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Icarus

Okay rambling before the oneshot starts so: The myth of Icarus and Daedalus paralleling Peter and Tony's father son relationship is an idea I really like... someone else has probably thought of it first lol but I still enjoy the comparison. I was thinking about how Tony was an inventor and gave Peter his 'wings' (the suit which allowed him to fight in the 'big leagues'- or fly too close to the sun). My brain is currently incoherent screaming so sorry if that makes 0 sense lol but yeah anyways without further ado, hope you enjoy!! (also sorry in advance this is a lot more angsty than the ones before-- and sorry I tend to go overboard with my greek myths I fixate on them a lot but hope you enjoy anyways!!)

Peter had always felt a calling to Icarus. It may have been his parents leaving him orphaned after a plane crash, or constantly pushing himself, despite the consequences. Either way, Peter Parker knew the dangers of pride shown in Icarus' tale. It was a pity he didn't know that love could lead to the same ending.

- - -

Mr. Stark had told him to stop. He had taken the suit, he told him to stick to the neighborhood stuff. But Peter thought he could be better, he thought Mr. Stark had thought so too. But he couldn't let the Vulture get away, not when he could stop him.

It didn't matter that he no longer had the suit. He still had his powers. He had to look out for the little guy because he knew what it felt like to have nobody looking out for him.

- - -

He went to the warehouse in his old suit. He had to think he could still defeat Vulture - Liz's dad- even without the suit. He had to prove himself to Mr. Stark.

Toomes was talking to Peter, but all he could think of was why his Spidey-Sense was going off. All at once it made sense.

"And," Toomes continued, still speaking in his calm drawl, "I needed a little time to get her airborne."

His wings burst through the wall, smashing through concrete. Swinging off the concrete pillars Peter dodged, twisting through the air.

"I'm sorry Peter," Toomes' voice did sound remorseful, in some twisted way.

"What are you talking about?" Peter's voice echoed though the open warehouse, "That thing hasn't even touched me yet."

Toomes' face looked satisfied yet somehow regretful, "True. But then again, it wasn't really trying to."

The wings swung around, knocking out the last few pillars in a plume of dust and shards of concrete. Rubble crashed down on Peter, the last thing he heard was Toomes' far off voice responding to a voice of static.

- - -

Peter was under the rubble. He strained to breath, reaching to rip his mask off. He could feel the support beams, barely holding the full weight of the warehouse off him. Peter knew it was a stupid time to be thinking about something like myths, but a part of him wondered if this was what Icarus felt like.

Peter knew what it felt like to fly, and to fall. He swung through New York often enough to understand those feelings. But Icarus had hit the water too. Now, buried beneath hundreds of pounds of cargo, he wondered how deep Icarus had fallen. If Icarus had already been gone when he hit the water, or if he had felt the same crushing weight Peter now felt.

His voice was raw and his breaths ragged as he screamed for help. He needed to remind himself he wasn't drowning. Remember that he could breathe. Peter begged for help, pleading with the air. After all, for all the stories told, Peter was every bit the kid that Icarus was.

"Hello?" Peter's raw strained voice spread through the silence. "Help! Please I'm down here. I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't," Peter trailed off struggling to breathe, panic filling his body.

He remembered Mr. Stark's disappointment in him. Peter went numb. Maybe he was right. Maybe Peter was nothing without the fancy suit. But Peter couldn't give up now, he wouldn't. Determined, Peter set his jaw. He would not go down like Icarus, not when he still had a chance to prove he could fly.

"Come on Peter," He muttered to himself, straining upwards. "Come on Spiderman. Come on Spiderman," he got louder as he stood further, going silent as he lifted the supports off himself, straining further and further upwards.

Pushing the supports off Peter collapsed. He looked upwards, freezing when he saw Vulture's wings on a nearby billboard, preparing for takeoff. Without wasting time to catch his breath Peter swung up, barely managing to hook onto the wings before Toomes took off towards the plane.

- - -

Peter watched the city disappear below him as they climbed higher and higher into the clouds. Vulture disappeared into the plane, leaving Peter straining for a grip on the outside of the plane. He held on, even through the fight that sent a turbine to the ground.

The plane was going down, taking him and Vulture down with it. Peter latched his webs around the wings, frantically trying to turn the plane to land anywhere other than the city. They crashed through part of Coney Island, dust and sand mixing together, clogging his lungs and tearing at his skin.

Lying on the sand, Peter sat up with flames around him, wishing he had had wings of his own. He stumbled to his feet, dazed.

A rumbling noise accelerated towards him. Peter barely had time to realize what it was before Vulture ran through him, knocking him back onto the sand.

Vulture circled around, landing his clawed foot onto Peter's chest, pinning him down and punching him into the sand, the sand tearing at his skin through the rips in his flimsy suit.

Vulture flew upwards before opening his claw and letting Peter drop. Peter felt the air tearing past, the helpless feeling from beneath the warehouse returning. But he had gotten out from under the warehouse, and he knew he could get out of this too. Shooting a web upwards at Toomes he swung himself upwards, attempting to pull him down into the sand.

Peter lost his grip as Toomes swung around, and he was thrown facedown into the sand letting out a groan of pain. Swinging down the Vulture grabbed Peter, lifting him up only to slam him back into the sand again. Toomes held him up, a limp figure against a burning beach, only to drop him once more.

The sand burned from the fire, scorching into his skin the way the wax had scored lines into Icarus'.

Peter lifted his head from the ground, straining to look at the Vulture. He tried to call out a warning when he saw Toomes' suit was about to explode. Lifting his arm Peter shot a web, holding the container down. Toomes turned to look down at the kid.

"Time to go home Pete."

"I'm trying to save you," Peter was desperate.

Toomes only shook his head and cut the web with his wingsuit. Peter sat back up and went to shoot another web, only to find that his webshooters had run out. As the Vulture wingsuit strained to lift the load of the tech with it's damage, it snapped. In a burst of blinding electricity, the suit went down, and Toomes with it.

"No," Peters voice sounded broken, but he repeated it again in desperation as he struggled to his feet.

Running into the blaze, Peter reached for the wingsuit, jerking away as it burnt his hand. Lifting the burning metal Peter picked up Toomes, carrying him out of the blaze. Once they were far enough away, Peter dropped Toomes, then dropped to his knees, coughing and sputtering for air. Webbing Toomes up, Peter stumbled away.

Dropping to his knees, Peter silently prayed someone would find him. Nobody did. He felt like Icarus once again, proving he could fly only to fall once more. He'd succeeded this time. But he had still hit the water, and now he was left to drown alone.