Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

t h i r t y - f i v e

A shrilling sound continued to get louder, and I pressed my hands deeper into the ground hoping my shield would keep away this direct impact.

The noise around us became deafening and ringing in my ears began.

Shards shattered everywhere from the impact and I was tucked under to keep from getting cut.

The world slowed and I watched as many of Thanos' troops were getting taken out. He wanted to see this planet fall so bad that he is risking many of his own troops. Does this mean he thought he was going to lose?

Breaking from whatever kind of trance I was in, all sound came rushing back to me fast, and the blasts had stopped. Dad helped me slowly get to my feet, and everything seemed amplified.

The crunch of dirt under someone's foot; the wind blowing ever so slightly; the heavy breathing of many.

I could feel the calloused fingers on my back holding me steady and the dirt across my own Captain America shield.

The cannons moved their focus away from us, and towards the sky.

"What the hell are they doing?" I asked, finally finding my tongue.

"Friday, what are they pointing at?" Stark asked.

A fiery red source entered our view and smashed straight through Thanos' ship. It flew through, before going back in again to cause more damage.

I looked over in the direction of Thanos and saw utter loss fall across his face and smile. That bastard deserves this.

I turned to Dad to see a weight off of his shoulders. "Danvers, we need an assist here."

"You know who that is?" I asked, my grin spreading further. "That's so cool."

She blasted across the field within seconds. Thanos was quick to catch on though, and tried to stop her. Of course, the ever badass females stopped him before he could get too far. Nothing seemed to hold the Titan down though, and he sent his sword right into the back of the van, blowing it up.

This sent a wave of energy out and everyone was knocked right back off their feet.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't give a grape panini a sword," I grumbled.

Getting up again, I saw Stark and Thanos rushing to grab the gauntlet. Stark was able to grab it first, but his grasp wasn't strong enough, and he was knocked away fast.

Reaching down again, Thanos attempted, yet again, to grab the gauntlet. This time, Thor stepped in with his axe. When the axe wasn't enough to kill him, he summoned Mjolnir from Dad's hand.

Dad saw his struggle, and jumped on Thanos' back to gain more leverage.

These methods almost worked, but Thor got head-butted and Dad was thrown over his shoulders and they both tumbled across the ground. Thanos crushed him under his weight, and then punched him in the head to make sure he stayed down.

I wasn't the only one heading in to battle against the Titan. Whoever Dad was calling Danvers appeared, and started throwing punches at Thanos.

I portaled on top of his shoulders, kicking his head in the process. The more damage, the better.

Danvers aimed for the leg, but he ended up grabbing her and throwing her across the field. I was knocked down from his shoulders, but that didn't stop me.

Using my magic, I whisked the gauntlet away from his hands, holding it carefully in my arms. He grabbed me by the legs as soon as it was in my grasp and held me upside down close to his face.

"You're quite annoying, little one," he commented.

"Pretty sure that's my job," I retorted back, sending the edge of my sling ring across his face, cutting it.

Head-butting him this time, he lost his grip and I came crashing down to the ground on my back. That's definitely gonna hurt tomorrow. Kicking a leg up, I aimed for the crotch and hoped and prayed it would hit.

The grunt confirmed it did, but the gauntlet was plucked straight out of my arms anyways.

He sent his large foot straight into my stomach, and I was sent flying back.

I didn't hit the ground, though. A pair of arms broke my fall and I looked up to see a pair of brown eyes.

"Hello there," I said, coughing from loss of air.

"General Kenobi," I heard him chuckle back.

Danvers was back on the scene doing her best, which was actually the best out of us all. The Power Stone had other plans though, and she was sent flying through the sky.

Analyzing what's left of this battle, there were really only two ways this fight could go. After seeing Stark glance at Strange before getting up, I immediately knew what was going to happen.

Peter sat with me on the side, knowing I didn't have the strength to get up at the moment and we both watched the one on one battle between Stark and Thanos.

Neither really had the upper hand for most of it, but as soon as Thanos could, Stark was thrown back, skidding across the ground.

Peter got up to go help him, but I held him back, telling him not to interfere.

A grin spreads across Thanos' face, and he spouted out, "I am inevitable."

A metal clink sounded out through the air, but nothing happened.

Confusion bubbled in his face and I saw he had no clue what had just happened. Turning the gauntlet around, he found all of the stones were missing.

Clinking was heard behind him, and we all turned to see the stones in an arrangement on Stark's glove instead.

"And I," he slowly breathed out, "am. . . Iron-man."

His snap sent white light across the sky and I covered my eyes.

Once our eyesight was returned to us, we watched as the many aliens that used to surround us slowly dust away into nothing but the dirt under our shoes.

The last of them remaining was Thanos. We watched him struggle to sit, before finally disappearing in a cloud of purples and greys.

Peter's attention was elsewhere, however. Stark was now sitting down, rubble supporting his upright position. I too followed, but at more of a distance.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked. "Hey! Mr. Stark. Can you hear me?"

His breath became super shaky, and mine caught in my throat.

"It's Peter. Hey, Mr. Stark. We won, Mr. Stark."

He continued to speak as though he couldn't hear him the first time and the shock of it all set in. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I went up to grab Peter.

He begrudgingly left his side and I felt his weight bear down on me as he collapsed into my arms. We both stood there crying for who knows how long, watching Stark and Ms. Potts share their last few words.

I shifted to rubbing Peter's back, and his head moved slowly onto my shoulder. I turned him away from viewing Stark, so he didn't have to see the light of the arc reactor die out.

As if the world wasn't dark enough, it seemed to darken even more. Peter's crying turned into heavy retching as he tried to find even just a bit of air.

His world seemed to be falling apart and there was nothing I could do about it.