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“Please don’t move.”
Those were the words Peter had said to (Y/N) Stark as he tried to locate Mr Stark, her father, on the battle field. They had been battling some mid-range villain, nothing that the trio hadn’t taken down before, when her suit failed and she fell from the sky.
He had managed to catches her but her body jolted hard, she most likely have had suffered some internal bleeding at best. Peter needed help and Karen has suggested getting her father.
(Y/N) had smiled and nodded at her boyfriend, watching as he kissed her hand before darting off. She knew it was bad, she had been hurt before but the pain was so bad she could barely feel it. It was the adrenaline that helped at the moment but she knew that she couldn’t make it out her here fully functional. But it was strange, she knew she couldn't feel her legs but she couldn't bring herself to panic over it
The blood in her mouth was a a brutal reminder of her state, she had to just keep hoping that Peter would find her dad in time so she could make it back to the compound to get medical treatment. She had hoped that she wasn't going to die.
As the minutes passed by, (Y/N) felt a sense of dread wash over her, Peter wasn't coming back anytime soon, she could still hear him yelling for her father over the comm system with no response. The superhero life, as her father had once called it, was brutal and the knowledge of dying young hadn't scared her initially but no as she looked death in his icy cold eyes, she wished she had made a different choice in careers.
"Peter," she weakly called through the comms, and the feeling in her spine grew sparse "You won't find him."
"I have too," he said back, urgency laced in his voice. He was panicking, Peter always panicked when it came to his girlfriend. (Y/N) was the best thing that had happened to him in a while, and he wasn't ready to lose her, not now, not ever.
(Y/N) coughed into her hand and saw blood. Her time was short "It's too late. Peter please."
"No. If I find Mr Stark then he can help you."
"Peter," she began to say before her voice dropped off.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Please, please respond." Peter begged, "This isn't funny, say something. Please!"
But (Y/N) never responded.
It was a few hours after they got her body back to the compound did they learn her lung had been pieced by a broken rib when the force of Peter catching her had cause a lot of internal damage.
Stark didn't blame the kid; Peter almost wished he did because he blamed himself. He was not ready to lose her, and he had lost her and now all he could feel was dread: if he couldn't save his love how could he save anyone else