A blurry figure appeared in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and roughly pulling him up. "You're shaking like you're in Antarctica."

Peter drew ragged breaths, his hands weakly tugging at the strong grip around his collar. "Technology like this, it can change the world. And you're all too weak to see it."

"I can see you're-you're crazy." Peter stammered as he was slammed against the wall. He could see the smashed glass on the floor, the usually immaculate and white room stained now with spots of red here and there.

"You can help." That was a surprise. Peter frowned, gasping under the hold. "You're young. You can see what's right."

Peter sniffled, "yeah. Yeah, that-that sounds good." He lied.

"Yeah? 'Coz it sounds like you're lying to me."

"No, I'm not." Peter said. May always said he was bad at lying, and that was easily confirmed by Tony. Which is why he'd started working on phrasing things differently instead of straight out lying. I was out helping a woman out of an unstable building - didn't need to add that the building was seconds from collapsing. No one asked.

"We can get out of here." So that it'll buy me time to get help. "Let's go."

"Not so fast. The suits. I want them."

Peter frowned, "it's locked. The basement, I mean. The password changed, I can't get in, that's why I came back up."

"Then figure it out. Come on." He said threateningly, pulling Peter off the wall and beginning to push him down the corridor.

"If I can't?"

"You can."

He could've ran. He could be miles from this place if he knew May wasn't here. But she was. She was, so he couldn't just leave her. No, that'd be reckless. Or maybe staying here was reckless, especially if they were both going to end up dead anyway. The options raced through his mind and he clenched his fists, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Try anything, and watch what happens. Get in there." The man said when they were down the stairs and standing in front of the workshop.

He entered four random numbers twice and sighed. "He must've changed it. They're random. I can't guess."

"You're a genius."

"So are you, you keep reminding me."

"Okay, okay, find something powdery-"

"He doesn't use the keypad. Friday let's us in."

There was a more frustrated huff. "Screwdriver. There's one there." He pointed with his eyes to the corner. Peter turned and closed his eyes.

"Okay."

"Open it. We'll go from there."

He picked up the screwdriver, sure, but he didn't know what happened next. One second he was getting ready to just listen to what he was being told to do, and the next, he was stabbing a person in the neck. He'd never done that before.

He ran right back up those stairs, ignoring the pain all over his body and looking around the corridors to take the other way down. Going back to the living room was predictable.

"May?" He yelled, opening a few empty lab rooms and cursing under his breath. "Come on, May." He whispered.

He opened another one and stayed inside this time when the sound of angry stomping caught his ears outside. He stood still. Frozen.

"Really? That was all you had?" The voice was louder this time. More irritated. "Y'know, I'm gonna kill May first. Then you."

Peter immediately felt around his pocket for his phone and pulled it out, scrolling for Tony's number. He never actually called Tony. Always Happy, and he never even answered. He found it and called, waiting impatiently for Tony to pick up.

"Come on." He tapped his foot and looked up at the door, webbing it shut. It'd hold for as long as he needed to.

"Hello?"

"Mr Stark?"

"I said tell Friday-"

"He's here. He shut off all your-your stuff and-and just-"

"In the Facility?"

"Yes!" Peter screeched quietly, looking back up at the door cautiously. "Where's May?"

"I'm on my way."

"Where-"

"The infirmary. It's-it's not where you are. They didn't bring her over yet."

"Are you kidding me?"

"That's a good thing!" Tony replied defensively, "did he hurt you?"

"Yeah, I fell off the-nevermind. If you'd told me that before you left I wouldn't have stayed in this place." Peter said bitterly, running a hand through his hair. He could've ran out of this place instead of wasting time searching the rooms.

Tony sighed worriedly, "I'm on my way! We all are."

"He's gonna kill me. And you."

"Stay where you are. You're safe, right? That's why you're calling?"

He looked up at the ceiling and glared at the ventilator. He threw a web and pulled it off, squinting when the pieces of cement came off with it. He climbed up the side of the wall and slid into the tunnel, breathing heavily as he crawled down, keeping a close eye on the rooms below and trying desperately not to make a noise.

"Peter!"

"I'm-yeah, I'm in the ceiling."

"You're in the ceiling?"

Tony's voice cut through the air as if on speaker up in here. "Sshh, the air vents-"

"Right. Right. Where's the guy?" Tony said, much more quietly.

"I don't know. I stabbed him and he's still alive. I don't even think he's human." Peter whispered lowly into the phone.

"Okay, you-"

He shook his head, "It's too loud in here I'm ending the call just hurry up."

"Peter-"

He ended it and put the phone back in his pocket slowly. The vents were bigger than the movies made it seem.

He crawled until he reached the living room. Always back to the living room. He slowly pushed the metal casing off and webbed it before it could crash on the floor, making more noise. He lifted it and put it aside, sticking his head out and then sighing shakily. He climbed out slowly, hating the feeling of being in plain sight. He was dead if that psycho came.

He looked up at the flashing red main door and then at the broken window. The door was probably locked, and it wouldn't take long to just climb out down from the window. He squinted at the metal bars that had popped up and hopped off he wall, running as fast as he could to the other end.

He kicked the edges of glass propping up from the bottom and then-then he was pulled backwards by something. Not hands. Something rough.

That caught him by surprise. His senses were flared up, maybe that's why he hadn't noticed anyone sneak up - because he was already so scared out of his mind that he couldn't tell the difference between immediate and chronic danger. That and he was hurt. Very badly.

He blinked quickly, both his hands flying up to hold on to whatever was dragging him back. He skidded over glass, trying his hardest to turn around. His head was throbbing, a bit like those horrible headaches he had after less than four hours of sleep that made him feel sick. Except this was a hundred-scratch that-a thousand times worse.

There was the noise of crunching glass and of Peter struggling to breathe and get free. Other than that it was silent. Peter watched the little archway to the corridor come and kicked upwards, sticking his feet to the ceiling and punching at nothing when he got free. He wasted no time, webbing right across the room and going back to the shattered window.

A huge bang overtook the room. And Peter staggered, looking down in surprise with body almost shivering. A dark red stain started spreading on his light blue shirt and he fell sideways, grabbing the window ledge.

He limped forwards along the ledge, past the endless glass panes. He wouldn't get far.

Now, didn't want to, obviously, but he started panicking. Badly. What would happen to May? She had no one else. No one at all. She'd probably blame herself, or Tony, neither was good though. She'd probably move away from Queens. Or maybe move houses. No. She'd probably stay there, keeping his room exactly how it is and cry every time she went inside. That's what she did with Ben, and boy did she take a long time to get past that. Would she get past him too? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe his injury wasn't as serious as he was making out to be and he'd actually be fine to-

Rough hands grabbed his arms and he turned, looking straight at his attacker as he was pushed back. "What will be your legacy when you die?"

Peter blinked away tears, keeping a hand on his stomach. Nothing. No one knew who Spider-Man was. No one would even know he died, or even care that he did. He'd be some random boy who died in a car accident or something - that's probably how Tony would have to spin it.

"With my suit, I would've got you."

No he wouldn't have. Because he didn't.

"You're fast though. Who knew. A gun."

Peter definitely didn't. Free-falling out of the window probably would've done less harm than running around here did.

"You could've done good."

But he did.

"Instead of wasting your life."

That couldn't be right either.

Why did he even try and run? There was just more glass. Tony loved designing this place obviously. The hand that had been grabbing him now took him by the collar, pushing him back roughly. Damn. Tony got pushed out of a window once, he saw on YouTube - but he had his suit to save him. Peter didn't.

He squeezed his eyes shut when he was jerked forwards, and then back. Back through the glass. His eyes involuntarily snapped open, and he saw the man standing there letting go of his collar and cocking his head to the side. "Have fun." He made out before time caught up and he hit the ground.

Poor May. She'd never get over it.

Tony wouldn't either, it turned out. He stood facing the window. His fists were clenched, his nails digging into his palm.

Heels he knew all too well clicked behind him and he closed his eyes, waiting until she called his name to turn.

"May gave me, uh, she wanted you to have it." she struggled to find the words and put down a familiar strikingly red piece of fabric on the table in between them." She doesn't blame you." You shouldn't either, was what she wanted to say.

Tony frowned, clenching his jaw at the sight and feeling things he'd been trying all week to try and suppress.

Pepper sighed, "Tony, there was nothing you could've done, Tony."

Tony nearly laughed at that, his eyes still on the mask. "He was just-he was fifteen, Pepper. And now all that's left of him is this-" mask? Come on!

She looked back at him with big, watery, sympathetic eyes. "I'm sorry."

He nodded, turning back around before he lost control. He looked up at the still dented ceiling and shook his head, "world renowned tech. Couldn't keep one hacker out."

"He was smart."

"He was the one person I needed to keep out. I knew about him, Pep, I knew he was coming, I knew he was after Peter, and I did nothing. There was so much I could've-"

"Tony."

"No, I-"

"Tony!"

Tony blinked quickly and looked around, breathing heavily with Pepper tugging his arm on his left.

"You were-were you dreaming?"

He looked at her in confusion, still getting around to where he was. Outside the infirmary. Right.

"Uh," he squinted and pinched the bridge of his nose, "no, no," he brushed his hair back with his hand and straightened up, "any update on him?"

Pepper frowned worriedly, "not yet. They've been in there for two hours. He-" she stopped. Should she tell him? He wasn't there. He got knocked out of the sky probably just after Peter did. And definitely before he could find him. Right over the Facility.

"He what?"

Too late. "He wasn't doing well. He was in really bad shape." She raised her brows and hoped he'd gotten the message.

Tony's eyes narrowed, "I know he is, Pepper, that's why we're here-"

"No, I know, I meant I was here and, you know, things were happening-"

"What things? Pepper-"

"If you let me finish, I'll tell you."

"You're not really going anywhere, you keep-"

"You nearly died-"

"I'm in front of you. I'm in front of you! I'm not-"

"And you don't even listen to me, when I-"

"Okay, please stop, don't cry, I'll-"

"I mean I saw you fall out of the-I was in my car and-"

"Pepper!"

"I just don't want you to…" get your hopes up? No, that's not what you say in a situation like this.

Tony stared, squinting suddenly and placing a hand on his forehead. On the bruise.

"Are you okay? This is what I was saying. To get checked out instead of sleeping-"

"I didn't go to sleep?" Tony said, although it came out more like a question.

"Oh really? That wasn't you having a nightmare just then?"

"I'm not the one whose hurt!" Tony yelled, earning a scoff from her.

"You're less hurt, doesn't mean you're not hurt." Pepper corrected, earning and an angry sigh from him as he threw his head back softly against the wall, fidgeting on the uncomfortable chairs. He should put better chairs here.

He stared at the ceiling, "what about May?"

"She's…she's in and out. I decided not to tell her."

"I lied to him." Tony said automatically, "Before we left -I said it was a just a scratch. How did I screw this up so badly?"

"You didn't."

"Really? Because I have a whole family in hospital to prove that I did."

Pepper sighed as well, also leaning her head against the wall. "How many people have to tell you it wasn't your fault for you to believe it?"

"That's what people say to make the guilty person feel better. I'm not a child."

"Uh huh, I didn't notice."

He smiled and put his hand on top of hers. "I need him to be okay."

Pepper looked at him, "and he will be."

"Right.

She smiled and got up, looking down at her phone. "I'll be back."

He would've asked who was messaging her and where she was going. But she'd tell him if she needed to right? He had enough to deal with here, so he watched her go.

And she did, ending up standing a few meters behind Rhodey, who turned and frowned at the crunching glass under his feet.

"How's it looking?"

"Yeah. Not good. Guy's gone. I don't know if he'll be back and I feel horrible." Rhodey replied, looking at the bloody pieces of glass around the floor.

Pepper looked up at the destroyed room, "and the cameras?"

"They were down."

She jumped, turning to face Vision and sighing in relief. "Don't scare me." She warned, "but that's probably the only good thing that came out of this."

Rhodey looked at her questioningly.

Pepper looked at them both and threw up her hands in the air, "I mean, we know what happened, I don't think we need Tony watching it over and over again in excoriating detail. You know how he gets."

Rhodey nodded his head, "I guess."

"Is he still back there?"

"Yeah, so was I. It's not looking too good. He had a-" she hesitated and went quiet, "a brain bleed, they said a cerebral-"

"Oh my-Pepper!" Rhodey nearly staggered in response, and she started shushing him.

"You know it's only one corridor, right? He's right there, Rhodey!" She scolded in a low tone.

"He doesn't know?"

"No, he doesn't know. He's-I'm pretty sure he has a concussion, first of all, or something-"

Rhodey shook his head, "I think you need to tell him."

Pepper looked at him incredulously, "I need to tell him? He'll go crazy. He's on the verge of a breakdown, and-and with all the Steve stuff."

"Come on, Pepper, that's not the same thing. He should know!"

"No, not yet, because he'll leave. Or do something crazy. Maybe both-probably both."

"Yeah, and how do you plan on hiding it when the docs come walking out?"

"I'll handle it when that happens." She looked down and then back at Rhodey, "he's a-a child. A small, nice, child. I can't believe this happened, and in here." She shook her head, "and I didn't even tell his Aunt. She thinks he's doing homework in here." She said in a high-pitched tone. "I'm a bad person."

"That's not...true." Rhodey said, his mind preoccupied with other thoughts.

"I don't think that makes you a bad person." Vision added.

Pepper frowned, "that's reassuring, and you can't think, you're not even-can you? Can you think?" She asked, "never mind, sorry, discussion for another time."

"Pepper, you gotta calm down."

"I'm calm."

"Oh, I can see that."

"So now what?"

"Now we stop huddling in here like suspicious people who've done something…not good, and act normal."

"We haven't done anything bad."

"I mean-"

"Rhodey-"

"Okay, sorry. You're right. Let's just-let's go back there. Be with him. With them both."

Ohh did I get you? I was thinking of killing him off but that was just mean, but I had soo much fun writing this. I'm gonna add a part 3 just because I needed a time jump so I wanted to separate it this way - should've made this into a longer story.

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