QUENTIN BECK
Present traveling to the past

I stood in utter fear and shock as my hands were directing a gun at Peter. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was about to vomit everywhere.

I can't kill him.

I pointed the gun at Tony.

"You promised!" Peter wailed, "You promised you would save everyone before me!" My throat tightened painfully at the thought of our conversation from just days ago.

"If it comes down to it then swear that you'll save everyone else before me." Peter demanded.

"Peter, we don't trade lives, we're going to save everyone." I tried to convince him.

"Promise me, Quentin." He begged with red eyes, "You have to promise me that you'll save everyone else if it comes down to it. May, Ned, MJ, Happy, you. I want them all safe."

"You know I can't do that." I spoke softly and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Promise me, you owe it to me."

"Okay." I mumbled in a pained voice, "I promise."

"You promised Quin! You told me the right choice isn't always the easy choice, you prick!" Peter tried to get my attention again. I was staring at the hold Tony had on Peter. Killing Peter wasn't an option, promise be damned. Yet if I shot Tony he would never forgive me. Either way someone was going to die in this situation, so I sorted out all of my options.

1: Shoot Peter and have everyone he loves be devastated (including me).

2: Shoot Tony and have Peter despise me, then proceeding to lead him even farther down into the depression he had been hopelessly falling through. And even though I didn't want to think about it... I was beginning to be scared he might hurt himself if things got any worse.

3: Shoot myself and not have to make any decision at all (not my proudest thought) which would most likely end up with the three of us dying anyway.

Or 4: Find a way to kill Shadow.

"Make a decision before I kill them both." Shadow demanded and dug the gun further into my scalp and I shivered. After my childhood I was rarely ever phased by things, but when it came to Peter I was a mess at the first sign of him getting hurt.

I felt the ground shake even more and I could see civilians bolting down the streets with their screams piercing through the air. I looked down to see Happy staring at us with parted lips.

"Tony," I yelled in a pained voice, "I know you're in there! Listen to us." I tried to distract Shadow to buy some time as Happy ran up the stairs quietly with a gun tucked up his sleeve.

"Quentin, just kill me." Peter begged and his entire body was trembling, "I can't watch him die again, please."

"Tony," I tried again and pushed down the guilt bubbling up in my stomach, "Look at what you're doing to Peter. You know him." Tony looked down at him with a strained face but his grip didn't falter.

"Mr Stark please." Peter tried, knowing there was no way I could stick to my promise and kill him, "You were the one who gave me this suit, you're the reason I'm Spiderman." He whispered, "And I know that none of that has happened yet but listen to me-"

Tony stopped him mid sentence by using Peter's own web shooters to cover his mouth.

"Stop!" I screamed and subconsciously my thumb slid over the trigger that was pointed right at Tony. Peter vigorously shook his head back and forth while Shadow rumbled with laughter, enjoying our pain and letting us continue for his own sadistic entertainment. I grunted under my breath about how much I hated loving Peter before continuing, "Tony, do you remember Olivia?" His attention turned to me and his jaw clicked.

"Do you remember what happened between you two? What you did to her?" I asked and I could see his eyes soften, "Because I remember, I know everything quite clearly." I sighed, "Because I'm your son."

Tony's body stiffened and he stood frozen in his place.

It was no use.

"I thought that my previous plan was good but this one is so much more enjoyable." Shadow wiped a fake tear away from his eye, "And how ironic is it that it's Peter's own fault for figuring it out?"

"I'm going to shove my fist so far up your ass that it comes out of your throat." I seethed when Peter started to cry and Shadow reached his hand out to point mine at Peter.

"I wouldn't be so rude if I were you." He grinned, "I wonder what's more painful, hm? Killing your own boyfriend or killing your own father, then having to live with him hating you and himself at the same time?"

"He's no father to me." I hissed and Tony averted his gaze. It was like an internal battle he was having with himself. My attention traveled back to Peter who could barely breathe with the web covering his mouth. He had more tears pooling down his face than I'd ever seen before and a flash of pain shot through me at the mere sight. I felt tears threatening to escape my own eyes but tried to compose myself even though I was scared out of my mind, "What are you going to gain from this?" I choked.

"Revenge." He growled menacingly into my ear, "Tony killed all of my friends and family when he escaped captivity, he has to pay."

"Because they were all trying to kill him!" I yelled, "You're not going to bring them back to life by doing this."

His grip loosened slightly and I felt hope rise in my chest, "You know..." He trailed off before laughing hysterically at my optimism, "It's not that easy, magician."

"Why does everyone keep calling me a fucking magician?" I groaned and my breathing stopped when I saw Happy pointing a gun at Shadow from behind.

Shadow heard the click of a gun and turned around just in time for the bullet to go straight through his lips parted in shock. Before the gun he was holding against my head could drop, I caught it and shot him until all the bullets were gone as Happy screamed in fear and disgust, "What the hell is going on?!" My breathing came out uneven and I took pleasure in watching the blood pour out of his body.

He was right with all this 'he has to pay' bullshit. Shadow did have to pay.

I heard Peter scream and furiously turned around. Tony had fallen out of whatever trance he had been put in and slipped right down the gap in between the crumbling down building.

"Mr Stark!" Peter exclaimed, jumping down after him as I fell on my hands and knees to peer over the edge.

"Peter, you fool." I sighed and Happy shook next to me. I knew he had his webs to keep him from falling but my eyes widened as a chunk of the ceiling crashed down the gap. There was too much debris and dust for me to see past a couple feet in front of us and all I could do was stare with a blank expression on my face in utter shock. I blinked at the suddenness of it all.

"So are you and Spiderguy like dating or..." Happy mumbled and I couldn't even find it in myself to laugh.

"Yes, Spiderguy is my boyfriend."

PETER PARKER
Present traveling to the past

My web wrapped around Mr Stark and I grabbed his temporarily unconscious body before shooting another web to pull us back up. I got about halfway before the roof was hurdling down toward us and screamed, shoving Tony in one direction while I crashed to the other.

He smacked his head against the wall and woke up instantly, "What?" He heaved and squinted his eyes, "I- what?"

"Mr Stark!" I yelled and jumped over the hole, "We have to go, come on!" I helped him stand up as he panted and gazed at me with eyes full of confusion, "There isn't any time to explain we have to get out of here." I begged and he nodded. I swung us onto the ground and made sure he was safe before panicking.

Where's Quentin- and Happy?!

"I'll be right back!" I shouted but Mr Stark grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't go back up there, kid." He told me sternly, "You're going to get yourself killed."

I gave him a sad smile, "If you would die for someone, then there's a good chance that they'd die for you too."

I darted away and swung around the building as fast as I could, dodging each piece of debris that collapsed. At any second the entire thing would be destroyed.

"Quin!" I cried when I saw him at the top and ran as fast as I could to hug him.

"Peter, wait!" I collapsed against him with so much force that I ended up accidentally throwing us off the edge of the building.

I screamed and aimed my web at a billboard. Quentin's arms were holding me tightly against him since he was so startled. I held us up, not moving at all as we stared mindlessly as each other.

"You are the biggest idiot I have ever met." Quin muttered in exasperation and I couldn't help the fond grin that broke out onto my lips.

"I'm your idiot." I teased and he rolled his eyes.

"Damn right you are." He smirked and brushed my hair off of my forehead, leaning forward to kiss me.

He felt so good against me with his hands gripping my waist as our tongues collided. I felt his sinful hands travel toward my backside and I pushed him away slightly.

"I can feel your magic wand poking my thigh." I joked, giggling as he gasped before going to shove my shoulder.

"I do not have a bo-"

My fingers slipped and we went crashing onto the concrete with a groan, "Ouch."

"That was your fault." I narrowed my eyes, wincing in pain when I tried to stand up and my ankle hissed in protest.

"Are you okay?" Quentin quickly stood up and caught my wobbly figure in his arms before I could fall.

"Yeah I'm fine." I lied and ignored the burning pain rushing through me.

"You're just a terrible liar." He huffed and sat me down on the ground before inspecting the wound.

"Quin?" I mumbled after a while and he raised an eyebrow, "We did it." I whispered and smiled so widely it hurt, "We did it."

He chuckled and leaned down to nudge our noses together, "I told you that we don't trade lives. Everyone is safe because of you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a warm embrace, "I'm going to have to leave Mr Stark." I said in a small voice after a few moments.

"What if he came with us?" Quin suggested, wanting to make me feel better. I knew how he always had this compulsive need to wipe away all my problems and I adored him for it.

"The world needs him, that would be selfish." I murmured and buried my face into his chest, "It just sucks."

"I'm sorry, baby." He littered kisses along my jawline and I instantly felt somewhat better, shivering under his touch.

I love when he calls me that.

"At least you get to say a proper goodbye this time, even if it's not the same." He pointed out and rubbed the small of my back soothingly.

"That's true." I agreed and pouted when he pulled away to hoist me up. I slung an arm around his shoulder as we walked back to where I left Tony.

"I can't believe all of that just happened and your only real injury was from us falling off of a billboard." He mused and I had to laugh back at the grin pulling at his lips.

"Wait." I stopped in my tracks, "We forgot about Happy!"

A/N
This book is almost over and I'm so sad😭