|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 135• Plotting

A/n: Quick note upfront, this chapter might be a little short and not at all what I planned. I'm not feeling great. Hope you still enjoy!
-Jay25211💜🤗

Harley knocked on Y/n's bedroom door. He listened to Tony long enough down there. He wanted to check in with Y/n anyway after what happened. He knocked gently and waited, but Y/n gave no answer, and neither did Peter. "Y/n, are you alright in there?" He may have expected to hear some sobs and assuring words on the other side of the door, but there was nothing but silence. Perhaps a little mumbling, but nothing else. Harley knocked again, trying not to gain attention from downstairs. He did not want Tony or Natasha or anyone else to come rushing up the stairs and tell him he could not talk to her right now and that he should leave her be. "Y/n, I'm coming in." He needed to make sure she was doing all right in there. She had Peter. Still, he wanted to be absolutely sure. The fight she had with Tony was not normal. When Harley opened that door, he spotted what he thought for a moment to be an empty room. "Lee?" He turned his head and peeked around the door to see Y/n sitting behind her desk with a notebook in front of her. She had scribbled down a bunch of things; some neatly listed below each other, others were scribbled on the side quickly and in different handwriting, messier handwriting. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked her a little curiously. Peter was sitting beside her on the floor. Harley saw his feet sticking out and his hand when he raised it to wave at him. Y/n pointed at the bedroom door. "Shut the door." She told him. Harley did as he was told and quietly closed the door behind him. "Are you plotting something, too?" Harley asked. "Something like that," Peter answered. That did not sound at all suspicious.

Harley stepped into her bedroom and stood behind her, looking over her head. "What are you plotting?" He asked her. "Nothing with your dad, I hope. Not creating some evil master plan to shoot him up into space?" Y/n shook her head and turned her chair around. Harley could see Peter a lot better now, too. "No, this doesn't have anything to do with him." Y/n sighed. "That woman who has been stalking Peter?" Harley nodded along. "The woman who was kissing him in the picture?" Peter glared up at Harley. He knew about that? Y/n told him? "She's working with Toomes." Harley sat down across from her on the bed. His eyebrows pulled together and relaxed, and then pulled together again. "With the bird man? The one your dad's ready to burn alive? The one who -" Harley started. "Yes, that man." Y/n cut him off quickly. Peter sat up beside her and grabbed Y/n's notebook from her desk and scanned over what she had written down. "How did you even figure that out? Do you even know that for sure?" Harley questioned. "Yes, I know for sure," Y/n explained to Harley that what she has told Peter won't add up cleanly unless she has some kind of connection with the Vulture, who knows a lot more than he should. How she knows about her and Peter, or Spider-Man, and how she was able to get onto the property without setting the alarm off. "She has to at least be associated with him at some point. How else do you explain her sneaking past Friday? Or why she keeps stalking Peter. What would she want with him?" Peter pouted at his girlfriend. "Rude." He mumbled. "I mean that's fair, I guess," Harley added, completely ignoring Peter. "I have never seen her. If she worked with Toomes, then how come I have never seen her before? Hair like that would stand out in any crowd." He said. "Unless it's fake. But I don't think she would go through all that trouble. I think she has one job, and that is Peter. Why else would she be stalking him? Of all people."

Peter looked up at her with sad eyes. "You're really mean sometimes, do you know that?" He mumbled. "Pete, I mean, that Harley is practically my right hand at Stark Industries nowadays. He's working on projects and helping me with presentations. If they wanted something from the company or my work, they could have gone after him. This is something more personal and private." She petted the boy's hair, making him melt a little under her touch. "What do you want to do about this? Even if all this is true – and I believe you, don't get me wrong – but what are you gonna do? Your dad's downstairs, and he won't let you go after Toomes. Honestly, I don't think that's a great idea either." Y/n rolled her eyes and scratched Peter's head gently. He tried his best to focus on the notebook in his lap, where Y/n had written down all the details they could remember, but her touch was very distracting. "I want to find out what their plan is. My dad can be the hero, flying and blasting his way through walls and capturing the bad guy. He can do that. I can do this." Not much he could say against that. Harley shot a glance at Peter. "So, that's what you're plotting?" He pointed at the notebook in Peter's lap. "We were noting down all we know about him and her." This has to be it. Otherwise, perhaps, it was all some crazy coincidence. It could not be real. These two are working together, plotting against Y/n and Peter. "Whatever the case, how do you expect to do all of this without your dad or Natasha noticing this little project of yours?" Y/n glanced down at her lap. She is not proud of it, but she has hidden things before, hasn't she? "I don't think it's going to be too difficult."

Peter glanced up at her. This is still dangerous because they have no clue what Toomes sees or knows. What if he somehow found a way to listen to them right now? They should be on their toes at all times if Toomes has a scout. Not to mention that Black Cat can disappear into absolutely nothing and reappear as if she has always been there. She freaks him out, and everyone should be. Peter has already asked her what she wants, and all she responded with was that she wants a little trouble. She wants chaos. "My dad's already angry with me," Y/n said. Harley narrowed his eyes at her. "You're going to -" "I need someone to help me. And clearly Natasha isn't helping me anymore." It breaks her heart thinking that, in the end, Natasha sided with Tony without knowing everything or even talking to her. She left Y/n all by herself and then sided with Tony. "I'm starting to see why the two of you are plotting," Harley said to her. "I'm asking Bucky to help us. He can track her down." Bucky and Peter were very close to Toomes until Peter went off by himself. "I need an expert." And Tony would not focus on Bucky if he did find out. "Can't lie on that bed like a sack of hay whilst my dad fights off the big bird man." Peter nodded along. "I do like that plan better than sitting around and waiting." He should have webbed that girl to the rooftop and kept her there. "And I, for one, would love to have a little word with her," Y/n said. Harley chuckled at that. Another plan, another lie, another villain. "I'm in." He mumbled. He hit his thighs with his hands. "How can I help?"

Toomes stared at his wings. It had become something of a routine. He admires his wings, makes a couple of improvements, walks around to check on the others, then goes back to his wings. They need to be perfect, and his upcoming project will be too. They are combining their technologies. Jeffery and Theo are working extra hours. Everyone is running around and working very hard on this new machine. They will never be looked down on by Tony Stark or anyone else who thinks they are better than everyone else. Oh, how Toomes has had enough with every single person like that. Tony Stark. He will get back at him for being an arrogant prick. And Spider-Man... oh, he will get Peter back for sending him to prison. If Spider-Man hadn't stepped in, he wouldn't have been cut off from his crew for so many years. This could have been done years ago.
Felicia Hardy is a lovely young lady who is more than willing to help around the shop. She motivates his crew, and boy, is she a clever young woman. If she could have been around here sooner, this might have been done already, and Toomes wouldn't have to worry about Y/n. She still worried about him. That girl is a true problem. He should have gotten rid of her when he had the chance. He checked the news every single day, every social media post, every gossip he could get his hands on to see if Y/n Stark had passed away. It has been weeks, she could very well be dead by now. That girl was this close to death when he took her. Not one news or gossip report has been published yet about the untimely death of that little brat.

Imagine that. Another tragic loss for the Stark family. Y/n Stark, a young genius, dies at a young age. Toomes imagined what the headlines might look like in the papers or online. He hates her. He hates her just as much as he hates Peter Parker. She is such a little brat. Tony raised her to be like that. His hatred would soon be over. Toomes found himself smiling at the thought of the news spending two days mourning that brat and then forgetting about her. She is nothing compared to her father. The news wouldn't be speaking of her days after. They will forget all about her. And hopefully, Peter will be too heartbroken to continue. His little tantrum has passed. That boy will be crying on his bedroom floor, too sad to even think about his suit. Stark, gone. Parker, gone. Spider-Man, gone. Perfection, isn't it?

Bucky pressed his phone between his ear and shoulder. "Barnes." He answered. He continued emptying the dishwasher in his home and setting the plates on the counter. "Hey, it's me." Bucky grabbed his phone before he could drop it. "Hey... hey... You're calling me." He was stunned to hear Y/n's voice, of all people. She should be resting. "Why are you calling me?" He asked her. He could hear her smile through the phone. Soft and gentle. She sounded very awake and well. "Bucky, I need your help." His mouth opened and formed an O shape. "Y/n, I'm not -" He already knew where this was going. As much as he cares for Y/n, he's not sure about doing this again. This has already caused so many issues with Tony and Peter. "I wouldn't ask this of you unless I really needed you. Nat's on Tony's side, and I need someone to give me some information on a mysterious person." Y/n told him. "I would help you, but I'm glad my head is still attached to my body. Tony was very clear about this." Natasha must have a good reason for siding with Tony, whatever it is that they are working on. "Bucky, please. Just let me explain it to you." Y/n tried to convince him. Bucky rolled his eyes, but Y/n could not see that. "You can convince me when I get there. Okay?" He hung up before Y/n could say anything. She might be babbling again like she did when she woke up from her coma. Bucky worries over her well-being. He might as well make sure she's okay.