I wince as more shadows cover my legs. They are getting harder and harder to move. I think it's paralyzing me. My legs feel like they're turning to stone. Am I turning to stone? My organs feel like they're on fire. I don't like this. I don't like feeling helpless. I don't like how I'm getting weaker and weaker by the seconds. I can feel my body being destroyed by the inside. I feel terrible.

"How you holding up Spider-Man?" Scarlet asks.

"Never *cough* *cough* stretching." I say.

"Yeah, glad you're still making jokes." Scarlet chuckles.

"I... can't take this." I mutter softly.

"Hmh?" Scarlet asks.

"Nothing." I snap.

"Okay..." Scarlet swings again.

I grip him. Since when is he this nice to me? I grip my chest. There's this warm feeling but it doesn't hurt. It feels... pleasant. Also, my organs feel a little fuzzy. Is it the shadow? No... it's not pain. It's something deeper. I hear a bang.

"Oh, come on!" Scarlet growls.

I turn.

"Hydra." I say.

"We got to hide punk." Scarlet says.

"I agree." I cough.

 He ducks into a fan room. He sits me down.

"Listen punk, this aint looking good for both of us." Scarlet sighs.

"I... I..." I start.

"What?" He looks at me.

"I think I'm gonna die." I say.