Inferno

                                    

                                          
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Elijah paced the length of the library, his burned hand now bandaged sloppily. Ned sat nervously by the computer, tracking Peter's phone while repeatedly glancing up at Elijah.
"I'm going to help him." Elijah finally spoke up as he could not handle sitting on the side. This 'Adrian Toomes' could have killed him already.
"Elijah, are you sure about this? We should wait for Happy to—"
"Yeah, no," Elijah cut him off, snatching his car keys from the table. "Happy's taking his sweet time, and Peter doesn't have that kind of luxury. Stay here, keep trying to reach him. I'll deal with it."
Ned looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. "Be careful, okay?"
Elijah gave a half-smirk. "I'm always careful. Except when I'm not."
With that, he bolted out of the library, leaving Ned frantically refreshing the tracking screen. Minutes later, Elijah's Mustang roared down the empty streets, his mind racing as fast as the car. He didn't have a plan—just the gnawing instinct that Peter needed him.
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The night air was thick with smoke, the eerie glow of flames licking at the edges of the wreckage as Elijah skidded his Mustang to a stop near a crash site. A plane he recognised as one of Stark Industries. The car's headlights barely penetrated the chaos ahead—a tangle of broken metal, shattered crates, and scorched sand.
Elijah leapt out, his heart pounding against his ribs as he scanned the wreckage for any sign of Peter. His phone buzzed angrily in his pocket, but he ignored it, his eyes locking onto the unmistakable figure of Spider-Man grappling with a metallic-winged figure.
"Peter!" Elijah shouted, sprinting toward the fight.
Peter's strained voice rang out. "Elijah? What the hell are you doing here?! Get out of here!"
"Yeah, no thanks. I'm allergic to abandoning friends," Elijah shot back, ducking as a piece of debris flew past his head. Without his suit, he was severely outmatched, but he wasn't about to stand on the sidelines.
Vulture noticed Elijah immediately, his helmet turning toward the newcomer with a cold glare. "Here comes the Stark brat," Toomes sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Daddy's little legacy come to play hero?"
Elijah froze for half a second, the venom in those words cutting deep, but he quickly shook it off. "Wow, creative insult. Did you come up with that before or after you decided bird cosplay was your thing?"
He shot toward Elijah, talons outstretched. Elijah barely managed to dive out of the way, the force of the attack sending him sprawling across the sand. He rolled to his feet, clutching his ribs and wincing.
"Peter, any ideas? Because I'm kind of running out of charm here!"
Peter, pinned under the weight of Vulture's wings, grunted. "Call your suit, Elijah! You have to—"
"I tried! Happy's taking his sweet time turning it back on!" Elijah ducked behind a piece of the plane's fuselage as Vulture's claws slashed through the air. He fumbled for his phone, desperately tapping into the Stark tech controls. "Come on, come on...!" 
Vulture laughed, the sound echoing darkly in the chaos. He grabbed Eiliah by the collar of his suit and lifted him up so he had to tip-toe "Use your words buddy, you're kind off wrinkling my suit, this is Armani." Elijah let out which seemed to anger Toomes even more.
 "This is what you get, Stark. You and your kind, hoarding the world's power, leaving the rest of us to scrap for what's left. All this stuff here? It belongs to us, we deserve it. I have been working my ass off all my life, just for people like your father to take everything I have." Toomes finished.
Elijah glared at him, the words igniting a flicker of anger in his chest. "Oh, spare me the sob story, Captain Birdbrain. You're not some noble rebel. You're just another guy who couldn't hack it without cheating." He tried to strugle free from his grasp.
Toomes lunged at Elijah again, but before he could land the blow, a high-pitched whine filled the air. Elijah's head snapped up as pieces of his suit streaked through the sky, rocketing toward him making Toomes let go off him.
"Yes!" Elijah shouted, throwing his arms out as the pieces latched onto him in a flurry of red and black. The final piece clicked into place, the HUD lighting up in front of his eyes just in time for him to dodge another attack.
"Okay, let's dance," Elijah muttered, raising his repulsors. He fired a blast that hit Vulture square in the chest, sending him sprawling backward. 
Elijah held out a hand to Peter, who groaned but took the help. "That took it's sweet time."
"Yeah, well, traffic was murder. Cut my suit some slack will ya?" Elijah grinned before glancing toward the Vulture, who was already recovering, his wings sparking and groaning.
Toomes staggered upright, clutching a crate full of glowing arc reactors. "You kids don't understand, do you? This isn't just about money. It's about power. Taking back what your kind stole from the rest of us."
"Cool speech," Elijah shot back, stepping in front of Peter. 
Peter stepped forward though, noticing the sparking wingsuit. "Your wingsuit's gonna explode! Just let it go!"
But Toomes didn't listen. He flapped his damaged wings, struggling to take off with the crate in tow. Sparks rained down, and the machinery groaned under the strain until it exploded.
"Oh god. GET DOWN!" 
Elijah pushed Peter down, getting down himself as well, using his suit to cover both their heads.
After the smoke cleared a little Peter turned to Elijah as he noticed the fire in which Toomes was still, determination blazing in his eyes. "I have to help him."
"No," Elijah said sharply, grabbing Peter by the arm and taking off his helmet with his other hand. 
"But he'll die!" Peter hesitated, his gaze meeting Elijah's. Behind the usual sarcasm and bravado, Elijah's eyes were raw, pleading.
"So what?!" Elijah said, his voice breaking slightly. "Don't go into that fire, Pete. Please. He's not worth risking your own life!"
For a moment, Peter faltered, the intensity in Elijah's expression rooting him to the spot. But then, with a quiet, almost apologetic look, Peter gently pulled free.
"I have to."
Elijah's grip loosened, his hands falling uselessly to his sides as Peter ran into the flames. He stood frozen, his breath catching as he watched Peter disappear into the wreckage, the glow of the fire illuminating his silhouette.
"Pete," Elijah whispered, his voice trembling.
Elijah's hands curled into fists. His heart pounded painfully as every instinct screamed at him to pull Peter out, to stop him from risking his life for someone like Toomes.
When Peter emerged from the inferno, dragging Toomes' unconscious form behind him, Elijah let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Peter collapsed onto the sand, coughing and wheezing. Elijah rushed to his side, dropping to his knees and gripping Peter's shoulder tapping out parts of his sweatsuit that was burning a little.
"You're insane, Parker," Elijah said, his voice unsteady. But there was a flicker of relief in his tone, a softness that didn't go unnoticed.
Peter managed a tired smile. "Yeah, but it worked."
Elijah looked at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a shaky laugh, he stood and offered Peter a hand.
"Come on, Spandex Wonder. Let's get out of here before you decide to play hero again."
As they moved toward the wreckage, Elijah glanced back at the smoldering remains of the Vulture's suit. As the two boys stood over the unconscious Adrian Toomes, Peter looked at Elijah and smirked, exhaustion etched into his face. "Nice suit."
Elijah chuckled. "Thanks. It's vintage."
Peter chuckled at this. "Hey, do you have a pen?"
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A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to wish you all a merry christmas and happy nee year!!!