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Just because her eyes don't tear,
doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry
— Unknown

Time was running out, and so was Peter's patience. His stress levels were running through the roof and yet he had hardly moved a muscle. In a way, Peter had been working on just keeping his mind at a settled pace all the while the others worked.

Peter knew he was allowed to settle, he'd run through the made plan over seven times now, but even now, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he walked alongside Tony to the basement his heart was pounding.

The plan was simple and straight-forward enough, but Peter was just making everything ten times harder for himself by involving you in every situation. Everywhere he went he saw your face. That glum look on your lips, head tilted upright as Kyle held you in your spot, all freedom to move being washed away. He'd tried not to think about all those intimate moments he'd shared with you, he really had. Trying to forget the feeling of your back against his chest, his arms around your stomach as you sat together in the warm bathwater. The scent that flowed from your skin when he kissed you tenderly, pouring out his love for you through gentle actions. The noises you made when he caressed you in the darkness. He'd tried to forget you altogether.

But he couldn't. Whether it was because you'd stepped into each other's chaotic lives unexpectedly and the world was trying to tell you you needed each other or just because you were someone else that needed saving, Peter still had one thing on his mind and that was getting you back to safety.

"You ready, kid?" Tony gently placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, the iron of his suit retracting to show his face. Peter nodded nonchalantly, suiting up into the iron-spider model suit made just months ago. Peter had decided he wanted to do this alone with the help of Tony, no one else. He couldn't risk putting anyone else in danger, even after trying to argue Tony out of coming. He refused, stubbornness getting the better of him. He was the grand prize after all.

At exactly six minutes to midnight, the pair made the retreat from the tower, leaping off the edge of the building and out into the night. Some eyes had glanced upwards whilst they travelled between the buildings, catching more attention than necessary. Peter didn't want any attention, he just wanted this night to blow over fast. Maybe then he could properly apologise for everything he said, the actions that he didn't need to take, for putting you in a position you didn't deserve to be in. At the end of the day, all you had done was try and help him and had fallen subject to the love curse whilst doing it.

Tonight was the night it all ended.

The clocktower shortly came into view and Peter felt his stomach practically fall through his suit. He'd never felt blood pressure like it. His hands started clamming, mind fuzzing over and emotions flowing haywire. The two slipped into an abandoned building at the side of the tower, Peter taking a seat on the windowsill as his eyes remained locked on the time, the hands getting closer to twelve.

"You got this, kid, it's just like one of our training sessions" Tony tried to comfort the teen, feeling the tension in the small dark room. The floor was coated in broken glass and debre, and the smell of damp wood filled the air.

"She hates me" Peter mumbled, sinking down against the frame, the helmet of his suit retracting down to his shoulders.

"What?"

"Y/N... She hates me" Peter repeated, keeping his now glassy eyes focused on the glowing monument.

"Hate is a strong word, Pete."

Peter remained silent, inducing the pain he'd ignored for so long. Neglected to the point of blood breach as his face scrunched up, hands balling into fists leaning his head back against the window frame.

"E-everything I've ever done has ended in a faculty. What the hell did I do to deserve her?" Peter mumbled, looking up to the glowing lights as they flickered, figures travelling behind them. His parched lips liquified as he thought of your smile. "I-I don't want to do it anymore"

"Peter what are you talking about?" Tony asked, trying to keep his voice quiet, fearing anything over a whisper would bring the building to its knees.

"I don't want to... I-I don't want to be responsible for her heartbreak, I was responsible for multiple tears and I don't want to do it anymore. I can't keep hurting her"

"And you won't. Not after tonight. Whatever happens, we can help you get through this" Tony reached out to place a hand on Peter's shoulder, but before their suits could meet Peter's mask retracted back over his face, flinching away.

"I can't be the one to save her Mr Stark. I'm sorry"

"Peter wait-" but before Tony could speak another word the teen was gone, swinging off behind the buildings of Queens. Tony was left baffled in the abandoned building, time beginning to over-ride and even without Peter, he knew he had to get the job done. You were still someone who needed saving.

Then the tower bells rang, booming over the city and shaking the shackled walls of the abandoned apartment complex. The rubble on the floor stuttered over the concrete, signalling it was time to go. Whatever happened that night Tony couldn't blame this on Peter. There was still so much he didn't know about him. He was just a pedestrian looking in through the window, while Peter sat inside with the real chaos. He wouldn't allow himself to jump the gun, not again.

You all heard the bells chime, yourself, Harry, Kyle, Ned and Peter. A part of you malfunctioned as you counted them, the first three coming easy but to the forth, your mind began to cloud. It was finally time.

The tape around your lips has started to mould away with the spit coating the rim of your lips, slowly becoming less sticky and creating a small space for you to breathe through your mouth. Your nose was rather sore from having to use only those two air holes for so long, so giving them a rest felt like heaven.  There was no interaction with Harry or anyone to be exact before the crane you were dangling from began to lift and the floor beneath you vanished.

There, you felt the real weight of your body, slouching in the harsh metal chains cold against your skin. You were being supported by nothing but thin air, swinging aimlessly as your eyes averted around the room. A harsh, loud blaring alarm began sounding, drawing your attention to the end of the steel tracks where the two metal doors began to open.

The harsh wind sliced at your skin as it blew down the open tunnel, workers and men of every sort clearing the path as the machinery jolted. Before the crane began moving, the lights flickered and there before you, hovering on the all too recognisable hoverboard, stood Harry. However, he was dressed rather unusually. His suit was skin-tight, green and a mask seated on his head, much like... The green goblin.

"Ready for the show, sunshine?" he barked through the intercom, making your head shoot back on your shoulders in shock. You blinked swallowing, not able to give an answer with the tape around your mouth.

You wriggled your wrist once more, feeling the chains around your bare arms beginning to loosen, butterflies crowding your empty stomach. He could read you like a book even now, staring you down and watching as your eyes flickered.

"I'll take that as a yes" he smirked, interjecting his weight down on the front side of the board, zooming forward and out of the building, the crane following the cloud of smoke emitting out from behind him. The ride was jolty and the rocking would have been painful, but it only made the chains slip and loosen more to your pleasure.

The wind was gaining altitude and soon your hair was blowing around your face, whipping against your eyes and cheekbones. You watched in the night sky as Harry illuminated the blackness before you slipped down and your head fell, staring down over a body of water. That's when the struggle really began.

Your arms began frantically jolting against the chains, elbows digging backwards as you wriggled your wrists, panic beginning to settle in. It wasn't that you weren't a good swimmer, you were, but a huge body of water such as the lake that sat at the other side of queens certainly didn't look appealing to you, especially not at midnight when the water was pure black.

Before you could catch your breath, you were flying at a high speed, your stomach somersaulting as you were flung up into the air smack bang over the centre of the lake. You closed your eyes for a meer second, trying to control your racing heart.

Floodlights illuminated the water below you along with the shoreline where you were sure half the city stood, routing for Spider-Man while others looked like broadcasters. You were recorded live at your most vulnerable moment and no one was there to stop it. It appeared the police were also standing by, why were they just standing there?

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen" Harry's voice boomed through the air, making your skin shudder as gasps and screams came from down below, looking up seeing the green figure hovering not too far from you. "So glad you could join us"

"The Avengers will save them!"

"Where's Iron man?"

"We want Spider-Man!"

"Yeah, where's Spider-Man?!"

"Spider-Man can save them!"

You heard the cities faint cries. It only made your heart swell more, as you wanted to cheer with them. You too wanted Peter to come and save you, catch you in his web and call it a night, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, don't we all. But, I don't see any web-slinger anywhere, do you?" it was a rhetorical question, but some people's voices simmered out as they looked around the empty area. You could feel yourself beginning to slip more and more, whether on purpose or by accident your chains certainly weren't tight enough to hold your body weight. It didn't help with the two mass bricks you had tied to your ankles. No matter how much of a 'good' swimmer you were, there was no way you were getting out alive.

"If I remember correctly, it was me you wanted?" another all too familiar voice rang through the air, your head, along with others, shooting up to look around you. Even Harry looked a little baffled, and before your eyes, as if it were to be a dream hovered the Tony Stark.

Bellows of cheers and screams came from the crowds below, almost doubling in numbers by now. Your heart began to slow down a little with relaxation, knowing the situation could at-least somewhat be handled now.

"Ah, Tony! So nice of you to finally join us! Eight minutes off schedule I see" Harry gestured back to the clock tower where sure enough the hand was breaching ten.

"Better late than never I always say" Tony shrugged, before launching himself forward, hands gripping onto the board and tossing it around. Harry became unbalanced and lost control, feet detaching from the magnets and flying off southwards. You watched as the board shifted from green to red, bleeping loudly as it slipped from Tony's grasp and followed Harry's body downwards.

While the two were occupied, Tony came over towards you, and there your heart-beat picked up once again. He stopped not too far from you, reaching out a hand and peeling the tape from your cheeks.

"Kid, you alright?"

"M' fine, where's Peter?" you questioned calmly, eyes squinting at the white light illuminating your face. Tony remained silent, shaking his head almost in disappointment.

"He's not here?"

"Took off before I could get a word in" he sighed, reaching around your back and untangling the chains from your wrists. The line followed around your body, slowly pulling and tugging as it came undone from around your waist. You were forced to hold on to the chain supporting you in case you fell, feeling as your body became heavier and heavier. "Get to the top of the crane, I'll be back as soon as I-" before Tony could finish a bright flash passed by you, Harry's body colliding with Tony's.

With the minimal support, your body slid down a little before you wrapped your leg at the back of the fallen chains, managing to stop yourself before you fell any further. You were face down hovering over the rippling water, already feeling the blood rushing to your head as you began to panic yet again. But, this wasn't the time. This was your chance to prove that you didn't need saving. So, clenching your teeth you folded yourself back up, gasping from the pain in your stomach before gripping onto the chains and hugging them close. You unravelled your leg slowly and carefully before making your way up to the top, fingers hooking in between the slots of the metal hooks for grip.

Harry had Tony right where he wanted him after diving back into action, knocking the man off guard and down onto a building top. Other than Peter Tony had no one else around to be of aid, and even his recruit had backed off.

"What do you want with these kids? They're... Kids!" Tony groaned, releasing his hand from Harry's grip and taking a hard right swing to the side of his mask, knocking him back for only a moment, but long enough for Tony to take action. Quickly he plunged forward, knocking him back off the board and pinning him down on the concrete.

"It's a long story if I don't kill you tonight maybe we could have a chat?" he smirked, kicking Tony in the groin and rolling them over, a blade ejecting from the arm of his suit. Harry jabbed the side of Tony's arm, mask retracting from his face and took the opportunity to hold the blade to his naked throat.

"You've got me, now let these kids go" Tony clenched his teeth, quite satisfied with the comfortability of the situation, "you've got nothing on me, Harry"

Harry's face faltered behind the green mask. Of course, the pair knew each other, but the teenager never suspected his father's college to ever know who was really behind the mask. "You're just a kid. You don't need to do this. You've got your whole life ahead of you"

"Is that what you said right before you killed my father too, huh?" Harry spat, digging the serrated edge of the blade further down into Tony's skin.

"Kid, your father killed himself! I was there the night it happened, his own technology got the better of him, you know that!"

"My father was no fool! He knew Oscorb's manufactures better than he knew his own son, my father would never-"

"Your dad was a good man, Harry. I would never put his life on the line, never had. He meant as much to me as he did to you, I promise you that. What would he say if he saw you now, huh?" Tony's voice was calm and nothing that Harry had expected. It struck fear and disappointment into his heart as he thought of his fathers face. The couldn't recall the last thing he said to the man, but if he knew those words would be his last he would have listened more closely. "This isn't the kid he brought you up to be"

"But that's the thing," Harry choked, a tear slipping down his cheek, hand reaching up and removing the mask, staring the man right in the eye, "my father never was the one to bring me up. Neither was my mother. I was left to the maids, so I got a choice of my own of how I wanted to be. I moulded myself, Tony. Father wouldn't bat an eyelid if he knew I killed a man in cold blood"

"But it's not just me you want, right? You've got three other people in chains, Harry. What did they ever do to you?"

"Ask. Peter. Parker" Harry clenched his teeth tightly, raising his hand with the blade tight in his grasp. The tip was pointed down at Tony, and there was a wave of anguish in Harry's face. Tony could try his best to stop this, maybe dodge the blade. Other than that, was he really about to be killed by a teenager?

"See you on the other side" he smiled, closing his eyes as he lifted a little higher. Before Harry could move another muscle, that infamous 'thwip' sound came from the side. Tony's eyes followed as the white stringed web clung onto Harry's wrist, his eyes shooting open to look at the blade in his hand. It was torn away in a split second, before a flash of red and blue passed over Tony, knocking Harry off of his waist and over to the side, crashing up against a wall.

"Kid where'd you come from?" Tony asked, his mask moulding back over his face as he stood back on two feet, watching as Peter caught his breath.

"I, I thought... Uh, one second" he held up a hand, leaning against his knee as he gasped for air. Tony smiled, walking over and helping him stand again.

"Change of heart I guess" he shrugged, batting his lips together as he swallowed harshly. Tony shook his head as a chuckle left his lips, short-lived as a blood-curdling scream filled the air.

You'd managed to make it to the top of the crane with great difficulty, hands beginning to blister and bruise from clinging onto the sharp edges. Your stomach was in your throat as you glanced down behind you, looking at how far up you truly were. If you weren't afraid of heights before, you sure were now.

Finally, you made it onto the upper side of the arm, standing yourself up on the thick bars. There was a strong wave of wind that hit your back, almost sending you over the edge before you collapsed down, gripping onto the base as tight as you could to prevent you from falling.

You turned around slowly, averting your eyes downwards yet again and setting yourself to begin moving forward when suddenly a firm grip landed on your shoulders. You were pushed over and onto your back, head slamming against the metal, eyes fuzzing before they cleared, seeing Kyle standing over you.

"For fuck sake" you groaned, "really? How the fuck did you get up here aswell?"

Kyle stared down at you before raising a hand and your eyes caught sight of a long line he was holding. Your eyes widened as he brought it down with a force, striking you harshly on the cheek knocking your head to the side. There was no noise you could make as the wind was knocked out of your lungs, hands staying put in fear of falling still. You were bleeding, you could feel it, but you weren't sure where.

"Look at me" Kyle demanded. You didn't move, fear of being blinded by his demeaning stare, but that came to light as being the least of your problems. You felt the weight over you shift and Kyle bent down, taking your throat and cupping it tightly in his hand, forcing your head to face him. Your hands flew to his, gripping his fingers tightly trying to remove the pressure on your airway.

"Scared now, aren't ya'?" he smiled, dropping the whip to the side so he could caress your cheek gently, "don't be scared, beautiful"

You tried to swallow but it was no use as you continued to wheeze for air, his grip only tightening and your hands were beginning to shake.

"J-just do it K-k-kyle. Go ahead, k-kill me" you whispered, trying to initiate the impression that you weren't scared, but you were. You were terrified as stars began clouding your vision, grip getting weaker. Suddenly the pressure was released, Kyle removing his hand from your throat. You were sent into an unvoluntary coughing fit, feeling the harsh buzzing at the back of your throat as you rolled onto your side gasping for fresh air.

"As tempting as it sounds, those aren't my intentions" he dusted his hands down his sides, opening his jacket and sliding a bottle of serum from his pocket. Your bloodshot eyes and rosy cheeks turned to face him, seeing him cradle the bottle between his fingers. He picked you up with his hand, tight around your arm and you could hardly breathe properly never mind fight back.

"Now, hold still, you might feel a pinch" he smirked, placing his thumb in the ring of the needle and lowering it down towards your arm. The point of the metal onto touched your skin before you flinched, something switching inside of you. It was a fight or flight reaction. If you some energy, you needed to use it. Bringing you leg up, you sent a harsh kick to his face, looping over and dragging the needle away from his hand between your legs. You spun back around, stabbing the needle into his side, both groaning in pain. He fell down against the crane, a harsh blow of wind smacking your body.

It was clear to say whatever Harry had planned had gone deviously wrong, but you didn't know it was far from over. You took your steps carefully, turning around with corrupted lungs looking down to the crowds of people, hearing the flutter of a helicopter hovering not too far above you. You would have smiled, but before you could look up you felt a hand wrap around your ankle.

"Have a nice flight" Kyle whispered through blood-covered teeth, pulling your weight from underneath you. You expected to hit the metal of the crane but misinterpreted how far from the edge you really were, and when you hit nothing but thin air, watching the crane fly above you, you knew this was it. A scream left your lips as you flew backwards, not being able to turn yourself over as the crane grew smaller and smaller, hearing nothing but the wind gushing beside you.

All the while you fell you were waiting. And it took longer than you would have expected. But then it came; your body hit the water like a brick on cement, a splash erupting through the ripples and slowly you began to sink. There was no wading current like you expected there to be, and it was brighter than it seemed under the water. You couldn't help but just relax, your body giving out on you as you watched the lights flicker on the surface. It was rather beautiful, arms floating beside you, legs turning to jelly.

You weren't sure what happened next, but a harsh bang sounded from above you. You looked right up, seeing what looked like the tip of the crane entering the atmosphere of the water, sinking quickly towards you. You had to move, you were right underneath it. But you were so comfortable where you were if you moved you'd break the peace.

Just when you thought it was over when the light faded away and your fingertip grazed the crane's chains, a tight grip made its way around your waist. That was all you remembered from then on, for the light completely faded and you allowed yourself to rest.

"Holy shit, that was Y/N" Peter gasped, running to the edge of the building as he saw the commotion taking place.

"Kid we don't know that"

"No, no that was her" Peter confirmed, keeping his eyes on your body as it flew down to the surface of the water. He'd heard you scream once before and he never wanted to hear it again, but here it was hitting his ears like a grenade. Peter turned back to see Tony looking at him, Harry beginning to regain conscious against the wall.

"You go, I've got this handled" Tony instructed before turning his back. Peter nodded, hands lifting upwards as he bounded from the rooftop, swinging at high speeds towards the crane. Whatever Harry had planned to come next couldn't have been timed more wrong, as what seemed like a bomb erupted from the base of the crane. Peter had to dodge the flying debre coming from the anchour as he followed the tip of the arm down into the breaking of the water. Immediately his suit began to light up, providing his with oxygen and vitals from his heartbeat. Peter would have fathomed over the technology, but he caught sight of you metres away from certain death and his mindset changed immediately.

Peter never had been a good swimmer, but here he found himself swimming at high speeds towards the lake bed. You were floating downwards, barely moving but your eyes were open Peter didn't know whether to panic or be relieved. Just as he thought his plan would fail he reached you, grasping you in his arms like he had longed to do all those hours of being without you. He hugged your body close to his tightly before moving out the way of the falling crane, away from the current pulling him down and up back towards the surface. The glowing of the helicopter lights got wider and brighter the close he swam, and soon the city air was hitting his face harshly as his mask retracted from around his face.

Before he could tend to you he had to get both of you out of the water, as the pressure was beginning to build, eyes catching onto the crane sinking right beside him. He reached a hand around you and out from the water, shooting a web to the shoreline buildings and hoisting himself from the growing whirlpool. The landing was briefly made and messy, having to use a hand to support himself as he reached the concrete shoreline. There he managed to lay you down on the ground, head rolling to the side.

Your eyes were closed this time, cheeks red and messy with the blood oozing from a nasty wound on your cheek. Peter kneeled down beside you, bringing your body into his lap as he cradled your head in his hands.

"Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?" he semi yelled, brushing loose strands of hair away from your face, "c' mon Y/N, can you hear me?" but you were still unresponsive.

Peter slid you back down off his lap, pulling up your shirt and resting his head against your cold chest, listening in for a heartbeat. He searched around your chest, pressing his fingers down into your skin. But there was nothing.

"C' mon, c' mon" Peter mumbled to himself, pulling his head away and clasping his hands together, tears beginning to breach his eyelids as he pressed down. He counted his harsh pushes before pulling away, pinching your nose tightly and opening your mouth.

Peter almost couldn't do it from the pain in his chest, but he continued to steps, easily becoming more vigorous as you remained unresponsive.

"COME ON!" he watched as your body rocked harshly with each push, feeling your cold cheeks on his as he tried to get your breathing again. After the last push of breath, he felt his heart cave, moving his forehead to yours and leaning against it. Time was still as he picked you up, bringing your chest to his. The tears that spilt down his cheeks were warm and almost comforting to the cold breeze cutting his skin, feeling your lifeless body pushing against him.

"Y/N... Please wake up" he whispered, lips coated in saliva as he tried to contain himself, eyes screwed shut. "Please, baby, please" he reached down, opening your cold hand and pushing his fingers between your own, pretending that you were holding him back.

"Hey, y-you know that... That you're my sunshine? My... My only sunshine" he whispered, bottom lip quivering as he gently began to hum the old, familiar tune against your nose.

"You make me happy... Whe-When skies are grey" Peter didn't notice until his head began to fuzz over than he was rocking you gently, thumb rubbing against the back of your head in a foreign melody.

"You'll never know, d-dear... How much I love you" Peter had to stop after those three words, a sob leaving his lips as your body got heavier and heavier, feeling his legs starting to cramp beneath him. He'd let you down, he'd failed you. He'd let you slip between his fingers and now here you lay.

His hands were pushed out of yours as suddenly you jolted back to life, pushing him away as you rolled over, water flowing up from your throat, coughing and gasping for air.

"Y/N!" Peter yelled, placing a hand on your back and moving your hair away from your cheeks. "Holy shit you're alive!"

It took you a moment to respond, catching back your breath and calming yourself down. "Of course I am, dumbass" you smiled weakly, tilting your head so you could see him as you rolled back over, arms outstretched on the concrete. "Gonna take a lot more than a psychopath, a crane and a body of water to kill me" you whispered, eyes fluttering as you remained in and out of consciousness.

Peter couldn't believe his eyes, chuckling at your comment breathlessly before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open, feeling Peter leaning over you, hand on your cheek as he kissed you deeply. Soon you relaxed, allowing your eyes to close as you kissed back, lips moving together in sync as once again you were reunited.

You pushed his shoulder gently, watching as his eyes faltered, hair clinging to his forehead. Within that moment your heart began to sing, looking over every featured he owned. Tonight had been one of the scariest nights of your life and to say it was cliche, stupid, messed up and nothing like you'd ever experienced Peter was still there. Despite the fact he'd chickened out at first, he still came to your aid. He was still here now, looking over you, being the one to have saved your life, not for the first time. Through every dark shadow and every bad moment, he was there, despite the fact he broke you in two he was the only one who could make you heal again.

"I love you" you whispered gently, hand pressing itself into his cheek.

"W-what?"

"I love you" you spoke louder, smiling widely as you watched his emotions falter. "I couldn't say it before because it wasn't the time, but Peter... Peter Benjamin Parker, I love you"

Peter let out a gasp as he smiled, lifting you to sit with him.

"Y-you love me?

"I love you"

"Seriously?"

"I mean it"

"Wh-wha"

"Just shut up and kiss me again" you giggled, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. You were both soaked and sweaty, a mess and completely broken. But you had each other, and that's all that mattered. The world could end tomorrow and you wouldn't care, because you were in love with Peter Parker.

Peter pulled off you quickly, no matter how much he was enjoying it.

"Shit"

"What's wrong?" you questioned, watching as his head turned towards the buildings past the crane debre.

"I forgot about Tony"

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So, uh, I don't think I've ever written some so poorly in my life 😂 but uh, hey ho? 😂
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