"I'm just saying, you look really hot in that black catsuit." Peter smiled as he lay in my bed, the sheets covering him waist down. I laughed as I pulled my jeans back on.

"Not as hot as you look in red and blue, Spider-boy." I teased, using the nickname that I had come up with for him the day that we had met. I hadn't used it since, until now.

"Hey! I'm seventeen, I'm basically an adult, it's Spiderman." He chuckled.

"Y/N? Peter?" my eyes widened as I heard my dad's voice.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Peter hissed quietly as he shot up and started to get dressed.

"Two seconds, dad." I gulped as I watched Peter rapidly pull his jeans on.

"Mr Stark cannot know that we slept together, he'd kill me, or worse, he'd kick me off of the Avengers." He groaned, pulling his sweater on. I looked at him.

"You really think that death is a better fate than being kicked off of the Avengers?" I scoffed, making Peter groan again as he did up the zip on his jeans.

"You good?" I asked, making him nod.

"FRIDAY, unlock the door." I spoke before opening the door. Dad stood there, looking at us. He looked between us suspiciously.

"What were you kids up to, huh?" he asked slowly. I gulped and looked at Peter.

"Oh, you know, just making up and getting back together." I nodded, Peter slowly returning it.

"Uh huh. There better not have been any make-up sex involved-."

"Dad, oh my god!" I screeched, making Peter turn bright red.

"I'm just saying, it's not the right time to have a mini Spiderman, or a mini Scarlet Witch two point oh running around the place, and I'm way too young to become a grandpa." He chuckled before walking off. I sighed and held my hand to my head as I looked at Peter.

"It's as if he knew." Peter mumbled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, there was no way for him to. He's just trying to be funny." I chuckled, putting my hand on his chest as I passed him and walked to the window. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw something flying towards us.

"Peter?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he responded.

"Do you see that-." My eyes widened as I realised what it was.

"DAD!" The missile collided with the building, immediately hurling Peter and I back as everything blew up. I landed against a slab of concrete, my head harshly smacking against it and knocking me out.

"Can anyone hear me?!"

"I can, I've got you."

"I'm with Wanda, and Steve is with Tony and Bruce, but where are Natasha, Peter and Y/N?!"

"Where are Y/N and Peter?! We need to find them!"

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER?!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard talking in my ear. I groaned in pain as I looked around and my eyes widened. Tears filled my eyes as I was surrounded by rubble and dust, mountains of it surrounding me. I looked down my body and cried out as my left leg was stuck under a slab of concrete, as well as a shard of glass being stuck in my thigh.

"Help!" I croaked out.

"Y/N?! Is that you?!" I heard my dad speak in my ear through my comms. It was times like these that I was grateful for not being allowed to go anywhere without some form of comms in.

"Yeah, but I can't move." I choked.

"Why can't you move?" he asked softly, obviously trying to stay calm for me. I looked down and choked.

"My leg is stuck under concrete, and there's a shard of glass in the same leg, I can't move it at all." I cried.

"Y/N, whatever you do, don't remove the glass. If it's sliced an artery, you'll bleed out in seconds." Bruce chipped in.

"Has anyone heard from Peter? Is he okay?" I gulped, squeezing my eyes shut at the physical pain, combined with the pain that came with knowing that Peter could be dead right now.

"He doesn't have comms in, so we don't know. I'm sorry, kid." Natasha spoke, making me choke.

"I'm here!" I looked up and my eyes widened as Peter swung towards me in his Spiderman suit. He landed a few feet away from me and rushed towards me.

"Peter." I cried.

"It's okay, I'm here, you're going to be okay." He gulped as he collapsed on his knees next to me and pulled my upper body into his arms.

"I thought you were dead." I choked, cupping his cheek.

"I thought the same about you. Main thing is that we're both okay." He nodded, smiling at me as tears left his eyes. I returned it before leaning up and pressing our lips together. He returned it, cupping my cheek before touching our foreheads.

"Is Peter okay, hun?" Natasha asked.

"He's okay, he's with me." I nodded.

"Where are you guys? You may need Bruce to go code green to help you get out, Y/N." Steve spoke.

"I don't know, I didn't see anything but rubble, even in the air." Peter gulped, looking at me.

"We don't know. We have to do this ourselves." I nodded.

"Y/N, be careful. You aren't even close to having full control of your powers yet, so don't hurt yourself." Wanda warned. I nodded again and gulped as I sat up slightly, Peter helping me.

"We need to do this ourselves, Peter." I spoke, looking at him. He took a deep breath and nodded.

"We can do this." He reassured. I gulped and took a deep breath before raising my hand. Red energy started to dance in between my fingertips. Peter's eyes widened slightly as the energy started to drift towards the slab of concrete and wrap around it.

"Come on, sweetheart, you can do this, come on." Peter encouraged, gently kissing my head. I cried out slightly, blood starting to run out of my nose as the slab moved, but only just. I cried out again as I let my hand drop.

"I'm not strong enough, I can't do it." I cried. Peter gulped before gently moving from behind me.

"Okay, okay, you're alright, let me try." He nodded. I choked, wincing at the pain as Peter crouched down next to the slab and curled his arms under the block.

"On three, I'm going to lift, okay? As soon as it's high enough, pull your leg out." He instructed.

"Okay." I nodded, sitting up and getting ready to pull my leg out.

"One...two...three." He spoke before pulling up. I cried out as the relieved pressure sent new pain through my leg. Peter's eyes screwed shut as he slowly stood up, lifting the slab with him. He groaned, panting heavily.

"Now, Y/N, now!" he groaned loudly. I scurried back, pulling my leg out. As soon as my foot was out, Peter dropped the slab with a grunt.

"That was amazing." I gulped, looking at him. He puffed out and smiled at me as he walked back towards me.

"I'm out, dad, where is everyone?" I spoke into my comms.

"Just worry about getting yourself and Peter out of the rubble, we'll find you once you're out." He replied. I nodded before looking at Peter.

"You got enough web fluid to get us out of here, Parker?" I smiled, making him laugh as he leant down and picked me up bridal style.

"I've always got enough to save you." He returned, looking at my lips.

"I can save myself." I teased.

"I know." He chuckled.

"Guys?! We're in crisis here, the Avengers' building is now a pile of rubble, everyone is buried in said rubble, and there's a piece of glass potentially severing Y/N's artery, sense of urgency, please!" Bruce exclaimed in my ear.

"Right, sorry." Peter chuckled before looking at me.

"Hold on, Y/N." he warned, making me wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bury my face in the crook of it. Peter shot a web and suddenly, we were soaring through the air. I looked around and gulped as the whole building was now nothing but rubble.

"My home." I choked, making Peter sigh and kiss my head as he flew us towards the field of grass that stood in front of the building. He landed swiftly on his feet and held onto me again before gently putting me down onto the grass.

"You okay?" he asked, helping me sit up as I hissed at the pain sweeping through my leg.

"Y/N!" We looked up and I sighed in relief as dad and Wanda flew towards us, dad landing first.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he gulped, his mask dissolving into his suit as he rushed towards me and knelt down beside me.

"I'm fine, dad. I wouldn't have made it out without Peter." I admitted, looking at him. He gave me a small smile before timidly looking at my dad.

"Thank you, kid. You saved her. Again." He chuckled, making Peter smile as Wanda landed next to us.

"You okay?" she asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm okay. Where are the others?" I asked.

"The Cap, Nat and Bruce are getting the jetti so that we can get out of here. Sam and Clint have gone to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters to alert Fury of the obvious threat. I'd be willing to bet that the same people who blew up your school also did this." Dad nodded before looking down.

"We need to take a look at your leg, kiddo." He spoke, looking at me.

"How? there's no way to close it, I'd bleed out." I scoffed.

"No, you wouldn't." he spoke before looking at Peter.

"Peter, did you keep the name of FRIDAY for your AI?" he asked.

"Oh, no, I called her Karen." He smiled. Dad and Wanda looked at him.

"You...called her Karen." Dad stated.

"Yeah." Peter nodded, shrugging.

"Oh my god-anyway, you have a laser in your suit, ask her to change it to medical, that laser can close any wound. But I warn you, Y/N, it'll hurt like a bitch." Dad spoke.

"Do it, I won't be able to walk if you don't." I nodded. Dad sighed before gently wrapping his fingers around the shard of glass.

"Three, two, one." I screamed out as he pulled the shard of glass out, tightly gripping Peter's arm that was wrapped around my waist as dad pulled the glass out.

"Okay, done, kiddo, good job." Dad spoke before looking at Peter.

"Peter, Wanda, hold her down, I'll hold her leg down. If she moves, it'll do more damage. Does everyone understand?" he asked.

"I think so." Peter gulped before wrapping his arm more securely around my waist and holding my back against his chest as Wanda took my other arm, also grasping my hand. Dad gently took my left ankle and pinned my leg down before looking at Peter.

"Peter, do it." He nodded. Peter took a deep breath and returned the nod, pointing his left arm at my leg.

"Karen, activate the medical laser in three...two...one." My eyes widened and I immediately screamed out as the laser shot out of Peter's wrist and fired at the wound, causing waves of white-hot pain to cascade through my leg.

"PETER! STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed out, squirming in everyone's grip.

"I can't, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Peter choked, kissing my head as he continued.

"It hurts so much, please, Peter, please!" I cried, gripping onto the arm that was wrapped around my waist.

"He's nearly done, honey, you're doing so well." Dad reassured, his grip on my ankle tightening as he fought my kicking.

"And...I'm done, I'm done, Karen, medical laser off." Peter ordered, making the laser turn off. I breathed a sigh of relief and leant back into Peter's body, making him kiss my head again.

"You okay, kid?" dad asked, gently patting my foot.

"I'm okay." I nodded, letting Peter hold me. Suddenly, we heard the sound of the jetti. I looked up and all of us sighed in relief as the Avengers' jet appeared from behind the mountains of rubble.

"Oh, thank god." Dad sighed as Wanda raised her hand and shot red energy into the air, alerting the jetti to where we were.

"We're getting out of here." Dad nodded, giving me a reassuring smile as it landed a hundred yards away. The door slid down, creating a ramp up to the jetti and Natasha and Steve ran out, both in their full suits.

"Is everyone okay?" Steve asked as they ran to us.

"The glass in Y/N's leg just missed her artery, so it was easy enough to close the wound." Dad nodded. Natasha sighed and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Let's get out of here. Whoever just blew our home up will be back to make sure that they finished us all off, so we need to go." Wanda spoke, making everyone nod as Wanda and dad stood up.

"Peter, you got her?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah." He nodded, giving me a reassuring smile as he picked me up bridal style again and started to carry me to the jetti.