|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 141• Visiting Hours

The man cracked his knuckles and shrugged. Anyone who passed by would see nothing but a little, weird-looking man talking politely with a boy who lived in the building. Nothing to be concerned about. "Well, my partner wanted to come. I'm a little nicer. Thought I'd do you a favor, go easy on you in these stressful times." Was this a game? What partner? Was he talking about that Theo guy? Or worse... "So, she does work for you." She. Black Cat. Felicia Hardy. "Hardy. She works for you." Peter filled in the blanks. Toomes looked at the walls around him. "Oh..." He said. "No, yeah, no. She's not my partner. She does work for me, but not the one I was referring to. She's merely a useful pawn. So you've met her." He smirked at the boy. "Can't say I'm happy about it, no." Peter bit his tongue to keep himself from asking stupid questions like 'oh, so then who is your partner?' like a curious toddler. "We all have our secrets, Pedro," Toomes replied. "But I'm sure he'll go easy on her. Just like I'm doing with you." He smiled almost in a psychotic way. Someone was at her house right now? No, no. Peter tried to get away, but the man grabbed a tight hold of his hand. They couldn't start a fight in the hallway, right here. Anyone could hear. It would become chaos. Peter glanced down at the hand on his arm and back up at the man to whom it belonged. "I'll cut off every finger that is put on her." Toomes chuckled at that. "Oh, I know... But you're here. And she is all the way in the woods." Peter shuffled again, but Toomes wouldn't let him go. "Ah, ah, ah, I'm sure she's fine. She's a strong girl, Pedro. That's why you like her so much, don't you?" Peter ripped his arm away. "What are you doing here? To taunt me?"

The Vulture eyed the boy up and down, wondering if he was going to hit him or not. Don't think that those clenched jaws and fists went by unnoticed. "I'm here to make sure you don't send your superheroes after me, kid. And my guy wants to speak with your girl, just like I do with you." He was keeping him from going to Y/n. Sick bastard. "If you hurt her -" "How can I do that when I'm here with you?" There was that smile again. 

Y/n impatiently stood by the windows. Her arms wrapped around herself. Peter should have already been here, and still, nothing. She could only see the dark trees and the last bit of light sky peeking through the branches and leaves. Every bird that hopped off their branch was Spider-Man. That's what she saw. But it wasn't Peter. Why is he late when she needs him the most? What if that woman got to him? It could just be Aunt May yapping on and on, but what if it was Miss Hardy? She seriously wanted to kick Peter's ass for this. Morgan is already being tucked into bed by their mother. It was late. Y/n kept texting him, but he never responded. Even calling didn't gain his attention. "Staring at the trees is only going to make time go by slower," Harley said to her. "I know that. But he was supposed to be here, and he isn't. He might be injured." Or worse.
A thud from outside on the porch grabbed her attention. Speak of the devil. Y/n walked toward the door without Harley to get Peter. "I've been worried sick! Where -" Peter wasn't here. Natasha and Tony were both unconscious on the wooden floor. Y/n dropped to her knees between them and touched both of their pulses. They were alive. Just unconscious. No wounds to the head, though Natasha did have a nasty bruise. "Don't worry, they're okay." Y/n glanced over her shoulder at the sound. She didn't recognize his voice until she saw his face in the light. "You..." Quentin Beck, Mysterio, risen from the dead. "H-how is that... how is that possible?" This had to be the same tech as what they use on Black Cat. This is not real. None of this is real. Perhaps she never woke up from her coma, and that's why she's seeing things. She's going insane.

He smiled at her in the kindest way he could. It reminded her of when she first met him, when Nick Fury told her he would make a great addition to the team. A new team. With the fire monster and water monster. All created by Beck in the end, but they did not know that. "I have to say, I'm surprised to see you, too." He said to her. Y/n shook her head. "You died. On the bridge." In London. She knows it happened. Peter never heard a heartbeat. "No, I didn't." He replied a bit smugly. Y/n's jaw tightened. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the man across from her, trying to burn through his soul. "You still owe me a jet." She spat. "Are you still on that?" How could she forget that? She almost died because of his drones shooting at that plane. Her friends could have been on there, along with her and Happy. Yes, she was still on that. "Money doesn't grow out of my ass." She eyed the man up and down. He was in casual clothing, a cap on his head, his beard neatly trimmed. He barely changed, only a little older. "We saw you die." She added. Beck shook his head slightly. "No, I made you believe I died." Cocky much? She despised his tone. "What do you want?"
Beck chuckles and takes a step closer to her. When Y/n shoots a threatening finger at him, telling him not to get any closer, he doesn't. He simply lifts his hands up in the air and doesn't do anything else. "Still so tense." He chuckled. He wasn't going to hurt her. Not yet. He could have done that already if he wanted to. He probably has his drones swirling around the area.