#flashpara

Turning a little bit, he looks around, checking to see if he wasn't blind. No. He wasn't. There was only this guy and him close by and Flash didn't want to run too far away from where Peter was at the moment "Uh…well-" He pointed around "There's me…and you. And would you look at that? No one else." The college student said, sounding a bit annoyed, himself. Though that was often how he sounded.

As the other was talking Flash made a face "You mean like an Avenger?" The Avengers were cool and all, but not as cool as Spider-Man. Flash made a face "I didn't pick you out of a line, and I didn't know you were telepathic- Look, I just need you to help, okay…god, why are adults so ugh!-…Are you going to help me or shit talk-"

"I did have a phone, but it-uh..broke." If you could call what had just happened to him, and Peter, an accident, which it was! Flash would say that his phone was suffering more than Peter right now "Look, my…friend, he's hurt, okay! So we can stand here and talk about your telepathy- or we can pause that for later!"

Flash bounced back and turned, starting back where he came from "He's this way!" Waving his right hand out for the other to follow he jogged in the direction he had come from "Sure, whatever! Just help! We need a phone…so do you have one or not?" After a moment of running, or so, he came to the other teenager, staring as they were laying still on the ground "… I think he's unconscious…" Peter couldn't be dead! Flash wouldn't accept it "Hey… I got someone- He's going to get help."

The only other time he had been stuck in a situation like this had been when Jesse was still alive, and maybe that was mostly what was driving him at the moment, even if he were hurt. Someone else being hurt, brought about the better part of who he was, the part he often kept hidden "Dude- your phone?" He prompted Darius again.

He was lucky to even be conscious, not that he could, himself, tell at that very moment just how lucky he may be. He could hear in the distance something happening. He heard a familiar voice in the chaos going on and called out to the other. As the other had come to him, then told him it would be alright he grinned weakly, breathlessly " You're Captain America." He states, obviously, clearly a little bit more out of it for some reason than another. Not really sure what his life state was even at that moment. Though he knew this man, grew up idolizing them, in some part. At least until others came along, and then there had been Spiderman, himself.

Flash closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a few breaths "Yeah. Okay." He swallowed, shaking his head in reply to the others command. He took a moment to think, his brows furrowing a little bit "Uhm...I- My head..." He was certainly more hurt than on just his head, but he was confused at the moment, and in shock, so he couldn't exactly explain all he was feeling "I-I'm...s-ss-so tired...-M...just gonna sl- s-" He kept his eyes closed, looking like he was dozing off.

Viola fidgeted anxiously in her seat, playing with her fingers as she waited. They had arrived a little earlier than her appointment, and as such had to wait out in the lobby of the establishment. She glanced over at Isabelle, her former teacher turned friend. She remembered her time in high school, and aspiring to be exactly like the woman. The thought brought a smile to Viola's face. She had done fairly well for herself, or so she had thought. It would be a lie to say Isabelle had no influence in that, if for nothing more than giving a young girl a role model to look up to. 

"Thank you, for coming with me." she said, smiling sincerely. This was important to her, and she wanted someone she could trust to be by her side. Briefly she had considered inviting Genevieve along, but came to the conclusion the brunette would be far too busy with her own personal matters. And if all turned out well, Viola would inform her fairly soon enough anyhow. She just wanted to make sure everything was alright first, before spreading the news to everyone.