Spider-Man Imagines

Tightrope (part seven) | Peter Parker (TH)

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Even though Peter's body felt fifty pounds heavier and he felt weak and hurt and exhausted, he shot up on his feet, eyes bulging out of their sockets as he saw you get lifted off of your feet. Thanos lifted his other hand and grabbed a fistful of your hair, and Peter was suddenly terrified that he was going to rip you in half-

"No!" he screamed, voice breaking and catching. "No!" He launched forward, feeling Tony's arm hook around his stomach. He fell forward against it, crying out, arms reaching for you. "Get away from her! Stop!" His cheeks were wet and he was suddenly aware of his mask being gone. 

Thanos laughed, letting go of your neck. You fell onto your knees, your face contorting in pain as he yanked your hair by the roots. "You said you weren't a child," he mocked, "but you are. Look at you! A little boy crying for a little girl. I had no idea this... this thing meant so much to you." He lifted you slightly, looking down at you with amused disgust. "This child is a nobody."

"Then let her go!" Peter screamed. "She isn't one of us! You can kill me!"

"Pete-" you sobbed. 

"Enough!" Thanos said.

There was a lull. Everyone stared, eyes flickering from your to Thanos. Peter's heart was way up in his throat. He was horrified- no, beyond even that-

Peter Quill took a step out of the cluster of heroes he was standing in. Gamora reached for him, fearful, and he waved her away.

Then, he started to swing his hips, and everyone but Gamora, Drax, Rocket, and Groot tilted their heads. Peter's tears stopped, watching as one of his new friends started dancing like he wasn't in the middle of a war zone.

"What," demanded Thanos, "is this?"

Peter was nodding his head to a beat that wasn't there. He started to move his hands. "This," he said, "is a dance off. A dance off, you giant, wrinkly raisin!" He clapped. "It's been proven to be a great distraction!" He grinned, a little out of breath, shaking his hips, and looked at Gamora. "Right, babe?"

She smiled proudly. It was the first time she had smiled since before her sister was murdered in front of her. "Yes," she said, and she sounded like she was so in love with him that it hurt her.

Thanos blinked. "A dis-"

At that moment, Peter whipped out his blaster. He fired at the moment the crowd of Avengers dispersed.

T'Challa was sprinting, claws pointed and at the ready. Stephen was stepping forward, fingers spread and palms out. A cloud of dust rose as Falcon launched off the ground and into the air, soaring directly towards Thanos.

At the same time, he dropped you, his hand pulling away after one last yank. You shouted and fell forward, your chest and face meeting the ground. You lifted your cheek, a smear of dirt on your skin, and gaped at the figures you could barely see in the dust. You began to choke on it.

Peter cried out your name again. Tony dropped him as if he suddenly remembered he was holding him. He looked sadly at the boy in his arms.

He realized that he was it. This boy was all he had left. His only other friend was paralyzed, his team was broken, his Pepper was gone-

And Peter was it.

Peter, who saw Tony as a father even when Tony didn't want him to. Peter, who had the biggest heart on the team, who would do anything to protect the ones he loved. Who almost got himself killed trying to protect him, and then had to watch his girlfriend nearly get killed, too.

And then he let him go, the boy he realized he loved, staying on his knees.

Peter scrambled up and staggered towards you, hand going first to the small of your back. His knees cracked as he landed hard on them and leaned towards you, crying and saying your name, putting his lips near your ear. 

"___! I'm here," he said urgently, and then, softer this time, his fingers moving to your head, "I'm here." His fingers were warm and wet, and when he pulled them back from your hair, he saw blood. He pulled you into his lap and fell back on his bottom, holding you close and closing his eyes, ignoring the sounds of the fight that was getting farther and farther away. "___..."

You mumbled something against the fabric of his suit. He opened his eyes and gently pushed your head off of him, cupping your face and turning you to look at him. You looked so small.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I didn't know," you cried hysterically. "I didn't know if you were dead, and I didn't think about if-" You choked and shook your head. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and pulled you closer. "No, no," he said, knowing that you were blaming yourself for getting hurt, for almost dying in front of him, for loving him so much that you had to find him, even if you couldn't save him. "No," he said again. "You didn't do anything wrong, and you and me - we're going to be okay." He started to cry again.

Mr. Stark was approaching Peter. His mask was off and he was staring at him with a look Peter didn't recognize. He looked up apologetically, thinking he was mad or disappointed, and he said, "She had to find me, Mr. Stark."

"I know, kid," he said, dropping down on one knee beside him.

He had the voice of a kind, worried father.

He grabbed Peter by the shoulder and jerked him into an uncomfortable hug. You blinked up at them as you were wrapped up into their emotional embrace that looked like a parent comforting a child.

"I know," he said again. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into Peter's hair, and Peter shut his eyes.

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