Chapter 1
He was falling.
He was falling and he was frozen. He just couldn’t get his sluggish muscles to move so that he could push the button on the side of his new suit that would activate flying mode.
So he continued to fall, eyes closing sluggishly as the poison began to work its way closer and closer to his racing heart.
“-eter. Peter!” he could barely hear the voice in his earpiece through the sudden ringing in his ears, but he knew who it was.
Oh man…
“Peter! Do you read me?! Answer me goddamnit!”
In all honesty, he wanted to respond. He really did. But right now, it wasn’t an option. He was way too tired.
“Nine point eight meters per second. I should be hitting the ground any moment now… “ His mind supplied through its haze.
So he forced his eyes open one last time to take in the view of the bright blue sky before shutting them and giving in to the poison.
“It might not even hurt. Can’t feel anything if you’re unconscious.” his brain added before Peter completely blacked out, meters away from the quickly falling quinjet that was painting the sky black as the rest of the craft caught flame, spiralling out of control.
Within seconds there was a mighty bang as it hit landfall and exploded into flames on the green green grass of the countryside it had crashed landed on.
It took five minutes for everyone to regroup, a considerable distance away from the still burning jet.
“Everyone okay?” Rogers gazed critically around at the various stages of fatigue and injury.
There was silence before Bruce spoke up.
“We couldn’t find Peter.” he answered quietly, staring at the ground.
“He fell out of the jet. Tony tried to reach him but he couldn’t get an answer.” Nat added solemnly.
“What about the others?”
“Falcon and Clint made it to the safe house, but Bucky and Tony got caught up halfway out of the forest. They went offline after Tony’s last message.” Nat answered neutrally, cool facade hampered by the sudden wince as the bullet hole on her side began to bubble out more and more blood, coating her hands scarlet.
Steve took a deep breath.
This was definitely not what was supposed to happen.
Everything that could have gone wrong and indeed gone wrong in their three day rescue mission.
It wasn’t supposed to have been this difficult or have generated this much damage.
Wanda had been taken and they were bringing her back, that was all.
But this? This was all sorts of fucked up.
Having broken into teams of two they had planned to enter the facility from North and South, effectively blocking any means of escape for everyone else.
But someone had known. Someone had tipped them off and the moment the team seperated and began to advance, they were ambushed.
Cap had ordered a retreat back to the jet as they dodged bullet after bullet with some small explosions here and there.
Barnes had radioed in telling the rest of the team to evacuate first informing them that they’d find a safe place to stick around in until SHIELD could get backup.
Rogers along with Widow, Bruce, and Peter had managed to get back to the jet and take off before Falcon radioed in with the bad news. Bucky and Tony didn’t make it to the safe area. Not only that. They had suddenly gone offline, severing the tracking device and communications.
Rogers booked that thought and focused on taking off as fast as he could.
They were hovering, gaining speed to climb before the window nearest to Peter shattered, sticking Nat’s arm with jagged shards.
And with terrifying luck, something embedded itself into peter’s neck through a hole where the suit had cracked under immense pressure.
Bruce’s eyes widened in shock as Peter pulled it out slowly, wincing at the pulling sensation.
“Peter.” Nat called, silently having a stare conversation with Bruce.
“What is this?” he asked softly, turning it over in his hands.
“Peter, are you okay?” Bruce prodded.
It took a few seconds before he looked up, brows scrunched in confusion as silent terror flitted across his face.
Nat took the dart gently from his hands before giving it a thorough observation.
“We need to get to a medical facility. Right now.”
Steve looked back in worry.
“What happened?”
“Peter’s just been poisoned. This is soviet made. Fast release poison dart.” She answered steely.
The jet lurched as it flew higher.
“He’s going to go into cardiac arrest really soon.”
“Sit down and buckle up.” Steve instructed before upping the speed.
Bruce and Widow complied. Peter tried to.
Bruce watched in horror as Peter’s hands shook to a point where he couldn’t fasten the buckles.
“Get his mask off. He’s gonna have trouble breathing soon.” Bruce instructed.
Widow peeled the mask off, revealing a terribly pale Peter with cold sweat running down his face.
And before anyone could do anything, there was loud thud from the outside of the plane that preceded the explosion.
And with a third of the wall missing, the jet began to fall in a tailspin while the other parts began to catch flame.
There was another considerably large boom as one of the propellers went up in flames causing the jet to jolt suddenly.
And then Peter fell.
He fell backwards heads firast speeding towards the trees of the large forest.
“Peter!” Nat shouted as she tossed the remaining two a chute before putting one on herself and jumping out of the crashing plane.
Cap put his chute on before hurryingly helping Banner, holding him steady as the made it to the hole in the wall.
“You’ve got to pull the orange lever.” he shouted as the wind drowned out most of his voice.
Banner looked to his side to see the lever before nodding.
And within a blink of an eye, Cap latched onto Banner’s arm, holding it in a vice grip before jumping.
And then they were falling.
Slowly but surely to the ground where Steve just hoped against all hope that they wouldn’t find Peter crashed onto the forest floor...