P E T E R P A R K E R

PAIRING: Peter Parker x super!Reader

PROMPT: The Avenger celebration takes a dark turn and once again it's up to the heroes to save everyone.

WORDS: 919

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"Want a ride down?" He asks, holding his hand out.

I look at him for a second then back down to the ground.

"Nah," I say, "look out!" I shout for the people down below.

"Y/N wait!"

I slide off the beam before he can say anything else.

I land legs first.

They bend in an unnatural position for a couple seconds until they go back to their normal shape.

"You really need to quit that out," Tony says helping me up.

"Why? I always end up fine," I ask.

"Not that. I'm talking about you getting all lovey with my trainee," his tone was laced with fake disgust.

Peter lands next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Pepper silently smiles next to Tony.

I lean into Peter.

"Well, you better get used to it," I tease Tony.

Everything was playful until Peter tensed up.

I look up at him.

"What's wro—"

"Mr.Stark," he mumbles.

His eyes were trained on something past me.

I follow his gaze.

"Tony!" I scream, jumping in front of him to block the bullets.

It all went by so fast.

Pepper was on the floor, bleeding, next us.

Tony's full attention went on her.

"Pepper," he mutters.

"Tony suit up," I tell him but he doesn't listen and goes to Pepper.

I stand in front of him grasping his shoulders.

His eyes were wide out of shock and his chest was heaving.

"I've got Pepper. You need to suit up now," my voice raised above the screams of the people.

His eyes lock with mine and he nods his head in acknowledgement.

I lean down to Pepper, holding onto her arm and healing her.

Her eyes flutter shut until I'm done.

Peter starts heading in a different direction.

"Spider-Man!" I yell out to him, careful not to use his real name.

I help Pepper up.

"Bring Pepper outside," I order.

"But I want to help Mr.Stark," he says looking at Tony who was now all suited up.

"He's got that covered. We need to get these people out of here fast. Bring everyone outside and keep the injured ones together. I'll get back to them once I clear out in here." Peter nods his head.

"Okay," is all he says. He then jumps into action.

I go around shielding and healing multiple people.

Guys with guns were all over the place.

None bothered to shoot at me, knowing that it was a waste of a bullet.

Although that doesn't stop one of them from attacking me.

The man threw several punches and kicks but really did nothing.

A woman with short red hair rips the man off of me, taking him down.

"Were you ever going to get him off of you?" She asks.

"I was working on it," I reply standing up.

Upright I was able to recognize her.

"I don't think we've met," I say, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." I block a bullet from hitting her and she fights off another guy.

"Natasha Romanoff," she says, recollecting herself.

Pretty much all the guests were outside when Peter came back to me.

"They're all out there but I gotta warn you, there's a lot injured bad," he says grimly.

I raced outside to where he told me.

The second I walked out the door they crowded me.

It was overwhelming.

The groans and cries of pain, their hands reaching out to me, begging for me to help them or a love one.

Blood poured out of their bodies.

There were too many.

My mind froze.

I stood in place.

Peter dropped in front of me shaking my shoulders.

I snapped back into coherence and saved as many as I could.

But it wasn't enough.

The next day I cried into Peter's chest.

"It's okay," he kept repeating while rubbing my back.

It was obvious that he wasn't sure on what to do.

"Peter, they were looking at me like I was their savior... like I was a god."

I pondered my words, and my sobs continued.

"I'm not a god!" I wail, my hands fist his sweater.

His hand runs through my hair.

"We're not perfect (Y/N)," he says comfortingly calm.

A chaste kiss is placed on my head.

I swallow some tears.

"I was promised to be their savior. To protect them from all evils. I was their saint, and I failed them. How does anyone live that down?"

The sixteen year old boy had no idea what I was going through.

I didn't intend for him to.

The answer I was searching for would only come in time.

Peter pulls away holding my face in his hands.

My flushed cheeks were warm compared to his cool soft hands.

He treated me as if I was going to break in any second.

His eyes usually bright were now filled with concern.

"We can't save everyone," he simply says.

I nod my head but still cry.

My arms wrap around Peter's torso and my head rests on his shoulder.

It's like I said:

We never got to choose our powers.

The burden of being heroes was placed on our shoulders and there was nothing we could do about that except be what the world needed us to be.

Avengers.