My eyes widened helplessly just as a red figure pushed past and shot a web onto the top of the elevator car, catching it.
Peter was pulled forward with the momentum of the elevator. He caught himself against the opening where the elevator doors had once been, gripping his web for dear life.
Before I could let out a sigh of relief, the doorway Peter was bracing himself on gave way, the elevator pulling Peter down with it.
My hands went over my mouth in shock.
Just as the elevator's occupants began screaming, a web shot up from down the shaft, grabbing ahold of the very top ceiling of the building.
The screaming stopped.
Slowly but surely, Peter yanked the elevator back up to the top allowing Ned and Mr. Harrington to hurriedly exit.
I breathed out a sigh of solace that was quickly replaced with a wince of pain.
Peter, still in his Spider-Man suit, strung up the elevator car in web and hopped out onto the upper floor with the rest of us.
"Everyone okay?" he asked in a phony New York accent.
"Mr. Harrington—" I began, lowering myself into a sit. There was a ton of broken glass around me but I didn't care. The pain was becoming unbearable.
I lifted up my shirt to see my bandages blossoming with red. I cursed through gritted teeth, my hands beginning to shake. I had definitely torn my stitches.
"Eve!" Peter exclaimed, almost dropping the fake accent. He pushed through the group of our classmates and knelt down beside me.
"We need a medic!" Mr. Harrington yelled.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said. "I've dealt with worse." I took my hands and began pressing firmly onto the wound. The rest of the students drew back and looked away in disgust. "Besides, at this rate I won't bleed out for an hour, at least."
"How are we going to get you down?" Harrington asked. "We can probably get EMS up all these stairs."
"I got it," Peter spoke up. "I can carry you."
"Thank you, Spider-Man," Mr. Harrington said graciously.
I rolled my eyes at Peter out of our teacher's view.
"Spider-Man, do you know Peter Parker?" Flash asked eagerly.
"Not now, Flash," Harrington scolded as Peter picked me up cautiously.
"Yeah, Peter's my best bud," Peter said in his fake accent.
As Peter started down the stairs with me cradled in his arms, I held up my fist. "I'm still mad about you missing the Decathlon."
"Mad enough to not go to Homecoming with me?" he asked, pulling up his mask so just his lips and chin were visible.
"I'll decide when I'm not bleeding out," I grumbled.
With each step Peter went down, a small jolt of pain went through my body. I decided to focus on his lips as he told the story of what he was doing instead of the Academic Decathlon.
"And then, I got stuck in a warehouse for like eight hours," said Peter.
His lips look so soft.
What was I thinking that for?
"You okay still?" Peter asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," I said sheepishly.
"Looks like there's an ambulance outside already." Peter hurriedly pulled down his mask as we stepped out into the light.
Everyone was looked over by the EMTs. Some were shaken up, but I was the most hurt out of everyone.
My stitches were removed and replaced in the back of the ambulance while the rest of my class was interviewed by various news sources.
And just like that, I was good to go sit on the bus until we made it back to New York.
The other students kept looking at me funny. I didn't like it when they pitied me.
It didn't help that Peter kept asking me how I was doing every ten minutes. With how regularly he asked, it was almost a way to keep track of the time.
As we exited the bus back at the school, everyone's worried family members were there waiting.
Warren and Charles stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Hey, nerd," Warren greeted me as he pulled me into a hug. "Glad you're okay."
I knelt down and hugged Charles, kissing his cheek.
"Are you alright, Evelyn?" he asked. "You look a little pale."
"Yeah, yeah," I answered. "Tore my stitches on the jump out of the top of the elevator. They patched me up in D.C.. I'm fine now."
"Hi again," Peter said, coming over to my little family with his Aunt May. "May's offered to drive you back with us, if that's alright."
I turned to Charles.
"You sure you don't want to come home for a bit?" he asked me. I knew Charles wanted me home but he always let the decision be up to me.
"I got school tomorrow," I answered simply.
Charles sighed. "You're right," he said with a smile, trying to conceal his worry. "Please, just," Charles took my hands in his, "be safe, Evelyn."
"I will. I always am."
Charles cocked his head in disagreeance.
"I promise," I said, giving him one last hug.