All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 52

Everyone had been either evacuated or escorted to a safer place to wait out the crisis. Parts of buildings, torn-apart vehicles, and whole objects were floating above and crashing back down to the ground as different areas of gravity changed from weightless to overpowering. (Y/n) and Peter moved as fast as they could, trying to help people and first responders while avoiding being crushed by flying projectiles. They both moved from one end of Queens to another, trying to find the source of the messed up gravity. Or even better, the person behind all this. The hours bled together as they still didn't find anything.

Peter had ended up somewhere in Utopia when he could not move when everything suddenly became heavy again. His feet felt like they were digging into the sidewalk, his knees buckling under the pressure. He was drawing in breath like he was dying. His lungs burned. Like he had been doing the fitness gram pacer test on steroids. He was leaning heavily against a brick wall as the world spun with his hand over his heart, forcing his chest to go down as he breathed. His stomach churned, a sick feeling rising in his stomach.

"Peter?"

(Y/n), he thought, hearing her voice from his mask. She doesn't sound too different.

He didn't even have the energy to be mad in his thoughts, much less his body.

A shadow loomed over him, making his head spin. His eyes widened as he moved away from a stray motorcycle that was falling toward him. Peter ran, his body trying to move against the newfound sense of heaviness in every muscle of his body. As he moved just in time, he didn't look behind him as he heard it crash harshly against brick and sidewalk.

"Peter?! You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Found anything yet?" he asked.

"Yes, but-"

"Great job! What's causing-"

"Kid, you really are an idiot sometimes,"

Shivers instantly ran up his spine as he heard the familiar, and chilling, voice. Even though he wasn't there with him, Peter's eyes widened nervously.

"M-mr. Stark?" he said, stuttering for a new reason.

"Why didn't you two call me?!"

"I don't know, maybe we've been dealing with PEOPLE AND CHANGING GRAVITY FOR THE LAST THREE HOURS,"

"Calm the sass, Lancelot. Kid, look up,"

Peter did so and saw two familiar figures up in the sky. (Y/n) was the first one to land next to him. Sweat glistened off her skin, and her hair was a wild mess around her face. Tony was the next to land next to her, his mask disappearing to reveal the deep scowl on his face.

"What is it with teenagers that makes them think that they don't need any help, huh?" he asked.

(Y/n) sighed. "Tony, you can scold us later, I promise, but please, just tell him what you found," (Y/n) pleaded, fatigue even more evident in her voice now that she was in front of him.

Peter looked at her. "Found? Found what?" he asked.

"Well, if you two knuckleheads stopped moving for a moment, maybe you could've thought to use my multibillion-dollar satellites. If you did, you would have found this. FRIDAY," Tony said, lifting his hand, palm up.

"Right away, sir,"

Instantly, a blue holographic map of Queens showed up with various red dots marking certain places. Each dot was spaced evenly apart, covering everywhere they'd been in the last few hours.