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"-Down here, I'm stuck I'm stuck! I can't move g-"

I was woken up by screams of help and I couldn't move at all... Fuck my body hurts so bad... I-I can't breathe!

I struggled and grunted when I freed my hand from some rubble and tore off my mask, taking in deep gulps of air.

"Peter?! Peter help! I can't- I can't move! I'm stuck over here!"

I gasped for air again since the rubble was crushing my lungs.

"Y/n?... I can do this.. come on, Peter.. come on, Spiderman.. come on, Spiderman!"

He grunted and I heard the rubble beginning to shift. Is... Is he lifting it?

"Y-you can do it, Peter!"

He screamed and grunted as the rubble began to lift more. I felt the pressure on my lungs lift and I breathed in more air. I couldn't feel my right arm but I pushed myself up as the rubble tumbled over and off of us. I coughed from the dust and held my arm as I started to feel the pain in it. I looked around and saw Vulture sitting on an empty billboard. I began to run but tripped over myself and fell on my arm.

I ignored the searing pain I felt and got up again

"You need help?"

I gulped and nodded. Peter crouched in front of me and I got on his back, holding on with my left arm as best I could. He began running as the Vulture took off and he jumped up onto the billboard, attaching us to the wingsuit.

We flew higher and higher until we were above the clouds. Once we got onto the plane I used my ice to keep myself from falling off. I moved off of Peter and we both made our way towards Vulture. Or at least we tried as best we could.

Once Peter started kicking a way into the plane, I saw the wingsuit come out of the plane and it tried to knock us off. It tried flying off after, but Peter kept us attached to the plane. The web wasn't holding and soon we were flying towards the jets of the plane.

"Oh my god!"

Me and Peter said in unison

I wrapped my legs around his waist instead of my arm and put as much ice as I could towards the jet. As I closed my eyes, we flew onto it and it had stopped due to the ice. That actually worked...

The wingsuit had just missed us again and soon the jet broke and flew out of its place. Luckily Peter had stuck us to the plane and had tried to keep us on it. Once Vulture came back, he used his wings to stab at Peter's hands, which were the only things that were keeping us on this plane.

He had used both wings and this time we did fly off. Peter shot a web at the back jet of the plane and we fortunately stayed on it. Suddenly the plane started going downwards and we climbed onto it again. I got off of Peter and hoped I could stay on this time. As we looked forward we saw the plane heading straight for the city.

Peter quickly shot a web and pulled at one of the wings flaps, making the plane turn. We missed mostly everything as the plane crash landed and I was thrown forward at a speed I've never been at before. I couldn't even process myself tumbling at high speeds but I was glad I couldn't feel it.

Once I stopped moving all I could do was see. The rest of my senses weren't working. Except the sixth one. Call it a snow sense.

Vulture pushed a previously standing Peter on to the ground. Peter stood up and Vulture turned around, looking at us.

"Hey, Pedro."

He flew at us again and we dodge the suit. Peter tried to shoot at the suit but he was pushed onto the ground and Vulture started punching him. I ran over and drop-kicked him off of Peter. He got up again and this time grabbed me. He tried to drop me from a height but I grabbed on to the suit's collar and used all my strength to turn him so that I was on top when we fell.

Peter used a web and pulled Vulture's wing and he turned around slamming Peter while his web was attached to the wing. He picked up Peter and threw him at me and I didn't have enough time to dodge. We both fell and he picked us both up with his wings. He looked off into the distance, disregarding us.

"Bingo."

He dropped us and then walked away. I looked up at Vulture and the sparks and jerks of the suit became more violent.

"Your wingsuit- Your wingsuit is gonna explode!"

He struggled to get his hand up but once he did, he used a web to pull Vulture back to the ground.

"You gotta stop!"

I pushed myself off the ground and helped Peter with pulling the web.

"It's time to go home, Pete."

"We're trying to save you!"

He cut the web and we both fell back. I watched as Peter tried to attach back to him but he ran out of web. I watched as Vulture's suit began to whir and then it stopped flying, falling to the ground in an explosion.

"Damn it!"

"No!"

Peter and I got up and rushed over through fire. We searched for his body and grabbed him before he could burn. We dragged him to safety and we stood there taking everything in.

Peter looked over at me and sighed. I'd smile but I don't think I'm physically capable of doing so. For now we just stared at each other.

It was over. We did it. By ourselves.

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