Peter Parker and The Avengers

Hunted (Part 2)

Peter's P.O.V

I could barely see with the smoke clouding my view. It curled up in my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe.

I tried crawling, because I'd heard somewhere that that was what you had to do during a fire.

Cries. Infant cries. It sounded like a little girl. I moved forward faster, straining to hear where the sound was coming from.

Upstairs.

I heaved myself up on my feet, ignoring the intense heat. The girls cries got louder, and I tried running faster.

The stairs had collapsed, blocking any way of me getting up.

I looked for another way up.

I could feel the building getting weaker.

Any longer and it would collapse.

Her sobs were getting louder. She was yelling for help.

She couldn't have been more than five or six.

No way was I going to let her die. Not when I was so close to saving her.

Uncle Ben flashed before my eyes. His eyes full of fear. Then... Bang...

The sound of the bullet hitting him and his falling figure were too vivid. Watching him slump to the floor, lifeless.

A sob escaped my own lips, and that's when I noticed the girl was no longer yelling.

My mind raced.

No, no, no, no. Please be alright. Please.

I saw a narrow hole where the stairs hadn't managed to cover. Without hesitating, I began climbing the wall, scaling the entire length of it in a few mere seconds. "Hello? Is anyone here? I'm here to save you. Please... Someone answer..."

Nothing.

I felt my body rack with sobs, the feeling of heat on my body and smoke in my lungs. It all hurt so much.

I slipped through the small hole, grazing my knees on the hard rock on the sides.

Determined not to leave the building without securing the girl, I moved forward, pushing the tears out of my eyes. I looked around for some sign of life, but the smoke had grown too much.

I could hear the faint sound of sirens coming down the street.

That's when I saw her.

She had blonde hair curling round her face. Her face was caked in fallen debris and soot, with her eyes closed.

I rushed forward, reaching for her wrist to check her pulse.

Nothing.

My breathing quickened. "No..." I whispered. The sirens were louder now.

Then a small beat. And another. And soon I could feel a small pulse. Definitly slower than it should be.

I picked her up, careful not to hurt her. She was out cold, probably from shock or the fact that she had inhaled to much smoke.

I could feel the air thickening around me. I guessed I had around two or three minutes before the building would collapse, and if the girl didn't get medical attention soon, I didn't want to think about what would happen.

A small stream of light. A hole in the wall.

The memory is still blurry, but at some point, I had jumped out, clutching the girl safely. Or as safely as you could get jumping out of a building holding an infant.

I saw another woman with blonde hair just like the girl. She was crying whilst trying to talk to a cop and a man in an ambulance. Holding her was a man, tears quite visible in his eyes.

I walked towards them.

When they saw me, the cop raised a gun he was holding. The man and woman, who I guessed were her parents, gasped.

"Woah, woah. Gun down, Mr Cop. I'm just here to give this girl to her parents. I found her in the building. She's unconcious. Get her medical help." I hastily told them. I didn't exactly feel like having a bullet through my head today.

Her dad took her, cradling her affectionately. I smiled, watching them.

"T- thank... y - y- you. I - I..." Her mum stuttered out.

"It's nothing." I told her.

The cop looked at me confused. "Aren't you a criminal?"

"Look, Mr Cop, I'm being framed. I'm still a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman." I replied, and before he could ask anything else, I swung away.

The view of the ambulances seemed so small from where I was. There were three of them. And a firefighters truck. Two police cars were parked next to them. I sighed. They were still after me. No matter what I told them, they'll always think of me as a criminal.

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Nat's POV

I was hiding behind a building. Friday had spotted Spiderman on a street only a few miniutes from here.

Then, I saw the blue and red vigilante, leaning against the wall. He looked hurt. I watched silently as he shook something that looked like dust, or fallen debris, of his suit. Just as he was about to leave, I saw Steve and Bucky approach him.

Tony was up in the air, staying out of sight. Clint and I were doing the same, except we were hiding behind one of the buildings, since neither of us could fly.

I replayed the plan in my head.

Steve and bucky would try talk to him peacefully. If he decided to fight, then Clint would shoot a dart at him.

Tony and I are backup. Tony didn't seem to like that much, and was pouting until I glared at him to listen.

I could see them talking, and Bucky had got frustrated. He put a hand up in the air.

I sighed.

The signal.

Clint let loose an arrow he had ready, aiming it at him. He had promised it was only going to make him unconcious.

Steve moved out of the way, letting the arrow find its way towards Spiderman...

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Hey guys!

Cliffhanger!

I'm sorry if you found this more angst - filled than my usual writing. I just wanted to try writing more seriously for this chapter.

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