Avengers Imagines

52* Burnt (Peter Parker)

You were filled with panic as you woke up in a start, unable to breathe as black smoke filled your lungs, taking over your supply of oxygen. Coughing, you rolled out of bed and onto the floor, attempting to get out of the smoke that was quickly filling your room and the rest of your apartment. A loud, shrieking sound echoed throughout your apartment, signalling that there was a fire somewhere else in the building. You could only assume that the fire was spreading quickly as the smoke was already thick and pitch black. 

Your eyes scan your surroundings, trying to find a way to escape the suffocating room. The smoke was flowing under your bedroom door, meaning that the fire had more than likely already spread to outside your room. The fire must've started in one of the neighboring apartments. You crawl over to the door, pressing the back of your hand to it. Hissing, you pulled away and rubbed the warm skin before crawling away. 

You could feel your heartbeat quickening as you thought of a way to get out of the room. You desperately needed air, and every time you took a breath you'd be stopped by harsh coughing. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, both from the panic and the feeling of suffocation. Your vision was blurring from the amount of smoke in your eyes, which caused even more tears to fall. 

With each passing moment, you could feel your hope slowly deteriorating. With each breath, you could feel the possible darkness of death coming closer. Your hope was slipping with each passing moment that you would survive. I mean, within seconds of the fire starting and the alarms going off, the fire had spread so much.

And it continued to spread. 

You watched in horror as the fire consumed your bedroom door. The heat became nearly unbearable as the bright flames grew closer. It was the hottest thing you ever felt, and you were growing even more scared and desperate as the fire grew closer and closer. It seemed as if it would consume you at any moment. 

You backed away from the flames and up against the wall, wishing with everything in your heart that you could just melt through the wall and to safety. But, the only way out was much more dangerous. Yet, at this point it was better than burning alive. 

Standing quickly, you spun around to find the window in your bedroom. You crawl on top of your desk, flinging all of your things out of the way as you desperately tried to get to the window. To safety. Your computer crashed against the ground, shattering instantly. Papers flew everywhere, seemingly feeding the growing flames even more. You didn't care that you just lost all of your scientific research. All you cared about was getting away from the unbearable heat and the seemingly inescapable death looming over you.

In a rush, you start tugging at the window, attempting to pull it up so you could escape. And in that rush, you didn't remember that the stupid apartment owners nailed the damn thing shut for 'safety reasons'. You were running out of options as the fire consumed your bed on the far wall, along with all of your posters and even more of your research. 

Thinking quickly, you grab the baseball bat your father gave you for your own protection. He wanted to give you something a lot more dangerous, but when you refused he settled for that. You slam the bat into the window, wailing relentlessly at the glass in attempts to shatter it. After what seems like years, the glass finally breaks, raining down on the people below. You climb onto the windowsill, ignoring the remaining shards of glass cutting into your skin. Looking down below, you could see people screaming and pointing up to where you were. 

Without much hesitation, you jumped. 

As you jumped, you couldn't help but think you were about to die in front of all of these people. In front of all of these strangers. You were going to die without getting to say goodbye to your dad. Without saying goodbye to your friends. You had jumped out of the seventh story of a building without second thought because you thought going out this way was a lot better than burning alive. At least this way would be quick and painless.