The End Game | MCU FanFiction

Chapter 34

"Peter, Peter get up, please." Peter looked up to see Cap's outstretched hand. He took it, standing on wobbly legs. He tore off his mask, revealing his bloodied and tear stained face underneath. Steve's face softened and he pulled the young boy close, the kid burying his face in his uniform.

"They-they took them. They took them bo-both..." he said in between sobs. Steve closed his eyes. He had seen it all, the way he had been unable to help his friends, how Bucky had been beaten up trying to protect Michelle, and how Tony stepped in to make sure Peter didn't. And the way they had been dragged out of the room. He lost his friend to HYDRA again, but this time he wasn't alone. This time, he had Tony and Michelle. And he just had to trust they'd be alright.

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Michelle was shoved harshly into the small, dark and cold room. Bucky was shoved in after her, falling against the wall where he stayed, panting but shooting their captors a threatening look. Mr. Stark was thrown in last, falling in an unconscious heap in the middle of the room.

The men screamed something at them before slamming the door shut, leaving them with only a small light from under the door. Michelle's eyes quickly got used to the dark, and she turned to look at Bucky. He gave her a reassuring nod, slowly crawling over to the unconscious man in front of them. Michelle followed his example, staying on her knees on the other side of Tony. 

Bucky turned the genius on his back, eyeing the wound that had caused him to pass out. He lightly touched the area around it, causing Tony to flinch, groaning as he rolled his head to the side. Bucky lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder, softly talking to him.

"It's okay, we're here," he said, repeating it a couple times to calm the man at the start of a panic attack. Tony slowly opened his eyes, blinking a couple times to regain focus. He groaned again as he felt a pounding headache coming from the wound on the side of his head.

"Worst. Hangover. Ever." he groaned, holding his head in his hands. Bucky looked worried for a second.

"You don't remember?" He asked, worried. Tony shot him a look.

"Of course I do," he said, matter-a-factly. "Can't really forget a gun hitting you in the face after prome-" he stopped talking to look around the room, only relaxing when he saw Michelle. He ran a hand down his face in exhaustion. "Yeah, I remember," he said bitterly, eyes closed. He went to sit up, Bucky helping him make his way over to the wall. He leaned against it, closing his eyes. He wanted to give in, to just pass out again.

Michelle sat down in between the two men against the wall, taking in the presence of them both. They both tried to save her, both risking their lives for her. Hell, they didn't even have to be here, but they decided to help her get her friends back. And because of that, because of her, they were now beaten up in a cell, with no idea what was going to happen to them next. 

She closed her eyes and let her head drop on Bucky's shoulder, the rest of her body staying in contact with Tony's.

And they waited. For what? They didn't know. But neither of them had the strength to worry about that, so they just sat still, the events of that night on repeat in their minds.

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Peter finally composed himself enough to look up at their rescuers. He saw the rest of the team, consisting of Wanda, Pietro, Steve, Natasha- He had to hold back his tears as he remembered Michelle, Bucky, and Mr. Stark were supposed to be there, too. He held back his tears this time, and instead focused on the new faces. There were three kids; a boy and two girls. They looked to be around his age, but he knew looks could be deceiving. He guessed they were probably MJ's old friends.