(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

50: Something's coming

"Hey, what's going on?" Peter asked.

The screen showed odd geographical structures.

I blinked at the screen, that both Tony and Strange were scrutinizing.

"I think we're here," Strange said.

"I don't think this rig has a self-park function," Tony muttered, walked back to where Peter and I stood.

He gestured to the large metal contraption by Peter. "Get your hand inside the steering gimbal," he instructed, demonstrating. Peter copied. "Close those around it," Tony continued, "you understand?"

Peter did everything Tony showed him. "Yup, got it."

I held on tightly to a handrail.

I had a bad feeling about this.

"This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time," Tony said.

Peter braced himself. We all did.

Peter started breathing heavily. "Okay, okay, ready."

I watched a large star-shaped building rapidly come into view.

Peter's breathing sped. "We might wanna turn..turn turn turn!"

Tony's mask re-materialized over his face, and a half-second later, Peter's followed.

I did the same.

Strange cast a really weird and really cool spell, I think, that created a cage around us.

That didn't stop me from flying up to the ceiling of Strange's roll cage when the rig hit the star-shaped thing and knocked a chunk off.

Peter shouted, and his arm came loose from the steering....whatever it was, so he flew to the ceiling with me.

Tony almost caught Peter as the rig smacked the ground again, but missed.

Peter webbed himself to the ceiling instead.

I fell to the floor.

The rig remained still, so I relaxed a bit.

Tony helped Strange stand. "You alright?"

"That was close," he responded.

"I owe you one."

I sighed. "Damn you all."

Peter lowered himself from the ceiling, up side down. "Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest and I eat one of you..I'm sorry."

Tony turned to Peter, pissed again. "I don't want another pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, you understand?"

Peter nodded, motioning behind him with his thumb. "I-I'm trying to say, something's coming."

A small sphere rolled into the center of our little group, and it surged, making all of us fly backwards.

My head smacked the floor, making it ache.

Peter lay motionless.

"Thanos!" Someone yelled.

Peter straightened up, and I saw the lady standing over him. He jumped. "Whoa whoa whoa! Please don't put your eggs in me!"

I sat up, head spinning. "What the hell?"

Peter was scrambling away, shooting at the bug-lady with his webbing.

She wasn't able to chase him.

A man stepped out behind him, "stay down, clown."

He lifted Peter up, holding an arm securely under his chin.

The other hand aimed a gun at his head.

I jumped up to go after him, but he pressed the gun to Peter's temple. "Everybody stay where you are! Chill the eff out!"

I froze.

Peter's suit's eyes widened and shrunk, twitching sort of.

Tony had pinned a weird grey and red dude to the floor, standing on his chest and aiming his repulser at his head.

Strange had pixels floating round his hands, aimed at bug lady.

I gulped.

"I'm gonna ask you this one time," the guy with Peter said. "Where is Gamora?"

I frowned. "Who?"

"Yeah, I'll do you one better," Tony snapped. "Who's Gamora?"

The man pinned beneath Tony added, "I'll do you one better, why is Gamora?"

These guys sucked at first impressions.

"Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I'm gonna French fry this little freak," the guy snarled, pressing the gun harder into Peter's head.

I whimpered.

"Let's do it!" Tony said, sounding eager. But looking desperate. "You shoot my guy, and I'll blast him! Let's go!"

The man on the ground folded his hands over Tony's foot. "Do it, Quill! I can take it."

Bug Lady jumped closer. Her legs were bound together by Peter's webbing. "No, he can't take it!"

Strange eyed the man. "She's right, you can't."

"Oh yeah?" The man with Peter scoffed. "You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and I'll beat it out of Thanos myself," he snarled the last part, pressing the gun even harder to poor Peter's head.

I made an involuntary move forward, and he aimed the gun at me.

I froze.

"Starting with you!" He announced.

Tony frowned. "Wait, what, Thanos?"

Strange rolled his eyes. "All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?"

The gut with the gun made a face, pressing the gun back to Peter's temple. "What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, 'Jesus?'"

Tony straightened up, looking shocked. "You're from earth."

The guy made a face again. "I'm not from earth, I'm from Missouri."

Tony rose one eyebrow. "Yeah, that's earth, dipshit. What're you hassling us for?"

I let my heart slow.

"So you're not with Thanos?" Peter asked meekly.

The guy threatening him loosened the pressure on the gun. "With Thanos? No, I'm here to kill Thanos. He took my girl. Wait, who are you guys?"

Peter's face mask disappeared. "We're the Avengers, man."

The guy lowered the gun.

I lowered my shoulders, no longer tense.

Tony also relaxed.

"Oh, you're the ones Thor told us about," Gun Dude said.

Tony looked even more shocked. "You know Thor?"

Gun Dude nodded, frowning. "Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking. Needed saving."

Peter made a face of his own when Gun Dude said 'not good looking'.

"Where is he now?" Tony asked.

Nidavellir.