T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Peter/war

You are 16 years old. In the middle of an airport with Falcon and one of the deadlier Hydra assassin. Your hands trembled so you clasped them tightly together. It helped keep your body still. Well until your panick rose even more catching your whole body to shake violently. A warm hand guided you into a one armed hug.

"You can go back to your dad." Bucky said in a surprisingly soft and comforting tone. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, shaking your head as a no. Your whole body shook again and he held you tighter.

"No. Dad has Rhodes," was your answer.

Sam spoke up placing a hand on your shoulder. "This is war Y/N. Not a water gun fight."

"But it shouldn't be. Mom would be able to stop this if she was here."

"How the heck are you Tony's daughter?" Bucky asked, still in shock about how you had your head screwed on right. Completely different than your father. Comparing closely to your mother, Pepper.

"Well, Pepper isn't here and your dad is going to lose it when he sees that you're not on his team. Or here, in the first place." Your panick attack slowed, you unlatched yourself from Bucky. You were forced to acknowledge Sam's words it was true. The glass shattered and in came some suit that your dad made. You knew who it was, you helped make it.

Sam and Bucky took off quickly, and you stayed put. Waited a few seconds. Then followed behind. Glass shattered again and you found Sam and Bucky trapped to the floor. You tapped the kid in the red suit carefully he turned around allowing you to kick him in the nuts. He nearly fell to the ground in pain. But he couldn't due to redwing hitting him.

"You couldn't have done that sooner?" Bucky questioned Sam. You just smiled, carefully making your way to them. You cut the spiderwebs off of them. Giving them access to do what they needed to.

Once outside you found yourself compromised. Your dad was hovering above Bucky, ready to shoot him if he made a move. Black panther started to come closer but Wanda took care of him with ease. Vision stopped Steve. Leaving your uncle, Rhodes, to start up his his guns.

You ran in front of the two 100 year old men. Using yourself as a sheild between all the chaos. Tony cussed. Obviously upset that you were here instead of with your pregnant mother. "Move Y/N." You shook your head defiantly.

"No. You move."

"Don't Tell me what to do kid. I said move."

"You're 45 years old. Out here playing superhero. You black mailed a 15 year old, dad. And now you're threatening your friends because you can't agree on some ridiculous thing." Grudgingly  he shut up and listened to everything you had to say. "That idiot that made Bucky go all W.S is in Siberia. And it's pretty clear what he wants."

"And just what is that?" Vision asked skeptically. You lowered your arms to your sides.

"He wants the avengers to fall apart. I did research, he lost everything in Sokovia. He blames Steve for it. He wants Steve to lose everything."

"Okay," Rhodes said, intervening. "But that still has nothing to do with the fact that Bucky murdered the king of Wakanda." You chewed on your lip.

"What you say may be true," T'challa spoke up. "But he still killed my father."

"He didn't. Zemo, the one I was just talking about. Framed him. Bucky was in Romanian the whole time!" You muttered under your breath, guys are idiots. You argued with everyone until they finally realized that you were right.

"Why do you have to be like your mother?" Tony asked annoyed. Everyone started calmly talking about the situation. Allowing you to slip away. You sat cross legged on the cement. Spiderman joined your side.

"Sorry I hurt you." You mumbled shyly. Peter shrugged.

"Don't worry about it." He said, lying on his back.

"What grade are you in, Peter?" He cursed and you chuckled.

"Mister Stark told you my name?"

"Well yeah. I'm the one who found the footage of you swinging around."

"Oh," Peter breathed out. "Wait," he sat up effortlessly, facing you. "Where is your mom? I've seen alot of interviews with your parents in them, your dad always listens to her."

"She's home, being sick, she's going to have a baby." You and Peter made small talk, quickly talking to one another like you were old friends. "What's your favorite superhero?" You asked curiously, you assumed that he liked your father.

"Ummm....... Oh man that's hard. Um, Wanda is pretty awesome." You nodded in agreement. She was great. "You?"

"Spiderman."

"Cool." He said, "OH! oh! That's me!" You giggled. He was a dork.

Idk what this is. Crap. It is crap. I'm blaming my headache that makes me want to puke.