(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

8: Civil War

When I finally managed to get back down, I ran, almost completely exhausted, towards where I saw the others.

I saw my team, being Cap's, running. I also saw my other team, being Tony's, running after them.

They were idiots. Oh wait, they were my idiots. So I ran towards them worrying the whole way.

Vision used his headlamp-oh, I'm sorry, his Infinity Stone, to scorch a line in front of Cap's team, who halted in front of it.

Tony's team ran in front of them, standing defensively.

I caught Peter's eye as he looked at me. The eyes glared at me.

I ripped the goggle part of my mask off. I returned his glare out of spite.

"Captain Rodgers, I know you believe what you're doing is right, but for the collective good, you must surrender now," Vision instructed to Cap.

I felt so angry with the android. I stopped, standing to the side, in the middle of the group, watching.

Cap never responded. However, Sam asked, "What do we do, Cap?"

I waited. Please don't say fight, I pleaded to myself.

"We fight," Cap said in a firm tone.

Alright, for one, gosh diddly darn Cap, that's cheesy. Second, WHAT THE EVER LIVING HELL?! How about no?!

I watched in pure mental agony as they prowled toward each other. Now the real fight would begin.

"This is gonna end well," Tasha snipped.

"They're not stoping!" Peter said in a mildly worried voice.

"Neither are we," Tony growled back. To me, that didn't sound good.

It was total confusion. Everyone fighting their buddy, Steve on Tony, Bucky on T'Challa, actually, they weren't buddies, Wanda on Peter, who'd never met, and Clint on Tasha. They were best friends, however. So in a sense, I was right.

I was too late to realize, but Steve roundhouse kicked me into the air on accident, and I flew onto a concrete platform a couple yards away, too stunned to move, holding my stomach and wheezing.

I hope he felt very guilty.

To add to my drama-and to avoid fighting my family-I just lay there.

That is, until Peter landed on that same platform in a super-hero pose.

He stayed like that, arm rested on his knee.

I sat up with a groan of pain.

"That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all," Peter said to someone.

I looked up and saw Steve, who's shield must've snapped Peter's web, which was why, I gathered, he landed next to me.

He hadn't seen me.

Steve did. "I'm sorry Y/N, that was an accident."

I held a hand over my aching and no doubt bruising stomach. "Yeah, sure. Sure."

Peter looked at me, the suit's eyes widening.

"Look kid, there's a lot going on here you don't understand," Steve addressed Peter, who turned to him with a light scoff.

"Mr. Stark said you'd say that, wow," he said in a cheery tone.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to sit up further.

Peter lunged toward Cap, kicking him. He webbed his legs and pulled, knocking Steve to the ground. "He also said to go for your legs," he said with a chuckle.