My hand is still stuck to the hood of the police car and the feeling is disgusting, gooey and chilling.
Lights of New York flicker on and off, sometimes staying on for several seconds then to fade out and plunging us into a void of darkness. From where I'm standing I can see Times Square lit up like a flame in the dark, the whereas billboards that usually present advertisements for Coca Cola or a new soon to be blockbuster movie are on and.... it shows something rather someone who is, uh, blue? I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut then open them just to see if my mind was playing tricks on me but when I look back there they are again.
It's like a whirlwind of different types of blues, like the pattern of a jelly fish igniting in different places and my jaw goes slack. It-It's like he is a big body of electricity and I'm shocked and mesmerised by his beauty. I don't know why I decided it's a boy but... Then I notice the crowds of people thinning out, trying to move away from the electricity dude. Their faces are projected onto the billboards and I notice that the police have taped up areas, I guess they're trying to cage in on electricity dude. I wonder if Oscorp know anything about this... I have a shift this Thursday so I could maybe check.
At this point I'm getting entirely frustrated. I mean how dare he web me to a car? I mean who the hell does he think he is? My adorably hot boyfriend, yes.
I yank at the webs and try and twist my wrists at different angles but it won't give. Then an idea forms in my head and I'm reaching into my coat pocket with my free hand, feeling around for my house keys. My fingers touch cool metal and I grab them before trying to saw my way through the gooey webs.
It takes several minutes to detach myself but when it's done I feel like I've accomplished so much. Ha! Take that, Peter. I wiggle my fingers around a bit before moving towards Times Square.
As I walk I see a few people skittering down various streets and my heart pumps faster and oh god I'm excited to see what this electricity dude is but I'm also nervous because the looks on people's faces are ones I won't ever forget.
Another task for Spider-Man this is. Another task where his life will be jeopardised, where he will be putting his life at risk because who knows what this guy is capable of? Will the outcome produce catastrophic events? Will it leave New York in a much more devastating situation than when we were attacked by the giant lizard? Milling this over in my mind makes my head sure because the possibilities are endless and I'm scared.
I'm always scared now and I hate it. Having Spider-Man as my boyfriend was a choice he made and a choice I made but it hurts so much, the idea of him getting hurt. I have seen the war wounds he comes back with, I have seen and traced those scars with the tips of my fingers, the uneven skin a permanent mark in my mind.
I open my eyes not realising that I had even closed them. I look around and see that I've stopped in the middle of a sidewalk. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, repeating this several times before I pick my feet up from the ground and continue my journey.
It's taking me over I don't want to feel this constant fear all the time.
The people of New York City rely on him too much, he's just a boy for fuck sake.
He. Is. Just. A. Boy.
A boy who loves to save them. He's so loyal to them and I can't imagine him ever leaving, but he's leaving with me isn't he? And I can't begin to explain how much it warms me that he's coming with me though I do have my doubts because he has many ties here that will be incredibly hard to loosen.
Once I'm at a corner of Times Square I take it all in. The chaos has diminished since the time I was stuck to the police car and viewing the situation from the billboards. My eyes search for Peter unconsciously and I soon find him with his hands fall. Literally. One arm is stuck out holding a pole from falling onto a mother with a pram who is staring at the web encircling the pole almost with... With awe. It's like she is stuck to her spot. Peter then swings the pole round cautiously and it clutters to the road. The sound is so deafening like when you open a packet of popcorn in a dead silent cinema.
I shift my head and my eyes land upon a swarm of blue rifting material that has my eyes widening and without any thought I step closer. It feels like a pull, like I am being pulled by a force a million times stronger than those silly red and blue magnets you use in science class when you're 11. Only this time the magnet force is a blue mass of electricity and there is a 99.9% chance that I will be toast when we come in contact.
I see a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye and suddenly the pull isn't as strong any more and my feet hit the ground but my mind is elsewhere because they drag behind me as I'm thrown backwards.
I don't even scream. My mouth is open and no sound is released.
The impact rocks the teeth in my mouth and I feel the bones in my body echo the feeling.
I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart. I'm smart.
I don't move. If I move there is the possibility that I may cause myself to be paralysed. I need to go to hospital. Unless I'm creating more pain in my mind than there actually is and if I move I may be okay.
Black clouds around my vision and I squeeze my eyes open and closed repeatedly.
The pain is too extensive. It has wrapped itself around my body and it's seeping through the cracks and it's consuming my very being. I'm done. I'm over. Oh god no nO I DO NOT WANT TO DIE. I AM NOT DYING.
I'm a drama queen I can deal with this. I can wait. I will wait. Someone will come. Peter is near I am safe.
Everything is black.
I try to open my eyes but I can't they're too heavy. I roll my eyes around and squeeze my cheeks up.
"Hold on." A voice whispers by my ear. It's a voice I know so well.
"Y-y-you c-ca... C-can't be h-here," I choke out and damn does it hurt to speak. I feel like something has been lodged down my throat. "I-I ma wee-wee-k-na-ass."
I swallow and fire shoots up my throat before I pass out.
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I am sooooo sOOO SORRY FOR THIS UPDATE it was so shit and oh my god I can't believe I actually posted it. Another filler.
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