The End of an Arc

A/N: ONE OF THE MOST FUN CHAPTERS I HAVE WRITTEN SO BUCKLE UP!

IT HAD BEEN A DAY since L/N's appearance and the news of The Shadow's return has already spread like wildfire across the city. Fury sat down on his chair, a trance awakening as he was left in deep thought. S.H.I.E.L.D databases could no longer find any more traces since that hectic night.

He stared at a recent article related to the topic.

'PROPOSED HUNT FOR THE SHADOW HAS NOW BEEN GIVEN GREEN LIGHT.'

He was frustrated.

Little did he know, his frustrations would only grow since then..

The sounds of distant scrambling and the loud alarms echoing through snapped him out of his thoughts, frantically standing up as he placed a hand on his holster. As he exits his doors, the loud noises got louder. Distant rapid shots as armed men raided the base.

"What the hell is going on here?" Fury voiced out on his comms, making way as he took down some armed men on the way. He was having some De Ja Vu from what Loki did to the Helicarrier. Yet, this was different. No Avengers now to defuse the situation. "I need an explanation now, stat."

"We've been hit!"

"Yeah, like I didn't see that already!?" Fury exclaimed as he blocked an attack, using his freehand to fire his pistol. A loud blast occurred while at it, creating a massive hole. More men entered and behind them, two people followed.

One with a white mask and the other masking a menacing grin.

As Flinchley made eye contact with Fury, his grin immediately fell, nodding at Mirrocc to go after him. L/N's clone immediately got to work, redoing Y/N's own superman punch. Fury took a step back as they now proceeded to a one on one battle.

Fury brought his legs up, attempting a kick. But to no use. Mirrocc caught it, using it as leverage to push him down. Fury landed on his back, losing his mobility as Mirrocc landed punches on his face. You could say, he took him down pretty easily.

Fury's face was plastered with blood, his collar was pulled and was now face to face with L/N's clown. "Where. Is. L/N?" He asked in a threatening tone, tightening his grip on the collar. You could feel the intense glare even from behind the mask.

Nick's head was still racked with thoughts, looking behind Mirrocc's head. The sounds of groaning and difficulty. The place was covered in fire, destruction. In Monveta's favorite words: Chaos.

"I said, Where is L/N?"

Nick took in some breaths, attempting to regain some strength as he glared at Mirrocc. "G....Go fuck yourself...." He grunted out, a tone of struggle yet bravery. Mirrocc saw it as patheticness.

L/N's clone let out an annoyed groan, bringing his arm back.

Last thing Fury saw, was darkness.

Before blacking out..

'BOARD APPROVED "SHADOW" HUNT HAS BEGUN.'

FURY'S EYES FLUTTERED slowly and gently. His ears only picking up an annoying sound of high frequency. Unconsciously letting out sighs as he placed both palms flat on a... bed of sorts? He was about to use most of his leftover strength for momentum before being pushed back down to the bed, releasing a small groan.

"Relax, boss.." Hill voiced. Nick's vision was a bit blurry, rubbing it in attempt to clear it's state. "You were knocked out cold..."

"How many did we lose?"

Hill sighed. "Too many." She explained, wincing at the thought. "It was either they died.... or they joined... Some of course did survive. A lot though are in pretty bad shape. Took most of our weaponry and aircrafts. We're shorthanded now, in gist."

"We were outgunned-"

"We were outBRAINED." Hill corrected. "L/N was right, he got some tricks up his sleeve."

Fury sighed, his vision was now getting clearer. He looked around the room, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Where's Romanoff?" He asked.

"Finding help..."

"L/N?"

"Still no trails. They got the whole NYPD on him..."

"Stark?"

"Still recovering from transplant.."

"Thor?"

"Out world."

"Banner?"

"I don't think it's safe for him to come to New York anymore.."

"Bar--"

"Look, they are all busy.. Director." Maria interrupted, having enough from the rapid questions. All Fury did was let out an exhausted breath, Hill noticed. "Just get some rest.. We'll find a way.."

"What about Rogers?"

--

THE COLD AND BUSY STREETS OF NEW YORK were in it's natural state. The loud rapid echoes of cars honking and the distant exclaiming. Basically New York for you, the usual. It was the day, the light giving visibility to even the smallest parts. A big city like this was always a target.

The city was quite vulnerable, the aftermath effect from the Battle of New York was still freshly crawling around their minds.

Monveta used it as advantage.

He has always learned to target the big markets, the big views. All of this for the attention. Once the bright lights are flashed onto him, he attacks in the way and form of convincing the audience.

The audience.

A very important factor to every single plan. It made sense. His attack on the Beverly Home, high class men and women found dead. The crashing of the masquerade ball, high powered men and women found dead. The dots we're always connected. It was a message.

The 'Eight' organization was made of separate parts. The Marionettist was the brain. Mirrocc would be the muscle. His men were the body. And soon, the city would be the heart.

Speaking on the audience, this is where The Madison Square Garden comes into play, one of the world's most famous arenas. Home to hold 20,789 people in town, it was enough for Monveta. The landmark famous due to it's history.

Little did they know, they were gonna be part of history.

A sold out crowd of men, women and children cheering as they awaited the upcoming event. The tunnels were silent, lifeless guards lying on the ground as '8' men stood still; a stifle state. Their backs straightening, the barrel of their guns resting on their palms as Monveta walked past them.

A smug smile seemed to be appearing.

A guard approaching his way as he was near the end of the tunnel, seemed to not have noticed the scene behind Monveta.

"I'm sorry sir, you are not perm--"

A loud gunshot was heard, some sudden gasps coming from the crowd. The cheering music seemed to stop as the adults unconsciously shifted to their curiosity. The guard dropped dead almost immediately.

Once Monveta was revealed, his men came down the stairs. Gun pointed at the audience as the crowd who was one cheery was now in horror. MSG was filled with now cries as adults held tight on their children.

His men tossing him a mic once he made his way through the center. The center of attention. The lights were now on him, he was in his first act of brightness.

'BRIDGES OF NEW YORK FALLEN FROM EXPLOSION.'

' OFFICERS TRAPPED UNDER DEBRI DURING HAUNT; THE SHADOW SUSPECTED'

It was not The Shadow. It was a biased suspicion.

" People of New York! This right here-- all of this- Could be yours! You want change, I want change! Change is only proceeded once a move has been summoned on thee. And today.. I have made that move."

"I have bombs, scattered around the city that we're mobile. Yes, 'we're'. People of this fine city, we are tired of the abuse and the corruption it has to offer! But now... boy will that change. With one small push, YOU will decide what the city is meant to be. YOU the people will decide what idealities and morals you will constitute. YOU... will all lead, but that won't happen with the right.... push."

The city watched the big screens. Monveta's speech appearing.

Agent Hill bit her nails, her eyes glued to the small screen in front of her.

Peter was in between May and Uncle Ben. Both of them embracing Peter tightly and protectively as they watched the speech.

" Police? Oh, how bitter those blokes will be. Interference will no longer be an issue. Oh yes, Money! Oh how numbers have ruined society nowadays... But to no worry, money will not mean power, Freedom shall overpower! So hug your close ones tight. Starting today, re-civilization will be conducted and a new civilization.. Will be born."

"THE TRUTH IS BURIED UNDERNEATH OUR WELL BEING. WE JUST HAVE TO REACH DOWN TO EMBRACE OUR TRUE COLORS." Monveta's voice echoed through the city. "WE WILL ALL STOP LOOKING FOR THE MONSTERS UNDER ARE BEDS WHEN WE REALIZE... IT WAS WITHIN US ALL ALONG.."

As he placed his mic gently down, the screams of fear only heightened. But to no worry as he casually walks away, his men trailing from behind. A smirk of mischief tempting to curl onto his lips.

Tensions were rising from both ends of the spectrum. We transition to Rikers Island, home of one of the largest and most dangerous prisons. Sounds of banging metal and loud grunts were heard inside each cell. Rumored to home over 8,000 of one of the most dangerous men and women.

The hall door automatically slides open, revealing a well-lighted hallway. The sound waves of dangerous yells got louder and louder on each step.

They have heard the speech through the small television provided. Let's just say, they were too excited..

"Get me the fuck outta here!"

"This is bullshit, Man!"

"Imma fuck you up once I get outta here!"

It was like their wishes were granted.

A small alarm goes off, immediately silencing each cellmate. They're eyebrows furrowing in confusion as they reluctantly stand up, all looking out the small window on their doors.

Their eyes widen when the doors all slide open, each of them slowly exiting. Sounds of cheer and madness echoing through. As they reach the outsides, guards and officers were lying on the ground, lifeless.

Once they look up, an armed group all gathered. The number '8' patched on their vests.

They all cheered loudly.

--

HIS PROMISE definitely came as overnight, no interference or road blocks were thrown at him in his way. He was a man of his word.

New York City, The so called 'City that never Sleeps' was now the 'City that will never dream'. The streets were unusually empty, they were more aggressive and hostile. With just the right push, things were already falling into his order.

After all, nothing was gonna stop them.

The low class men and women were making their ways.

Stores now were being raided.

Fires were being lit.

Cars were immediately destructed.

Police couldn't do anything about it since.... they were all trapped. The only current officers didn't have the courage to overthrow such power. It was too late. Monveta had his share of power.

But it was not enough.

On top of skyscraper, a man looked around his work. A smile curving on his lips. He was surrounded with armed men, protecting him. Monveta's life long plan was starting to take play.

No Hero to ruin his plan.

Just his legacy coming to fruition.

Everything was well set.

As a Marionettist, he did what he was supposed to do. Pull strings. Successfully if I may add. His men were highly trained. Using his experiences, he was able to use some HYDRA tactics during training. The hard work, it was all paying off.

But he had other plans. You can't make a civilization without building. That's where his other plan comes into play. A bomb carrying a six mile radius was created in goals to remove hope. He wanted to spread another message, to show people what it was like to have true despair.

To torture those who seek to find hope of retrieving the city's soul.

In a farther place of New York, a feminine figure walks down the alley. The heels grinding with the rough concrete ground.

Piles of trash scattered on the side.

She came to a halt, stopping midway as she looked around the alley. Taking her hood off, it revealed a familiar type of red hair. She took the time to take in the setting. She has seen destruction from aliens due to the Battle of New York. But she has never thought a whole rogue society would've done such difference.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the sounds of a metal door clicking. She snapped her head to the direction of the sound, slowly making her way in, making sure to shut the door closed behind her. She made her way down the steps, each step made an echo. The walls were slightly compressed, sign of unimportant use of sorts.

Her feet landed on flat ground, she looked around the room. Her paranoia was kicking in, inspecting every little detail.

"Agent Romanoff." A voice sternly greeted. His figure coming out of the dark. Blonde hair, muscular build. "Nice to see a familiar face in times like these." Rogers remarked, his hands in his pockets.

Nat pressed her lips together, hard enough to form a small smile. She took a few steps forward, a table in the middle of the room. Three stools, currently two in the room.

Both of them quirking their eyebrows.

But every question must be answered as a figure comes out of the shadows..

A man stepped closer. His face was clean, no beard. A small smile curving onto his lips.

"Y/N?" Rogers confusingly asked, his brows were furrowing.

The skies were gloomier than usual. Less people wanted to go out and the fear factor was just too much of a risk. The ripped American flags were all scattered around the city. Stores shutting down as man flipped a sign to 'closed.'

But then, every monitor around the city glitched. From the television screens to even the big screen of Time Square. For a nano second, the screen went blank before revealing a dark figure. He was hidden beneath the shadows, a small light reflecting from above.

"I don't have much time, this city has had enough. Last year, a man came down from the galaxy in hopes to rule. We stopped him. But now, it's different. I know there are some people out there who don't trust my work, and I understand that..."

The tunnels were dark as police officers squeezed their knees tight on their chest. They haven't seen the light in such a long time. They were snapped out of their trance when a small reflection of light flashed onto them.

"...But one thing you have to understand is, I may work in the shadows... But I do it to serve the light. I know we are going through tough times. But right now, we need to be stronger than ever. One thing I never gave up on was hope. Hope is being able to see that there is light despite the darkness...."

The officers placed a hand above the skies, the light was too bright for their eyes. But a smile was tempting to curve on their lips.

"...Together we will get through this, Together we stand, Together we will fight for what is right! From the time of darkness we will rise to the light! Together we unite!"

The officers roared in cheer as they hear the echoing voice throughout the city.

"You don't need a cape or a suit to be a hero, It's the heart that defies us and strengthens us to do good. So from one hero to another, Let's all do this together.."

Monveta clenched his jaw as the his small television shut off. His chin rested on his fist while his elbows were resting on the side arm of the couch.

Small footsteps were heard.

"What do we do now?" Mirrocc asked.

Monveta looked over his shoulder, gritting his teeth.

"We fight."

--

IT WAS ALREADY NIGHT as Monveta's men and himself gathered around the streets of time square. Former S.H.I.E.L.D quinjets hovered around the sky, small circles of light were now being dragged around the city.

In the distance, a dark figure watched from above. His H/C hair waving with winds as he held on to his mask, crouching. He placed his index finger on his earpiece while he watched it play out.

"I'm in position."

As the words rolled out of his mouth, groups of police officers were now walking towards The Eight. On the frontline, The commissioner approaching slowly. His hands slightly shaking with the gun on his hand.

Monveta rolled his eyes in amusement. These were the people who was supposed to take him down?

He waved his hands over in sign. "Open Fi--" A loud bang interrupted him as their tank blew up, flipping in the process. A zip line firing as The Shadow dropped to the ground. As his feet landed on the ground, the Black Widow and Cap appearing behind him, walking side by side.

Now it was a battle.

Monveta cracked his neck, walking up to his frontline, gesturing his men to follow.

It was war.

When Monveta pulled out his gun, firing it in the air, both groups now ran at eachother. Screams of glory unconsciously escaping their lips as they fought. Cap swept an incoming person's foot, ramming his shield onto someone.

The Cops were holding their own now with their newfound hope.

Romanoff did her thing.

As the battle was happening The Shadow and The Marionettist eyed eachother. Both leading their way on the opposite side. This was a fight, a fight for the soul of the city.

Monveta threw a dagger which The Shadow barely dodged. As he did so, Monveta swung his arms back who was attempting a punch. When his fist were about to land, a grip of his wrist stopped his momentum as he was kicked flat on the ground.

Monveta grunted, flipping back onto his feet. The Shadow pulled out pair of swords, rhythmically swinging it. The Marionettist smirked, pulling out a sword of his own that Y/N didn't notice in the first place. The Marionettist swung first, but was blocked. Another sword was coming at him, forcing him to spin his way out.

He pointed the tip towards Y/N who was locking in on Monveta behind his mask. He did not want to waste this opportunity. This time, Y/N started on the offensive side. Swing after swing they both blocked each other's attacks.

As Y/N swung, Monveta saw an opening, kicking Y/N sword out of his hands. A smirk curving onto his lips as the sounds of roars were heard around. Both roles switched as now Monveta was on the offensive side. A sword coming onto Y/N who blocked it. Instead of continuing the fight, he pushed the sword down. Both men grunting at they used their strengths to either push or pull.

Little did Monveta know, it was just a diversion. Y/N used his off leg to kick Monveta, his head crashing down to the floor as his side foot made impact.

As a sigh of relief escaped Y/N's mouth, he felt a bullet fly by his face, merely hitting him. He snapped his head towards the direction of the shot, his tracing the shooter.

Mirrocc.

Both of them running towards each other, both men with a goal to one up the other. Y/N attempted a sweep but Mirrocc merely jumped, dodging the attack. As Y/N turned, he was sent flying, crashing onto a glass window as he landed on his back.

He immediately flipped back to see Mirrocc, a hand to hand battle taking into play.

Block after block from each swing earning a grunt from both men. They were in sync, their shots were simultaneous. It was not gonna be an easy fight. Mirrocc kicked Y/N onto a wall, his arms swinging back before attempting to land a punch.

Y/N however, ducked. Mirrocc's hand crashing onto the wall creating a hold as sand like particles fall onto the ground. The Shadow's eyes widen a bit, a little surprised he was able to keep up with that type of strength.

Mirrocc grunted pointing a finger at Y/N. "You see all this? This was supposed to be all you.." He waved onto the direction of the ongoing battle.

A shield flying back back to Steve's arms.

Nat wrapping her legs around someone's neck as she fired some shots.

"Imagine the endless possibilities if you just cooperated... This city was supposed to be yours.." Mirrocc remarked, pulling his mask away as Y/N's own face was revealed, pointing at himself. "This was supposed to be you."

Y/N slowly shook his head, pulling his mask. "You know. You may have the same face as me, Same DNA as me... But you will never be me..." As the words came out of his mouth, he swung his arms back. His attack blocked from a smirking Mirrocc.

"You know, I exactly know every move you do right--" He grunted as he felt a tip quickly impaling on his abdomen.

"Not this one... Damn, I wish I had done that sooner." Y/N mumbled to himself, slowly placing Mirrocc on the ground. As much as Mirrocc was in pain, a smug smile was appearing on his lips. Y/N's eyebrows quirked. "What?"

Mirrocc lightly chuckled. "You're too late.."

"For what?" The L/N questioned.

"A bomb..." He flipped his wrist, opening a lid that revealed a timer. "It carries a 6 mile radius...No diffusing it... A truck is currently on it's way...We will always be.. One step ahead..."

Y/N pulled out the dagger, allowing Mirrocc to lose some blood. The clone's head started to get light headed. His mouth mumbling words that Y/N couldn't catch on.

"Hail...Hymrmda.."

Y/N snatched the timer, a sigh releasing as he watches Mirrocc's eyes close shut. No pulse, No breath. He places his index finger on his comms his hands were a bit shaky. "Nat, get me a quinjet."

"Already done it." Nat answered, a reflecting on the road which Y/N followed. The quinjet door opened as it hovered slightly above the ground. Y/N placed both palms flat on the door, pushing himself inside the jet.

As soon as he sat down the jet, a truck just zoomed by. That was it.

"Nat, get down the jet."

"W-What, why?"

"I need you to evacuate, get the people out of the buildings. We got a a bomb, Six-Mile." Y/N started to explain, scrambling to get to his seat. "Once I have made contact with it, I'm gonna set a course over the ocean. Autopilot."

"Uhm, bad news. This one isn't up to date. It might have a faulty course--"

"Then I'll do it manually." He answered a small sigh mixing in as he pressed his lips together. His hand on the wheel.

"What!?" Nat exclaimed. "No! That's insane--"

"Were wasting time, you have to get out now!"

"No! There has to be another way!"

"Nat! The clock is ticking! There is no other way.... Please.." Y/N softly spoke at the end, tossing Nat his mask. "..It'll be over sooner if you just do it.."

Nat pursed her lips together before reluctantly nodding as she hopped off the jet. A small sigh of regret as she watched the jet fly away, gripping onto Y/N's mask tightly.

"You better not die..." Nat mumbled. Her head now focused onto Steve who was laying on the ground. Nat ran over to him, quickly picking him up. "We have to get them out of those buildings..."

---

THE SHADOW was now In pursuit of the truck. A few vehicles were right beside it, in goals of guarding the shipment. Shots firing as Y/N flicked a switch, a gun dropping below as it rapidly fired.

The jet swinging as it dodges narrow spaces.

He eyed the timer.

6 : 04

He took a sharp turn, a small grunt escaping his lips. As he followed in pursuit, missiles aiming right at the jet as it fired. At least seven of them.

This forced Y/N to change course. Pulling the sticks up, the jet pointed upwards as the missiles followed. Swerving turns to force them to hit the buildings instead.

One down.

Two down.

And then the rest followed. A small sigh escaping as he had sights on the truck, pushing forward.

3 : 02

Y/N's eyes widened. He didn't realize how much time flew by. The truck turned, now facing the quinjet. Y/N held down a button, rapid shots firing which made the truck take another sharp turn.

The quinjet turned, now taking a shortcut.

As he made it on the other end, he was now faced with the truck. Flipping some switches, the gun was now replaced with a missile, firing it at the front.

This caused the truck to flip. The front now completely destroyed. Y/N quickly landed the quinjet, making his way over to the truck.

1 : 57

Wasting no time, he opened the backdoor as he dragged along his cable, quickly hooking it to the bomb. The adrenaline was now rushing through his veins.

1 : 27

The quinjet pulled away, dragging the bomb as it crashed onto the floor. Y/N grunting as he pulled the stick.

People of New York now watching the scene from their television sets.

He struggles a bit as the jet flies above the city, buildings on the way but not obtaining enough power to control it.

0 : 59

He was near the edge of the city, a struggling breath. The waters were now clear and visible as he grits his teeth.

The big screens of time square were now showing, they have finally handled the men. Cap's eyes were glued to the screen while Nat was internally praying.

0: 27

Flying over, he has finally made his way past the beach. He was now soaring above the waters. The figure of the jet was now disappearing from people's sights.

Nat sucked in a deep breath, her heart now thumping as she watches it fade away from clear sights.

Y/N SLOWLY BLINKED, accepting his fait. He took in what his eyes could see. The waters were beautiful, the skies were so peaceful as it was fading to a morning. A small smile tempting to curve onto his lips.

He pressed two buttons, a sound of clicking.

0 : 05

0 : 04

0 : 03

0 : 02

0 : 01

0 : 00

Police cheered, the bomb didn't detonate the city.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May sighed in relief, hands on their heart.

Peter stayed put, his eyes still glued to the television.

Steve dropped his shield.

Nat closed her eyes shut, tightly gripping the mask.

SMALL GRUNTS WERE HEARD from Steve and Nat's comms, both looking at eachother in surprise. "Er- Can someone pick me up? My parachute's about to land on the water.." Y/N asked, earning shocked looks from both Cap and Romanoff.

"Wait, how?-"

"Did I eject?" Y/N finished Nat's sentence. "You told me the autopilot was faulty, doesn't mean there was no autopilot. I set it on course for the last few seconds while I ejected.."

"L/N, you sick son of a--"

"No.. Don't even finish it, Cap." Y/N lightly chuckled. "But seriously can you fetch me?"

Steve snickered. "Yeah, Nat just called in somebody. No problem..."

---

Y/N SLOWLY WALKED to the balcony, resting his arms on the railing. A sigh of relief escaping his breaths as he looked over the beautiful view. It had already been a day so the thoughts were still fresh on his mind. Heels clicking made him snap out of his trance, a small smirk curving onto his lips.

"How may I assist you, Romanoff?"

Nat lightly chuckled. "Just checking in on you." She laid her arms on the cold metal railing. Y/N snickered at her remarks.

"Oh, yeah? Since when did you care?"

"Never said I didn't." She answered, making Y/N raise an eyebrow as he turned to Romanoff. A small smirk appearing on her lips before Y/N shrugged it off.

"So... Washington? What's that gonna be like?"

Nat shrugged, slowly shaking her head. "Something fresh, It's near the new S.H.I.E.L.D base." She explained, earning a small nod from the L/N. "So... Retirement? Again?"

Y/N looked over to Nat, a thought comes into mind. "Actually, I change my mind." Romanoff was taken back by this remark, Y/N noticed. He chuckled. "What? Why not? Retirement was really boring."

Nat suddenly pulled Y/N into a tight embrace. Y/N's eyes widen a bit, a little shock, but he slowly wrapped his arms around her back. His chin now resting ontop of her head. The small scent of perfume was taking over his sense of smell, and he loved it.

"What are you gonna do now?" Romanoff's voice was muffled, still in the embrace. Y/N thought about it, before his eyes lit up.

"I might say goodbye to someone real quick."

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POST CREDITS SCENE

PETER WAS looking out his window. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were working on some catering service for those who's family suffered after that traumatic event. Firetrucks parked outside and Clean up services were all over the place.

A small sigh escaping his lips. Aunt May and Ben said that a new babysitter was coming, he didn't like that. He wanted Jakob more. When the door knocked, he slumped, slowly making his way to the door.

When he opened the door, no one was outside. His brows furrowing in confusion before quickly closing it back. When he turned his heels, his eyes widened.

"Jakob!" Peter exclaimed as he run over to Y/N. A small smile appearing as he hugged tightly on Y/N's legs. Y/N's eyes were tempting to tear as he rubbed on Peter's head. "Mr. Jakob--"

"Actually, Pete, I got something to tell you.." Y/N softly spoke as he cleared his throat, crouching down so he could go eye level with the young Parker. Judging from Peter's eyes, he was nervous, making Y/N chuckle. "No , No. You're not in trouble. I actually have to tell you something. Uhm, look, I have to go somewhere. A little far away."

Peter's jaw dropped, tears were slowly pouring out. "W-What? B-But-- No! Don't go!" He embraced Y/N again in a tight hug, quietly sobbing as Y/N patted his back. "Where- Where are you going?"

"Washington... I finally got a job." Okay, tears were now definitely falling from Y/N's eyes. They locked in on their tight embrace. "I'm.... I'm gonna miss you, Pete."

Peter slowly pulled away, he still sobbed. Y/N placed both thumbs under Peter's eyes, wiping away the tears. "Don't cry, Pete. Just don't forget about me please? Don't forget what Uncle Ben told you. What great power comes....?"

"...Great responsibility." Pete slowly smiled before pulling Y/N into a tight hug. Both now quietly sobbing. "Can you at least stay for one last time? Play ? Eat?"

Y/N nodded, patting the young boy's back.

"Of course, Pete..... Of, Course..."

They stayed onto that embrace for a long time. They were definitely gonna miss eachother. The embrace was emotional, both hoping when they can cross paths again. But for now, It was goodbye.

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A/N: AH! Cried a bit on that last part!

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