Peter was on a night patrol when he heard a scream, he followed the sound until he came up on a group up man surrounding a girl.

Swooping in Peter tackled the guys off the girl and webbed them up. He walked over to the girl laying motionless on the ground and gasped. Peter recognized the girl as you, his best friend and super long time crush.

Spidey picked you up and rushed you to the hospital, he waited in the lobby for your results to be released. The doctor finally came out and told him that you had a few broken ribs, a nonfatal Stan wound, and a small concussion.

Spider-Man thanked them before running off to finish his night job.

After hours of stressing himself, he finally sat down for a break. He leaned his head against a pole and sighed in disappointment......frustration........failure.

He felt like he had failed you. If only had left a little sooner or didn't stop to get pictures with civilians so often, maybe he could have saved you.

Peter felt horrible...

Peter blamed himself.