The White Pallax (Peter Parker x Reader)

XX - Much cooler in the movies

Peeking out of the room, you find no one. Whether or not that's a good thing, you'll have to take your chances. Alarms blare, making your ears ring. Thankfully, they help to wake Peter.

You try and remember the way you came, taking turns at random, counting numbers. At least you're headed in the general correct direction.

9. 8. 7.

Feet slapping against the marble floor, you run faster than you ever have before. As fast as you can with a half conscious superhero on your shoulders. Softly, he groans.

"It's okay Peter," you soothe through heaving breaths. "It's going to be okay."

Rounding another corner, you run straight into someone else. Weary and weak, you topple over. Still, despite your condition, you protectively throw yourself over the still stirring Peter. As it turns out, there's no need. It's just Tony. Bloody, breathless, Tony with malice in his eyes. For a moment, terror slices through you, chilling your bones. You've never seen him look like this before. But it passes.

Tony offers you a hand and pulls you up. Shakily, you heave your boyfriend up. His eyes are open now, but never for long enough. You hope he can pull through just a little longer. You hope the heat exhaustion doesn't get to him. Or you.

"We have to get out of here," he orders, shoving you forwards.

You want to agree. Vehemently. But more than that you want revenge. It's a desire that flows through your veins like a chilling poison, consuming every thought and feeling you have. These people, these Pallaxians, they hurt your family. Threatened your happiness. All you want in this moment is for them to suffer. Peter would probably tell you that vengeance isn't a good look on you. The thought makes you smile. But not falter. Which is probably not good.

"No," you counter, "we have to burn this place. Make sure they never hurt anyone again."

Tony gives you that infamous knowing smirk. "Way ahead of you, kid."

On cue, the building rumbles. Dust and debris shower you. You crack a wide smile. "Where'd you get explosives?"

"I'm Tony Stark," he responds, as if that explains everything. You're willing to accept it. Mostly because you don't have the time for this conversation.

He takes Peter into his arms and races on ahead of you. Fire rages in the corridor behind you. Smoke fills it from floor to ceiling, black and billowing. It stings your eyes, chokes you, burns your throat. Violently coughing, you slow down. The world spins around you. Is the smoke somehow muddling your mind?

You shake your head. Push through. You have to survive to tell Peter you saved his ass. You have to live to hold one thing over his head instead of the other way around. Using the scorching hot walls as a guide, you move past a section of holding cells you don't recognize. Did you make a wrong turn somewhere?

"Tony!" You croak out. Even you barely hear that. No way he did. Just keep going.

There! Up ahead you see the undeniable silver glint of an elevator. Not the best idea to ride up while the establishment is exploding, but you have no other option.

You pause to take a breath. The air is thick and searing. God explosions are so much cooler in the movies. The real version only cares to make environments inhabitable.

You turn and look into the glass window you're leaning on. Inside the cell is a man, tall and strong, and yet frail and worn. He glances up and locks eyes with you. They are weary yet wise, holding knowledge and stories untold. They are your joy and your tears. They are something you've missed for ages. Something familiar. They are home.

You choke back a sob. Tears stream down your face, immediately dried by the blistering heat. "Pápa?"

His eyes widen in confirmation. You pound on the glass, but there is no way to get through.

"Pápa!" You scream, clawing around the edges of the cell. Your father scrambles to the window. He shouts something but you can't hear what it is. There is only a ringing in your ears, only the pounding of your heart. Your father is alive, but you may have very well just sent him to his death.

Beware! You can just barely make out the word he speaks before another explosion rocks the ground. Stone falls around you, hitting your head. Then there is nothing but darkness.

And a painful longing in your chest.

A/N -

Sorry this was so short! I was scrambling to get it done after getting home from my camping trip. Fun fact, I deadass almost fell off the Grand Canyon when I was hiking it lmao. Twice. My cousin wouldn't let me walk on the outside anymore.

Anyways, hope you liked the chapter! We are coming close to the end of this book, but there is a sequel to follow!