|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 134• Bedroom Talks

Peter followed Y/n upstairs to her bedroom. He was the one who shut the door behind them. When he turned back to her and got a good look at her face, he noticed she had gotten very pale again; she did not look well. "Hey, are you okay? Here..." He guided her to sit down on her bed. She almost sank straight through the mattress – or so it felt after spending so much time on that hard table downstairs. "I'm fine," Y/n told him. Peter shook his head. "You don't seem fine." He listened closely to her heartbeat, but her breathing, and his own, got in the way; Peter could barely hear it. He looked at her for permission as he touched the zip-up hoodie she wore. She gave him a slight nod. Peter slipped his hand underneath her hoodie to press his hand against her skin. Her heart beat gently with only a small hiccup. "Does that feel okay?" She asked him. "Just a little off beat but fine." He said. Tony yelled and screamed at her, and she shouted back. It drained her. Maybe Peter should have stepped in and defended her, or perhaps held her back slightly. He could only hope that she wouldn't pass out on him. Peter pulled his hand back and readjusted the hoodie before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Y/n barely acknowledged him. She stared at the wall of her bedroom and the closet that was also in view. They both seemed a lot closer than they used to be. She was not sure what to feel – pain, yes, she felt that physically, but she had no clue how to feel about what her father said to her. She did not even know how to react to Natasha not saying a word to her, either, even trying to mediate between the two. That would not have been the first time she had to do that.

Tony's words were ringing in her ears like an echo, only a very annoying one. Y/n can't recall having that bad of a fight with anyone, not even her parents. "I can't believe he would do that," Peter mumbled to her. Tony was clearly done with all of this, this whole situation they were in, the kids trying their best to fix it, but only making it worse. "He called me mad. Like... crazy mad..." Ton had been the one who believed her about Loki, but that had all turned around now, all because of what she did. Her paranoia and her dreams meant nothing to him compared to what had happened. "Hey..." Y/n snapped her head towards Peter, her eyes wide. "I'm not crazy. I know what I saw." Toy was only using those words because he was angry. Y/n had already been questioning herself, her own beliefs, what she was seeing, and what the dreams were, what could be fake. "Of course you're not." Peter pressed another kiss against her shoulder and brushed his thumb over her hand. "And she didn't say a thing," Y/n mumbled. "She just stood there. Agreeing with him." Peter had nothing to say about that.

Nice friend you are Auntie Nat. She could throw herself off a building right now. She should have stepped in. Mediate. Something! Even if she agrees with Tony and will help him, she should not have kept her mouth shut. There is so much that Natasha wants to say now that she is still here with Tony. He focused on his suit and the plan. Natasha could not do that. How could she do that? Y/n is like a sister to her, so why couldn't she step up? Tony did not intimidate her. Why? Why?! "Romanoff, I need you to focus on this, please." Tony briefly pulled her from her thoughts, only to lose her again a minute later. Perhaps she agrees with Ton and what he said and that is why. Stupid reason. "Romanoff, I know you -" "What is the plan?" She should at least try to focus. Tony sighed and went over his rough draft of the plan again. He showed her the new modifications he had made to his own suit. "That guy cannot be tracked down unless you follow him through the night. I'm leaving that task to you." Natasha nodded her head. Tony focused on the red-haired woman in front of him, whom he had met a long time ago, only then she had a different name then. That was a long, long time ago. It still worried him. "Romanoff, I need to know if you're on my side and you're not going to do something stupid because that's what seems better for my daughter's mood." They can't risk anything with Toomes. "No switching teams halfway through? No double agent." Natasha glared at him from across the table. "I don't do that anymore." She spoke sternly. Tony lifted his chin. "Heard that one before."