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  Steve's body crumbled onto the concrete and was immediately swallowed by the swarms of angry mobs that had been waiting for him. Peter looked away from the window, eyes flitting down to the phone in his hands.

/text messages/

Peter: y did u send out that video???

MJ: ...

Peter: we could have handled it! As a team!

MJ: so ur mad

Peter: ofc I'm mad! There r rioters outside the Tower!

MJ: u srsly can't see that i did the right thing?

Peter locked his phone, exhaling heavily through his nose. MJ thought she was right! How could she think that? Didn't she see the damage she had done?

"Peter? You okay over there? How about you get away from the window?" Tony said gently, steering the teen away with a guiding hand on his shoulder.

Peter's phone screen lit up in his hand with another message from MJ. Tony pursed his lips together, quickly glancing away. So, it isn't the rioters that are making him upset...

Peter took a seat at the table just as both Bucky and Nat strode into the kitchen, looking rather shaken. They stuck to each other's sides as they took their seats. Peter assumed it had something to do with Steve-they were the closest to him, after all.

  As Tony walked by, he gave Nat a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. The assassin looked sad, which was a lot of emotion to be showing for someone like her. Bucky on the other hand, looked like he was being mentally ripped apart, for the thousandth time of his life. His harsh features were contorted, seemingly battling for which emotion to display to the world. Peter knew he was sad, hell, he knew he was absolutely devastated. But Peter couldn't put a finger on the other thing he could be feeling.

Was it betrayal?

Or was it something more?

Bucky rested his head on Natasha's shoulder, whispering something so quietly only those with enhanced ears could hear.

"Just when we were ready to finally love each other."

  Peter choked on his juice, throwing himself into a coughing fit. He spluttered for air, hastily excusing himself to the bathroom before anyone could question him.

  The flabbergasted teen stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. Once he was alone without the knowing eyes of both assassins on him, did he let himself breathe. They knew that he knew, they knew that he understood.

  It wasn't betrayal.

  It was heartbreak.

  Peter took a steadying breath before whipping his phone out of his pocket and furiously texting the person who was responsible for all of this. This mess that had become his life, this wreckage that had become his family, all because he liked a girl who only ended up hurting him.

/text messages/

Peter: u have no idea what you've done

MJ: meet me at the Bodega in 10

Sorry for the shorter chapter, i wanted to keep it suspenseful. Stay tuned;)