One Shots feat. PJO, Irondad, and More!

Dragged Away (Irondad)

This hurt to write. Extremely angsty... perhaps a trigger warning at the end, please read with caution.

Not exactly canon- Endgame spoilers, though!

Also, language.

As always- thanks for reading.

"No!" Peter shouted, hating the broken anxiety of his tone as he was thrown to the ground, desperately curling in on himself in pure panic, in the pure instinct to not get blown to smithereens by the giant spaceship hovering above him. Things had been going somewhat well- as well as they could with a horde of aliens attacking- until the bursts of pure energy began to decimate the ground they stood on. They were loud, unpredictable, and his senses were going absolutely haywire as a result. Karen was yelling about broken bones and concussions and lung contusions but he couldn't hear anything other than noise. More than anything did he want to just want to backtrack into Mr. Stark's embrace.

That hug, as unexpected as it was, was the only ten seconds of piece he'd had since he had returned from the fucking dead. He had been talking too fast to really convey how scared he had been to wake up on that planet with Mr. Stark gone. He'd been terrified. To see him again was pure, cold relief spilling over his head- to be in his arms was security in the middle of a battleground. And he missed it.

But he couldn't really ponder that now. His fingers gripped the infinity gauntlet as though his life depended on it... because it did.

Everyone's life depended on it.

He had complained to Ned often about Mr. Stark treating him like a kid, but now more than ever he was feeling his age. As his mind screamed about the chaos around him, his eyes screwed together in a crude solution to blocking out the war outside, he couldn't help but think he didn't want to die at fifteen.

He didn't want to die now.

He had to... to finish high school first, to hug May again, to tell May how much he loved her. To tell Mr. Stark how thankful he was... for everything, for the suit, for... well, the way how his mentor had stepped up as more than just a mentor in so many ways. He had to go to college, to get a job, to...

Crap. He hadn't even kissed a girl yet.

He couldn't die without having kissed a girl!

As if on cue, the blasting stopped; momentarily. He opened his eyes warily, still grasping the gauntlet in his arms, the metal pushed against his chest as he hazily took in the burst of light quickly shooting across the sky. His eyes bulged.

Was that an meteor? What were the odds that an meteor-?

He didn't have the chance to finish his thought before a figure just nearly dropped in front of him. He jumped in shocked, squinting to reveal a woman.

A glowing, floating woman.

Huh.

She was beautiful, but terrifying. She reminded him a little of MJ in that way. A beat of silence passed between the two before he opened his mouth nervously.

"Uh, h-hey," he stammered, eyes wide. " I-I'm Peter Parker."

The woman smiled, her short pixie cut bouncing slightly in the wind that he was almost positive only existed in the glow around her. "Hey, Peter Parker," she greeted in amusement. Her voice radiated power. "You got something for me?"

He very nearly threw the thing at her. It was only after he handed it off that he realized he probably should have checked that she was on their side.

His panic was eased when other Avengers dropped to the ground next to her, lining together. As they began to charge the enemy he made a move to follow. The minute he tried to pick himself off the ground, however, a sharp pain spread across his chest in a way that made him cry out against his will. He fell back with a curse, gritting his teeth and readying himself to try again when his coms crackled.