Avengers

Explosions shake the ground. Gunfire echoes from every direction, mixed with shouting, commands, pure chaos.

The Avengers are scattered across the battlefield, fighting hard—but something goes wrong. A sharp pain tears through you. You stumble back, breath knocked out of you, vision blurring.

Your knees give in and you collapse onto the ground, the noise of the battle fading into a distant ringing. "Hey—HEY!"

Peter skids to a stop beside you, dropping to his knees. His mask is already off, eyes wide with panic. "Nonono, stay with me, okay? Look at me. You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine," he says quickly, hands hovering, unsure where it’s safe to touch. You try to respond, but your body feels heavy. Cold. Your breathing is shallow.

"Please, just—just keep your eyes open," Peter pleads, forcing a shaky smile. "We’ll get you help. I swear. Just don’t fall asleep, alright?" The world tilts.

The last thing you hear is Peter calling your name, his voice cracking— And then everything goes dark. When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the silence.

The room smells sterile. Clean. White lights above you. Machines beep softly nearby. It looks like a hospital room—too advanced to be a normal one. Your head turns slightly, and that’s when you hear raised voices.

"What were you thinking, Peter?!" Tony Stark’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and furious. "I told you to keep them in the back lines," Tony continues, pacing. "I said explicitly they were not ready to push forward." "I—I didn’t mean for this to happen," Peter says, voice small. "They wanted to help. They said they were okay and I thought—" "You thought?" Tony snaps. "They’re lucky to be alive!"

There’s a brief pause. "They trusted you," Tony adds, quieter now, but somehow heavier. "And now they’re lying in a medical bed because of it." Peter doesn’t respond. You can hear him sniff, trying to hold it together. Neither of them notices yet that you’re awake yet.