friday 24th of june 2016

"No."

Peter released a frustrated groan and glared at his best friend. "Mason, stop being an asshole!"

Mason shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly. "There's nothing you can do to stop me from coming. I don't give a shit if you want to play hero with me, I'm not gonna listen. Besides, how're you gonna keep me from going?"

"I could knock you out?" Peter suggested and Mason scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Then I'd get my sister to kick your ass." He retorted and Peter scoffed, unknowing that he was going to rescue the girl Mason was talking about.

"Whatever, I could take her." He muttered, and Mason laughed aloud.

"You and I both know you couldn't." He responded with a quirked eyebrow. Peter nudged him softly, before sighing.

"Mason, it's not that I don't want you to come, it's just--"

"You don't want me to come." Mason pursed his lips. "I get it. You don't want me getting hurt. But Bladerunner got hurt rescuing me, I have to make sure she's okay."

"She will be." Peter assured him. "But I'm gonna need you to trust me."

"You lost my trust the day you lost my favourite t-shirt." Mason grumbled and Peter chuckled, patting his back and glancing at the door when it opened, revealing Tony.

"C'mon, we're taking the Quinjet then walking in on foot. Romanoff's coming with us." He announced, and waved Peter over. As the webslinger walked past him, he glanced at Mason, who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "There's a TV upstairs, amuse yourself."

Mason scoffed as the billionaire walked out. He scrunched his face up, before blow out a puff of frustrated air. "Nah, I'm going."

He silently ran out, seeing Tony's figure turn corners. Managing to follow him onto the jet, Mason sunk in the corner and pulled his knees to his chest, watching as the trio fired it up.

He was going to see his sister again.

+++

J.D's screams were muffled as Krüger's assistant shoved a cloth in her mouth. Tears spilled from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks.

"Is it working?" The assistant queried, and Krüger held up a finger, staring down at J.D's bleeding body.

"Her healing abilities are active." The scientist replied. "Though we can't currently tell if the serum is doing anything."

"Will she die?"

Krüger snarled. "Only if we want her to."

+++

"She's at the abandoned South Fourth Street Station in Brooklyn." Tony said, looking at his map. He was able to hack the traffic cameras and find the black van. Though the actual attack wasn't documented, Peter was able to remember what it looked like.

"I've never heard of it." Peter answered. Tony sent him a look. "What?"

"You've never gotten bored, searched random shit on the internet?" The billionaire queried. "Never fallen into a wikihole? I'm three times your age and I've done that."

Peter rolled his eyes. "How come he chose that station?"

"Because it's never been used." Natasha Romanoff said from where she was sitting. "It's the last place anyone would think to look because barely anyone knows it exists."

"How are we supposed to get in there without being seen?" Peter continued. "Won't they hear us coming?"

"They won't, because we won't be talking until we see them." Tony muttered.

"But what if-"

"Shut up or I'm dumping you at the next bus stop." The older man pointed a finger at Peter, causing the teen to shut up instantly. Tony released an over exaggerated sigh of relief. "Thank god. Now I can think."

+++

J.D's bottom lip trembled as she tried to push herself further into the corner of Krüger's makeshift lab. She still didn't know where she was, the environment was completely foreign to her. Was she back in Europe? Was she still in New York?

"Get away from me." She wheezed as Krüger's assistant, who she had now learned the name of approached her. Alexander, a somewhat formal name for the violent punk, tried to grab her, but she attempted to swat him away. She had gained some feeling in her legs again, but they were still in the healing process and the weakest part of her body. "Please."

"I can't believe you'd rather sit in that corner rather than in the comfort of the cell I slaved away to make for you." Krüger called from the operating table. The tone of his sadistic voice was taunting and made J.D feel sick to her stomach. She could feel the tension in the air, as well as the exhausting pain all over her body. She couldn't stand another minute of it, but she wasn't close to having enough strength to escape from their grasp. "You never appreciate all I do."

"You're a fucking psycho." J.D spat, and Krüger tutted, a smirk growing on his face.

"Watch your language around me, my dear." He shook his head, placing his pencil down and nodding at Alexander.

J.D yelped as the assistant grabbed her, putting pressure on her torso wounds. Her mind was fogged with the pain she was feeling, she only saw neon lights flashing and only heard a constant ringing. She wanted the pain to stop. She wanted it all to end.

AS SOON AS PETER AND TONY heard a muffled wail from inside the station, they quickened their pace. The night had become dark around them and the suburban town was deserted. Peter could feel nerves building in his stomach, he wouldn't be comforted until he had Bladerunner in his arms again.

"Alright, when we get in there, you're gonna stay behind me in case they have weapons. When I signal, you're going to web 'em up and I'll get the girl." Tony said, and Peter nodded, releasing a shaky breath as they walked through the entrance cautiously. "Let's go."

The station was haunting. Steel pillars  were rusting away, holding the thick concrete steady above them. Graffiti littered the walls, as well as blown in trash and leaves. There was a strong scent of tobacco and marijuana in the air, causing Peter to screw his nose up in disgust. "You really think they're keeping her here?"

"Pretty sure." The billionaire muttered. "Friday, scan for heat signatures."

The duo wandered through the station, the gravel crunching below their feet. Peter swallowed as he heard another yelp of pain, then silence.

Tony nudged his arm and pointed towards a closed off corner. Peter jumped onto the platform and walked over, the older man in suit. They reached a door that read 'Authorised Personnel Only', and Peter placed his gloved hand on the rusty knob.

"Kid, you deaf?" Tony grumbled, shoving in front and ushering him behind the suit. "I'm not bringing you back to Aunt May with another black eye. She won't invite me over for walnut date loaf again."

Peter scoffed and folded his arms, peering over the shoulder of the suit as Tony held up his arm and blasted the door open.

They stood at the doorway for a second, staring down the two men that seemed frozen in the middle of the room. One was burly and big-headed, though a look of fright was plastered onto his large face. The other was slightly scrawny and hunched over an operating table, a syringe and knife in hand. He held himself together a lot better than his comrade, though. He straightened his back and gripped the knife a little tighter in his hand. 

The lab itself was quite impressive. There was a large metal desk in one corner, papers neatly arranged and equations drawn up on a small chalkboard that lay on the surface. 

Not even a metre from the operating table was almost a cage, fit for a large dog. Blood was splattered on the newspaper that had been put down, and Peter suddenly felt more nauseous than he did before. 

Test tubes were scattered around the room, brightly coloured liquids sitting inside. 

But what caught Peter's eyes was the figure on the tin operating table in the centre of the room. 

She had been laid down, her feet in line with her shoulders, and her arms at her sides. An oxygen mask was attached to her mouth, as well as a needle in her arm connected to a long wire with blue chemicals flowing through. 

His jaw tightening, Peter returned his gaze to the scientist and his companion, who seemed to be reaching for any kind of weapon to defend themselves. Raising his hand, he scowled and shot webbing at the scientist first, tying up his arms, then his legs, then hitting him straight in the face, covering his mouth. Then he did the same to the assistant, who attempted to put up more of a fight, though he went down just as easily. 

Tony tried to walk over to Bladerunner, but Peter pushed himself forward.

Everything felt so rushed, he could barely comprehend the situation as it was happening. All he could remember was stumbling over to the operating table where the bloodied person was strapped down. His shaking hands reached down and he whipped off his mask, his vision blurry before it focused on a face.

Her face. 

"Kid, stick to the plan!" Tony's voice was fuzzy in his ears, all he could hear was his heavy breathing and his heart pounding.

Peter thought he was just seeing things at first. He thought the unconscious girl covered in blood just happened to resemble the girl he had been pining over, that he was just imagining it. But when he pressed his hand to her freezing cheek, he knew it was real.

"Get out of dreamland, kid." Tony yelled. "We need to get these guys and your friend on the jet."

Peter forced tears that were threatening to spills away so that he could concentrate on getting her out. He tugged the oxygen mask off and carefully pulled the needle out. He looped one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, adjusting her in his grip.

He expected her to wake up from all the commotion they were making, but she didn't even stir, she was almost completely still.

Tony held the Doctor and his assistant by the webbing they were tied up in, both knocked out. The billionaire nodded towards the exit and Peter walked out with her in his arms.

He got distracted every few seconds when his eyes would trail down to her dirty face. Red coated her skin and her eyes were softly shut. She seemed tranquil, which Peter didn't really understand.

Everything was hitting him at once.

Why didn't she tell him?

Had he really seen the girl he loved shot down before him?

Had he actually kissed J.D Purnell?

Peter noticed that her suit was practically in shreds, holes were everywhere and the torso had been split open, replaced with bandages instead. Blood coated the white gauze, and it made Peter sick to look at.

How was he supposed to explain this to Mason?

MASON WATCHED FROM THE SIDE OF THE ROAD as Peter and Tony walked past, both of them holding people. He leaned forward a bit, his forehead creasing in concern when he saw a limp body in Peter's arms. "Shit, they actually did it."

He frowned when he saw a better glimpse of J.D, and he placed a shaking hand over his mouth. Her head was tucked into Peter's chest, but she was coated in scarlet blood and unconscious.

He stepped forward, but his foot got caught in the grass and bush he was hiding in. The yellowing leaves tangled themselves around his ankle so he could barely move. Groaning quietly, he tugged at it, and got so distracted that when he heard the engine of the Quinjet, he gasped in fright and fell over, his foot being released. 

Mason took off running down the train tracks, trying not to trip over. He yelled out in pain when he jumped over the chained barrier and landed unevenly. Agony shot up his side and he bit his lip as he bent over, wheezing. "Owwww."

Hearing a blast above him, he looked up and collapsed to the floor, swearing under his breath.

"Nice one, idiot." He grumbled to himself. 

Now he had to find a way to get home. 

HI WOW I'M BACK

SOZ I HAD REALLY BAD WRITERS BLOCK WHICH IS WHY THIS IS REALLY SHIT HAHAHAHA LMAO

also i'm writing this instead of learning shit for exams which i'm probably gonna fail #lovelife

also i saw doctor strange on friday and it was sO GOOD HOLY SHIT EVERYONE GO SEE IT IT'S AMAZING WOWOWOWOWOWOW

ALSO RACHEL MCADAMS' CHARACTER CHRISTINE WAS THE ONLY MAIN MARVEL FEMALE LOVE INTEREST I'VE LOVED SINCE PEGGY WHICH IS A HUGE ACHIEVEMENT 

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