IT TOOK A MOMENT for Peter to reorient himself and blink back the sudden smoke that stung his eyes. It was joined by the intense smell of burning and his spider sense going haywire.

Carefully, he shifted around so that he could see Wanda's face.

A look of fear had frozen her features, leaving her eyes wide open and unfocussed, as though she were seeing something that wasn't there. From their close positions, Peter could feel her heart beating wildly against his own chest; he scrambled for her hand that was cradled to her chest and forced it to uncurl itself from the fist it had locked into. "Wanda-"

Peter flinched from the abrupt round of bullets making contact with the wall over their heads. Dust and debris rained down on them as he pressed himself closer to the girl.

"Whatever you're seeing Wanda it isn't real." He promised, talking directly into her ear.

An explosion almost drowned out his words and bits of the kitchen door flew towards them- a cold wave engulfed Peter despite the sweat that clung to his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his mouth ran dry; he screwed his eyes shut and pushed away the rising panic to listen beyond the barrage of bullets and the crackling fires around them. Faint footsteps. Relief washed through Peter's system when he recognised the familiar footfalls to be Harley and Barney.

He leaned back and pulled Wanda further into his chest; his arms encircled protectively around her shaking frame as he took a moment to simply breathe. "I got you. It's okay." He soothed.

"Pietro?" She whispered, voice small and hoarse. Peter stiffened.

Realisation dawned on the teenager as he swallowed thickly, cursing everyone and everything that related to Hydra. "Yeah, it's me." He tightened his hold on her unconsciously and drew in a ragged breath as guilt clawed at his insides. "We're getting out, remember?"

"But the bomb-" Wanda let out a shriek as another round of bullets ripped past them.

"Just close your eyes." Peter soothed; she tucked her face into his neck. "It'll be okay."

Slowly, Peter crept to the edge of the couch and peeked out. His body was still hunched as a human shield of Wanda's body as she continued to clutch onto him despite his movements. There were sharp, fluorescent torch lights that only just managed to cut through the smoke that Peter was struggling not to inhale- his spider sense urgently screamed at him to move, and he only just got out of the way when the front door crashed to the floor.

"Shit!" Peter hissed when he felt a hand grab a hold of his hair and yank him backwards.

Out of instinct, Peter threw Wanda free from his arms and sent her sprawling out across the kitchen floor. Her head smacked harshly against the cupboard before she fell limp.

"Wanda!" He shouted; teeth clenched together as he thrust the soldier forward and over his shoulder. The body dropped in front of the teen and Peter pointed the gun that Natasha had given him, (he'd been carrying it around all day). He pressed the trigger. The sound was lost in the other bullets ricocheting through the farmhouse at rapid speeds.

He rushed over and dropped down to his knees beside Wanda, carefully tucking back her hair and checking for any signs of a head wound when heavy breathing sounded over his shoulder.

Growling at being interrupted, Peter jumped back to his feet in time to dodge an ill attempt at a punch, though the sudden impact of a body sent Peter stumbling backwards and into the cupboards. The gun dropped from his hand and disappeared into the thick smoke that was steadily building. His heart jolted at the loss of not just the weapon but his only reminder of Natasha- there was a loud cracking noise as Peter headbutted the man with everything he had and reached blindly around for another weapon. His fingers wrapped around the cool hilt of a knife from the block he had seen earlier.

With one slash the body dropped: the face indiscernible from the dim lighting and the blood spatter.

Heaving in strangled breaths, Peter only just managed to catch himself against the counter when his legs gave way. The world was spinning on its axis and air was becoming increasingly difficult to find as he slowly lowered himself to the floor, crawling towards Wanda. He shook her shoulder with a gentility he didn't know he possessed after just violently killing a man.

"Wands?" He coughed out, before turning around again, sensing someone in the doorway.

His body was poised for another attack, his mind whirling with potential weapons as he located the knife before finally looking up to register the face that was staring at him through the gloom.

It was Barney.

The relief that Peter felt was almost enough to knock him over again as he shakily rose to his feet, concern blooming within his chest at the sight of the amount of blood oozing from the man's leg. Barney hobbled towards them, his eyes raking over Peter before they settled on Wanda's unmoving form still laid out across the kitchen tiles. His face looked grave and sombre.

Then Harley appeared around the corner next, pale in contrast to the dark red cut above his eyebrow; it was steadily bleeding and leaving a scarlet trail down his cheek.

Peter didn't know if it was the smoke or just the sight of Harley, but sudden, unbidden tears pricked at his eyes. He rested a trembling hand on Harley's cheek, as if scared to touch him while he worriedly scanned every inch of the wound with a growing, sinking feeling in his stomach.

"You need to get out." Barney huffed, shifting Wanda into a sitting position. He tapped her cheek.

Steeling himself from his inspection, the teen forced his gaze away from Harley and instead settled for grasping his hand while he spoke to Barney. "Why aren't they storming in?"

"They want you alive." Barney grunted, swallowing in an attempt to fix his dry throat. "They've avoided the structural support beams." He let out a hacking cough that made Harley wince in sympathy. "Hydra is trying to smoke you out- literally." The man's focus shifted back to Wanda as her eyes fluttered open; her eyebrows knitted together in confusion while she allowed Barney to support some of her weight.

The heat that had been building no longer seemed to affect Peter as he blinked at the floor, suddenly feeling numb. All the injuries- the farmhouse burning- was because of him. He felt sick. Peter couldn't stand to look at Wanda's dazed expression or the trail of blood marring Harley's skin or listen to Barney's rough coughs that were increasing-

"Kid are you listening? You need to get out." Barney ordered, turning to Peter again.

He hardly reacted to the instruction.

Harley turned and squeezed his hand, leaning in closer to softly pull Peter's face to meet his own. There was clear worry in his eyes as they searched Peter's only to find them blank and unreadable.

"Move!" Wanda's sudden voice broke through Peter's reverie. She shoved Barney aside as her eyes tinted red, her body jolted forwards and she waved her arm to the right; a Hydra agent crashed into the wall before crumbling to a heap on the floor. Her body drooped against Barney's instantly, her eyes slipping closed again as she struggled to remain conscious.

Peter blinked a few times. "Let, let me take her." He cringed as the words tore against his throat. Hesitantly, Barney handed her to Peter who easily lifted her into his arms.

"I'll be the distraction."

"Wait, what- no!" Harley announced, outraged.

His eyes darted between Barney and Peter but they were resolute. Any words seemed to fail him as he was hauled to his feet by Peter in silence while he continued to stare at Barney, chest aching.

Barney was staring straight at Peter. He had never known the teen's eyes to be so expressive- Clint may have mentioned it once or twice but now he understood, seeing it with his own eyes. They tugged at his heart strings because there was a disturbing amount of sadness and acceptance in them as Peter seemed to almost shut down in front of him.

The slump to his shoulders was too similar to the way the kid had slumped back against Clint's side after confronting Helen. Defeat had clung to him then as it did now, any spark of life leaving his eyes despite him still standing tall- as if he was resigning himself to the inevitable.

Barney bit back the urge to reach for the teen. "Stay safe." For the love of God, went unsaid.

Reluctantly, Harley followed Peter as he clutched Wanda closer to his chest. They made their way towards the back entrance of the farmhouse, the smoke was less and breathing came a little easier the further they went, leaving Barney behind who had found Peter's discarded gun and gripped it tight. 

A/N

Ok. Wanda mistaking Peter for Pietro was cruel- but, I had to do it ya know? The whole thing was similiar to when Wanda was a kid in Sokovia and trapped by the bomb.  Sue me!

Also I love that Harley didn't want to leave Barney; I like to think he cares so much and that sort of compensates for when Peter shuts down because he can't deal with everything at once and relies on how he was raised by Hydra. Ya know?

Anywho! Let me know of any spelling mistakes! xoxo.