Spider-Man Imagines II

Gotta Save Her Anyway (part two) | Peter Parker (TH)

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Peter didn't waste any time. He called Ned, who plopped himself right in front of his computer and stayed on the phone with Peter. He gave him Doc Ock's coordinates and an estimated time of arrival. 

Peter ran, tripping over his feet in his Spider-Man suit.

"Ned, I lost my powers," he said. 

"You what?" Ned's voice spoke in his ear. 

"My powers are gone," he said. "I can't see-" He tripped over himself and got back up, hearing the murmurs of people he passed by. "I can't do anything."

"You can still shoot webs, right?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I have my shooters," he said. "But I can't do anything else!"

"You can save her, man," he said. "I'll help as much as I can."

Peter took a deep breath. He couldn't let you die. He just couldn't.

...

You were starting to wake up. Your eyesight was blurry and your wrists were sore. You tilted your head up, swollen lids peeling open to see chains wrapped around your arms. They pressed into your skin so tightly that it was purple and red. You tugged, muttering a soft, no. You were captured. You weren't sure how or why, you couldn't remember anything, and your head was throbbing. 

"I think he'll be here soon," said a voice. 

You looked up slowly. Doc Ock stood in front of you, grinning. One of his claws reached up and pushed a lock of your hair away. You lowered your head and tried not to cry. 

Please Peter, please come.

He kept stroking your hair, sometimes moving your face so you'd look at him. He's just trying to scare you, you reminded yourself, and it was working. The cold metal of the claw against your cheek made you shudder.

"Get your hands off her!"

You lifted your head and Doc Ock turned, smiling. "Isn't it funny," he said, "that the hero always says the same thing when his girl is in trouble? Fascinating."

"Peter," you said, tugging on the chains. "I'm sorry. About fighting so much."

"It's okay," he breathed, mouth moving beneath the mask.

The villain stepped in front of you, blocking you from seeing Peter. You tugged on the chains and they bit harder into your skin, making you whimper. "I'm going to kill her, Peter," Doc Ock said.

"No you're not!" he said. Webs fired from his wrists, locking onto the claws. He pulled and tugged, but his strength was gone.

Doc Ock noticed.

"Shoot!" hissed Peter. "Karen! Enable web grenades."

"Web grenades enabled," she said. "Ready for fire, Peter."

Peter shot those instead, hitting Doc Ock in every crevice of the metal limbs. They got stuck sometimes, slowing down enough for him to dodge them, but he was slow.

Still, Ock grew annoyed and all of his claws lunged for Peter at once.

"Karen! Web splitters!" he shouted.

"Web splitters enabled," she said, and he was able to fire at all the snapping, twisting claws at once.

He turned and ran, going noticeably too slow. He couldn't stick to walls, but he did run and bounce off of one, rolling on the floor as a chunk of concrete broke from the ceiling. Ock was breaking the walls to crush him.

"Peter!" you screamed. The chunks of rubble were getting too close and he couldn't move fast. They were even getting close to you-

"Stop!" Peter said, and his feet froze on spot. "Doc! Stop, you'll kill her! Just get me! Just get me! Not her, get me-"

He hit the wrong spot on the ceiling and all of the rubble came crashing down on you. Peter gasped and stepped forward.

At the same time he screamed your name, a chunk of rock hit the back of his head. He fell on the ground, unconscious.

...

When he came to with a start, he immediately realized how painful it was to have the weight on top of him. A similar situation had taken place when he fought Vulture, but this was harder, because he didn't have his powers.

"Ned!" he screamed, voice high and broken. "Ned, Ned - are you there? Ned-!"

"I'm here, Pete. I contacted Tony Stark and he is on his way. Just hang in there, man."

"She's in here," he gasped, panicked. "She's in here! No, no - ___-" He started to squirm, lift, crawl, anything. Rocks cut through his suit and threatened to crush his bones. "She's here-"

"Peter! No, don't. You're hyperventilating! Calm down before you suffocate." Ned's voice was cutting in and out.

"No - no, I need to get to her!" he screamed. He kept moving.

"Pete, no!" Ned shouted. "Please, man. Don't-"

From somewhere in the rocks, Peter heard the whisper of his name. He froze, his palms turned upward as he tried to lift a good portion of wall off his leg.

"___," he said, feeling your name on his lips, at the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly he was fifteen again, in his homemade suit, trying to push rubble off of him so he could get back to you before the dance was over. Just a kid obsessed with a girl that had every reason to dump him, but didn't.

Times were harder now, but that didn't change you in the least.

"___," he whispered, and he closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and pushed, pushed, pushed...

And the rock flew off of him. Standing in the ruined warehouse, he could see clearly. He felt good, and be grinned, knowing that his powers were back.

Now, digging for you was no problem. He found you, still chained to the wall, a gash on your forehead. He cupped your cheek and you opened your eyes.

"That fight we had was stupid," you mumbled.

He grinned through his tears. "So stupid."

"All of them were," you said.

He nodded. "I'm going to get you out of here and take you home." He started to break the chain links, careful of your wrists that had been rubbed raw.

"I love you," you whispered.

He stared up at you, working on the chains until Mr. Stark came.

Turns out, he didn't need fame or even an ounce of being liked. He got everything from those three words you said: I love you.

Man, did he really love you back.