Journey // SpiderMan x Reader

Chapter 03

[(Y/N)'s POV]

Everyone came back to the compound almost immediately. Well... Half of everyone. And they were all frantic and panicking. My mom and Bruce rushed over to the computers, which began playing a list of the people who were gone. Pictures matched with names and information.

"What... What happened...?" I asked so softly, approaching my mother. She didn't even hear me. She was so out of it. I felt fear crawl up my throat at that moment.

Nothing was okay right now. And that's what she was letting me know.

"Mom..." I whispered so softly, feeling my knees shake and my heart race. I walked up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She flinched and instinctively pushed me away, her eyes wide when she realized what she did.

"Nat..." Steve whispered softly, concern written all over his expression. His voice had been terrified as his eyes slowly swept from her to me. I gave him a slow nod, and he nodded back.

"C'mon..." Steve spoke, wrapping an arm around my mom and trying to lead her away from the station with all the names and faces. She shook her head in a powerful manner and pushed the super soldier off of her.

"No. I'm fine," She stated in a strong and snappy tone. She walked back over to Bruce, standing next to him. He carefully placed a hand on her back, silently reassuring her by rubbing her back.

"Get a check on Strange, Stark, and Parker," Mom spoke while looking over at Bruce. He nodded and began pulling up a long list.

  My eyes were trained on the faces. I began finding familiar ones. Bucky, gone. T'challa, gone. Shuri, gone. Sam, gone. And many many more.

"I haven't gotten intel yet," Bruce explained as I carefully nodded. Anxiety was pumping through my veins. Never have I been so close to sobbing in front of all of the Avengers. I didn't want to.

  Thor paced the room frequently, not stopping once. His anxiety was more visible than mine. A blanket was draped over his shoulders and his entire body was trembling. This is a man who has truly been lost. He lost everything, himself included.

"Hey..." I whispered timidly, walking up to the god of thunder. He looked at me, one eye blue and the other an amber hue. His expression was rather confused as to why I was speaking with him.

"We're gonna make it," I softly assured him as he flashed me a weak smile and slowly nodded. I gave him a hug and felt him hug me back. Thor was like an uncle to me. Seeing him hurting like this hurt. Something had happened while he was away and no one knew what quite yet. And he definitely didn't seem to want to talk about it.

  A loud beeping from the console made me begin to turn around. 'Information Found' was in bold red letters and flashing.

"Thor, get her out of here," My mom spoke as I shook my head and tried to push away from Thor. He hugged me tighter and made me face away from the console.

"Let me see!" I begged, thrashing against Thor's hold. But I knew it was no use. He was a god. I was a puny teenage girl.

"Go! Now!" My mom snapped as Thor began pulling me out of the room. I pushed off of him once more, my eyes catching a glimpse of the screen.

  And there he was. The boy with the fluffy brown hair, dark eyes, and a shiny white smile. He was laughing in the picture. He was happy. The boy who belonged here. The boy that deserved to be here. My boy. And I felt my soul shatter.

  I went dead silent as I collapsed. But this wasn't your typical movie scene where the room goes quiet and everyone stares at me. No. Thor just picked me right back up and everyone continued scurrying about the room and minding their own business. Quiet sobs escaped me as Thor took me to my room, placing me on my bed and immediately heading back to the lab.

  That's when I finally let myself cry. Hot tears pouring out of my eyes as all my emotions collided with my heart at once. He's gone. He turned to dust just like Liz Allen did. Just like MJ did. I choked out a sob and heard my phone vibrate on my nightstand. I ignored it.

  I sobbed for about an hour straight, which is absolutely exhausting. By the end of it, I was just laying down and sniffing, going through my phone and finding all the adorable pictures I had of Peter and myself. All the embarrassing ones to the ones where we look like the cutest couple on Earth, twinning in our IronMan onesies for his school pajama day. Videos on Snapchat of the two of us walking at the local park while we held hands and listened to Tony groan about how 'inappropriate' it was every time Peter would push a kiss to my lips.

  I missed that...

  My phone began vibrating again. I glared down at the contact name and inhaled a shaky breath. It was Ned.

"Hello...?" I whispered, trying not to begin bawling my eyes out immediately. However, my breathing patterns were still extremely shaky.

"(Y/N)! Hey, uh, I was just wondering if you learned anything about Peter," Ned spoke, his voice so filled to the brim with hope that I was so tempted to lie to him just so I wouldn't ruin his emotional state. But, at the same time, I'd be the worst person in the world to lie to him about that.

"Y-Yeah... I did- I did find out what happened to him..." I whispered with another sniff, my hand trembling as I held the phone to my ear.

  The line went quiet.

"Was it... Y'know... What happened to MJ and Liz...?" He asked in a much softer tone, his voice beginning to fill with anxiety. I could tell.

  I began taking a few deep breaths, my eyes filling up with hot tears once more. This is where the dam breaks and I become some emotionally driven person who's unable to control themselves. But could you really blame me? Anyone would go absolutely insane when their other half is missing.

"I-... Yeah, it was..." I mumbled in a shaky tone. Inhaling and exhaling trembling breaths, I felt more hot tears streak down my cheeks. Then I sniffed.

  Ned broke down crying, and I had absolutely no clue what to do to help him. I couldn't do anything. At least I knew that much. He sniffled and choked on sobs, his emotions unable to be contained. And I was there just a few short minutes ago.

  After he began calming down, he said he was going to tell his family and that he needed to go. I let him, but not without telling him to call me if he needed to. He promised he would.

  I sat up and looked out my window, my eyes latching onto the large and dark grey storm clouds rolling overhead. I rose up to my feet, walking over to the glass and letting out a small yawn. There was the garden, Wanda sitting on a bench and reading. I watched as the occasional tear would roll down her cheek and collide with the pages of her book. She was broken. Everyone was. And I still had absolutely no clue what had caused all of this. No one would tell me.

  The only other person pacing around the garden was Pepper Potts, who was basically the strongest woman I know. She manages to keep herself so calm even when she has every right to want to rip the galaxy in half in search for Tony. Yet, here she is, keeping herself collected and wanting to make sure everyone else is okay.

  I walked over to my closet and grabbed one of Clint's old AC/DC sweatshirts and pulled that on over my black tank top. I'd taken off Peter's sweatshirt as soon as I got in here. It made me feel as if I were suffocating.

  I left my room, dashing down the steps and out to the garden to go on a small walk. I just needed to get my head wrapped around the situation.

  But I couldn't.