DRAWING CREDIT TO pinkpipedream

PETER PARKER
Present traveling to the past

I groaned as I landed in a tree, branches scrapping my skin and leaves getting stuck in my hair as I climbed down cautiously.

"Ouch." I grumbled.

I looked around, having no idea where I was. It was flooded with so many trees that I could barely see anything. I jumped when I heard a crashing sound and I got ready to attack the intruder until I came face to face with Quentin.

"Holy shit." He breathed, "That was intense."

"Quentin," I whined, "I told you to stay back there! Why didn't you listen to me?"

He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants, "It's my responsibility to make sure that you're safe. Plus May told me to." He argued.

"How is that your responsibility?" I narrowed my eyes into slits, "I'm not a baby."

He ignored my agitated expression and cupped my cheeks with his warm hands, "You're my baby." He grinned with a cheeky smile.

I pushed him away and sighed, annoyed with him, "Could you stop breathing down my neck for five minutes?" I ranted, "You keep treating me like some damsel in distress when I can take care of myself."

He looked hurt but masked it quickly, "I know you can usually handle yourself, Peter. You're strong and I admire that. But just yesterday you were a mess over your Aunt May. For good reason of course, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you were. And you haven't been in a good place with everything that's been going on and it's affecting the way you'd usually react." He tried to explain but I shook my head, still mad.

I knew he was right. And that just made me more angry.

"I'm literally fine, so just fuck off, ok?" I demanded, "I don't need saving, especially from you."

His calm exterior sooner turned into an aggravated one but he clenched his fists, trying to swallow it down, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I pushed his chest and stared at him dead in the eyes, "You know exactly what that means." I scowled.

He gripped my hands on his chest and held them with a harsh grasp, "Don't talk to me like that." He deadpanned. I tried to pry myself away from him but he held me in place.

"Let go." I glared, "I said let go!" He didn't let go.

I shoved him against one of the trees and he quickly turned the tables, pushing me against the opposite one, "I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but you better quit it right now." He warned. I kneed him in the gut since he was pinning my hands above my head and he let out a grunt, clutching his stomach, "What the fuck Peter!" He yelled.

My own stomach instantly filled with regret and guilt and I reached out to touch him but he yanked himself away from me, "I-I'm sorry." I mumbled, "I didn't mean that." He just scoffed and backed away even more.

"If I'm such a burden to you then maybe I shouldn't have come here after all, seeing as you don't give a single fuck about me." He muttered with a blank look on his face.

"No, I'm glad you came." I whispered. But that was half a lie. I wanted him here for my own selfish benefit, but I wanted him to go for his own safety. I knew that if something happened to me, which it probably would, that he'd do anything to protect me. Even if he ended up getting himself killed for it.

And even if he really was annoying me today it didn't matter because I couldn't live in a world without Quentin Beck.

"I take you for a lot of things but a liar wasn't one of them." He scoffed. I inched closer toward him, desperate to soothe both of our anger with my touch but he shoved me away just like I did with him moments before.

"Quentin, please." I whimpered but he ignored me and sighed, running his fingers through his hair in annoyance.

"God, Peter. Why did you have to be so pretty?" He groaned and gently pushed my back against another tree, "I can't even be mad at you when you're making that face." I slid my arms around his neck, trying to ignore the blush that burned my cheeks, "There you go doing it again." He moaned and cradled me into his arms. He held me for a minute before placing a loving kiss on my forehead.

"I really am sorry." I apologized, exhaling, "I'm just really stressed out with everything that's been going on. I need you so much that it hurts. And I love you with all of my heart." I nudged my nose against his and a smile tugged at those lips of his that I could never get enough of.

"I'm sorry too. I don't mean to breathe down your neck so much, I just have this compulsive need to make sure that you're safe all the time. I don't know what I'd do without you." He admitted. I tightened my grip and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips moved together slowly while he squeezed my hips and pushed our bodies together.

"As much as I love this we should really get going." He sighed and I pouted before burying my face into his neck.

"No." I whined and he chuckled before moving away, much to my protest.

"How are we going to get out of here exactly? We can't see anything and we could be miles away from the edge of this forest." He noted.

I grabbed hold of a branch and used a foot to push myself up, "Hey, what are you doing?" He grabbed my waist so that I had to stop climbing.

"Climbing this tree." I commented in duh tone, "This way we can get a better look and know which direction we should go in."

Quentin hesitantly nodded and let go. As I ascended up the tree I could feel his gaze on my ass and I turned around with a smirk, "We really need to hurry up and if you get a boner then we'll never get out of here." I joked. Well, it wasn't really a joke. But I said it in a joking tone while his cheeks flushed. It was always so cute when he blushed, which was rare. Because he was a big and tough guy who pretended like he owned the place and nothing got to him. I was the only person who really understood him and his emotions.

Once I finally made it to the top of the tree I squinted and looked around to figure out which way to go, "We need to go to the left!" I yelled down so that Quentin could hear me. It looked about a mile away but there was a road where we could probably hitchhike if we came across anyone generous enough. I gazed down and felt my nerves tingling.

I hate heights.

I slowly scooted down the tree and tried to ignore the fear rushing through my veins. I got about halfway before slipping. I let out a yelp and dropped to the bottom. I saw Quentin reaching out for me for a split second before crashing onto the dirt.

"Shit." He swore with a concerned look on his face, "That would've been really romantic if I caught you."

I groaned from the impact but couldn't help chuckling, "That's so cliche." He reached out a hand and helped me up as I grunted from the pain but sucked it up anyway, "We need to go that way." I pointed and he nodded.

We walked for about fifteen minutes before we finally made it to the road. A few cars drove by before a truck finally stopped and the man inside rolled his window down, "Where are ya headed to?" He spoke with a thick accent.

"Stark Towers." I answered and his face turned into a surprised but confused expression.

"Why would y'all want to go to a weapon distributin' company?"

I turned to Quentin with a shocked look on my features and his face hardened, "Pardon me Sir, but what year is it?" I asked softly.

He gave me a weird once over before responding, "It's 2009, son." He replied, "You sure ain't lookin like y'all are from around here, huh?"

I gripped Quentin's shoulder in fear, "Of course it wasn't going to be this easy." He whispered to himself while I gulped.

"I'm from Queens and we're going to see, um, Happy Hogan. He's my uncle." I lied and tried to sound as convincing as possible. Quentin always told me that I'm a horrible liar but he hadn't said a word throughout our entire conversation so it was up to me.

But I suppose the man was stupid enough to believe me, "Now that makes more sense." He chuckled, "Well I'm headin' in that direction. You boys hop in." He told us. I mumbled out a simple thank you and pushed Quentin into the car. He was surprisingly quiet.

"Mr Stark and I haven't even met yet in this year." I whispered to him, "What are we going to do?"

Quentin rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand comfortingly, "It'll be alright, we'll figure it out. He's a smart man, as soon as we get there we can explain it to him and I bet he'll understand." I nodded, still worried but relaxed my head against his shoulder. It was quiet for a while before the man decided to speak up again.

"It sure is a shame what happened to that Tony Stark." He said with a sad sigh, "I was never fond of the guy. He seems like a really jerk who's full of himself, but going into captivity? Now that sure is somethin'." He grunted.

"Captivity?" I gasped with wide eyes, "What do you mean he's in captivity?"

The man laughed before realizing I was being serious, "Y'all really are an odd pair. Stark's been in captivity for almost three months now. I'm bettin' he's dead."

I squeezed Quentin's hand so hard that he winced in pain but I barely noticed, "So you're telling me that no one knows where he is?" I asked nervously, trying not to panic.

"Nope." He grunted, popping the P.

"We're so screwed." Quentin mumbled, throwing his head back against the headrest.

A/N
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If you haven't seen Ironman 1 then the next few chapters might be a little bit confusing so I recommend watching it if possible.