SIX MONTHS LATER/ YOUR POV:
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Calling: "Spider-Nerd :)"
Putting my wallet in my purse, I keep my phone to my ear as the line rings. After a while, Peter picks up, sounding out of breath. "Hey! Sorry, I couldn't find my phone," he says, and I smile. "You're good. You have that field trip today, right?" There's a second of silence, and I know that he's nodding, obviously having forgotten that I can't see him. "Yeah," he responds, and I chuckle. "Where are you going again?"
"MoMA. It's gonna be so boring." I laugh, zipping up my bag. "You'll live."
"No, I don't think I will."
"No need to be overdramatic, Pete."
"What? It's a museum about art. Why can't it be science or something actually cool?"
"Maybe because the Perot Museum isn't in New York?"
"True, true. Ugh, I wish we were going there instead. I could buy a cowboy hat or something." I laugh at his words before he continues, "We're about to get on the bus, I'll text you and keep you updated on my suffering."
"Sure thing. Have fun."
I chuckle and hang up, putting my phone in my pocket as I look at my outfit in the mirror. Black combat boots, navy skinny jeans, and a loose white tank top. I grab my black leather purse and run to the door of the facility, doing my quick handshake with Tony before leaving. Luckily, I get outside before I go through a series of interrogations, and I start to jog, constantly checking my watch. "Crap, I'm gonna be late," I mutter as an idea pops into my head.
Looking around and seeing no one, I shift, speeding through the city in the shadows and stopping in the outskirts of where I'm supposed to meet Jackson. I revert back to human form and walk out, arriving at the spot the same time he does.
"Hey," he greets, smiling. "Hi," I grin as he links our arms, starting to walk side-by-side. A few minutes pass, and we both come to a halt. I look around, inconspicuously sniffing the air as Jackson does the same. "Come on, what are you?" I murmur, the feeling in my gut worsening as the hairs on my arms stand up straighter.
And then we see it.
"Holy shit," we mutter, heads tilted to the giant donut spaceship descending in the sky.
"That's not good," Jackson says, grabbing my hand and walking backwards with me, pulling me away. "I need to get back to the facility," I tell him, and he nods, the both of us shifting and running back. When we get inside, I immediately sprint to the landing pad, jumping stairs and running to the edge without wasting any time. I shift and look over the city in the distance, chest heaving as I see ruin and panic.
A beam of light emits from the donut, and I look to see someone being dragged up by it. "Oh, no," I say, that figure's familiarity extremely uncanny, even from this distance.
"Please don't be you, I swear, please don't be you."
I pull out my phone and call Tony, pacing as Jackson arrives. He stands in front of me, holding my shoulders and silently telling me to breathe. I focus on the multiple shades of his emerald eyes to calm down, Tony's voice coming on the line. "Hey, kid. I can't talk long, but I probably won't be seeing you later today." I see a figure flying upwards as the ship starts moving away, making my stomach drop. All of a sudden, a compartment opens, a suit shooting out and towards the donut.
"Tony-"
"I'll be okay. Make sure that everything in the facility is running smoothly. If necessary, I know that you're strong enough in the face of danger. I'm counting on you to keep everyone safe."
"Please come back."
"I will. I promise you, I will come back, okay?"
"Okay."
"See you soon."
I fight tears of worry as I tap the next contact, hoping with all my heart that he'll answer and still be on his goddamn school bus.
"Hey, (y/n). I, uh-"
"I swear to god, Peter, please tell me you're not on that ship." I turn out of Jackson's grasp to face the city, dread settling in my being as silence follows.
"I'm sorry."
"Peter-" my voice gets cut off as I try not to cry. "Peter, please be safe. Please."
"When am I not?"
"You're on an alien spaceship, now is not the time to use your little catchphrase. Promise me. Promise me that you'll be safe."
"I prom-"
The line turns to static and cuts off, Peter's voice turning to silence. I choke on a sob, anxiety filling me. Jackson turns me around, pulling me into a hug as he rubs my arms. Constantly saying things like, "It's okay. They're both gonna be fine."
And I can only hope that he's right.
ONE HOUR LATER
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"Bruce," I breathe out, running over and hugging him. "Hey there, 'Little Miss Genius'." I chuckle at the nickname, pulling away and trying to control my excitement at seeing him again mixed with the worry flooding my body. "What happened?"
"I, uh... sort of Hulked out for two years. Thor found me on some crazy planet."
I nod, "Sounds... fun. Anyway, it's good to have you back." He looks past me to see Jackson, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Right. This," I start, motioning for him to come over, "is Jackson, my beta." Bruce's eyes widen as he looks at me, "Beta?" Jackson holds out his hand, shaking Bruce's firmly, "Yes, sir."
I give him a sheepish smile.
"There's a lot of things I need to explain."