His Protective Dad (Starker FF) Completed ✓

A Desperate Gamble

The warehouse was thick with tension, the sounds of metal clashing and grunts filling the air as Peter and the Vulture continued their brutal exchange. The air was crackling with raw energy as Peter dodged, flipped, and attacked with every ounce of his strength. The Vulture was fast, his wings allowing him to maneuver with terrifying precision, but Peter was fueled by desperation. His heart raced as he locked eyes with the man who had taken everything from him.

But every strike, every punch, seemed to push him further into a haze of fury, knowing that his sons—his twins—were somewhere in the dark, and MJ was at risk.

"You're pathetic, Parker," the Vulture spat, swinging a mechanical talon toward Peter's midsection. Peter barely managed to twist out of the way, the sharp edge of the talon grazing his side. Pain shot through him, but he barely felt it, too focused on the mission at hand.

Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. A man, clad in black and armed, stepped forward, holding something that sent a chill down Peter’s spine.

A bundle. A small, familiar bundle.

“No,” Peter gasped under his breath.

The man revealed the twins—Joey and Max—wrapped in soft blankets. They were silent, their tiny faces hidden from view, but Peter knew the smell, the warmth, the way their little bodies curled into the fabric. They were alive. For now.

But before Peter could make another move, the man stepped aside, and there, standing behind him, was MJ. She looked terrified, her eyes wide, a hand reaching toward Peter. But her arms were bound, her body stiff with fear.

“MJ!” Peter’s voice cracked with panic. His heart pounded so loud in his ears, it was all he could hear. “Don’t—don’t hurt them.”

The Vulture’s voice was low, menacing, as he grinned. “What will you do, Parker? You want to be a hero? I’m not the one who’s going to hurt them. But you? You’re going to watch.”

Peter froze, his fists clenched tight, the rage bubbling up inside him. His family was in danger, his sons in the hands of a man who wanted to break him, to destroy everything he cared about. He couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t let his family get hurt because of him.

For one terrifying second, Peter’s mind went blank.

“Stop,” Peter growled, his voice strained. “You want to hurt me? Fine. But leave them out of this.”

The Vulture’s eyes glinted as he stepped forward, pulling the twins just a little closer to his chest. “It’s too late for that, Parker. Now, you’ll see what it feels like when you lose everything.”

Peter’s heart stopped. He knew that voice. He had heard that same cold, calculating voice before. Before he could react, the Vulture's talon slammed into his side, sending a shockwave of pain across his body. He stumbled backward, his vision blurring, but he couldn’t let his guard down.

And then, the Vulture took his chance.

With a quick, powerful strike, the Vulture’s wing slammed into Peter’s chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. His body ached with the impact, the pain in his side almost unbearable. But his gaze remained fixed on MJ and the twins.

“No,” Peter whispered, his voice barely audible, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m not losing them.”

The Avengers burst into the warehouse, guns and fists ready. Natasha was the first to charge, swinging her baton and taking down one of the Vulture’s men. Sam, in his Falcon suit, zipped through the air, scattering the other enemies. Steve and Tony fought their way through the chaos, their teamwork flawless.

But Peter’s focus was solely on his family. He could feel the weight of his children’s lives resting in his hands. He had to save them. He had to save MJ.

As Tony and Steve took down another pair of thugs, Tony shouted to Peter, his voice booming across the room. “Pete! We’ve got this! Get your family!”

Peter pushed himself up, groaning with the effort. His limbs were heavy, but he wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going to let the Vulture win.

“Get away from them!” Peter shouted, his voice hoarse but filled with rage. He charged at the Vulture, his fists swinging with the fury of a father whose children were in danger.

The Vulture’s expression darkened. He saw Peter coming, but his wings flared up, creating a defensive barrier. Peter lunged at him, his hands grabbing the edge of the Vulture’s suit. He used every ounce of strength left in his body, tearing at the wings with all his might. But just as Peter thought he was gaining the upper hand, the Vulture swiped at him again with his talons, sending him sprawling back to the ground.

Peter’s vision was blurred from the impact. Blood trickled down from his side, but he didn’t care. He had one mission, one goal. And that was to get to his family.

“Tony!” Peter shouted through gritted teeth, looking over at his father. “Get them out of here!”

Tony’s gaze flickered toward Peter, his face filled with anguish. He knew what Peter was thinking. He had to save MJ and the twins before it was too late.

“Go, go, go!” Tony barked to Steve, who was already on his way to help MJ and the twins.

With Tony and Steve’s distraction, Peter surged forward once more, his body pushing through the pain. He grabbed the Vulture’s talons and yanked them back, throwing him off-balance.

The Vulture stumbled, and in that moment, Peter seized his chance. With one final punch, Peter struck the Vulture’s chest, knocking him back into a pile of crates.

“Get away from my family,” Peter growled, blood dripping from his lips.

MJ, now free from her restraints, rushed forward, grabbing Peter’s hand. “Peter, are you okay?” Her voice was shaky, but there was a sense of relief in her eyes.

Peter turned to her, his face pale but determined. “We need to go. Now.”

With the Vulture momentarily down, Tony and Steve quickly moved to secure the twins, rushing them out of the warehouse. Natasha, Sam, and the others kept watch, making sure none of the Vulture’s men were in the way.

As the team began to retreat, Peter couldn’t help but glance back. The Vulture wasn’t down for long. But for now, his family was safe.

And that was all that mattered.

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The Avengers made their way back to Stark Tower, the adrenaline of the battle still lingering in their veins. Peter, MJ, and the twins were safely back, but Peter’s mind couldn’t rest. The Vulture was still out there, and this fight was far from over.