Irony
~-Natasha-~
“He’s dead.” She repeated quietly.
The man took one look at the boy and agreed.
Peter looked dead. Very dead. Dead as a doornail.
Black yelled for someone, and a short man with glasses came running.
“What the hell?” He said, clearly confused before putting two fingers to the boys neck.
No pulse. Nothing.
“Dammit!” Black exclaimed.
“This ruins the deal!!” He said to the shorter man.
“This was not supposed to happen. Not yet at least. How did he even die?” Black muttered.
The shorter man examined Peter for a second before turning back to Black.
“Blood loss, I’m guessing.”
Natasha was confused. The two men had mentioned a deal. What deal?
Black quickly pulled out his phone and put it on speaker mode.
“It has been too long, Stark.” He said, his voice full of poison.
All of the avengers heard Tony’s reaction.
“N-no! It hasn’t even been a full hour yet! You promised me m-more time!!” He mumbled desperately.
“P-please don’t kill him.” He added helplessly. The avengers had never heard him sound so desperate before.
Natasha could imagine his face. Tony’s eyes were probably red and puffy. His skin pale.
All of the avengers knew Tony’s connection to Peter.
Peter was his kid.
This whole situation had really taken a toll on him.
“P-Please.” He stuttered out once again.
“It’s too late Stark. The boy is dead.” Black said evilly.
Everyone in the room heard Tony’s sad cries from the other end before the call cut off.
“He is nothing to us now.” Black said to the other man.
“Untie him. We’ll throw him out or something.” He said sneered while looking at the avengers.
Natasha tried to keep crying when the man looked at them, but it was hard. The plan had worked.
As soon as Peter’s limp body had been unlocked from the chains and the collar, he punched Black in the face.
Hard.
The blow knocked him out.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, now.” Peter said.
A moment later, the shorter man was also on the floor, unconscious.
MJ looked at Peter, clearly surprised. He had just knocked out two very strong and dangerous people in a second.
Peter quickly bent down next to Black and pulled a small key from his hand, the key that unlocked the vibranium chains.
He quickly unlocked MJ first. She smiled as Peter took her hand as she stood up.
Then Peter unlocked all of the avengers.
Clint still looked very confused about the whole situation.
“I know I have asked this a million times, but what was the plan? What just happened?” He asked.
Natasha smirked and looked at Peter.
He was still holding the girl’s hand.
“Basically, Wanda used her magic to slow my heart enough that Scar-face and his goon friend thought that I was dead.”
Steve smirked at the nicknames.
“Then they came in, Natasha told them that I was dead, they called Tony, unlocked me, and Wanda sped up my heart again and I knocked them out.”
Peter finished.
MJ looked up to him and shook her head with a look of disapproval.
“You could’ve died, Peter.” She said quietly.
“I was scared that the plan could go wrong. That you, you would-“
Peter quickly shushed the girl.
“But it didn’t. I’m okay. The plan worked.” He replied gently before slightly squeezing her hand.
The girl smiled and looked down to the floor.
Peter turned to look at the avengers.
“Why isn’t Tony here?” He asked slowly.
Natasha sighed and rubbed her eyes. The avengers gave her a look of warning.
“When you called him, and told him that it was his fault,” she began carefully.
Peter’s face drained of color. He looked sick.
“H-he passed out. We wouldn’t let him come here.” Nat finished slowly.
Peter’s face was now deadly pale. Nat noticed him slightly swaying on his feet.
“Peter? Peter?” MJ asked, hoping to get a reaction out of the once talkative and joyful boy.
He didn’t speak. Instead he began to fall forward.
Steve instantly shot up with super soldier speed and caught him before his face collided with the concrete.
“Pete?” He asked gently. His eyes fluttered open.
MJ looked horrified.
Peter was crying now as he sat in Steve’s large yet comforting arms.
“T-the man said t-that if I didn’t call Tony and tell him that then he would..” he muttered, his voice filled with guilt and pain.
“What would happen?” Steve said softly, hoping to hear the whole story.
“He would bring MJ here” he gestured to the girl.
‘Finally, a name put to the face. MJ.’ Natasha thought.
“And they would hurt her.” He finished.
MJ looked horrible. Her head was pounding.
‘Peter did that, for her?’ She thought.
“Those bastards.” Natasha muttered. She wanted to punch something. No, somebody.
“They brought her here anyways. I’m so sorry MJ.” Peter said softly as he looked at the girl sitting beside him.
She looked into his beautiful eyes and reached out her hand to him.
He took it.
“It’s not your fault.” She said without a beat.
Peter visibly relaxed, although his face was still pale.
The team sat in silence for a moment, Steve supporting Peter. MJ with her hand in his.
“It’s ironic.” Peter said finally, his eyes closing as he said it. He didn’t want to look at his team. At their worried faces.
“What is, Peter?” Wanda asked gently. She looked at the boy, how he looked like he was in pain. And she hated it.
Peter sighed and opened his eyes.
“When I called Tony, I told him that my injuries were his fault. That I was bleeding, because of him.”
The room was silent.
A single tear trailed down his bruised cheek.
“It’s ironic because in reality, it was the other way around. I’m the one who hurt Tony. I called him, and made him pass out. Pass out! Because of me! It was MY fault. MINE.” He said quietly before taking his hand from MJ and scooting away from Steve. He curled into a tight ball on the ground.
Bruce looked visibly injured.
Wanda made a small sound that sounded like a wounded animal.
Natasha gasped. She walked over to Peter and layed down next to him before running her hand through his messy brown locks.
“Oh, Peter.” was all she could manage to say.