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Money was never a problem for Peter Parker.

He was the heir to the new leading weapons manufacturer ever since Tony Stark decided to switch to clean energy. Even his mother had to admit that it was a smart business move for him since his million dollar company quickly escalated to a billion dollar one, but she was still pleased that they were now number one.

It had hit the family business hard. Tony Stark announcing that he is against manufacturing weapons now made it seem like that as a business model was a terrible idea and shareholders quickly pulled out to support other things.

Peter didn’t really mind, other than the fact it made his father angry and his mother quiet.

Peter was reading an article about Starks newest design - some form of heating system that didn’t need electricity to produce hot air. There were flaws in the designs - wires not secure enough, too much output for the material design - but otherwise it was pretty solid.

He told Stark as much, writing an anonymous letter with the advice in it. He wasn’t an idiot, his mother would be furious if he was and his father would disown him. So, he put the return address and name as Flash Thompson who lived a few houses away from him.

He didn’t think much of it until he heard that the Thompson were boasting proudly about how their son had been offered an internship working personally with Tony Stark himself at the last gala his parents had attended.

Bastard. Flash would expose himself as being incompetent at engineering soon enough and Peter doesn’t even want to think about Flash’s parents’ reaction when that happens. But…

Maybe Flash would agree to a deal. Something that would please both of their parents.

Peter poses as Flash Thompson in the internship, Flash gets the credit, Peter gets to leave his house for hours at a time.

A win-win. And Flash seems to agree when he animatedly thanks him during a charity event later that week.

Now for the hard part - pretending to be Flash fucking Thompson.

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The one who holds the key does not believe in himself. Not in who he is or what he can do.

“Sounded familiar, didn’t it?” Tony shrugged, eyes glancing sideways. Peter sat on a log stump, his tunic still stained from their earlier battle and eyes lost in his own thoughts.

“What do you mean?” He asked, startling awake a little.

“Come on, you’ve not exactly been confident in your ability to do this, even if you are the ‘chosen one’ or whatever it is their calling you now,” Tony scoffed. He span the skewer around to make sure his rabbit was evenly cooked.

Peter allowed his eyebrows to drop into a scowl. “I didn’t ask for this, Stark. The gods chose me, and who am I to ignore that call?”

Tony couldn’t help a snort. “You always hide behind your precious gods, don’t you?”

“At least I believe in something,” he fired back, sitting up straight. “You don’t believe in me - you’ve made that perfectly clear. And you certainly don’t believe in yourself.” Peter slouched back down. Tony watched as his half of the rabbit began to burn. Peter didn’t turn it, just allowed it to blacken.

Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out Peter’s coin. Held it out in his palm, flipped it around once with a grimace. “…it burns every now and then,” he admits. He stared at the coin rather than at Peter. “Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if the gods are punishing me.” He didn’t know what it meant for a religious coin to burn in the palm of a non-believer but it didn’t feel like anything good. At least, certainly not something he wanted to deal with.

“And yet you keep it with you?” Peter asks. Tony simply stares at it.

Peter’s voice was soft when it cut through his focus. His rabbit faced the other way, cooking evenly. Tony remembered to turn his own again. “Maybe it’s not the gods punishing you,” he said. He looked at Tony, a sincerity he hadn’t seen in his eyes since their journey started weeks ago. “Maybe it’s you trying to punish yourself.”

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“Peter!”

Peter whipped his head at the sound, seeing the whizzing shield flying towards him and ducking just in time. He shot a web to catch it and yanked it back towards him.

He sensed the creature behind him and the shield arrived just in time to slam into its face. It crumpled to the ground and Peter didn’t have time to feel guilty. He saw the rest of the creatures advancing in around him and checked to make sure Mr Rogers was surviving okay without his precious weapon.

Steve had a creature in a chokehold with Natasha and Clint either side of him, so he looked in a better position than Peter was.

“Behind you, kid,” Tony’s voice came in his ear piece. He caught the stupid creature just before it could spit that poison at him - he’d already been caught in the leg and it was still burning even now. That was a medbay trip for sure.

Peter saw a line of creatures coming towards him, like a line of bowling pins just begging to be knocked over. He put a hand to his ear. “Mr Rogers? How does the shield work?”

He heard a crackle of noise before Steve’s voice came over, strained as if he was in the middle of something. “Just throw it with all you got and make sure you catch it when it comes back to you.”

Like a frisbee, Peter thought.

He aimed, waited. He put everything he had into the throw, wanted to make sure it didn’t lose momentum half way through and get lost in the fight, so he simply didn’t hold back.

It went soaring away from him. It cut through the sea of creatures ahead of him completely clearing his path. He waited, and waited a little longer.

Then he was back in the fight. He didn’t have time.

It was only after the dust had settled and the last of the creatures were gone that he thought to wonder where it went. When he was stood at Tony’s side, staring into a building with a small streamlined hole in the side of it, he realised that his “all” and Captain America’s “all” might not be quite the same.

“He said to give it everything I got!” Peter defended, laughing by Tony’s side.

Tony looked down at him, an eyebrow raised. “You are a freak of nature, you know that?”

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Yelena had noticed odd things happening around the penthouse for a while now. She was trained to observe, so it was surprising that it took her so long to actually create a theory.

It started when she noticed that the top shelf of their bookcase was suspiciously clean of dust. It wasn’t a big deal, it was probably Bob, although he had been nose deep in the Game of Thrones books she gathered for him for the past week. Then, she went to grab an ice cream from the freezer, half thinking they would be gone by now since Alexei’s sweet tooth was enough to rival her own. But there, in the freezer, was a handful still there.

Nothing big, nothing obvious. The glass of water by her bedside was nearly full again when she woke up. Freshly hoovered hallways and perfectly clean windows. Her knives were always sharpened, no matter how much she used them. Bob had perfectly pristine books by the side of his chair - not the old torn ones that she found lying around before. She asked him, he shrugged.

Then Ava accidentally materialised too soon and broke one of the kitchen cabinets. Yelena had a theory, waited, and sure enough it was fixed by morning. Alexei mentioned wanting waffles, they were neatly placed on the counter, fresh from the bakery.

Yelena did some digging. She mentioned briefly that she wanted to try blueberries to Ava. The next day the fridge was empty. She tried again with Bob. Nothing. She tried with Alexei, but there was still a gap in the fridge. Bucky offered to get her some and when she declined, they didn’t appear.

She watched as John walked in, curiously eyeing him. His finger was bandaged, but other than that he looked much the same as ever. Last try.

“I want blueberries,” she announced, bluntly. She tossed an apple up in the air before taking a bite.

John raised an eyebrow in her direction. “Get some then,” he replied, annoyance on his features as if Yelena was bothering him. He didn’t stay for long, never one to hang out in the communal areas longer than he had to. And Yelena half thought that was it, that it was all coincidence and maybe it was everyone doing little acts of kindness each day.

But before evening that night, a bag of fresh blueberries sat proudly in the fridge, tucked away behind the butter.

She thought, smiled, planned. She was going to have some fun with this…

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Walker hated being benched.

He was not a stupid man, he knew that he was kept around because he was useful. He understood his role: provide military aid, protect the others with your life, be the butt of their jokes. It wasn’t difficult for him to accept, either. He was good at those things. He was trained for them.

So when he broke his leg and was told to rest for two whole days, he wanted the ground to swallow him. And the worst part? Everyone was making fun of him.

Yelena came into his room and sat with him, talking at him about nonsense that he didn’t care to respond to. It was another one of her jokes, he’s sure, and usually he would take it with grace. But if he wasn’t useful, if he couldn’t protect, then he didn’t feel like he should have to smile through stupid jokes either.

Alexei wandered into his room with cookies, leaving a few on his nightstand when he didn’t answer his attempts at conversation. They were terrible and Walker assumed that was the point.

Ava kept wandering through their wall into his room, startling him and laughing before dropping off a glass of water and leaving. Haha, very funny.

Bucky offered to take him for a walk in a wheel chair, another way to make him feel even more incompetent - making him rely on other people.

The only one that didn’t come into his room was Bob, which he appreciated. He didn’t like being seen like this and he was sure Bob understood that.

And it wasn’t until they left the compound for a mission that Walker noticed he was bored - Yelena wasn’t here to talk his ear off. His mouth was dry and an empty glass sat beside him because Ava wasn’t getting him a fresh one every few hours. Bucky wasn’t here to push his wheel chair so he hobbled into the kitchen to find a freshly baked batch of cookies on the counter and a note.

‘Bob help this time!’ And they tasted amazing.

He realises that he doesn’t mind being the butt of the joke if it comes with this much love. And he realised with a start that when his idiot team members aren’t here, he misses them.

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Walker would never claim to be the most liked.

He was pretty good with all things military, yeah. Of course he was, he was a US Agent. He knew a lot about safe foods to eat if you were stranded in South Africa or how to differentiate bullet wounds based on bullet types. He was capable in a lot of ways, but he wasn’t liked. He was the unhonourably discharged Captain America knockoff, for God’s sake.

So it was strange, in his opinion, when everyone turned to him.

“What do we do?” Yelana asked, looking at him with an intensity he hadn’t seen since their last mission. His eyes flicked to Bob, who thankfully hadn’t turned black, but who also wasn’t flying. He looked at Ava, expecting a roll of the eyes but all he saw was unwavering trust.

Alexei looked as though he could hang the stars if he wanted and Bucky…

Bucky looked at him with respect.

They were trapped in this tunnel and everyone turned to him. There wasn’t a discussion, or a debate of who to look to. They all chose him. And he will not be letting them down.

He scanned the area briefly before starting. “We remove the upper rocks first, spread them out across the floor. That should stop the whole thing from crumbling and crushing us and even if it does fall, the rocks on the ground should act as a barrier to stop it from getting out of hand. Bucky,” Walker turned. “I need you and Alexei to get the biggest ones and crush them. It would be better to let the whole thing fall and deal with the small stones than deal with large ones that can cause damage.”

He couldn’t help but marvel at how everyone nodded and simply go to work. Yelana, Ava and Bob casually reached up to start picking off the smaller rocks. Alexei moved to a large stone.

“Wait, Alexei,” he called, lightly jogging over. “Do it away from the blockage. We don’t want to risk it collapsing because of the force.”

Alexei saluted once and Walker had to stop himself from going to attention. It had been so long since someone had done that. He swallowed down the feeling in this throat and turned to see Bucky standing there, smiling at him.

Walker looked around, avoiding his gaze. “Why don’t you work on breaking up that one over there? I can help you if you need,” he offered, standing up straight and preparing for dismissal.

“Aye aye, captain,” Bucky smiled, wandering over to the rock and picking it up effortlessly. Walker didn’t feel the usual sinking feeling in his stomach at hearing that word.

Maybe he didn’t need to be Captain America. Maybe he could get used to just being John Walker. An Avenger, sure.

But more importantly, a part of the Thunderbolts.

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Walker stared as the bubbles on his lemon soda popped, rippling the top. His leg bounced, his hands twisted together.

“I’m sorry I called you Bobby,” he blurts out.

Bob looks up from his magazine, eyebrow raised in question. Walker sighs, rubbing his hands across his thighs to try and dry them off.

“I just- I just mean that in the room… I heard your father and I shouldn’t have-“

“Walker,” Bob interrupted. He looked at John like he could see straight through him. Walker wondered if he should have brought up his father at all or if it was still too sensitive. Stupid, he was always messing it up- “it’s okay,” Bob finished, a small smile on his lips.

“No, I shouldn’t have-“

“Seriously, Walker. It-“ he looked away, as if checking himself. Cleared his throat. “It’s nice to hear someone say it affectionately,” he admits. He seems to cringe at his choice of words but otherwise simply looks back down at his magazine.

Walker picks up his glass, taking a tentative sip. It’s flat and cheap tasting and he swallows to try and get the taste off his tongue.

“You can drink around me, you know?” Bob smiles. Walker looks at him, confused and Bob gestures to the glass in his hand. “I was addicted to substances but alcohol wasn’t really on the list. I was a bit of an overachiever,” he laughed.

“I- I just thought that with your dad-“

“Trust me,” Bob started, closing the magazine now. “If I thought you reminded me of my dad, we wouldn’t be friends.” Walker let the words wash over him, as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He placed the drink down. “Besides,” Bob said, opening the magazine back up and leaning back casually. “It’s nice to see people who can drink without getting angry.”

Walker looked between the lemonade and Bob, thinking back to his last few times drinking. He smiled, leaned back, let the taste of lemon soda sit on his tongue.

It got better after a while.

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His mission was as clear as day. Follow The Winter Soldier and do as he tells him to. It was simple, really.

What wasn’t simple was the odd circumstances he found himself in now. He was used to the uneasy feeling after coming out of the cryofreeze, but he wasn’t used to waking up still in the tank.

He could remember right before going in. He could recall the details of the mission and why it was so important - something about field training and getting him ready for solo missions as soon as possible. But he also remembers being briefed about what would happen when he woke up.

“You will be briefed again by me and your handler before being turned over to The Winter Sodiers care. From there, you follow everything he says. The only time you disobey is if his life is on the line, as he is the top priority for safety. Understood?”

Peter couldn’t understand why it was so quiet now. He pushed himself out of the tank, standing to attention ready for orders but-

There was no one here. In fact, the building looked to be decaying. Walls were barely standing, overgrown plants were climbing them. He listened, but there were no heart beats nearby. There wasn’t even the usual thrum of electricity. He was alone.

This was not a part of the mission brief.

Maybe it was a test? Maybe this was all a part of it. He wasn’t told how long it would be in the cryofreeze. He didn’t know what year it was or the precise location of the nearest HYDRA base besides the one he was currently occupying.

All he really knew was that he had a job. He had a job to do and a set of skills that would allow him to complete that job. He figured the worst case scenario was that he wasn’t supposed to leave. The Winter Soldier could punish him for his disobedience if that was true. And if it wasn’t, then he would be praised for starting the mission promptly.

Either way, first, he had to find him.

Peter started walking.

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Peter understood that some things were supposed to happen.

He felt like, sometimes, you could just tell that something big was about to change and that the change was necessary. There was no real way to describe it. It was a gut feeling that it was right, even if it wasn’t good.

He had a stomach ache for a week before his parents got on that plane, but he knew afterwards that he was supposed to live with May and Ben.

He pushed through a blinding headache to go on that school trip, but he was supposed to have super powers. Even as he felt his bones moving and growing - the pain that came with the transformation. Even as he was squirming on his bedroom floor, face deep in a pillow so May and Ben didn’t waste their money on hospital bills, that this was meant to happen.

And when he got into a fight with Ben and Peter stormed outside, he had that feeling again - as if something big was about to happen that would change his life. It was like his hairs stood on end in warning. He hadn’t ever felt the feeling so intensely.

When he saw the robbery taking place, he assumed that was it. He half expected that he would be shot and killed and that his story was over.

It wasn’t until Ben showed up in the doorway, blocking the exit for the robber that Peter realised what was supposed to happen. He didn’t think. He didn’t question it.

He dove into Ben’s side and pushed him out of the way just as the gunshot rung out. The robber had run before Peter could even register what had happened, and he looked down to see Ben’s eyes scanning him, checking to make sure he was okay. But he was fine. Both of them were completely fine.

And for the first time, Peter felt like whatever was supposed to happen, certainly hadn’t happened.

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This was not the kind of situation you got out of. Tony knew it, the others knew it. Hell, Ultron knew it. His face was smug as his eyes scanned the line of Avengers kneeling in front of him.

“Earths mightiest hero’s,” he mused. There was a smugness in his voice that Tony would love to punch out of him, but he didn’t dare step out of line.

They lost, and looking around at everyone’s faces, they knew it too.

“You know, I wondered what it would take to bring you guys down. Make you see the light,” Ultron smirked. “And I must say, I’m impressed how long you lasted. My guards are basically bulletproof. I’m sure they put up quite the fight.”

Tony couldn’t help but let his eyes flick over to Steve who was gently nursing his wrist. The snap had echoed across the room and Tony could only be impressed by the fact he didn’t scream.

“It’s a shame, really, that your talent has to go to waste. I wish there was a way we could see eye to eye,” Ultron spoke, eyes landing on Tony as he did. They stayed there, and Tony matched it with a glare. “Cmon, Stark. Even you have to admit there’s no way out here. Even if you got through me, which trust me, I believe you probably could if you were at full strength,” he admitted, holding his hands out in front of him. “You wouldn’t even open the door before you were killed by my-“

A crash cut him off. A vague thud sound and some random gun shots before a second or two of silence.

Everyone looked at the door, waiting. Tony wondered if this was a rescue attempt. Held his breath as he waited another moment. Nothing happened. Ultron smiled, going back to Tony.

“As I was say-“

The doors opened with a bang and a small figure in red and blue walked in, confidently looking around until his eyes landed on Tony. They stayed there for just a moment before his eyes looked up slightly and his face lit up.

“I think you need some new guards,” Peter called from across the room. He looked calm, excited, even.“I called a medic and told them there were 68 casualties. But don’t worry,” he grinned, getting into his fighting position.

His eyes hardened. “You only had 67 guards.”

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“It doesn’t even matter.”

”It does matter! Peter, you can’t read.” Tony explained it as if Peter was dumb, which he was, but there was no need to treat him like it.

”I KNOW!” He shouted, catching himself and bringing his voice back down when people on other tables started looking at them. “I know, Tony. But guess what? It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s not as big of a deal as you are making it out to be-“

”Oh my god, your GPA! Of course it's so low! All of your report cards saying that you 'refuse to work'? Has anyone ever even tried to teach you how to read? What were you even doing before you started school?”

”What the fuck, are you, like, stalking me?” Peter questioned, pushing his chair back without thinking.

Tony rolled his eyes at the statement. “Kid, this is serious.”

”Yeah, it is. How about you get off my dick and stop snooping through my files like a fucking stalker?” Peter was yelling now, and this time he didn’t care if people looked. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

”Well excuse me for being cautious but I wasn’t going to give a million dollar suit to a kid with super human abilities and the IQ of a table cloth, was I?” Tony seethed back. Peter’s face fell. Fuck him.

”I might be stupid, Tony, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still help people,” Peter spoke back through gritted teeth.

Tony's eyes went wide. “No, kid, I didn't mean it like that! I don’t think you’re dumb. I just needed to make sure you checked out," he defended, hands waving wildly as if they would help to support his argument. "Clearly I trust you, I gave you the suit!”

Peter scoffed. “Well, all hail the great Tony Stark! Thank you for your approval.” Peter threw his napkin onto the table before standing.

“Peter-“ Tony tried, but he was already halfway across the restaurant floor.

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This one’s actually a snippet of a scene from “The House Always Wins”, a fic I wrote on AO3 where Peter is illiterate!

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Natasha Romanoff did not often hesitate.

She was known for being unreadable, and yet her hand hovered over the door. Steve placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and she shook him off, offended by the implication.

But she knew that Steve was just good at seeing this kind of stuff. She was never good with the work that involved kids.

It took a few moments after her knock for the door to open and reveal the man they were looking for. “Look, whatever you’re selling, I don’t have the mon…” The voice trailed off. “You’re the avengers,” he points out, as if they themselves were not aware.

Natasha pulled a grim attempt at a smile. “Hello. You are Peter Parker, yes?” She asked.

The man simply nodded, adjusting his stance to open the door a little wider. His eyes kept flipping between the two avengers, but he seemed to favour Natasha’s gaze more.

“We would like to discuss your brothers disappearance with you if we could-“

“Woah, brother?” He questioned, eyes nervously fluttering over to Steve before quickly focusing back on her own. “I think you have the wrong guy.”

“Peter Parker? Son of Mary and Richard Parker? Born on the 5th of August 2001 making you 23 years old?” She rattled off, watching him shift his weight between his feet.

“Yeah?” He said, uncomfortably.

“Your parents adopted you September 3rd of 2001 and adopted a second child in 2006, yes?” She asked.

The boys eyes widened slightly and his grip on the door tightened. He pushed it open, holding a hand out for them.

“Yeah, you should come in. We clearly have a lot to catch up on,” he laughed, scratching behind his neck awkwardly.

“Did you not know you had a brother?” Steve asked, gently. Both he and Natasha wandered inside the house. They heard the door close just as they turned around.

“Dude, I didn’t even know I was adopted.”

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“I wanna kill him.”

The words don’t look right on Peter’s lips. Tony can’t help but stare at them, stupidly hoping for a sign that Peter wasn’t the one saying it. “I know kid, but Spider-Man doesn’t kill,” Tony says.

“Maybe Peter Parker does,” Peter scoffs, hand clenching into a fist at his side as if testing his own strength. Tony has to hold himself back from grabbing it. Holding it.

“I can assure you, he doesn’t,” he pleads.

“He already has.”

The admission makes Tony pause. They stare at each other, eyes searching as if neither person was real. This isn’t the Peter Parker he knew two years ago and Tony can’t help but wonder what happened to turn him into this.

“He doesn’t have to anymore,” he tries.

Peter drops the gun back down to his side and Tony doesn’t let him see the sigh of relief. Watching his kid aim a gun at his chest-

Tony took a step closer, cautious. He stops walking when Peter goes backwards. “Kid-“

“I’m not who I was, Tony. I’m not a kid anymore and I’m certainly not a hero,” Peter decides, eyes pleading.

“That’s okay,” Tony nods, “I hate kids and I wasn’t overly fond of the whole hero thing to be honest with you,” he joked, watching in vain for a smile on Peter’s lips.

Instead he watches him say “I can’t leave him alive.”

Tony’s response is immediate, as if preplanned. “You can.”

“I CANT,” Peter bites out between gritted teeth.

Tony sighs, glancing between the kids iron grip on the trigger and his tightened jaw. “Peter, look at me.”

Eyes meet.

“You can.”

Peter looks down. Takes a breath.

Tony feels the webbing wrap around his ankles before he even sees the flick of Peter’s wrists. Their eyes meet and Tony sees it.

“I won’t.”

Peter jumps and Tony can only watch him go.

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“I’m sure you understand the importance of getting that data back, considering it’s nature,” Fury spoke, his hands flat in the desk in front of him.

Everyone stared at the screen watching as the faces of SHIELD agents with lives - families - came and went. All of them were at risk if the hard drive got into the wrong hands.

“Luckily for you guys, we have a name for the person who is currently transporting it. Obviously, if HYDRA is involved, they wouldn’t send an amateur, so be prepared for a highly skilled individual.”

Everyone watched as the screen flipped to show a new face. The face of a child, no older than 16.

“This is 15 year old Peter Parker. He appears to be undercover and is posing as a regular high schooler from queens.” Fury sighed, watching as the white faces of the avengers stared back at him. “I don’t like that they’re using children as much as the next guy, but this kid has information on him that could kill a lot of people. A lot of children,” he stressed. “The plan has always been a peaceful negotiation where he will surrender and come willingly.”

He could only watch as Natasha swallowed - a rare show of emotion. “And what do you want us to do if he fights back?” She asked, voice stone cold. Heads perked up, probably because they were wondering the same thing.

Fury sighed, making eye contact with each avenger before landing back at Natasha. He watched as her eyes shifted. As if she already knew the answer.

“Then the order is to kill on sight.”

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His arms were bound. His legs, his chest, his head. He couldn’t move, not with the vibranium cuffs keeping him in place.

And then a gun is placed at his temple and he feels that incessant need to get away- except there’s nowhere to go.

“Any last words, Spider-Man?” The voice behind the mask asks.

Peter can’t believe that he’s about to die. Can’t believe that this stupid plan actually worked and Tony is going to find his body and what would May say-

He hears the click of the trigger just as his mind screams. His vision whites out; he can’t hear. Nothing feels real. He doesn’t register anything except a blur of motion and then suddenly he’s holding the barrel of the gun.

It’s warm. It’s smoking, and yet he can’t remember the gunshot.

The chair stands beside him, cuffs ripped in two as if they were aluminium. He didn’t know he could do that-

The gun is flipped and fired before his captor even catches up. Nothing feels real. The realisation of what he’s done hits him just after the smell of blood permeates the air.

And Peter is gone before the body hits the floor.

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Hearing everyone else talk about the void, it wasn't surprising that he had to watch himself get the phone call about his parents.

Or that he was back in the wormhole.

Or that Steve brought the shield down on him over and over again, and every time he wasn't completely certain that he wasn't going to kill him.

And it wasn't all that shocking that he was back on titan. It wasn't surprising that he had to watch as the Guardians faded away. It wasn't surprising that he watched Dr Strange blow away in the wind. But then-

"Mr Stark? I don't feel so good-"

"You're alright, You're okay."

"I don't know whats happening. I don't-"

Tony could only stare at the wall. All he could hear other than Pepper's soft breathing was that voice repeating-

"I don't want to go. Please, Mr Stark. I don't want to go."

And Tony couldn't even put a name to the face.