Collapse

The building was falling down around them. He has been clearing pathways as best as possible. His degree was not in structural engineering, but he made due. You can only find so many collapsed buildings in the wake of superhero fights and still be caught off guard

Utilizing all of the powers at his disposal he works to clear a pathway through the building to various exits. It’s 5 minutes until the paramedics arrive.

The sounds of crackling and groaning support the sound to the right of him. A young boy standing looking around. He moves before he can even process it, wrapping the boy in his arms carefully as the roof caves in behind him.

Well, that route is closed off. Looking for any signs of immediate danger he puts the boy down.

 “Guess you’re stuck with me for a little, what's your name?"

"I-I’m Peter. Peter Parker"

"Well, Mr. Parker it is wonderful meeting you. If you'd come this way I'll get you out of here"

The little boy shakes his head, body trembling. Tears fill his eyes behind the star wars helmet.

"Alright, that's okay. What seems to be the matter peter"

"Mu my.” the boy takes a deep breath stands up a little straighter,” My uncle. He was here I don't… he's not okay he needs help"

No kid should have to be this collected like this. But it’s a blessing that he knows there are more people needing help.

"Ok tell me where he is and I'll be right out with him"

Peter darts ahead ducking and weaving through the crumbling building. Utilizing his machinery he slowly shifts fallen wood and debris away. Peter might be able to fit but he sure couldn't.

“Peter I’m going to find a way around, it's too dangerous to move this beam right now.” whispering a bit to himself, “Please stay safe.”

He weaves through buildings searching for the way through to where Peter is finding several more people who needed help. Quickly wrapping a cut on the woman he lets her down the fire escape. Flitting away once he saw her get down.

Moving to steadily catch with peter was growing more dangerous. He shouldn’t have let the boy run off like that.

There wasn’t time for self-doubts. Not now.

As he rounds a corner at the far end of the building flitting past the car wedged in the fourth floor he finds Peter. The boy standing in front of a blocked-off door the smell of gas slowly surrounding them. It was time to work quickly.

Peter wheezes a rasping cough. Definitely, shouldn’t have left him alone then. 

"He's in there" hand reaching out to point at the door 

He moves peter into a sturdy door frame. After feeling the roof around him.

"Okay, Pete stay back and don't get crushed."

He begins to shove away the debris. Pulling it out into the hallway and far away from the boy.

Once he can get through he notices color. Most of the other tenants didn’t have color in their house. It was no use getting caught up on that now. Pinned under a beam a man in his late 30s sat wheezing and clawing at the support. Wasting no more time he moves to remove the pressure.

"Is he okay, is my nephew okay?"

"Peter, right? Yes Peter's okay, he helped me find you. You'll be okay, don't worry."