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arkbeyond · 8 months

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chrome is my fav but I like seeing my favs suffer a bit so 🤭 can I request an angsty to fluff one-shot (or whichever format you prefer) with chrome and a childhood friend gn!reader? (friends with feeling for each other teehee!!!) smth like reader goes missing during a mission on earth and a year later reader is found as a construct and brought back to Babylonia? emotional reunion with chrome and everything 😭🫶🏻

chrome makes me explode!!!! he has no business being so romantic.

Thank you! I adore your blog and I hope to see it grow in the future!! <3

hi anon, thanks so much you're so sweet !! i totally get you tho ... i loooove making my favs suffer teehee it's so fun ... i also really like this prompt i love love love angst to fluff !! fun fact, i actually have a wanshi smooching oc with a similar backstory !! great minds think alike (〃´𓎟`〃)

i wrote mooostly from chrome's pov since the reader got yoinked so i hope it's alright that they don't have Too much involvement, but all that aside i hope you enjoy!!

here i am (following your steps).

content warnings: implications of/vague allusions to death (you get better though)

When CHROME takes the mission report into his hands, he feels like the world has been pulled out from under his feet.

Your squadmates' faces were similarly grim — downcast eyes, lips pressed into thin lines — and no matter how hard he wanted to, he couldn't deny the truth of the matter, relayed to him in your captain's trembling apologies and Babylonia's standard typewritten font.

Your name, your rank, reported missing in action.

Chrome keeps his face carefully blank as he reads the rest of it over. Maybe he should have been there with you, he thinks. Maybe if you had one more person with you, then your squad wouldn't have had to split up, and you wouldn't have had to go alone, and —

"Thank you for letting me know," he says, a mask of fake reservation, and then he turns to leave.

There are pictures of you and him that you put up in his sleeping pod that he can't bring himself to take down, unopened gift boxes piled on top of the desk in the Strike Hawk lounge addressed to him. He thinks about how he wanted to straighten your jacket one more time before you swatted his hand away, and he wonders what you would say if he asked if you would still want to spend the rest of your life with him, like you believed you would growing up. You would always stay over for dinner, anyway, and his father already likes you — what's one more night, and one more, and one more?

It's a foolish, childish notion, but still the thought of it, the empty, gaping hole where you had once stood beside him, haunts him so.

Chrome sets the mission report face-down.

Time without you passes slowly. After each mission Chrome spends another hour searching for you, and after each mission he returns to Babylonia without even finding the slighest trace of you. Not a torn piece of your coat, your pistol, your remains — nothing to officially pronounce you dead, and precious little else to remember you by.

Sometimes, he catches himself checking in on the private comms channel he set up for the two of you. Today, too, he finds himself listening to the silence that your voice used to fill, casting his gaze off to the horizon, past devastated streets and ruined buildings —

— And then he catches a flash of something in the distance that almost eerily reminds him of you.

He doesn't waste a single moment before he gives chase, your silhouette that he was so used to seeing growing clearer and clearer with each step. Even though he might just be deluding himself, he needs to see with his own eyes that it's not you to believe it.

The silhouette turns at the sound of his footsteps and at the sight of your face, the world is pulled out from under him again.

"...Chrome?"

(How long has it been since he last heard your voice?)

"It's you," he says softly, falling from his lips like the answer to a prayer that even he can't quite believe. "...You're here."

The words bring a smile to your face — soft and bright and oh-so-familiar — and he reaches out for your hand, sliding down to hold your wrist. His fingers press against where he might feel your pulse but it's still, silent, cold, with only the same subtle thrum of electricity that sits beneath his own synthetic skin.

"I'm here," you echo, and for just a moment he sets aside all the questions running through his head.

Chrome takes another look at you, at your new metal body, at the same face he had seen every day growing up and seen in his dreams every night since you disappeared. He straightens your jacket and lets his hand rest on your shoulder for one moment, then two, waiting for you to swat his hand away.

"Chrome," you say, placing your hand over his. "Can I stay over for dinner?"

The question draws a surprised noise out of his throat, and his expression slowly melts into a smile.

"Always," he replies. "...And for however long you want to stay afterwards."

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr chrome #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr chrome x reader #bee.writes

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blackiraven · 9 months

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Surprise with your own version, please!

Wow! Is anyone really interested in this? So, what's in the surprise box? My OC! It's going to be a big story🎁✨

The echo of the hail of shots still sounded in my head. The air was saturated with the smell of gunpowder, metal and blood. The beams of flashlights crawled into every corner in search of our souls, and tall figures with shiny badges loudly ordered us to stop. How useless. I was faster than them. If it weren't for the heavy and important burden on my shoulders, I would happily kill everyone. The shot Nygma, whom I carried further and further away, growled in pain and through clenched teeth threw curses at the police side. I agreed with him and was already thinking about how I would get to each of them and execute them for such impudence. Riddler had just managed to get out of Arkham, put on his new suit and breathed freedom into his lungs, and they crept up like rats.

"We'll be at your place soon. Be patient a little longer." holding the wounded body tightly, I quickly turned into narrow and dark alleys, scaring away real rats with my stomp. Nygma's lair was not so far away, we just need to cover up or confuse our tracks.

“What?.. No… no! Kha! We need… another place." Edward had already started coughing up blood, but for some reason he was against me going to his lair. Is he afraid that we will be noticed after all? But I'm not going to put his life on the line.

"We don't have time! You urgently need surgery!" I shouted sullenly and discontentedly, but Nygma quickly passed out and could not answer me. Silence is a sign of agreement, so I built an approximate short path and followed it with maximum speed.

All the passwords to the doors were carefully stored in my head, copies of the keys Edward once with difficulty, but still gave me. A small protective maze was overcome by me in exactly a minute. The last door swung open, and I ran into an ordinary hallway. For some reason, lights were on in all the rooms, as if someone had lived here during the long absence of Riddler. What a pity that the owner can't open the veil of secrets now. For the first seconds there was dead silence, and then, to my surprise, someone's footsteps rang out. What?! How can this be?!

"Sir! Sir! You're finally back!" a joyful cry rang through the apartment, its source getting closer and closer to me. What should I do?! Who is this?! Why didn't Edward tell me anything?! A boy ran out to meet me. Long dark brown hair, blue pajamas, in his hands was a plush toy. The boy looked to be about six or seven years old. A smile of happiness shone on his face.

"I missed you so much…" the child stopped abruptly and, seeing me, turned pale and numb. The toy fell to the floor. Small hands rested on trembling lips, tearful green eyes examined me from head to toe. My mask and suit only made things worse. We looked at each other in silence and dumbfounded. When he saw the bloody body, he cried out in fright and shook all over.

"Hurry up! Bring the first aid kit here!" I shout rudely and through wild shortness of breath unexpectedly for myself. We can't get distracted, Edward needs urgent help. All questions will be asked later. Need to be patient a little. My head started to split from the flow of thoughts, but I continued to stay on my feet. The boy quickly nodded his head and rushed towards the Riddler's office. Meanwhile, I ran into the kitchen, threw off everything unnecessary from the dining table and laid Nygma on a flat surface. The jacket and the reddened shirt had to be torn to get to the blooming and bleeding wound on the left side of the abdomen. Damn, the bullet is stuck, we'll have to take it out! At that moment, he suddenly woke up and groaned in pain. Turning around, I saw a child frozen in the doorway, holding a large red box with both hands and whimpering.

"What are you standing for?! Hurry up and come here! Or do you want him to die?!" I growled at him in a commanding tone.

"No!" holding back a heart-rending roar, the boy ran up to me and handed me a first aid kit. I take the box and get everything I need for the operation.

"Argh! A… hah? You?.. Damn…" Edward said in a fading and creaking voice, noticing the presence of a child. How long has he been living here? Why did Riddler decide on such an act?..

"Kha-kha! Ngh… don't look at it… kha… Go away, p-p-please. Everything is going to be fine with me… a-a-a… it will be fine." due to the fact that he talked a lot, the bloody cough intensified and frightened the little boy. Edward was worried about him… very much. For some reason, it annoyed me.

"No, let him stay! I could use some help." I insisted stubbornly and pulled the mask off my head. The sobbing child looked first at me, then at Nygma.

"It's still… umgh… too early for him to see this. Kha-kha! Idiot!"

"He should know what it is! If next time I won't be around?! What can he do?!"

"Sir… I…"

"No! Please… umph! Go away…" the last hysterical words squeezed out of his chest with ragged, hoarse sighs. Without any strength, Edward stared at the ceiling with his eyes closed, and tears rolled down his cheeks. What a tragedy! And why am I involved in this?..

"Decide for yourself now. If anything, I can handle it." I take off my rag gloves and treat my hands with alcohol, trying not to look at the child at all. I was infuriated by his innocence, his tears, so I wanted to push him into the harsh reality, but at the same time I understood that he could only get in the way.

"I… I'll stay!" he squeaked, wiping the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves. The boy resolutely clenched his fists and tried not to cry anymore, which surprised me. He showed a desire for new and useful knowledge and an understanding that he really could not help Riddler alone.

"Then give it to him first. One pill at a time." I threw him two packs of painkillers and antibiotics, simultaneously laying out the necessary tools on the edge of the table. Nodding once, the boy ran for a glass of water and, lifting Edward's head a little, gave him medicine.

"Of course, I can see that you are very small. But. Try to hold him down a little bit, okay?" I take a deep breath, preparing myself, and thoroughly moisten a piece of gauze with peroxide. Swallowing a lump of tension, the child grabbed Nygma's shoulders with both hands and pressed him to the table. Well, the operation begins, and the fate of the villain has thrown me a little assistant. With one sharp movement, I tightly apply a fragrant cloth to the wound. The patient instantly revived and screamed at the top of his throat from the burning pain. He was shaking his head furiously, wriggling his whole body and waving his limbs. I immediately threw away the bloody gauze, wrapped my arms around Edward's legs and held him firmly from falling. The boy did not have enough strength, so he leaned his whole body on his chest. The exposed flesh hissed, the blood foamed, but Nygma gradually calmed down. After treating the wound, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and picked up a pair of tweezers.

"Listen, he's got a bullet stuck in his body, and I'm going to get it out now."

"Is it… is it going to hurt?"

"Is it going to fucking hurt… Ready?"

"Yes…" in anticipation of the most terrible boy, he took Edward by the hand and squeezed his eyes shut. The thin silver tweezers slowly sank into the torn meat, from which nasty slimy sounds were heard and children's castles in the air were destroyed. Blood gushed out again, but the tweezers were actively digging and continued to sink into the wound.

"A-a-a!" the patient screamed with unimaginable force. New portions of torment tormented his body in all directions. The crunch of a child's brush, which he was clutching with a trap, was heard. The boy burst into tears, but did not make a sound. Is this the first time you've heard such melodies? This is just the beginning…

"I found this. I'll take it out now." I was in full concentration and tried to ignore most of the agony of Nygma. But my heart still shrank to a shapeless lump. Smoothly, but with all my efforts, I begin to pull out the captured bullet.

"Aahhh! Fuck! Mha-a-aha-a!"

"Hold on, Edward! Be patient! A little more!" after a couple of seconds that seemed like an eternity, the bullet was finally pulled out of the wound. He shook, then abruptly went limp and swallowed his scream, remaining only able to breathe quickly with his head thrown back.

"Here! Good… good. You're doing great, Edward." I whispered with light joy and stroked his sweat-soaked hair. All my hands were covered in blood, the child looked at them with horror, he was numb and panicked breathing. His eyes were glazed, empty, his lips were moving soundlessly, his legs were unsteadily giving way, and his head was heavy and fell on the table.

"Hey? Hey?! Are you sick?" I run up to the boy irritably, pick him up and shake him slightly, removing the strands of hair stuck to his face.

"Hold on, breathe deeply. He still has a wound to sew up." I lightly slapped the child on the cheeks. In response, he shook his head, as if throwing off dizziness and confusion for a while.

"We don't have much time. You agreed to it yourself, so be patient with all your might. Do you understand?" his weak endurance irritated me and I did not want to give any discounts because of his small age. Not at a time like this. By the scruff of the neck, I dragged the boy to the other side of the table, pulled a chair closer with my foot and put the child on it for convenience.

"Here. Wipe off the blood. Carefully. Don't touch the wound." I sternly pointed out to him and shoved a fresh gauze rag into his trembling hands.

"Uh-huh…" he squeaked excitedly and with light movements began to perform this task. The child tried very hard and held his breath, so as not to hurt the sore spot. Fresh blood scared him, he categorically did not want to touch it. Meanwhile, I was opening packages with threads and a special bent needle, but I still carefully monitored the movements of the child. Any mistake he makes will inflame me, I will be very angry and it's not a fact that I can restrain myself. Perhaps he understands this and feels the full weight of my strict attitude with his whole small, flimsy back.

"Am I doing everything right?.."

"You could say that. And now treat your hands, hold the edges of the wound and bring them closer."

"W-w-what?! Hold the wound?!" after a shocked sob, the boy lost the power of speech and stared with open eyes at the rough hole in the flesh.

"Yes, damn it! Hold this, and I'll sew it up. Hurry up!" I push the wayward student in the back and pour cold alcohol on his hands. He began to whimper long, but still rubbed his hands and put twitching fingers on the torn skin. After the first attempts to connect the edges of his hand, Edward's blood quickly covered it. The child sobbed, sniffed, but continued to endure. I loomed over him like a soaring hawk over a defenseless vole.

"Good. Stay in this position." I lean towards the pulsating bud and make the first smooth stitches. The sight of the needle piercing the skin and pulling a black thread through it made the boy close his eyes and turn away. But his hands seemed to freeze. No mistake, although I expected them. Is this Edward's special upbringing? What a pity that he can't tell me anything now because of the strong effect of the pills. Gradually, because of the oppressive silence, the boy began to get nervous again.

"Hush. Don't move. Try to imagine that we're just sewing up a plush toy. Like that. Half is already ready." I use the first association that came to mind, suitable for a child. My rudeness calmed down by itself. The words no longer had such a strong effect on my partner in misfortune, so I put my palm on his, suppressing the trembling and helping the boy cope with an important mission. He shuddered once and looked at me. Something alive flashed in the boy's eyes. He could have smiled, but the situation was not right now, and he knew it perfectly well.

"Look, this way the seam turns out to be smoother, and the probability of its opened up becomes minimal."

"Is it bad if the seam splits?"

"If help is provided in time, it is not critical. But it's unpleasant. Pain again, bleeding, a scar may remain."

"And with sir… does this happen often?"

"Yes…"

"And with you too, yes?"

"Well, yes. This has already become commonplace for us."

"Does sir help you as well?"

"Oh. I think that's enough questions already! That's it, you can take your hands off." the overly curious little boy quickly pressed his hands to his chest, and I finished the last stitch, cut the thread and made a small knot.

"I did it… I did it." with his eyes closed, he whispered encouragement and reassured himself.

"It remains only to bandage everything well. Will you hold him?" the bloody instruments were replaced by snow-white clean bandages and thick napkins. Shaking my hands, I lifted Edward's torso and handed him over to the child. He immediately snuggled up to Nygma and buried his wet face in his shoulder, looking for calm and quietly rejoicing at his return. A barely perceptible plaintive whine tried to wake him up, but to no avail. While the failed surgical assistant held Edward in a sitting position, I quickly bandaged his waist. In some ways, we are still similar. Riddler is so dear to us. Is it good?

The mysterious boy chose to stay in the kitchen while I carried Edward to the bedroom and changed his reddened clothes. He's probably still coming in a state of shock. I know this place well and new details instantly caught my eye, even the semi-darkness could not hide them. A lot of children's things appeared here. Toys, books, and several shelves in the closet were occupied by small-sized clothes. Children's drawings. There were a lot of them. Basically, the child drew either himself or Riddler, or himself together with him. But among these harmless objects there were textbooks, notebooks with mathematical problems, mechanical parts and simple drawings made for children's perception. You're teaching him hard. What for? Is this some new plan of yours? My frown gaze and fell on the peacefully sleeping Nygma. I want to scream, I want to hit him. Why… why didn't you tell me anything?! Who is this boy?! Is he really your son, or do I just think he looks like you? My hands clung to Edward's shoulders with a willingness to brazenly and with maximum selfishness shake all the answers out of him, but at the last moment I was able to stop myself. "Another riddle of yours, Nygma…" I exhale with difficulty and stroke his head and cheeks.

The children's crying growing in the other room did not allow me to collapse next to Riddler, hold him to me and finally relax, forget myself. I had to go back. My body ached from fatigue, my legs were swollen, my hands were shaking, everything was blurred before my eyes from time to time, and my head was spinning. The boy was sitting on a chair and howling loudly, sniffing and wheezing. His reddened face was soaked with new tears, and small hands clutched his chest and buried themselves in his pajamas.

"What's the problem? It's already over." I walk up to him with heavy steps and look down puzzled. In response, he stretched out his arms and showed me his bloodstained palms. It's almost dried out, embedded in the skin and got under the nails. That's what scared the child.

"Do you see blood for the first time?"

"Someone else's and… so much – yes."

"Are you scared?"

"Huh? Y-y-yes…"

"Then listen to me carefully." my voice became quieter, I squatted down in front of the boy and took his hands so that he could see that our palms became the same after the whole operation.

"This fear is your new lesson. And you should remember this for the rest of your life. What has just happened should not remain a painful scar. This is a new stage that cannot be abandoned. Do you understand me?" the pathetic crying stopped abruptly. It became quiet, the child thought and looked at me, then at his hands, then at the table with a large brown spot and a bullet extracted.

"Yes… I get it." with his head bowed, he squeezed my fingers tightly. Under the scarlet layers, I saw something unusual on the back of his right palm. It was a real mark in the form of a question mark. Were you seriously capable of that, Edward?.. I can't even believe that this crybaby could survive such terrible pain.

"Good. Now try to calm down. Think about how all this helped Edward." I free one hand and use my sleeve to wipe the tears from the boy's cheeks. Suddenly, the child jumped off the chair and hugged me, almost knocking me down. I gasped, pursed my lips, but still hugged him back and stroked his head a couple of times. If only it would end quickly. Oh, you little and nimble lamb…

"Sh-h-h. Don't waste your strength on tears. Let's go wash up." I got up to my full height and went towards the bath. The child actively jumped after me and took my hand.

"Is sir going to be okay?"

"If you ask less, then yes."

The two of us stood in front of the sink and thoroughly washed our hands with plenty of soap. The boy enjoyed the voluminous foam and floral aroma. Sometimes we looked at each other, each time about to say something, but changed our minds at the last moment.

"Um… my name is John. Jonathan Crane." I gave out in one breath and then rinsed my face with cool water.

"And my name is Leslie Mcgee." it was also difficult or awkward for him to introduce himself, although in theory it seemed easier than simple. He has a different last name! A heavy boulder has just fallen off my shoulders. When Leslie found out my name, he beamed with happiness and began to smile broadly.

"How old are you?"

"Ten."

"Really? I thought you were younger."

"No, I'm really-really ten!"

"And do you know who Edward is and what he does?"

"Yes. That's how I met sir. And I… often saw him… taken away by the police or… Batman."

"Why do you call him "sir"?"

"Because sir likes it! And I call him "Mr. Riddler" before."

"Well, that's Edward's style."

Leslie repeated after me and also washed his face. His attention completely switched to me, the boy was examining my suit, thinking about something, and his eyes were shining because of the appearance of a new "friend". With children, everything is so simple. All the circumstances of our acquaintance have already gone into the background.

"Mr. Crane, you and sir are friends, right?"

"I don't have an exact answer for you. It's a long and complicated story."

"Oh, sorry…"

"It's all right. If Edward didn't tell you anything about me, then it's too early for you to know."

"Because I'm still small?"

"Because you're still small."

The boy constantly followed me and wouldn't let go of my arm or sleeve. Even when I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, he settled down next to me.

"Mr. Crane! Mr. Crane, can I go to sir?" holding my hand, Leslie looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"No." I replied dryly and closed my tired eyes.

"Please… I haven't seen him for so long. I'll be very careful!" Leslie was whining insistently under my ear and nuzzling my shoulder.

"Hmm… then tell me what the mark on your hand is." from my exchange offer, the child quieted down for a while, which allowed me to tune in to a nap.

"Um… well… sir did it. But I agreed to it myself!"

"And what does it mean?"

"It's… um…"

"Come on, Mr. Mcgee, I'm not letting you go until you tell me."

"It means that I was able to pass many tests and solve many riddles. And then I started living here. And I'm very happy here! I've never been so happy…"

"I see. You can go."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Crane!"

Through the drowsiness that had fallen on me, I felt Leslie hug me tightly in gratitude, then jumped off the couch and ran away. Now I was left alone, and a small competitor took a comfortable and soft place next to Edward. Where did you pick up this devoted puppy? Does he have parents? What fate have you built for him? When Nygma wakes up, I will immediately squeeze him in some corner so that he can not avoid my questions in any way.

After an indefinite time, an incomprehensible sound was heard. Getting closer to me, the noise gradually became clearer. It was the patter of small feet. Silence, no screaming or crying. Then my back stopped hurting, and my head lay on something soft. It got warmer. Did he bring a blanket for me?

"Here. It will be more convenient for you, Mr. Crane. I hope we are good friends now."

Well, I hope you liked my Leslie. And, as usual, if you want to know more details or get a little story from me, ask is open👀👉👈

#batman oc #scriddler #riddlecrow #scarecrow #riddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #Blacki's fanfiction #Blacki's ask #bad english #sorry that there have been no posts for a long time I found a job...

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lovelywingsart · 3 years

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Loss

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

This is... possibly my favorite story I've written for them, I can't even lie. :'D I don't get to write this kind of stuff often!

Ever wonder why she's missing an eye? (And why she hates the creatures in the factory so much?) Well, now you know.

**Hey! Small reminder that I have a 'Masterlist' for this now! I'll get updated and organized with every story uploaded <3 Please enjoy!**

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*Warning?: Lots of blood, injury/loss of organ, death of multiple Haulers, general shock/panic from pain, medical help

Summary: While down in the tunnels, an unfortunate welding incident leads to a serious injury, dead zombies, and... a surprisingly caring Lord.

The sound of metal striking stone echoed through the tunnels. Grunts and groans of the mutant creatures who worked were common, though one was silent. Emelia kept her eyes on her own work, focusing enough to tune out the other noises except for that of the small welder she held up to a rather large pipe that was fixed to the stone wall. She kept her face covered with a mask, her eyes concentrated on the small area she needed to fix. It was an important pipe, one that would be used for fluid movement once fully integrated into the system of other pipes and machinery. It was a common job for her now, and she enjoyed it. She was relatively left alone due to the proximity of the sparks, and she had come to find that the creatures around her were technically under Lord Heisenbergs command. The man had mostly guaranteed they wouldn't touch her, and he had been mostly right. They didn't touch her physically, but sometimes they got a bit too close for comfort, both physically and while swinging their weapons. And so she preferred to stay off to the side most days, but this time she was forced to be close due to the area in dire need of repairing.

She was careful with the welding, mostly for her own well-being; One wrong move and she was potentially getting hurt. While the sparks from the welding hitting didn't bother her now as much they used to when she was fully human, the feeling of a mis-directed full blast from the welder onto her covered fingers was still a painful possibility, even with the thick gloves she was given. She had to admit, the close proximity of the mutant creatures made her... nervous. She forced herself not to jump with every strike their weapons made against the stone, though she stopped as there was a hit VERY close to her side.

The welder was turned off and she roughly lifted the helmet, glaring at the groaning creature that had stumbled close.

"Back off!!" She snarled, making the creature take a step back and give a screech in response.

She refrained from lunging at it, hearing Heisenbergs words in the back of her mind. 'They're brainless idiots, but they won't attack you as long as they have those pieces on their heads. Leave them alone and you'll be fine.' He had said, and she gave a huff. Sure, they wouldn't attack, but they would come damn close to simply hitting her as they swung their axes to chip away at stone.

She narrowed her eyes at the one who had wandered close as it simply resumed it's own work, failing to notice the ever growing crack it had been causing in a smaller pipe next to the one she was working on. She simply returned the helmet to its position over her face with a huff before turning back to the pipe, bringing the welder up to finish the section she had been working on. It was a decently sized spot, and it was almost done... The angle was tricky to work with, but not the worst. But she kept glancing over at the mutant next to her with every swing, the sound and vibration of the axe hitting the wall causing more of a ringing in her ears than the welder did.

The crack in the smaller pipe got larger and larger, resulting in a small hiss of air that she caught on to almost immediately. She paused, lowering the welder to listen. What the hell...

It wasn't until the hissing grew much louder that she realized where it was coming from, and she tore off the helmet as the mutant raised its axe once more.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU-" she started, taking a step closer to the creature.

She was halted as it swung hard, hitting the wall with enough force to make her teeth rattle. There was a split second of silence before the cracked pipe nearly exploded, sending pieces of shrapnel flying with a concentrated blast of scorching hot steam- directly into her face. She had unintentionally moved in front of it, not noticing until an excruciatingly searing pain shot through her system and she lost vision.

An ear piercing screech left her throat as she stumbled back, her hands clasping and tearing at her face in a desperate attempt to make the pain stop. Blood flowed down her face from a gash across her nose and left temple, and the flesh around her right eye bubbled and bled. Her eye... Through her grasping, her now blood-covered hands found their way to her eye, and the decently sized piece of curved shrapnel that had embedded itself into the organ. She couldn't stop the gasps and yells of pain, her own ears deaf to her noises as tears of pain and shock streamed down her cheeks. Oh god it hurt... It hurt so much... She couldn't see... She couldn't BREATHE...

The creature had backed away in a startled fashion at her yelling, and the others had stopped their with with their heads turned towards her as she began to hyperventilate. The metal... The metal was... She grabbed at the piece of piping that now protruded from her face, taking a near wheezing gasp before instinctively yanking it away to remove it- along with the eye itself.

Another shrill scream of pain echoed through the tunnels, followed closely by the sound of heavy, running footsteps as she dropped the item in another wave of shock. Her back hit the wall as she thrashed from the pain, blood splattering and dripping all over her front and the ground. The vision in her left eye was clouded from the pain, and so she didn't see Heisenberg nearly skid around the corner- but she heard him through her cries.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" His voice boomed through the cavern, very obviously and incredibly pissed that his own work had been disturbed by the commotion. It wasn't until he realized the sight before him that he froze- the mutants had stopped working entirely, one even nearing something in the ground. That 'something', Heisenberg saw, was the piece of metal that had come from the broken pipe that was now filling the area with hot steam, embedded in a golden-irised eye. Blood covered the ground, a large trail of it leading to the source of the noise. His blood nearly ran cold as the sight of Emelia against the wall finally registered, her pained cries still echoing.

"What the hell-" he started, briskly making his way over to her as she doubled over and collapsed to her knees, blood now streaming down her arms and pooling on the ground as she kept her hands clasped over the right side of her face.

He managed to have her look up at him, his breath halting as she stared up at him with a wide eye and a horrified look on her blood soaked face. One more look around them helped fit the pieces together, and he lifted his arm. Smaller pieces of metal suddenly flew to the pipe, covering the hole and halting the steam. He instantly brought Emelia to his chest, feeling her shaking and sobbing as he bared his teeth. His attention was then directed at the mutant creatures, a spark of pure fury in his eyes as he shifted his hand. The metal devices over their heads suddenly constricted to extreme degrees, resulting in their skulls cracking and popping simultaneously with small explosions and fountains of blood. Each one fell to the ground as he made sure they were dead with the ever tightening devices, only stopping once their heads were nothing but piles of mush against the ground. His attention was turned once more to the crying woman against his chest, using his own hand to cover her face as he quickly picked her up. Her loud cries had resolved to panicked and pained sobs, her gasping breaths still irregular as he quickly made his way out.

"BREATHE, Emelia-" he said sternly, making a furious pace back towards the upper levels of the factory. He could feel her blood soaking through the shirt he wore, though he didn't exactly care at the current moment.

"Breathe." He repeated.

He utilized metal scraps to move quicker, and before he knew it, they were in his personal workshop. Emelias sobs had then lessened to wet gasps, though she still gripped her face under his hand while also gripping his jacket. It wasn't until he carefully set her down on a cushioned chair next to his table that she made an attempt to look at him, her mouth open as she took gasps and gulps of air. Heisenberg paused for a single moment, meeting her remaining eye. Her body shook as he finally pushed away, moving to rummage through a crate off to the side.

"You're in shock Emelia, you NEED to breathe." He said, finally returning with an impressive amount of medical supplies, namely gauze and a green liquid substance, as well as a simple clean rag. He knelt in front of her, managing to pry one of her hands away. The gashes along her nose and temple had healed about half way, though the one over her nose still bled a good amount. He ran the rag underneath the gash, clearing the blood away from her mouth and nose.

"Breathe. Can you hear me?" He asked, his voice now taking on a surprisingly concerned tone. He frowned as she didn't respond, simply staring at him as the stream of tears refused to slow. He grabbed her hand with his.

"Fine then, squeeze once for yes. Can. You. Hear. Me." He kept the rag pressed to her face, but gave a huff as he received a small squeeze around his fingers. "Good. I need you to BREATHE Emelia, you're not healing fast enough."

Emelia stared at him. Pain still surged through her system as she held onto his free hand, though she did attempt to control what breathing she could. Heisenberg seemed pleased as he listened, wiping away the remainder of the blood from the bottom half of her face.

"Good... Good." He spoke calmly, taking his hand away and nearly covering half of the rag with the green substance. She gave a pained whine as he pressed it to the gash, her breath catching in her throat and her body going rigid with sparks of pain as he dragged it along the wound. His eyes followed the rag, watching as the gash healed quicker with the liquid. He managed to clear her face of most of the blood before finally focusing on the area her other hand covered.

"I'm gonna need you to move your hand." He said simply, frowning as she let out a sudden scared whimper and backed away into the chair. He rolled his eyes and reached for her face, giving a slightly irritated grunt as she held up her free hand in near defense. "Emelia, if you don't move your hand, I'm going to pry it from your face and use every bit of scrap metal in this room to hold you down." He threatened, watching as she stiffened. "This will go much easier for you if you do what I say. Now move. Your. Hand."

He held up the rag in a threatening manor, moving two or three pieces of metal beside him to prove a point. Emelia was silent save for a few whines and whimpers, but her hand eventually twitched. She jumped as he lightly tugged her forward with her free hand, more panic returning to her remaining eye as her other hand was moved- and she realized she couldn't see. She couldn't see, and there was piercing, uncomfortable air where her right eye should have been. Another stream of tears started as her shoulders shook. When she pulled the metal, did she...- She didn't even realize...- She didn't think...-

Heisenbergs frown deepened as he saw the full extent of the damage, followed by her new, terrified sobs. The skin around the now empty socket had all but melted away, having bypassed the blistering point to be nothing but a bloody, shriveled mess. Her eyelids and eyebrow were now nonexistent, caught in the range of both the steam and the shrapnel that had hit her. The gash had actually traveled below her cheek and over her jaw, he noticed, and he pressed the rag against it to assist the healing process. But the eye... Or, the area where the eye used to be... That would take much longer due to the damage despite the bleeding having slowed considerably.

"Hold this." He said, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand to hold the rag against the bottom of the gash. Her lip trembled with silent sobs as he retrieved the gauze, nearly soaking it with the liquid as well. "This'll hurt like hell, but I need you to stay still." He said, leaning up to her height and holding onto her shoulder with a tight grip. Another scared whimper escaped her lips a she held up the gauze, though didn't move as he shot her a look.

She attempted to close her remaining eye and focus on the pressure of his hand on her shoulder, but was unable to stop the heavy cringe and cry of pain as the soaked gauze was pressed over the burns. Her hand flew up to hold Heisenbergs arm as if to push it away on instinct, but he forced her back against the chair to keep her still while she squirmed. He used his other hand to grab the other side of her face, managing to keep her head still with a grunt.

"Stay STILL." He growled, though he calmed somewhat as she gave him an odd look of fear. He sighed. "Easy..." he mumbled, keeping the soaked gauze pressed to her face while reaching for a new piece. He grabbed a larger, thicker piece, carefully maneuvering it over the one already against her skin. "Hold it."

He waited until her hand gingerly felt its way under his to hold the gauze, looking down in order to locate the small roll of medical tape he had grabbed. He pulled at it, nodding to her.

"Come here." He said simply, holding up a piece he had ripped off.

Emelia hesitantly moved forward, flinching as he applied pieces of the tape to the gauze and her skin, locking the substance in place while being careful to avoid the gash that intercepted the burns at points. She jumped as he suddenly grabbed her face to look straight forward at him, though was surprised to find his grip... gentle.

"You're still in shock." He said quietly, his voice having an entirely different tone than before. "You're staying up here for now. You don't get a choice."

She stared at him for a moment before giving a stiff nod. He returned the nod, standing in front of her, though unsurprised as she didn't move save for her shaking. There was a moment of silence as he moved the supplies to the table before giving a huff. Well, she couldn't just sit in the chair the whole time... She'd be in the way of his own work. But more importantly, she wouldn't have room to relax, nor would he have room to screw around with metal pieces as he usually did, and something told him she didn't want to see flying metal anytime soon. An idea suddenly clicked in his mind, and he shrugged.

"Alright. Hold on, Emmy." Hs said casually.

Emelia looked up at him for a moment before letting out a surprised yelp as he suddenly scooped her up into his arms. She held her palm over the gauze with one hand still, but held onto his shoulder for dear life with the other as he walked to the door hidden around the corner. She flinched and closed her eye as he nearly kicked it open, curling to his shoulder in a nervous huddle. He couldn't help but sigh as he felt her move, only stopping once he reached a small room at the top of another set of stairs. More tables lined the walls, as well as a small couch-like object in the corner. He took her to the couch, setting her down carefully and watching as she cuddled to the cushions with a shudder and a sniffle.

"Stay here for... however long." He said, looking down at his blood stained clothing with a frown. "I need to change my shirt."

He nearly chuckled as she let out a whimper.

"Eh, I'm not worried. Wish I would've been a bit more prepared for blood is all." He replied simply, shrugging off his jacket. She flinched as he draped it over her shoulders, though she almost instantly cuddles into it with a shaky breath. An amused smile crossed his features before he stood straight, turning to head towards the door. "I'll come back with more gauze... Next time, don't move. The shock should wear off in a bit, but the pain will last longer. Trust me, I know."

He received no response save for another whimper before he finally left the room. This would be one hell of a few hours, he thought... Maybe days, depending. He knew she'd be fine... She always was. Wait, why was he even worried? WAS he worried??

Oh, hell... This would be interesting.

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch four

read ch three here

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warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.1k+

edie's pov

"give up now, parker. i can do this all day." i say with a heavy breath as i hold peter in a headlock between my legs. we've been messing around with each other, showing off what we're capable of. somehow that led us to this moment.

he's struggling to break away from my hold. using all his strength to squirm away, he lets out grunts that eventually end with a big sigh as he gives up. only to try all over again a few seconds later.

"god it's like your legs are made of steel, this is inhumane." he puffs out, finally accepting defeat.

"oh. oh! my eyes! what is going on in here?" a voice booms throughout the room.

both our heads snap to the sound at the doorway to see happy standing there with his hands over his eyes. tony's voice can be heard in the hallway.

"what? why are you doing that, happy? oh lord! jesus children, it's only the first day." he shouts as he shields his eyes away from our general direction. i scramble away from peter and we each end up on either side of the blue mat that covers half of the room. both of our faces are flustered and shaded a guilty hue of red even though we weren't doing anything worthy of that feeling.

tony saunters over to a table on the side of the room and motions for us to join him. i hop up off of the ground, brushing myself off and moving my hair out of my face. i take my place next to mr. stark and peter follows in suit on the opposite side of him.

"okay so as you know- peter, take your mask off. what is this a kid's costume party?" tony pokes fun at peter who rushes to take the mask off and holds it down by his side. i can't help but let out a muffled laugh at the embarrassed boy. he meets my eyes with no readable expression, only holding it for a moment before focusing back on mr. stark.

he continues on, "alright. now that that’s handled... let's get some ground rules on the table." he looks at both of us in the eyes before talking again.

"rule number one, you must always be on alert. you'll be the only ones here for the most part, aside from the occasional visits from happy or myself.

number two, one of you must be here at all times. you can take turns going out and helping old ladies cross the street, or whatever it is that you guys do. hey, hey, i'm kidding don't give me that look, peter.

number three, i expect weekly updates from you. edie, you'll probably want to handle that.

and lastly rule number four, i just added this one because i didn't think it would be a problem, but who am i kidding? no hanky panky in my compound. got it?"

i snap out of my focused state at that last part. my mouth bobs open and closed like a fish as i search for something to say. never in a million years would i think about doing things with peter. just the thought of it made me shiver.

"hello? i need an answer." tony says as he looks between the both of us. it's then that i notice peter- again- is flustered beyond belief.

peter's pov

"you got it mr. stark." i blurt out. he gives one last glance between us and nods his head in satisfaction.

"good. i'll see you two crazy kids later." he responds with a wink as he walks backwards towards the door, giving us laser fingers before he turns and is gone from the room. i move my attention to happy who was trailing behind him.

"don't make me come back here more than i have to." he says with a fake smile and wave before disappearing as well.

i turn to the only other person left in the room. the said person who suddenly makes the butterflies in my stomach turn on each other to form an all-out war. the scary part about this feeling is...i have no idea why i feel it. and it's sprung up on me out of nowhere. all i know is that as of late, being around her makes me nervous, and sweaty.

"i'm gonna go...take a shower," i say pitifully. i internally scold myself for being so weird all of a sudden, but without waiting for an answer i bolt out of the room and make my way to my own space i’ll be staying in this summer. during my escape, i hear the faintest 'bye' coming from edie's direction.

finally in my room, i press the button that releases my suit from my body and shimmy out of it, starting to feel claustrophobic beneath its tight hold. while showering was just the first thing i could think of for an excuse, the idea doesn't sound so bad. i scramble through my suitcase and find all of the things necessary to take a shower. i carry it all to the bathroom and turn on the water.

while waiting for it to warm up, i stare at myself in the mirror. my hair is damp from the sweat that always comes when i wear my mask. i just look rough. my cheeks are red and flustered- an emotion i find myself feeling a lot lately- and the only reason as to why, is the reminiscent feeling of edie's thighs wrapped around my head. a combat move that is a bitch to be stuck in is now sending shivers down my spine in the strangest way. the feeling of her soft, yet durable suit against my cheeks is fresh in my mind. part of me wants to feel her actual skin caressing my face. just the palm of her hand. or maybe even her lips.

the scandalous thought hits me in the face when i remember who it is i'm thinking about. no no no. i'm just a horny boy who is thinking with the wrong part of his body. there is no way i can be thinking these things about edie. not my best friend, that would be so weird.

right?

it's nearing dinner time the next day after mr. stark and happy left to meet up with the others. i've done my best to stay in my room, but the nagging feeling in my stomach craved for any food other than the peanut butter crackers i smuggled in the middle of the night.

with a groan, i peel back my sheets and crawl out of bed. i walk over to my door and pull it open, checking both ways to see if it was clear. i sigh with relief as i see no signs of edie and step out into the hall.

it's not that i don't want to see her, but...i kinda don't want to see her. i took the time to myself to think of my messed up feelings. i haven't always felt this way. edie has always been my best friend, and that's all i saw her as. but when i realized i wouldn't see her for three months, my heart hurt and my stomach twisted. now that it's just the two of us, those feelings are magnified and blaring and overwhelming.

halfway to the kitchen i hear footsteps bounding down the hallway behind me. i whip around just to be tackled to the ground by an alarmingly strong body.

"where ya been, pete? i've tried to get you out of your room all day. by the way, i like the shirtless look." edie pants from above me with a cheeky wink. i feel myself melt at her words. she wanted to see me. who am i kidding? of course she did, i'm the only other one in the compound and she’s probably bored. i'm dragged out of my thoughts when the rest of her sentence hits me.

looking down i do realize i have no shirt on, only a pair of sweatpants that are now sitting a little too far down on my hips due to the way edie is sitting on me. i scramble out from underneath of her, keeping hold on the band of my pants to ensure no more embarrassment. my movements send her flying on her butt a few feet away.

"oof, okay. my bad." she says awkwardly, but continues, "hey i was thinking of going out tonight? kicking a little ass and whatnot. wanna be my guy in the chair?" she asks from the ground as i stand to fix my pants. i curse my cheeks as i feel them redden.

jumping at an idea, i suggest something else, "actually i-i'll go out. don't worry about me though, i've got karen. wouldn't wanna make her jealous." i say, trying to joke. her face drops slightly before covering it up with her bright smile. i wonder how many times she's done that without me noticing.

"right. spider boy doesn't need little ole me. i'll be here when you get back." she chirps as she hops up from the floor, "at least keep me in mind when you're out there. i'll be right here." she taps her ear and i notice the tiny piece of metal made to fit her ear perfectly. it's her comm that tony gave us to ensure we're always sure of each other's safety. mine is sitting in my room, untouched.

"okay, e. i better get r-ready to go." i stammer out and turn back to my room.

"aren't you gonna eat?" she calls from behind me as i make my retreat.

my mission to get food was unsuccessful.

edie's pov.

i watch peter stumble back down the hall, seemingly eager to be anywhere i'm not. i brush the thought away and cop it up to nerves. we're officially here by ourselves, i'm nervous too.

i turn on my heel and head to the kitchen, where i begin making mac and cheese. it's one of my favorite things to eat, so i double the portions for later. or maybe i'll be generous and share some with peter.

my ear piece makes a short static noise and soon peter's voice is flooding through my head, "i'm heading out now, edie. uh, i guess let me know if there's an emergency or something. but other than that i'll be offline." he says, immediately doing so before i can respond.

i huff and plop myself down on a stool, waiting for my water to boil on the stove. my heart begins to sink. if peter is going to be acting this way the whole time we're here, i don't know if i'm so excited anymore. sure, i know this is a huge responsibility on our shoulders but we can still have fun, right?

"a watched pot never boils." i whisper to myself as i let my head fall into my hands. soon after that i feel my mind start to slip into a calmer state, easing me into a sleepy trance. i try my best to fight the feeling, but as soon as my eyes slide shut, i'm done for.

"edie? e? what's going on over there? there's an alarm going off, edie. edie!"

my head snaps up off of the marble kitchen island as i take in the room around me. the pot of water is definitely boiling now. so much so that the smoke detectors have started going off.

"edie!"

i stand up, still trying to gather myself and run over to the stove.

"pete? gosh, sorry. it's nothing i'm fine, i was just- FUCK. oh ouch ouch ouch." i put my thumb in my mouth and begin to suck on it, apparently i'm not awake enough to realize the pot is hot as hell before i tried to move it from the burner.

"e? are you okay? i'm coming back, hold on." peter says, worry lacing through his words. i hop up and down silently, holding my hand to my chest.

"no, no. i'm okay, just a little accident in the kitchen, i'll live." i reply, doing my best to not worry the boy protecting the city.

"oh my god, you cut off a finger, didn't you? i thought knives were your thing! i'm almost there."

"no! gosh, peter, i'm fine. finish your patrol. i'll see you later." i rush out, now at the sink, running cold water over my burn.

"too late i'm already here." he says. there’s some rustling coming through the comm, and he lets out a faint curse, "the doors aren't opening. what the hell?"

there's a silence.

"mr. stark never logged my finger print." he says, defeated. i can't help but laugh at his misfortune.

"don't worry, peter i'm coming to save you." i say with a coy smile, glad he can't see how much i'm enjoying this moment.

"totally unfair," he mutters, "i was supposed to come save you. but then again, what ever would i do without you, wolfie?"

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marvel-has-my-soul · 6 years

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Jet Fighter

(Peter Parker x OC Female)

Description: Jet is a girl with wings and superhuman strength. Need I say more?

CHAPTER 1-

Choose a Side

Jet touched down outside of Steve's hideout. Sam had told her where they were against his better judgement. She folded her wings and pulled her jacket over her shoulders. Stepping up the the door, she knocked three times.

Inside, Steve froze at the sound of knocking. Him and Sam jumped up, ready for a fight. But what person would knock? Steve walked cautiously to the door, taking care to keep his footsteps silent. And he listened. There was a sigh from the other side.

"Cap, it's only me, Jet. Sam told me where you were." Steve shot a glare at Sam.

"I didn't think she would come and find us." He defended.

"Jet, you gotta go home. Okay? This doesn't concern you." Steve said through the door.

"I want to fight." She declared.

"You're too young."

"That's not what you said when you asked me to be an Avenger." She countered, then she added, "Tony knows what you're planning. You'll need all the help you can get." Steve sighed and unlocked the door. Jet immediately jumped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled and hugged her back.

"Good to see you too, kid." Jet released the soldier and turned to Sam, holding her hand out. He smirked and clapped his hand against hers then brought it back, hitting her knuckles before they looped their thumbs together and raised their hands, fluttering their fingers like bird wings.

The both laughed at Steve led them further in. As Jet rounded the corner, she froze, spotting the winter soldier -- Bucky Barnes. His metal arm was restrained tightly in a vise. He looked up as Jet walked in, and Jet say his eyes were filled with clarity, a hint of fear, and a whole lot of sadness. Jet walked up and held her hand out to him.

“Name’s Jet.” Bucky smiled and took her hand with his free one.

“Bucky.” He said, his eyes flitting over to her half unfurled wings. “are those...?”

“Real? yea, but don’t worry, I’m not an angel and you’re not dead yet.” She said with a smile. Bucky laughed and Jet could tell that it must’ve been his first one in a long time.

“Good to know.”

***

Jet flew high above the airport, using her enhanced goggles to zoom in and scan for any movement.

“Cap, just saw Tony and Rhodey outside, heading in your direction.” She reported. “And some dude dressed in red is up on the roof.”

“Thank. Stay high, Jet.” She rolled her eyes. Steve had given her the easiest job in this plan. A lookout, what a joke. She decided to investigate the red dude. Jet flew lower, still keeping her distance before landing on the roof, just behind the new guy.

“Don’t believe I’ve seen you before.” She commented, making the guy jump. He turned around.

“You’re the Jet Fighter!” He exclaimed. “Oh my God, I’m such a big fan!”

“What’re you doing here?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Underoos!” Tony called.

“Sorry, gotta run!” The red dude said, leaping off the building. Jet ran forward to see him shoot out some sort of webbing from his wrists and grabbed Steve’s shield, landing on a nearby truck.

“Nice job, kid.” Tony said

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit… Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you.” The guy rambled. Jet suppressed a snort.

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation.”

“Okay. Cap… Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man.” He introduced himself. Explains the webbing. Jet took off, back into the sky, instead this time she stayed close. The fight broke out not soon after. Jet kept her distance for a long as possible, not wanting Steve to get distracted by scolding her. That was until Tony flew up next to her.

"Kid, what are you doing here?" He said. Jet didn't say anything, instead flying towards Tony and kicking her legs out. With one strong flap of her wings, she forced Tony back, throwing him off his course.

“Not you too!” He shouted. Jet saluted with a smile and flew up higher before swooping down into a corkscrew dive, straight for Tony. He dodged to the side, but Jet recovered quickly, stretching her wings out and wacking him across his chest. He spun out of control and Jet flew out of his reach again.

“What’d I do to make you go rogue?” Tony asked tiredly.

“Getting government involved. I can’t be kept safe if half the world knows who I am.” Jet answered before swooping down towards the ground. She flew just above Steve as their group ran for the Quinjet.

A fizzing stream of energy slices across the runway and they stop. Vision hovers overhead.

“Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now.” Tony’s team arrives, lining up in front of Steve and his group, blocking their path. Jet lowered herself to the ground, folding her wings.

“What do we do, Cap?” Sam asked

“We fight.” The two teams began striding towards each other, everyone with fixed grim expressions. They quicken to a jog. Jet unfurls her wings and flies into the air with Sam. The teams collide, Steve blocking a punch from Tony, Natasha and Clint throwing punches and kicks. Jet flies down just as Spiderman swings into the air, catching him in her arms and tossing him down to the ground. He recovers quickly and shoots out web, catching Jet’s wings up in the sticky material. He pulls her down to the ground. Jet flaps her wings hard, sending Spiderman flying into the air.

Jet turned her attention to the fight around her. She flew up into the air, swooping down and picking up T’Challa, the Black Panther, and flying up into the sky, away from Bucky. The soldier sent her a look of thanks before turning to run for the Quinjet. T'Challa twisted around and clawed at her face, ripping her mask open. She let out a shout and dropped him. He went plummeting to the ground, but Rhodey caught him before he hit the concrete.

“We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now.” Bucky says over the com.

“We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Vision. You get to the jet.” Steve replied.

"No, you get to the jet! Both of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here.” Sam said, as Rhodey chased after him.

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.” Clint said

“This isn't the real fight, Steve.” Sam added.

“Alright, Sam, what's the play?” Steve said after a moments hesitation.

“We need a diversion, something big.”

“I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long.” Scott Lang cut in. Jet couldn’t see him from her view so she assumed he was still small. “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half… don't come back for me.”

“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asked.

“I do it all the time. I mean once… in a lab. Then I passed out. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the boss. I'm the BOSS!” Scott said. Within seconds, Scott appeared, twenty times his height, grabbing hold of Rhodey and holding him in place. He let out a loud laugh. Tony’s team turned their attention to Scott in shock. They begin fighting him, but Scott merely flicks them away. Vision flies up towards Scott. Scott tries to stop him, but Vision flies straight through him, flying towards Steve and Bucky who run for the Quinjet.

“Guys! Something just flew in me!” Scott shouts.

“I’ve got Vision, Cap.” Jet said, swooping down for the android.

“No Jet! Stay high.” Steve protested.

Vision fires a shining beam of energy from his mind stone, hitting the control tower, just as Jet flew in front of him. The energy hits her in her stomach and she screams. Vision watches in shock as she plummets towards the ground. The control tower begins to collapse towards the entrance of the hangar and Wanda uses her powers to halt it for a moment before Rhodey fires a sonic disrupter behind her and she covers her ears, letting out a scream. The tower collapses, but Steve and Bucky make it just in time, sliding under the falling ruble.

Jet hits the ground hard, letting out a gasp. There was a large hole in the stomach of her suit and a large, blistering wound covered her abdomen. The fight around her was drowned out by the pain as she tried to sit up. She gasped for breath, watching Scott fall to the ground, his legs bound together by Spiderman. Vision held Wanda in his arms as the debris from the fallen control tower suddenly are blown away. The Quinjet bursts through and flies up into the sky. Rhodey chases after it, Sam following closely behind. Tony catches up with them in the sky.

Vision takes aim and fires a blast of energy towards Sam. Sam spots it coming and tucks into a tumble. The laser overshoots and slices through the core on War Machines chest plate. Rhodey loses power and goes into a spinning free fall.

Both Tony and Sam dive after Rhodey, but they aren’t fast enough. Jet clenches her teeth and stands, jumping into the air. Her wings carry her through the air, twice the speed of Tony and Sam. She reached Rhodey, wrapping her arms around him and flapping her wings as hard as she can, but her body gives in to pain and her wings buckle under the weight of herself and Rhodey in his armor. They both fall towards the ground at gaining speed. Jet, on instinct, wraps her arms around herself and Rhodey just as they hit the ground with a loud smack.

Jet couldn’t move. Her winds were stiff and unresponsive to her mind telling them to retract. All she could feel was pain. Someone pushed her to the side and grabbed hold of Rhodey. Jet locked eyes with Tony, his face stone cold.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, not knowing if he could even hear her. Her eyes slipped closed and the world faded away.

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch five

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warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.8k+

edie's pov.

"this is pretty good." peter says with a little smirk on his face. his lips and nose are all i can see as he sits on the couch, still wearing his mask.

he takes another bite of mac and cheese before looking in my direction and shooting me a big cheesy smile.

once he came back i had to explain to him that i did indeed burn my hand on the hot pot of water, fully knowing he wouldn't let me live it down. luckily for me, i'm not the only one who had done something worth making fun of.

"at least i can let myself back into the compound without having to knock." i rebuttal and stick my tongue out at him, "and peter, take you mask off, it's weird watching you eat that way, just a nose and mouth and ew." i end my complaint with a fake shudder.

with an eye roll, peter pulls his mask off his head and takes a spiteful bite of his food. i chuckle at his behavior and excuse myself to the kitchen to clean up.

trying my best to keep my blistered thumb out of contact with anything, cleaning takes me a lot longer than i want it to. i'm about to start the dishwasher when i realize peter still has his bowl in the living room.

"you'd think mr. stark would have a robot to clean the dishes instead of-" i stop my sentence short when im confronted with an empty room, no peter. his finished bowl lay there on the coffee table, with the cheesy fork thrown messily next to it. with a grimace, i pick up after the boy and finally go to finish things up.

it's not like peter to be so...there one minute and gone the next. he's always the one to stick around after all the fun has been had and just, be there. but for the past day, he wasn't. and i know i shouldn't worry about it, being here specifically is stressful, but the more i repeat it over and over again in my head- the more it starts to sound like a really lame excuse.

i let my feet lead me back to my room, hesitating only slightly when i pass peters closed door. it's late, no use in trying to talk to him now. he just needs rest. we both do.

with that thought in mind, i make my way into my room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. i'm already in pajamas, as i wasn't the one who went on patrol tonight.

my room is alarmingly blank. white walls, no pictures, no personality. at one point i plan to decorate it, and hopefully by then, peter will be comfortable enough to help me. a smile grazes my face when i finally sit down on the edge of my bed, it's comfortable, and i silently thank tony for providing the best for peter and i while we stay here.

i peer underneath the bed frame and pull out the black bag that holds my most valuable belongings. i unzip the top and pull out my utility belt, along with all my knives. i give an amused sigh as i think about people's reactions if they were to ever find these. i'll admit, i may have a few too many knives in my possession, but each one comes in handy every time i go out. and let's be real, you can't expect me to go around and pick up each knife i've thrown after every fight.

my ears perk up when a small creak comes from the other side of my bedroom door. the light in the hallway casts a shadow of two feet i can barely see through the crack along the floor. with my breath hitched in my throat, i slowly stand up to not make any noise.

i know the shadow behind the door is peter. and as i tiptoe my way over to the door, i keep a hold of the breath in my throat, so afraid to scare him away. he keeps moving his weight between his feet, causing the hardwood floors to creak with every adjustment. i move one hand to rest against the doorknob, the other barely skimming the white wood of the door. i let go of the air i’m holding and the movement on the other side halts.

i stop too, wanting him to knock or simply open the door. it has only been a day and the lack of interaction from peter is enough to pull on my heartstrings. much to my disappointment, his footsteps retreat back down the hallway and away from me for the umpteenth time today. leaving me to rest my forehead gently against the cold surface of the door.

peter's pov.

no part of me really wanted to leave edie after i finished my food. i wanted to stay and watch movies and tell her about my first night out. i wanted to see if her thumb really was okay. then the nagging part of my brain kicked in and suddenly i couldn't stand the idea of her walking back in the room, seeing me looking like the biggest idiot still in my goddamn suit.

it's small things like that that keep me from knocking on her door too.

i somehow find myself standing in front of her bedroom door. the time is almost past midnight and my hands are sweaty and oh my god there's a stain on my sweatpants and my hair probably looks a mess and i can't do this. i can't do this. what am i doing?

and then i know she's there. on the other side of the door, just waiting. waiting for me to do something, anything. i want to. i want to walk in and flop on her bed and just talk and smile and laugh at her bad jokes, but then she lets out a sigh. a sigh that tells me she's upset, or lonely. so i raise my hand to knock.

and i don't do it. i walk back to my room and close the door behind me.

a few awkward days into the future, i'm again- in my room. the past days rushed by as edie and i remained in our separate corners and patrolled when it was our turn, both afraid to make any sort of move, or at least, i was. small greetings in the hallway, eating dinner together in silence, and secret glances cast across the room were really all the contact we had recently. that was, until now.

she snuck up on me like a wild cat- stealth and agility giving her the upper hand as i made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the kitchen. just as i'm about to take my first bite, the entire thing is knocked out of my hand and onto the ground.

i snap my head up to see edie in her black suit, looking smug and proud of herself.

"no time for food, peter, we gotta train." she chirps at me with a smile that she tries her best to hide. i look between her and my ruined sandwich splayed across the floor, clear annoyance taking over my features. she chooses to ignore that, i guess.

"get that spidey suit on. meet you on the mat in five minutes," she calls out as she turns and runs for the training room. i let my eyes follow her figure until she's out of sight, only then do i turn to the mess on the ground and clean it up as fast as i can. i get ready faster than ever, eager to see what she has in store.

i slow down a few feet outside the door from my fast pace, not wanting her to think i'm too excited after she destroyed my afternoon snack. when i get to the room, she's nowhere in sight. looking back now, i don't know why i didn't see it coming.

with a soft grunt, she attacks me from behind and we both tumble to the ground, i'm trapped underneath her on my stomach as she holds one of my arms behind my back.

"gotcha." she whispers in my ear. i almost pass out right there from embarrassment, but i'd be lying if i said i'm not in the mood for some revenge for my sandwich.

i raise my free hand above my head and shoot a web that reaches the ceiling, pulling myself out from under her and away from her reach. with a sly smile beneath my mask, i taunt her, "come and get me now, wolfie."

then she does something i didn't know was even an option. she raises her arm and points it to the ceiling, a hook shoots out of her suit and clamps onto the concrete next to my head. with that, she propels herself upwards and grabs me by the ankle, ultimately taking me down.

now i'm overwhelmed by how bad i'm being beaten. i'm spiderman, why am i struggling so hard right now?

"i came prepared, parker. don't think i didn't learn from last time." edie teases as she walks around me in a wide circle. finally coming to kneel in front of me, she continues, "i have a proposal for you," she pauses to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, "we'll fight, one to one, no weapons or webs, just us. first one down for ten seconds is the loser."

suddenly wanting out of this situation due to utter embarrassment, i speak up, "well, damn, looks like i've been down longer than ten seconds, i must be the los-" she cuts me off.

"no no no, we'll wipe the slate. get up, mr. parker." she offers me a hand, which i reluctantly take, "and to make it interesting- if you win, i'll go on patrol for you tonight. and if i win," she pauses again, eyeing me up and down, "you have to tell me why you've had a stick up your ass this past week."

my eyes widen, i clear my throat and try to come up with a cover story in my head, "wh-what are you talking about? there is no stick up my-" she cuts me off. again.

"save it, peter. there is a piece of wood stuck up your ass and clearly, it's making you a grumpy boy. and hey, you only have to share if i win." she says it with a look that makes me swallow thickly, but i keep my facade up.

"alright then, let's do this."

with that, she unclasps the utility belt that hugs her waist and tosses it to the side, flinching a little at the harsh sound of sharp pangs of metal hitting the concrete. i can't just take my web shooters off, considering they were a part of my suit, but i pledge to her that i won't use them.

the fight is on when she begins circling the blue mat slowly. i follow in suit, raising my arms in a fighting position. in the moments leading up to the first move, i watch her figure waltz along the outskirts of the mat, her hips swaying naturally with each calculated step she takes. her eyes are trained on mine, or at least the expressive ones on my mask.

she charges at me with fire in her eyes, swinging two punches, one left and one right. i dodge both of them easily, simply stepping to each side as her fists fly past my head. edie huffs heavily and moves on to taking jabs at my stomach, only able to hit me once, but i'd be lying if i said it doesn't throw me off a little.

of course, with that moment of weakness, she ruthlessly grabs my arm and flings me over her shoulder, a move i'm growing to hate coming from her. once on the ground, she sits on top of me, thighs pinning down my arms on each side as she begins to count, "one, two, three..."

with a gruff grunt, i flip my legs up and around her neck, knocking her off of me and to the side as i scramble away from her. getting back onto my feet, i pivot around to avoid another angry punch that comes towards my skull. she throws one more, and i catch it in my hand, stopping her movement as she stares at me with shock.

i twist her arm behind her back and push her down on her knees, she lets out a yelp that hurts my heart, until she picks up one foot and jabs me in the leg, making me let out a yelp of my own. edie is instantly back on her feet and this time she goes for my legs again, lunging towards me and tackling me once again, "get ready to spill your guts, parker," she teases. "three, four, five..."

a horrible, mind-bending wash of nerves washes over me and as she gets closer to ten, the more energy i gather to get the girl off of me.

"seven, eight, nine..."

before she reaches ten, i mindlessly grab her by the neck and flip us over, slamming her back into the mat with more force than i realize at the time.

i immediately begin counting in my head as i hold her there with my hand, my arm shaking, breaths loud and heavy.

one, two, three...

her eyes are locked on me, she's wrapping her hands around mine.

four, five, six...

she's clawing at my hands, her eyes desperate and...

seven, eight, nine...

she's scared.

i fling myself off of her. my breathing still ragged and it hurts my lungs with every shaky inhale. i can't meet her eyes. not after they stare into mine with the only emotion i never wanted to see.

she's scared. of me. and suddenly i can't breathe. i collapse back onto the mat with a shallow thud, staring at the ceiling with a foggy haze clouding my vision. it's silent for a while, aside from the sound of our bodies struggling to fill our lungs with air.

"okay. i'm gonna head out. to patrol." edie's voice is soft and airy. and my heart is broken.

she left earlier than technically necessary. our patroling hours were from dusk til whenever it felt right to leave the city. she had been gone for a couple of hours and the sun was just now setting.

after what happened, i laid on the mat in the training room for a long time, not able to move as i processed the previous events. eventually, i got up. with sluggish movements, i arrived in my room and successfully stumbled out of my suit and into my bed. that's what i'm doing now. laying in bed and listening to soft music play from my phone, hoping sleep will take over my body sooner rather than later.

i roll from my back onto my side to face the nightstand next to me. a small glimmer of light reflects off of a small piece of technology. my comm. with a sigh, i reach for it and nestle it in my ear before closing my eyes and slipping away.

"pete? peter, i need you to listen to me. please be listening." a small voice pleads in my head. i raise my hand and swipe at it, as if it's a fly buzzing in my ear.

"come on. let me know you're there." the voice sounds off again. this time i open my eyes and acknowledge the words and where they’re coming from. i shoot up in bed, now sitting straight up, wiping the sweat away from my brow.

"edie? i'm here, e." i mumble, not trying to hide the worry in my voice.

she lets out a breath, "oh, oh good. peter i need you to meet me at the back door, the one in the garage."

i nod and spring out of bed, wasting no time to do what she's asked. "pete?" she whispers. it's so soft and so frail in my ear. i gulp nervously at the sound of it.

"i'm coming, hun. almost there." i whisper back as i round the staircase that leads down to the garage. there, through the glass doors, edie stands. more like leans against the clear surface with a weary smile on her face. i watch as she raises her thumb to the finger pad and the doors slide open. i watch as she takes a few slow steps to meet me. i watch her hands as they slide down her left side, coming back up, covered in blood.

and i catch her as she falls forwards, right into my arms.

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