THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

THIRTY ONE

It was the thick silence that made his skin feel suddenly tight.

It wasn't the screaming, or grunting or even the gun shots, no.
It was completely silent. For a full minute.
It's shouldn't have stressed him as much as it did, especially when it's you he's thinking about.

But it did.

The bag fell down to the floor with a loud thud, making both Josh and Noah jump in surprise.

"Jesus fuck dude- what the hell?!" Josh half whispered half yelled in annoyance, picking up the few stacks of cash that missed the bag and fell to the marble floor.

"I'll be back in a sec'-" and with that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him quietly.

Josh shot a quick look at his friend, eyes wide with confusion, and only grow wider when Noah shrugs as if its nothing and snatches the stacked 100 dollar bills from Josh's hands.

Peter knew you could handle it yourself. Gosh, Peter knew you could take most of the Avengers down and still keep looking for your next target.

But he needed to know that. To see that you're okay.
He took the quietest steps through the backdoor to the main hall, walking with itching anxiousness crawling up his bones.

Wasn't sure if he was more scared of being caught by his (ex?)fellow teammates or by you.
You. Definitely being caught by you.

As he walked out, he caught your figure and another one laying down underneath you with what seemed like your foot, stopping them from moving.

Your name began to slip out of his lips before he stopped himself, preventing his life from ending at such a young age.
"Boss?"

It was barely a whisper. Barely.
But considering it was two widows he was dealing with, it was more than enough to make him noticeable.

Too bad you had a metal fist flying towards your face.

Your head turned just a second before, catching a glimpse of a masked face when your hand caught the hit blindly, twisting it backward.
"Here to finish your assignment, Solider?"

Of course, he returned.
As if he can start something without finishing it.
As if he'd let his fiancee fight against 'crazy' itself on her own.

You shot a look towards Peter, jaw clenched tight and shoulders even tighter.
He's fucked.

"Yeah well, you know me doll." Your hair was yanked back, forcing off Natasha and down to hit the floor roughly.

"I'll get black widow!" Peter offered but acted before any approval, launching forward to pin the ginger back to the floor. You were already a few feet away, leg wrapped around the Bucky's thigh to knock him down.

"What the-"

"Natasha- Miss romanoff- its me-" he whispered with hurry. It's his only chance. And his life depends on it. Literally.
"You have to let us win-"

Natasha lifted her hips up, pushing Peter to meet the hard floor.
"Tony's kid? What the hell are you doing here?"

He watched her as she stood up, tall and bleeding.
"Please- just-" he tried to form a full sentence but his senses were working overtime, trying keep a look on you and explain his debatable genius plan to Natasha.
"Please! Just trust me"

She noticed the desperation in his voice. She could read him already.
She took in a deep breath, rolling her wrists as she took a moment to think.

She needed to stop you. She knew firsthand how dangerous you are, what you're capable of.
But fuck. She trusted the kid. He could be an idiot at times. Most times. But he had some sense in him.