Armageddon || an avengersxreader fanfiction

chapter sixteen

March, 2018

"I spy something...white," You challenge Peter as you're sitting about the streets.
"Um...that guy down there?" Peter guesses.
"No."
"That newspaper?"
"Nope. Give up?" You smirk.
"No...actually, yes."
"That cloud," You reply, pointing to a large cloud in the sky.
"Wow, that is mean. Okay, my turn. I spy...something brown."
"The sidewalk?"
"No, that's grey," He grins.
"Whatever. That dog?"
"Close. Give up?"
"Sure, why not?"
"It's dog crap on the sidewalk," Peter points to a large pile that looks like a speck from up here.
"What? That's not fair. You can only see that because of your powers."
"Well, you technically have..." He trails off, looking down the street. By now, you know this look on his face.

"Peter? What is it?" You inquire.
"Robbery. Follow me." Peter swings off the roof, leaving you a strand of web for an exit. You swing to the street where you run beneath him. He stops in front of a small grocery store. You and Peter peek in through the doorway. He sticks to the wall above you so you can both see. You see a large woman making demands to the cashier.
"Toomes' weapons," You whisper, noticing the alien weapon attached to the woman's hand.
"I'll distract her; you go around. Get the weapon."
"Peter," You hiss, but he's already inside. Rolling your eyes, you grudgingly go along with his plan.

Peter shoots webs and sarcastic comments at the robber while you sneak through the back. Out of anger, the woman(you decide to call her "the Beast" until you know her real name) punches over a shelf. That helps you see that the glove makes the Beast stronger than she already is, but makes you nervous to take it from her. After shaking off the jitters, you  make a move for the weapon. You hold your shield between you and the Beast and jump at her hand. She moves quicker than you thought someone of her size would be able to, and you roll onto the counter. Peter swings to the other side of her and throws cans of vegetables at her back. She turns, and his feet dive toward her face. But, jumps to the side, she avoids his pointed feet. The Beast grabs his arm and yanks him from the ceiling. You lunge at her, shield in front. After regaining balance, she throws you behind the counter. Peter stands, ready to attack. He shoots webs at her eyes, but she removes them relatively quickly. In retaliation, she throws her alien weapon at Peter's chest, sending him flying out the door. As he skids across the sidewalk, you can tell it's bad.

You run to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the Beast leaving with a bag of money from the register, but you barely care about that now. You help Peter to his feet and groan as he lifts himself to a nearby roof, away from the busy streets. You quickly climb the stairs to get to Peter, propped up on the side of the roof. As soon as you're by his side, he removes his mask. You wince at the bruise covering almost half of his face. You notice his arm clenching his chest and imagine the worst-case-scenario of blood and guts spilling out. You gently press the button on his chest, loosening his suit. You begin to pull away the top of his suit, but stop as soon as he groans through his teeth. The deep scrapes covering his abs have already started to scab over with Peter's suit. Mumbling unintelligible, angry words about The Beast and your danger-prone boyfriend, you gently peel away the fabric.

You finally uncover his whole chest-full of wounds. Peter releases his grip on the now bent pipe laying on the ground.
"Thanks. Are you okay?" He asks, trying to make eye contact. You keep your eyes on his bleeding chest and recall how stupid and reckless he was acting in the store.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You mumble; Peter tries to speak, seeing that you're not actually fine, but you interrupt. "Wanna know why I'm fine? Because I was acting sensibly back there. I wasn't jumping in her way, basically asking her to beat me up."
"(Y/N/N),"
"Peter, you were being so stupid and...and I don't know what I would do if..." Your voice breaks off, as you don't want to finish the sentence.
"(Y/N), I'm okay. It's just a few scrapes and bruises."
"Yeah, but what if it's worse next time. We might face people much worse than the Beast. You can't be in the habit of throwing yourself in front of people's fists." Your voice, though slightly loud, remains steady as you speak. He smiles slightly at the robber's nickname.

"Okay. I won't put myself in needless danger, if you don't freak out like that anymore. Okay?," Peter speaks calmly as you're trying to put yourself back together.
"Fine. I'll be keeping an eye on you though." You attempt to smile, but fail, as you're still shaken up from this unfortunate experience.
"Deal," Peter smirks, happy with his progress.
"We need to get you back to the compound. You might have a few broken ribs."
You help Peter back into his suit and to his feet. Before replacing his mask, he pulls you into a gentle hug, as he's too wounded to hold you tightly. As he releases you, you take a deep breath before starting off to the compound.