(y/n) - your name

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"Holy shit you scared me!" I jump when I see Peter sitting in his chair and wearing his mask, talking to Karen.

"Did you know that this mask has been recording everything? And I mean everything." I dry my wet hair with the towel in my hand before throwing it on my bed.

"To be honest, I kind of forgot about that. Why?" Peter's eye slits rise up and I know he's smiling before he throws up a holographic video from his shooters.

"Because of this." I freeze as the video starts playing, dread and embarrassment surrounding me.

"Oh my fucking god!" It was a video of me dancing around Peters bedroom as he was at school. I was home by myself and decided to crank the music up loud, pretending to have a mini-concert. "Stop watching that!" Peter bursts out laughing as I try to cover the screen.

"It's cute."

"Peter!"

"Ok, ok. Karen, just roll it back to last Friday."

"With pleasure." Karen does just that and I snicker as footage of Peter fooling around in front of a mirror in his spider suit mask pops up.

"Hey, everyone. Yeah, kick-ass party. Hey, what's up, Liz? Peter's told me a lot about you."

"Omg thank you Karen." I chuckle as she welcomes me, showing more funny videos of Peter.

"Ok, enough of that. Fast-forward to the arms deal." Karen shows the footage of the trade-off, Peter asking for facial recognition until we he got a match. "Looks like we're paying someone a visit." He quickly changes in the bathroom and I do the same before we swing/fly off into the sunset. Nah, I was just following Peter again. We end up in a car park as Peter webs the guy's hand on his trunk and I simply float behind him.

"What-"

"-I need information. You're gonna give it to me now!"

"All right, chill!"

"Come on!"

"What happened to your voice?" I snicker as Peter overreacts, Glover putting his groceries in his trunk. Peter tries to be intimidating but he jumps back in fright as Glover slams his trunk down. "You ain't ever done this before, huh?"

"What do you think?" I pipe up and Glover jumps in fright, turning around to see me floating behind me as I sat cross-legged.

"Look, man, these guys are selling weapons that are crazy dangerous. They can't just be out on the streets." Peter begs and Glover looks like he doesn't give a shit.

"Yo man, spill. I know you have a nephew that lives on these streets and I know you don't want these weapons readily available. So just help us out." I sigh out and Glover looks at me in shock as I float around him in circles, laying on my back with my hands behind my head. He finally spills everything he knows as I wriggle my fingers, my powers curling around them to look menacing like I might magic the man.

"Staten Island ferry, eleven."

"Oh, that's soon!" Peter soon runs off but quickly comes back. "Hey, that's gonna dissolve in two hours!" He runs off again and Glover yells at him to get the web off.

"I got it." I lift the web and fling it away as it gets stuck on a wall. "Be good or Imma hunt you down. I know more besides info about your nephew." I smirk as Glover quickly nods and I fly off after Peter.

"You're like a cute sugar glider." I chuckle as Peter glides across the air to get onto the ferry. I hover behind him as he listens in to the vultures conversation, his little spider buddy crawling over his head. It looks at me and squeaks, raising its tiny arms at me. I shudder as it blinks, begging me to pick it up. "You're cute but no. Your real-life counterparts creep the fuck out of me." It whines sadly and I hesitantly pat its head gently, it whirring happily.

"Hey, dronie, keep an eye on that guy. We can't let anybody get away this time." Peter climbs onto the roof and crawls to the edge before peering down at the men on the front deck. He scans the faces of everyone, waiting for the right moment to drop where Tony was bothering him.

"Great, Tony's calling me now." I see his face pop up on my screen and Peter begs me to not answer. "Fine, fine." I keep my phone on silent and pock it away when I see Peter fighting the goons. I chuckle as one of them screams from a web grenade exploding on them.

The FBI shows up and that's when things go downhill. "Look out, look out, look out! Move, move, move!" Peter calls out as Vulture start attacking him and I just hover to the side, letting Peter have all the glory. I sit on top of the boat, letting my powers trickle over the ferry from my palms to protect it and the people inside as the Vulture fires energy blasts which just ricochet off without destroying anything.

Peter gets flung around and collides into the Ferry when the Vulture suddenly looks at me and fires. "Shit!" I get flown back from teh energy blast, screaming when Peter catches me before I fell into the ocean.

"(y/n), are you ok!?" I hiss in pain as I get set down on my feet, twitching as the energy blast trickle over my arms and the protective shield around the ferry drops.

"The fuck just happen?" I wave my arms but my powers didn't show up. My skin burned and the streaks glowed a faint purple every time I tried to use my magic. "My powers just got blocked!"

"How-" Peter stumbles as the Ferry shakes and a giant crack fissures right between us.

"Peter..." I panic, hearing metal creak as the boat splits in half. "Peter!"

"Oh, my god! What do I do!? Karen, uh, give me an X-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points!" Peter swings off, jumping between the two sides of the ship to keep it intact using his webs. He dodges the flames as he travels down the length of the ferry firing several strands of web at once before binding them together. He reaches to the top of the roof, checking the half of the ferry were secure.

He misses a spot!

I take my phone out to call Peter and he picks it up. "(y/n)-"

"-you missed a spot!" As soon as I said that, the ferry bows and creaks. "Shit, shit, shit!" Water quickly pools around my feet and I scramble to the high floors as Peter struggles to keep the ferry together holding onto the webs. "Come on!" I hiss out, shaking my arms until my powers suddenly burst from my hands. I scream as I get thrown back from the impact, steadying myself in the air and hovering before the Ferry.

"Guardian! Hurry!" Peter yells out and I blast the ferry, wisps of magic blanketing over the surface of the boat. I grit my teeth as I feel my palms move away from each other as the ferry halves do the same and I focus on bringing them back together. I push my hands closer together and the ferry starts doing the same as I pushed my powers to meld the boat back to normal. My body glows as I exert more of my magic to meld the metal together, getting rid of the giant crack down the middle.

"Oh, I'm tired." I sigh out, feeling exhausted all of a sudden and I feel someone catch me before I fell.

"I see you're doing all the hard work (y/n)." I freeze and look up to see Tony in his suit, flying me away back to land. I quickly pick up Peter with whatever magic I had left, his body floating with me until we reached somewhere safe. "Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch: I tell you to stay away from this." Tony sets me down gently against a ledge, his voice rising as he gets angrier by the second. "Instead, you hacked a multimillion-dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do!"

"Is everyone okay? Is (y/n) ok?" Peter tried to walk over to me but Tony wasn't letting him get close, keeping a wall of suit between us.

"No thanks to you." Tony hisses lowly, checking my wounds.

"Tony, it's not his fault. I jumped in to help even though I knew you were coming ok. It's not his fault-"

"-not his fault my ass! Look at your arms!" I tried to hide them from Peters view as the skin was split apart, bleeding.

"Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it!" Peter suddenly got angry, angry at the fact that no one believed him as he stood up to Tony. "But you didn't listen! None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!" I got up and shoved the boys away from each other. They looked like they were ready to hurt someone.

"Tony, calm down-"

"I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh?" Tony walks towards Peter as he stumbled back and I tried to stop him. "Do you know that I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid.

"I'm fifteen-"

"-no, this is where you zip it, all right!" I jump as Tony suddenly yells and I stand next to Peter. "The adult is talking! What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you."

"But no one did!" I interject. "Tony, he's only 15! Mistakes will be made, that's inevitable! This is how he has to learn! Don't be so harsh on him! I was there to make sure things were ok!" I hiss out.

"And what did that cost you huh?" Tony suddenly snaps at me and my eyes widen. "What if you both died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience." Peter tries to apologise but Tony cuts him off. "Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I understand. I just wanted to be like you."

"And I wanted you to be better." Tony sighs out, holding out his hand. "Okay, it's not working out. I'm gonna need the suit back."

"For how long?" Peter looks at Tony in shock.

"Forever."

"Tony, don't do this. He's learnt his lesson. Don't punish him anymore."

"You don't understand. Please. This is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit." Peter begs, looking at me frantically to help him.

"If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it. Okay? God, I sound like my dad."

"Tony-"

"-and you're coming back home with me." I gape at Tony and Peter begs him not to take me away.

"You can't do that! I'm legally an adult! I can make my own decisions!" I narrow my eyes at Tony and he sighs out.

"Don't make me look like the bad dad here (y/n). You constantly risk your life on your own and I don't need him enabling you even more."

"You can't make me come with you! You've crushed Peter enough! Don't take me away from him-" I yelp as Tony suddenly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Maybe it's for the best (y/n)." Peter sniffles as he looks down, crying.

"No-" Tony's jets fire up and I panic, trying to use my magic but all I felt was pain in my arms. "Tony please-Peter! It's not your fault!"

"I'm sorry (y/n)!" Peter yells back as Tony flies away with me.

"Put me down this instant!"

"No can do. You've lost too much blood." Tony moves me so he's holding me bridal style and I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy.

"Why did you have to hurt him like that..." I mumble out and Tony sighs.

"I can't risk losing anyone else..." Tony holds me close, kissing my head as I pass out.