I screamed as my body slammed into the ground.  I felt as if my heart was being ripped from my chest. 

Smoke tore through the sky, and shattered remnants of the SUV windows sprayed us all.  I gritted my teeth, covering my head with my hands like we did at school during a tornado drill.

"Someone press the button!"  I heard Natasha cry out, her voice weak and strained.  I felt my consciousness fading quickly.  I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision and see through the dust clouds.  That's when I saw it.

The remote.

I crawled foreward, dragging myself across the ground.  Coughing weakly, I grew lightheaded.  Finally, I was gripping the device. 

I flicked the switch.

There was a whoosh, and I felt an icy wind swirl.  I blinked again, trying to put myself into a sitting position, slumping against one of the dented S.H.I.E.L.D. vans. 

I inhaled and exhaled with determination, refusing to black out.  Each exhale came out as a whimper.  My head throbbed.  My abdomen throbbed.  Everything hurt like it was on fire.

I watched out in horror at the scene before me.  A figure, which looked like a man, stood in the center of the furnace, which was now turning to ice.  The figure crumpled, crying out in agony. 

I struggled to my feet.  My body wobbled, and I still leaned on the automobile for support. 

Bunlei shrieked.  I almost felt bad for him.

No.  He took Peter.

Peter.

I gasped.  Was Peter nearby?  I looked around, finding the fallen bodies of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.  Why was I the only one awake?

I hurried to the nearest body, Natasha.  I held my fingers to her neck, feeling for a pulse.  She was alive.  I shook her, my hand on her shoulder.  Natasha blinked, moaning. 

"Oh..."  She sat up.  Her eyes widened at the sight around her.  "What happened?" 

I pointed at Bunlei, who was now still.  "Everyone passed out from the impact."

"I asked them if it would be all right to stand nearby...they said it was."  She said it coldly, annoyed.  She shook her head.  "We have to wake the others and capture him before it's too late."

"Peter..." I began.

Natasha wrapped her hands around my wrists, where my webshooters still were. 

"Put these to good use.  I believe that you can do this without me.  Good luck," she told me.  "If you need anything, call me."  With that, she ran off after the others.  For a moment I just watched, then sprinted in the other direction.

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"Peter!" I shouted.  I had already searched several streets, and it was beginning to look hopeless.  My energy was dying fast, and I had to stop to catch my breath.

I sat on my knees, my palms flat on the ground.  I dipped my head down, closing my eyes tightly before opening them again.  My webshooters shined at me, enough to cause me to stand up again.

I straightened, wiggling my shoulders.  I let out a deep breath, stretching my right arm in front of me. 

"What's your name?"  I smiled at him, waiting for his reply.  I hated the fact that I had forgotten.

"You don't know my name?"  He looked up at me with confusion, appearing to feel disappointed. 

"Oh!"  I didn't want to tell him the truth.  He'd been through a lot, already.  I had to think of an excuse.  "I know your name.  I just want to know if you know your name."  I swallowed, thinking that that was the stupidest reason possible. 

"Peter," he replied.  I cocked my head, waiting for the rest.  "Parker."  I nodded, giving a small laugh. 

"Okay."  I turned around, staring at the dry erase board on the wall at the front of the room.  Peter Parker.  What a name.

"You should still go see the nurse, though," I added, turning back around.  I just had to look into his eyes one more time.

I bit my lip, the memory coming back fast.  Peter Parker.  I had to find him.  After all we'd gone through, all the way from that first day, it couldn't end like this. 

I shot the web, feeling a jolt as it connected to a building.  Goodness, I'd forgotten what it felt like. 

I broke into a run.  I leapt onto a car, running up the front, still holding the webbing.  When I was on the roof of the vehicle, I shot another web and jumped. 

The next few webs that I shot were swift and fast.  I swung higher and higher, excitement boiling in me.  I missed swinging in the air.  It was so fun...and beautiful. 

I had, regretfully, almost forgotten why I was swinging.  I almost missed it.  But there it was, a figure lying on the pavement of the deserted road.  I released my current web, my body plummeting down to the street.  At the last second, I spread my arms out, one on each side of me, and shot webs from both webshooters. 

I hung over the ground like a clothesline.  I released the webs, then ran up to the figure.  Male. 

He was on his back.  A black cap was pulled over his face.  Holes were torn in the front for his eyes, which were closed.

I hurried to the man's side, sobs coming out of my body in chokes.

I pulled the hat away, revealing the face of the man I loved. 

"Peter!"  My cry came out in a whisper.  I leaned my body across his, sobs ripping through me.

I straightened, wiping away my tears.  Peter just lied there, his eyes closed, as were his lips.  I traced his jawline with my fingers.  I kept sliding my fingers down his cheek and to his neck to find a pulse. 

I sat there for several seconds, feeling nothing. 

No.  No, please no.  God, no.

The tears returned.  I held his sweet face in my hands, my tears landing on his cheeks. 

I leaned down, placing a final kiss on his soft lips. 

I slid my hands from his cheeks so that one was on his neck and one was behind his head to support it.  I placed my forehead on his, my hands tingling.

Wait.

There were more than just tingles.  Did I feel something on his neck?  I froze.  There it was again.  A pulse. 

Peter's chest began to move.  My heart beat faster.

His mouth opened, inhaling a deep breath.  I gasped, and his eyes fluttered open to meet mine.

"Peter!"  Tears fell faster, and I buried my face into his neck.  I felt his arm wrap around me, and we were just lying beside each other in the street.  I began to whisper in his ear, "I thought you were..."

"Shhh..." He whispered back.  "Don't say that word."

I lifted my head to stare into his eyes, now full of life.  I bent back over to give him another kiss; this one he was able to return.