After a rough four or so days for me, I am back. I am excited to announce that I do have a series planned based off of the events of Captain Marvel, that after credits scene, and Endgame. It will be a Scott Lang x Reader and will be found in my Marvel Imagines book. Add that to your library if you're interested! It'll be up by the end of this week, and if I'm lucky it'll be up within the next couple of days. 

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Peter crouched in front of you on the rooftop, flipping the commands on his web shooters. You stretched the web-shield you'd made in your hands. He changed the settings and then fired a single short web at you. It hit the shield with a flicker of blue. 

You gasped. "Jeez, Peter - electric webs?" you asked. 

"Got the idea from Miles," he said. 

"Yeah, but you shot it at your girlfriend."

"I knew she'd be okay," he said, changing the settings again. 

You made another shield out of webs. "Alright. Hit me with your best shot, Spider-Man." 

He aimed his wrist-

BANG!

You and Peter ducked. "Whoa!" you shouted, and Peter was next to you, crouched down, his arm over your back. You yanked your mask down and started to breathe heavy. 

"How did our spidey senses not go off?" you whispered loudly. 

"I don't know," he said.

"Spider-Man! Spider-Woman!" 

You didn't recognize the voice. It was deep and rough, and the pauses between his words were slow. "Do you know him?" 

"No," he said. 

"Would it be easier if I called you by your real names, ___ ____ and Peter Parker?"

Your eyes went wide underneath your mask. You turned your head, looking at Peter, who was staring at you, too. Both of you were having the exact same thought:

HOW?

"Gotcha!" A pair of sharp claw-like nails grabbed your leg suddenly. You screamed, turning around to see a man with a creepy mask on. On his back was a pair of mechanical wings. He looked similar to the Vulture but he was different. 

He dragged you away from Peter. You started to send webs flying from the handmade web shooters attached to your wrists, but he grabbed your arms and twisted them until your mouth was dropped open and a cry of pain was splitting out of your throat. 

Peter had his own problems as he was lifted into the air by another masked and winged figure. They sent him soaring upward into the air. You caught a glimpse of them fighting several feet above the ground. 

"Who are you?" you screamed, fighting the thing standing above you.

Peter shouted from above you. You looked up. 

"Peter!" you screamed for him. You looked back at the masked figure and yanked your wrists free. "Get off of me, you creep!" You shot a web at his face, yanked the mask off-

But before you could comprehend who was in front of you, they had your head in their hands - or claws - and they were slamming it down on the rooftop. 

"Hey! Stop! Let her go. Let-"

One more slam, and you were out.

//

How hard did they hit her head? How many times?

I don't know! I...

She's still bleeding! It's every...

Breathe, okay? Do you hear me? 

___!

"Peter?" you whispered. You saw a flash of yellow inside of your closed eyelids. You felt the feeling of your head splitting open like it was the Earth during an earthquake. "Peter, are you there?" 

"No, not Peter." 

"Stephen?" you said.

"Yeah. I'm here. I'm putting you under, okay?"

"Wait!" you said fast. "Where's Peter?"

"You need to be operated on," he said. "Now."

"No," you pleaded. "I want to tell him that I love him."

Stephen sighed. Then he screamed, voice strained, "Peter! Get in here, kid. Now-"

A thud as the doors were thrown open. The quick footsteps. And then warmth wrapping around your hand. You suddenly realized how cold you were.

"Peter?" you whimpered.

"H-Hey, I'm here. I'm here, okay?" 

"Peter, I can't - I can't open my eyes," you said. You were starting to panic.

"Her eyes are open," he mumbled. 

Suddenly, Stephen sounded even more grim and even frightened. "Say goodbye quickly, I have to operate now, kid-" Stephen was saying fast. 

Peter was stammering. "O-Okay-

You were so scared to go under without Peter there. You were terrified. "I love you!" you blurted. "I love you so, so much,Peter-"

"Hey, I love you, too, babe. So much. And I'll see you when you get out." He kissed your head. "You're going to be all right. Do you hear me? Everything is going to be okay now."

"I love you," you said again, because that was all you could remember to say suddenly.

And you kept repeating it. And Peter panicked, asking Stephen what was going on. He informed him that you were going into shock. And as you kept saying it, Stephen pushed a needle through your neck and held a mask to your mouth and nose. And quickly, you faded away. 

I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love you Peter I love-

Nine minutes and forty seven seconds later, during surgery, your heart stopped working. 

//

Everything came back to you. 

You were sitting on the rooftop, Peter crouched in front of you. He was messing with the settings of his web shooters. He fired a splatter of electric webs at you. It hit the shield you were holding between your hands.

You gasped. "Jeez, Peter - electric webs?" you asked.

"Got the idea from Miles," he said.

"Yeah, but you shot it at your girlfriend."

"I knew she'd be okay," he said, changing the settings again.

You made another shield out of webs. "Alright. Hit me with your best shot, Spider-Man." 

He did, and you both laughed happily. The sound was like bubbles. Which was weird, but at the same time, it was the perfect way to describe it. 

And then you remembered.

"P-Peter... I - I died today," you said. "I'm not alive. I-"

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "I know you aren't."

You swallowed hard. "I'm sorry," you said. "I'm sorry I'm leaving you."

"Leaving me?" he asked. "You get to keep me. Well, you get to keep this part of me. Our final good moment. For forever."

"For forever?" you whispered. "But there's... you're still on Earth."

"Sorta. But I'm here."

"But Peter..." You shook your head. "I am so sorry."

"Why? We get to be here forever now." You checked the horizon, looking for one of those things. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." He laughed lightly. "No one is going to interrupt us this time." 

"Okay," you said, and you started to relax. "We're safe?"

"Safe," he assured you. He changed the settings on his web shooters again. "Alright, babe, you ready?" 

"Yeah," you said, and you finally smiled. "Yeah, I'm ready."