(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

46: Metal Donut

There was an alien in the park. He was huge. He was ugly. He was BEATING UP TONY.

Just before the alien could strike Tony, again, Peter stopped him. "Hey man! What's up, Mr. Stark?"

Even Tony's suit looked shocked. "Kid? Where'd you come from?"

I whacked the alien's head as he swung at me.

"Field trip to MoMa!" Peter's sentence ended up funny.

That's not my fault, the alien hit him.

He sprang back up as easily as possible. "What's this guys problem, Mr. Stark?"

"Uh..he's from space, and he's here to steal a necklace from a wizard."

I liked the way Tony answered.

The alien hit me mildly hard, but I still flew several yards off.

When I straightened up, Peter was swinging off after something.

I followed.

"Billboard!" Peter yelled.

It hit him, and somehow he rolled with it, jumped on top of it, and said, "not cool," before swinging back after, who I now knew, was Dr. Stephen Strange.

I managed to jump over the board, narrowly missing a metal spike.

I grabbed Peter's web, swinging along behind him.

That is, until we were.....how do I describe this....let's go with Peter's way: we were being beamed up.

"Mr. Stark, I'm being beamed up!" Peter called.

I held on as tight to the web as I could, cause if I let go, I wouldn't be with Peter.

And I'd probably die due to the impact at this point.

When I looked back up, trying my hardest not to look down at the shrinking city below, I saw the flying metal sky donut.

I started panting.

Was it just me, or was the air rather thin up here?"

Tony was flying toward the ship, fast as he could.

In my suit, which actually was like Peter's, but without the mask and (lucky me) was designed to look exactly like Tasha's. My mask was a face mask. This was Tony's way of keeping his promise to Clint and Tasha. His promise to protect me. Cause it made me unrecognizable.

Except for the hair color, but Marvel is too dumb for that.

But Peter's suit....

He was crawling up the inner wall of the metal donut.

I was panting, and he was doing the same.

"You two have got to let go. Y/N, you've gotta teleport back down, Pete, you gotta let go, I'll catch you I promise!"

I shook my head; I couldn't breath.

"You said save the wizard!" Peter argued.

How could he breathe?!

"Friday, unlock sector 17 a," Tony said.

I grabbed my chest helplessly, and heard Tony groan before he said, "And sector 17 b."

I looked up at Peter, still glad to hear him panting.

He ripped his mask off and took a deep breath, as deep as he could.

"You're too high up, you're running out of air," Tony told us.

Peter panted out, "yeah, that makes sense."

He looked back up, and passed out.

I did too.