You could hear the faint muffle of the man in the suit cursing at himself as he webbed away with you in his arms. Your injuries were a bi-product of the fight he’d just had.

He’d never had a third party injured this badly before. Finding a safe space, he kneels down on the ground with your head on his knees.

He had to perform CPR, but he wasn’t supposed to take the mask off. As time ticked by, he got more nervous.

“…fuck it.” He slips the mask off and puts his lips to yours.