Chapter 13: Back to buildings

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  "You want some lightning with that thunder?!" Spider-man cried, swinging down and kicking the villain across the face. "Aw yeah! I thought so!"

  "Not the time for mockery, Spider-man!" Black Widow shouted to the vigilante as she took down one of the white-clad villains. "This isn't some friendly neighborhood thing."

"Pssht," Spidey replied by webbing two of the villains together and sticking them to the wall like flys stuck in a spiders web. "Do you know how many drug deals i stop in a week?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and disarmed the villain at her feet, coming back with two neon green orbs that pulsed in her hand.

"Who said this was a drug deal?" The bad guy said, clutching his stomach and panting. He ripped off his white mask to reveal a burned and blistered face along with blank white eyes.

"Yo, what the fuck," Spider-man said from his spot on the wall. "What's wrong with your face?"

Natasha wouldn't admit it, but she agreed that this mans face was frightening. His skin was charred nearly to the bone, his eyes lacked irises, instead leaving blank, bloodshot eyeballs. He was some kind of monster.

The man scowled. "It won't matter once we're through with you and the rest of this city," he snarled. "You'll be just like us."

The red and blue hero snickered. "You definitely just coined that from a movie."

Natasha ignored the teen, focusing on the strange devices in her hand. "Spidey, web him up," she snapped. "We don't know what these things are capable of."

"Aye aye, captain," Spider-man replied and crawled across the wall until he was above him. He shot two lines of webbing at him, using them as ropes to pull him up on the wall where he webbed him down.

The weird thing was, the villain didn't even try and fight it.

  A tingling sensation started at the tip of Peter's neck, making his hair stand on end. The tingling turned to burning, lighting his skin on fire. The sensation traveled down his spinal cord and pooled in the small of his back, and in the next moment he knew what was going to happen.

  "Natasha!" Spider-man screamed, leaping off the side of the building and colliding with the assassin just as the bombs in her hands pulsed brightly before detonating.

***

"Holy shit!"

Sam sprang off the couch as the camera zoomed in on the scene of a collapsed building in downtown Queens. "Did you see that?"

  Clint rolled his eyes. "Yes, but I'd like to listen to if you could shut up. I wanna make sure it's not something worth calling the Avengers for."

  Sam grumbled. "It's not like we're construction workers or something."

  "Shut up!"

"The building collapsed approximately three minutes ago. The Black Widow and Spider-man were last seen entering the building about forty minutes before the incident happened. No word on whether or not they've escaped. We'll keep you updated at the scene," the woman on the news station said, her words invoking instant dread in both bird-heroes.

  Sam slowly glanced to Clint. "Call Tony," was all he said before dashing out of the common area and towards the hallway. "If I'm right about this, then be prepared for all hell to break loose!"

  Sam stumbled towards Peter Parker's bedroom, heart thumping along to the silent prayer running through his head. Please no, please no.

  He pushed open the door slowly, light flooding the quiet bedroom. "Peter?" He called. "I'm sorry about what i said earlier...you in here, kid?"

  Sam received silence in return, which quickly confirmed his fear: that Peter was currently under a building in downtown Queens.

  "Fuck," Sam said under his breath before sprinting back to the common room to find Clint and Steve staring intently at the TV.

  "Tony is still in the medbay," Clint said, noticing the way Sam glanced at Steve in confusion. "I thought this was our next best option."

Steve nodded grimly. "You thought right," he said. "Let's suit up. Tony doesn't need to know until we get them both back alive and safe. I'd rather not go to two funerals in one day."

***

Natasha gasped, pain flooding her body instantly as she regained consciousness. Her chest ached, her left leg was numb and she could feel blood dripping down her face.

"Oh, thank god you're awake," came a small voice above her, strained with pain.

Natasha forced her eyes open, dust immediately clogging her vision. She moved to wipe her eyes when that same voice said, "Don't."

The assassin blinked away the ash and dust, vision clearing to reveal a young boy bent over her. His red and blue suit was torn to shreds, half his face showing along with most of his upper body. He groaned, tears staining his already grimy face.

"Oh my god, Peter!" Nat exclaimed, guilt clenching her stomach painfully. "What are you doing?! Are you okay? Please, tell me you're okay."

It took a moment for Peter to respond. He panted, "I...I'm okay. Been better, but still alive. And..I'm...uh, currently holding up the building."

Nat saw red. She scanned their surroundings, and sure enough, a large piece of concrete was balanced perfectly on Peter's back, just threatening to crush the two. Her mind immediately went into overdrive, thinking up ways to get out.

  "I've already tried," Peter murmured through clenched teeth. "There's no way out that doesn't end with at least one of us dying."

  Natasha wanted to scream, to cry, to curse out God for all the shit he'd put this teenager through. But no, she couldn't have a mental breakdown with a 16-year-old currently saving her life.

  "..how long was i out?" She asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

  "About ten minutes," Peter replied, grunting with the effort of holding up tons. "Ms. Natasha, i-i don't know how much longer i c-can hold this."

  The redhead placed her hands on either side of Peter's beaten up face. "Just a little longer sweetie. I'm gonna get us out of here."

  Just then, the rubble shifted, pushing more weight onto Peter's tiny body. The teen screamed, the sound ripping hearts in two as he experienced the same excruciating pain of holding up a building again.

  "Peter!" Nat cried, wanting so badly to help the boy but having no idea how.

  Peter sobbed. "Help me!" He screamed. His body shook over top of Nat, his whole body straining under the load. He could feel his muscles tearing, his bones breaking. He couldn't do this much longer.

  Natasha flinched. "Let me try," she begged. She was scared of causing Peter more pain, but at this rate, they would both die if she didn't try.

  Peter just screamed some more, blood dripping down his face along with grimy tears. "Help me!" He screamed again. "Anyone-I-I'm down here! We're down here! Help!"

  Fuck it, Natasha thought before shimming her way out from under Peter. She searched for any openings in the tiny pocket of space they were stuck in. But it was so dark and musty, she couldn't see anything.

  Okay, she thought, if i can't get us out, then i can at least help him. And the assassin crouched behind the struggling hero, bracing herself for the load, before pushing up with all her might.

  The pain was bearable, but only just. She screamed, her body straining under the weight, but seeing Peter slightly relax in front of her was worth it.

  "It's..gonna be..alright," Nat reassured. "We're gonna get out of this."

  Peter looked ready to collapse in front of her, and she knew she couldn't hold this up all on her own.

  "Little bit longer, Pete," Nat whispered, pebbles raining down on them. "Little bit more."

  Peter nodded. "I can hear it."

  Natasha grimaced.

  "I can hear it."

***

"How are we gonna do this?" Clint asked, shouldering his bow and quiver.

Sam thrust out his wings, ready to take flight. "I'm gonna go from the air, and when i spot them, get ready to dig. That's how."

Steve nodded. "We should've called Wanda."

Sam took off, soaring over the scene. Clint and Steve pushed through the crowd of police officers and firemen, running straight into the rubble.

  "Red wing, scan for life," Sam said to his suit, a tiny machine pulling apart from him. Red wing flew down right next to the destruction, running a scan of the rubble. He beeped green before flying back up to Sam. The machine reconnected to his suit, information immediately popping up before his eyes.

  "Life detected. Two humans, a boy and a woman, can be found three feet below the building," the information read.

  Sam grimaced, frustration growing with every second gone by. But where three feet under?

***

  "Anyone-I-I'm down here!"

  Cap froze.

"We're down here! Help!"

"Peter?"

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