Warning: Tranquilizer gun, Broken glass

(Y/n/n) meaning Your nickname

Previously:

Turning around to walk back to him, something seemed off. 'What was it?' You thought.

Present:

Taking a couple of steps towards the living room, your precognition activated. You gasped causing the glass cup and napkin to fall to the ground. The cup shattered into pieces. In your vision you saw two men with guns heading towards your apartment. "Oh god.." you said quietly to yourself.

The shattered glass made Peter jump up from his seat. He saw your expression and how frightened you looked. Almost as if you saw a ghost. His spider senses didn't go off because he was too busy trying to pay attention to you.

"(Y/n) are you alright? Is something wrong?" He started to ask but before he could continue, you jumped over the glass and ran over tackling him to the ground. "Get down!" You yelled as the men bursted through the doorway.

You were on top of him at the moment and rolled off quickly standing up at your feet. You got ready to attack and moved towards one of the men when the other shot your neck. Peter saw and quickly stood trying to fight the man who shot you.

Trying to maintain your balance, you leaned on a nearby wall and faced the other man in front of you. You tried to fight but the drug was making you tired. He grabbed you and slammed you right into the mirror that was hanging on the wall making it shatter.

The pieces fell on the ground and you managed to get a cut on your cheek. You were trying your best to keep your eyes open and he grabbed your throat. "Where is Steve Rogers" the guy demanded. By the pressure he was putting on you, it was making your eyes close faster no matter how much you were fighting.

When Peter knocked out the other guy, he quickly grabbed the one holding you and yanked him off. You fell to the ground unconscious. Peter fought the guy for a bit before using his own tranquilizer gun on the guy.

It made him fall asleep quick and with that Peter ran over to you. Placing two of his fingers on your neck, he checked for a pulse and luckily you had one. He picked you up gently like a bride and carried you over to the couch.

After placing you down, he looked around to see if there was rope to tie the men together but there wasn't. Noticing your phone (not the burner one) on the table, he opened it up. He thought it was weird how it didn't have a password like everyone else's.

Scanning through the contacts, the first one he came across was a person named Wolv. He had no clue who that was but called anyway. You were unconscious and he was starting to worry.

When he answered, at first the guy on the other line was confused to the fact of why Peter would have your phone. It wasn't until after Peter explained what had happened that he said he was on his way.

•< Time Skip to when Logan arrives >•

A motorcycle was heard shutting off outside then not a minute later, Logan appeared at the doorway. "Hey Kid." He said to Peter. "I'll deal with the men. You take her to her bedroom. Make sure she's comfortable before she wakes up. If it's a tranquilizer dart that punctured her, then I'll check it when I'm all done here. Now go." He stated and started to grab the men.

Peter nodded his head and picked you up the same way he did before. Walking down the hallway, he looked at the door to the right and it read (Y/n/n)'s Room. Nudging the door open with his foot, he walked in. (The picture of your room below.)

'Woah.. her room is a bit bigger than mine.' Was what Peter thought in his mind as he made his way over to your bed. He placed you down and covered you with your blanket. He was trying to make you feel as comfortable as he could.

After that, he sat at the edge of your bed waiting till you woke up. That was when Logan closed the front door and came to (Y/n)'s doorway. He stood there for a minute watching both you and Peter. Logan could tell that Peter was indeed worried about you.

So he spoke up. "Hey Kid. Why don't you help me clean up the glass while we wait for her to wake up." Peter looked over at the door to see Logan and nodded his head, standing up and following him out.

As they made their way back to the living room, Peter started to clean up the shattered glass cup and picked up the napkin along with the cookies. Logan was cleaning up the shattered mirror and then moved on to fixing the door.

"So tell me. How does a kid like you take out two heavy armed men? Do you have a certain ability" Logan started off. He was curious and is skeptical at times. "I uhh... take martial arts." Peter hesitated for a second.

"Doesn't seem martial to me. So if you tell me your little secret or whatever you're hiding, I'll answer any question you have." Logan said as he finished up and stood to face Peter. Peter placed the broken pieces of glass in the trash then dusted his hands off.

"I... I'm Spider-Man." He admitted and risked exposing himself. Of course he made sure no one else was hearing before he said it. "So you're the boy swinging around in a spider Halloween costume in Queens." Logan said and Peter grunted.

"It's Spider-Man and it's a suit." Peter replied. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." Was what Logan said. "Well go ahead. Ask a question." He added after.
"Do you have any abilities yourself?" Peter questioned.

Logan made his hand into a fist. "If you call these an ability then yes." He spoke before revealing his metal claws to the boy. Peter's eyes went wide in amazement. "Woah.." was al he could muster out when he saw Logan's claws.

They both stopped speaking when they heard you start to stir. Logan retracted his claws back into his fist and Peter made his way back towards the room. Logan wasn't far behind. When Peter entered he sat at the edge of your bed and when Logan entered, he sat at the couch you had in your room.

"Tell me kiddo. What did they want from you? Why did they barge in through your doorway and tranq you?" Logan started to ask you as you rubbed your neck and sat up. Looking at Logan you told him. "They wanted Steve Rogers. They wanted to know where he was and I had no clue why."

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