Requested by authmarie: The scene from Homecoming, where Peter is trapped underneath the rubble, but Y/N is trapped too. She doesn't have powers to help her get out, so Peter has to rescue her. When he finally gets her out, he sees that she's hurt, so he takes her to Tony for him to heal her.

My head pounded harshly, numbing waves of pain starting to move through me as the drug slowly but surely wore off. I groaned in pain, my eyes squeezing more tightly shut and my mouth being overwhelmed with the dryness that was creeping into it as I woke up. I slowly raised my head and started to force my eyes open. But as soon as I had, I wished that I hadn't. My eyes widened as I looked around, my heart starting to race in anxiety as I seemed to be in some kind of empty and derelict warehouse. I looked down and my eyes widened further as I was tied to the chair that I was sitting on, my body still clad in my now dirty prom dress as my wrists sat tied to the arms of the chair.

"No, no, no." I choked and shook my head, panic starting to set in and tears already beginning to prick my eyes as I clenched my fists and desperately started to pull at my restraints.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. You'll only hurt yourself." My head shot up at the sound of the voice ringing out from the shadows in front of me. I gulped harshly and desperately tried not to look as scared as I felt.

"Who the fuck are you?! Show yourself!" I demanded loudly.

"You know who I am, Y/N. And you know because you know who Peter is." My eyes widened, my heart once again jumping in anxiety as the Vulture slowly but surely emerged from the shadows. I clenched my jaw and gulped again as I continued to try and not show how fucking terrified I was. Because he was right, I knew that my boyfriend was Spider-Man. Meaning that I'd heard all about who this guy was, and how dangerous he had been in his fights against Peter so far. Tonight had started off like a dream, with my boyfriend of a year, Peter, turning up to my house in his incredibly smart suit. His eyes had widened as soon as he had also seen me in my dress, instantly making me feel like the most perfect girl in the world. Maybe because to my loving boyfriend, I was. We had arrived at the school and had happily danced the night away with Ned and MJ, our two best friends only making the night better. But then, well...we had decided to sneak away for a bit. We had stumbled into one of the empty classrooms with our lips joined and Peter's hands roaming my body, both of us becoming more excited the clearer it became what we were about to do. But like it often did because of Peter's job as Spider-Man, that was when it got ruined. I had felt a sharp stab in my neck before being yanked away from Peter, and next thing that I'd known, I had woken up here, only seconds ago. It was obvious that the Vulture had successfully captured me but had obviously failed to get Peter, and so was using me annoyingly as bait. So, now, I just had to wait for my boyfriend to come and get me. Typical damsel-in-distress bullshit, and I hated it.

"So, what's the plan? Strangle me, hit me, threaten to kill me if I don't tell you where Peter is?" I spat as I continued to try and act like I wasn't petrified of what might happen to me. He chuckled and shook his head as he looked at me.

"No, nothing that fancy, darlin'. You're just going to sit here and look pretty whilst I use you to lure Peter in." He smirked, making me roll my eyes at the overwhelming cliche of the situation.

"Well, it worked. I'm here." My eyes widened, the Vulture whipping around to reveal Peter walking into the warehouse in his suit.

"Bit late to the party, Pete. You're supposed to love her, wasn't expecting it to take this long." The Vulture taunted.

"Get the fuck away from her." Peter spat, making me gulp as he stopped a few metres away from us. The Vulture shrugged and turned around to walk past me, and away from Peter.

"Alright, you win, I have a plane to catch anyway." He stated nonchalantly. My eyebrows furrowed, Peter's white eyes narrowing at the Vulture's words. Surely, this wasn't genuinely him giving up. Surely, it couldn't have been that easy.

"What-." Suddenly, something soared past my head, making me yelp out in surprise. Peter's white eyes widened as the Vulture flew towards him.

"Oh, shit!" My boyfriend yelled out before jumping in order to avoid the collision. He landed on one of the pillars, though had to jump seconds later as the Vulture continued to go after him. I gulped harshly and tried not to cry, my heart racing violently at the idea of potentially seeing Peter get hurt as the Vulture chased him and collided with each of the pillars in the process. Peter panted as he finally landed back against the concrete ground, one of his hands in between his feet as the Vulture also landed behind me.

"You missed, asshole." Peter spat. I gulped, my eyes wavering as I didn't even have to look at the villain to sense the smirk on his face. Because something didn't feel right. The entire situation had felt way too easy from the get-go, the Vulture had given up too quickly, and now had missed Peter on every single shot that he had taken. Something wasn't right. And it was terrifying me not knowing what that was.

"Did I?" The Vulture cooed before Peter's eyes widened. That was when I heard the quiet click of the button.

"NO!" I saw Peter outstretch his arm to me before the ceiling started to fall, making my eyes widen. I looked up, my heart virtually stopping and fear coursing through me all over again as all I could see was the huge slabs of concrete starting to break up and get closer to me by the second.

"PETER!"

Peter's P.O.V

Peter gasped as his eyes shot open, his heart harshly racing in his chest as he got shocked back into consciousness. He gulped and looked around, his mouth filled with the disgusting taste of rubble dust as he tried to assess the absolute shit-show of the situation. He was currently lying stomach-down among the rubble, his mask ripped so that one of the white eyes was now completely gone as smaller pieces of concrete surrounded him. That was when the most terrifying thought hit him: Y/N had been in the warehouse too. His eyes widened and he raised his head.

"Y/N?! Baby?!" He cried out as he slowly but surely forced himself to his knees. He puffed out, his eyes squeezing shut in pain and his arm desperately cradling his spasming stomach as he stumbled to his feet.

"ANGEL! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, PLEASE! SAY SOMETHING! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as his sore eyes hurriedly scanned over the landscape of rubble and destroyed building. That was all that he could see, and it was scaring the shit out of him. He choked and shook his head, his stomach twisting in anxiety at the idea that the love of his life had just been killed. Peter had become Spider-Man a few months before he had started dating Y/N, and so he had decided from the get-go to be honest with her about who he was, and what he did. She was so understanding and supportive of him, which were things that Peter would always appreciate. But the one thing that he hated about it was the fact that she was always in danger, simply because of who he was. This was far from the girl's first time being kidnapped to lure him, but this was a new level. This was the first time where she may have genuinely been killed because of Peter, and that was tearing him up inside.

"BABY, PLEASE! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He screamed again desperately. "Peter!" His eyes widened as he heard her quiet voice.

"Y/N! ANGEL, WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled out as he scrambled up the nearest pile of rubble to get a better view.

"I'm here! Please, I-I can't move!" He choked and let his eyes flutter shut for a second, waves of relief washing over him at the fact that his girlfriend was alive, she had survived. It would potentially be a whole other thing to actually get her out of the rubble, but Peter was taking every small win right now. His eyes scanned over the disastrous scene before they widened at the sight of a hand poking out of the rubble and moving in any way that it could to attract his attention.

"I'M COMING, BABE! HANG IN THERE, YOU'LL BE OKAY!" He shouted back as he started to rush to get to her, before it was too late.

Y/N's P.O.V

I coughed violently, my head pounding even more harshly than it had been before as my eyes fluttered open for the second time tonight. I winced and shut them again as they immediately stung with the rubble dust that was obviously a result of the building having collapsed. My eyes shot back open at that realisation. Oh, fuck, I thought, I'm under a collapsed building. I gulped harshly and raised my head to look around, though quickly found that that was the only way that I could move. My eyes slowly raked down my body, my hands starting to shake in fear of what I'd see. My eyes wavered, a choke leaving my lips as I saw the shard of glass stuck in my side.

"Oh my god...oh my fucking god." I choked as my heart jumped in fear. I cried out in pain as I tried to move my legs too, my eyes squeezing shut and my teeth gritting in pain as I couldn't move at all. Though, I wasn't surprised with the massive slab of concrete that was trapping one of them, making it stupid for me to have tried at all. I gulped and looked around, all hope draining from my body at the realisation that I was truly buried. Even if I could get out, Peter finding me would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Not to mention that I was literally fucking buried, and so would likely run out of air soon. I rested my head back against the concrete, tears silently rolling down my cheeks as I started to give in. I couldn't help but smile slightly even through the drops of saltwater as I let myself at least die surrounded by memories of Peter. Memories of the day that he had first asked me out, and had been so nervous that he had almost chickened out. But thank fuck that he hadn't. Memories of how magical our first kiss has been, how perfectly Peter's hands had fit over my waist, as if they had been made to hold me. Maybe because they had been. None of the memories would make the fact that I was dying okay, but at least they would make it easier, even if that was only slightly.

"ANGEL! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, PLEASE! SAY SOMETHING! WHERE ARE YOU?!" My eyes widened, my heart jumping in my chest as I heard Peter's voice yell out. That meant two things: firstly, that he'd also survived the blast, but also...that he was looking for me. I choked and smiled, tears of happiness starting to leave my eyes at the idea that we might actually get out of this alive as I raised my hand and started to poke my fingers through the small gap in the rubble above me. I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain of the rock scratching up my skin as I desperately pushed them through.

"Come on, fucking come on." I spat quietly as slowly but surely, my whole hand forced its way into the open air.

"BABY, PLEASE! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I heard him scream again desperately.

"Peter!" I screamed back as loud as my dust-caked mouth and lungs would allow.

"Y/N! ANGEL, WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yelled in response.

"I'm here! Please, I-I can't move!" I returned as I desperately waved my hand about, and just hoped to any god out there that he'd be able to see it from wherever he was.

"I'M COMING, BABE! HANG IN THERE, YOU'LL BE OKAY!" He shouted back, making my eyes flutter shut and a quiet breath of relief leave my lips. Within seconds, I could hear footsteps above me, a choke of happiness leaving my lips as I felt my boyfriend's spandex-covered hand tightly grip mine.

"Baby, oh my god, are you okay?!" I heard him choke.

"I-I don't know, I'm hurt, and my leg is trapped, but I'm alive." I gulped and nodded to myself.

"Good, that's what matters. I'm going to get you out of here." He promised. The rocks above me started to shift, my heart finally relaxing as Peter's half-covered face came into view. His eyes widened as he looked down at me.

"Angel, oh my god, I thought that you were dead." He choked as he jumped down into the small space and pulled my torso onto his lap.

"I thought that you were dead too. God, I was so relieved when I heard you yelling." I whispered and shook my head as tears started to leave both of our eyes.

"Trust me, I was relieved when I heard you too. I'm going to get you out of here." He nodded before looking down and assessing the situation. He sighed, making me gulp and try to read his face as his eyes flicked between the shard of glass in my side, and my trapped leg.

"What is it, Pete?" I gulped. He returned it and looked at me.

"The glass will have to stay in since I don't know what it's hit, so it'll have to stay in until I can get you to Mr. Stark. But your leg...baby, I can't lift the concrete and pull you out at the same time, so you'll have to pull yourself out. And with that glass in your side...it'll hurt. A lot." He nodded. My eyes wavered, the fear creeping in again as I gulped harshly and forced myself to sit up.

"Do it, Pete, just do it. Temporary pain will be worth surviving, right?" I shrugged nonchalantly in a weak attempt to hide how much pain I was already in, and how scared I was. He sighed and gave me a sorry smile before looking at the slab.

"Okay, babe. I'm going to lift on 'three', and when I say 'go', you have to move back as fast as you can. I don't know if I'll be strong enough to do this twice." He warned.

"I'm ready, let's do this." I lied with a nod. He returned it and gulped, my heart racing harshly as it tried to prepare my body for the pain that I was about to experience.

"One...two...three!" Peter clenched his jaw, his biceps bulging harshly underneath his suit as he started to lift the slab off of my leg. I winced and choked as the easing of the pressure let pain start to flood into the limb, my bare leg bloody and cut up as a result of being trapped.

"GO, NOW, BABY, NOW!" Peter yelled. I cried out as I forced myself to move back, my eyes squeezing shut as pain rapidly swept through the wound in my side. After what felt like an agonising eternity, my leg was free, making both Peter and I puff out as he dropped the slab. He looked at me.

"Are you okay, angel? Tell me that you're okay." He gulped as he rushed to my side again and gently cupped my cheek with his hand. I panted heavily and looked at him.

"I'm okay. But I'm more than ready to get that medical treatment from Tony now." I nodded. Peter smiled and shook his head, making me chuckle weakly as my boyfriend curled his arms around my body to pick me up bridal-style.

I lay in the bed in the medical suite, my hand grasped in Peter's and my head tilted on the pillow to look at the screen that he and Tony were also looking at.

"So, you got very lucky, Y/N. The glass missed all internal organs, and we'll keep a close eye on you in terms of infections from any bacteria. As for your leg, very broken, but that can be fixed. I'll put you in the regeneration cradle tomorrow, and you'll be walking again in a week." He smiled as he turned to look at me again. My eyes widened and I looked at Peter, the boy chuckling and kissing my hand from his seat beside my bed before I looked back at Tony.

"You can do that?" I scoffed.

"Welcome to the big leagues, kid." He smirked and outstretched his arms, making Peter and I chuckle and shake our heads.

"I cannot thank you enough for this, Mr. Stark, seriously." Peter spoke.

"It's okay, Pete, you know that I'll do anything for you. Now, both of you rest up, it's been a very traumatic night for you, especially you, Y/N. I'll swing by, no pun intended, to check on you tomorrow morning. Sleep well." He nodded as he opened the suite door.

"Thanks, Tony." I smiled, making him give me a small one in return as he left the room. I sighed and bit my lip as I rested my head back against the pillow so that it was tilted towards Peter. He looked at me timidly, the boy's mouth hidden by my hand as he gently kissed my skin.

"I know that you're thinking right now. And you're wrong. It was not your fault." I shook my head. Peter sighed and lowered my hand so that his full face was now visible.

"How can you say that, baby? You literally got buried alive, because of me. Not to mention that this is far from the first time that you've been kidnapped, also because of me. You're not safe with me." He choked and shook his head as he looked down. I sighed and bit my lip, tears pricking my own eyes at seeing the love of my life so upset. Because I hated him being so hard on himself, always blaming himself for other people's actions. And so whenever I could, I'd stop those thoughts as soon as they'd start.

"Hey." I spoke as I gently cupped his face and raised it so that he was forced to look at me. He sighed and looked at me as a tear rolled down his skin.

"You were honest with me from the start of our relationship, so I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to dating you. Every day, Pete, I make the decision to date you, despite the dangers that come with that. I choose to risk being taken, to risk getting hurt, in order to be with you. And every day, I stand by that decision. Not once have I ever regretted it. And I never regret it because I love you. I love you so fucking much. So, I will take the danger of being with you any day over not being able to be with you, because I can't live without you. It also means that despite how much you tell yourself that it's your fault, it's not. I choose to be with you, okay? I choose. And I choose you." I reassured, my head nodding as I gently moved my fingers soothingly against his skin. He returned my nod and gave me a small smile, making me return it as he cupped his hand over mine and gently kissed my palm.

"Thank you, baby. It means a lot. For what it's worth, I love you so much too. God, I love you." He choked and shook his head.

"I know, Pete. I'll die before I forget that." I promised, making him give me a small smile as he stood from his chair and leant in to gently kiss me.