chapter thirty eight
╰  ( endgame )

💫 ━━ PIETRO had left Paisley with Peter and Ryder, trusting the two teenagers with his daughter's life.

"You're so grown up!" Peter grinned happily — yes, he had missed out on five years of this little superheroes life, but she was still the same little girl he had babysat a few times for mister stark.

"I missed you." Paisley cried, throwing her arms around Peter and Ryder, pulling them both against her aching body. She was older than them now, and she was only reaching their height now.

"Paisley!" Clint Barton yelled as he neared the three huddled teens. "Oh! And Ryder and a spider-kid! Take this and run!"

Paisley caught the gauntlet with the stones in it, her eyes growing wide as she wrapped her arms around it. "Run?" She saw a group of things rushing towards her, their only objective was to get the gauntlet and give it to thanos. "Run!"

And so the three ran until there was no where else to run. Three surrounded by many more than they could count, which they couldn't even count the dangerous things in front of them.

Paisley wiggled her fingers and took a deep breath. She passed the gauntlet towards Peter and Ryder, trusting them momentarily. She pushed her arms out, and along with it went a burst of blue.

Creatures fell to the dirt below them, crumbling into nothing.

"Woah." Peter mumbled, eyes narrowing on Paisley and her blue fingertips. "Magic."

"Peter look out!" Ryder yelled out as he comes face to face with the person who had snapped him away five years ago. "Peter!"

Paisley cries out as she sinks to her knees, her arms outstretched as she uses her abilities to stop Thanos from being a large sword down on Peter and Ryder.

"You." Thanos says, eyes narrowed at who had once been a child. "I remember you. They gave up everything to save you."

"And now we'll give up everything to help her destroy you." Wanda spoke, eyes flashing red as she flicked her wrist, the sword Thanos had held was now clanked against the rocks on the ground.

With Wanda's red magical mist, and Paisley's blue, the two together created a mist of purple. Creatures around them crumbled to their death, and Thanos froze momentarily.

Wanda curled her lip upwards, eyes glowing red as she stared the monster down. "You took everything from me."

Thanos struggled against the hold around him. "I don't even know who you are."

"You will." Wanda raised her arms, as her body floated upwards, her magic gathering rocks and debris from all around her. She breathed out before she threw them towards Thanos, watching as he fell to the ground underneath the rocks.

"You think that would stop me?" Thanos asked as he stood up, breaking any magical hold that Paisley and Wanda had on him. He swung the sword he had grasped in his purple hand, attempting to destroy Wanda and those around her.

"Paisley." Peter whispered, wiping the blood off his nose. "What do I do about this?"

Ryder stood beside Peter, his hand intertwined with the nerd. "I say run."

Paisley looked around, watching as eyes caught notice of the gauntlet Peter held. In a split second, creatures charged towards them. "Yeah, run!"

Paisley stayed behind, knowing the two could protect themselves. She helped from where she was, throwing creatures to the side and holding as many as she could back.

Wanda, stronger than ever, fuelled by the loss of the person she loved and planned to spend the rest of her life with, surrounded Thanos with her red mist. She pinned his arms outwards, painfully harming him with every heartbeat she had.

Thanos paused, refusing to struggle against the hold. He glanced towards Paisley, who was doing well and successfully taking down his army, just like many of the other avengers were. "Rain fire!"

And moments later, Paisley was crouching to the dirt to avoid the blasts that rained down on everyone. She thrust her hands above herself as a blast rained down beside her; creating a  blue force field above her.

"Peter! Ryder! Dad!" She yelled out, looking around for anyone she knew. "Tony! Wanda! Steve!"

Everyone was fighting their own battles, attempting to keep themselves safe from harm as well.

Peter was being blown around by the blasts, coming as close as possible before he was thrown back time and time again. Ryder by his side.

Pietro was speeding around, trying his hardest to keep those who were in favour of saving the world alive. All well looking for Walker as well, whom he hadn't seen since the beginning of the battle.

Tony and Steve were fighting side by side, blaster and shields in hands. And Wanda was just trying to keep herself from crumbling underneath debris.

Suddenly the blasts stopped, and started to aim elsewhere.

"Peter!" Paisley shouted as she ran towards the teenager who laid curled on the ground. "Ryder!" Peter and Ryder, both who had been too close to a blast, were curled around the gauntlet as they both tried to recover their aching bodies. "I'm here!"

Paisley fell to her knees, reaching out and peeling the two teens away from each other. She stared at their bloodied skin before she reached out and placed a finger gently on one of Peter's cuts. Her fingertips grew blue and the spider-kid winced.

"Better?" Paisley had started the healing process, kickstarting it and helping the spider-kid recover.

"Woah!" Peter groaned, eyes flashing excitedly as he touched what once had been a large bleeding wound, now only a small cut. "Where did you learn to do that."

"Someone who worked with Steven Strange, the guy with the cape. They said it would be beneficial in my future." Paisley said, her blue mist flickering at her fingertips before it seemed to stop. "It takes a lot out of me though."

"Look out!" Ryder threw himself infront of Paisley and Peter, using himself to protect the two from what looked to be a comet coming at them in full speed.

Whatever — whoever it was landed. "Hi."

"Carol!" Paisley clapped. "Oh I missed you! Peter and Ryder she's so cool she helped me with my homework once and taught me how to fly!"

Carol grinned at the young girl. "Hey little spice, got something for me?" She pointed towards the gauntlet.

An army charged at a group of the avengers; Peter, Paisley, Wanda, Ryder, Pietro, Carol and a few others Paisley didn't know.

They fought together as one, until they didn't. A blast threw everyone back, giving Thanos and his army a chance to  get the gauntlet.

Paisley ran, reaching Tony Stark and Thanos just as the purple alien pushed the human to the ground.

"Tony!"

Thanos looked towards the man and child, eyes gleaming with excitement. "I am inevitable."

"No." Paisley whispered before the alien snapped his fingers. She pressed her bracelet Tony made her wear, nanotech covering her body. "Together."

Paiskeys fingertips grew blue, just as she prepared to throw herself and Tony into a bubble. She was to protect the man who took her in; it wasn't an option. He would not die, and neither would anyone other than Thanos and his army.

Thanos snapped.

And nothing happened.

"And I ... am ... Iron Man."