The Spider-man << Marvel Cinimatic Universe Fanfiction>>

Hold Me

Sharp coughs echoed from between my lips, copper liquid squirting out and taking its place along with its dried brethren. A hard breath riped it's way to my lungs. The silent man next to me quirking a smile as I grit my teeth together.

"If theres something funny, please, do tell." I growled, my voice hoarse and quiet. Even as I tried to sound menacing in the words, they came out soft and wounded like the tied down calf I was. "I could use a funny story." My breath was shallow and the words of spite drained me of the precious air.

He snickered once more and turned back to face me. "With what hell your life must have been from the accident till now, I would have been begging to die. This would be life changing, an end to misery." I frowned, this guy had no clue what I had experienced, and here he was deciding that my life wasn't good enough to continue.

"Yeah, it has sucked, big fucking time, but the bad part was living with this irreversible sickness, not the experience. Living with those I love, grieving and changing. And making it to a point where I thought I could be happy. All of which seems to have been in vain at this point, but I wouldn't change it for the world." His smile shrunk into a frown, a look of pity falling over his face as I took a bit of solice in knowing that there was someone else who understood how I felt.

"But in the end I guess it would have been better to have just given myself up at the start." He stayed silent, attention dragged down to his hands. "What? Is that pea brain of yours feeling guilty for once?" He grunted, fingers sliding up and down one another.

My head began to spin, the strain on my neck finally causing an issue. My lungs burned, brain screaming as I drowned in fire, the world flickered dark and light as the empty crashed down, burying me in the rubble of my past mistakes.  My hands, even as they were strapped down, attempted to pull me out of the hole. There was nothing I could do, even as I struggled, my hands ripping and shredding at the wrists, I couldn't do anything.  The destruction, it filled my throat. I couldn't move as it covered me from the inside out.

I didn't know what to do. I could not see, I could not hear, I could not speak, there was nothing but darkness and rubble and heat and tears falling down the sides of my face. And then I heard the voice, you are going to die here, it said, and I believed it.

What else would I do, why would I not believe it. The only thing that I could hear in all of the silence and all of this horror a voice telling me I was going to die.  It whispered and shouted and screamed all at the same time, you are going to die, there is no getting around it there is no way out. Right here right now it was all over.

I could feel the hot tears running down the sides of my face and as I pulled and shuddered and screamed as loud as I could nothing worked. The pieces of my broken existence crushed me to a pulp. Help me I screamed help me and I thought that this was it.

I was going to die, I was dying, I was already dead.

Ending all the pain and all the misery and all the fear the only thing that I could think of was him. Peter Parker. And how I had let him down. How he had helped me all this time.

How he had saved me.

An arm wrapped around my shoulders, the dark morphing back into the light, shining in my eyes, he looked at me, held me, and for a moment I thought it was him.

"Please, don't let go." I whispered, my voice suddenly audible to myself once again.

"I won't if you'll hold on."