Requested: Nope

Genre: Fluff, sad

Warnings: Swearing

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You and Peter were lying in bed, nothing too special. It was almost mid day and the two of you had a mission later so you decided just to stay in bed until you had to leave. You were just talking and cuddling. Your head was resting on Peter's chest, one of your hands was drawing patterns on his chest as the other one was clutched in Peter's hand. Peter had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and drawing shapes on your upper arm.

The alarm clock rang, signalling that you had to get up and get ready for the mission. You sighed and moved to get up but Peter grumbled and pulled you back into his chest. You laughed.

"We have to get up, Pete." You grinned up at him, Peter groaned, shaking his head and pulling you closer.

"No, they can handle it without us." He mumbled, kissing your forehead. You managed to wiggle out of his grip and sat at the edge of his bed. Peter crawled towards you and sat behind you, his legs either side of you, arms around your waist and head resting on your shoulder.

"Peter, we have to go. The others need us to be there." You chuckled, putting you your shoes, Peter shook his head and started to slowly kiss your neck.

"Just five more minutes." He groaned. You laughed but shook your head. Getting up you turned around and kissed him.

"I'll see you downstairs." You grinned pulling away and walking down stairs. 

However, when you got down stairs, Peter and the others were already there. Peter was sitting on the sofa, a stupid grin on his face.

"You're late, (y/n)." He grinned, you rolled your eyes. 

The mission you were going on today was that you had to rescue a captured mutant from some men in an abandoned warehouse. The people going on the mission was you, Peter, Raven, Scott and Jean. The five of you all got onto the jet.

You and Peter were discussing what kind of video games to play once you got back from your mission. You both settled on playing a couple of rounds of Pong and Smash-Bros, when Raven got up and started to brief you on what the plan of attack was.

Once the jet had landed the five of you all exited it and walked into the warehouse. Once you were about half way through your search, battle broke out. You were surrounded but you all started to fight. 

Peter was running circles around a couple of guys, Jean and Scott were fighting about four men together, Raven was kicking some big dudes arse and you were throwing balls of fire at some men.

The battle didn't take long for you guys to win. You had gotten a little side tracked in your fight. You turned around to start heading back to the others a grin on your face. The others were all milling around, Raven had gone to fetch the mutant.

You heard a noise behind you, turning back around you saw one of the men crawling towards his gun. A ball of fire grew in your hand.

BANG

You threw your ball of fire at him but missed, you were about to throw another one when pain shot through your body, the source of it was in your stomach. You fell to your knees because your legs stopped working, you raised your hands to your stomach and they came away covered with blood.

A whooshing noise filled your ears and Peter was kneeling next to you, his face white with shook. Scott sprinted forwards and took out the last guy who shot you. Your knees buckled, Peter caught you before you fell and rested your head in his lap.

"We have to get her out of here. She's bleeding so badly. I'll-" Peter started but you cut him off.

"Pete, stop. There's not point." You muttered, wincing slightly as Peter started to put pressure on your wound.

"Don't say that. Guys, help me!" He shouted but the others just stood there, shocked at what they were witnessing.

"They can't." You whispered, meeting Peter's gaze. His brown eyes were filled with terror and fear, "You can't save me this time, Pete." You smiled sadly at him. Tears started to fill his eyes.

"FUCK!" Peter yelled, hands shaking, one of his hands grabbed yours, interlocking your fingers, while the other continued to put pressure on the wound.

"I don't want you to go." He cried, pressing his forehead against yours, even though his eyes were closed you could feel his tears slip down onto your face.

"I won't be completely gone, I'll still be with you." You whispered, tucking some of Peter's hair behind his ear. Now that you were facing death, it wasn't scary, you felt almost peaceful. As if you and Peter hadn't left your bed this morning. As if the pair of you were still lying there, in each others arms. 

"I love you, so, so much." You smiled, a few tears leaving your eyes. Peter cried more and pressed a kiss on your lips. You cupped his cheeks.

"I'll wait for you." He whispered, you shook your head.

"No, I want you to move on, I want you to be happy." You said, stroking Peter's cheek bone with your thumb.

"You make me happy. Please don't leave me." He cried, you smiled at him sadly. Blood started to build up in your throat. You coughed and some blood came out.

"I love you." You whispered and kissed him. Peter kissed back, your blood and his tears mixing together.

When Peter pulled away, you didn't move. Your eyes were cold and dark. All life had left them. Peter screamed out in anguish. He hugged your body, burying his face into your neck and sobbing hysterically. 

Peter cradled your dead body in his hands, your hand still grasped in his. He rocked you both back and forth, crying and repeating, "No. Don't leave me. Come back."

The others watched as Peter sobbed and rocked backwards and forwards, tears leaving all their eyes and their hearts breaking as their friend left them forever.