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Time slows down and I shift my gaze to the Avengers.

Natasha is using a knife to cut through the tentacles and Tony is doing the same with a laser.

The rest of the Avengers are talking frantically with Bruce over the comms.

They'll never have time to escape, the ceiling is coming down too fast.

I can run and try to leave, but then the Avengers will die.

I can't let any more people die because of me.

I watch the ceiling fall for a second and limp
quickly closer to the Avengers.

They watch me in confusion but make no attempt to ask what my plan is.

I lift my hands into the air and stand ready for impact.

I have to try and catch it.

The impact will crush the Avengers and I might be able to slow it down.

However the weight will probably crush them even without any impact but they will have more of a chance for survival.

I take a deep breath.

So I'm really doing it aren't I?

I'm going to give my life to save others.

I always knew this day would come.

Might as well start my mini monologue.

I'm sorry Aunt May, for not saving Uncle Ben, when I easily could have, and now leaving you too, I hope you will be able to forgive me, but I understand if you can't.

I'm sorry Avengers, for being such an idiot and killing myself for you now, you were so nice to me when everyone considered me a murderer, I'll never forget that.

I'm sorry Gwen, for not saving you that night, I know you would have wanted me to move on and live a life again but it's just so hard, I love you.

I'm sorry Captain Stacy, for not saving you and breaking your dying wish which caused your daughter to die as well.

I'm sorry Uncle Ben, for not saving you when I clearly could have, you were the fatherly figure in my life and I hope you are proud of what I have become.

I'm sorry mum and dad, I don't remember much about you, but I know you were amazing people and I'm sorry if I am the reason you left, which caused your death.

I am even sorry Harry, for making you so mad that you wanted to swap to a criminal life.

I'm sorry everyone.

The ceiling is coming closer and I shift my weight to my left leg, hoping not to irritate my right leg as much.

I also move my right arm up slightly trying to take most of the impact.

Then the ceiling lands on my hands in slow motion.

I let my legs and arms bend to absorb the impact and expect myself to fall to the ground because of the weight.

I don't.

The weight is excruciating and my rib is digging into my lung now, making me groan in pain.

But the ceiling doesn't crush the Avengers, or myself, and I can't help but feel proud to have saved their lives.

"Just hold on a little longer," Steve calls out concerned.

I nod my head, having my eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Cap, do you think you can take Spidey's place holding the ceiling?" Tony asks.

"I don't think so, the weight of the ceiling will crush me, I'm not strong enough," he replies.

"But Son of Rogers, you are the strongest midgardian I know," Thor states disbelievingly.

"Well not anymore, Goldilocks," Tony jokes, despite the worry evident in his voice.

My shattered wrist is practically doing nothing but screaming in protest, as Natasha finally gets out of the octopus tentacle and starts helping Clint out of his too.

"Get out of here," I huff.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out too," Steve replies sternly, desperately trying to break the tentacle trapping him.

I nod, though not really believing it and having already accepted my fate.

Suddenly my broken leg gives in slightly and my body moves with a start, making the ceiling crumble and the rib poking at my lung dig in hard.

Yelping out in pain, I feel blood clog up in my lung making it harder to breath.

I start violently coughing up blood onto the floor and shaking from the pain.

Burning.

That's all I feel.

All of my insides feel alight with fire and pain.

I have never felt anything quite like it and I have felt a lot of different types of pain, both physical and mental.

The bullet wound I got when fighting Doc Conners felt slightly similar, yet so much better.

The bullet wound burned and felt strange in my leg, but that was the thing, it was just in my leg.

I look down at the floor again and see a pool of blood.

I groan before being overwhelmed by another coughing fit and spitting up more blood than I knew was in my body.

Black spots dance across my vision and I start to feel lightheaded, "Please... hurry up..." I choke out between coughs.

After freeing Clint, Natasha turns to look at me and notices the blood.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"Absolutely perfect," I cough.

"Let's just pretend I buy that," she turns around and runs over to Tony to help him out.

Clint has already gotten Thor and Steve out and they are trying to find a way to get me out from under the ceiling.

"Leave me," I groan as my rib digs deeper into my lung.

"Never," Clint replies, "Who would I play Mario Cart with then?"

I try to laugh but it comes out as more choking up blood.

I'll never be able to convince them to leave me.

How would I be able to get out?

My webbing is strong but you can't really turn it into a pole and use it to take my place.

I just need something to hold it up long enough so that I can run, more like limp, out.

My arms are starting to ache and I wobble under the weight slightly.

Maybe if I can get someone to web the ceiling to the wall, that should hold it, at least long enough.

I just hope I have enough web fluid in my web shooter left.

"I have an idea," I choke out remembering the burning pain.

All the Avengers look at me expectingly as they are all free from the tentacles.

"Cap... take my web shooter... and web the ceiling... to the walls..." I instruct, coughing up blood in between words.

I take a ragged breath in, chocking on the blood in my lungs and trying to exchange it for much needed air.

Cap nods and comes up to me, taking the web shooter off of my wrist and trying to aim it at the edges of he ceiling.

"Why cap?" Clint asks.

Cap replies in between trying to the shoot web fluid, "I think you need super strength."

I nod after another violent coughing fit, "Everyone... else get... out..."

They nod their heads and walk towards the exit, eyeing the two heroes on their way out.

"How much of this stuff should I put?" Cap asks.

"All of... it..." I reply desperately.

"Okay," Cap starts quickly shooting the web fluid at the ceiling.

Once he is finished he rushes towards me, "You think this will hold it?"

"For... long enough..." I cough, "I'm... letting go..."

After he nods his approval I start slowly lowering my arms until I am applying no pressure to ceiling.

I collapse to the floor, having already used all of my strength.

Steve rushes closer to me and lifts me in his arms bridal style.

I groan in pain at the movement but let him run out the door as the ceiling starts to crack and crumble.

We rush out of the door and finally stop running.

Steve turns to look at the warehouse and we see it fall into dust and debris.

Then, carefully now, he makes his way into the, now parked near the warehouse, quinjet with me still in his arms.

He lays me in his seat and I groan and choke up more blood.

Bruce rushes towards me, "Are you okay? Let me do a checkup."

"Whatever you say... Doc," I reply trying to seem okay, but the blood I'm chocking up seems to have other ideas.

"Hmm, your rib seems to be puncturing you lung," Bruce replies quick and concerned after a moment or two, "It's making blood go into your lung, hence you choking up blood."

I nod already having guessed that.

"We need to get you to Stark Tower medical bay fast, we have proper equipment their, for now you should rest, we'll figure it out."

I nod again, and smile slightly, "Worst eighteenth... birthday ever," I cough before blacking out.