"Peter you gotta get outta there!"

Peter let out a yell, as he flung himself at Bad Guy 1, who had come running up the stairs at the sound of Peter's scream. He landed in the middle of his chest by his knees, slamming him into the wall behind him hard enough to create a dent.

He slumped, unconscious.

The other three were up the floor, now. Bad Girl swung a fist at Peter, but he dove under it easily. She growled in frustration, and threw herself at Peter, who leapt to the ceiling just in time.

But then Bag Guy 3 was jumping into the air and grabbing his leg. He felt his sockets jolt as the huge man hung from his limb relentlessly. Peter could hear the blood rushing to his head.

"Ugh!" He let himself drop to the floor again, landing on top of Bad Guy 3. He threw a fist into his face, and the man screamed, blood dripping from his nose.

Peter wanted to keep hitting, but he restrained himself.

Leaping up from on top of the man, he resumed his fighting position. Bad Girl screamed in an inhumane, animalistic way, and swipe-kicked Peter's legs out from under him. He fell to the floor again with a quick 'oof', his tailbone feeling bruised.

"Get him!" Toomes' voice yelled over the thumps of the fight. It sent a chill down Peter's spine, but he ignored it best he could, scrambling back to his feet.

He spun around, his Spidey-Senses blaring, and swung out an arm automatically as Bad Guy 4 aimed a hit at his back. His forearm connected with the side of his head, and the man fell back down the stairs.

"No!" Came Toomes' voice, laced in annoyance.

Bad Girl lunged at him once again, and Peter had to leap over...leap over his darn traitorous body to avoid getting hit. But she was relentless, and only jumped after him.

And when she swung again, her aim was true.

Peter dropped to the floor, pain coursing through his head and black dots dancing in his vision. Damn, she had a swing. But. Still, he wasted no time in jumping straight back up again.

This time he was the one to attack. He jumped to the roof, crawling too fast for her to keep up to just above Toomes. The man panicked, quite obviously thinking Peter was going in for the attack on him, but-

He shot a web at the ceiling, the dropped, manoeuvring his body so he landed right behind Bag Girl's back. She was still processing what had just happened when he snuck an arm around her neck and pulled her around so both of them faced Toomes.

"Give up!" Peter yelled. Toomes looked shocked for a moment, but then he composed himself and smiled that goddamn smile. "Hand yourself over! I've got you!" Peter yelled again.

"Do you?" Toomes replied, raising his eyebrows. It was one of those rhetorical questions that mad your heart skip a beat, but the tone in which he said it made everything a lot worse. Who finds humour in a situation like this?

Bad Girl kicked out in his arms, but he only tightened his grip.

"Yes!" Peter yelled, confused. He had no idea what to say. "Give up, or-or I'll kill her!" Peter was shocked at his own words.

"Adrian?" Bad Girl choked out, hands clasped tightly around Peter's arm around her neck. She seemed scared – if only she knew Peter wasn't brave enough to actually kill her. It was bravery, right?

"Go on, then. Kill her." Toomes' eyes drilled into Peter, who couldn't help a bit but cower. It was like he was challenging him to do it. To just take her life.

Maybe-

"I can ring Tony Stark before you can run, so I suggest you surrender. In case you forgot, he's pretty good friends with the Avengers-,"

"Go on, then. Call him." Toomes' smirked, folding his arms together. Peter hesitated. Why the hell-? "Just tell me what you want, Pedro."

Peter shook his head, bemused. "I want you to hand yourself over!" He repeated exasperatedly.

"Really?" Toomes said in surprise, like it was the first he'd hear of it. Peter scrunched up his nose. "I don't think that's true. I think there's something more to it. So, what do you want?"

Peter looked away from those grey eyes. His heart was beating against his ribcage, he could feel it. It hurt. Perspiration was slowly tracking its way down Peter's forehead, underneath the mask. Sometimes he felt like he thought out loud. How else would he know that Peter hadn't come to arrest him? Or, just to arrest him?

He turned his gaze back to Toomes, after a few deep breaths. This time, he stared into those eyes with the same intensity those eyes were glaring back at him. He regained his composure and removed his arm from around Bad Girl's neck. She scrambled back across the floor.

"You killed me." He stated simply, his voice dangerously quiet.

This time, it was Toomes' turn to not know what to say. Peter watched with some satisfaction, as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

"I-yes. I know-I-?" He stuttered, and the teenager could tell he was cursing himself silently. It's what Peter did when he made a fool of himself.

"Why?"

Toomes didn't reply.

"Did it make you feel better?"

Still no reply.

"Do you think Liz would be proud?"

Peter had hit a soft spot, quite obviously, because Toomes was advancing on him, his finger pointed at Peter's suited chest threateningly.

"I would do anything for my girls!" He yelled, spit flying.

"Even if it means kidnapping and torturing one of her friends? What had I even done? Saved people from dying, I'm sorry!" Peter fought back but stumbled back a few steps away from the Vulture. The villain also stopped.

"You interfered with my business."

Peter didn't reply, just stared at him coldly.

"How'd you find me anyway?" Toomes asked.

"Tracked you through surveillance. Saw you register at this apartment. Waited 'till the perfect opportunity, with the buyers, sellers and products all in the same place." Peter growled.

"Smart boy." Toomes grinned at him – though it wasn't a happy grin, it was a 'I hate you' sort of grin.

"So, surrender or I'm just gonna get the Avengers and they can deal with you." Peter said.

"Aren't I little below their pay-grade?"

"Yeah, that's what Mr Stark says. They usually don't waste their time with people like you."

Toomes let out a half-offended half-amused scoff.

"Okay, Karen, call Mr Stark. Please." He added.

"Dialling; Tony Stark." Karen replied warmly.

"Oh, finally! I was wondering how long it was gonna take you. How you doing, though? You hurt anywhere?" Ned's voice rattled through the intercoms. Peter rolled his eyes.

"No, Ned. Shut up."

"Kid?" Mr Stark's voice piped in, after a short beep. Peter sighed with relief.

"Oh, Mr Stark. Thank God you picked up! Um, I found Vulture-dude and he's not really cooperating, so I was hoping-?"

"I don't mean to be uncaring or anything, but I'm sort of busy at the moment, kid." Tony interrupted, and Peter realised how strained his voice was.

"Wh-what?" Peter stuttered and out the corner of his eyes, he saw Toomes smirk. He heard a whirring through the suit. "Wait, are you in your suit?"

"Yeah. Uh," Grunt. "I'll try to get to you as soon as possible, kid, but I might be an hour or so, depending on how fast we can," Another angry yell, "uh, finish up here."

"Mr Stark? What's going on?" Peter semi-yelled in confusion.

"Just a bit of a disturbance-thing at the Tower, nothing to worry about, reall-!" He heard a pained cry and it sounded like...it sounded like Shuri. There was a frightened cry of 'no!' from Mr Stark and a bang.

"Oh, it is something to worry about, Pedro." Toomes chimed in. Peter froze in fear.

"What have you done?" He whispered, then to Mr Stark; "Wait-I'm coming, Toomes can wait, I'm coming!" Peter shouted, already shooting a web at the Vulture, flattening him against the wall. He shot another one, just to be sure he stayed.

"No, Underoos. Just stay there, we'll be fi-!" The line cut off with a cold beep.

And Peter wasted no second in webbing up all six criminals and swinging out of the window.

And he was just a few blocks down from the Avengers Tower, when he saw what was wrong.

The top six floors were emblazed with white fire, gleaming eerily in the dark of night. Peter nearly slipped from his web at the sight, and only pushed himself to go faster, his shoulders aching.

Sooner before later, he was scaling the building as fast as his limbs would take him, dodging the parts that were crackling with flames. He found himself smashing through glass for the second time that night, once again landing with skid in the thirteenth floor – he presumed.

"Mr Stark? Mr Stark!" He screamed, his voice muffled from beneath the mask. It was hard to see around, the smoke was thick and black, but from the scans Karen was doing, Peter could see multiple heat signatures – even against the heat of the fire. Mr Stark really did outdo himself.

"Mr Stark!" Peter called again when no one replied.

He sprinted further into the room, that was the size of three of his houses in itself. Through the smoke, he could just make out two black shapes. He ran toward them, heaving out a cough.

Then a shot of fire blazed towards him. He dropped to the floor in surprise and – thanks to his Spidey-Senses – only his hair was singed by the blast.

"No, Mr Stark! It's just me!" Peter yelled, scrambling back to his feet. He could see Iron Man now and he semi-collapsed at the billionaire's feet, heaving in breaths, a stitch in his side.

"Kid, why are you here? I told you to stay!" Tony yelled, and Peter could tell her was mad. Peter didn't care.

"What's going on?!" Peter yelled in reply, disregarding Mr Stark's outburst.

"No idea. We came back to this." Came Nat's calm and collected voice from behind Mr Stark's bulky suit. She stepped into view, flashing Peter a quick smile. How was she so calm?

"I'm going down to help the other, now that Peter's here." She told Tony, who nodded frantically, still staring angrily at Peter. She flipped down the stairs in style.

"Where's Shuri? Is she okay?" Peter shouted in concern over the crackle of the fire.

"She's unconscious but her vitals are stable." Mr Stark replied. "I already flew her down to the lobby – T'Challa's with her."

Peter sighed in relief. His chest was constricting.

"Kid, you gotta get outta here, okay? At least I can breathe in this suit." Mr Stark yelled, but Peter shook his head adamantly.

"No! I can help! Is there anyone who-?" Peter fell into a coughing fit, so violent he felt like he had gotten his asthma back. His eyes were watering, and his throat was ripped raw by the smoke and it had all escalated so quickly and he was sinking to his knees, hands scrabbling at his chest as he tried to take in one damn breath-

And then Mr Stark ejected himself from his suit, and leaping to the floor, fear written in the lines of his face-

"Kid, you gotta go! Even Spidey can't breathe in this much smoke!"

But he was now breathing in the smoke-

And Peter wasn't breathing anything-

Mr Stark's hands were on his shoulders-

And he was yelling things at him, but he couldn't hear-

And it was so hot-

And Tony was still yelling-

And Peter couldn't breathe-

His eyes were watering-

And he was stupid-

But then-

But-

He felt it first-

A sharp pang at the back of his head-

Like someone had just thrown something at him-

And he knew, immediately-

Something bad was gonna happen-

And he screamed through the haze-

Mr Stark froze, worried-

But he had to run-

From what, he didn't know-

But something bad was gonna happen-

Someone was gonna die-

He could feel it-

He could see Tony begin to cough-

Then there was a flash-

So, so bright, Peter was blinded for a moment-

The fire seemed to burst in on itself-

Then back out, billowing across the room quickly-

The smoke pulsed-

Then the sound hit-

An excruciatingly loud whoosh-CRACK-

He was shoved to the floor-

A body covered his protectively-

Then-

The room exploded.

And everything fell into darkness.

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Woo :0 sometimes I hate how i hurt my bby's - but they'll live...maybe.

(THE REASON I DIDN'T WRITE LIKE ANY FULL SENTENCES IS BECAUSE PETER WAS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK - LIKE MY BOSS BABY STATED SO PERFECTLY, PANIC ATTACKS CAN GO FROM 1-100 IN SECONDS, THAT'S WHY IT WAS SO SUDDEN. WHO THINKS CLEARLY WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK I MEAN-)

idk why i did that in all caps :)

anyway, i'm nearly at 1000 reads and I'm shook. y'all so beautiful and kind and you peeps who are commenting and voting; you literally make my day every single time i cannot express my love for you guys <3

i must admit, i've only just watched Thor: Ragnarok - but it was amazing one of my favourite Marvel films (ma fav is obv Spooder-Man: Prom and Black Panther)

and the hype for iw is so real i'm so terrified about my dahlings getting hurt but here i am hurting my dahlings in fricking fanfiction wow what am i

anyway bye :))

LuvForStydia xx