Peter turns to pick me up so he can carry me away.  His arms wrap around my waist but as he does my mind immediately flashes back to every time those criminals touched me and violated me.

I rip my self away from Peter, having an anxiety attack immediately. I stumble back a few steps in the process.

"(Y/n)?" Peter asks confused.  "Did I do something wrong?"

I can't even hear him. But I hear faint yelling but I can't make out the words.

"PETER WHAT DID YOU DO?" Tony asks scared for what happened to his daughter.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark. I-I just was trying to pick her up and she just shoved me away." Peter rambles. Tony rubs his face before taking a deep breath.

"Kid it's alright.  Something there must have happened there that triggered this." Tony says calmly.

"I wasn't thinking Sir.  If I was we would already be gone." Peter blames.

Through this bickering the webs have disintegrated and Tim stands up still alive.  He grabs the gun and shoots, as well as he can after some heavy blood-loss at (Y/N)

A bloodcurdling scream fills the air.  The bickering two both immediately look to sound and see (y/n) fall to the ground.

Peter makes it over there first and holds her close as Tony looks at the bulletin wound.

"It passed through her hip.  Peter pick her up and run.  I'll deal with the bastard who did this." Tony instructs, before getting into his suit.

Peter nods and picks up his love like a princess and runs off the way he came from, after putting his mask back on.