The wall had already tipped past vertical.
Peter's wrist was still raised in midair.
Peter Parker's eyesight, which he had always prided himself on, could make out every detail more than twenty meters away at that moment.
Fine dust poured from the cracks in the wall. Then the concrete tore through the last few steel bars supporting the outer wall. A huge mass of masonry toppled toward the street, its shadow racing past the child's feet.
Peter tightened his hold on the wounded man.
More than twenty meters.
No webbing.
Too late.
Just then.
Someone suddenly rushed out of the alley on the right.
Her sole landed on a broken brick, and she slipped. She braced a hand against the wall and pushed herself steady again, the press pass hanging against her chest swinging outward.
Peter recognized that dust-covered press vest.
"Reporter Zhou!"
The female reporter who had lent Peter her camera and repeatedly warned him not to run around before he left had successfully found her camera in the firefight.
And the person running around with it on his back.
Though perhaps that counted as good news? Since the circumstances of their reunion were rather precarious, Peter escaped a scolding. Temporarily.
She threw aside her reporting bag and charged straight toward the middle of the street.
Bullets struck the ground around her, sending chips of stone bouncing at her feet. Keeping her head down, Reporter Zhou ran up to the child and grabbed the back of his collar.
The child was still staring up at the wall.
Reporter Zhou couldn't pull him away in one go, so she simply turned and wrapped her arms around him, knocking aside a fallen wooden frame with her shoulder. They both tumbled into a half-collapsed doorway beside the street.
The child was underneath