Bright Blue Skies [P. Parker] [complete]

Ten - One Thousand Bullets

Briar ignored Peter's texts.

She was at her desk at home, doodling in the margin of her homework, when her phone buzzed. Again.

Bzz.

Bzz.

Oh, great. Now he was calling her.

She ignored him the first time. And the second. But on the third, she gave up.

"What?" she asked waspishly, lifting the phone to her ear.

"Briar? Oh, thank god! I didn't think you'd pick up! I need..." he seemed to be having trouble breathing, and his voice was high-pitched and shaking. "I need help."

Briar sat up straight in her chair. "Peter? Are you okay? What's going-"

"I can't explain it now. Please, just... Please come help me."

She closed her eyes and sighed. Then she opened her eyes. "Okay. Where are you?"

-☼-

After finding the location Peter had said on Google Maps, Briar caught a cab there.

It was late and dark. The lights of the city passed by as she was driven further and further from her apartment.

The place Peter had sent her to was in the Bronx, quite far from where she lived.

After paying the driver and watching him drive away, Briar spun on her heel and stared up at the abandoned warehouse in front of her.

She gulped.

Then she stepped forward slowly.

The door was open, so she stepped through and into the dark building.

She fumbled with her phone for a moment, before turning the flashlight on.

The area she was in was large, and even with her flashlight on, she couldn't see the back wall.

"Peter?" she whispered. The sound echoed in the forboding building and seemed far louder than it should have. She winced. "Peter, are you in here?"

"Bri?" a whisper came back to her. Peter sounded tired and like he was in pain.

"Peter! Oh, my god, where are you?" she was louder now.

"At the back... Be... Be careful."

Briar froze. "Of what?"

"They might... They might still be here."

"They?"

He took a shuddering breath. "Yeah, just... Come quick."

Briar took off at a run, rushing for the back of the warehouse. The flashlight jerked around as she moved. She reached the back with no sign of her friend.

"Peter?" she asked nervously.

"Here..." he said. He seemed weaker now. "I'm on the right."

Briar felt chills run down her spine as she turned around, but sure enough, Peter was there. He was lying on the floor on his stomach, his face bloody and his Spider-Man suit torn. Most of the blue parts were stained red with blood. "Peter." she breathed, running towards him.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, pushing his hair away from his face gently. "My god, Peter, what happened to you?"

"I got... I got in some trouble..." he winced.

"Yeah, no shit." Briar scoffed, her eyes wide. "Can you stand?"

"I- I think so."

She helped him roll over a sit up, her phone discarded on the ground as she helped him stand.

Once he was stable, she picked her phone up and held it in front of her for light, wrapping an arm around his waist.

His arm was slung over her shoulder as she helped him stagger to the entrance.

"Who did this to you?" she asked quietly as they walked.

Peter stumbled but she caught him. "I'll- I'll tell you later."

Briar pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay. Come on. Let's get out of here."

The second they were outside, they realised they had a small problem.

There were three men staring at them. All had large guns pointed in their direction, and all had smirks on their faces.

"Aww, look!" one mocked. "Spidey's got a girlfriend."

"And she's a pretty one too," another leered, showing wonky, yellow teeth.

The one in the middle glared at them. "Who cares what she looks like? Blast 'em!"

Then Briar was hit with the force of a thousand bullets.

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A/N

AND SO THE ACTION STARTS!!

MEGAN IF YOU'RE READING THIS I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE

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- amy