Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker - Team Sports, Part Two

Warnings: language
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Berlin, Germany: a place you would have loved to visit on your own accord for a vacation. Of course, you weren't here for a vacation, but to make sure some of the only friends you've ever had don't tear each other apart.

It didn't help that Tony made you share a room with Peter. You already had a hard time sleeping, but when you saw the other teenager completely astonished by the size of the room. It would have been fine, had he not been so excited. He was jumping around and talking quickly, taking video of the entire account. He even interviewed you.

You would be lying if you said you didn't think it was cute.

You counted, realizing that Steve's team was smaller than Tony's. The two yelled some dumb ass statements at eachother, and Tony shouted for the new kid. "Underoos!" You saw him place a phone down and flip onto a car behind both teams, stealing Steve's shield on the way.

"Hey everyone." That was cute enough to get a smile out of you, but then he kept talking. "It's nothing Mister Stark, the suit's great. Hey-Hey Cap'n. Big...big fan."

"Arachnid-Male, stop," you grumbled. You rubbed your temples and shook your head. Then, Tony poured some water onto his grease fire.

"Hey, Runaway!" He shouted.

"I'm not flipping in and stealing Clint's bow." You leaned against another vehicle.

"(Y/n)?" Steve asked. "Why are you here?"

"Filial piety." You shrugged and looked at the members of each team. "I'm not choosing a side in this, no matter the literal line that has been drawn between you. I'm only here so I don't lose any of my friends." Steve looked away with a hurt look on his face. Tony seemed more upset that you refused to side with him, even after he took you in.

"(Y/n), that's not why you're here," Tony tried to reason.

"As far as I'm concerned, it is."

"You're gonna get yourself more hurt than if you actually fight." He took a deep breath that was noticeable under his armor. "Kid," he scolded. There wasn't any threat in his voice, but inklings of sadness filled in spaces.

"I know it's not my place," Peter started, "but are you sure you wanna be here?"

"Of course I do. What else would I do when my family is fighting? Did you expect me to run away again? I'm not leaving this time." You looked into Tony's eyes. "I don't want to run anymore."

Then the two sides charged at each other.

"There not slowing down," Peter worried.

"Neither are we," Tony assured, probably getting the opposite of the response he wanted.

Arrows were shot, shields thrown, cars levitated (and in turn jumped on), and repulsers were fired. Natasha and Clint grappled, fighting in the most playful way you could when your friends were willing to kill each other. Wanda got a hold of Natasha's leg, throwing her into a metal structure. 

"Nat!" You yelled, running over to her.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)," she tried to play off.

"Shut up." Your hands covered the part of her shin that was injured. You grit your teeth and took a sharp breath. "Be more careful next time." You stood up, stumbling a bit, and pulled Natasha to her feet. "You need to help them get away."

"Why are you helping him, (y/n)? You don't even know him."

"I know what he's done, and I know it wasn't his fault." You looked her in the eyes and she nodded, knowing that you spoke from experience.