"Jason? JASON?!" Peter screamed for his friend as he looked through the rubble,
"Calm down, you wont find him panicking like this."
"I need to find him, i need to!"
"I'm sure he's fine-"
"Wait! There! A hand i see it!" Agony was right, a hand, just barely sticking out. Peter ran to him and pulled the giant slab of concrete off of Jason. His throat was bleeding profusely and he was passed out, Peter pulled him out of the rubble slightly. He could hear his heartbeat, it was slow and faint.
"Jason? Jason please answer me! Wake up! Please! You can't die here!"
"Calm down, he'll be okay, i have an idea."
"What? what is it? anything, as long as he survives!"
"One of us, we can heal him."
"But who? which one of you will-"
"I will."
"Scourge? Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"...Alright."
Peter put his hands on Jasons chest and watched as Scourge melted out of Peters hands and into Jasons chest, he watched as the wound on his throat closed up, and stopped bleeding. "Are you sure he'll be okay? that wound was bad."
"Scourge will take care of him."