•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
(#1 in SpidermanxOC)
*New chapter every weekend-ish*
(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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•••••• It only took one second. One second for the girl's eyes to shoot open and all she felt was the racing beat of her own heart.
Her world around her became sharp and clear as day. She felt the fire within her open once more, a course of power flowing through her blood that finally felt the need to burst.
She clenched her fists, turning them red hot and the steel around her wrists glowed as she watches Harry talk to Peter with a gun to his head.
Peter was on the floor, hurt and clutching his shoulder.
Anger and strength boiled inside her. The metal around her fists melted down into the table. She was now free of restraints.
Her strength and quick reaction, now back, she scrambled off the table just as Harry was about to pull the trigger.
His wrist was met with a strong grip of a hand and a scorching hot sensation of pain.
Harry Osborn screamed at the top of his lungs and dropped the gun, the grip feeling like a thousand degree hot metal pan.
He looked over in fear at his own sister standing in her hospital gown with a glowing blue to her eyes. She stared at him in a powerful gaze as she tightened her hold on him.
Harry whipped himself around and tried to pry her off with his other hand, teeth gritting against each other. But he was met with her other hand, now latched onto his forearm. He let out a screech as blue flames erupted from her hands and scorched his skin.
Madeline moves swiftly in a step Natasha taught her so that Harry's arms were pinned tight behind his back. Her flames covered his forearms now and she kicked the back of his shin hard so that he fell to his knees.
Peter watched the whole thing happen from the ground, a half excited, half drowsy chuckle formed as he saw her fire again. She's been struggling so hard after losing it—electrifying everything she touched, shutting the power down by accident—and now her old shoes were back.
A pool of red blood caught his eye, however. He looked next to his head and saw blood spreading on the floor quick. One look at his hand covering the gunshot wound and he knew something was wrong. He felt drowsy and his vision was beginning to dim. The Osborn disease overpowering his regenerating abilities, his body wasn't able to cope with the shock.
Harry had enough time to look over at the boy breathing heavily. He saw how much blood he was losing and knew what was coming.
"He won't last much longer," the oldest sang gleefully through groans, "just a matter of time!!"
Madeline took one glance to Peter and reality struck her in an instant. A patch of blood seeping through his shirt, growing larger, his eyelids struggling to keep open.
