The Void

Chapter 49 - I Wasn't Strong Enough

(Your POV):
It was like time froze as I cried out Harry's name and felt Peter tense up beneath me, processing the injury the same as I. As the Molten Man ripped his arm out, Harry fell backwards and I ran to catch him.

He fell into my arms, his skin turning a sickly pale color and his body began to lightly shake. Looking up at me with tears in his eyes, he whispered, "you have to protect Peter."

"You can do that yourself once you've healed," I assured him, feeling tears welling up in my own eyes.

He shook his head, "you and I both now that I won't be making it off this roof. But Peter must. Promise me."

His body went limp in my arms and I shook him, trying to get him to wake up, but to no avail. My body was overcome with grief and pain unlike anything I had ever felt before. As a result an uncontrollable amount energy surged through me as a scream ripped through my throat. I turned on the Molten Man and charged, my only thought being revenge. Waves of electricity passed through my body and into his and at first he was able to conduct it somewhat, but the energy was too much as he combusted under the force of my power.

"Woah, kid, you didn't tell me she could do that," I heard a voice comment as I stared at the remains of the monster that killed Harry.

I turned to the voice and found Iron Man hovering next to the rooftop, his repulsers trained on me. Knowing that the other Avengers were probably not far behind and that they would try to bring me in, I sent a blast of electricity into Iron Man, his suit momentarily losing flight stability.

Panic mode set in and all that I could think about was escaping before getting detained by the Avengers. I couldn't fail my parents by getting caught and, more importantly, I couldn't let Peter find out who I was behind the mask. But at the same time I couldn't leave Harry's body sitting there on the rooftop so I picked him up and rested him on my shoulders in a fireman's carry before making my escape.

I used my grapple to quickly abseil down the building. My heart was racing as I did so, becoming aware of the other Avengers surrounding the building. I telekinetically threw a marquee into War Machine, who was flying towards me, and then tossed it over into the Falcon, who was hot on his tails. Black Widow and Captain America were on the ground below me so I knew that landing where I had planned out not be an option.

My breath hitched in my throat as I moved the grapple to the edge of another building, forcing myself to fall a few feet before it was re-secured. I scanned the perimeter for a faster way out of the area than by foot, pleased to find my new favorite mode of transportation: a motorcycle. I continued swinging with my grapple in a similar fashion to Spider-Man with his webs, keeping a hand on Harry the entire time so that his body didn't fall.

I didn't know what I was thinking I was saving him from, he was already gone. There was no way he would have survived a blow to his abdomen such as the one he had received and I had felt his heart stop beating. There wasn't anything else that I could do for him, but I couldn't just leave him alone on that rooftop.

With the Avengers in hot pursuit, I sent random objects hurtling towards them and blasted them with my lightning, which I only seemed to be able to fully use due to my fear and loss. I managed to get down to the motorcycle without being captured or killed, which I noted as a small victory and quickly hot wired it so that I could make my escape.

After driving through the streets of New York for a while, I knew that I had lost the Avengers and realized that I needed to do something with Harry's body. I couldn't take him back to my apartment, my parents would kill me for doing so, so I changed course and brought him back to his house, much like Peter had done with his father's body.