You had been kept in that little glass box for maybe a week now. You weren't sure, days had blurred together by now. The first two days, you were screaming for them to let you out, threatening them with Tony, Stephen, Steve and Carol, foolishly hoping their names would scare Thanos into letting you go.

You knew Avengers probably didn't know you had been kidnapped though — you had left for a vacation just before Thanos's henchmen hunted you down, drugged you and next you found yourself in that glass cage. You had quit struggling, trying to escape long ago, you learned the hard way how it was foolish. You should've saved your strength, but instead you decided to wrestle against the impossible force. Your fists were bruised, your voice almost gone from screaming for help. The walls were indestructible, and you were no superhero like your boyfriend was. You were just an ordinary student who Peter Parker happened to date.

Thanos never visited you. Why would he? You were a bait, you weren't worth visiting, or taunting. He knew you wouldn't be able to tell him anything valuable, so instead his henchmen dropped by once in a while to drop you food and water. They never stayed for any longer than that, never even shot you a smirk. Not that you wanted them to, but it really did emphasise how little they thought of you. You weren't a person, you were an object of convenience.

You knew that once Peter found out you're missing, he would stop at nothing to rescue you. And other Avengers would join him in searching you out, of course they would. But you weren't sure if they'd succeed, or if you even wanted to be found. It was a trap, you knew they knew, but... you couldn't help but be afraid of them underestimating the trap. What if one of them died rescuing you?

The world needed them. But the world didn't need you, not in that scale or that way. You'd never be out there stopping the apocalypse. You'd never save even one civilian. Compared to them, you were nothing, even when Peter would argue back. You knew your life was precious and you deserved to live and be saved, it wasn't that you thought little of yourself like that. But you weren't a superhero and the world was more unstable than ever. Saving you, knowingly taking the bait, would be a huge risk. Thanos surely knew they'd know, and would attempt to gather everything he could for a battle to overtake them, as they'd basically be served to him.

So, you were conflicted about anyone saving you. You didn't want to die there, and would do anything to see Peter again, but you knew that saving you would potentially kill him. And that would be something you'd never forgive yourself.

You dreamed of it often. The door of your cell busting open, Peter wrapping his arms around you and telling you everything would be all right. And then waking up, half-expecting to wake up in his arms. Hear him say how worried he was about you, how glad he is to have gotten you back.

You looked at the bruises scattered around your knuckles, gently running your fingers across them. Peter had always told you to trust him and the Avengers, that they'd set the world right and stop Thanos. And you wanted to believe him, still did. But you still felt like you were slowing them down by getting yourself kidnapped. You knew it wasn't your fault, but you still kind of blamed yourself for it.

Then, a flicker of light made you jolt. Or rather a spark, combined with a crackling noise. You stood up, pressing your hands against the glass.

More sparks.

And you recognised them, they were coming from that ring Dr. Strange owned, you had briefly seen it get used.

You held your breath without even really noticing it, looking at the sparks as they grew more and more frequent, and suddenly a portal appeared.

You could see Ned on the other side, and once your eyes met, he turned to the side and said something — and then Peter appeared, quickly stepping through the portal.

His mouth moved as he looked at you, but you couldn't hear him and pointed to your ear while shaking your head. Peter looked back at Ned, who reluctantly stepped into the room as well, and you glanced at the door nervously. Thanos could step in at any minute, or one of his henchmen, and then both of them would be dead.

Ned put his arms up and started circling his hand, Peter impatiently watching at him and you. Then, a portal started forming, somehow making a pitch black hole into the glass. Peter gestured you to hurry through, and you jumped before second-guessing it.

Stone floor, someone pulling you up.

"Oh my god," a voice said, making your ears ring after so long of not hearing anything aside from your own voice. But you recognised it — MJ. You let her help you up, stared at her for a moment before lunging for a hug, and she hugged you right back.

Crackling again, and you turned your head to see Peter and Ned standing there, and you couldn't help but burst into tears as you lunged for Peter, almost toppling him over.

"How did you find me?" you muttered against his shirt, but the next moment you pulled back and shook your head. "Or doesn't matter, I just... I was sure Thanos would... I mean, I didn't know if you could save me."

Peter chuckled. "I promised you, didn't I? I promised to make the world right, and it wouldn't be right without you."

You looked at him, cupping his face into your hands. You brushed your thumbs against his cheeks and took in a shaky breath. "I was sure I would die there. I thought that saving me would put you all in danger, that the risk would–"

Peter shook his head, interrupting you. "No way, everyone knew you needed to be saved, you're one of us, even if you're not a superhero. We don't leave anyone behind, especially not you."

Ned and MJ had quietly left the room, giving you and Peter some space to talk. You swallowed. "I should have been smarter when... I should have known–"

"Don't," Peter interrupted you again. "You wouldn't have been able to prevent it, Thanos had a plan and he knew exactly how to get you without anyone noticing a thing."

You nodded, knowing he was right. Even if you had stayed at home all day, you would have likely woken up in that cell. You closed your eyes for a moment, and Peter sighed, tugging at your hand. "C'mon. You should get some sleep, let's go to my place.."

You nodded, letting him lead you out. And when you exited that warehouse and you saw the sun, you finally realised you were going home again.