The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-nine - Question gone unasked

I stood on the balcony of the Tower, getting a breath of fresh air whilst the party continued to wind down in the living room, it having dissolved into what was left of the Avengers drinking and laughing with each other whilst sitting on Tony's plush furnishings.

"You okay?" I looked over my shoulder and smiled as Peter's hand landed on my lower back and he appeared next to me.

"Yeah, I just needed some air. I'm by far the dumbest person in that room, and by far the least intimidating." I smiled, making Peter laugh as he leant against the glass rail beside me.

"Neither of those things are true, babe. You're so smart, and you're definitely intimidating, especially when I've done something wrong." He teased. I smirked and shook my head as I looked back out over the lights of New York and Queens, there being something very peaceful about the normally buzzing but now asleep cities.

"You know what I still find crazy?" I asked quietly as I looked at Peter.

"What's that?" he replied.

"All of that time, this was part of your life, and I had no idea. I know that MJ and May knew, and this isn't me telling you off or anything for not telling me, but it's just insane that this was part of the life of a sixteen-year-old kid from Queens." I chuckled and shook my head. Peter sighed and nodded as he straightened up next to me and curled his arm further around my waist as he did.

"I mean, you know that I didn't tell you to keep you safe. But, yeah. For a young guy who officially has never left Queens or done anything with his life, I've done quite a lot." He nodded.

"You have. And I'm proud of you for that." I admitted. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face as he leant down and pecked my lips. I returned it, my gaze still on Peter as he pulled away but kept his gaze on me.

"Babe, can I ask you something?" he asked as his land slowly and subtly slipped into his trouser pocket. I gulped, my heart starting to speed up as I suspected what the question would be. And fuck, I was hoping that I was right. I nodded slowly, making him gulp harshly.

"Y/N...will you-." Peter's question was interrupted by a loud bang, making us both look back into the living room. My eyes widened as the room was filling with smoke and the doors appeared to have been blown off, gunfire already filling the space.

"Peter, what's going on? It's those guys again, isn't it?" I gulped as he shoved whatever it was back into his pocket and clicked on the watch that Tony had given him, making his suit start to form over his dinner suit.

"I don't know, but I need you to stay here." He nodded, his eyes still glued to the quickly unravelling scene as he started to move towards the glass doors. My eyes widened.

"Peter, no, don't leave me here." I choked. He looked at me, his expression softening as he rushed to me and gently took my face in his hands.

"You're safer out here than you are in there. Just stay low, and don't come in until I get you. I love you." He nodded, his lips quickly pressing to mine before he threw the door open and rushed in to help the others fight whoever had invaded Tony's home. I gulped and crouched down, my shaking hands pressed against the glass as I tried to stay out of sight. I couldn't help but suspect that the same guys attacking now were the same people who had taken me before, and I knew that they were the same people who had taken MJ and I six years ago. I had yet to figure out who their leader was, though, and that was the terrifying part. The fact that we still didn't know who was behind it all. I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. The issue was that they didn't belong to Peter. My eyes widened as the thug started to haul me up, his bulky arms quickly trapping me against his body.