Imagine

The final flight

Peter's POV

"Y/N!" I yelled, shooting a web to get closer to her, my heart leaping as I saw how close she was to falling.
"Aw, lover boy came to save you!" Hela cackled, and with that she pulled a piece of glass from her pocket, and stabbed Y/N in the chest.
"No!" I screamed, hurtling at Hela, hands outstretched. I yanked her back, but in my haste, she lost her grip on Y/N and she wobbled on the edge.
She looked me in the eyes, blood trickling down her stomach, and simply said, "Goodbye Peter." As she slipped and fell of the edge.
Just like in my dream. But I wouldn't wake up this time.
"Y/N! NO!"
I hurled myself over the edge as Tony came running up, accompanied by Cap and Nat, who each grabbed one of Hela's arms and began chaining her up.
I looked at Tony, his face full of shock and horror, before disappearing down.
I shot out a web, swinging onto building after building, until I was close enough to get to her.
"Y/N, I'm here, just grab my hand," I called, and I reached out to her. For a split second I thought it was too late, that she would hit the ground before I could get to her.
But in one last motion, she lifted her hand, and I grabbed onto it, pulling her up into my arms and swinging us back up, holding her tightly.
We landed in time to see Hela being led away by Nat and Cap, and Tony rushed over at the sight of his daughter.
"Thank you, Peter." He whispered, holding her close.
She was alive.
I had saved her in time.

Bruce assessed the glass wound, and told Tony she would be okay, but his eyes told a different story.
Y/N was losing consciousness, fast. Her eyes opened suddenly, as she took in her surroundings.
She mumbled something about a missile, and I looked at Tony in alarm, but he shook his head.
"She was lying. Hela. She wanted to get into Y/N's head, but I guess some part of her knew Hela was lying, and didn't let it distract her. Until now."
Y/N's head dropped down, and I quickly caught her before she hit it on the floor.
"She's unconscious now," He said, "But breathing."

I chanted the same seven words over and over in my head, from the moment we left the warehouse, to her hospital operation to remove the glass, to taking her home and laying her down in the medical room.
I love you, please stay with me, I love you I love you, please stay with me, I love you. I love you. Please stay with me.
We sat in the living room for what seemed like eternity, until Bruce finally came through and said:
"You can come and see her now. She's awake."