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Two Weeks of Whump Day 1: Ashes

Fandom: Across The Spider-Verse

Summary: Hobie Brown was about 15 at the time of his first canon event. Though he had been spiderman for a few months now.

Note: (I have not read his comics so this is just a fan thing. I don't think this is how it went down or anything all just for fun.)

Warning: Character Death.

    Hobie walked down the street. The street lights reflected off of the water on the ground. It had recently rained and the air smelled nicer then it normally did.

    Smoke rose from a nearby building. Hobie didn't intend to pay any attention to it. Then he saw what building it had been. His destination was on fire.

    It was a gay bar. Though he wasn't old enough his buddy Peter worked there. He used to snuck him in. He never served him alcohol and Hobie never asked. He just liked to be around Peter and his community.

    Hobie ran over to the back door that Peter used to sneak him in. A wave of heat hit him as he opened the door.

    Ashes fell around him. They caught in his hair. He breathed them in and they landed on his clothes. The smoke was thick. Helping people out the back door became his job.

    His lungs burned. Hobie ran over to the bar and looked around. Where was he? "Peter!" He yelled out. Jumping over the bar he stumbled upon landing.

    There he was. "Hobie?" Peter questioned.

    Rushing over Hobie grabbed his friend. "Yeah bud, I'm here."

    Hobie picked Peter up and took him to the back door. Sirens ran through the air. Finally someone had arrived. Of course it took so long.

    In the alley behind the bar Hobie set Peter in front of him on the ground. "You're gonna be alright." He grabbed Peter's hand.

    "Keep fighting for them, okay." Peter eyed the burning building. "Fight for what you believe in." He went lip.

    "No, no, no." Hobie pulled him close.

    Ash fell around them like snow. It wouldn't be long before Hobie had to leave. A firefighter was about to turn the corner. He scaled the building and went home.

    The world stopped moving and time slowed for a while. Hobie continued living his life. He fought for what he believed in like Peter said. For the longest time when he saw cigarette ashes or fire place ashes he had to distance himself.

    The teen wasn't sure why the ashes stuck out the most. Sure he thought about that day when he smelled wood smoke or when he saw fire but ashes were the biggest trigger. Maybe it was the memory of scrubbing the ash off his skin and trying to get it out of his hair while he was practically manic. Maybe it was being the only person who was left for Peter's remains to go to.

    The urn still sat on a shelf he took from Peters apartment. It wasn't fancy or anything just there.

    As the world began to spin again fire stopped being something Hobie feared. Instead he would run straight into it.

    He took what Peter said to heart and now as he stood in front of Miles Morales he knew what to do. Raising his hands, he attempted to remind him of what he had told him. 'use your palm not just your fingers.' and when Miles broke out he knew Peter would be proud.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic