[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)

47. The End?

I ran towards Bucky, who had some mechanical gadget dad spit out of his suit held him up against the wall. Metal clanged against each other as Steve and Dad fought, I yanked away what seemed be magnet, allowing Bucky down and he fell as the rest of the small balls powered off.

Steve kicked dad in the face pushing him towards us. Bucky pushed me away, behind him towards his left. Bucky held up his gun and it got bright all of a sudden and there was more metal on metal sounds.

"No!" I screamed, still not entirely comprehending what had just happened. Steve stepped in as Bucky was on the ground again then when Dad blasted him backwards he flew towards the now standing Bucky and yanked him downwards against the floor of the seemingly ever shrinking dungeon room. He raised his arm to blast just as I raised mine, Steve's shield collided with his arm before my web, creating another problem. I know have Steve's shield. Steve does not have Steve's shield.

Now I'm really fucking screwed.

Dad and Steve are fighting hand to hand. I throw it towards Steve and dad turns around at the noise. Seeing me, cowering in the corner the two stop for a moment before Bucky starts shooting again. Steve is all over the place, bouncing around with his shield as dad tries to attack whilst F.R.I.D.A.Y is likely annoying him about suit stats in the moment. He turns quickly before sending a blast at Bucky then flies towards me and picks me up, carrying me what must've been stories high, not without protest.

"Stay here," he commanded, pointing a finger at me as he left me on a ledge.

He flew back down before sending these magnetized handcuff like objects, locking Steve's feet together before turning on Bucky.

This is a fucking nightmare.

He slammed Bucky against a wall before Bucky grabbed his hand and I watched his blaster break from the force. Dad raised his other hand as a small missile fled from it, Bucky quickly turned his wrist, changing the route of the missile. Sighing, I readied myself for a jump down but before I could set my feet, the missile hit right underneath my ledge, causing a mass amount of damage and half of the bunker walls seemed to begin to collapse.

Falling from some mere ninety feet up couldnt be that terrible, right? Well maybe it could. Screams left my lips that I couldnt control and it seemed my brain stopped functioning, I forgot how to breath even, gasping for breath.

Something sharp attacked my back and I paused for a moment only to fall faster after it.

Screams had finally abandoned me as I was no longer adorned with breath.

Then I hit.

Everything went black. Noises were fuzzy but I could hear other crashes sounding around me and a shout of 'Go' from Steve.

The light footsteps of a runner before I felt arms under my back. One was extremely cold so it had to have Bucky.

"No no no," I heard come from him.

"STOP IT!" He screamed "STOP RIGHT Now. (Y/n), come look- I-" warmth caressed my face from multiple angles, blood I assumed, hopefully my own. 

Steve's shield clanged on the floor as I felt my body exchanged into dads arms as a growl left his lips. My stomach burned, like when you use hand sanitizer after being clawed by a cat. But maybe, the pain was multiplied, by at least seven I guess.

Word count : 566
(A/n Hey guys!! Holy fuck this chapter is short. Just gonna put it plainly it only took thos long because of basketball and school. It's currently 1:26 a.m. on december 12th and I plan to begin the next chapter before posting this soooo tomorrows probably gonna be a bitch. So as you can see
Imma change some shit up on yall
Ig you're just gonna have to see how it turns out. I love y'all sooooo much! Thank you so much for reading❤!)

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