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PETER LANDED ON the hood of Flash's grey car, finding it to be the only vehicle available to the two of them. Flash let out a loud scream of terror when this happened, stopping the car in the middle of the street as (Y/N) got into the ground in a much slower pace.
"Flash, I need your car and phone," Peter ordered in a gravel voice to not make himself unknown, standing up to his full height on the hood of the car.
"Uh, sir, technically, this is my dad's car, sir. So I can't — "
Peter and (Y/N) took the car without any other words, leaving Flash and his date on the entrance of the school as they watched the duo drive off, accidentally crashing into a pile of bicycles on their way out of the school's parking lot.
Peter had offered to drive as (Y/N) got in the copilot seat, much to her own dismay, since he barely had any experience in driving while she already had, but Peter decided against it and insisted her to contact Ned on the phone.
"Hello, Ned? Can you hear me?" she called loudly.
"Go for Ned."
"Ned, I need you to track my phone for me!" Peter yelled out to make himself heard on the phone even though it was already on speaker.
"Yeah, but where is it?"
Peter explained that he had purposely dropped it in the back of Toomes's car so that it could lead them to the place he was going, where he probably had all his weapons and machinery.
"Genius move. Okay, he just passed the GameStop on Jackson Avenue," Ned explained, and (Y/N) could already hear how much fun he had with all of this.
"Hey, where are the headlights on this thing?" Peter asked (Y/N) as he swerved on the road, earning strange looks from the people on the street before fixing his attention on Ned over the other line. "I'm in Flash's car!"
"I'll put the specs," Ned said.
"Okay, you're already on speakerphone," (Y/N) informed him and glared over at Peter, who had nearly broken her eardrum from yelling.
"He was?"
"Yeah!"
"You stole Flash's car. Awesome," Ned broke their conversation, his tone filled with awe.
"Yea, it's awesome. It's — " Peter moved the car to the side and avoided crashing into the back of the bus. "Get out of the way, get out of the way! Move!"
"Can we switch places?!" (Y/N) exclaimed.
"No! I'm perfectly doing fine on my own!"
Peter took another sharp turn to stop himself from crashing into a lamppost and kept driving forward, the car swaying on the side every now and then since Peter moved the steering wheel way too much. (Y/N) had her hands gripping on the edge of her seat.
"Where did you learn how to drive, huh? Video games?" she asked.
"Guys, are you okay?" Ned spoke through the phone.
"I've never driven before, only with May in parking lots," Peter explained to him. "This is a huge step up."
(Y/N) and Peter screamed at the top of their lungs as he took a turn, swerved through an approaching car and heard the loud cars honking on the distance as they passed through a 'stop' sign.
"Have you gotten in contact with Happy yet?" (Y/N) asked Ned with a panicked tone.
"Yeah. I'm working on it. I just gotta back door the phone system."
Peter nearly got distracted from the road because all of the chattering on the other line of the phone, all of this stopping when (Y/N) yelled at him to focus on keeping them alive instead of the phone. In (Y/N)'s words, he drove like a New York cab.
"Hey, instead of criticizing me, can you help me with the headlights?" Peter asked.
"It's the round knob to the left side of the steering wheel, and then turn it clockwise," (Y/N) instructed.
Peter followed her instructions and the headlights turned on immediately, making the duo exchange a high-five of victory as he continued driving, gaining more speed along the way.
"Okay, perfect. So, Ned, where's my phone now?"
"Um. . ." Ned took a second to respond. "He stopped in an old industrial park in Brooklyn."
"What? That makes no sense. He said he was going out of town," Peter took a sharp turn once again.
"Weird. Oh, and I reached Mr. Happy. Don't think he really likes you, by the way," Ned explained. "It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said something about taking off in nine minutes."
"What?"
"He was surrounded by boxes."
"Boxes?" (Y/N) frowned before it hit her and turned to Peter. "Didn't you say something about the Avengers moving upstate?"
"It's moving day! It's moving day! He's gonna rob that plane," Peter agreed. "We gotta stop him."
Peter pressed hard on the accelerator, increasing the car's speed and the road all around blurred out by the speed they were taking. They needed to get there as soon as possible, taking in Ned's instructions over the phone.
"Okay, slow down. You're getting close. It's on your right."
"What?" Peter didn't react too quickly and they passed the building they were trying to get to by driving on the side.
"Turn right!"
Peter aimed a web at the nearest lamppost and swerved the car to the side, making it crash against a wall as it turned sideways and slid across the street harshly, the pavement leaving burnt marks on the side of Flash's car. When it stopped moving, the car fell back down and the two didn't have time to catch their breath.
"Remind me to never let you drive ever again," (Y/N) said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Noted."
"(Y/N), Peter. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Peter replied. "Just keep trying to get through Happy."
(Y/N) and Peter ran to old and abandoned building, trying hard in not getting spotted. They both climbed to the roof of the industrial park and opened one part of the roof to slide right in, being careful in not making any noise as each of them hit the ground.
(Y/N) noticed all the monitors on the inside of the building and the security cameras, one that had the Avengers tower monitored all the time. There were sketches of the plane, silently telling that they've been planning this for a long time. The machinery responsible for the weapons was probably lying somewhere in the place, but the plane was all they could concentrate on.
The mechanical wings from the Vulture suit were standing there without moving, resting on their stand until a loud whirling noise alerted the two of them, which proved that Toomes was inside the building, easy for them to catch.
"Hey!" Peter's voice boomed through the empty area of the building, where Toomes was distracted in fixing some of his artifacts.
"Surprised?" he continued.
"Oh, hey. Pete," Toomes greeted casually. "(Y/N), it's nice to finally meet you. You don't have to hide anymore. I didn't hear you come in."
"Drop the act, bird man," (Y/N) snapped. "We got you."
"You know, I gotta tell you, Pete. . ." Toomes ignored her words and reached for his aviator jacket. "I really, really admire your grit. I see why Liz likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn't sure. I thought, 'Really?' But I get it now."
Peter and (Y/N) advanced towards Toomes, who was leaning on the work table behind him, acting like there was nothing wrong with what he was doing.
"How could you do this to her?" Peter asked.
"To her? I'm not doing anything to her, Pete," Toomes shook his head. "I'm doing this for her."
"Hmm. Yeah," Peter shot a web at one of his hands, making him stuck at the table he was leaning on.
This made Toomes let out an annoyed sigh. "Peter, (Y/N), you're young. You don't understand how the world works."
"But I think that's I don't need to be old enough to understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong," (Y/N) said, already forming a sphere of energy in her hand.
"How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower? Or any of his little toys?" Toomes explained. "Those people, kids, those people up there. . .the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us. . . like you two and me, they don't care about us. We build their roads, and we fight all their wars and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after them. We have to eat their table scraps. That's how it is."
"You of all people should know how that feels, (Y/N)."
The girl froze in her spot. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think they're gonna do when you do something they don't like, huh? You already know what they do to things they're afraid of," Toomes said. "What are you gonna do to stop them from fearing you?"
(Y/N) shook her head, trying to block his words from entering her head. The sphere of energy faltered and disappeared from her head, loosing her concentration.
"What are you telling us this?" Peter decided to speak up, seeing how that seemed to hit her hard.
"Because I want you to understand," Toomes said. "And. . .I needed a little time to get her airborne."
He pressed the button on his hand and the mechanical wings broke through the concrete wall, and the two barely had time to jump out of the way and dodge the wings' attempt in slicing them. Going unnoticed by (Y/N) and Peter, the wings weren't going for them, it was breaking every single pilar on the building, having to come across by them in the way.
"I'm sorry, kids," Toomes said.
"What are you talking about? That thing hasn't even touched us yet," Peter responded.
"True. Then again," he shrugged. "Wasn't really trying to."
(Y/N) looked up to see the ceiling ready to collapse on top of her and Peter and her reflexes hit quickly, using her powers to form a protective dome around Peter and moved him out of the falling concrete pieces, not really noticing that she threw him back like a rag doll. Toomes was still standing intact a few feet away, and she watched him as she caught her breath, calculating how much time she had before the roof entirely collapsed on top of her.
"You know, you were wrong," she said, preparing herself for the impact, forming another sphere of energy in her hands. "I can't control everyone's fear, only my own."
She aimed the energy blast at Toomes, throwing him back a few feet, not having any time to protect herself from the falling ceiling with a dome. The entire structure collapsed on top of her and Peter, the rubble and dust escaping through the back door Toomes walked out of without a single care of the world.
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PETER WAS THE first one to wake up; he gasped loudly and had to close his eyes for a second to stop all the dust around him from covering his vision. The broken, concrete columns and other parts of the building were surrounding him, him being able to remove himself from it as he searched amongst the rubble.
He heard a loud and sharp gasp coming from a few feet away, followed by the sound of someone's breath hitching in the back of their throat, and he recognized that sound everywhere. It was (Y/N), and when he came as close as possible, his eyes widened at the state.
"(Y/N)?" he called weakly, receiving no verbal response, but the small sound of her air growing heavier.
"(Y/N), come on. Please," he pleaded. "We need to get out, I can get you out, but I need your help."
(Y/N) saw and heard his cries and pleads, but could only let out a wheeze in response. She had managed to pull Peter away from the hardest part of all the collapse, but wasn't quick enough to protect herself in time. An enormous piece of the columns had fallen right above her head, if it wasn't for the metal tubes and smaller pieces of machines that had her pinned down to the floor, it would've smashed on her head.
She nodded in reply and felt the weight on her legs growing heavier, making her eyes widen in panic when she noticed. Peter, who had taken his mask off, saw her worried look and moved to the heaviest part of the concrete to try and lift it.
"Okay, ready?" he muttered.
He grunted as he tried to remove the weight, not being able to do so, which caused him to let out an audible whimper. (Y/N) had attempted to help him with forming blue mist in her hands, but it died out the moment she formed it, the exhaustion kicking in.
Peter was growing desperate. His friend was hurt, and he wasn't able to help. "Hello?"
He panted as he tried to lift the metal. "Hello! Please, hey. Hey, please. We're down here. We're down here. My friend, she's stuck."
"Pete," (Y/N) managed to croak out, cutting his yells for help. "You need to leave, he's going after the plane. You have to stop him."
"No, I'm gonna get you out," Peter said.
"Just go, get out of here. You have to go after him."
"No! Not without you," Peter grunted. He wasn't planning to leave her behind, not today, never again in his life. He said it before, she was the only one he wanted to be partners with.
(Y/N) stared down at her hands, pleading to herself to quit being weak and to help Peter out. She was trying, but every time another sphere of energy formed in her hand, it vanished just as quickly.
Peter stared down at the discarded mask on the floor and remembered Tony Stark's words from the other day, remembering when he took the suit away with him. He had said that he was nothing without the suit, and now he was proved to be wrong.
"Come on, Spider-Man." he grunted. "Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man!"
He grunted and yelled at the top of his lungs as he managed to pull some of the weight off (Y/N)'s body, the girl already being able to wriggle away from it, until she realized that the enormous concrete column had lost its balance, ready to crash down on the two of them.
(Y/N) raised her hands above her head and a protective dome was formed over her and Peter's head, protecting the two from the impact as the column crashed down and didn't harm any of them. As she dust was forming immense clouds of smoke all around, (Y/N) was able to stare down at her hands and grin widely at them, clapping her hands together in celebration.
Peter realized this and smiled down at his feet, the gesture disappearing after (Y/N) turned to look at him, trying to cover it as a fake coigh before it turned into a fit, the dust getting its way to his lungs. Once he recovered and (Y/N) gave him a raised eyebrow, they both recognized the figure of the Vulture standing over a sign, waiting for the right moment to take the air.
Peter used a web to pull himself up to the sign while (Y/N) used her energy spheres to follow after him, right at the exact moment the Vulture flew into the air, taking in the night sky as he followed after the plane that had just left the Avengers Tower.
Peter was lucky enough to shoot a web to the side of the Vulture's suit, which dragged him along in the sky, going unnoticed by Toomes. (Y/N) had to follow on her own rhythm, being more careful to not get spotted every time the Vulture took a turn to go after the plane.
Toomes managed to fly himself down to stand underneath the plane, the mechanical wings closing in to protect him as he threw the familiar sphere-shaped artifacts that formed a light pink phaser to the bottom of the plane. Peter, who was still dangling on the side of the wings, was the one to received the hardest part of slamming against the plane before he removed himself from it, crawling his way to the wings to push them off and leave Toomes inside.
(Y/N) had uneasily landed on the plane's wing, feeling the surface underneath her shake as she did so, carefully lowering down to Peter that was still trying to knock the wings away. The two were too distracted in the task that they didn't notice that they had appeared in one of the plane's cameras, the alarms blaring on the inside.
Toomes was the one who did notice, and got back from the inside and jumped back in the suit, flying away from where he had landed and circled the plane, hiding in the clouds.
"Just a typical homecoming, on the outside of an invisible jet, fighting my date's dad," Peter grunted as he crawled on the side of the plane.
"Now that's the spirit — Shit!" (Y/N) yelled out when she saw Toomes approaching the two of them, attempting to slice her with the wings, but she managed to dodge in time and he cut through the plane instead.
Peter aimed at web at him and nearly flied off with Toomes if it wasn't for him shooting another web at the plane, keeping him in midair before the web snapped. (Y/N) had made her way to the top of the plane and saw how Peter crushed against the turbine, breaking it through without having a single scratch before removing himself from it, throwing it at the Vulture.
Toomes had been able to dodge the falling turbine and swept the other way, this time landing right in front of (Y/N), who was ready for his attack. Quickly, she was able to direct an energy blast towards him, not loosing her rhythm as he began to slowly back away with every hit. He was nearly in the edge, and it was going on (Y/N)'s advantage before the wings moved once again, trying to slice her up.
Peter, who was trying to reach the fight since he was stuck dangling on one of his webs by the wing of the plane, jumped out of the way right before Toomes could could aim a blow at him. The three were too busy in the fight to notice that the plane was loosing altitude, passing from the clouds and back into the city.
"Oh, my God," Peter gasped when he realized.
Him and (Y/N) tried to direct the plane from the outside, using all their strength to direct the plane out of the city and crashing into a building, not noticing the trail of smoke that it was leaving behind or how people frowned at the sight of it.
Toomes had disappeared to the inside, being to stubborn to leave the scene without a package on his hands, and reached out for one of the closest boxes he could grab, stumbling as (Y/N) and Peter continued to tug on the plane, which was getting closer to the ground.
(Y/N) saw how the plane broke right through one of the bright neon signs of the Coney Island park, loosing more altitude before it hit the ground, the plane destroying everything in its path as it slid through the sand of the beach. Fire and smoke covered the entire area as the plane lost all its parts.
(Y/N) had lost her grip on the plane and hit the ground harshly, rolling in the sand as she dusted it off herself and saw Peter a few feet away, finding it difficult to stand up as he removed his mask before the Vulture swooped in again, directly at him.
When Peter rolled back a few feet in the sand, (Y/N) ran towards him to help him up his feet, both of them holding on to each other to not loose their balance as they watched how Toomes had directed his attention on all the boxes with expensive equipment inside.
"Hey, kiddos," he turned before charging directly at them.
(Y/N) ducked out of the way while Peter rolled to the side to avoid the hit, firing another web that didn't get attached to Toomes's wing. Instead, he was able to grab Peter and pin him to the ground as (Y/N) approached from behind him, lifting him off the ground as blue mist enveloped him.
When Toomes noticed this, he aimed one last punch at Peter's head before directing his attention to (Y/N), using his wing to throw her to the side, though she was able to only loose her balance, she received a slash right in the stomach, cutting through her suit.
Toomes flew into the air after grabbing Peter by the chest, but didn't succeed in taking him to high because Peter had removed himself from his grip, falling back to the sand with great impact. Toomes got back to the ground and slammed his feet to Peter's back, hitting him against the sand.
(Y/N) limped her way close to him and formed an energy blast in her hands. "Hands off!" she snarled as she hurled it at him.
Toomes was thrown back, giving Peter the opportunity to catch his breath as (Y/N) kept throwing spheres of energy at Toomes, not backing down as she managed to get him to his knees, seeing the terror flash in his eyes. When she finally though she had the advantage, (Y/N) screamed out in pain when she felt the wing hit her in the back, forming another cut as he lifted her into the air with the same wing.
Something then caught Toomes attention behind her and he dropped her to the sand, muttering a "Bingo," under his breath.
(Y/N) dragged herself towards Peter and tried to make him lean his weight to her as she tried to stand up. He wasn't paying attention to her at all, he was busy staring at Toomes flying his way to the box.
"Your wing suit," Peter pointed out. "Your wing suit's going to explode!"
Peter winced and fired the web at Toomes, who was taking the air as he held the box with the lowest part of his suit, which was crackling with electric shocks all around.
"Time to go home, kids!"
"He's trying to save you!" (Y/N) yelled out but that didn't change Toomes's mind, snapping the web with the wings before gaining more altitude, all while Peter tried to shoot another web, realizing he had ran out of them.
(Y/N) saw how the crackling of electricity in the wings was growing and formed a dome around her and Peter to protect each other from the hit, watching how Toomes hit the ground and the wings let out smoke, all crashing in the sand.
"No," Peter mumbled, freeing from (Y/N)'s grip and ran towards Toomes.
(Y/N) ran after him, passing through the growing fire that was surrounding the suit and Toomes, who was not moving on the ground. Peter reached out to remove the wings out of the way, but hissed when he realized they were too hot. (Y/N) raised her hands and pulled the wings off the man, blue mist enveloping them as she threw them aside while Peter grabbed Toomes.
The two walked out of the flames and Peter lowered Toomes into the ground, having (Y/N) kneel down beside him when her knees buckled and coughed to let out the smoke that she'd inhaled, neither of them noticing that the man beside them had regained his consciousness and watched the two with surprise.
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STARING FROM ABOVE, Peter and (Y/N) got the perfect view to see how Happy arrived at the scene with more cars following behind, groups of men entering the scene with special gear, flashlights all around. Firefighters and police men got to the scene too, taking in Toomes who they'd left tied up before leaving.
Peter had his back against one of the poles in the highest part of the Cyclone, the roller coaster in Coney Island. (Y/N) was sitting in between his legs, her back pressed against his chest.
She shifted carefully in her spot, careful with her own wounds as she muttered under her breath, "We did it."
Peter smiled and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head. "Yeah, we did."