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This made Clint's hand leave his neck, and Peter fell down onto the floor like a ragdoll. Even though it was really straining, he started to breath deeply. He really wanted to stay down, but he knew he would be dead within a second with Clint already stirring in his place. Peter Scrambled himself into a somewhat standing position and started to run out of the room when he felt his leg collide with something, resulting him to land on the cold tiles of the big living/dining room. He turned and looked back, only to come in contact with Natasha's eyes. They were the same as Clint's. Foggy and having a glint of loathing in them.

Thats when a chill went down his spine. Thats when the words on the note made sense to him. The Avengers had been compromised.

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Peter was stuck to the ground in shock... This couldn't happen! This wasn't supposed to happen... This can't happen! He was supposed to watch movies with them tonight! Mr. Sam was going to make pasta for lunch today! The house was supposed to be filled with clattering and... Talking and... Yeah.. He was going in a spiral of denial, when he felt weight some weight on his chest and a blow on his cheek. This bought him back to his senses.

He looked up to see Natasha look at him with so much coldness that it made his whole body quiver. She was sitting on top of him. Knees pressing down on his hands to hold him down. Her hand went to her left leg. She used to keep her gun strapped on her left leg. When Peter realized what she was going to, he used her own tactic when she had teached him on her.

He quickly and stealthily kicked (lightly) on her back, causing her head and whole body to jerk forward, where he head butted her which caused her to loose her balance and he got a small window to escape and he used it. He started to get up and run away when she sweeped her legs beneath his, Causing him to land on his all fours. She grabbed a handful of his hairs and pulled him back so that he was sitting on his knees. This caused him to scream out.
"Gaaaaaah!!" He looked up to her face.
"Hey Aunty Nat.. " He managed to say from his now sour throat.

She looked at him with the same coldness and punched him square on his nose. Three times. They both heard a crack after the third punch, indicating that she had successfully cracked his nose. He felt his nose block up and a hot liquid flow down his nose. He tried to breath from his mouth but her hand flew to his mouth, successfully chocking him.

He wasn't even able to sob. He felt his whole body flare up with panic. He wasn't even going to grab her hands as he knew that he won't be able to control his strength and would hurt her. He didn't wanted to hurt her. He knew that he had started to shiver as his panic started to make him go up and down trying desperately to pry her off. He started to loose consciousness with tears brimming and threatening to fall down. That's when she left his mouth.

He started to take in ragged breaths. His lungs expanded painfully, welcoming whatever air which was entering through his mouth. He let out a sound which somewhat sounded like a relived sob. Just then, he felt something hard and cold press on his head. It was a gun. Everything had happened so quickly that he wasn't able to do anything other than to let out a whimper as she pulled the trigger. No bullet came out of the gun. Confused, she kept on pulling the trigger, but to no avail. Sensing that she was distracted, he forced his legs to stand up and yet again, he head butted her.

Knowing that she will press him down if he were on the ground, he quickly took shelter on the ceiling. He let out a shakey breath of relief when he saw her look around. Man, he thought to himself, It never occurred to me, that I will have to use her own training against her... he was trying to relax himself when he saw Clint enter the room with some knives in his hands.

He knew what was going to happen when Clint casually handed the knives to Natasha like it was a lollipop. He started to crawl out of the living/ dining room as fast as he could, dodging the knives as much as he can. But being chocked twice in an hour must have muddled his brain as his spidey sence didn't warn him in time, and a knife jabbed him in his shoulder. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him feel pain in that area. All he could do at that moment was to run as fast as he can out of the room.

When he was some safe distance from them, and they had started to gather the fallen knives, he quickly opened his bag and pulled out his web shooters from them. He adjusted the strapes of the web shooters and jumped back down and closed the door of the living area.. Successfully partitioning them and added a few extra webs as a precautionary measure.

He let himself stand in the position for a minute or two and processed what the hell had happened in just past hour or half. He wasn't able to think that these were the same people who had been teasing him over MJ this morning. MJ... Gods.... Looking at the rate at how things were going right now, he had a 50% chance of dying this evening. That is, if he won't be able to go to the lab. He dreaded to think that there is a 50% chance that he won't be able to see them again. That's when he looked down and noticed that there was a pool of blood forming at his feet little by little.

He really needed to take the blade out... He took a deep breath of determination and hesitation and reached out for the knife. With a muffled scream and a shaking hand he pulled out the blade. He knew that one shouldn't take a blade out as it could cause bloodloss, but knowing his healing, he knew that his skin will grow around the freaking blade if he kept it in.

He shakily pulled out his handkerchief and bandaged his shoulder. He let himself rest for a moment or two and set himself a course towards the lab. Knowing that it was close and hopefully no one will meet him on the way there. And oh boy! was he wrong.

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Written on 18th May 2024