|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 118• Breaking and Entering

Now that Peter was gone and Harley and Tony were in the shed watching Y/n, Stephen Strange was in the kitchen washing his hands with hot water to get all the blood off. Bruce and Natasha joined him. Natasha had lifted herself up on the counter to sit while Bruce leaned against the fridge with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Strange was stunned when he heard about Peter leaving so abruptly. "He's upset." Peter was still so young; even the adults struggled to cope with all of this. "Do you think he's going to do something stupid? I don't think so. He wouldn't risk it." Strange turned off the running water and shook his hands in the sink. "It wouldn't be the first time Parker did something impulsively." Like coming to Strange and asking the man to wipe everyone's memories. "He had a strange look in his eyes, though. Peter's always been such a sweet kid. This looked nothing like that." Bruce turned slightly so he could see Natasha's face. "You said it yourself, Nat. The kid's just working through it. He's angry that he didn't catch that Toomes guy and he got even more angry when I told him that he might've made it all worse. I would get angry too. I am angry." He handed Strange a towel to dry off his wet hands. The man's skin was still a light shade of pink which would fade away in time. Not much you can do about that now. "Not angry enough to change shades." Natasha pointed out. When Bruce looked at her again she had a small grin planted on her face, a playful one. He rolled his eyes and copied her smirk. Hers faded away quickly. "I'm worried." She said, "What if he gets too angry?" Strange put his clean hands on the edge of the counter. As soon as he heard about Peter's recent behavior and reactions, the thought hadn't left his mind. He wished he could look into the future to see how it ended. Natasha is right, Peter is a good kid, but the temptations would only become harder to resist. "The boy has been through so much already." And no matter how hard it was, he always chose the harder path, the good path. What if he didn't this time?

Natasha kicked her feet back and forth carefully without hitting any of the cabinets underneath the counter. "I don't think he's going to pull a Darth Vader, Romanoff." Bruce chuckled. His comment earned him a questioning frown. "From Star Wars? Darth Vader he- really?" Natasha shrugged and looked at Strange for help. "I can't believe you- okay, fine." Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again which he had already done a hundred times by now. "What do we do about Y/n?" Peter could take care of himself and make his own decisions. Y/n needed them to do that for her. "You're not going to cut her open again, are you? Bruce?" Natasha asked him. Bruce hesitantly looked at Strange. Neither of them knew that for sure. Y/n's body wasn't going to heal itself magically. It physically couldn't heal like that if her heart didn't start working again properly. And her heart won't work properly if her body did not heal. Strange and Bruce would both love to break that circle, but they couldn't. Even with his magic, Strange couldn't just fix it, no matter how much he wanted to or how much energy he put into it. It seemed hopeless for now. "We'll see how she does during the night. She can't be left alone." Strange replied. His magic had its limits and this was it. He felt like a normal man again who held no powers at all. He couldn't snap his fingers and make it all well again. The most important thing to do now was keep her under supervision at all times. "I don't think that will be a problem. I'm pretty sure Tony's not leaving her side." Bruce nodded. "I think it's a good idea if we take a nap." Both men were exhausted. "We'll wake you if something happens," Natasha assured them.

He couldn't seem to warm her hands, it didn't matter how long he held it between his palms. Harley blew some hot air onto her skin every few minutes. He didn't want her to be cold. Tony was doing the same thing on the other side. The blanket that Tony brought for her kept slipping when they moved her arms. She shivered even if she was fast asleep. Harley wondered what else she was feeling. Was she in a lot of pain or did she feel nothing at all? Tony had already looked at the stitches. It would be a big scar that would only remind her of what happened. Harley couldn't look. Not just because of her privacy – and he wasn't her boyfriend – but he was scared of seeing those injuries on her. He had seen them before in movies and documentaries, but never in real life. From Tony's look earlier he could tell that it wasn't looking good. "I saw Peter heading out with Barnes earlier." Tony suddenly spoke up. The sudden noise caused Harley to flinch a little. He was surprised, that's all. Tony was only looking at his daughter when Harley glanced up at him. "So, that's where you guys went when you left earlier." The man seemed so incredibly hurt and betrayed. "To the guy that murdered-" He choked on his own words. Harley saw how he was trying to fight his tears and emotions. He never talked to Harley about his family and what had happened to them. Seeing Peter must have made it so much worse. "You weren't meant to see that," Harley mumbled. He brushed his thumb over Y/n's hand. Tony wasn't looking at him anyway. "You brought him to my house." Tony continued. The man who murdered his parents, his mother and father, was standing right outside the door. Peter betrayed him.