Marvel One Shots

•willow + peter• *part 3*

i laid on my back with my eyes squeeze shut. i slowly touched the back of my head and pulled it away. i opened my eyes to see blood.
i could feel blood on the back of the shirt. hitting the rocky ground probably scratched me.
how was i even alive?
i couldn't feel anything. no pain. nothing.
i put my elbows on the ground and tried to lift myself up to see my legs.
the left one was bent at a weird angle, making me gag.
i slowly laid back down, but my elbow slipped at the last second and my head hit the ground again. i screamed out, tears running down my face. i was scared.
"willow?"
i smiled, "peter." my voice was raspy, gross.
he bent down beside me. "willow," his voice cracked. i saw tears falling from his eyes. "oh no. willow."
i reached for him, "it hurts, peter."
he slowly slid his arms under me and pulled me to his lap. my legs were still on the ground. "i know, i know. it's all going to be okay. ned called 9-1-1."
i couldn't hear him. it sounded like i was underwater.
he pulled his hand out from under my back and touched my head calmingly. his fingers pulled back red.
i grabbed his shirt and cried harder. "my eyes, my ears. i can't, they aren't, i don't know what to do, peter."
he grabbed my face and turned it to look at me. "they're on their way. it'll all be okay. i swear."
i leaned back to the ground, shaking my head. "i'm dying, pete."
"what? no, you're- you're not dying, willow. it's all alright."
i turned to him, pulling his face to mine and kissing him. "i'm in love with you, peter. i'm sorry this is the way you had to find out."
peter shook his head. "willow, don't. just stay strong." he was sobbing now: his eyes red, his shoulder shaking, lips turned down into an ugly frown. "i can't lose you."
"i'm so sorry, pete." i was reaching for my pocket, for the knife i always kept in there because my dad wanted me to be able to protect myself.
"willow, i'm supposed to marry you! you're supposed to have my kids! we still have the rest of our lives!"
i kissed him again, distracting him so i could pull the knife from my pocket. i pulled away. "this is the best option." then i stabbed my side.
i cried out, my vision getting blurry. i could smell the blood. i could almost taste it, then i coughed and it flew from my mouth. i laid back on the ground and stared at the sky.
peter screamed. "why would you do that?"
i smiled. "it's for the best. this way i can die. quickly."
he picked me up, pulling the mask out of his pocket and putting it on. "i didn't want to do this." he started swinging. i turned to the side and spit up more blood. "movement will probably make it worse. but this is the only choice we have." my eyes started to close as i leaned against him. "no. stay awake. you have to stay awake."
i slowly blinked, "but i'm tired, peter. so tired." more blood flowed out of my mouth with each word. "i'm sorry."
i put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
—*third person pov*—
peter saw her close her eyes. her chest slowly stopped moving as she stopped breathing. he cried out, not wanting to lose the girl he loved more than anything else.
they were at the hospital so he ran in, putting his mask in his pocket. "help, please. she's dying! help me," he was screaming as nurses ran forward.
he helped lay her on a bed as they dragged her off to a room. he went to follow her when a nurse stopped him. "what happened?"
he flinched, seeing it happen again and again in his mind. the part that affected him the most was her desperate, raw scream for him. and he didn't catch her.
"a man. she was, we hang out on her roof, and i went inside to get cups, and a man came. when i got back, he was holding her throat and dangling her over the edge. then he let go." i started crying. "she stabbed herself, trying to die faster. i couldn't save her."
the nurse hugged me. "it's okay. we'll save her. it's okay. you did great by bringing her here."
i cried into her shoulder. "i love her so much. i can't lose her."
"you won't. you'll have to wait here while we check on her."