From The Dark | Peter Parker x OC ✔️

Chapter Seventy-Seven

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry this chapter was a bit delayed. I wasn't finished with it last night, but, luckily, I finished it today somehow.

Anyway, to make up for my lateness, this chapter is a little longer than usual!

Alright, have fun reading it and then don't keep procrastinating on wattpad. Go back and do your homework. Yes, I'm talking to you, person with a dozen random tabs open *definitely isn't procrastinating watching videos of tom holland playing with dogs*

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"I thought this was the antigravity gun."

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The van was speeding through the neighborhood as Peter desperately tried to follow it.

"Almost got you," he grunted, swinging through the trees and parkouring over the houses. He nearly lost his balance when a few slates slipped out from under his feet.

"Thought you got away from me, didn't you?" he panted, flipping over a chimney, "I got you right where I want you."

"Surprise!" he grinned, jumping off the rooftop directly onto the van. But before he could actually land on the van, something snatched him from behind, flying him up into the sky.

"What the hell?" he screamed, wrestling to pull his leg free from whatever it was that was flying him through the sky.

Instead of loosening his grip on Peter's leg, the Vulture flew him up even higher. The world spun around Peter as he tried to figure out which way was down. Suddenly, the spider on the back of Peter's suit began to beep and blink. A parachute unfolded itself from the hidden compartment and the air resistance from it ripped Peter from Vulture's grasp.

Peter screamed as he torpedoed toward the ground and the parachute became tangled around him. He struggled inside the parachute, desperately trying to break through enough to at least figure out where he was about to fall and die.

Suddenly, his feet hit something hard like concrete, but then pulled him under. The Hudson. The parachute somehow became even more tangled around him as he fought to find the surface. He was sinking fast.

Just then, someone pulled him up, out of the water.

Peter gasped, shaking his head. Was it the guy with the wings again?

"Huh?" he looked up in daze, only to see Iron Man flying him through the air, "Oh, hey."

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"And then he just, he just, like, swooped down like a monster and he picked me up and, uh, he took me up, like, a thousand feet and just dropped me," Peter narrated, wringing the water out of his mask. They had ended up in a playground and he was sitting on a dome climber, shivering, "How'd you find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit or something?"

"I put everything in your suit. Including this heater," Mr. Stark said and suddenly, his suit dried instantly and steam rose from it.

"Whoa!" Peter breathed, "Whew, that's better. Thanks."

"What were you thinking?" Mr. Stark scolded. He was still floating in the air.

"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons. I gotta take him down," Peter said.

"Take him down now, huh? Steady, Crockett, there are people who handle this sort of thing," he said. Peter looked at him.

"The Avengers?"