|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 133• Father Knows Best

"What do you mean?" Strange glared at her whilst Bruce let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes and nose a little harder than he intended, making his skin turn red. "We mean no, that's what we mean. You shouldn't even be on your feet." Y/n rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She really tried to hide the pain and work through it without it getting noticed by the two men. Peter was sitting down on top of the table where she had spent her days. He had not said a thing to them. Y/n was certain he was allowing himself to speak at all after what came to light earlier. Though Y/n did know her boyfriend would back her up on this. "I am not lying back on that thing. I am perfectly fine." Y/n told them. "You will. You can't be standing up." Bruce said sternly. "We need you to heal properly." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together. "I can stand. I'm awake. That's good enough for now." All she wanted was to go upstairs to her room and lie down on her mattress instead of the hard table Peter sat on. Strange opened his mouth again to speak and probably tell her she should be taking it easy. "If you're going to tell me I won't even make it up those stairs, I have a boyfriend with superpowers who can lift a water truck on one finger. He can manage helping me upstairs if I need him to." Peter lifted his head, and his finger like he were in class. "I would do that, yes." He mumbled shyly. That was the least he could do for her. Y/n would be like lifting a grape compared to the water truck, perhaps even lighter.

Bruce and Strange did not look very amused and shot a glare at Peter sitting behind Y/n. They had no clue what had happened between the two teens earlier, they assumed Peter was letting Y/n do all the talking. She appeared so strong and confident. Her pain was hidden very well from them. "Y/n, please, lie back down. It doesn't matter how you're feeling right now. You can pull your stitches or whatever else. You need to rest, and I won't have you roaming around with your boyfriend, no matter how strong he is. I won't have it." Y/n took a step forward, and Bruce mimicked her movement and also took a step toward the girl. "Why are you so set on keeping me down here?" Y/n asked him. "Why do you so set about going back into the house?" Bruce spat back quickly. "Touche." Y/n would not let it slide that easily. She won't be put back on that table. "I've been staring at the ceiling, going mad. What's your argument?" Bruce's eyes tightened. "You're not well." He replied. Y/n scoffed. "That all?" Bruce pressed his lips together firmly and crossed his arms over his other. "Then you have nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I told you, I am." Y/n not only wanted to go up there to be in her room and get a different scenery, she also felt a certain drive to talk to her father. What Peter had told her had not left her mind yet. The fact that he tried to keep Peter away from her as much as possible. Did they know about this, too? Y/n did not want to go over it with them right now. She just needs to get past them. "Move aside." She told Bruce. "Lie back down." The man copied her tone and looked just as stern as her.

Peter watched closely from behind Y/n and saw a very big vein popping up in Bruce's neck. He worried briefly about him turning green and having a go at Y/n. "Step aside, Bruce," Y/n repeated. Bruce shook his head slightly. Peter knows that Y/n is not listening to Bruce. She didn't do it a few months ago with the machine, she wouldn't do it now. "I just want you to be okay," Bruce mumbled to her. "Y/n, for your own wellbeing, please sit back down." Strange added. Y/n inhaled deeply, feeling a sharp pain shoot through her, but she managed to keep up her poker face. "No." She glanced over her shoulder at Peter. "I'm going upstairs." He hopped off the table.

Tony and Natasha stood at Tony's table together with the holograms floating above it. Not one mention has been made about a huge bird terrorizing the city or even robberies. There was nothing. No leads, no footage. "I might be able to extract some old images from Parker's data. I know who this guy is, but we can't match his image to any other surveillance camera to that." Natasha sighed loudly. So much to do. This guy was smart. He knows how and where to hide in little corners.
"Dad!" Their eyes sprang wide open at the sound of Y/n's voice coming through the back door. Tony's heart rate picked up when he heard her. Bruce, Strange, and Peter came in after her. "Why are you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before his daughter cut him off. "I'm a little sick and tired of people telling me what to do." She said in a cocky tone. Y/n heard it and took a deep breath. "I'm fine." She said to Tony. Her father did not seem to agree with her on that. His brows furrowed together into an angry and irritated frown. "You are not fine." He worried about what could happen to her. Bruce specifically said she should not be on her feet. It might make all of this worse than it already is. "Did you let her get up?" Tony asked Peter. The boy quickly put his hands in the air as a defence. "She was already up when I got down there, Mister Stark." That was not a lie. What was Peter supposed to do? Pick her up and lay her back down? Twelve times? Because Y/n would not stop, Peter would have given up.
Meanwhile, Harley also joined the party after hearing some voices, but kept a distance from the rest. He leaned against the doorframe with a pleased smile on his face as he looked at the chaos that was about to unfold. "Wipe that smug smirk off your face, Keener." Unfortunately for Harley, Y/n caught him, and she was not happy. "Apologies, ma'am." He said as he scratched the back of his neck.