And Then I Wrote Marvel

Prompts 31, 32, and 43

"How long?"
"Please tell me you're joking."
"I wasn't asking."
Peter Parker/Tony Stark x Reader

(Hi guys I suck and so does Depression™️) (Also there's just one more dialogue prompt request that I need to finish and then maybe I'll finish something longer lol)

Self-preservation instincts kicked in for Natasha as the building she was running towards collapsed downward on itself, so she skidded to a stop, even taking a few steps back. She was supposed to be backup for the Avengers-in-training, but she hadn't been able to provide the backup that they had called for in time. Now they were stuck inside a heap of rubble.

Gigantic clouds of dust radiated outward from where the building used to be, making it nearly impossible to see or breathe, but nevertheless, Natasha had to call for someone that could help better than she could. There was only one person she could call right now, but he was honestly the last person she wanted to contact.

"Tony," she said, trying not to inhale any of the dust. "Peter and (Y/N) are stuck in that collapsed building."

He answered immediately. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Of course I'm not. I--" her voice broke into coughing-- "I need you here as fast as possible because I can't make out anything through this dust. "

"I'm gonna need you to at least try while I'm on my way."

"How long?"

"Too long," he sighed. "Give me two minutes, but until then, try to locate or contact them with the tracker gear I put in their suits."

"Copy," she choked out between coughs.

She tapped the comm gear on her wrist a couple of times, and tears sprung into her eyes when two orange blips popped up on the tiny holographic face. Orange: unconscious and in distress, but still alive.

"Scan wreckage," she commanded the scaled-back version of FRIDAY in her comm.

"Scanning," she replied. A transparent hologram began to form above Natasha's wrist, and she was able to find the exact location of you and Peter in the rubble of the building before FRIDAY even finished the complete scan.

On one hand, you were close to the ground and would be fairly easy to find, but on the other, that meant that more debris was on top of you than below.

"Send that to Tony."

"Of course, Miss Romanoff."

"Now see if you can make contact with either Peter or (Y/N)."

"Miss Romanoff, seeing as they're both unconscious—"

"I wasn't asking, FRIDAY," Natasha hissed. "Try to make contact."

"As you wish," the AI complied.

Natasha waited with bated breath, staring at the orange dots in the scan. All she needed was for one of you to turn yellow: conscious and in distress.

After a few breathless moments, yours did just that, flickering for a second, then stabilizing at yellow.

"FRIDAY? What's going on? Peter? Nat?" You coughed as you struggled to breathe. "I can't see anything down here."

"(Y/N)!" Natasha exclaimed in relief. "Tony's coming to find you, and he'll be there soon. Are you okay?"

"I think I'm okay. I don't know how—" you coughed again, and you used your left arm, which hurt less than your right arm, to pull your uniform over your mouth. "I don't know how long I can last down here. It's dark and really hard to breathe. Is Peter okay? Peter?"

Peter's orange dot began flickering to yellow, but didn't stay on either color. "(Y/N)?" he groaned weakly.

"You won't have to hold out long, kid," Tony told you over the comms. Natasha saw the light from his boot jets streaking past her and towards the rubble as he continued, "I'm here now."