If Chaos Walking is delayed to later in 2019 I will make sure Lionsgate sees the full out TANTRUM I will throw ok I SWEAR

Anyway that is not important. What is important is that this is dedicated to Melonhead15 because she is sick and deserves to relax and read something for a while. And also, this is lowkey inspired by Chaos Walking (no spoilers though). If you haven't read the books, then you won't even know where the inspiration came from.

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Every single Avenger had been captured. Not only that, but they were separated as soon as they were taken in by the large group of terrorists that wanted to make sure Tony Stark paid. They didn't separate the men and the women. They separated those with extra powers and those without.

Peter didn't go with those with special powers though. The most he could do was heal quickly and climb up walls, and with enough continuous beatings and his body wrapped up in cords and chains and different things, he was completely useless.

But you-

You had powers like Wanda. Not exactly - you couldn't move things with your mind, but you had swirls of color come out of your palms as your mood changed. They changed temperatures, too, and you were seen as a dangerous threat, and Peter knew-

"Please! She won't hurt anybody!" Peter screamed. Three men were dragging him down a long, long hallway. It was dark besides three small white lights at the high ceiling. They were digging their fingers into the dips of his bones because he was fighting so hard.

Because at the end of the hallway, they were dragging you away. They had put cuffs on your hands and a bag over your head so you couldn't see them, and you were screaming and fighting, and they were just dragging you, tossing you around, cursing at you, kicking at you...

"She isn't going to hurt anybody! Let her go!" 

He screamed and screamed and screamed, but it didn't help anything. You were taken away from him. He was thrown into a room and beat out of his mind. The men just used their fists. It went on long enough that Peter, for the first time, felt an extreme amount of pain. Then they tossed him in a cell with Tony and Rhodes and Natasha and Bucky Barnes and Steve, where he'd be trapped for the next three months.

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Every morning, Peter would wake up to the guards banging against he walls of their shared cell. He would ask them to release you every single time, every single day as soon as they approached him to force a glass of water down his throat. They would slap him every morning. Unlatch his jaw. Give him enough water to keep him alive, but not give him strength. His head would hang low. They would leave. 

Tony would say: "Kid, you have to stop asking."

Peter wouldn't say anything.

"She's alright," he would try to assure him. "You know Wanda wouldn't let anything happen to her. And that girl? She's tough as... as..."

"Tony," Rhodes finally said, tiredly. "He isn't going to listen to you. He's going to keep asking. And we're gonna... gonna have to keep our mouths closed."

Tony flinched, not because of what Rhodey said, but because he knew that he was going to have to watch Peter get beat up. Again. And again. And again.

All because Peter was asking about his girl that he was so worried about. He worried about ___ more than he worried about himself. 

And that was going to get him killed.

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Peter woke up the next morning to more banging. They came in, grabbed his jaw, and forced his mouth open. 

"Just tell me if she's alive or not," Peter pleaded softly. "Just if she's alive." His eye was swollen shut and and wasn't fighting as they poured the water into his mouth, made sure he swallowed, then let him fall limp against the wall.

But-

The man giving him water said simply, "Alive."

Then they dragged him out to the middle of the floor and hit him until everyone was screaming.

Peter wasn't, though. He was seeing flashes of you. Hearing your words. Feeling the softness of your fingers against his. The brushing of them on his cheeks. It was nice.

When they were done, they put him right back where he was.

But you were here. You were here, and these weren't bruises on his body, it was your weight. It was your weight, and you were wrapping yourself around him, and he was in his suit. And he was able to kick down the doors, lift you off your feet, comfort you, swing you off to safety, beat these guys senseless for what they've done and finally just hold you...

Peter let his body fall all the way to the floor. He hit the ground with a grunt. His imagination shattered. He was shaking, and he was wanting to smile, but he couldn't. He stayed still, breathing heavily. When they were all gone, Tony scooted forward in fear. 

"Kid? Kid! You hear me? Stay with me buddy, alright?"

"She's alive," he breathed. "She's alive."

"She's alive," Natasha repeated. "They told him that she's alive."

"My ___," Peter continued. 

My ___. 

My ___. 

Alive.

Alive and waiting for me.

He could hear you in his mind. He was aware it was just him losing it, but it was real. It was real. It was real.

It had to be real, because it was making him fill up with happiness.

Keep calling, ___, and I will find you.

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Peter must have fallen asleep right there, or just passed out, because when he woke up, it was too more banging. He groaned, his throat aching at the thought of having water forced down it again, and he lifted his head, feeling the heaviness of the inside of his skull-

And he noticed that Tony and Natasha and Rhodes were frozen in their stances, listening to the banging that wasn't outside of the cell, but far outside.

"What is it?" Peter whispered.

"Shhh!" Natasha hushed, shaking her head. She leaned her ear against the wall. 

"Do you think they've escaped?" Rhodes asked.

"I don't know," Natasha said. "But..."

There was a loud bang and everyone jumped. Peter forced his body to sit upright and pushed his weak arms against the chains and cords that held him down. He was aching to do something, anything-

And then there was another bang and the door was ripped from its hinges, and Peter couldn't see, but Natasha and Tony and Rhodes had a look on each of their faces that told Peter everything he needed to know.

His body was limp against the wall, and his head was hanging low, and his eyesight was off, but he saw Wanda stepping in, red swirls around her wrists. He could see how frail and small she was, and then he saw Vision, who was holding her up because she was too weak. Peter heard words like they had her under and we had to wait until she woke up and she took control of their minds and Wanda was crying and Vision was helping the others get free, and then you were there, you were really there, right in front of Peter, pulling at the things wrapped around his body.

"Oh gosh, Peter." You were crying so much, and you had so many bruises. 

"Are you really here?" Peter asked first.

To answer him, you kissed him right on the lips, not caring about the bruises that lined his mouth or the swelling of his lips or the swelling of yours. You just kissed him and then pulled back, tugging the chains and ropes off of him. "I'm really here."

He suddenly took note of how many scrapes and bruises were on you, and even though his voice was soft and broken and he was weak, he lifted his head and squinted his eyes. "Did they hurt you?"

"They hurt all of us, Pete," you said. 

"But they hurt you?" 

It was like he couldn't believe it. And you put your arms around him and helped him up. "I fought so hard to protect you," you said simply. "I just wanted to keep my Peter safe."

And he smiled, a little. But then he stopped, and he was looking around for everybody else. They were all limping towards the exit. Vision was holding Wanda up and holding Tony up, and Steve and Bucky and Natasha were hanging onto one another.

"You kept calling," Peter mumbled. "I found you."

"What?" you asked.

"You kept calling," he said. 

"Peter, just hang on, okay? A little bit longer."

"I heard you..."

"Peter? No, no, Peter. Hang on! Don't go now, don't-"

"I found you," he breathed.

"Peter!"

And he was smiling.

I'll always find you.