A Hard Choice (Peter P. Xreader) (Completed)

The fight (part 3)

Peter's pov

As I kept trying to look like I was paying attention to what he was saying, I kept pleading y/n mentally to wake up.

-"Why are you telling me this?" Cause it's not like I'm interested anyways. Y/n this would be a great time to wake up. I thought.

I felt something telling me that something was off. I didn't have time to hear his answer before the Vulture suit came in through the wall, passing right over my head as I ducked down.

That son of a bitch, he was trying to distract me. Hey I just swore. Okay, back to business.

He kept his suit flying, always missing me. He kept crashing in every wall.

-"I'm sorry, Peter." He stopped for a moment. "What do you mean he's not answering. I don't have time for this. What am I supposed to do with her?" He was talking a hand to his ear, probably with his men.

-"What are you talking about? And that thing didn't even touch me yet, you're not really good at being a villain, are you?. And who are you talking to?"

-"Two things. First off, you're lucky but according to recent information, Stark isn't answering his phone so she's of no use. You can have her back."

He took a small knife and cut the ropes, took her by the arm and threw her at my feet. She rolled a bit on the floor but stopped, face up, on her back, not moving. Shit, she was still unconscious.

-"And what's the second thing?"

-"It wasn't really trying to touch you, kid."

I just had time to run towards y/n and cover her body with mine as the ceiling fell on us, trapping us under a ton of stone. I must've passed out for a moment because when I opened my eyes, I couldn't hear anything, which meant that Vulture was probably gone.

I started panicking, took my mask off so I could breathe. I couldn't really move. The brick was starting to weight on me, but I couldn't let it fall on the both of us.

-"Help us, please! Help!" I yelled.

I looked down. Y/n had her eyes closed. I lowered my ear to try and hear her breathing. It was faint but it was there. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and tried to sit up, our heads hitting in the process. Even if it hurt slightly, I felt myself relax a little.

-"Ouch, sorry Peter. Where are we, why are you right there, why is there stone all around us? How long was I out?"

-"In a parking lot, I tried to save you from being crushed, the motherfucker dropped the ceiling on us. I don't know, an hour, maybe."

We were very close, our faces less than an inch from each other. Suddenly all the feelings that I had stored away in a corner of my mind came rushing back. Her lips, slightly parted, her short breathing. I could kiss her right now.

-"Hey, earth to Peter. We got something to do. I don't know what you were just thinking but it can surely wait to later."

-"yeah, sorry."

-"Help! Someone, please, help us!" We both yelled until our throats hurt.

We were both starting to panic a little. We're going to die here, I'm not strong enough. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream.

-"Help, We're down here! Please! Please!" I couldn't control the sobs in my voice.

-"Peter, please, look at me." I stopped. I could feel hot tears streaming down my face. Y/n was crying too.