The Void

Chapter 32 - Even

(Your POV):
But the impact that I expected never came. Instead I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, catching me before I hit the ground. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the Spider-Man suit, the last person that I expected to save me while I was dressed as Void.

He used the momentum of the fall to swing us onto the roof of the next building over, laying me gently on the ground as he landed. His eyes, or at least the right eye that was visible from the part of the mask that had been blown off, was filled with panic and his hands hovered above me, unsure how to help me.

"Wh-Why did you save me?" I asked him, forcing myself up into a sitting position and trying my best to ignore the wave of dizziness washing over me.

"I, uh, I wouldn't do that," he stuttered, placing his hand on my shoulder as though to try to coax me back down. I merely shrugged it off, not needing this high schooler from Queens to act as my nurse. "Um, I guess I saved you because-because you let me go, you know, th-that time you captured me? I, um, owed you one. But if you're feeling very generous, I-I am supposed to bring you to the Avengers after this."

"I'm afraid that's not happening, but I guess we're even now." I paused a second before adding, "thanks."

"Isn't this sweet? There's nothing quite as repulsive as young love," a voice called out as Osborn flew over to the roof that Peter had brought us to.

"You know, I actually have a girlfriend and I think she'd be pretty annoyed to hear you say things like that," Peter retaliated, turning to face him and webbing his feet together.

He growled as he bent over and easily severed the webs with one of his blades. Taking the opportunity of his momentary distraction, my eyes fell on his glider. Although I was currently seeing two of them where there should have only been one, I tried to concentrate on it, closing my eyes as I moved the craft, complete with its sharp blades, right into the middle of Osborn's body.

Blood splashed over Peter and I and he let out a tiny gasp as Osborn's body fell to the ground. He ran over to the villain's side, checking to see if he was still alive. He was barely hanging on to his life, managing to barely whispered a few words to Peter.

"Please, don't let him know, don't let Harry know what I've become," he breathed before his body collapsed into Peter's arms, with Peter merely watching him in disbelief and pain.

Realizing that Peter probably did not agree with my decision to kill Osborn and knowing that I was in no shape to fight him, I took his moment with Osborn to pull myself off of the ground and escape the scene. I carefully began to scale the building, finding it difficult with my injured leg, but my grapple had been severed and was no help to me. Once my feet touched the ground, I deactivated my suit so that I was dressed once more in my normal clothes and was better able to blend in with the crowd in case Peter decided to come after me.

Keeping my eye out for Peter, although I wasn't sure that he was going to follow me when part of his face was exposed, I began to run through the situation in my head. I had just killed the leader of H.A.M.M.E.R., the organization that I served and did not take lightly to being betrayed. My boyfriend was currently on the roof with the corpse, his identity basically out in the open. And now I was rushing down the streets with a bleeding leg, a throbbing headache, and the feeling that I was going to pass out at any given second.

I couldn't return to my family, that was one thing that I knew. Also I had no way of contacting anyone as my phone was still in my purse at the Osborn's house. Which of course meant that if my parents tried to track me then that's where they would look. That, in turn, would lead them to find out that I had gone to the party and would increase my punishment if I were ever to be caught by them. Of course, it was probably impossible to receive more punishment than I would when they discovered that I was the one that killed Norman Osborn.

Needing to give myself some medical attention, I made my way to one of my parents apartments, where I knew that there would be medical supplies. I tended my leg, which by far was my worst injury, and then cleaned all of my other cuts and bruises. I took some ibuprofen to help dull the pain and tried to hydrate myself after the amount of blood that I had lost.

Once feeling recovered enough, I suited up again and went back to Osborn's house, which I found completely deserted. As I snuck around the silent house, I was filled with a sense of despair. I had only ever been inside when it was either full of people or else it was a small group but we were all having fun. Seeing it like this, I felt bad for Harry who spent most of his time here alone.

However, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as I focused on completing my mission. After grabbing my purse, I slipped out of the window and snuck back to the apartment that my family currently resided in. I removed the phone from my purse, made sure that notifications wouldn't show up on the screen in case Peter tried to contact me, and tossed it onto my bed so that they would only track me back to this room.

Once positive that I had tied all of my loose ends, I returned back to the other apartment, which was used as a safe house and got settled for the night. It was was already past two in the morning and, especially after the battle, I was exhausted and desperate for just a wink of sleep. After boobytrapping the apartment in case my parents thought of checking here, which I found unlikely, at least for the first night, I finally settled down to bed to get some much needed rest.

But that rest refused to come. Instead of drifting into a peaceful sleep, when I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the sensation of falling hundreds of feet from the top of the Oscorp building. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but replay the scene over and over in my head and I realized just how close I came to dying and I would have had Peter not been there to catch me.

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(A/N): And Petey saves the day! I realized for what I have planned, I'm definitely going to need another book and now I'm a little afraid that either the readers or myself will lose interest, so I don't know if I should continue it? But the spacing that I have planned allows for events to fall logically and I don't just want to skip from important moment to important moment so idk. Thoughts?