Chapter 6

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Peter was in his room, watching some of the video's made from him and the Vulture-guy, as  he heard a familiar voice screaming next-door. He dropped his stuff and ran through the corridor, to the next room, and saw Tony, lying on the ground, and Michelle, trying to wake him up. 

"Michelle!" Peter fell on the ground next to her. 

"Peter?!" Michelle looked up at Peter, and stopped completely with what she was doing. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Not now," Peter didn't look up once, and commanded Michelle to go get the rest of the group. As Michelle ran off to find Natasha, Peter was trying to keep Tony alive. He checked if his heart was still beating, and thank the lord, it was. He was talking to Tony, or actually himself, trying to stay calm.

"I've lost my parents," He stopped and looked at the ceiling, before looking down again, continuing with his sentence, "I've lost my uncle," He stopped again, as tears dropped down his cheeks, wetting his mentor's shirt, before he continued again;

"I'm not losing you."

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Michelle was hopelessly running down the corridors of the massive building, when she bumped into someone. She lost her balance, and fell on the ground. When she looked up, she saw a hand reaching out for her. She grabbed it, and got back on her feet. When she looked back up, she saw a tall man, with long hair, and an metal-like arm. 

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," The man reached out his hand, waiting for Michelle to shake it. "You're Michelle right?" Michelle shook his hand and gave him a basic nod. Then the metal-armed-dude continued; "I'm James, but you can call me Bucky." He gave her a short smile, and Michelle gave one back. Then it hit her: Tony was still dying on the ground, with Peter probably freaking out.

"I need your help." 

As Michelle explained what happened, another man apeared out of nowhere. He had a beard, dark-blond/brown hair, and a completely black suit, with a weird shield-like thing in his hand. He reminded Michelle of someone, but she couldn't think of whom.

The man got half of the conversation, and without a word, he dropped the shield and sprinted down the corridor, towards Michelle's room, with Michelle and Bucky chasing him, Michelle trying to keep up. As they reached it, Michelle saw Peter, with Tony in his arms, his head resting on the man's chest. He lifted his head as he heard Bucky and the other guy running towards him. His eyes where red, so was basically, his whole face. He'd probably been crying since she left.

"Buck, find Nat," the man in black, whose name Michelle still didn't know, was ordering the rest around. "Peter and Michelle, you guys stay here and keep him alive, I'll lead the ambulance here." Everyone got their orders, and Bucky had already run off to find Natasha. As the guy in black also ran of, Peter and Michelle were left. 

"What's his name?" Michelle looked over at Peter.

"You mean the guy in black?" Peter still had his eyes on Tony. He didn't leave him for even one second. "His name is Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America." 

Oh.

Wow.

That explained why he looked so familiar.

"And tell me, what are you doing here?" Michelle asked it like it was a normal, everyday question.

Peter looked up. His eyes widened, realising that he just screwed everything up. Luckily for him, Cap and Bucky, joined by Natasha and four other men came in the room. They brought a brancar, on which they could transport Tony. When they got Tony on the brancar, Cap and Bucky just ran off, along with the other men. Natasha was ready to run after them, but before she did, she looked back at Peter and Michelle. 

"Stay here."

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So, this is where it gets exciting. There will be a lot more Peter/MJ (Petel?) scenes from now. The others will be coming into the story too.

Chapter written by @KimJulietteV.

By the way, sorry for any grammarly mistakes in this book, writers aren't English.

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