|Towards the Endgame|

•Chapter 149• Poor Peter Parker

Suddenly, all seemed to be lost and hopeless. Y/n was gone, and trying to rescue her could put her life at risk. Were they supposed to sit around and wait? Let them force Y/n to help them finish the machine and rule the world. Maybe they're lucky and they'll start to argue amongst each other who is the bigger bad guy, and they never actually rule. That or a war happens. So many people could die. "I'm so sorry..." Peter apologized quietly. "This wasn't supposed to happen." Tony shook his head. "It never is. I'm asking you what you're going to do about it. Are you going to web them? Kick them?" When he says it like that, it sounds ridiculous. "I'm going to get her -"
"That is not enough." He stood in front of him again. "What are you going to do, Parker?" He sounded so tense. That anger and uncertainty could only mean one thing. Tony didn't sound like himself, but he meant it. "I'm not going to kill them if that's what you -"
"That is exactly what I am referring to. You can't be nice to these people. They're very bad people." No matter how bad the bad guy is, Peter does not kill. He came very close once, and he regrets ever coming that near a dark path. "My intention is never to kill anyone!" He reminded Tony sternly. Wasn't he the one who wanted Peter to be better? Encourage him to do the right thing? Something darkened inside of him, and it was born from nothing more than fear and anxiety. "It's never the first intention." His eyes began to water, but no tears slipped. "They've got my daughter. The girl you say you love." Say? That is unfair. "I love her." Peter did not like how he said it; it was an insult or mockery. "Do you? You let her go to the man who terrorizes you in the back of your mind. I know what it's like to have someone in your head. A very bad person. I know! You know how fragile she is!" If she dies, Tony will have no choice but to blame him. And he didn't want that. He cares more for Peter than he will ever admit out loud. Pushing him away because of the Bucky stuff was awful. It killed him to do that.

But condone this? He couldn't. He has two daughters. Not one anymore. But if something were to happen to her... It's hit too close, too often. Poor Peter was just as desperate as he was. They loved the same life, but what to do? "What was I supposed to do, Tony?! Keep her locked in a room? Web her to her bed or to the fridge? You know better than I do that Y/n would've found a way to sneak off." The biggest question... what now? 

I can't sit around here and wait. Those were Tony's words before he left Peter alone in the living room to return upstairs. Morgan had come out and wondered what was happening downstairs. The noise woke her up. All that shouting. Peter remained downstairs. He walked toward Tony's table he used as a desk, where he kept Friday and all his tech. Morgan could not reach up there and mess around or dig through files not made for her young eyes. Peter sank into the chair. He didn't turn on anything or even consider it. "What the hell happened?" If there was someone he did not wish to talk to right now, it'd be Harley. They might tolerate each other, but this was not the time. He came to Tony for advice, he thinks, and the advice was not at all helpful. Peter groaned and cracked his neck gently by tilting his head slightly. "Not now, Keener." He didn't feel like this. Harley is telling him what could have been done differently. Or, like Tony, blaming him for what happened. It was clear he'd heard something. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come in here.
Peter's thoughts kept running. Meanwhile, he had caught her scent. Whether it was from something inside the house, like a sweater or her pillow upstairs, or the memory of his girlfriend... Peter was going insane. Desperation caught up with him. Mixed with anxiety and heightened super senses. It's not a good combo. He could smell and sense her like she was right beside him. It was very distracting. Perhaps he was turning into a bloodhound. Dog-Man instead of Spider-Man. That's nice. Sure, a lot of people want to pet him when he crosses the street. "Now I'm even more interested." Harley sat down in the seat closest to him. Maybe he didn't know everything after all. He looked at him with such interest. "Y/n's been taken." Peter blurted out without thinking. "Taken?!" Harley snapped. Suddenly, the entire vibe between them shifted. For the worse. "Yes, taken! And it's my fault!" This was tiring.