Lost Home

Rubble

Mysterio had vanished. Gone without a trace just as he was about to have killed me.

So here I am, lying nearly dead, for the second time in one week, waiting for someone to find me. Or kill me. I don't really care at this point. So long as they make it quick.

***

"Peter, Peter! Wake up...please?"

I open my eyes.

MJ's leaning over me. Crying. And she said please.

Wow. I must look pretty bad. I try to smile, failing miserably and instead coughing up blood onto her shirt.

She drags me over to a wall and props me up against it.

"What hurts? You're not bleeding, but I really don't know anything about attacked-by-robots-and-a-madman first aid."

Her forehead's all scrunched up, and it takes me a moment to process her words and figure out why.

I gesture to one of my ribs and my ankle. I think I might have fallen on them funny. Pretty sure they're broken.

MJ tears her sweater and creates a makeshift sling to immobilize my arm. At least I think that's what she's doing, I'm a little out of it.

I try to pull her down next to me with what's left of my strength and she curls up next to me.

We sit there for a while. She's talking about her mom, school, me, everything really. I'm pretty sure she's doing it to distract me. If so it's working.

Eventually I get restless and start fidgeting. And by fidgeting I mean trying to stand up. Without MJ noticing.

She notices.

After she helps me up, begrudgingly, of course, and it took longer than it usually would to convince her because every time I try to speak blood comes out instead of words.

Which may be why she finally agrees.

"I came up here because I was still in the process of finding a place to hide when I heard a gunshot. I came to help, I don't know what I was thinking, but I'm glad I came anyways." She turns her head when she mentions her coming to help, which is probably because she thinks it was stupid.

I really wish I could speak right now.

"There's no one else around. They did the smart thing when they heard the gunshot; ran away."

She's right.

All there is is the rubble there was the last time we talked. When we kissed.

I really want to kiss her again, but I've get a feeling it would either end up with me more broken or...yeah. Definitely me more broken.

We stagger over to remains of the bus and sit down on one of the seats. I do, anyways. MJ stands up. And kisses me.

Guess I didn't have to wait very long then.

It's on my cheek, the unbruised one, and it's over super quickly, but it happened. I'm pretty sure.

Because she's already running over to the ambulance that just pulled up and pointing to me. And I don't have my mask on. And I'm in the Spiderman suit. Shit.

The paramedics go back in their van to get something, probably a stretcher, and MJ runs back to me.

I gesture to my suit and she holds up my mask. Which I thought was still up on the bridge.

She helps me pull it over my face just in time. The paramedics have just gotten here, approaching from behind MJ.

"Miss, is it possible to take off his mask?"

"No." She turns back to me, "He's gone through enough. He doesn't need his identity revealed."

She helps them put me onto the stretcher, and rides with me in the ambulance, but I know something's wrong.

She's usually quiet but this feels...weird.

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