I'm cold so have this amazing one shot
Happy New Year also
Pretend he doesn't have a suit heater for me ok
Warning: character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
Peter's P.O.V.
I swung through the city, weaving between buildings, searching for something to do. It was snowing, not too heavy yet, but forecasted to get wet and sticky within the hour. Patrol was almost over anyway. I wouldn't want to be caught in nasty weather like that.
"Suspicious activity on 21st and 4th."
"Thanks Karen," I reply, heading to the intersection. As usual, Karen was right. A group of men stood in a tight knit circle, blocking their actions from curious eyes. I couldn't tell what they were doing from above, either. Maybe a drug deal? I leapt closer, trying to get a better view. With my close proximity, I could see the men were planning a robbery, the nearby bank their target. I snuck even closer to the robbers, but slipped on the icy surface I had landed on. Instead of my intended stealthy landing, I dropped down heavily.
"Hey, it's Spiderman! Get him!" Suddenly all the men pulled out weapons, ready to attack. A gun shot went off, barely missing me. I dodged several more bullets, jumping from streetlight to streetlight.
"Today's forecast: snow, ice, and a chance of bullets!" I quipped, leaping backwards off a flagpole. I shot a few webs, trapping 3 of the men. Dodging another bullet, I slid underneath the legs of one of them, knocking him out from behind. I fought and dodged and webbed until every robber was taken down. I admired my work, brushing some imaginary dirt off my hands. I felt my spidey sense tingle, but I chalked it up to nothing. There was nobody left out on the streets, everyone had retreated indoors for the night. Or so I thought.
"Nighty night, Spiderman." I whirled around, and was immediately shocked with a modified taser. I seized with the intense shock running through my body, exhausting me until I couldn't find enough energy to even move.
"Maybe this will teach you not to get involved!" He growled, grabbing my limp arms and dragging me toward the water. I whimpered, unable to move and unsure of if I would be able to survive if thrown in the water. The freezing temperatures of the air made me shiver, even with the suit on. How would I last in 32 degree water? Maybe if I was able to climb on some of the ice near the edges of the bay... if I could actually move.
He tossed my unresponsive body over the railing, and I plummeted into the freezing water. I tried paddling, but the movement I was actually able to produce wasn't enough to keep my head above water. I sunk down, thankful that my suit had oxygen in it, but upset that it didn't have some type of heating system that would actually help me warm up from this. I frowned as I felt my thoughts slow down as my body temperature lowered.
"Kaaaarrrrreeeeennnnn," I slurred. "Cccaaaannn yyyooouuu pppuuuutttt uuuppp myyyy viittaallss?" The slowness in my brain made the simple request much more difficult than it should've been.
"Yes Peter. Currently your heart rate is 70 beats per minute and dropping. Your temperature is 93 degrees Fahrenheit, and your breathing is slowed. Diagnosis: hypothermia. Treatment: seek warmth immediately." I saw the tiny numbers on the screen swirl around my vision for a moment, but it didn't last long.
"Hhooowww loonnngg ddooooo I hhaaavvvveee?"
"If your hypothermia isn't treated, I predict around 40 minutes until death." 40... was that a lot? My brain was scrambled. I shivered violently inside the suit, trying to think of a way out. But my muddled mind wasn't of much use. I watched the numbers on the screen drop. 91 degrees. I couldn't remember how bad that was or not. 90 degrees. The numbers kept dropping steadily.
My body was going numb. Everything felt like pure ice, like I had frozen veins. My heart rate was down. 60, 55, 50... everything was slowing down quick. I wonder how long I've been down here.
"Peter, your heart rate is dropping significantly. Your temperature is 89 degrees Fahrenheit. I'm afraid if you don't warm up very soon, you will die." But I barely even heard the AI's recommendations, my brain was shutting down.
I watched tiredly as the numbers changed. One said 87. The other one was less. 45, 40, 35. What did they mean? 34, 33, 32, 3-
~Time Skip~
A woman in her late 40s watched the news in her small NYC apartment.
"A body was found in the Gowanus Bay this morning. Police say the body belonged to Spiderman, the vigilante of New York's city streets. The identity of Spiderman has been revealed to be 16 year-old Peter Parker, who went missing a month ago."
The woman watching let out a loud sob.
"Many people we interviewed agreed that Spiderman was a hero. Most of the city has changed their opinions ever since he went missing, the sudden rise in crime disturbing many of his critics. And although the famed hero is no longer with us, being pronounced dead after discovery of the body in the bay, memorials are already being held around the city in his honor. He helped a lot of people."
The woman out her head in her hands, the news of the death of her nephew shocking her to the core.
She never realized how many lives he had saved, the hearts he had touched. But she couldn't help but think about how many more lives he could save it how many more hearts he could touch. He touched her heart. And he did it without the mask, without the flashy suit or the superpowers. He had done it just by being an incredible nephew. By being kind, always. By being patient and understanding. He was her hero. Not Spiderman, but Peter Parker. He was her hero.
That was sadder than I was thinking oops but I tend to write how I feel (and since I became single this morning I'm feeling really depressed)
I hope you enjoyed it, check out my other Spiderman stories "The Pain of Existing", "In the Life", or "A Leap of Faith".
If you're a fan of the Suite Life series, check out my one shots I posted, "Stuck With You" and "Here I Am in Your Life". Neither has gotten much recognition (mostly due to the age of the series) but both have quality. More like those to come.
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