|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 149• Poor Peter Parker

He swung without really setting a clear destination for himself. His senses took full control of his body. What happened to Y/n played on repeat in his mind like a short video. The Vulture's words echoed in his ears. Peter shot another web and yanked on it, speeding through the air. Thank you for your cooperation. They walked straight into his trap, in their trap! Toomes was not working alone. Peter felt so stupid. So stupid! Beck and Toomes... these villains! They outsmarted him again! And now his girlfriend was with them and in danger. That fear in her eyes is something he would never forget. What they would do to her is not something he wanted to think about. It was enough to make him snap and forget about his friends he left behind in his aunt's apartment. He hadn't said anything to Ned or MJ. He jumped out of his window with his mask alone; he didn't think to take anything else. Not even the rest of his disguise. Another web shot into the distance and stuck to the side of a building or a tree. He did not look. His hot breath caught inside his mask. His face was already getting hot with sweat from how fast he moved. It did not take long for Peter to finally gain some control of his mind after seeing that one tree he recognized. He wasn't far from Tony Stark's house in the woods. The home where he should have left his girlfriend for her own good, but did not. Y/n had to be stubborn, and so did he. His body guided him through the trees into the depths of the woods. He came from the other side, giving him a better look at the lake before even coming close to the house. But there it was – in the same place as always. Peter's breath was going out of control once his feet hit the ground. He launched toward the front door, which, to his surprise, was still open.

The lights were on and the fire was burning in the living room; he smelled it when he came in. There was no time to admire the scent Peter loved very much. Though the house seemed to be lived in, he couldn't see or hear anyone. Morgan was not playing upstairs. Pepper wasn't in the kitchen or at the dinner table, or even on the couch. And Tony? Tony wasn't even at his desk. "Mister Stark? Mister St- Tony? Tony?!" Screw being polite. Peter moved through the first floor of the house like a maniac who broke in to get revenge on his long-time nemesis. He pulled his mask off his head and held it with a tight grip as he went for another search. "What? What?" The steps at the top of the stairs halted Peter. Tony was barefoot and wearing sweatpants that looked a little thin with wear. He had two steps to go when he spotted Peter – and the state he was in. His hair stuck to his forehead and neck, his skin red, chest rising and falling quickly. "Jesus... did you run ten miles or something? Why are you so sweaty?" He for sure broke a record. "They have her. Tony, they have her!" Peter rambled so quickly that Tony only heard his name. Peter didn't really realize how vague his words were. "Who has who? Kid, take a breath. I don't understand what you're saying."
Peter paced around in front of him. He had tossed his mask onto the table, completely forgetting about it. He would have ripped it to shreds if he had held onto it longer. His breathing was quick and uneven. Tony tried to get him to calm down. He reached out to the boy. Peter grasped his shirt as soon as he was within range and held him tightly in place. Never, ever, had he done that before. He snapped. "I'm talking about the Vulture! Mysterio!"

Still, Tony didn't quite understand his paranoid attitude. Did he have a bad dream? Had he let himself get stirred up again? Or was something more serious going on— "Your daughter's there right now..." Words clear as crystal. Suddenly, Tony was the one who held a tight grip on him, whilst Peter hadn't let go yet. "Y/n's where?!" Peter didn't know why he'd come here. He had to go to her; he had to go get her. Tony would only get angry and worried, being a protective father. No, he should find Y/n at Toomes' lair. "I need to go -" But his once mentor refused to let him go. Peter had super strength from a radioactive spider, and he could have easily torn away from Tony, but didn't. When the man's grip did not loosen, he was that fifteen-year-old boy again who had just been caught by a superhero he admired more than anyone else in this world. He intimidated him. "Why was she there?! Parker?!" Tony barked at him.
At first, Peter was trying to put all the pieces together before he started talking. Without stuttering and without saying the wrong things. "W-we had a plan -" Tony wasn't just angry. He was scared. Peter glanced up and clearly saw the fear lurking behind his eyes. Y/n is in danger again. Again! This never seemed to come to an end. "You were supposed to keep her safe, Parker!" He shouted, and a little drop of spit escaped his mouth. Peter didn't even mind. Not one second managed to slip in between their responses. "I know!" Peter mimicked his tone and volume. This was not how it was supposed to be. He really thought they had them this time around, that they would put an end to this. Period. The end of a story. They haven't played the game well enough. "I know... this wasn't supposed to happen... We thought we had them."