4 loud, bang was enough to make everything stopped, the dance, the music and happiness.

Your eyes were still stared at his as he fell down the ground, it then moved around to see all the people started to running away with their fears.

   Since Ned and others hasn't arrived, it took only a minutes for literally everyone to disappear from the dance floor, left you and injured Peter without willing to help.

   "Shit...shit..." You said as you saw blood poured out from his wounds. "(N/n), send help immediately."

   "Help will arrive in 20 minutes."

   "Make it 5."  You commanded as you teared your dress apart to help stop his bleeding. "Pete, look at me."

   Peter was numb and hurt, yet he swallowed it all up and managed hold it on. "I've never been shot before... this is my first time." He laughed then coughed out blood.

   "I'm glad if it will be your last." You tried your best to take care of the wound, but can't say he'll be fine if the medication helps is not here.

   You've questioned how hard the bullet hits him that could took him down the ground, but it has been answered once person walked in the scene.

   "Hello."

   It was Rose.

   Who seemed to escape the prison, she came alone with dirty clothes and a gun in her hand.

   "Fuck you." Said you.

   "Nice to see you too." She took one more of her steps closer, but you still wrapped your arms around Peter's shoulder.

   "Activated metal glove." Said you, then put your hands up to her, ready too shoot.

   She stopped, and smiled. "Do it, if you don't Hydra will do it anyway, i let them down."

   "You shot him....Why him!? Why don't you just shoot me?!" You shouted at her, felt the rage inside was overwhelmed.

   "...? You still don't know?"

   "About what?"

   "Ha. Go ask your precious father, he already finds out." She laughed. "Anyway, I wouldn't be worried about you. You're not that special (Y/n), little girl in a suit of armor, take that away, what are you?"

"Genius, billionaire, the love of Spider-man's life, philanthropist."

Rose tightened up her hands around the gun. "I came today, because if I can't have him, no one can, especially, not you."

   "So you fucking SHOT him for 4 times!? You're nuts! You're mentally insane! You've never loved him."

   Peter coughed harder, you didn't think he was conscious no more.

   "Hey, hey. Peter, please, focus on my voice." You tried to woke him up but it wasn't working. So you have to deal with Rose who was pointing her guns at you.

   "You're wrong, I love him, i really do, i love him the most." Rose said with a pain smile.

   "SHUT UP!! You don't love him, so don't even have the right to be this near to him!" You pointed your laser gun at her too.

   Rose sighed in pain. "I don't think you understand, I lost everything now. Since the beginning, no life worst than mine." Tears swelling up her eyes, her voice cracked as she told you.

"You want pity? From me? Both Heroes and villains, none of us had happy beginning, Rose."

She didn't listen, tears continued welling. "This way... me and Peter can be together."

   She pointed a gun in her hand at her head, ready to commit a suicide, but before it happens, her hands was tore apart brutally by your laser gun.

   "Ahhh!!!" She screamed in pain as her whole hands got exploded, a gun flew away to the other side of the room.

   You helped Peter to laid against the wall, kissing him on the cheek, Then you walked to Rose.

   "I didn't save your life from yourself, you deserve death Rose, i hate you so much for everything, but If someone is going to kill you, it must be me."

   "..."

   You shot Rose right through her skull.

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You ran along the coma bed all the way from the door of the hospital to the door of the surgery room.

Peter lost lots of blood, clearly because the bullet was not normal, it was made to be able to kill super hero.

"You have to wait here, Ms. Stark." The nurse blocked your way as they took Peter in the surgery room.

"Doctor!" You walked to the doctor before he followed them there. "You know who i am."

He nodded.

"Save him." You told him, the Doctor nodded one more time.

"Doctor. Stephen Strange will be our guide for his case, but we can't assure you, we never found this kind of bullets.

"Do whatever it takes." You commanded and begged at the same time, the Doctor ran in the surgery room.

You watched Peter from another side of the mirror, seeing him on a surgery bed is so sad, you started blaming yourself.

The door opened with your father, some of the avengers and Aunt May walked in together, you couldn't look at her right in the eyes, scared that she will yelled at you for brought this to his nephew.

But instead she pulled you into a hug.

You both couldn't find a words to say so you hugged for a while until it felt enough, once you back away, Tony grabbed your shoulder, you can tell he was as sad and scared to lose Peter, he was the one who recruited the boy in the first place.

"I mean... he'll be okay right? He has superhero strength." You asked, stared at Peter, his eyes was fully closed, surrounded by nurses and doctors.

"The doctor told me that the bullets..."

"I don't care if the bullets were made by what, he must me alive! I--"

You stopped, words stuck at your throat, you walked from the mirror, passed Thor that tried to reached out to comfort you to the chair and sat down.

You stood quiet for a while, long enough for Tony stark to decided to sit with you so you whispered him with such broken voice. "I love him, Dad."

"..."

"I hate these feelings, thinking that i might lose my love one, begging for you to return from that wormhole in New York battle, wishing Sokovia would not fall down."

He listened.

"Now i hope these doctors save him from that whatever it was made of bullets."

You felts all the memories of you and him rolled down your cheeks.

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The patient room after the long surgery was lonely and quite, you sat beside his bed, held his hands in yours.

"I fucking hate Hydra..." You told him softly, the way that if he was awake he wouldn't hear it.

His eyes were close like he was just sleeping, but the bandages on his belly said differently.

"Wake up and talk to me...how Karen always wanted you to use instant kill mode...how a lady bought you a churro.... how you love me."

Said so sweet but another one couldn't hear it.

"We still have all the time in the world... You can't live me alone now...."

You couldn't sleep throughout the whole night, just stared at him and hoped for him to open up his eyes, concentrated on his heartbeat rate on the monitor, ready to bursted out to get help from the doctor if it stop.

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Peter's little nightmare:

I like to make her smile, you know?

Seeing her happy makes me happy, it could be a text, or a little conversation we have.

Where is she now though?

Why is this place looks familiar?

Wait, this is my home, back when I live with my parents.

I found myself standing in front of the house, this place looks smaller than I thought it was as a kid, I looked around, tried to find someone, anyone. How did i get here?

"(Y/n)? May?" I yelled out, but my voice was so echoed, I don't think anyone's here, the village was empty.

I walked in the home, don't know why, but because i felt like it meant to be.

The house was completely blank, no furnitures, I walked around, and gasped in surprise, i found my parents and Uncle Ben at the living room.

My suit, both the one i made and the one Mr.Stark gave me on the ground, it was torn apart at their foots, does this mean it's time to retire.

Someone knocked on the door, i walked calmly and opened it.

"(Y/n)!" I smiled and pulled her into a hug immediately, but she was crying. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to lose you." She replied, she put her soft hands on my face.

"You're not. See? We're home! Let me introduce you to my parents!" I felt so happy.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Peter, but i need you to come back with me."

"To where? We can buy furniture for this place, we can have dogs or cats, we can have all the time in the world."

"Pete."

It was May's voice, she walked in the house from nowhere. "Leave the past."

"..." I don't understand, why are they so sad.

"I'm sorry, Peter, but please remind yourself of the last thing you remember."

I stopped smiling, then i smell gunpowder, i felt sharp pain in my stomach.

I yelled as I fell down the ground, suddenly the whole atmosphere changed, my parents are gone, i was lying amongst fire and broken pieces of an airplane. My last battle with Vulture.

"Wake up. You need to wake up." Said, (Y/n). "At the house, you can be safe, and painless with them but you have to leave me."

"You-- know ..i'll never leave you." I tried to speak but i kept coughing blood, i want to end this pain, can someone help me.

"So fight it, wake up!" She begged and cried.

"How..?" I asked but she let go of my hands, she walked back to the fire and disappeared. "(Y/n)..! Please! Don't leave me--don't leave..."

Then I realized i was wearing a spider-man suit, my stomach still bleeding, I looked around and saw my mask near me.

I took my last strength to crawl there as I screamed in pain, i grabbed the mask, I looked at it and remembered everything, i was shot.

But I can't just leave her, no way.

"Dad, mum, Uncle Ben, i'm sorry." I said, felt tears of pain rolled.

I know i won't see them again, yet i put on the mask.

"(Y/n)..."

The atmosphere changed one last time, i woke up in a hospital, She was right next to me even though my eyes was so blur.

"Peter?" She smiled, the most beautiful one.

I've woken up.

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I published without the pick up line god damn it I forgot

   Author: Dear, Tom holland. Thanks god i'm wearing gloves because you're too hot to handle.