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QUENTIN BECK
Present

Peter crossed his arms and glared at me. "I'm still mad at you, but I need to take down this crazy Shadow first, and I need your help."

I gazed down at him fondly, ignoring the aching pain in my nuts from his knee me when I tried to kiss him. I agreed. I would do anything to make it up to him.

"So," he fumbled around with his hands awkwardly, "my plan got ruined so I'm not sure what to do now."

"MJ is upstairs and I already told her what's going on. I'll make sure Shadow doesn't go upstairs and you can get her out."

He twiddled his thumbs together. "What happens if he figures out what's going on?" He paused, "I don't know if I can even trust you."

I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Peter, I swear on my life that I will never intentionally hurt you again. I know you don't want to and I don't even deserve it but right now we have to work together."

He didn't look fully convinced but still nodded anyway. "Okay," whispered in a voice so small I could barely even hear it. "I'll trust you, but only for today."

I grinned down at him and silently rejoiced at the slight progress I was making.

Once we're out of here I can finally explain everything.

He shot a web onto the ceiling and started to slowly crawl toward the flight of stairs while being as quiet as possible. I couldn't help but stare at his behind as he skillfully climbed up. I bit my lip and tried to calm down my buzzing mind. Not that Peter and I ever went that far, but I still couldn't find myself being even remotely attracted to anyone ever since I met him. So I hadn't gotten any in a while.

I shook my head away from my sinful thoughts. I shouldn't be allowed to think about things like that and especially now right now of all times.

Once he was out of my sight I began to feel uneasy. I knew he could handle himself but I always found myself worrying about him fretting about his well-being. Even if it wasn't on the rational side of things.

Yet this particular feeling in my gut was different than the usual concerned one. This one made me feel like bile would come rushing out of my throat any second and my suspicions were proved to be true when I heard a troubling scream from upstairs.

Peter.

Shadow was upstairs- why hadn't we thought of that in the first place?!

I darted up the stairs as fast as possible, faster than I'd ever ran in my entire life. I slammed the door where MJ was open and found her on the floor. The chair had been pushed down so that her face was pushing against the ground, hands still tied behind her back and legs bound to the chair. The side of her head had a hint of blood trickling down it but I barely even noticed.

I frantically looked everywhere else around the room. "Where's Peter?" I panted. She didn't respond and I yanked up chair harshly. In my panic I ended up accidentally slamming the chair onto the ground, just on the opposite side, knocking her unconscious instantly.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I shouted. I ran out of the room and my eyes practically bulged out of my head with how quickly I was looking around.

I heard a loud bang accompanied by a scared yelp ring out into the air. I flew toward where the sound was coming from.

They're on the roof- how did they manage to do that?

I heard another crash and a groan of pain from Peter and I grabbed a chair next to the window and smashed the glass to get out. Not sure why I didn't just open it.

I leaned out of the window, glass shards digging into my skin but I couldn't feel the pain over the adrenaline rushing throw my veins. My hands gripped the edge of the roof and I used my feet that were balancing on the top of the window to pull me up.

Peter's eyes met with mine briefly before he tore his gaze away. Blood was smeared across his pretty face and I saw his thin frame trembling under Shadow's gaze. All I saw was red.  He whimpered as I saw him get thrown onto the ground painfully.

I felt nothing but anger as I looked up to see... Ironman? Or his suit at least.

"W-Why are you d-doing this?" he choked.

He's trying to stall!

The head of the suit lifted up to reveal Shadow as he rumbled with laughter. "Tony Stark was the greatest mass murderer in history. He ran a weapon manufacturing company- he killed millions!" he raged.

I discreetly climbed toward the opposite side of the roof so he couldn't see me coming. I climbed up to sneak behind him but froze when Shadow turned around to see me.

"Mysterio!" Shadow chuckled from inside of the armor. "Glad to see you came to join in on the fun!" He walked toward us as Peter scooted back quickly in fear.

This means war.

I glanced at Peter again to see his eyes full of tears that he was trying to hold in while he struggled to get up. The sight of him in pain and Ironman (even though it wasn't actually Tony) combined into the biggest bloodlust imaginable.

"You want to get a couple hits in?" he chuckled and grabbed Peter by the back of his suit as he struggled in his grasp, presenting him in front of me like he was a meal.

I stalked toward them as Shadow watched in anticipation and excitement.

I punched Shadow right across the face and he stumbled back in surprise, dropping Peter to the ground.

"Are you okay?" I rushed out in concern and checked him for any serious injuries, tilting his head side to side and scanning over his body.

"I'm feeling fantastic." He panted, words dripping with sarcasm. I reached down to pull him up when he screamed and pulled both of us to the side.

Right next to us, the roof of the room was gone.  He used the Repulsors inside of the suit to shoot at me again but I quickly dodged it and pulled Peter behind the structure on the roof in an attempt to keep him safe.

"That was a mistake." He snickered. I charged toward him and dodged every fire he attempted to throw at me. When I got toward him I threw a punch. "Ah!" I hissed.

The suit is made of iron. Right.

He laughed from inside and shoved me onto the floor, lifting his fist to punch me but before he could Peter tackled him to the ground.

I tried to hold him down while Peter wrapped webs around the thrusters on the suit but Shadow used them to slide out of our grasp before he could finish.

Shadow glided above us and if looks could kill, all of us would be dead from just the tension. He lifted his arm to shoot at us again and I grabbed Peter, pulling him out of the way and behind me.

"You're actually foolish enough to protect him?" He scoffed, "you're not as smart as I took you for.

He shot out six tiny missiles from the back of his suit but Peter wrapped a web around my waist and dragged us onto the other side of the building.

"I'm not foolish." I seethed, "you're just a coward. You're using the suit of the man you hate to kill us?"

"Yeah!" Peter chimed in, "you're just a bad guy!"

If we had the time I definitely would've taken it to 'aww' at how adorable he is.

"What do you call this? Love?" He chuckled and slowly began to walk toward us. Again, I pushed Peter behind me but this time he struggled to get in front. I didn't let him.

"Yeah." I deadpanned, "I do. I love him in a way the likes of you would never understand." Peter's fingers tightly gripped my arm as he shook in fear and suspense.

He looked taken aback by my answer and pretended to contemplate it. "How touching. It'll be so sad to see such a love story end."

Peter shot a web over his face to cover his eyes as Shadow stumbled back in surprise. He then shot five more at him but these ones looked different.

"Karen? Are those all the web grenades?"

I looked at him weirdly. Karen? Who is he talking to... Did Shadow make him hit his head or something?

He stood still for a few seconds before shooting one more and looked up at me shyly. "She's my suit lady, she's like EDITH. I named her Karen."

I leaned my hand up to cup the side of his face but he gasped. "We might want to get out of here before those go off!"

Shadow struggled to pull them off as Peter and I jumped down the crack he had made on the ceiling that led down to where MJ was. "What happened to her?!" Peter gasped. "I'm going to kill that guy for hurting her!"

I shuffled around awkwardly, both jealous and shameful. "Yeah... screw him."

We pulled an unconscious MJ out of the chair as one of the 'web grenades' went off. Peter yelped, pulling my body against his with MJ slung over my shoulder as he crashed through a window with webs around the three of us.

Explosions went off behind us and I felt a lick of fire graze against the back of my neck as Peter reached the ground. I stared at him, breathless as we both took in whatever the hell had just happened.

"So," he shuffled his feet around and refused to make eye contact with me, "I guess you really do love me..."

I placed MJ on the ground gently, more out of obligated curtesy than giving a shit before pulling him into a hug. He sobbed and his little hands balled my shirt into knots as his tears wet my shirt. I held him as tightly as I could against my body and kissed the top of his head.

He grabbed my face and entranced me with a kiss oozing out love and passion. He felt like heaven. And it was perfect even with our busted up lips and metallic taste lingering between us from the blood.

He pulled away. "It's still too soon," he mumbled before pulling me into another quick kiss. "But I'm going to let myself be a lovesick idiot for a few more minutes."

I smiled into the kiss and he did the same, losing ourselves in each other. Breathless, we rested our foreheads against one another as I focused on his beautiful, captivating eyes.

"Peter, I have so much explaining to do," I whispered and lost myself inside his pretty eyes. "The last time you saw me... that wasn't me."

A/N
I did a ton of research on Ironman's suit, Spiderman's and Mysterio's so all the descriptions are accurate to the actual movies.