A Day of Unfortunate Events

Chapter 5: The End's Beginning

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      Peter watched as Thor's eyes opened and he let out a growl. It sounded like he was trying to control himself also while losing control. He was shaking his head trying to get whatever was bothering him out of his head. He was shouting and growling. That's when it clicked to Peter. The gas wasn't affecting him like it did to others. He was a God after all, he would have seen and endured far worse in his life. Like come on! He had centuries worth of experience under his belt! But the gas was affecting him in some manner, as in efforts to get rid of it, he radiated and jolted bolts of thunder off of him. And sadly one of them hit Peter on his already blasted leg

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      The pain was excruciating, washing all over his body, painting his eyes white. Silent tears were streaming from his eyes. His breaths ragged. His sences were screaming, scattering all over the place. His scream was silent, throat being unable to come up with a simple sound. Air was sacred, devoiding his lungs from any source of oxygen. He wanted to scream, yell and cry at the same time. His body wanted to give up, his mind wanted to give up,yet he didn't. There was still a flicker of fire in his soul, a flicker born out of responsibility, out of love and sacrifice. Responsibility of getting the Avengers back to their usual selves, his unconditional love for his family. And his will to do anything for them,even if it’s the last thing he does.

      Knowing that he needed to get out of this room, he opened his eyes, which was a chore itself. There was no feeling in his bad leg. Fearing the worst, he didn’t dare to look down and started to move towards the door like a worm. Thor was falling in and out of consciousness, his rain of thunder being on hold for now. He slowly parted the door open. His brain set on getting on the upper level. His good hand was bleeding for some reason while his crushed hand was feeling like ants lived in it. His nerves still having their private Disco going.

      He kept slithering on the floor towards the staircase. All his senses, nerves and body parts were shouting at him to keep put… sleep… anything, just……to rest. Hoarse sobs were leaving his mouth at each motion. Thinking that he can afford a little break, he straightened up and sat by the wall. He looked down at his leg. Which’s sight made bile rise up in his throat. His leg- or what was remaining of his leg, was smeared in crimson, making a trail on the floor. He wasn't even able to make out the overall shape of his leg. He closed his eyes and faced his head up, the wall supporting his head. Just then he heard a pair of feet coming his way.

      Panic started to set in him as his eyes shot open. There stood Bucky and Sam in all their glory, towering over him. Peter’s breath hitched, knowing that whatever was going to happen next was for the worst. Sam launched himself at Peter just as Peter rolled to his side, standing up (while ignoring the fact that he wasn't able to stand on both the feet) and starting to limp horribly towards the staircase. But of course, who was he kidding? Sam kicked him square on the back, disturbing his balance and then kicking whatever was left of his “feet”, crashing Peter to the floor. Peter winced as his chin collided with the floor and felt his bottom teeth slightly impale the upper gums. He kept his good hand on the floor and tried to get up. But Sam beat him to it. Sam got a handful of Peter's hair in his fingers and pulled him up. Peter, being too tired to scream at this point, just let out a groan. He slowly slid his hands around his neck, and held him onto a chokehold. Peter choked out a sob as he saw Bucky coming towards him.

   “Pleaase… Bucky, please..don’t- don’t….AAAAAAhh!!!!” Peter screamed as Bucky punched him in the ribs. The blood curdling screams were muffled by the horrendous cracks coming from his ribs. Oh God! Just end this already…. How much on earth am I even supposed to endure! Why the fuACK!!! Peter thought to himself as a sickening punch met his ribs, finally breaking his bones. His instincts flared up, his spidey senses finally flaring up, even against the people he called his family. Mustering all the energy he could, he jumped up a little and kicked Bucky on his stomach. As Bucky stumbled back, he weakly slapped Sam’s head with his elbow. The chokehold released, sending Peter crashing down onto the floor.

      Peter winced as he fell on his already cracked (broken) ribs. But he knew that he needed to open the barn door protocol, and he needed most of the Avengers on the main floor…. So he got up and started to limp- run towards the staircase. But the kicks he had initiated were weak, and Bucky had recovered quite nicely. Bucky ran towards him and grabbed him by his hair and started to drag him towards the staircase himself. It didn't make any sense! Why on earth would he be taking him upstairs?

      Unbeknownst to him, his questions were going to be answered in a few minutes.

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