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MY EYES WERE CLOSED.
The Avengers had crashed in a German parking lot and I had sat back in the Quinjet and watched like I was eight again. Rhodey went down, the fight ended and Cap and his buddy went off to god-knows-where, Dad following behind.
I was in the Quinjet with Rhodey laying in front of me, Vision lingering in the doorway, and Happy and an injured Peter Parker resting on the two nearby seats. Peter poured himself glass of water from a large bottle nearby, sipping on it and setting it down on the seat next to him. I could feel his worried eyes trained on my back.
My eyes were still closed and the water from Peter Parker's glass trembled. "Dominic," he said slowly, hesitantly, a nervousness still lingering in his voice, and my eyes snapped open, the water going still.
"FRIDAY, vitals?" I asked, flitting my eyes towards Happy for a split second. Since neither Dad or Pepper were here, and Rhodey was incapacitated, Happy was technically in charge but he nodded, a silent agreement passing between us. He would let me call the shots until he thought intervention was needed.
"Heart rate is decreased," came FRIDAY's soothing voice, "but otherwise, stable."
I nodded even though FRIDAY couldn't see me. She had briefed me on the damage to his spine when Dad first carried him here, and I was already drafting up something to help him walk again. I breathed in, gathering up the courage to ask the one question I was afraid to. "Who fired the shot?"
"The Vision did," said FRIDAY. I twisted around to face Vision, opening my mouth to say something vile and angry when FRIDAY's voice sounded again. "But he was aiming for the Falcon."
I closed my eyes again, I seemed to be doing that a lot, and opened them up after a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. "Did Sam try to help? To intervene?" I liked Sam. He was nice, and funny, and good to talk to and I really didn't want to hate him.
"Mr. Wilson's suit did not have Stark A.I. online but visual clues from Boss and the Vision did indicate his want to save Mr. Rhodes," she said.
"Thank god," I sighed in relief, lifting up Peter's glass of water and sitting onto the seat it used to take up. I looked at him and missed his Bambi eyes that were covered by the Spiderman suit and set the glass of water in my lap. "You can take off the mask," I whispered, "No one here is gonna reveal your identity."
I twirled my fingers and watched the water hover up and form rings like a curly fry around my fingers. "I know," Peter whispered back, an awe in his voice I was pretty sure wasn't related to his answer.
