Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

18➳Gasoline

I feel this emptiness in my chest
It feels surreal, but I'm feeling stressed
I need to do something
I fucked up, for nothing
Now I gotta just tell someone
Tell someone what I've done
Please bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heart on fire
Like gasoline
*

As soon as we make it out of the building, I tumble out of Wade's arms and throw up into the grass, back shuddering as I heave up the contents of my stomach.

Wade kneels behind me to pull my curls away from my face, rubbing circles into my back to get me to relax.

"I'm sorry," I choke, hanging my head in shame.

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry he showed up like that and I'm sorry for acting so violently," Wade murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

I shake my head, spitting out some bile and leaning back. "I just wanna go home."

"My car's right down the road. We'll be back in like 15, okay? And you can take a nap and shower and eat some snacks and we'll have hot chocolate, Okay? That sound good?" Wade suggests.

I nod quickly, ignoring the flash of pain as I move to stand. "Just wanna go home."

Wade nods in response, not bothering to say anything again. He offers a tired half-smile and wraps his arm around my waist, letting me rest some of my weight on his side as we trudge back towards the car.

Wade buckles me in and calls the police while I call Tony.

"Kid?"

A broken sob escapes my throat and I tuck my knees against my chest. "Jason was here and he was angry- and-and-"

"Take a deep breath, Peter. Breathe. You're safe, okay? Wade's with you. Have you called the police?" Tony says, soothing voice helping to calm my nerves.

"Wade's calling them now," I say, shaking a little less than I was before.

"That's good. At least Jason's been found. Are you hurt?"

"No. Wade wouldn't let Jason touch me," I say, feeling relief rush through me. That could've gone so much worse if Wade hadn't been there, but he was and I'm okay. Everything's okay. Jason's going to be picked up by the police and I can come get those photo albums in a few days before selling the apartment.

"Then everything's okay. We promised Jason would never lay a hand on you again and we weren't kidding. We're going to keep you safe, I swear," Tony murmurs. "I've started making the popcorn so when you get home, we can have a movie night, okay?"

"Wade's already promised that along with hot chocolate," I say, letting out a worn laugh.

"Great minds think alike. Also, I should mention, Gwen's worrying her ass off. She hasn't stopped pacing since you left no matter what I say. She's probably going to tackle you when you get back."

And Tony was right.

The moment the elevator doors open, Gwen tackles me in a giant hug.

"You're so fucking stupid, Parker. And I hate you," she mutters, pulling back from me with watery eyes and helping me back to my feet.

"I love you too," I say, trying to smile at her, but it falls flat.

Wade slings an arm around my shoulders, smiling a lot better than I can manage.

"It's nice to see you again," he says to Gwen who smiles kindly.

"Thanks for keeping him safe," she responds, glaring at me halfheartedly.