Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

38-Heartbeat

You looked up from the ground, stumbling to your feet before charging at Kraven once more. He dodged, elbowing you in the back brutally. You groaned, feeling unable to go on as you fell to the floor. You slashed at his leg upwards, quickly getting up again.

"Give up, Pharaoh" He said, and you shook your head to try and remove your blurred vision.

"I'm...just...getting...started" You panted, grimacing as he ran towards you again. You tried to dodge but he caught your shoulder, stabbing you almost exactly where he did to Peter, but he twisted it and slashed it down, making you gasp and grunt with pain. No one saw or could help, being to busy losing their fights.

You didn't give up, placing a quick kick to his legs. He didn't fall, only turning to face you, struggling on the floor. He placed his foot on your throat, watching you struggle under his boot. You coughed as he applied more pressure to your throat, not registering your fist beating his leg constantly. He released the pressure, letting you retch and cough before being yanked up. You looked at the man before you, bloodied and bruised. His face turned into pride and happiness, which made you feel safer-even though you shouldn't've.

"Tsvetok, come here" He said, bringing you into a hug. You relaxed, feeling a sense of familiarity rush over you. You could feel his musky scent mixed in with the smell of war and battle. It was a joy and safe feeling you hadn't experienced for a long time; since you left London.

Pain shot through your back, hitting your spine and digging deep. You looked back at the man you used to know, seeing his evil grin as he stared you in the eyes. He watched your eyes, and the fear in them as he took the knife out of your spine, slashing your chest and creating a deep cut. You gasped in shock, stumbling and falling to the floor once more. He stared at you, watching the light disappear from your eyes. You looked around the battlefield, watching your friends fight and lose. You were unable to call out for help even though they were literally a few yards away. Your mouth was open in a scream that never came out of your throat as you felt blood trickle from both wounds.

Peter was suffocating. He was too close to shoot his webs at the guys attacking him, and they weren't easy to kick. He didn't punch them; he was so powerful punching would kill them. As much as he hated and resented them for hurting Y/n, he couldn't kill someone. He glanced mid battle as he saw you in an embrace with your 'father'. He ignored it the best he could and continued kicking and thrashing around to fight the assassins.

His eyes still diverted to you, just in time to see you fall to the floor. His mind blanked, punching a guy in the face to escape. He didn't mean to kill the guy, but his pure fear made him act out and do things he wouldn't normally do in a sound state of mind. He rushed to your side, sliding as he knelt down next to you. Your eyes were open, your mouth gaping, shallow breaths coming out. The Avengers kept fighting, oblivious to the dying girl on the battlefield. Kraven had disappeared, going to fight someone else; most likely Natasha.

"Keep those pretty eyes open, Y/n" Peter demanded, clasping a hand around your cheek. You brought your hand up to where his was, lacing them together. He let a tear slide down his face, catching on your golden armour-the armour that was supposed to protect you.

"I'm scared, Peter" You whispered. All your life you had felt death, but you knew it wouldn't happen to you. It did, though, and now you were dying in his arms.

"I know, I know. But hold on, we can-we'll just..." Peter diverted his attention to the multiple wounds that were gushing with blood. His cut had been effective. Before Peter could do anything, her blood was staining his hands, and she was coughing up more, her lips slightly open as she tried not to drown in the stuff. Peter choked back a sob.

"Peter...my Peter" She was murmuring as Peter went to hold her face, her blood matting her hair and staining her neck with a red thick handprint.

"Y/n! C'mon, stop playing...this isn't fair any more...why is...why is nothing fair?!" He was sobbing again, his acute hearing meaning he could feel and hear her heartbeat in his ears. It was slowing down. He placed his head right over her heart, his sobs quieting when her almost limp hand went to his curls, raking through them calmingly. Her heartbeat jolted before stopping completely. He couldn't even think as he wailed louder, sinking to lie down with her, no Avenger being able to see or hear anything.

Tony saw her body, and the boy crying over it. He dropped from the sky, quickly regaining himself. He never thought you blew up those buildings; he just needed to blame someone-and all that time, it must've been the monster who had killed his 'daughter'

"Peter's out of action" He said, trying to break the news in the least harsh way "Y/n's gone" he finished his statement with the harrowing words. All the Avengers stopped for a moment, waiting to hear if it was a joke. No one had heard Tony so serious-but they prayed it was some sick joke-a late April fools. The battle still continued around Peter, but Golden Circle members didn't go anywhere near her body. They avoided it; after all, they'd raised her from 5 to 13. Avengers stopped fighting just to come over quickly and ask if Peter was ok-but he ignored them all, staring down at your half closed eyes with heartbreak.

"Guys, stop fighting. It's over" Peter brokenly whispered, feeling the salty tears run down to his mouth.

They all directed their eyes to where you once stood, but now laid. Peter still held your body, hoping to keep you alive with his warmth. Peter glanced down, looking at you. Even in death, you were beautiful to him.

He glanced at her veins; they were a shimmering gold colour. He touched it lightly, ignoring how her skin felt. The gold exploded, making Peter yell for everyone to take cover. They all did, but they didn't die. Instead, the golden light froze in midair, still erupting out of Y/n. It withered it's way across the battlefield, attacking the Golden Circle and allowing them to drop to the floor one by one. Everyone looked in awe at the sight, it was so beautiful that Hulk turned back into Bruce Banner, only just realising what had happened to Y/n. It was like Y/n knew they couldn't win, so used her powers one last time to save her family-her true family.

"It's the Infinity Stone! It's-leaving her, to find a new inhabitant!" Bruce said in awe of the sight. It was passing through and killing the unworthy to find a pure person. Instead of disappearing, it returned to her lifeless body, making her veins shimmer a gold before returning to a human colour. Peter watched her chest, waiting to see some movement, but it never came. He just sobbed instead, refusing to let her go.

"Kid, they need to take her" Mr. Stark said, his voice breaking as he let a tear slide down his face

"No! No, please! She's going to wake up, Mr. Stark, right?" Peter screamed, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

"Peter, there's no pulse" Bruce said, patting the teen's shoulder sympathetically

"Check again! Please, she's not gone!" He cried, being dragged into Tony's chest, as he was still on his knees and holding her hand, refusing to let go of the body. Tony held Peter's head to his heart, hoping his heartbeat would calm Peter down. It didn't-all it did was remind him to the fact your heart wasn't following the steady beat Tony's did.

They pried Y/n's hand from Peters, leaving him sobbing harder as he couldn't feel her anymore. Steve ended up taking him from Tony, carrying him to the Quinjet and putting him to rest with a blanket. Tears still flowed from his eyes as he dreamt about you-only hours before, at the Barton's house, cuddled up next to him.