T.W- Blood, gore, swearing, bullying.

Summary- Peter and his class go to the tower for a trip, but something happens, and maybe they might not make it out.

(Peter's P.O.V)

My senses seem to grow with every meter closer we got to the tower, my home.

I looked anxiously around at everyone excitedly chatting away.

"You okay?" Ned asks from beside me, a worried expression on his face.

I can still see the spark of excitement in his eyes, even with the worried expression and know I don't want to kill his mood.

"Yeah Ned. I'm okay." I reply, still panicking over what could happen.

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"Alright class. Please calmly exit the bus, in an orderly manner," Mrs Apple says, emphasising her voice at the part of us all being calm.

I stand shakily, clenching my hand to stop the trembling that seems to consume my hand in anticipation.

We stepped into my home, well the tower, everyone looking excitedly from side to side, looking at everything everywhere.

I, on the other hand, was looking around anxiously for the reason my senses were so loud and agitated.

Our tour guide approaches, a smile plastered across her face.

"Hi there. I'm Tess, I will be your tour guide today," Tess introduces herself, as her eyes scan the crowd they stop on me and she gives me a knowing smile before talking about the badge levels and so on.

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So far nothing has happened, but my spidey senses seem to grow with every second, now like a hammer in my head, hitting against my skull with the clock, a constant.

"Is Penis scared of being exposed," Flash says, voice cold and sinister, venom lacing his words.

I just shake my head, ignoring him and looking around at everything.

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Now my senses were screaming in every direction.

Above, below, eachside, warning me of incoming danger from all around, yet there was nothing there.

The door to the hall slams open and my dad comes running in, a panicked look on his face as he sees me.

He opens his mouth to say something when the clock strikes 12.

Time seems to slow down, my senses now stronger than ever, there is a rumbling sound, heat.

Light.

Pain.

Then nothing.

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Opening my eyes I hear the sound of screams and cries.

Dust seems to swarm around me, something wet and sticky coming from my chest.

Glancing down I see a rod impaling my chest, as soon as I see it I feel bile rise in my throat and pain explodes all around me.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out all sound and pain.

Everything then comes flooding back to me, the school trip, my dad, the explosion.

My eyes snap open, my class, dad.

Quickly looking around and squinting through the dust I see people, unmoving, but not looking dead thank the Gods.

Looking down at the rod I clench my teeth as I tentatively touch it, hissing in pain as my hand slightly nudges it.

I clench my teeth as I wrap my hand around it and pull it out, knowing I have to help.

At first, when I start to pull it out there is no pain, but as soon as the metal clangs bloodied to the floor, it's almost like the sound reminded the pain to be there.

"Shit," I seethe out as I try to keep myself from falling into darkness.

Taking in a shaky, dust and blood infused breath I regain my composure, or at least tried to.

With shaky legs I stand, keeping a trembling hand over the bleeding hole in my chest, trying in vain to stop the ongoing flow of blood that never seems to stop, slowly draining me of life with every drop of blood that falls.

Just as I straighten out I choke on my breath, coughing painfully.

Pulling my hand away I see blood coating my hand, in a fresh layer of pain.

I hold back a grimace, knowing it means I am bleeding internally.

I walk (stumble) over to the first person I see and notice it's Ned, I see his chest rising and falling evenly and let out a sigh of relief.

I knelt beside him, blinking away the darkness that swarms my vision with no warning.

I reach a shaky hand out and shake him slightly, his eyes snap open and he sits bolt upright.

He quickly stands, helping me up, seemingly unhurt.

"I need your help to get everyone out," I say breathlessly.

He just nods and turns to the people near him to help.

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We got a lot out, I could feel more blood drip from my chest, slowing me down a lot.

I still hadn't found dad.

I look over and see a body slumped against a wall.

Quickly I limp over and see dad, blood dripping down his forehead.

I fall tiredly beside him, tears in my eyes as my hand ghosts over his nose, feeling the air hit it.

"Dad," I choke out quietly, willing more strength into my body.

His eyes crack open and as soon as his eyes land on me, a worried look consumes his face, twisted in with pain.

When he sees the blood coming from my chest, he opens his arms and says, "come here Pete."

I don't say anything and just fall into his awaiting arms, exhaustion sweeping over my battered and broken body.

I feel my spidey senses blare wildly in the back of my head, lazily I lift my head, seeing the ceiling start to crack all above us.

I feel my dads grip on me tighten and my head falls back against his chest, accepting our fate.

Dad kisses my forehead and whispers, "I love you Pete."

Before a rumble surrounds us and darkness swamps my vision, pain is the last thing I feel, a ghost of a breath exiting my lungs for the final time.

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"Peter. Wake up!" A voice says from somewhere, it's familiar and warm.

I cry out as the memories flood back to me.

I feel the arms grip tighter and my eyes fly open.

I'm in my room, in dads arms.

"It's okay Pete. It was just a nightmare okay. We're all okay," he says keeping his grip around me tight.

I just cry into his shoulder, a phantom pain in my chest as I hold on tight to him, never wanting to have to experience that again.

"Shhh, bubba. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I promise," he says, reassuringly.

I nod feeling warm and safe with my dad.

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