( peter is too out of it to realize what's happening before it does. he's used to saving other people. he's not so used to someone rushing out and saving him especially someone without any powers to speak of but that stubborn, scrappy fighter inside her. she rushes out, and she's effective in distracting it, but peter's honest to god terrified because he's still stuck on the fucking ground, bleeding everywhere.
he's immediately reminded of the first time he ever saw her through a window into another world- into a world neither of them lived in. she drove a truck directly into a villain seconds from killing him, and here she goes again, rushing in with nothing but a knife and sheer fight, and- and god, she is so amazing, but she can't- she can't die. she warned him, and he didn't listen, and now she might pay for it, and the thought is so incomprehensibly terrible to him- )
What are you doing? Get outta here!
( it's too late. the elf turns, weakened but angry, grabbing her by the wrist of the hand that's doing all the slashing and tossing her aside.
no. no, no, no.
peter lets out an incoherent panicked noise as he finally manages to get himself in a good enough position to send the webbing out at the thing. it catches, winding around its ankles and bringing it hard to the ground. mary jane slashed the hell out of it so it's already weakened.
it's not getting up- )
Mary Jane! ( he shouts, trying again to push himself up and stumbling forward in her direction, as panic shoots through him with each beat of his heart. fuck fuck fuck where- )
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he's immediately reminded of the first time he ever saw her through a window into another world- into a world neither of them lived in. she drove a truck directly into a villain seconds from killing him, and here she goes again, rushing in with nothing but a knife and sheer fight, and- and god, she is so amazing, but she can't- she can't die. she warned him, and he didn't listen, and now she might pay for it, and the thought is so incomprehensibly terrible to him- )
What are you doing? Get outta here!
( it's too late. the elf turns, weakened but angry, grabbing her by the wrist of the hand that's doing all the slashing and tossing her aside.
no. no, no, no.
peter lets out an incoherent panicked noise as he finally manages to get himself in a good enough position to send the webbing out at the thing. it catches, winding around its ankles and bringing it hard to the ground. mary jane slashed the hell out of it so it's already weakened.
it's not getting up- )
Mary Jane! ( he shouts, trying again to push himself up and stumbling forward in her direction, as panic shoots through him with each beat of his heart. fuck fuck fuck where- )