The irony of me expressing my worry for the Chaos Walking movie being delayed and then having it delayed the next day is too much for me to handle so I am SO. DEPRESSED.

Anyway, I really liked this concept when I thought of it and automatically thought of how much you all would like it too! I hope you all enjoy!

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It was a miracle that your dad let you have your eighteenth birthday party at Stark Tower. He let you invite all of your friends, and then Pepper convinced him to invite more people, and all of a sudden, the entire school was showing up at the front door, and Happy was complaining angrily. 

"Dad," you said, following him around the main floor, where hundreds of teenagers your age were dancing to extremely loud music. "I really didn't mean that I wanted all of these people invited to my party!"

"Well, honey," he said, taking a glass off of a tray that was passing by. "You weren't very clear during the planning."

"Well I - I wasn't involved in the planning!" you said. 

"Well-" he started to mock, but he took a swig of what was in the glass and cringed. "Ugh. Is this Sprite? Where's the alcohol?"

"Dad, we're eighteen," you said. "None of us are old enough to drink."

"Teenagers," he muttered.

"Dad, can you listen to me?"

"Sweetie, look." He turned around, putting a hand on your shoulder. "This is your birthday party, and all of these people came to see y-"

"To see the Avengers," you interrupted.

He closed his eyes and smiled. "And you look very beautiful in your dress and hey, look, there's Peter. I will talk to you later, happy birthday, I love you-" He dipped down and kissed your head, and then he was gone, weaving his way through the crowd, waving to people you couldn't see.

"But..." You let your arms fall and you sighed. "Okay..."

"Hey, ___," Peter said, tapping your back. 

You turned around. "Hey, Pete." You pushed your hair out of your face.

"Happy birthday," he said, handing you a wrapped gift. 

"Oh. Thank you." You held it carefully in your hands. "You actually bought me a present?"

"Yeah, of course. Did... you think everyone else but me would?" he asked. "You're my best friend, you know."

"No, I mean-" You laughed. "All these people came and all I got was a gift from Michelle and a card from the decathlon team." You pointed to the present table. "I mean, I don't care about gifts, but it makes you realize how probably over half of these people don't even know that they're here for my birthday."

"Yeah. That sucks." Peter looked around, and then stretched up on the toes of his sneakers. "Is that - is that Thor? Taking selfies with girls?"

"They're going crazy for all the Avengers," you said dismissively.

"It's like you have characters at your party." He grinned.

"Don't remind me," you muttered. You reached down and locked a hand around Peter's wrist. You didn't notice how his eyes went wide and his cheeks went pink at your touch. "Come on, let's go sit on the balcony and I'll open your gift."

"O-Okay."

You pulled him through the crowd and out towards the sliding glass doors. Once the doors were shut behind you, it was perfectly quiet, except for the quiet buzz of the stereos inside.

Peter sat on the ledge of the balcony and you sat next to him, turning your torso towards him as you smiled. "Okay," you said, and he laughed. 

"Go ahead, open it."

"Okay," you said again. You started to unwrap the paper and let it drift to the floor. In your palms was a small box and, when you lifted the white lid, was a charm bracelet. You raised your eyebrows. "Peter..."

"You've always mentioned how you wanted one of these, so... I thought I'd get you one," he said.

"You actually listened to me?" you whispered. 

"Uh, yeah! Of course!" He took it out of the box and gestured for you to give him your wrist. You did, and he started to latch the chain around it. He pinched your skin with the clasp and you jumped. "Sorry! Sorry."

"It's okay," you said. "I love it, Peter."

"I'm so glad you do," he said.

You smiled and looked at the bracelet, and then at him. He smiled at you, and there was something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat-

And then he looked away.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Shhh..." He held up a hand. 

"Is everything okay?" you asked quietly.

He reached over and put his hand on your mouth. "Just... hang on." He looked down at his arms and all of the hair was standing up. His eyebrows furrowed and he said, "What in the-"

And then from inside of the tower, in the middle of the party, there was a blast so strong that it shattered the sliding door and blew you and Peter right off the side of the balcony.

You screamed, feeling yourself leave the foundation of the building and fall through thin air. Peter caught himself on the side of the building and reached down, firing a web out of the web shooters attached to his wrist. It wrapped around your hand and stopped your fall.

You were gasping, looking up at Peter with fear filled eyes. 

"I've got you! I've got you!" 

"P-Peter!" you cried out.

"It's okay!" 

"What's happening?" you asked. He slowly dragged you up to the balcony and wrapped his arms around you. "What happened in there, Peter? Is my dad-"

"I don't know. I don't know. I'm... I'll go find out. I need you to stay here, though-" He placed you fully on the ground and then ran to the doors. He only needed to step through them to get to the chaos that was inside.

Everyone that, only moments before, were drinking and eating and dancing, were running around, screaming and crying-

Absolutely terrified.

Peter was gone, and you were in a daze as you stepped over the crushed glass. Your eyes were filled with tears and you walked slowly, getting knocked into by people running around. 

Then all at once, the feelings rushed back to you, and you were overwhelmed by the sound of chaos that you were in. You couldn't see over the heads of the people in front of you, you were pushed in the middle of the crowd, you were getting knocked over and you weren't sure if you were stepping over dead bodies or people that had tripped and fallen-

"Dad! Dad, where are you?" You pushed through the crowd. "Dad!" 

You kept turning around in circles, feeling your heart beat faster and faster. You had no idea what was going on-

Then there was another blast, one far from you. People were falling on top of one another and you were being pulled by your hair until you finally broke free.

"Please-"

"____!" 

It was Peter. Your heart skipped a beat and you were forcing yourself free from the swarms of people. "Peter! Peter, I'm here! Peter?" You kept going, but you couldn't see anything, and it felt like you were suffocating, and there was something in the air, there was something in the air-

"Peter!" you shouted loudly, and then you tripped, and an arm went around your stomach and turned you around. "Peter."

"Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you said.

"Come here," he said. He took you to the balcony and you got on his back as he climbed up the side of the tower. 

"What's happening?" you asked.

"I don't know. I tried to find your dad, but he's suited up and evacuating people. I don't think anyone has answers." He got to the top and you kept your arms around his neck. "All I know is that getting you somewhere safe is my job right now."

"Says you or my dad?" you asked. When he didn't answer, but pried your hands apart, you walked to the front of him. "Says you or my dad?" you asked again.

He sucked in a deep breath. "Says... me."

You couldn't stop your smile.

There was another loud bang inside and you jumped. Peter wrapped his arm around you. "Come on, let's go," he said. He jumped off of the tower and fired a web, and then you were swinging.

He set you down at a safe distance and turned to go back.

"Wait, Peter!"

He turned around and you were reaching up, kissing him right on the lips. 

When you pulled back, you said, "I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

"I-I'm coming back," he stammered. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were pink, and this time, you noticed.

"Promise me," you whispered.

"I promise," he said.

"Okay. Keep that." You kissed him again. "Now go."

"O-Okay." He turned around and started to run, but then he stopped and looked at you and awkwardly stammered, "I-I'm sorry about your ruined birthday p-party! Okay, bye!"