Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

43. No Regrets

Thunder cracks, the sky is crying
On her back she's pushing trying...
Living's hard and dying's easy
My mistakes they won't defeat me

Our bodies materialized minutes later after what felt like an acid trip... I think. I've never experienced one. We appeared on a dirty alleyway, full of upside down cars and scattered fires.

The white suits compressed themselves to reveal our real and regular suits. Steve wore an old design, the one his 2012 self is currently wearing. My dad had his typical Antman one while I had the Iron Bee, but it felt weird since I hadn't worn it in the last five years. Tony and Bruce, on the other hand, were dressed as civilians. It was all part of the plan.

Mr. America peeked his head into the bigger street. "All right, we all have our assignments. Two Stones uptown, one Stone, down. Stay low. Keep an eye on the clock."

A loud roar interrupted his patriotic speech. When we looked to see what it was, we saw the 2012 Hulk smashing a Chitauri with a car. He got wayyy into it, because he stomped the car until it was fully imprinted on the pavement.

Bruce, the one of our timeline, smiled nervously and covered his face, earning a playful roll of eyes on my part.

"Maybe smash a few things along the way," Steve suggested.

"I think it's gratuitous, but whatever," he snarled while ripping his tank top off. His hands went upwards, a horrible attempt at playing the threatening role. He punched a taxi and threw a motorcycle away. He flinched when the alarm cars went off.

Meanwhile, my dad spontaneously kissed my forehead. "I know you're a big girl, but promise me you'll still take care of yourself. Okay?" I nodded.

The green guy glimpsed at me to verify if he did a good job or not. I cleared my throat. "That was... I'm speechless, honestly," I responded, still stunned by the fact we had just time traveled. As the plan indicated, I used my boots to jump on his hopefully not sweaty back and held tight over his shoulders. "C'mon, doc. Where we're going we don't need roads."

Before we parted, I heard my dad yelling, "Yes, I educated her well!"

Not gonna lie, the ride was bumpy as hell. I slipped once, landing on a huge chunk of concrete seven meters down. Nothing broke, but it did wind me up good. After Bruce profusely apologized, I told him it was no big deal and that we should hurry up nonetheless.

The problem, however, was when I spotted the gold and green float. The person who had somehow ruined everything and saved me simultaneously. The person who carried my faith in his hands all those years ago. "Shit."

He stopped climbing the building's windows, clawing the surface so we wouldn't fall down. "What? What's wrong?"

"I- I was here too in 2012. In the battle, I mean," I fumbled.

His head vaguely twisted towards me. "I thought you lived in San Francisco."

I sighed, knowing I would have to repeat the same old story. "I did. I do. But my best friend, who's probably already dead at this point, invited me to come along."

He hissed. "I'm afraid to ask... did we accidentally kill him?"

"No no no, don't worry. Loki's scepter after a car crash did," I blankly announced.

"Sorry for your loss. I-I'm not great at comforting people, let alone teenagers..." Bruce unstuck his hand and proceeded in walking over the building.

"It doesn't matter. I just... I wish I could help him, but I know I can't no matter how much I want to." I realized my burden was not apporting anything, so I decided to let go of my complaining and scoffed. "You know what? Forget I said anything. It's fine."