Hold onto me
cause I'm a little unsteady

Type: Heartbreak
Word Count: 926
Published: January 22, 2018

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You don't know what happened, but you found yourself lying on the cold, wet ground of the rainy streets of New York, feeling a sharp pain at your lower back and a pounding in your head.

"(Y/n)??" You suddenly see Spiderman hover over you.

"Peter.." You gulp, trying to communicate with him.

"We got him, (y/n). He won't be hurting anyone else any more." Peter's gloved hand makes it's way to pet your hair. You pull out a genuine smile.

"G-good... that's good." You whisper. You always wanted the people to be safe, even if it meant that you got hurt.

"And he won't be hurting you anymore." You hear Peter's voice crack. Your eyebrows furrow at the slightly change of his tone. It was like he was starting to cry.

"Why are you..?" You bring your hand up to grab Peter's cheek, but he takes your struggling arm in his hand and brings it back down to the ground.

It was still raining. Raindrops were getting in your eyes and you started to shiver. In the background, you didn't see, but you heard Ironman's blaster shooting something.

"Peter, help me up!!" You urge, starting to get your upper body up. Peter only pushed you back down.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea.."

"Ow, shit.."

Then, you feel Peter's hand rest itself on your lower stomach.

"Sorry, I'm trying to stop the bleeding." He whispers very quietly while avoiding eye contact.

"What bleeding–?" You push Peter's hand away from your stomach.

In the evening light of he sun starting to set, you see a splotch of a red stain on your shirt, the darkest part in the middle of the red stain.

"Oh.. oh my god." You choke on your words. Having enough of seeing your wound, you went back down on the ground, staring up at the cotton colored sky of the setting sun.

Peter put his hand back on your stomach, and you actually started to feel the pain this time.

With the raindrops falling on your face, teardrops began to roll down your cheeks.

Peter heard your quiet sobs through his mask and his eye sockets widened at you.

"Am I g-gonna die?" You breath, trying to collect your thoughts into one cohesive train about what's happening with you at the moment.

Peter started shaking his head back and forth.

"No, no don't you are say that!" His free hand grips on your shoulder. You shake your head in denial.

"Peter it hurts." You say quickly, sucking in a short breath. Peter lifted his hand off your stomach, but the pain seared more through your body.

Peter put his hand back down, applying the same amount of pressure as before, when he saw you wince from the lack of his touch.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). Baby I'm so sorry." Peter whimpers, finally pulling off his mask. His messy dry hair quickly became wet with the rain, matting down on his forehead.

"You're gonna stay strong for me okay? You're gonna make it, I promise." Peter gets closer to you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

With some strength left in you, you bring up your hand and comb your fingers through his wet locks, trying your best to comfort Peter.

"Hey kid, medics are here. Put back your mask on." You hear Tony above you and Peter. He sounded so gentle and.. sorry.

Your eyes started to feel droopy and the pain on your torso was subsiding. Even though the loud sirens started to roar through the streets, you felt like you could just fall asleep.

Through your half-closed eyes, you see Peter pull back on his wet mask over his saddened face.

Then your eyes shut completely.

"(Y/n)?? (Y/n)!! Look at me. Open your eyes, baby." You hear and urgent Peter above you. You want to open your eyes, but you just couldn't.

Peter carefully put your cheek in his hand, along with stroking your hair and patting your face a little.

Then you feel Peter's hand wrap around yours.

Instead of opening your eyes, you squeeze Peter's hand to indicate that you heard him.

"Help is here and they're gonna take you to the hospital." Peter whispered very closely to your ear. You squeeze his hand again.

"Don't worry, you're gonna be okay. Everything will be okay. Just hang in there for me.. can you do that?"

Soon, you feel your body get lifted up from the ground. Your hand started to stretch out until you lost the grip of Peter's hand.

By now, you assumed you were being taken to the ambulance. Something was put over your nose and mouth and you wanted to wake up and show you're okay, but right now, you felt so vulnerable, weak, and tired.

In the midst of paramedics conferring between themselves and the sounds of the police and ambulance sirens outside, all you could think of was the answer you wish Peter heard before they took you away from him.

'I'll hang on for you. I can do that..'

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i like writing dramatic imagines.. is that a problem?
trying to be more active on this book when school is just starting to get even more hectic should be considered an extreme sport
also someone let me know if i used that gif up there already because i honestly don't know

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