Spider-Man x Reader

Chapter Nine

The Doughnut

Peters hand griping tightly around my wrist. Pulling my body closer to his, he doesn't hesitate to place his soft lips against mine. His warmth drawing me in. His hand resting sternly on my lower back. His tongue brushing against my lips in hopes of initiating something deeper. "Peter." I smile against him. "Shh, no talking, more kissing." He pouts. I cant help but chuckle. I place my hands firmly on his chest, but his hands grip the sweater clinging to me before I can push away. He kisses me with as much as he can muster this early hoping I'll give in. "Peter, we're going to be late". He takes a deep breath. "Fiiiiine." He whines. 

My head resting on Peters shoulder. All the sudden his sits up. I can feel his tension and it makes my spine crawl. He whips his head to look out the window. I do the same. "Holy shit." I whisper. Peter looks around and starts reaching for Ned. "Ned, hey, I need you to cause a distraction." "Holy shit." Hey, that was my line. "We're all gonna die!" Ned exclaims quickly rising from his seat and everyone else following to look out the window.  This is the perfect chance. Peter makes quick and silent work of opening the window of the bus. Smoking I follow him out. The running and screaming is kind of a dead give away as to where the action is. As I dodge a piece of flying debris Peter runs ahead. Turning back to the task at hand Peter is catching a punch to Tony. I land on my feet in the grass next to them my metal suit forming. "Kid? Where'd you come from?" They're cut off by the large thing flinging Peter. "A field trip to MoMA." I shout catching Peter. "Uh, that is this guy's problem, Mr. Stark?" Peter asks as we swing back into action. "Uh, he's from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard." I shove Peter out of the way. the large alien catching me not him. He swings me around. Not gonna lie its kind of fun. I slip out and land a solid kick to the things face. Peter slamming down half a cab on him immediately after. Tony shoves me behind him taking a blow to his shield. As I move forward to attack something whips right across my path causing me to stumble back a bit into Peter. "Whoa." He yelps. "Kids, that's the wizard. Get on it." He orders. "On it!" I smoke and hop on Peters back swinging after him. Following some weird ass guy floating with rocks. We round a corner and I look back only to look forward to us getting slammed by a sign. Peter yells out. We manage to flip over and he regains control. "Not cool." Peter mumbles. The wizard gets remove from his cape and Peter catches him. "Nice." "Thank you." All the sudden he's being sucked up. I lunge myself from Peters back. Flying up as fast as I can. I just barely manage to grab the wizard. "Y/n! Don't!" Peter tries to warn me. But as soon as I realize the situation I've put myself in it's too late. The second the world I know disappears from sight everything goes black.

"Yes-No I hand't realized-No-Unharmed-Not human-Beautiful Species-Valuable-Highly Useful-Weapon." Bits and pieces of conversation flowing in one ear and out the other as I drift in and out of consciousness. Unfamiliar shapes surround me. I can't move my body. I can still move my head. My body covered in a thin white sheet and I float over a table like thing. My hair down and just barely touching the ground. It's gotten so long so quickly. In fact a lot of me has seemed to be growing a little too fast. I turn my head over to see the weird floating man. He's holding the wizard man captive with tons of metal spikes surrounding him. He turns his head and I snap back to faking sleep. The wizards screams fill my ears. "Painful, aren't they?" The wizards eyes lock with mine. The floating man snaps his head around catching me. My eyes widen. He waves his hand behind him and I start to lower into the floor. Down into a compartment. My body still frozen. The doors closing over me and my mind forced back to sleep. 

The suddenness of being flung from the compartment and onto the ground wakes me.  A deep groan leaves me. My naked body barely wrapped in a sheet exposes me to the cool metal more than I'd like. Familiar voices in my ears give me the strength to stand. I slowly climb to my feet. "You understand?" Tony. That's Tony. My body suddenly so weak. I wobble attempting to walk. All the sudden everyone it blown back. I turn towards the door. Only a few steps from where I barely stand. A small group of people enter. "Thanos!" Someone screams out. They immediately attack. I hobble quickly to the side. I topple over. "Pet...Pe..." My voice so terribly  weak. I can't seem to get words out. Suddenly Peter gets knocked over me. "Y/n!" He exclaims in a whisper. He scoops me up and holds me close moving around quickly dodging the shots fired at him. The man swiftly knocks me from Peters arms, catches me, and electrocutes Peter. All the movement is too much, and I'm too weak to really move or resist this stranger. "You're safe now." His tone is strange. "You put her down!" Tony shouts. It comes to a stand off. The man holds me close and has his foot on Peter aiming a gun to his head. The mans hold strong around my lower back holding my chest against his. "Everybody stay where you are. Chill the eff out." The man lowers his mask. His eyes flash to me and he smirks. I look away from him. He points the gun at Tony. "I'm gonna ask you this one time." He's stern. "Where is Gamora?" He asks. Who the hell is that? "Yeah. I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?" Tony snippy as usual. "I'll do you one better. Why is Gamora?" I can't see who said that but holy hell that's funny as shit. "Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I'm gonna french fry this little freak." He points back at Peter. "N..N..No." I barely wheeze out. So quiet I can barely be heard. "Let's do it. You shoot my guy and I'll blast him. Let's go!" Tony being cocky. Why dad? Why now? "Do it Quill! I can take it." The man Quill holds me tighter gaining a small noise of discomfort from me. Peter looking up at me. I can feel the rage radiating from him. "No, he can't take it!" Some woman yells from behind Quill. "She's right. You can't." I think that was the wizard. "Oh, yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine." I have a feeling it's not fine.  "I'll kill all three of you, save this girl." He shifts me. "And I'll beat it out of Thanos myself. Starting with you he gestures to Peter." No. "Wait, what, Thanos?" Wizard man again...maybe.  "All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?" That's a weird question. "What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, "Jesus"? "You're from Earth." Tony points out. "I'm not from Earth, I'm from Missouri." Internal face palm. "Yeah, that's on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?" "So you're not with Thanos?" Peter speaks up. "With Thanos?" He asks. "No, I'm here to kill Thanos." We'll that's obvious. "He took my girl. Wait, who are you?" He asks. "The Avengers." I manage. He looks down at me then all of us. "Oh." He releases me. I topple over. My body unready to suddenly support itself. Peter scrambles to help me up. He squats down holding me close. "You're the ones Thor told us about." The woman speaks. "You know Thor?" Tony asks. "Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving." "Where is he now?" Wizard asks. "He went somewhere to get a new weapon." After chatting a bit more Quill approaches Peter helping me to my feet holding me close. "Hey, sorry for manhandling you back there. I thought maybe you were a hostage." I just nod. "Yeah, maybe try to keep you pervy hands off my girlfriend." Peters chest puffs up. His hold is gentle but firm. "Sorry pal, she seems like quite the catch but like I said before I've got a girl. That's who I'm looking for." "I hope you find her." I speak up. He nods and walks off. Peter tucks my hair behind my ear. The movement brushes the ends of my hair against the skin on my exposed thigh. "Are you okay? What happened to you why are you so weak. You  look so pale." "I don't know. I feel drained." "Karen, scan her, find the problem." There's a pause. "She says you have a minor concussion but the main thing it a large amount of blood loss. Did they take your blood?" "I don't know I was unconscious." "Try shifting, see if it helps." I nod. I close my eyes and furrow my brows. I shake my head. The metal shows a tad bit and doesn't want to stick. "I can't. I look up at him, I'm too weak." He strokes my hair. His soft lips press to my forehead. "It's okay, I'll take care of you." He hoists me up in his arms. "Just try and rest a little." I nod and relax against him. 

Soon we journey outside. "The hell happened to this planet? It's eight degrees of its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place." Quill informs. "Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us." Tony points out. "We'll use it. All right, I have a plan." Peter carries me over to Tony. "Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet." Sounds fair enough. A yawn comes from behind me. "Are you yawning?" Tony raises his voice. "In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?" "I stopped listening after you said, "we need a plan."" "OK, Mr. Clean is on his own page." "See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do." Quill explains. "Uh, what exactly is it that they do?" Peter speaks up. "Kick names, take ass." I clamp my hand over my mouth in an attempt to not bust out laughing. Are you kidding me? There is a deep moment of silence. "All right, just get over here, please." Tony asks. "Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?" He requests. ""Mr. Lord." Star-Lord is fine." He nods them over. "We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come a him with is a plucky attitude..." "Dude, don't call us plucky." Quill interrupts. "Peter." I whisper, taking his attention from the conversation. He turns us around to cut us off from it all. "Hey, what is it?" My eyes hesitate to wander up to his. "I'm scared." I confess. "Hey, hey, hey." He holds me as close as he can while still being able to look at me. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay? You know that." I shake my head. "No, Peter. I'm scared that I won't be able to protect you." His eyes soften. He pulls me lose to his chest. His fingers tangling in my hair. "Hey, it's okay. We are gonna get through this together. Everything will be fine. I will be fine." I pull back. "Promise?" "I promise that we will make it home together." He places a quick but deep kiss on me. "Excuse me!" The bug lady speaks. "But does your friend often do that?" We all look over at the wizard. He's floating in a sitting form and moving his head at crazy speeds. "Strange, we all right?" Moments later he gasps and drops down. Tony rushes to help him. "You're back. You're all right." "Hey what was that?" Peter asks. "I went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict." That's useful. "How many did you see?" Quill asks. "Fourteen million six hundred and five." He states. "How many did we win?" Tony asks. "One." He says. "Shit."