Hey Guys and Gals GoldenMouse here with my first story ever. I would greatly appreciate any review y'all could leave me. Hope ya'll enjoy Chapter 1!
Fire. "Why did it have to be fire?" Peter thought to himself as he swung in towards the burning skyscraper. He had been on his way to school when he heard the sirens. He knew there would be hell to pay from Aunt May for missing another 1st period, but duty called and Spider-Man had to answer. Now though as he was arriving on scene he was starting to wish he had just gone to chemistry. Fires didn't always bother him this much or at least they didn't use to. Most of his early work as a hero was rescuing trapped civilians from the many random blazes that sprung up over Queens. Nowadays though they brought up memories he'd rather avoid. "Alright you've got this Parker" he thought as he landed in a crouch next to the head firefighter. "Yo Chief need a hand?" the spider asked as he stood up. "Spider-Man thank God you're here!" exclaimed the older man. Peter gave him a quick once over he looked to be about Forty with an extremely well groomed handlebar mustache. While the teenage part of him wanted to comment on the stache the Hero part of him won out and he immediately rattled off two questions. " How long has it been burning, and is anyone still trapped inside?" "Building went up about two hours ago and we believe there is at least one family trapped on the fifth floor. The stairway is blocked and my guys can't get through."Peter grimaced beneath the mask "Not good" he thought " a building of this size burning for two hours could come down any minute he had to get those people out now". He nodded to the older man and without another word shot a web up to one of the fifth story windows. As he burst thru the glass he was immediately assaulted with clouds of smoke and ash. Suddenly he was back surrounded by smoke and and bodies both alien and human, the landscape burning around him as he stared down at the unblinking eyes of.. "NO not right now keep it together pete" he screamed to himself. After shaking himself out of his stupor he managed to cough out " Karen activate mask filtration" and was relieved to find that the air became easier to breath. After a few calming breaths he had Karen begin searching for signs of life. "Peter I detect three people huddled six rooms to your left, one appears to be unconscious ." The hero immediately rushed to the door and kicked it down shattering it with his spider strength. He stepped in and saw what was once probably a nice living room was now a hellish inferno. He called out for the people Karen had described but got no response. He stepped further into the apartment searching the kitchen but still finding no one. It was then that he was able to just barely hear the faint sound of someone crying over the roar of the blaze. He identified the room the noise was coming from and quickly opened the door, finding two kids a boy and a girl no older the eight or nine and their unconscious father. Four terrified eyes suddenly shot towards him and luckily they seemed to recognize him. The girl who looked to be the older of the two ran over and began talking much to fast to understand and gesturing wildly toward her father. The only words Peter managed to grasp were bleeding and asleep. As he examined the man he realized what she was talking about, his forehead had a nasty gash in it that looked as if it had come from a piece of debri on the ground next to them. He began to reassure the kids that he was going to get everyone out when all the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end he felt as if an alarm was firing off in his brain. He then felt the rumble. "Shit no time for gentle" he thought as he scooped up the two kids in one arm and slung the dad over the opposite shoulder and jumped out the window just as the floor began to collapse. Screaming. Everything was screaming, the wind thru his ears, the children clinging onto him for dear life, the hundreds of spectators on the ground, and his leg as the hot shard of steel sunk into his calf. He knew he wouldn't be able to stick the landing with the leg wound so he made a call. He quickly tossed both kids and their father into the air weaving a net of web underneath them for a safe catch, and prepared himself for a rough landing. He hit the ground in a roll that lasted for several feet before coming to a hard stop against a toyota. "Ow ow ow' he squeaked out repeatedly as he pulled himself shakily to his feet. He then watched as the building collapsed to the ground with an echoing boom. He started to make his way over to check with the Mustachioed firefighter from before but was stopped by an alert from Karen. "Peter I am detecting multiple lacerations to your left leg and a possible concussion you require medical attention" his trusty suit lady stated almost worriedly. That was definitely not what the teen wanted to hear. Now aunt may was definitely going to kill him. 'Alright Karen I'll head home for the first aid kit" he said tiredly. That plan was sadly derailed with the AI's next statement of " I'm detecting three pieces of shrapnel in your left calf from the buildings collapse you need a medical professional to remove them" Crap baskets this is shaping up to be a shitty day" he sighed. Alright Karen call Happy for me. After a few rings the words "go for Happy" rang out over his suits comms. "Hey Hap you busy?" Peter asked with a wince expecting a quick dismissal and subsequent hang up. He was then surprised to hear Happy respond with "Not for you Kid what's up?" After a moment to get over his surprise at the kind words, he relayed his predicament to the older man. "Sounds rough Pete, you alright?" He asked. "I've had worse but Karen says the shrapnel is too deep for me to get myself so I was hoping you could set me up with a doc who could fix me up" The line was silent for a moment as Peter waited for a response and he thought he heard a woman's voice in the background before Happy finally returned with. "Uuuh yeah Pete that should be fine I got the email last week that the med bay at the compound had finished reconstruction and was up and running." Peter sighed mentally. He had been doing his absolute best to avoid having to go back to the compound. The teen knew he'd have to go back eventually he was officially an Avenger now after all, but he'd been hoping he could put it off a little while longer he just didn't feel ready yet. "And based on my freak out during the fire earlier I'm most definitely not ready" he thought to himself. The last thing he needed was to have a panic attack in front of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes because he had another flashback, and if a little smoke and ash brought one on then going back to the place where he actually watched Mr. Stark.. "PETER" He was suddenly startled out of his depressing thoughts by a sudden interjection from Happy. "Hey kid.. Pete you still there? You ok? You didn't like pass out from blood loss did you?" "No Happy I'm fine" the teen hero responded. "Just got a little distracted. Yeah the compound is fine could you send transport I don't think I'll be able to swing all the way upstate with a bum leg." "I've already got a car en route to your suits gps signal should be to you in ten." Happy responded. Peter sighed as he gingerly leaned back against the toyota he crashed into earlier to wait for his ride. The car was definitely totaled and he found himself wondering who was gonna pay for it when he was brought out of his musings by a question from Happy that filled him with dread. "So do you wanna tell May or should I?" Peter sighed "Crap baskets."