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Peter Parker (itsallspandex) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-12-03 23:43:00

Peter, Lydia & Gwen
Monday morningish, December 3, 2012; Somewhere outside the complex in the massive mess
Lydia going out like a BAMF, Peter having feels, and Gwen finding Peter/pulling him away from Lydia.
High (character death, angst, all the feels ever)/Complete

And for a second, Peter felt a sense of relief wash over him. But that second was short-lived...


The attack that had been launched on the complex sent everyone into either panic mode or fight mode . Everything had happened so fast, it was all a blur of screams and shouts, pain and panic and everything was chaos.. There were people fighting everywhere, fighting for their lives, for their friends, fighting to save the place they were calling home. There was hardly time to think, nevermind focus on anything outside of exactly what you were dealing with at that exact moment.

Lydia had insisted on coming with Peter and he hadn't bothered giving an actual protest. He would have rather she stayed where it was, theoretically, safer, but he knew no amount of trying to talk her out of it would have worked. So, he conceded and decided it was better to have someone at his side.

Peter had gone into some sort of auto-pilot, the training from Bobby's demon camp firmly in his mind as he went through the monsters that kept coming, endlessly from every direction. He had lost track of Lydia in the mess, but he had to keep going. He was battered and bruised and he wouldn't be able to move if he stopped, so he just kept on. In this exact moment, Peter was on the losing side of a battle with a Wendigo. It had caught him off guard, knocked in some good blows—which he was pretty sure had bruised some ribs—because of it and the thing's claws had already slashed across his chest, leaving deep gashes behind, which had left him far worse for wear now.

Just as the monster was coming at him again, ready to finish what it had started, Peter noticed a flash of light from the corner of his eye and before he had time to process what was happening, it was over. Lydia had come from somewhere just outside of his field of vision, guns blazing. Literally. The flares she shot off hit the creature squarely and the flames engulfed The Wendigo. And for a second, Peter felt a sense of relief wash over him. Immediate impending doom was taken care of. But that second was short-lived when he realized Lydia hadn't re-emerged. He glanced around, looking for the familiar face of his friend, but he was not greeted with it. Until he looked down where the remains of the monster were.

The wave of emotion that crashed over him sent him to his knees. When she had jumped out to take the shot at the Wendigo, she had also been in the direct path of the creature's attack that had been directed at Peter and it had slashed her neck, deep and lethal. He winced at the pain from his own wounds as he pulled her into his lap, “L-Lydia?” He let out a sob as he realized how limp her body was. There was no time. There was no saving her and he knew it. “Oh, God...Oh, God.” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks as he just sat there on the ground, holding her in his lap, rocking gently, mumbling incoherent things into her hair.