Separated

May landed the ship in the Tower’s private hangar. Tony left the cockpit, stepped over Peter’s bruised torso, and entered his penthouse. May followed suit after tying a rope to Peter to drag him along.
“Why... did you have... to tie the rope around my neck?” Peter asked, gasping as May tugged with her god strength.
“Where have you been?” A sharp voice called. Pepper appeared in the doorway.
“Oh shit, it’s that bitch from my wedding!” Tony said. Pepper put a threatening finger on his chest.
“I’ve been waiting for days without a word from you! Do you think it’s funny to leave me here, worried to death, while you run around outer space? And just what the hell happened? What was that thing with the dust and the purple guy? Where did everyone go? Why is May dragging half of Peter’s corpse? What happened to all of the Avengers? For the love of God, Tony, what’s going on?”
After two minutes of silence, once Tony finally accepted no one was going to change the subject, he stuttered a reply. “Uh, well, babe, you see, we were all just chillin’ in space when this oversized orange—"
“Mr. Stark, Thanos is purple!”
“The bath salts made me colorblind, kid. Anyway, this dude was all like, ‘I’m gonna kill like half the universe’, and we were all like, ‘Yeah okay whatever’, but then he actually did it and none of us tried to stop him. Then I came home because... you’re so... pretty?”
Peter stared at the wall with eyes containing the lump sum of all human misery. Pepper spoke again.
“Well... okay. I don’t believe any of that, but I only married you to get rich in the divorce, so I guess it doesn’t matter. So, what happened to Peter? Why is he—"
“Half the man I used to be?” Peter asked, grinning.
“I was going to say a horrific mistake of nature. But yes, why is he like this?”
“Ugh, here we go again,” Tony said, digging his phone from his pocket.
After Pepper read the first three chapters of Separated, she nodded.
“I don’t know what kind of socially maladjusted person would write that, but I get it now. So, just go down to the sewers and find the legs. Don’t you have some sort of sonar that would find them right away?”
May turned to Tony with the question in her eyes. Tony groaned.
“God, come on guys! Do you have any idea how long it would take for me to call up Happy, tell him to cut his vacation short and get over here, then tell him to go to the lab and pick up the sonar box, and then come right here? That would take at least an hour!”
“Why don’t you go to the lab and get it?”
Pepper asked. Tony crossed his arms and groaned again.
“Fine! I guess Peter can go and get it.”
“Of course! On it, Mr. Stark!” Peter dragged himself out of the room, noose trailing.
“Alright May, we’ve gotta get into the sewers. I won’t lie, it’ll be super gross, and I hope you brought your organ mashers. Now we’ve gotta cut this short and appear in the sewers because this scene has been going on for way too long.”
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May, Tony, and Peter stood (?) over the open manhole in the middle of the crowded city street. Tony was taking note of the grimy ladder, and May was losing patience.
“Hurry up and climb down, Tony! This taxi keeps honking and revving his engine!”
“I told you, just throw Peter at him,” Tony said, his head in the manhole.
“I already did, twice, but he keeps getting closer!”
Tony pulled his head up. “Fine. Hand me Peter’s rope and I’ll lower him down.”
May passed the rope and Tony gestured for Peter to come closer to the manhole.
“Just hop in and I’ll lower you down.”
Peter paled and tugged at the rope around his neck.
“C’mon, kid, we don’t have all day!”
“Of... course, Mr. Stark.” He inched forward, gulped in a deep breath and fell into the manhole. To his surprise, his neck didn’t snap because Tony never took hold of the other end of the rope. A loud, wet thud resounded through the sewers.
“Alright, May, just follow me down the ladder. I’ve got the sonar so this shouldn’t take long.”
May started down the ladder.
“I don’t think sonar works like that; does it? I mean, a pair of legs isn’t massively big and there’s plenty of other stuff to prevent the sonar from—"
“Shut up or I’ll step on your fingers,” Tony said.
Once reunited in the sewer, Tony switched on a flashlight and the excuse to finish this chapter up quickly.
“Alright, I’ve hooked onto a stupid wriggly thing. That’s probably the legs. Peter, stop laying around and get a move on. These are your legs, after all.”
Peter was laying face down, motionless, in the sewer sludge. He began to sink. Tony huffed.
“Lazy ass millennials.” He grabbed Peter’s noose and tugged him along.
“The legs should be right up here. Y’know, once I tried to get a private sewer installed, ‘cause I tend to puke up a lot of rings and dime bags, but the city government was all like it would be ‘structurally unsafe’ and ‘why don’t you donate more to charity’ and ‘okay fine you can have the sewer just put the pistol down’ but then Pepper said—"
“Tony, look!” May pointed straight ahead at a frantic whirlpool of clashing water.
“Oh no, that rat is having a seizure!” Tony said, running forward. He dunked his hands in the dirty water and became entangled with the thing’s struggle. Using the remainder of his crack strength, he pulled Peter’s legs, kicking confusedly, from the water. May gasped and stepped towards them. They kicked her in the stomach and she fell backwards, but luckily Peter was there to break her fall. Tony laughed and Peter’s legs kneed him in the nuts. He doubled over and hit his chin on the sidewalk. Within seconds, Peter’s legs were curb-stomping Tony. May tried to force them off of him while Peter’s torso slowly sunk into the water.

TO BE CONTINUED????????