Rescue (P.P x Reader)

Part 8

(Y/N POV)

"Everyone down!" I scream through the food court, just as the gunman sends a spray of bullets around the room. He didn't hit anyone the first time, and before he can shoot anymore I get up and try to run at him. "Y/N stop!" Peter calls after me but I don't listen. The gunman looks at me and I can see the Quevenyee standing behind him, invisible to everyone else. I narrow my eyes at the gunman, and start running for him. He puts his gun up, and aims at me. I run faster, trying to find somewhere I could dodge the bullet and keep going, but I would endanger someone else if I hid. I take a deep breath, and run anyway. He pulls the trigger, and everything moves in slow motion. I can feel the speed of the bullet coming at me, and it's like I'm staring down my death. I duck, clenching my eyes shut at the possible head shot I was about to receive. I land hard on my knees. Once I'm sure I haven't been hit by a bullet, I open my eyes, and stand quickly.

I run at the gunman a second time, and he fires another shot off, this time nicking me in the shoulder. I let out a pained cry, but shove myself at him full force, sending us both flying back. The gun clatters out of his reach, and I fight to keep hold of him. Sirens can be heard in the distance. Someone must've gotten ahold of the police. I'm holding the gunman down by his forearms, and he's glaring up at me. He blinks, and his eyes suddenly glow a light red, almost like the Quevenyee, but not quite. He keeps fighting against my hold, and before I can stop him, he jams a finger into my bullet wound. Or what WAS my bullet wound. It's now gone, like nothing ever happened. The only proof of it being there is the blood stain on my shirt. The man looks up at me with wide eyes. "How-" but he doesn't get to finish, because I punch him out cold. Then, I grab his gun from a few feet away and turn towards the Quevenyee, who are now fleeing the other direction. "Oh no you don't." I say, firing the gun at them.

I miss twice and the bullets ping into the wall behind them, the people in the cafeteria letting out frightened screams. I shoot two more times, and hit one of them in the shoulder. Ha. So bullets can hit them even when they're invisible. The injured one leans on the other, and they disappear from sight. I tighten my fist in frustration at their escape, when suddenly, the doors to the food court burst open, and police officers start to pile into the room. They all aim their guns at me. "Get on the ground now!" They shout. My eyes widen in confusion for a moment, but then I remember. I'm the one holding the weapon.
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(Peter POV)
I can not believe this. Everyone has told them. All of us told the police, that Y/N wasn't the shooter. But they still arrested her. They took her in, and now me, Harley, and Natasha are waiting in a room for Tony to come help so we can get her out.

I guess everyone thought she was just as crazy as the gunman when she started shooting at thin air. Which I don't know what was about. She said she thought she may have seen Quevenyee, but I never saw anything. All she did was put holes in the wall of the food court, and freak everyone out. I don't know what happened, but I know we need to get her out of here. "When did he say he was coming?" I ask Natasha. She looks up from a magazine she has in her lap. "It shouldn't be much longer Peter. Relax. She's okay." She says. I know she's okay. But for how long? If she's seeing Quevenyee, and they were around when that whole fiasco happened, then she's definitely a target now. They know what she's capable of. She ducked under a bullet, and her bullet wound disappeared after barely two minutes. Something is going on. And I can feel it too. I felt it in the food court, and when we were walking through the mall. It's a small nagging in the back of my head. It's different from when my senses normally send warnings.

This is almost like a dull pain. I feel like I'm on the verge of a sensory overload breakdown. I keep breathing, and my leg bounces out of habit. I glance at Harley to find him dozed off in his chair. Natasha is still reading. I stare at the clock and watch it tick. Twenty minutes later, and the door breezes open. Tony walks in, looking worried. I sit up abruptly. "Is everyone okay? What happened?" He sits next to Natasha. We explain everything, from Y/N having bad feelings and seeing things, to the shooter and her bullet wound disappearing. When we finish the story, he stands. "Give me ten minutes." He then goes out the door, and looks to be headed towards the police chiefs office. We all wait quietly. What can he possibly do that will get her out?
We wait a little longer than ten minutes, more like twenty. But right at the twenty minute mark, Tony walks back in. With Y/N. I stand up.

"What- how did you- are you okay?" I say, not even bothering to ask what Tony did and instead going to Y/N. She nods quietly, and we all head out of the building and to a car Tony has waiting, Happy in the drivers seat. Y/N is quiet the entire ride home, and looks tense the entire time. We finally arrive at the Tower, and as soon as we're safely inside she explodes. "Okay WHAT is going on here?! I saw two dudes with crazy glowing red eyes yet nobody else could see them, and I got shot but the wound disappeared, and those were only THREE Quevenyee, imagine what multiple numbers of them will be like?! And Nathaniel has been M.I.A. so God only knows where he is or if he can even help with this and-"
"Y/N!" I interrupt.
"What!" She says in frustration, throwing her arms in the air. "Calm down, okay?" I say. She huffs and heads towards the kitchen. "We need to just sit down with her and talk. Can you get her to the meeting room?" Tony asks. I shrug. "I can try."

So I make my way to the kitchen. I arrive and find her sitting on the counter, eating ice cream straight out of the pint container. I cross my arms and lean against the wall. She notices my presence, and I raise an eyebrow at her and the ice cream. She looks me in the eye.
"Don't judge me."
I shake my head but can't help a small smile curving my mouth. "Come on, Tony's calling everyone to the meeting room. We need to talk about what you saw." I say. She's quiet for a minute, then makes a disappointed face. "I don't wanna."
"Come on, you know why you have to." I say. She sighs, and puts the ice cream away. "Yeah yeah, let's go." She heads down the hall and I follow behind her. We both enter the meeting room, and everyone is already assembled. Y/N takes a seat next to me, and Steve asks the first question. "Y/N, can you tell us what you saw?" He asks gently. Y/N takes a deep breath.

"Well, I saw three guys. They wore black hoods, and had these- glowing red eyes. The man- one of the red eyed guys just touched him, and all of a sudden he just got up and started shooting. They controlled him somehow. And when I fought him—tackled him— his eyes were almost the same red, but lighter. It was like he was mind controlled or- something." She explains. Everyone starts talking amongst themselves at once. Calling out plans, ideas, worries, some are having mini arguments, some are trying to get Y/N's attention to ask more questions, it's wild. Y/N looks stressed out, so I grab her hand under the table and give it a squeeze. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile. Then she stands. She slaps her hands on the table. "Everybody SHUT. UP." She yells. Everyone is quiet. "I don't know how to answer ANY of these questions right now okay? I'm just as confused as you are. And I'm the one who went through it. But all of you talking at once is sending me into a- what did you call it?

Sensory overload meltdown thingy?" She looks at me. I nod. She turns back to everyone else. "Yeah, one of those! So if you don't mind, I'm going to go eat ice cream, and THINK. And try to find some way to contact Nate." She says, then heads towards the door. As she walks out, the doors slam on their own. Her powers must be getting stronger.
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(Y/N POV)
I grab my tub of ice cream again, and go to the balcony in my designated bedroom of the tower. I sigh in defeat. How am I supposed to do this? Why was I picked? A single tear slips from my eye. "Nate, dude, I don't know where you are, or what you've been up to, but I could really use some help here." I say to no one. Another frustrated tear falls down my cheek, when I hear a whoosh from behind me. I startle and turn around.
"Hello Y/N."