♛ 𝕷𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 ♛ ~ Peter Parker [1]

Rhinocerotidae

"holy shit, what the fuck is that?" fear tingles throughout my body. i see a very large man with huge muscles, a horn on his nose, and thick padding encasing his body.

"rhino. that makes 3. what is going on?"

"3? 3 what?"

"doc, scorpion, and now rhino. 3. i have to go fight him, you stay here. he's too dangerous."

"no, i'm here to help. we will go fight him." i can tell peter doesn't want me to follow, but he can't stop me. he nods and sprints off the building, i follow along.

peter lands in front of rhino, i land behind him.

"rhino! nice to see you old pal." peter stalls for me. i shoot two webs at rhino's ankles and yank his feet out from under him.

"oof!" rhino gasps when he lands on his face. i snicker for a second until rhino lets out a loud, angry cry. panic rises through my chest at the sound.

peter runs up the nearest wall, and when rhino regains his footing, peter flips backwards off the wall he grabs onto rhino's horn, driving his face into the ground for a second time.

while he's on the ground, i tie up his feet with webs. when he notices, he makes it known that he really didn't like that.

he easily tears the webbing off his feet and turns around, staring me dead in the eye. i gulp in fear. he's about fifty meters away from me. my heart almost stops when he starts charging at me. i have to think quickly now.

create a web wall? no, he'll tear right through that. jump over him? he'll grab me out of the air and impale me with his horn.

i'm stuck in my place, frozen. anxiety is pulsing through my body. rhino is close now. i have absolutely no idea what to do.

a body slams into me, and it's not rhino's. i fly to the side, hitting a building. i watch in horror as rhino slams right into peter. rhino throws him backwards.

i see peter struggle to lift himself up, but eventually stops trying and falls limp.

i peel myself off the wall and walk right up to rhino, standing behind him as he stares at peter.

"hey big guy! you still got one more to deal with." i remind him, grabbing his attention.

"so puny." he sneers. i half agree with the comment, i am puny compared to him.

i scrape my brain for a plan, and i hatch one quickly. i start sprinting away from him, hoping his follows me.

he does, of course. i make sure he's built up all of his momentum, and quickly turn into a dead end alley. when he rounds the corner, he's going to fast to stop. i leap in the air to avoid him, and he rams straight into the wall.

the building crumbles in top of him. i think i've knocked him out, hopefully. i cover him in some webs for good measure and sprint to where peter way laying limp on the ground.

i'm glad to see no ones moved him, but not relieved that he hasn't moved at all.

i turn him onto his back, being careful with his neck in case it's injured.

"hey, you." i whisper at him, being very careful not to say his real name. tears are starting to soak my mask when he doesn't respond. he's knocked out cold.

i can hear sirens in the distance and the chatter of the people of new york. they're in shock, some of the curious, most of them staring at us.

i pick peter up carefully, slinging one of his arms around my shoulder while mine grips his waist. it's easy to carry him with my strength, but it's going to make it harder to swing.

i stand us up slowly and shoot a web, swinging us away.

"i'm so sorry pete." i whisper to him. he's still unconscious.

when we get him back to his apartment, i drag him through his window and collapse on his floor. i'm exhausted and can't go much further.

i rip my mask off, taking a few deep breaths. i'm on my knees beside peter, who's laying on the ground.

i take his mask off too. he stirs, his face contorts with a pained expression.

"pete!" i cry. i'm relieved he's awake but still worrying for his condition. i pick him up and pull his upper body onto my lap and cradle him. i rest my forehead on his and close my eyes, taking breaths and listening to make sure he's also still breathing.

i start to let sobs out, i'm really scared. i hold my unconscious best friend in my arms, and feel helpless. i can't lose this boy. i need him to be okay.

it's that one moment that shakes me to my core in realization. i've been slowly falling for this boy over the 3 months. i crave his company, his voice, our conversations, and his touch. right now, all i want is for him to wake up. just for him to make one of his witty quips that i roll my eyes at while secretly loving it.

"wake up, wake up, wake up.." i chant, hoping it'll do something. anything.

"morning sunshine." i hear his raspy, strained voice whisper back at me. i audibly gasp. i take one look at him. his eyes are trained on me, and my heart flutters. i give him a second to sit himself up. i put my hands on either side and pull his face towards mine, latching our lips together. one of his arms snakes around my waist while the other supports us.

his lips tastes like sweat, dirt and blood, but that doesn't stop my from wanting to feel how soft they are. i want the moment to last forever, but i have to pull away to catch my breath. i rest my forehead against his again, letting out shaky breathes, tears still streaming down my cheeks. my eyes automatically close.

his hand cradles my cheek, wiping away a tear. mine are still resting on either sides of his face. we sit there a while, just listening to each others breathing. neither of us say anything.

"let's get you out of your suit into some clean clothes, what do you say?" i tell him. he smiles.

"always taking care of everyone." he responds.

"of course." i tell him in a more serious tone. i pick myself up and help peter up. i help him walk over to his bedroom and sit him on the edge of his bed.

i slip him out of his suit and help him pull on his clothes. he doesn't seem too outwardly hurt, mainly sore from being thrown backward. he snapped his head on the ground when he landed, causing him to pass out. he's probably has a concussion and some bruised or fractured bones, i don't see any signs of him having any majorly broken bones.

"let me help you now." peter suggests. i nod and let him undo the zipper on my suit, also helping me slip out of it. i pull on his clothes and take a seat next to him on the bed.

i dig my face into the crook of him neck, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. he rests his chin on the top of my head and wraps his arms around me.

after a few minutes, i push his shoulders, forcing him to lay down. i nuzzle in next to him like last night, and shut my eyes. i'm exhausted, mentally and physically.

for now, i only focus on falling asleep. tomorrow, i'll worry about the implications of my actions today.