Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

t w e n t y - t h r e e

Yodeling filled my ears and it sounded like Ned finally will be picking up the phone. It's been at least an hour and he waited until we're almost back to respond?

How dare he.

"Oh Ned, you're alive! Are you there?" Peter frantically shouted next to me on top of a tour bus, "Where's the glowy thing? Listen! That glowy thing is dangerous! Ned listen to me!" There was another pause out of exasperation before, "Oh hey, Liz! I have to talk to Ned! It's really important!"

We're now running, trying to make it to the Washington Monument before the glowy thing goes boom.

"There's something in his bag, don't let it get through an x-ray! Liz? Liz! Damnit!" Peter started to run even faster towards the monument.

I'm really struggling here. The sun's too bright, I can't run as fast as Peter, and damnit would I love for him to start screaming my name instead of hers.

Peter threw his backpack and webbed it to the nearest tree and I knew he wouldn't be getting that one back.

All of a sudden, the tip of the monument shifted and debris scattered everywhere.

"No no no! Karen, what's going on in there?"

"My friends are in there!" MJ called out to the two of us.

"What?" Peter's high pitched voice cracked before he lowered it deeper than normal, "Don't worry ma'am, everything's going to be okay."

He then began the long trek up the tower to reach our friends.

I, on the other hand, focused on getting everyone out of harm's way around the base. Shouting out hoarsely, I said, "Get out of the way! This isn't something you should be gawking at!"

I hovered around the crowds trying to direct them away from the building, but it's no use.

Sighing, I moved to portal onto the interior of the monument, hoping I could maybe be of more help in there.

Peter's POV:

After finally making it up to the top of the monument, I saw just how high I really was. Like, 555 feet and 5-1/8 inches or something crazy like that. That's a very long way down.

Breathing in and out deeply, I worked up the courage to actually get into the southwest window.

"What's wrong? You've reached the southwest window," Karen asked, "Why are you hesitating?"

"It's fine, I've just never been this high before," I said.

"You also have not reinstalled your parachute, so a fall from this height would most likely be lethal."

"Oh, that's just great." I slammed my foot against the glass while gripping the side of the building, hoping that it'll break sooner or later, "Why isn't it breaking?"

"It's four inch ballistic glass. You'll have to create more momentum."

Doing the only option I have, I created a web of support above me before swinging, trying to break the glass.

A helicopter whirred close by and I heard, "This is the D.C. police! Identify yourself! Stand down!"

(Y/N)'s POV:

Most of the team was out of the elevator by the time I had made it inside. Peter's still outside and I'm really not sure what's keeping him.

"Hey, everybody listen up! I need all of you to stop with all this extra motion, it's causing a lot of extra tension on the elevator," I announced.

Most followed my amazing words of wisdom, but the dudes helping people out of the elevator don't stop.

"Me next!" I heard Flash shout from inside and the elevator creaked from the movement.

"Flash! Don't worry about the trophy!" Liz called out.

Creating a larger portal big enough for more people, I started ushering them inside as a way to get them out. Most didn't hesitate to get the hell out of this death trap, but my classmates didn't want to leave the others behind.

After Flash dragged the trophy and himself out of the elevator, the elevator cable decided enough was enough and broke. Shouts came from who was left at the top, and Spiderman slid through a very small window, webbing the falling elevator.

Running past, I dove towards the elevator and landed on top.

"That wasn't very helpful, Nova!" Peter shouted, his legs spread between the doors in order to hold up its weight.

"Suck it up! I'm trying to get these people out of here too!" I scowled.

Screaming continues from the inside even though it's stopped its Tower of Terror drop cycle.

"I did it!" an excited Spider-man shouted from above, but this victory didn't last for long because he lost his grip and was sent spiraling down with the rest of us. He quickly fixed this problem though, and extended a web connecting us yet again to the top of the shaft. "Hey, how ya doing? Don't worry. We got you, right Nova?"

"Yeah, we do," I said, catching onto changing my voice a bit. While he goes for the heavy New Yorker, I go for the classic British accent.

If I want to be like Peggy and Jarvis, who's to stop me?

"Yes! Yes!" Ned called out excitedly.

"Hey! Hey! Big guy! Quite moving around," Peter advised.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Peter began to pull us all upwards towards the top of the shaft and I worked on lifting some of that load off of his arms. Before long, my concentration was broken yet again as Peter shouted out, "Go! Go! Go! Move it people. Move it."

Ned and Mr. Harrington made it out and Liz began to falter, yet again.

We don't have time for this, or we'll all plummet towards our deaths.

"Are you sure it's safe?" She asked.

"We don't have time for this, ma'am," I shouted over the creaking.

There's no more time for debate because Peter slipped from his little spot on top of the elevator and we started plummeting, again.

I'm seriously going to kill Liz for this if we aren't already dead.

Peter looked as if he was trying to shoot a web out to grab ahold of her hand after he'd secured his positioning on the side of the shaft, but it didn't connect. Instead, it moved past her entirely and grabbed ahold of my hand.

Grabbing a stronger hold onto the webbing, my other hand fumbled to pull out a portal for her to get to safety. Luck was apparently on my side the first time this entire trip and she safely passed through into the arms of the dudes who were helping people out in the first place.

I then felt a slight tug on my hand and was brought safely into Peter's arm. We both stayed there breathing deeply for what felt like hours.

We did it. We saved our friends.

"Thank you!" Mr. Harrington shouted from the top.

Uh-ohs and other naughty words scream in my brain as I felt the webbing start to break under the weight of us both. We grasped on tighter to each other and I realized I'm glad I don't have food in my stomach.

I really hope this is the last time I make a drop like this for some time.

Not but seconds later, we heard Flash call out, "Are you really friends with Peter Parker?"