All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 10

(Y/n) watched as the two heroes collided into one another before she whacked them off the roof of the train. The train sped by as she heard a crash fading off into the distance, the wind blowing her armor and hair in every direction. It's not over, she thought. Turning towards the direction where her targets were, the metal wings on her back spread around her as she jumped up. The wind gave her a speed boost as she looked around for a spot close by to land safely.

She found a small clearing outside of a metal fence and landed. Looking past the fence, she saw metal crates stacked neatly in rows. Looking into the aisles between them, she could faintly see evidence of a crash. Long, clear scratches headed further into the aisle past where she couldn't see, with small pebbles of rubble near where she couldn't see. She turned her head, seeing a small dent in the top of a fence a few yards away from where she stood. It wasn't hard to piece together that her quarries were somewhere beyond the fence.

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) leaned against the metal fence. Her breaths were shaky as she allowed the pain to settle in her lungs and torso as her hand gripped her side. She looked down at her midsection, seeing the black scorch marks in the iron of her armor where she had been shot. She cursed herself, the pain from the pressure of her hand causing it to flinch away, and her heart flipped repeatedly. Her flight armor was one of her favorites, but it wasn't meant to defend well. The armor was designed to be thin and almost weightless, allowing her to fly with little resistance and breath easier for when she was higher up in the atmosphere with thinner air. The fabric was the same way, being thin and holding little weight to itself.

Sighing, she changed into her mission suit as she held a handgun in her hand. The gun was more advanced, shooting something similar to what Iron Man had shot her with using his hand blasters. It glowed a pale orange as small sections of light glowed on the side. She turned it over, tapping at the few buttons before the glowing sections on the side raised up a few notches from stun to kill. Putting it in the gun holster on her belt, she climbed over the fence and landed with ease.

After pulling out her gun again, she slunk against the crates, slowly walking towards the aisle. Her hands gripped the gun as her finger rested against the barrel, ready to move to the trigger at any given moment. The area was silent as she quietly moved, ears strained for any sound besides the typical noise from the city that lies beyond the fence and train tracks. Taking a deep breath, she jumped out into the aisle moving her finger over the trigger. A few feet away from where she stood, she could the faint craters and small cracked formed from where Iron Man and Spider-Man had crash-landed.

She cautiously walked up to get a better look at them. One was larger than the other, but they were no more than half an inch deep. More of a rocky dent now that she thought about it. The smaller one had more of a body imprint than the larger one, which looked like a tall rock was dropped. There was no sign of blood, making her narrow her eyes. She had to assume both were alive, seeing as it wasn't a very fatal fall, and considering that all parties concerned were not typical unprepared civilians.

"Great..." she breathed. Then, her whole body froze up as her ears strained as she heard light footsteps on top of the crate. Her reflexes kicked in, turning around and shooting towards the direction of the sound.

On top of the crate was Spider-Man, barely being able to dodge the glowing orange blast she shot at him. He screamed as he dropped down to the cold metal surface. "Now!" he called out. In seconds, the ground near her shook, and her eyes widened.

Oh fuck, was the only thing that came to her mind. (Y/n) turned around, ducking as a fist flew at her. Straightening herself up, her eyes followed as the iron armored superhero stepped forward, stopping himself from stumbling forwards. He twisted his body, aiming another blow at her jaw. (Y/n) deflected it with ease, her gun pointed at his forehead.