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Heat.
That was the first thing Peter—no, that Spider-Man felt when he came to. He tried to look around—it was so dark he felt suffocated—move his arm…A blinding pain shut that down swiftly. Oh, the rubble. He stared blankly at a mass of concrete looming over the smoke and darkness, pinning him dead to the cold basement tile. On second thought, maybe he was suffocating.
The heat that he could now tell emanated from above grew stronger.
"…-Man? Spidey, come on; this isn't funny!"
A voice, panic stricken but as bright and warm as ever…Johnny? When did he get here?
The air whistled painfully in his lungs as he gathered the last bit of strength.
"Help!"
The rubble shifted.
Then, the world turned.
His body gravitated blindly towards safety.
"I got you, Spidey."
Peter smiled just barely under the mask. Like always, Johnny was warm.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.