"Where is Peter?" Emil asked the next day. They were lining up to enter the decathlon and the brown haired boy had not shown up.

"I don't know", Ned almost wailed, panicking. "He didn't come back last night".

"Shit", Emil swore. Knowing Peter, he was doing something stupid.

"Come guys, the decathlon is about to start", Mr Harrington waved at them impatiently.
Emil sighed and glanced once again towards the entrance, hoping that Peter would valiantly turn up at the last second. But no such luck. Sighing, Emil reluctantly followed Mr Harrington further inside.

"We won! Woohoo!" Flash chanted, holding the gold trophy high in the air.

Mr Harrington smiled and waved at the excited group in an effort to calm them down. "Quieten down now guys. We are about to go up the Washington monument".

Emil spared a uninterested look towards the tall white tower. He had been here before and it was rather underwhelming. He preferred the Eiffel Tower as a tourist attraction, as it was a lot more impressive. The last time he had been up the Eiffel Tower though, he had killed someone.

"You alright Michelle?" Mr Harrington asked MJ. "Taking in the view?"

"Naa", MJ responded. "I would rather not appreciate something that was built by slaves".

"Oh I'm sure the Washington monument was not built..." Mr Harrington began but trailed off as a tour guide agreed with MJ. "Enjoy your book".

"At lest the Eiffel Tower was an art piece", Emil commented. "Better too".
MJ nodded in agreement before taking a seat on a nearby bench and opening her book.

Emil turned and caught up with the rest of the group just as they were entering the monument. Ignoring the very bored sounding tour guide, Emil pulled out his phone and turned it on. Five missed calls and three voicemails from Peter notified on the screen.
Pressing on one, Emil heals the phone up to his ear as he followed the group into the elevator.

Peter's panicked voice sounded through the device.

"Emil, I have no time to explain. Tell Ned that the purple thing is a bomb! I promise that I will explain later. Just tell Ned that it's going to blow!"

"Emil! Answer the phone! The purple thing's a bomb! Tell Ned that the purple thing's a bomb!"

"Please answer the phone Emil! You need the tell Ned that the purple thing is going to explode!"

Emil frowned as the last voicemail ended. Pocketing his device, he leaned around Flash and poked Ned on the shoulder.

"What?" He asked.

"I have some weird voicemails from Peter. He says that the purple thing's a bomb and is going to explode", Emil stated.

Just as he finished speaking, a beam of energy shot out of Ned's backpack. It burnt into the ceiling and the walls, making the elevator shake. Everyone ducked, yelling as the energy expanded. Ned tore off his backpack and threw it on to the floor.

"What was that?" Flash asked anxiously.

"Are we going to die?"someone asked.

"Just stay calm", Liz warned, her voice trembling.

"We are going to be okay", The tour guide reassured them in her deadpan voice. "These elevators are state of the art. We will be fine".

The elevator gave another shudder.

"Oh lord", Abe whimpered. "We are all going to die in here".

"Screw that", Emil cursed. He, being one of the tallest, moved forwards and began to reach towards the security hatch in the ceiling. "Mr Harrington, some help please".

Mr Harrington quickly moved to assist Emil and after a few minutes they managed to pried the hatch open.

"Okay, lightest and smallest first", Emil instructed. One by one, him and Ned managed to lift everyone up to the people waiting above. They were lifting Flash up when the elevator gave another huge shake. It freaked and groaned as Flash was lifted up on to safe ground. There was now only Mr Harrington, Emil, Ned and Liz left still in the elevator.

"Come on Liz", Emil held out a hand. Liz hesitated, clearly terrified as more ominous noises sounded around them. She stepped nervously forward and the elevator finally broke. The piece of ceiling which had stopped them from falling broke off, sending the four of them plummeting towards the ground.

Emil clung on to the railing as everyone screamed. He had his eyes tightly shut in fear. He had fallen from great heights before, always teleporting away at the last second. But this was a new fear. He felt completely useless. His body was physically unable to teleport four people. He didn't want them to die.

A spider web shot through the air and grasped the falling box, stopping it's decent. The box haunted for a second before dropping again as Spider-Man lost support, sending him falling after them. Peter reacted, landing in the elevator, he shot a web to the wall and latched himself to the ceiling. The elevator stopped as Peter supported it.

"Hey how you guys doing?" Peter asked in a ridiculously fake voice. "Let me just help you out here". And he began to pull the elevator up.

Emil had never been so relieved and happy to see Spider-Man in his life. He could kiss him. "Oh thank god", he breathed as Ned began cheering. "Fuck me", he sank to the floor and ran a hand through his hair in relief.

"Quickly, everyone out!" Emil commanded as they rose up. Peter had managed to stop the elevator on level with one of the floors, making it easy for them to jump out.

Mr Harrington and Ned got out quickly, both of them letting out relieved sighs as they touched safe ground. Liz hesitated again as the elevator dropped an inch. Emil could almost feel Peter's grip slipping under the weight. Grabbing Liz by the arm, he practically threw her out of the elevator and into Ned.

Just as she landed on solid ground, the metal under Peter's feet broke. The box fell. Emil reached up his arms as he felt the floor drop beneath him. Terror laced his gut and some part of him told him to teleport away. But he looked up and saw the eyes of Peter's mask staring down at him, arm stretched out to save him. Emil placed his trust in Peter.

He jolted painfully to a stop as a web caught him around the waist, pulling him out of the still falling elevator. Grasping the slightly sticky tendrils, Emil almost let out a small chuckle as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. Tears traced themselves down his cheeks as he hugged the web and he sobbed slightly.

"Hey hey, don't cry", Peter soothed as he pulled Emil towards him. "I've got you".
When he got within reaching distance, he wrapped a steadying arms around his waist.

Emil wrapped his arms around the hero in a hug. "Thank you Peter", he whispered as he was gingerly placed on steady floor. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you".

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