Armageddon || an avengersxreader fanfiction

chapter ten

June, 2017 (Last Day of School)

"Peter, can I talk to you for a second?" You pull him into an empty classroom as he's walking down the hall.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"Listen, I like you. I would ask you out, but I was born in the forties; I physically can't...so..." You trail off, hoping he'll get the obvious hint. Instead, he stands completely still with a blank look on his face.
"Great," You mumble and reach for the door, extremely embarrassed.
"Wait," He mumbles and clears his throat, probably trying to keep his voice at a normal volume. "Saturday? I'll pick you up at six?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."

[time skip to Saturday, 6:00 P.M.]

You rush down the stairs at the sound of Peter's and Tony's voices in the living room.
"Kid, I like you. But, if you hurt her, I won't hold Cap back."
"Ahem," You clear your throat, announcing your entrance. You stop in place at the sight of Peter, wearing a tuxedo.
"Peter, where are we going?"
"A restaurant called 'Aureole.'"
"It sounds...fancy."
"It is...I should have just brought you to the movies or something. Why am I like this?" He mumbles the last part.
"No, it's fine. I'll just go change."

In your room, you change from your jeans and sweater to your prom dress and stilettos. You look in the mirror to check your hair. After you decide to leave your simple makeup and braided hair as it is, you head back downstairs to Peter.

The ride to Aureole is overly awkward. Happy seems to enjoy the silence, but it makes you extremely uncomfortable.
"Happy, how much longer?" Peter asks, leaning forward.
"We're almost there."

"Finally," You speak under your breath as Happy pulls up to the restaurant. Peter walks next to you to the woman at the front.
"Peter Parker," He speaks.
"Follow me."
The lady leads you to a small table with candles and intricate utensils. You and Peter sit.
"This is really nice," You observe.

After a waiter brings menus, you order a salad, and Peter orders chicken nuggets. The waiter brings your dishes and glasses of water from the kitchen. Peter's face scrunches together as he takes a bite of his chicken nuggets.
"That's really salty," He speaks before drinking most of his glass of water. Peter stands to walk to the restrooms when he stops in place and turns. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the cook by the kitchen, staring creepily at Peter. "(Y/N), we need to go." As Peter's voice squeaks, you can tell that something is very wrong.

Peter leans on you as you walk out of the restaurant. Suddenly, his legs go limp and drag as you carry him to an alley. You lean him against a wall and get your phone.
"Tony!"
"Hey kid, what-"
"I need your help!" Peter begins shaking violently. "Oh crap!" You mumble. "Bring a Cyanide antidote kit."

Minutes later, Tony flies into the alley with worry plastered on his face. He's immediately attending to Peter, and you decide to do something stupid. You walk back into the restaurant with a determined look. You walk to the kitchen without breaking stride. As you walk through the door, you remove your shoes. The cook turns when he hears your entrance, and you chuck your shoe at his ear with fire in your whole being. The heel slices his earlobe, creating a small blood puddle on the tile floor. You continue towards him and swing your foot to the side of his neck, knocking him to the ground. You kneel in front of him. Without saying anything, you stake your other heel into his sciatic nerve near his butt, possibly paralyzing his legs.

You stand calmly and wash the blood off your heels in the sink. Then, holding the man's wrists, you drag him through the back to the alley. Tony gives you an exasperated look; you shrug in response.
"I'll be right back." Tony flies the man away somewhere and leaves you with Peter. You sit by his unconscious body, and all you can think about is how close you came to losing Peter.