Heroes Never Die (Loki/Peter Perker X Reader)

5 - Don't Get Attached

If you cut the wrong wire,
I set off tonight,
I set an explosion if you don't work me right,
I'll detonate like thousand pounds of dynamite
Like dynamite, dynamite.

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Peter's POV

"What is happening to me?"

I turned around as I heard (y/n) voice. She had stopped in the bathroom. I couldn't stop thinking about what she had said when she got here.

"My parents are dead, okay!?"

That was too familiar to me. My parents died, Ben died. I wouldn't be able to make it if May died. Or if Mr Stark died. I felt a tear run down my cheek but quickly shook the feeling off.

"Everything okay, Pete?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just cutting onions." I lied

"What did I say, don't get so attached to them."

"Haha May," I said, before breaking out in a real laugh.

I heard (y/n) join us in the room.

"Everything alright?" May asked her.

I turned to see what was going on.

The hood still covered most of her face, but I recognized her look anywhere. That was pure fear. She had her arms crossed, but not aggressively. She tried to make herself smaller.

"(y/n)?" May spoke again, but not a sound exited the shy girl's mouth.

I felt a tingling in the back of my head, a feeling I recognized too well. It was My spidey-sense. I heard a loud explosion, probably not more than a block away.

"Oh my fucking god!" May exclaimed.

I stared at (y/n), had she known what would happen? She met my eyes and took a deep breath. She started running, as fast as her foot could carry her.

"Oh shit!" May only looked as she stumbled away.

I too started running after her. "May, get out, I'll get (y/n)."

"What! What if there's another bomb?" I was already too far away to answer.

It didn't take long until I had caught up to her.

"(y/n)!" What are you doing!?" She flinched when I spoke, but kept moving.

She opened the door to an apartment. Almost immediately she fell to the floor. I noticed a very quiet whistle.

I was about to reach for her when she spoke. "Leave."

"What?" I felt the confidence drain out of me.

"Leave." I could've sworn she growled, but I felt obliged to follow orders and left.

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Your POV

The only thing on my mind as I hurried down the corridor was the noise. A loud whistling made my eardrums ache. But a part of me knew that was the bomb. Neither did I know where it was, but I followed my instinct.

Soon, Peter ran next to me. "(y/n)!" What are you doing!?" It surprised me, but I kept running.

I stopped at the door to another apartment. The whistle was noticeably louder now.

I fell to the floor because of the beaming pain in my head.

"Leave," I said as I felt Peter approaching.

"What?" His voice was weak, but I heard him loud and clear.

"Leave." I kept the determination in my voice.

I was glad when he did. I started searching the apartment for one thing, in particular, a bomb.

"Where are you?" I said as I looked through every cabinet in the kitchen. I had already been to every other room.

I heard a boom over the loud whistle, which only grew louder by the second. "Shit!"

"(y/n)!" Peter shouted from behind the front door. I noticed that part of the floor above us had fallen in front of the door. "The door is stuck!"

I could hear my heart beating faster and faster. I couldn't find the bomb. With a desperate sigh, I removed my hood. I was alone, but it felt wrong. I closed my eyes. I smelled a hint of gunpowder. Somehow, I felt it coming from above me.

With a bit of a struggle, I climbed up on the wooden kitchen table, leaning on my left, unhurt foot.

Peter was still banging on the door when I found the bomb in the ceiling. I sat down, placing it on the table as I started to deactivate it.

Just to be safe, I put on the hood once more.

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Peter's POV

I finally managed to get the door open. (y/n) was sitting at the kitchen table, doing something.

As I got closer, I recognized what she was doing. "Is that a bomb!"

Her breaths were fast as she did her best.

"Can I do something?" She looked like she was doing, so I let her continue.

"The other houses, I think there are three more bombs." Her voice was shaking. "You have 6 minutes until the next bomb. They detonate every five minutes. It's too late for this one."

"But--"

"Get them away from people, or get people away, from them."

"Y-Yes ma'am."

"Just don't die."

I ran away, changing to my suit in a matter of seconds, and then swinging away to get the bombs. "Please finish in time."

Thanks to my spidey-sense, I found the first explosive, hidden under the floor. In the same apartment number May and I lived in. I webbed it up, reducing how much it would explode.

I then found the second in a small convenience store, hidden in the soda fridge. I did the same thing with this one.

"Karen, how much longer do I have?"

"The next bomb to detonate does so in five seconds."

I felt my face get pale as I couldn't help but count down.

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(Word Count: 919)

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