"Shut up! I am!" Peter snaps harshly.

Happy gives me a sympathetic look as he attempts to stitch up a keyed up Peter. When the hero sees my face his eyes soften but his face doesn't.

"I'm capable of protecting myself you know." I say shittily to Peter.

Peter Parker is my best friend since we were two. My parents are scientists and turned hungry with power and greedy for more so when I was fifteen around the age Peter got his spiderbite my parents conducted excruciatingly painful experiments on me. Resulting in my powers and their demises'. My powers are shape-shifting and super speed. We are both protective of each other and tell one another everything. Peter told me about the spiderbite and uncle Ben and I told him about the experiments that created my powers and my parents' death.

Right now, Peter Parker is being an overprotective jackass. Claiming that he's protecting me and shielding me from pain. When I argue that I can handle it not just him all on his own. I try to reason I can protect myself as well as Peter like he can protect me and himself. We have always been a team you see. Tony came to us as a package deal.

"Obviously not." Peter spits, eyeing my bruised body.

"Who's the one getting stitches huh asshole?"

Happy shakes his head as Peter slams his fist down on the table of the jet.

"I have to protect you Y/nn, I need to protect you." Peter states with some passion right there.

I gently place my fingertips then my hand on Peter's bicep. This causing the downtrodden beaten boy to look up at me.

"I'm the same Peter for you, okay? Please just understand that." I say softly.

"Mr Stark made me promise to protect you-"

"-Peter goddammit! Tony made me promise the same thing!" I practically shriek.

Leaping up I start pacing besides a very solemn Happy and a furious Peter. We've never really argued this horrendously until we got to space when we were 'stole aways' on the ship to space to stop Thanos.

"I don't think you understand."

"I," Happy pauses having finished Peter's stitches, "Don't think you two realise how much you sound like an old married couple."

"We're not gonna be old together if Peter doesn't stop having this hero complex." I snap in white hot fury.

Peter's brows knit together severely, his mouth turning into a straight line.

"I'm not even gonna get a chance to propose to Y/nn if she doesn't stop being reckless." Peter snaps seeing red.

I freeze at Peter's outburst. Happy looks a mixture of bewildered, disappointment and excitement. Meanwhile Peter slams a black velvet ring box on the table. Peter then realises what he just said and did. He suddenly looks the most scared, nervous and hopeful I've ever seen him. An extremely confusing concoction of emotions radiating off his ripped body. I let a few tears drop as Peter's beautiful eyes well up.

"If that's your way of proposing you can fuck right off!" I scream.

Ignoring the sobs and yells from Peter and Happy I run off the plane through the flower meadows.

Part two?