I wince, slowly coming back into consciousness. I look around, my body burning with the pain, from the weight of the concrete on me. I spot y/n lying unconscious in the rumble. Her face was pale, and blood ran down her forehead.
"Y/n" I yell, but she doesn't hear me.
I pull my mask off, suddenly finding in hard to breathe. I scream again, first y/n name and then a cry for help. For someone, anyone, to come and find us.
I use all my might to push the concrete off of me, but nothing happens. Tears start to stream down my face, and I try to force my breathing to steady. 'How can I save y/n if I can't even save myself?' I push up again.
"Come on Peter." I tell myself. "Come on Spider-Man. Come on Spider-Man."
I heave upwards, lifting the concrete with my arms. I push it out of my way and run over to y/n. I throw off the chunks of concrete that were on top of her and pulled her out of the way.
"Y/n" I say, cupping her face.
"Y/n please stay with me, I need you." I pleaded, feeling for her pulse.
"Y/n I need you to stay with me, I love you."
I lay my head on her stomach, and begin to cry. I can't find a pulse, she's gone. In this instant, right now, I don't care about Vulture. I don't care about saving the world, or being an Avenger. I don't care about being Spider-Man. I just care about her, I would give it all up in an instant if I could spend one more minute with her.
"Y/n, I love you."
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The Boy Down the Hall - A Peter Parker Fanfiction
FanfictionY/n has to move to queens for her mother's new job, upset about leaving her old friends behind, and nervous for what lies ahead in her life in Queens, she meets the boy who lives down the hall of her apartment building, Peter Parker... This is my fi...
