Spider-Man - Love, Peter

(Andrew Garfield Spider-Man)
Spider-man No Way Home.
Follows the film.
Book one. (Sequels out on my profile)
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New York, 2012;
I lay still on the gravel, debris sprawled out around me. Thick clouds of dust and smoke fill the air as I cough, a cold liquid dripping down my lips.
"MJ! Hey... hey you're okay." Peter rushes out, dropping down next to me hurriedly taking off his mask. His brown hair a mess as he looks at me with concern.

"I'm okay... don't... don't worry." he smiles at me, tears in his beautiful brown eyes. I felt his left hand firmly press down on my stomach making me let out a pained cry.
"I'll get you help... stay with me. Please just stay awake Mary." He goes to lift my body, but I stop him, cupping his face. My body contorting in pain at his attempts.

"Shh... It's okay, just be with me." I whisper my eyes drooping shut, suddenly exhausted, all the struggle, the pain. He lets out a cry holding onto my upper half.
"I'll be okay... we'll be okay." I cough harshly a copper taste filling my mouth.

"Don't leave me. God please I need you," I smile at him with the most love I could conjure, I pet his bloody cheek and lean up as far as I could manage kissing him.
Why couldn't I do my job. I didn't and now I'm here with three holes in my stomach, staring at the man I love as I crush his soul.

"I love you, my Peter Parker." I almost whimper out in a pained wheeze.
"I love you..." he repeated it over and over pressing his forehead to mine, I squeeze his hand and hold his face. His nose pressing to mine lightly as his breath fanned my lips.

"Find me, Pete... I'll be waiting for you." I whisper as he kisses my head, his tears cold as they slipped in with my own.