Hogan a minute

                                    

                                          
Liberosis
                          
The feeling you get when you're afraid that you're not living your life to the fullest
                          
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Flash Thompson's P.O.V
The two teenagers hit the floor. Flash heard a Peter groaning in pain but in that moment he didn't care. 
                          
Flash ran towards the empty space where the Wearhouse one was. The dust hadn't yet settled but Flash clambered over the rubble. 
                          
"Mother! Father! Mum? Dad?" he called, desperately searching for any sign of life. 
                          
Salty tears stung the cuts on his face. Why was he crying? His parents had done nothing but cause him pain all his life. But they were his last living relatives. And they loved him enough to save his life. Didn't they? 
                          
Flash didn't know what to think. His brain was working too slowly. He couldn't process what just happened.
                          
He felt numb. 
                          
He gave up on the search for his parents and limped back over to where Peter was lying. 
                          
The bomb was still ringing in his ears and he could hear the distant sound of sirens.
                          
Flash pulled on the mask he was still clutching, he didn't was Peter to see him cry. But looking down at his friend, and could see the Peter had bigger problems. 
                          
His arm was bent at a unatural angle. 
                          
Peter tried to sit up but winced. "My arms broken isn't it?"
                          
"Uh yeah" Flash helped Peter to his feet. "We have to get out of here the cops are coming"
                          
"Why?" Peter asked seriously. When Flash didn't answer he said "I think I hit my head"
                          
"Probably. Well your arms broken so we can't swing back to the tower and walking will take forever. We need to tell Tony Stark what happened as quickly as possible."
                          
"We'll look at you being responsible" Peter muttered "where was that earlier 'Just a quick look Peter' , 'It will only take a second' , 'what could go wrong' 'let's not tell anybody where we're going'" 
                          
Flash ignored him. Half dragging Peter away from the wreckage. "Is there some emergency button that will call Tony Stark?" 
                          
"Not with Karen down. Wait I have an idea"
                          
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3 wrong numbers later.
                          
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"Peter, this phone box is disgusting can we please leave."
                          
"Shut up I think I've got it right this time"
                          
The call connected and Flash could hear a man's voice on the other side who didn't sound very. . . Happy.
                          
"You've reached Happy Hogan- Please never call me again"
                          
"Happy! Thank God I reached you" Peter said.
                          
"Who the hell is this?" 
                          
"It's me Peter. It's a long story but I need you to come pick us up. It's an emergency"
                          
He yawned. "Hold up. What?"
                          
Peter took a deep breath "Yeah there was a code thing then Flash was like "let's go see where it is" and then I was like no its stupid we'll die. I didn't wanna go. I said no but then y'know peer pressure. So we get to the base then we fall in the ceiling and this guy, he was really annoying, anyway he tried to kill us. We exploded the Wearhouse, everyone's dead except the weird guy, he got away. And now my arm's broken, I probably have a concussion and can you please pick us up please."
                          
Happy was silent for a second the sighed "Fine, where are you"
                          
Peter told Happy the location then hung up. "He said he'll be there in five minutes" he said happily.
                          
"I have a lot of questions"
                          
"Ask them now because I'm high on adrenaline and I'm probably going to pass out soon"
                          
Then he passed out. Flash caught him before he hit the floor. He gently lowered him to the floor and propped him in a sitting position. 
                          
Flash slumped down next to his former bullying victim turned friend and waited to be picked up.
                          
He was now completely alone in the world. No family and his only real friend was Peter, the guy Flash had bullied for years and the only reason they were friends was because his recently deceased parents tried to kill him.
                          
Flash stared blankly at a wall, a feeling of hopelessness washing over him. 
                          
He was awoken from his trance by a fancy black car pulling up in front of him, honking it's horn.
                          
The driver was a burly man wearing pyjamas and a scowl. He honked the horn again and Flash got in the car, dragging Peter along.
                          
Peter stirred, muttered "thanks Happy" then passed out again.
                          
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They drove in silence, the radio played faint ACDC music. 
                          
Peter would wake up every now and then just long enough to say something like "I love led Zeppelin" or to sing half the periodic table song.
                          
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Happy pulled up outside Stark Tower and said "this is the last time Peter"
                          
"Yeah like the time I got my head stuck in those railings trying to rescue the cat that was actually a plastic bag was the last time"
                          
Flash looked at the head of security who smiled fondly. When he saw Flash was looking his face turned to one of mild annoyance.
                          
When Flash got himself and Peter out of the car, Happy called out "They're waiting for you"
                          
"Who is?" Flash tried to ask but Happy had sped away. 
                          
Flash sighed and started making his way towards to tower but stopped when Tony Stark walked up to them. Despite it being the middle of the night, he was still wearing sunglasses.
                          
He looked at Flash, who was covered in dirt to the unconscious Peter. He took a long, calming breath then said 
                          
"Why am I not fucking surprised"
                          
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I'm bad a chapter names 🤷‍♀️
                          
Stay safe and indoors x