Hi there! This is my first Spidey fic. So go easy on me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man or any of its characters.
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"HELP! THE BUILDING'S ON FIRE! SOMEONE CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT! HELP!"
Spider-Man had just decided to call it a night when he heard the frantic calls of a middle-aged-man. He was heading the opposite way from the shouts and so he quickly swung over to a buildings roof to see what was going on.
Sure enough he could see smoke curling in to the sky about seven blocks away. He sighed before he took action. He already stopped a bank robbery and two muggings but the rest of his patrol had been pretty quiet.
As he approached the place where the smoke was he saw the glow of the fire flickering upon other buildings and took from that it was going to be a pretty big fire. He sped up, turned the corner and like he predicted, he saw a building with huge flames bursting through the windows.
He recognized the building because he had to go past it every time he went to the Daily Bugle. It was an office building that went four stories up and was pretty popular around town.
He released the web he was holding on to, did a summersault in the air and landed perfectly next to the hysteric man. "Is there anyone in there?" Spider-Man asked in a strong voice.
At first the man was too stunned to speak. He looked at the hero next to him, so this was the legendary Spider-Man. He looked over him over with his mouth slightly agape. He was quickly pulled back to his senses when a fire exploded out of a window and stuttered, "I- I- I think… I thought I heard someone."
That is all Peter needed to hear. He quickly web zipped to the top floor and burst through the window. He looked around. He was in an ordinary looking office. Well as ordinary as it could get when flames danced about it.
He tried not to breath in any smoke as he dodged flames and went out in to the hall. He was quickly greeted by a wave of heat that made him feel slightly light-headed. He could barely see five feet in front of him because of all the smoke.
He yelled out "IS ANYONE IN HERE?" he listened. He then heard a hacking cough behind him. He quickly turned and started running towards the sound. Soon he found the source; a man, no older than him, crawling on the floor with a cloth over his mouth, trying to block out the smoke.
He swiftly picked him up in a fire mans hold. The man yelled in surprise and so Peter said reassuringly to him "Don't worry, I'm here to help!" and turned to the office he earlier came through.
He quickly jumped back out the window and web slinged down to the ground. He gently put the man down on the grass carefully to avoid iterating any burns he may have gotten. He then jumped back in to the burning building.
He then hastily checked the rest of the fourth floor for anybody else. He found nobody and descended down to the third, nobody was their ether.
He felt like his lungs were being poked repeatedly with needles and he was starting to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Then to make things worse his spider sense started to tingle as he went down to the second floor.
He knew that he had to hurry and check the rest of the floors because the building wasn't going to hold up that much longer.
He looked around the second floor as fast as he could and found two more people, a older woman, passed out on the floor and a middle aged woman who thought that she was hallucinating when she saw Spider-Man. He hurried and got the two women out of there, with his spidey sense growing all the while.
Finally he got down to the bottom floor. He started to look around when his spider scenes flared. He quickly did what his instincts told him and did a hand spring to the left. As soon as he was out of the way a large beam from the ceiling crashed down right were he was previously standing.
He stood there for a second looking up at the ceiling making sure that no more burning beams were going to fall. They all looked threatening. With that in mind he checked the rest of the first floor as fast as he could.
He only found one more person, a man in his sixties, and so he slung him over his shoulder. His lungs now felt like they were on fire because of the smoke and his nerves screamed where he had been burned.
He looked for an exit just to figure out that the beam that had fallen earlier blocked the safest looking one.
Peter groaned. He looked for another safe looking place to exit but found none. All the doors were blocked and all of the windows had fire bursting out of them. His spider sense then flared again telling him to get the heak out of there.
Peter quickly found a window that wasn't as bad as the rest of them and decided that it was there only hope. "Hold on!" he told the man and ran as fast as he could over to the window and jumped through it hoping that it wouldn't do that much harm to the elder man… or himself. For a second it was pure heat and then, they were out of the building.
Peter landed on his feet, staggered a little started to run as fast as he could away.
As soon as they were a safe distance away there was a great cracking sound and the building caved in causing the flames to rise higher and even more smoke to come rushing out.
Then he put the man down on the grass and checked to see if he was in any immediate danger from his experience.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking in to the eyes of the man.
"I- I think so. You saved my life! I guess… I guess I have always been wrong about you. Thank you." Peter smiled even though the man couldn't see it.
"Your welcome." He stated which sprang up a coughing fit. After he stopped he leaned up against a tree to catch his breath. Then he heard the sirens coming towards the collapsed building.
Sure now they get here, he thought to himself. He pushed off the tree and pressed his middle finger and his ring finger on the lower part of his palm, which released a web that shot out to building across the street.
Waving back at the crowd that had started to gather around him and the older man, he jumped up and swung away.
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After getting far enough away from the scene he started to check over his own wounds. He was burned on the shoulder from busting through office doors, same thing with his leg, and his back was burned from standing to close to the fire when he picked up the old lady on the second floor. His lungs burned with each breath he took and he was light headed from lack of oxygen.
He shook his head slightly trying to sake the dizziness off. He decided it was just best to go to his small cramped up apartment and hit the bunks.
He jumped off the building and was free falling, spiraling towards the ground and right before he would have hit, he sent a web to the building to his right and sharply changed directions, towards his apartment.
After five minutes of web slinging he spotted the little building and web slinged in to the wall where he stuck. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then started to climb up the wall.
When he got to his balcony he jumped over it and went in. He pulled down the shades and then pulled his mask off. As he got out of his Spidey suit and in to his pajamas, the adrenalin, which had been keeping him up, wore off.
As waves of exhaustion hit him he collapsed on to his bed and almost as soon as he hit the mattress he fell in to a deep sleep.
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It had almost been four months since he figured it out. Four months since his life shattered in to a million pieces, four months, and he still didn't believe it.
Four months ago he learned his best friend, no his formal best friend, had killed his father. Even more he learned that his formal best friend was Spider-Man. At first he was in denial. How could scrawny lil' old Peter be the thieving Spider-Man? But he saw his face under the mask. He knew it had to be true.
"Son, you know what you must do," said a drawling voice from nowhere. Harry didn't say anything he just tried to ignore it.
"I know you can hear me Harry. You must avenge me!" the voice said a little louder. Harry shuddered.
"I- I can't." he said in a whisper.
"Harry, your not going to just sit there while he terrorizes the city, are you? He killed me Harry, he is a murder," The voice said emphasizing the last four words.
Harry didn't speak again. He never thought about that, that Peter might be doing the same thing he has done to him to other people…
"Harry, you must kill him, destroy him, like he did to me." Harry thought about all the things Peter might have already done. He just heard on the news that Spider-Man had started a fire at some office building… the thought of Pete doing that enraged him. Peter had turned evil on them and he had to do something about it.
"I'll- I'll think of something, dad." He said to barely above a whisper.
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TBC…
A/N
Okay, I know that was sort of lame but hey- this is my first Spidey fiction!
Yea, so now what you do is click on that little "Go!" button down there and type something in that little box that pops up and press enter or what ever. And that little thing you typed will make my day or if you type bad things in it make me sad. ;)