glory girl ♱

“I got you, you’re okay,” He spoke gently, his arm hugging your body closer to his side. Your arms were wrapped snug around his neck, becoming tighter as Peter webbed another building to swing from.

He’d tried to convince you that webbing through the city wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. With him being the one wielding the power to do so, he was always flipping through the air and hanging off of buildings and actually found it as one of his favorite pastimes when he wasn’t with you. And because he couldn’t always be with you, he wanted to do something fun for a change—something that didn’t involve fighting and having to put his life on the line.

Unfortunately for you, it was not as fun, and you did in fact find it to be as bad as you thought it might be. Each time he sprayed a new web, aiming it at one of the many buildings you passed, your stomach flipped every way possible. The weightlessness you felt before a new web caught stole the breath right from your lungs.

Even with how tight he was holding you, you still found yourself trying to cling even tighter to him the more he swung. And knowing Peter, he’d never drop you but being so high up in the air was not something you took a liking to.

You let out a few breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Okay.. I’m okay..” you murmured more to yourself than to him. Your eyes cracked open to peek around you, landing on the street below you.

A small whimper left your lips as your eyes watched the cars that littered the road, the distance between you and the busy street making your heart rate pick back up again.

“No, no, no— Don’t look down,” He glanced at you and back in front of him. You forced your face back into the crook of his neck, silently praying that you would soon arrive at your apartment and be back on the ground where it was mostly safe.

Minutes later, you and Peter land in front of your apartment building. Your arms were still around his neck, holding on for dear life even after your feet had already touched the ground.

Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh from beneath his mask.

“Uh— your flight landed already,” his small joke causes you to look up at him, glaring at him so hard he thought you’d might laser right through the fabric of his mask.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You shoved his chest playfully. “Nothing about that seemed fun, Peter.”

He snickered, watching as you turned toward the door to the apartment building.

The door opened with a small creak in the hinges, the rusty green paint chipping away each time it brushed the door frame to open.

Peter followed you inside, greeting the janitor that gave you both a confused look, probably wondering why on earth Spiderman was on your heels as you walked up the steps.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Peter chuckled once more. “You have to admit—that was pretty awesome.”

“Pretty awesome, my ass,” you mumbled as you found your way to your door, hands stuffing in your pockets to reach for the metal key.

You felt Peter behind you, his hand hovering over your lower back but he didn’t touch you. He leaned in close enough for you to hear him.

“I wouldn’t ever let you slip from my arms,” he said, leaning in closer to rest his chin on your shoulder.

You didn’t say anything, still fumbling with your pockets that seemed to be empty.

“Hey,” Peter called. His hands came to rest at your sides, spinning you around to face him. His mask was still on but you could feel his eyes boring into yours.

“I’d die before I let you slip,” a hushed promise, like it was something meant for your ears only. You looked up at him, looking past the makeshift eyes on his mask and into where his might’ve been.

“I know.”

Your body subconsciously moved closer to his, your chests almost touching.

But before you could move any closer to him, there was a thud against the ground, a heavy footstep coming from around the corner. Peter’s hands tensed at your sides, instinctively locking them around your waist to pull you closer to him. His gaze quickly moved from yours to the narrow corridor around the corner.

Your brows furrowed, “Pete?”

He shushed you, a low command that wasn’t as playful this time.

He swiftly shifted his weight to move in front of you, blocking your path from anything threatening.

“Peter, what—“

“Y/N, get inside.” His voice came out gruff. You looked past Peter, seeing nothing but ultimately starting to feel a bit on edge. The air was stiff, the warmth that was between the two of you quickly vanishing.

You stepped closer to Peter, huddling behind him as he watched the corner.

“What is it?” You tried asking again.

Peter stood in place without another word, trying to beckon you into the entrance of your home.

“Key,” He extends his hand backward, his eyes never leaving the corner. “Where is your key?”

You shoved your hand in your pocket again, digging for it but all you felt was the material of your pants.

“I- It’s gone,” you looked up at him, eyes filled with fear.

“It must’ve fell out or something, I don’t—“

Peter cursed under his breath. Another step came from around the corner, a metal clanking against the wall paired with it.

Your throat began to tighten as you searched all of the pockets on you and still found that they were all empty.

When you looked back up at Peter, he was reaching his hand out behind him again, pushing you against the wall.

A loud bang rung through the air as you caught a glimpse of someone running to the other side of the corridor, a firearm aimed right in your direction.

The bullet had already been released from the gun as they vanished just as fast as they came.

You hadn’t even realized Peter stumbling back, his hand landing on his abdomen before he hit the ground with a thud.

“Peter, oh my God—“ you scurried over to his body, catching his head in your hands before it could touch the floor.

He groaned, his hand clutching the damp spot on his suit.

“I’m fine, I’m alright,” his voice strained.

Your hand rested on top of his, putting pressure on the wound. Your heart pounded in your ears as you watch the stain grow, seeping through the fabric.

He lifted his head to look down, but you turn him towards your chest, cradling him there.

“No, no, don’t look at it.” Your voice wavered. Peter’s chest heaved as he struggled to breathe.

Both of your hands were stained red within seconds of just sitting there.

“We’re gonna get you help, okay? I- I promise.”

Staring down at him with bleary vision, you watched as he just nodded and reached up to pull his mask back.

“S’okay, don’t cry,” he peeled the mask back just enough for you to see his eyes fluttering.

You sniffled, shaking your head. “Nothing about you being shot is okay.”

He didn’t reply, another grunt leaving his lips as you pressed firmly on the wound.

A door opened and and quickly shut, causing you to look up to see the apartment’s janitor from earlier, rushing toward you. You reached over to pull Peter’s mask back down before the man could reach you.

He stopped in front of you, hunching over to rest his hands on his knees.

“I’ve just called for help, they’ll be here any moment.”

You nodded, still watching your boyfriend twist and squirm in pain. His promise echoed in your head, realizing that he did indeed mean every word he said. He was prepared to die for you at any cost.

“If you weren’t bleeding out right now, I’d strangle you.”