A/N Sorry.
Time stopped and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. I felt someone pull me into their arms, but I couldn't care stark 's words kept dancing in my brain. "Pete may's gone," I felt hollow. I knew my face was wet, so I must have been crying at some point. "How?" I managed to give voice to the war going on inside me.
"Muggers, she tried to stop them from mugging an old lady," Someone answered. I took a deep breath and tried to bring myself back to the present. That's when my emotions caught up with me. The whirlwind brought me down, and I collapsed.
I started sobbing, someone guided me to my bedroom. The grief made way for anger and I tore up my room, I started punching and kicking everything. I even broke the mirror and the sharp shards poked hard into my skin, eventually breaking through and getting lodged in my arms. I felt none of it, finally, I fell down on the broken pieces of my bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I awoke, my hands were bandaged up. I was lying on a proper bed and there was food on the side table. I pushed myself up, it took me a minute to recall everything. When I did, fresh tears streamed down my face. At that moment the door opened, and Mr. Stark walked in. He put his arms around me and I gently reduced my sobs to sniffles. "Do we have some footage of the attack?" I asked a little while later, I felt him nod. " I wanna watch it,'' I declared.
"You sure?" He asked. I simply nodded in answer. Hours later, I sat in front of the t.v. watching the footage. First, she was on the phone and then the old lady, who was our neighbor Mrs. Yamanoto was attacked. May, who was carrying groceries, stepped in and swung the bags into one of the attackers' faces. He stumbled, and the others poured something on her face or they tried to. May dodged but she couldn't dodge the bullet that came next or the one after that, they hit her square in the chest. She fell backward. A policeman arrived somehow. But it was too late.
I felt like an invisible hand had reached into my body and was painfully clenching my heart. Tugging and twisting, as if it would pull the organ out of my body.
I closed my eyes and sank my head into the couch, Wanda wrapped her arms around my midriff and rested her head against my shoulder. I switched the t.v. off and ran a hand through my hair nonchalantly. I excused myself and ran to one of the nearest rooms. I curled up and cried my heart out silently. "Peter?" a voice quietly whispered.
A/N I'm so sorry. No seriously. I was crying as I wrote this chapter, pretty crying tho. I know it doesn't make any sense, you know me killing off one of my favorite characters but it will. I hope. Share your thoughts by … you guessed it. Reviewing! Till next time!