"What the hell happened?!" Natasha exclaimed as she rushed out of the cabin and towards us, followed by Steve, Bruce and Wanda.

"It was a trap. He was ready to get us with at least a thousand drones. We were screwed as soon as we walked in. Y/N got shot." my dad mumbled as he supported my weight.

"Wait, where's Peter?" Steve asked.

"Please don't say his name." I choked, still holding my waist. The four of them sighed and looked at each other.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." Natasha comforted as she took me from my dad and helped me towards the cabin, gently stroking my hair as we went. I cried out and stumbled on the step, making Natasha catch me.

"Woah, okay, you're okay. Guys, she's lost a lot of blood, we need to get the bullet out and her wound closed." Natasha nodded as she helped me into the cabin.

"Am I going to die?" I gulped, stumbling into the cabin. I would have collapsed if it weren't for Natasha holding me up.

"No, you're going to be absolutely fine, I promise." She reassured before gently letting me go. I started to fall but I was immediately caught by Steve, who picked me up bridal style. Bruce and Natasha swept their arms across the marble island in the kitchen, things crashing to the floor as Steve gently lay me down on top of the island.

"Okay, I need everyone's help for this. Bruce, find me a pair of tweezers, some string, a needle and a lighter. Steve, find me some pain relief." Natasha demanded as she inspected the bullet wound. She looked at me.

"You okay, hun?" she asked gently. I shook my head, tears leaving my eyes.

"No. Peter is dead. Because of me." I cried. She sighed and looked at my dad as Bruce and Steve rushed back into the room.

"All I could find was aspirin." Steve puffed out.

"Aspirin won't do shit, Steve, oh my god, grab that wooden spoon." She demanded as she hovered the tweezers above the flame of the lighter, I was assuming to sterilise the metal.

"You're not seriously suggesting that she uses biting down on a wooden spoon as pain relief, are you?" Steve scoffed.

"Yeah, I'd rather her not do that either." Dad nodded as he stood by my head with his hands either side of my shoulders.

"Just do it." I choked, making dad look down at me and sigh.

"Sorry, kid." Steve smiled sheepishly as he stuck the handle of the wooden spoon into my mouth. I bit down on it, determined to try and at least manage the pain that was to come.

"Okay, this will be excruciating for her, so Steve and Bruce, you hold her legs down, Tony, hold her arms down, Wanda, just be there to calm her in case she loses control." Natasha spoke. Everyone nodded and got into position, Steve and Bruce holding one leg down each and my dad pinning my hands at either side of my head. Natasha looked at me.

"You ready, Y/N? You want a countdown?" she asked.

"Just do it." I managed to say past the wooden spoon.

"Atta girl." She nodded before pressing the tweezers to my skin. My eyes widened and I immediately started to scream, squirming in pain as Natasha tried to get the bullet out.

"Guys, freaking hold her down, I'm going to cause more damage than I fix if she keeps squirming." Natasha scoffed. I screamed loudly, biting down so hard on the wooden spoon that I was sure I was about to break some teeth as Natasha continued to move the tweezers around in the wound.

"Nat, hurry up, she's in too much pain." Dad demanded.

"I'm going as fast as I can." She replied, eyes on my wound.

"No, really, Nat, her eyes have gone red." Wanda gulped.

"Oh, crap." Bruce mumbled.

"Calm her down, then." Natasha spoke. Wanda sighed before crouching down so that her face was next to mine as she stroked my hair.

"Y/N, honey, look at me." She demanded softly. I tried not to scream as tears ran down my face and I looked at her.

"What's your favourite moment with Peter?" she asked. I closed my eyes, biting down on the wooden spoon as tears left my eyes.

"Wanda, he just died, maybe that's not the best-."

"Peter is her safe place, now shut up and let me do my job." She cut my dad off, holding a finger up to him and making Steve and Bruce look at each other and try not to laugh at my dad being put in his place.

"Favourite moment with Peter." She nodded, gently stroking my hair. I choked, trying to think.

"Um...a-about three m-months into our relationship, he c-came over to study, and he-he found me...with my earphones in. He-he put one earphone in a-and we...danced...together." I choked, struggling to get the words out through the pain, but somehow telling the story still made the pain cease ever so slightly.

"That sounds nice." Wanda nodded.

"And...I got the bullet." Natasha spoke, making me sigh in relief and relax against the island.

"Half way home, kid. Probably don't need that anymore." Dad chuckled, taking the wooden spoon out of my mouth.

"Keep talking to Wanda, honey, you're doing so well." Natasha encouraged. I winced, a small cry leaving my lips as I felt the needle puncture my skin as Natasha started to sew up the wound.

"What's the sweetest thing that Peter ever said to you?" Wanda asked, her voice and her hand combing through my hair soothing me. I bit my lip.

"Probably the thing that he told me before he died." I nodded, wincing every other word as Natasha sewed up the wound. Wanda sighed, giving me a sympathetic look.

"What did he say, honey?" she asked softly. I couldn't help but smile slightly as I replayed his words in my head.

"We were in the illusion, and there were two of him. One was the illusion, one was him. I told him to tell me something that only he could know, to prove that it was him. He talked about how this one time, we got caught in the rain, so I had to borrow some of his aunt's pyjamas. He talked about how cute he thought I looked in them, and how romantic the whole situation was, and how he wanted to kiss me, but he didn't, because we weren't together yet. But he told me that he could say all of it now that we were together. And he was right. That day was the best. I told him about mom, and it was just the two of us, and it was perfect. And he's right too, it was so romantic. He said that he had wanted to kiss me, hell, I would have kissed him had I known he'd felt the same way. But I don't mind, because that night was still perfect. It was just us, two people in love and we didn't even know it. Two people who were perfect for each other, but couldn't admit it out of fear of losing each other. And even though we weren't together at the time, we both knew, secretly. We both knew that we were meant to be together, and that we loved each other, and that one day, we would be together. Because we are perfect for each other." I nodded, tears rapidly leaving my eyes. Wanda looked at me with sad eyes, and I only just realised that everyone had practically stopped what they were doing to listen to me. Wanda's hand was still resting in my hair, but was still. Dad, Steve and Bruce's grips on me had loosened, almost to the point where they weren't holding me down at all. Natasha looked at me and sighed, the needle no longer moving through my skin.

"God, I'm sorry, I must have sounded so pathetic, I'm sorry." I choked.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't ever apologise for getting upset and letting your feelings out. What you said was beautiful. There wasn't even that much love between your mom and I, and you know how much I loved your mom." Dad spoke, making me nod as he gently kissed my head.

"Well done, kiddo. I'm finished." Natasha spoke, giving me a soft smile as she cut the string and tied it up. I started to sit up, making dad put an arm around me to support me.

"Easy, there." Natasha spoke, gently putting my legs down so that I was now sat on the edge of the island. I looked down, refusing to meet anyone's gaze after what I had just said as I gripped the island on either side of my legs.

"Did you mean it?" I gulped and looked up at dad.

"What you just said about Peter. Did you mean it?" he asked. I sighed.

"Every word." I admitted quietly. Dad nodded and walked towards me, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I know that you've always disliked the idea of us being together, I know you don't like how reckless he was and how stubborn he was, and how he thought he could save everyone but that was everything I loved about him-."

"Hey." Dad chuckled, gently putting his hands on my shoulders as I looked up at him. He sighed and raised his hand, the metal disappearing into his suit so that he could wipe away the tear that had fallen with his real finger.

"I know that I should have said this when he was alive, but Peter was perfect for you. He would have done anything for you, he would do anything to keep you safe, and I know you would have done that for him too. You were perfect for each other." He reassured. I nodded and closed my eyes, another tear leaving my eye as dad gently touched our foreheads.

"We can do this, kid. Me and you. We're going to take that son of a bitch out, and we're going to avenge Peter, okay?" he asked. I nodded against his forehead.

"Okay." I responded before looking up at him. His eyes widened slightly.

"Wanda, her eyes are red." He spoke, looking at me as Wanda rushed to us.

"Oh, no, Tony, that's not a sign that she's about to lose control, that red means that she's going to kill anyone who gets in her way." Wanda smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So, you better get me in front of Quentin Beck." I nodded, smirks spreading across everyone's faces.

"We can do that. But what's your plan?" Steve asked, although I was sure that they already knew the answer. I smirked at him before looking at the others.

"I'm going to kill him."