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Part 15

I did a stupid thing and cut my hand, someone has pushed me against a brick wall and the sharp coner bit cut the base of my hand during an intense game of soccer.

It hurt to write this chapter.

well, here ya go.

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3RD pov

Spiderman- no, Peter - was struggling to hold up the remains of the large apartment building. His mask lay discarded to the side, the reason for it being the fact that he struggled to breathe.

He still is.

The building was pushing down on him, practically crushing his ribs, and every other bone in his mutated body. Even with super strength this was still a very difficult feat. Gravity just wasn't working with Peter at the moment.

His arms were going painfully numb and felt like heavy dead weights, his sight going hazy and cloudy, mind running faster than the road runner.

What if I don't make it?

What will dad think?

What will Harley think?

How would they feel? 

Would they be able to cope?

Peter well knew the answer to the last question, tears now threatening to drip down his face and fall onto the small bits of black and grey rubble.

I have to stay alive for them. I have to stay strong for them.

He knew that his dad would probably start drowning his sorrow with alcoholic drinks that would eventually kill him.

The avengers would be silent most of the time.

And Harley, when to start? He couldn't just leave him now, not after what they had just gone through. Leaving his boyfriend just wasn't a choice, he knew that.

But could he help it?

I've got to stay strong.

I've got to stay strong.

I've got to stay strong!

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"What do you mean that you didn't see him come out?!" 

"He went in, but we didn't see if he escaped!" Tony was questioning the firemen, the first floor of the building was now reducaed to a pile of rubble, yet the other 80 floors were still standing.

Most of the plaster had melted, and the wood was fine particles of black ash, but most of the building was made of metal, stone and concrete anyways. This meant that at least two thirds of the building was still held together.

In the midst of the argument three children had run up from the other opposite side of the remains of the building, faces tear streaked and puffy.

"Spiderman is howding the biuwlding uwp! You have to helwp him!" One of the children shouted, pointing a short and chubby finger behind himself.

"Peter!!!"

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It was at least 24 minuted in, and Peter was just about to give up. 

Then the strain from his arms was gone, just like that.

"Peter!!!" Harley's muffled voice somehow made its way up to his ears, he stumbled out, the building collapsing behind him as it lost its new found support.

Several metal suits flew out and back into the cloudy sky, fading away before disappearing completely through the grey mass.

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The avengers quickly ran - or in some cases flew - to the back of the rubble, confusion setting the moment Harley had shouted the names if his life depended on it.

It couldn't be their Peter, it must be another one.

It just couldn't.

A curly mope of brown hair was the first thing they spotted, the southern boy ran up to him and wrapping him arms around him.

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That was when he had finally broke.

At that moment Peter couldn't of felt any safer.

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Tears were running down the boy's faces, the brown haired one still unseen by the confused team.

"It's okay Peter, I'm here, and so is dad and the avengers, they're here, you're safe."

Peter burried his face in the crook of Harley's neck, finally lifting his face up to see his family after a good few minutes.

Shock immediately taking over their own faces.

I made it.