I Found You

Emma has been locked in her room her whole life from an 'overprotective father'. She finds a mysterious box under a floor board. Maybe this box can unlock the past and lead her to her hero, Spider-Man. Her mysterious dreams haunt her, she needs to unlock the mysterious of her past, but she can't do it alone. Spider-Man soon discovers he as feelings for her, but could she ever love someone like him? I DO NOT OWN SPIDER-MAN


4. Chapter 4 "Resistance."

~4 days later~

She was in the closet, looking for something, maybe it was him, or maybe it was hope. Something to hold on to. She removes the broken floorboard and looked inside. She reached in and moved her hand around in it. She felt around for something and finally grasped a thin, metal object. She pulled it out hopefully and saw it was a key with a string attached to it. She slips it over her head and the cold metal lays nicely on her skin.

It was an older key, and was quite fancy. She hid it under her shirt, just in case her father noticed. She wandered back into the closet and and came to the end.

She was about to turn back when her foot rubbed against something, a smooth bump, in the wall. She crouches down and feel the wall to find, what seems like, a small door. It was old, and felt around until her skin touched the cold metal of a door knob. She takes a deep breath and turns the knob. The metal creaked as the knob turned and slid open. Cold air rushed in. She shivered and looked inside to find a dim light at the end of a tunnel. She crawls in on her hands and knees.

Her eyes widen as the light come closer, she crawls faster, and faster, adrenaline racing, heart pounding, she came to the end.

"I know this place," she whispered to herself, trying to remember. She hears footsteps at the other end of the tunnel and she quickly crawls back. She opens the door and crawls out.

Spider-Man was there. He was looking around. For her?

She quickly gets up and quietly walks up behind him. "Hi," She says and he turns around.

"Hi." He says back.

"What are you doing back?" She asks, confused.

"I-" he suddenly stopped. "Get out of here!" He ordered and pointed to the door she had just found. She nodded and ran to the door, she glanced back to see him run out the closet door.

He heard her door open held her breath.

"You?!" She heard her father yell. He heard him run off, but quickly came back.

"You know why I'm here. Put it down." Spider-Man's calm voice filled her ears. Their voices were muffled, but she could still understand.

Gun shots rang and she gasped. She heard her father laugh evilly, then walk out of the room. She scrambled to her feet and ran out the closet. She froze, Spider-Man was laying on the floor, blood pouring out of his wound. She ran up to him and fell to her knees.

"Spider-Man!" She says and look down at his wound, it was near his abdomen, blood poured out and over his stomach, pooling around him.

"Girl, you have to go, before he shoots you, too." He says and lays his hand on her shoulder. She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face.

"No, I have to help you!" She cries and holds his hand. He puts his hand on her shoulder. He looked as if he was about to speak, but no words came out. His head fell to one side and his grip on her shoulder weakened.

She grasped his arm and stood up. She started pulling him, trying to ignore his groans of pain. She drags him into the closet and opens the small door, she crawls in, then pulls him in after her. She crawls backwards, he moans in pain and puts a hand over his wound. She finally reaches the end and looks around. There was a bed.

She starts tugging on his arm, "you have to try to stand up.. please?" She pleads and tried to pulls him up. He winces as he slowly tries to stand up. He was about to fall back to the ground when she catches his shoulders, letting him lean on her.

"It's okay," she says, almost out of breath. "You're gonna make it," she says confidently. He was taking deep breaths, leaning on her shoulders. She slowly starts walking towards the bed, making sure he can keep up.

"There we go," she says softly. "Easy does it..." They finally reach the bed and he lays down. The snow-white sheets turned crimson red. "I'm not..." He coughed. "A kid anymore..."

She smiled sadly. "Where's the first aid kit?" She asks.

"It's in the bathroom," he coughed. "The first cabinet."

She didn't waste a second and ran down the halls. She sharply stopped when she saw the bathroom. She scrambled in the door and opened the cabinet. The first aid kit was on the top shelf. She pushed herself on her tip toes and reached it. She pulled it down and ran out and back to where Spider-Man was.

"Okay. Okay..." She said nervously as she unpacked the first aid kit. She took out some white bandages and a small bottle of peroxide. She set the bandages and unscrewed the lid of the peroxide.

"This will hurt a little..." She admits and pours some of the peroxide on his wound. He tensed as the liquid soaked into his skin. He groaned painfully as the pain started to die down.

She took a small, white towel from the first aid kit and lightly rubbed it over his wound, cleaning the blood and peroxide off. He took deep breaths, his chest moving up and down steadily. She set the blood stained towel down and grabbed the bandages. She wrapped it around his abdomen area and secured it.

She cleaned up the first aid kit and returned it to the bathroom cabinet. She walked back to see him fast asleep. He needed it. She smiled and tilted her head a little.

Who was behind that mask?

She slowly walks to the bed and is about to grab the mask, but stops herself. It wasn't in her nature to do anything like that. It made her feel so bad.

She turned away, resisting.

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