Without You {𝟙𝟚} | Marvel √

chapter fifteen

Meanwhile, Sam was soaring through the sky, evading getting hit by Iron Man's shots. "Clint, can you get him off me?" he asked into comms.

On the ground, Barton aimed an arrow at Iron Man, calculating everything before taking his shot. "Buckled in?" he asked.

Miniaturized, Ant-Man stood on the arrow, hyping himself up. "Yeah. No, I'm good. I'm good, Arrow Guy. Let's go. Let's go—!"

Right then, Barton shot the arrow and the head split into multiple pieces as Iron Man shot the shards. Ant-Man dove between Iron Man's splayed fingers and slipped inside the suit at the shoulder joint.

Emma had bent down to assist Spider-Man, but he quickly got right back to his feet, facing Captain America. He shot a web but the blond caught, pulling Spider-Man towards him before knocking him down with his shield.

Emma gasped, stumbling to her feet as she watched Spider-Man hit the ground. "Peter!" she called out.

She stepped towards him only to stop in her place again when he got to his feet, shot up a web and swung himself up on top of a gangway. Emma and Captain America looked up at him as the male asked, "Stark tell you anything else?"

"That you're wrong. You think you're right. That makes you dangerous," Spider-Man said before he jumped off the gangway, swinging around to attack him but Captain America leaped forward, kicking him backwards, the boy crashing into the gangway's leg.

Emma widened her, another gasp slipping from her mouth before she ran up to Captain America when he said, "Guess he had a point." He threw his shield at the leg and the gangway fell. Spider-Man was quick to get to his feet, holding the gangway up.

"Peter!" Emma shouted again before punching Captain America's arm in annoyance, but only hurt herself in the process, "What is your problem?!"

"My...?" Captain America murmured as Emma quickly ran towards Spider-Man, "Emma...!"

When she got to the gangway, Spider-Man shook his head at her while struggling to keep the heavy weight above him. "You just can't make up your mind," he muttered, "Stubborn."

"I am," she said.

"You got heart, kid," Captain America said and the two glanced back at him, "Where you from?"

"Queens."

"Brooklyn," Captain America said before he began to run off.

"Wait, you can't just leave him!" Emma yelled out and Captain America glanced back at her, "He can get hurt—"

"Then you help him," Captain America told her, "The less you help me, the better." He shot her a charming smile before running off and Emma was left there, with a shocking look over her.

When she heard Spider-Man groaning behind her, she quickly turned back to him, staring at him worryingly. She shook her head before hastily got under the gangway, holding it up as she fired up the wrist controls, attempting to push it off.

"What do you think you're doing?" Spider-Man asked.

"I'm trying to save you from yourself," she muttered.

"What do you think I'm doing?!" He lightly snapped and she quickly looked at him, finding he was already looking at her.

"I don't need you to save me," she told him.

"Well, if I don't, who else will?" Spider-Man asked and Emma eyed him quietly, blinking madly.

Meanwhile, Barton popped up from behind a luggage carrier, firing an arrow at the hovering Iron Man, who shot at him. The archer ducked down, sliding over behind another carrier and when Iron Man tried to shot him — his arm-laser malfunctioned. "Friday?" he asked.