One Last Time // Peter Parker X Reader

Chapter Three: Crash

  
Peter and I left the cafe and ran down to the dock as fast as we possibly could, making it there just as the tall, scary man was leaving. Peter quickly tapped the guy on the shoulder making him whip his head around with the look of disapproval on his face.

   "What!" he roared.

   "Hi. Um, w-we were wondering. If you could, maybe take us to the island? We missed the boat and we really need to get there asap." Peter pleaded. He scoffed and turned to walk away as I added.

   "Please! We'll pay extra!"

   "Ya got 50 bucks?" he asked with a thick accent that you couldn't quite place.

   "Uhh," Peter mumbled playing with the bill in his hands. "Yes. Yeah, we do."

   "Well then, all aboard." He said welcoming both of us onto his boat, pulling a sailors cap over his grey, haired head. The boat was very small, but still large enough for us to fit comfortably away from the driver. We were really far from land when we heard him ask a question out of nowhere. "So, the sun'll be goin' down soon, ya mind if we take a shortcut?

Peter and I both shot each other a quick look before I slowly approved his answer.

   "Alright, just make sure to hold on tight, the waters quite choppy out here."

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    The ride was very long, but I could finally see the island in the distance. I slowly scooted closer to Peter in fear of the large waves that were starting to grow around you. I looked down into the water to see sharks circling the boat as it sped along its path. Peter could tell how nervous I was feeling as he rested his palm on my thigh. I placed my hand underneath his, entangling our fingers together. I looked up to smile at him, admiring his beautiful brown eyes, as a huge wave appeared in front of the boat. He met my gaze with fear in his eyes before the boat was engulfed in water.

   It all happened in a matter of seconds but felt like an eternity. I slowly felt Peter's hand slip away from mine as the boat split into pieces as it hit the rocks beneath. Something sharp came up from behind stabbing through my lower back, causing unbearable pain throughout my body. I gasped for air but instead was shocked by the cold pain of water entering my lungs.

I tried swimming to safety but I realized my foot was crushed beneath the seat in front of me. Rocks and bits of metal were floating around in all directions, cutting me in places I couldn't protect. The boat slowly sank lower and lower, as more water filled my lungs. My eyelids slowly began closing as I had no more air left in my lungs, I let out my last breath before everything went dark.

   The last thing I saw was a dark figure swimming down towards me.

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I woke up hours later in a huge room. The light burned as I struggled to open my eyes. I looked around to realize that I was in my old dance studio. The smell of cigarette smoke and the sound of music lingered in the air. Broken shards of glass scattered all around where the windows and mirrors used to be. I slowly stood up and walked out of the room careful as to not step on the glass. As I explored the halls the sound of screaming, crying and well torture, began to get louder and louder until I reached the final door when it went silent.

     The sound of footsteps suddenly noticeable from the inside of the room. The door swung open and a tall round lady walked out, and right through me. I went to grab the door, and my hand went right through it. Stumbling backward to regain composure, I took a deep breath in and walked into the room. In the corner of the room, I saw a little girl crying, no more than 11 years old. Upon closer look, I could see cuts, and bruises all over her body. She slowly stood up and I saw the girls face, but it was me, it was my face.

This must be a memory. I thought really hard until I could remember it. 4 years ago, possibly the worst day of my life. I woke up early that day and went to my studio in the middle of the city, 3 blocks from Stark Tower. Today I was training at the studio all day when Loki attacked. I was complaining about being tired when the teacher had enough. She stormed out of the room leaving me locked in for hours.

The tv had been left on so I began to watch the news since I couldn't reach the remote, at the same time which I could hear the chaos outside. I turned back to the tv to see the estimated list of the dead so far, my grandparents were first on the list. Before tears could even begin to stream down my face the teacher came back in, stinking of alcohol and marihuana. She came in and beat me like she always did, but today it was different, I couldn't feel any of the pain, over the sense of numbness.

     Breaking out of my trance, I looked back at my younger self to see how scared she was, as a single tear ran down her cheek. When I was that little, I got all my sadness out by dancing, so that's what she did. I knew she couldn't see or hear me, but I joined anyway, dancing all around her to the rhythm of the music. As I danced a slow pain arose in my chest. I looked down to see my angel necklace beginning to glow. Faintly, I could hear my name coming from it until it got louder and louder until...

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I woke up to a loud ringing noise which I figured must be an alarm clock. Maybe it was just a dream, and Peter is still taking me shopping. But then reality hit when I felt the horrible pain all throughout my body. Not to mention the throbbing pain in the side of my head, and behind my eyes, as I tried to open then.

     The ringing slowly began to fade and I could hear the relaxing sounds of the ocean, that were soon drowned out by a familiar voice telling me to get up. Before I could finally open my eyes, I felt pain in my chest, as I opened them to see Peter looking down at me with his hands firmly placed on the center of my chest. I studied his face to see bruises and cuts all over him. Then I realized I wasn't breathing, so I let a huge breath out causing him to look up at me in alarm. Hope immediately filled his eyes, and tears began streaming down his face

     "P-Peter." I quietly whimpered.

     "Y/N!" he shouted quickly getting off of me, sitting on the ground beside me. "Y-y-your alive."

     "Peter," I said resting my hand on his leg. "W-what happened?"

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