Spiderkid

Guardians: Part 7

(Recap: Peter shut down all the alien robots, but the Avengers are about to toss the ship back into space, not knowing he's still on it! How's our wall crawler going to get out of this one?)

"Guys, wait!" I shouted into the coms, but I think I broke them during my last fall. "Oh god. Oh god."

A red haze had already surrounded the ship, effectively blocking me off from my only escape route. Why did Wanda have to be so good at her job? I started pacing, knowing it wouldn't help, but I did it anyway.

"Stupid!" I told myself and stopped when o realized there was an easy solution to this. "Karen, call Mr. Stark."

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Tony was relieved to say the least when FRIDAY announced an incoming call from Peter Parker. He settled on a rooftop to speak with the boy.

"Kid!" He sighed, letting his worry dissipate. "Where'd you end up? I'll come pick you up and we'll have a party, that sound good?"

It was strange. The kid's voice was staticky and kept fizzing out.

"Yeah okay Mr...but first...kinda on...alien shi...help?"

Tony blinked in confusion. "What? Your connection is horrible."

As Tony tried to talk to him, he watched as Vision and Wanda worked together to push the warship away. It was pretty amazing to watch until the billionaire started to piece together what Peter had said.

"Please...I can't..."

"Oh shit!" He activated his thrusters and pushed off, going full speed for the ship. It was slowly disappearing through the clouds. The rain was letting up, Thor's light show finally over. The winds still howled thanks to him being so high up.

"Tony what the hell are you doing?" Steve yelled at him.

Sam languaged Steve, and Tony would have laughed, but the circumstances wouldn't let him. Instead he ignored them all and focused on Karen's weak connection.

"Pete, I need you to keep talking to me, alright?" He demanded.

"Yeah...oh-okay..."

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It's fine...Mr. Stark...is on his way...

Even my thinking was slow. Probably due to my lack of oxygen. I couldn't stand for the same reason. I had to sit leaning against the wall, using the last of my physical strength and willpower to stay sitting up. My eyes drooped. When did I get so tired?

"Kid? Peter don't close your eyes! Just keep talking to me..." Mr. Stark's voice faded out.

The pain in my shoulder had numbed. I couldn't even focus on that. Everything was uneven and confusing and blurry. Was the ship still moving? Was I in space?

My ragged breathing answered that. Not yet maybe. Almost, though. It was like breathing soup while my throat was clogged. My limbs were heavy. My chin dropped to my chest. I was too exhausted to look up.

Stay...awake...Mr. Stark...coming...

I pulled my mask off in an effort to breath easier. It didn't help much. I gasped in some air. Gasp. Breathe. Let it out. Shit.

...stupid...
...Parker...
...luck...

Then I succumbed to the darkness.

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Shit. Shitshitshit. Double shit.

"Wanda!" Tony shouted fiercely and banged on the red force. "Open this goddamn barrier! Peter's still in there!"