just another one shots book

Dramatic

Peter stared into Tony's eyes. This was hard but he couldn't give up. He couldn't give him the satisfaction of winning. He was evil and he needed to be taken down.

He didn't have that many weapons. His options were few. He was loosing and he needed to make a move. It wasn't going to be that strong but he didn't have a choice.

His family was counting on him. If he lost the would be no next time. This wasn't a video game where you could try again. This was life. Once you die you never come back.

Tony smirked as he was hit. The hit was so weak it only scratched his armor. But that didn't matter with the next power move he had he was going to leave Peter permanently injured.

He glanced at the rest of him team. They stared at him in horror. They knew what that smirk meant. He was going to hurt Peter, he was going to hurt their cinnamon roll.

But they couldn't do anything about it. They were chained down. A tear rolled down Steve's face. He wasn't going to believe it. Tony wouldn't hurt Peter.

"You wouldn't," He said as he stared into Tony's dark eyes.

The once fun sarcastic and sleep deprived man was gone. All that was left was a monster that wanted to hurt everyone around him.

"Yes," Tony said and laughed darkly.

The Avengers looked away. They weren't going to watch. They couldn't watch. They all flinched when they heard the click followed by Peter's pained cry.

He pleaded for help but he knew they wouldn't help him. They couldn't. He was alone in this and he was going ot lose. He was going to die.

But he wasn't going to give up.

His mind raced with different ideas. He needed to defeat his father, even if it was the last thing he did. He had to do this for the rest. He had gotten them into this and he was going to get them back.

Then it hit him. He smiled. He looked into Tony's eyes. Tony's eyes filled with fear and his smirk fell. Peter almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

The Avengers, having looked back at the duo after they heard Peters cry, got filled with hope. Peter could win this. They believed in him.

Peter did it. Any remorse for the man in front of him. He smirked. Tony clutched his arc reactor and fell onto his knees, tears slipped from his eyes.

He had been defeated. He had been defeated by an over hormonal teenager. His pride was permanently damaged but he couldn't help but feel pride. He had trained this teenage boy. He had trained him so well.

He could die a happy man now. A smiled formed on his face before he collapsed, dead.

Pepper face palmed, Ned sighed and Mj rolled her eyes.

"It's a damn scrabble game! You guys are to dramatic!" they shouted in unison before leaving the Avengers common room.

503: words.