Peter's P.O.V

Peter's eyes shot open and he gasped, jolting slightly into a sitting position as he woke up, but immediately lying back down as he felt the immense pain sweeping through his body.

"Crap." He groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain and tightly wrapping his arm around his waist, where most of the pain was coming from.

"Easy there, Peter." His eyes shot open again. He looked to where the voice had come through and sighed in relief.

"Happy, oh, thank god." He sighed, resting his head back down.

"It's only me, kid. You're safe." Happy reassured. Peter looked around and his eyebrows furrowed as they were on looked like a private jet.

"What...what happened? Where are we?" he asked, propping himself up onto his elbows but wincing at the pain that even that small movement caused him.

"Well, Mysterio got you hit by a train. Again. He seems to love that, huh." He joked, making Peter roll his eyes and chuckle.

"I found you unconscious on the outskirts of Connecticut, apparently the train that hit you went that far. You were in pretty bad shape, you still are, so I got you onto the plane, and patched you up as best as I could. We're currently flying to Canada, because that's where Mysterio is, according to Tony." Happy nodded. Peter's eyes widened and he sat up fully, arm still tucked around his waist.

"Is Y/N okay? I-I saw her get shot." Peter gulped, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to stop tears.

"She's okay, kid. Tony got her back in time and Natasha patched her up. Apparently, she said some pretty sweet stuff about you on the operating table." He smiled. Peter breathed a sigh of relief at the news that Y/N was alive, but also smiled at what Happy said.

"But, she is the reason that we're going to Canada." Happy admitted. Peter looked at him and his smile dipped.

"I thought you said that we were going for Mysterio." He mumbled.

"When I called Tony to tell him that you were alive, he told me that Y/N has gone into full-fight mode because of your "death". He went in to check on her this morning to see her gone. She snuck out." He nodded. Peter's eyes widened.

"She's going after Mysterio." He whispered. Happy sighed and nodded as Peter stood up and started to pace the carpet of the plane, arm still holding his stomach.

"She's going after him, alone, because she thinks he killed me, but she herself got shot by him, her need to kill him is going to make her distracted, and she has no back-up, oh my god, Happy, this is bad, really, really, bad." He gulped, still pacing.

"Which is why we're going there now. You're going to help her fight him, and if you guys need backup, Tony will come along too. She's going to be okay." Happy reassured. Peter sighed, holding a hand to his hair as he sat back down.

"I'm still, I don't know, anxious. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to her." He choked.

"How do you think she felt when that train hit you?" Happy scoffed. Peter gulped and nodded.

"It doesn't matter now. Because this is the end. We'll fight Mysterio, we'll win, and we'll finally end this. We'll end this if it's the last thing we do." He nodded.

"That's the spirit." Happy chuckled. Peter returned it and stood up.

"Wait, I don't have my suit, it kind of got ripped to shreds by the train." He sighed.

"Did Tony show you the suit maker in the cabin?" Happy asked. Peter's eyes widened.

"There's one here? Awesome!" Peter laughed.

"Press the panel on the back and it'll open." Happy chuckled. Peter smiled before rushing to the back of the plane and pressing the panel. Surely enough, the walls either side of him folded to reveal machinery almost identical to the stuff at the cabin.

"Today is the best day of my life." He smiled before noticing Happy's weird look.

"Well, apart from being hit by a train and nearly dying." He chuckled, making Happy shake his head. Peter smiled as he looked back at the technology.

"Let's do this." He nodded before starting to program the machine.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked along the empty airstrip that I'd been told Mysterio was at. I looked around and frowned as I couldn't see anything.

"FRIDAY." I spoke, talking to the AI that my dad had inbuilt into my eye mask.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Scan the area. Make sure that I'm not in the illusion yet, I don't want Mysterio to have any kind of upper hand this time." I demanded, looking around.

"I detect no drones, and no Mysterio. You're not in an illusion, Y/N." she spoke.

"Good." I nodded as I continued to walk.

"Y/N." I froze in my tracks as I heard his voice ring out. I closed my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek as I refused to turn around.

"FRIDAY, scan him and tell me if it really is him, or if I'm just being messed with." I demanded again, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's not him." She replied. I nodded and took a deep breath.

"That's okay, FRIDAY. It just means that I can kill the bastard." I mumbled as I turned around. Peter stood there, smirking at me as he slowly walked towards me, dressed in his suit, minus the mask.

"Isn't this trick getting a little old?" I asked, knowing that the Peter I saw before me either was Beck in disguise, or that he was nearby.

"As long as he's your weakness, no, no, it'll never get old." He shook his head, his smirk widening as he bit his lip.

"You know, Beck, I'm getting really sick of this shit. Come out from behind your illusions and fucking fight me." I spat, fists clenched as I walked towards Peter. He raised his eyebrows and whistled slightly.

"That's some pretty colourful language for such a weak little girl." He tutted, narrowing his eyes at me and shaking his head again.

"Could a weak little girl do this?" I smiled before outstretching my hand. Red laces of energy shot from my palm and wrapped around what looked to just be air. I ripped down, pulling the drone out of the sky and making it visible again as it crashed to the ground. The lack of the drone made the image of Peter falter slightly, his right eye temporarily disappearing before coming back again.

"Fair play, Y/N. But don't think that you not being a weak little girl will make it harder for me to kill you." He shrugged.

"How about you try it, then?" I teased, cocking my head to the side. A smirk spread over Peter's lips as he started to sprint at me.

"Now or never, Y/N." I mumbled to myself as I got into a running stance. Peter sprinted towards me, closing the gap by a good five feet with every passing second. Once he was close enough, I raised both hands and fired red energy at him, immediately sending him flying back. He landed on the ground harshly, making him groan. He looked at me as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"Didn't know that we weren't playing fairly. I'll use my toys if you're using yours." He smirked. My eyes widened and I looked up as I heard the whirring of drones.

"Crap." I mumbled as at least ten drones flew down and started firing at me. I groaned, jumping backwards and doing several flips to get away from them in time, the bullets ricocheting off of the concrete either side of my body. The bullets stopped, letting me land on my feet. As soon as my feet were steady, I raised both hands and fired at the drones, immediately knocking two down with the streams of power. I groaned, ducking and rolling to avoid the bullets as the other drones continued to fire, trying to keep my energy going at the same time so that I could hit all of the drones. I took down another five, leaving just two left. I jumped up and grabbed one, flipping over it before smashing it down onto the ground. I stood up straight and fired at it, making it crackle and shut down. I turned around and my eyes widened as the drone was right in front of me, and the gun went off. I gasped as I was grabbed out of the way of the bullet and started to soar through the air. I looked up and my eyes widened as Peter held onto me tightly, his other arm holding onto the web that had allowed him to get me out of the way of the drone.

"Peter?" I choked, looking at him as he landed swiftly on the ground and gently put me down.

"Hey, sweetheart." He spoke softly. I gulped, grabbing the bottom of the mask and tugging it out of the neck of his suit.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" he chuckled, though not stopping me as I continued to pull the mask off of his face.

"I need to see that it's you." I replied as I pulled the mask fully off. I gasped slightly at the state of his face, the cut lip and eyebrow, as well as the black eye and the bruising on his jaw all obviously results of the train hitting him. But it was still my Peter. I gulped, raising my shaky hands to cup his face, him immediately leaning into my touch as I gently ran my fingers over his skin, being careful when my fingertips ran over the bruises.

"It's me. I promise." He nodded, gently cupping his hands over mine. I choked and nodded before joining our lips, completely forgetting about the situation that we were in. Peter obviously forgot too as he immediately kissed back, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me into his body.

"I thought you were dead." I whimpered as I broke the kiss and looked at him, a tear rolling down my cheek. Peter sighed and nodded as he gently wiped the tear away with his thumb.

"I thought I was too. But then Happy found me, patched me up and flew me over here as soon as we knew that you were going after Mysterio. You didn't think that I'd let you fight him alone, did you?" he smiled, making me laugh and shake my head.

"I love you, Peter." I nodded.

"I love you too-." Suddenly, a drone appeared in front of us and exploded, sending us both flying back. I landed with a thud against the concrete, making me cough and choke as all of the air was knocked out of my lungs.

"Couldn't let me have a nice moment with my girlfriend, could you, Beck?" Peter coughed, rolling onto his front before standing up on his unsteady feet.

"Course not. My only objective is to expose all of you for who you really are." The fake Peter nodded as he walked towards us. I looked at Peter as I stood up, holding my waist.

"I can't fight two of you again. We need to get rid of the hologram." I nodded. Peter returned it as he pulled his mask back on.

"On it." He spoke before firing a web at one of the abandoned buildings surrounding us and launching himself at the fake Peter. I studied them as they started to fight, Peter flying feet first at fake Peter and kicking him in the face, making him fall down. As long as Peter kept his mask on, I'd be able to tell them apart. I took a deep breath before running at fake Peter, who was climbing back up and to his feet. Not for long, I thought as I dropped to the ground and slid towards him, knocking his legs out again with my feet and making him fall down.

"Peter, how are we meant to get rid of this thing when the drones are invisible?" I yelled to Peter as he shot a web at fake Peter's legs, tying him down whilst I fired my energy at his body, destroying some of the hologram. Peter's white eyes widened slightly.

"Wait, I've done this before with him, I used my Spidey senses to figure out where the drones were." He nodded.

"That actually worked?" I scoffed, kicking fake Peter in the chest to keep him down. Peter looked at me.

"You doubting my Spidey senses?" he asked, sassily putting his hands on his hips.

"No, no, if it works, do it." I chuckled. He nodded and I could tell that he was rolling his eyes playfully before his white eyes shut. He took a deep breath before jumping into the air and kicking out. My eyes widened as his foot immediately collided with one of the drones, making it visible again as it crashed to the ground. I looked down at fake Peter and my eyes widened as he launched himself at me, knocking me down onto the ground with him on top of me. My eyes widened further as Peter destroying the first drone made half of fake Peter's face disappear.

"Peter, never lose half of your face." I joked as I raised my hand and fired red energy through fake Peter's head, making him groan as it went straight through the hologram.

"Wasn't planning on it!" he yelled back, but it was strained as he did a backflip onto one of the drones, making it visible as he wrapped a web around it, making it crash to the ground. I gasped slightly as fake Peter grabbed my throat and tightened his grip, choking me.

"Get...off of...me." I gasped as I raised my foot so that it was pressed against what was left of his chest. I pushed forward, sending him flying back. He landed with a thud, making him groan. I gulped and sat up, more of him disappearing as Peter flew from drone to drone, destroying each one.

"Last one!" Peter announced, ripping wires out of the last drone and making it fall to the floor, just like the others as fake Peter disappeared. I stood up, Peter pulling off his mask as we looked around.

"Where the hell is Beck, then? If that was just an illusion, where is he?" I scoffed, looking around, Peter doing the same as he slowly walked towards me.

"I don't know-." He looked at me and his eyes widened.

"Y/N, run." He gulped. I didn't get the chance to as I was grabbed, making me gasp as Beck started to rise into the air, taking me with him.

"Y/N!" Peter yelled as he started sprinting towards me. I struggled against Beck's grip, his metal-clad arm being wrapped around my waist making it hard to me to wriggle out of his grip. Suddenly, I started to be tugged down slightly as Peter fired a web that attached to my foot and started to pull.

"No!" he yelled, pulling as hard as he could and digging his heels into the ground.

"Sorry, Pete, you had your chance. Say goodbye to your sweet little Y/N." Beck smirked before aiming his hand cannon at the web and firing, severing Peter's link to me.

"No!" he screamed out.

"Peter!" I screamed as Beck harshly grabbed my wrists and forced them together, meaning that I couldn't shoot him without shooting myself.

"Y/N! NO!" was the last thing I heard Peter scream before Beck shot off and away from the ground, me still writhing in his grip.