CAUGHT IN HIS WEB ⋇ 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⋇ ℙeter ℙarker

Chapter ₂ ₁

CATCHING FIRE

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Heart racing...

Body shaking...

Eyes blurred...

Hands clammy...

Voice mute...

I'm going to die, and there's nothing anybody can do to stop it.

Head spinning...

Legs wobbly....

Hearing ringing...

I squeezed myself into the corner of the aircraft.
My breathing becoming erratic as I could hear my fast heart beat humming in my ears.

You know the saying before you die your life flashes before you die...it's not true...it's a complete lie!

My hands were on both sides of the walls trying to support myself the best I could as the Jet was wobbling drunk down into eventually the ground. I couldn't speak...my body in a state of shock that I couldn't call out for help.

Peter.   Peter.   Peter!  PETER!   PETER, HELP!
My inner thoughts screamed.

The Jet was moving so uncontrollably my hands and feet eventually couldn't hold on any longer as I was pushed and shoved into the walls, meaning each hit hurting more than the last.

Again and again...wall after wall...scrape after scrape...bump after bump my body continued to take the beating of the strong hits as I was seconds away from what I'm presuming is the ground where the plane will eventually crash.

Ironically I think of the titanic scene where the captain goes down with the ship, however I guess I'm the captain and the Jet is the ship...but I'm not a FUCKING PILOT AND IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE!

Hitting wall to wall my vision starts to come and go, falling in and out of consciousnesses. From black to white like an old film, oh how I wish this was indeed a movie and I wasn't actually in this mess.

The Jet caught fire easily within the first 5 minuets of falling...huh you would think that an Avengers Jet would be able to sustain anything and not get easily damaged thanks to their amazing technology and brains but I guess this one...THE ONE THAT IM FREAKING INSIDE OF isn't very resistant to metal wings designed by a crazy money thirsty Dad.

BOOM!

The front of the Aircraft smashed into the sand causing a rippling effect throughout the rest of the Jet.

It was then when I felt an overthrowing power push through my body causing my body to seethe out in pain as I felt the heat of the Jet finally reach my skin. The Aircraft roof began to collapse above me, I took my last breath as my eyes began to drift to sleep. My body felt as though a thousand knives have struck my body and I was shot and burned repeatedly all at the same time, nothing could explain the pain I was in.

I felt the obese weight of the roof for two seconds before...nothing.

I only felt light.

Peter's POV

Holding on for dear life to my web i flapped like a flag in the wind. The guy with the wings was trying to rip the Jet open from the outside which wasn't going to plan.