Oh Crap, I'm not dead yet?
He was pulling himself out of the rubble, but ever time he moved, more of it came down.
It was nothing like when he had the warehouse collapse on him, but it felt so similar. It didn't help he was already weak to begin with and a simple punch from anyone felt like a punch from the hulk.
Karen kept asking if he wanted to call Mr. Stark. It wasn't a request anymore, though. He ripped of his mask, finally able to breath and finally got himself out.
He was barely able to walk without wincing in pain. Compression webs didn't help much to staunch the bleeding in his side, he was moving too much for it to clot, but he began to fight anyways.
Who cares if people know who he is. Who freaking cares? No one was around anyways and Peter was probably going to die right now too.
The teen put his fists up, ready to fight and watched as Hot Head's face morphed from delight to slight confusion then back again to extreme happiness.
"Wow, who woulda known that the great Spider-Man is actually a little boy!" He said in a sickening voice.
He began laughing. It was slow and bitter. Pulled out another weapon and zapped the teen, watching as he fell to his knees in agony.
Hot Head walked right up to him, his minions not far behind and began kicking. Kicking over and over and over.
"I was never one for advanced tech, I always loved doing it the old fashioned way." He laughs again
Spider-Man grabbed the criminal's foot, stopping the blows and throws him off balance. He takes that moment to pull himself from the ground and try to get rid of the other guys in the area, but it looks like they went off to fight Iron-Man and Captain America.
"It's just you and me now, little orphan Spiderboy."
"Wha-"
"Your aunt...right? She died. In a crash." He started "It wasn't an accident. She saw smsome stuff we's was working on, threatened to call Tony Stark. I didn't know who she was, but she knew iron man so hey, who cares about a little collateral damage?" Hot Head shrugs
"we planted her in the car and had to keep track of her body. If she really did know Stark, he'd show up. Turns out he did show up, but only after a sad little boy came crying about how he didn't have anyone left. Who'd guess that you were the itsy bitsy spider man"
"Yo-you did that to her? You killed her?" Peter was seething. If he had thrown the rest of them in jail too, his aunt would be here. If he had told her in the beginning, she'd be here still. It was his fault, but it was also Hot Head's too.
White hot fury passed through Peter. He didn't even think about web shooters. All he could think and feel was to attack this man.
His fists we're starting to bleed, the suit being torn up against the rough metal body armor. Everything was hurting.
Then it happened, the criminal found the pattern in his fighting and began fighting back. He went in straight for the face and Peter heard a snap.
Crap. Broken nose.
Iron-Man's repulsers could be heard in the distance. They almost had all the hostages out. Hot Head must've realized that too
"I say we finish this quick now." He sneers, a smirk on his face.
The man picks Peter up by the collar and throws him through a window. Shards of glass land on him, resulting in several cuts.
One of them was a larger price sticking out of his leg, bleeding profusely. God this sucked.
Sirens rang softly in the background, Peter smiled despite himself. It was all almost over. Everyone was going to be safe and he could finally be gone. If it had been up to him, he probably would've let them kill him by now, he had almost nothing left, but he needed to stay alive, at least just a little bit longer. All he had to do was stall until the last of the hostages will be recovered.
"Get up, spiderboy, I'm not done yet. You costed me everything and now I might end up caught. I had a perfect plan and you had to ruin it because of stupid Tony Stark"
Peter coughed, blood spilling from the side of his mouth "You made yourself lose" he tries
He threw him across the room, the teen only stopping when he collides with the wall.
The kid grunts in pain, but forces himself up. This was going to be his last fight, at least he should make his last one a good one. He faces his foe, looking at him straight in the eyes his mask was already long forgotten.
"Is that all you got?" he mocks, tilting his head to the side.
It was like he was on a high. Everything hurt so badly, it all hurt so much...it was like it didn't hurt at all.
The villain lunged at him, grabbing a pistol from their holster and aimed at the vigilante, narrowly missing him.
"Y'know, this is so much fun, I think I could do this all day" he taunted, starting to laugh.
Everything was just hilarious. This whole situation, the guy, captain America and iron man. Everything was set up just perfectly like a joke awaiting its punchline. God it was fricken hilarious.
Adrenaline rush. That's what was allowing him to walk on a bleeding and possibly broken leg, what was letting him flip in the air and dodge punches with broken ribs, and what was keeping him from passing out from pain right now. Everything was so impossibly crappy and for some reason he was still kicking.
"Your time is up, Hot Head. Don't forget to say hi to the Vulture for me" he pants
"Oh kid, you think that it's over?" He begins laughing maniacally "That's priceless! You really thought I'd come overe here, make a big stink with hostages n stuff just be beat up by a little kid then go to jail?
"Nah, I gotta bomb rigged up a few miles east. I know that if I make a big deal here in the middle of no where, the attention is here and not there. I'm no idiot"
"I don't know about that last part..your arch enemy is a fifteen year old" Peter quips
"The bomb is gunna go off in about...ten minutes now. Let's see how New York feels about its super heros now when they don't show up to save the day."
Ten minutes..that's not enough time, it's not enough time.
Crap crap crap crap crap
Peter webbed up the man, leaving him in a pile of rubble with a bow made of webs and a note on the side with the words 'another present from spidey' before he took off.
The adrenaline of fighting was wearing off and it felt like his limbs were made of cement. It was so hard to move, but he just had to disable the bomb before he bled out.
Wait, he was still bleeding? Another piece of glass had lodged itself in his side right next to the other wound while he had been fighting.
"Note to self, don't fight in collapsed buildings with broken glass everywhere" he mumbled to himself as he frantically looked for any bomb-like objects.
That's when he sees it. In a dirty alleyway, a sleek looking suitcase made from a similar metal as the armor those villains were wearing was sitting by itself. It must be the bomb.
Peter ran to it at fast as he could, limping as went. His vision was spotty at best and his brain was foggy.
He had three minutes to figure out this bomb.
He tried to disable it by removing wires, but it wasn't powered by any of them. It looked like they were just placed there to mess with anyone who tried to get rid of it.
One minute left.
Desperately trying to find any way to stop the inevitable, he webs it up and uses a garbage can lid to try and stop it from lowing up even though he knows it won't work. Finally he uses one last act of heroism and throws himself on top, counting down as it is about to go off
Fifteen
Fourteen
Thirteen
"HEY SPIDER-MAN!" a familiar voice shouts
Captain Steve Rodgers is running to Peter in all of his star spangled glory. He tosses his shield like a frisbee and the teen catches it immediately, knowing exactly what to do with it.
Three
Two
He held his breath.
One.
The bomb was contained under the shield. Everything was going to be okay now.
Relief washed over him, and he sank to his knees. Next thing he knew it, his name was being called by someone...was it Tony?
Everything went black.