Pull | Infinity War

Chapter 4: "Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy."

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First things first

I'ma say all the words inside my head

I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh

The way that things have been, oh ooh

EDITED 4/11/20 BY MundieORiley AND Imaginary_Capable16

Iris cocked an eyebrow. "No."

Both Tony and Spider-boy gave her astonished looks."But that's like a cult classic," Spider-boy exclaimed, disbelief clear in his voice.

She shrugged. "I was a sheltered child." 

Tony crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow,"So in all of your years away from your family, you never watched it?"

Iris shook her head, not seeing the big deal these two were making. "I never found the time."

Stark rolled his eyes and scoffed under his breath. "Just follow my lead." He let his mask fall, repulsors firing up.

Iris did the same. "I don't know if I trust your lead."

He ignored her and crept closer. Spider-boy broke off from their trio and vanished around a pillar, his helmet falling over his face too. She briefly wondered how old this kid was, and why Tony built him a fully automated suit.

She followed Tony, hiding behind a corner next to him until he nodded and flew in, guns literally blazing. As they drew closer, Iris heard a voice: it was gravely, sinister, and definitely not Stephen. "Painful, aren't they?" 

They dropped from above, hands pointed forward. Iris could feel the energy pulsing through her open palms.

Through the eye holes in the suit's helmet, Iris took a sweep of the scene they'd barged into. Hovering in the air, face-down, was Stephen. He wore the blue robes she'd seen him in, only missing the red clock currently floating somewhere upstairs. Normally well-kept hair hung out of place. A cut on his cheek leaked a drop of blood, and his eyes widened at the sight of them.

The most concerning things were the silver, shimmering, long thorns slowly impaling themselves into Stephen's skin.

The man (or thing in this case) responsible was none other than Squidward. He looks gleeful, and not at all concerned with the repulsors pointed at his face. 

"Do you like them?" He sneered, twitching his finger and the thorn closest to him sank in an inch further. Stephen grimaced and grunted in pain and Iris hed to fight the urge to blow him to kingdom come. "They were designed for microsurgery, and any one of them could end your friend's life in an instant."

Stark cocked his head a little. "I gotta tell you, he's not really my friend."

"Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy," Iris snarked.

Stephen's eyes widened again as he recognized her voice, or it might've been in pain, but she couldn't tell. Iris would've been in pain too if glass-like needles were being slowly pricked into her skin.