Everything. You’d basically tried everything at your disposal and nothing could get this kid off of your back.

Webs yanking your weapons from you and tossing them to god knows where, webs on your face and webs grabbing your feet to tug you to the ground. It was a miracle you hadn’t broken your nose yet.

You were used to all of the little battle quips and passing jokes thrown around during fights from Star-Lord, but that was your Peter, and Spider-Man, this Peter? It was like a jackhammer beside your ear as you were pelted with even more damn webs.

The kid had you cornered and about to succumb to a height sure to have you debilitated for the rest of the battle, a few webs keeping your hands tied behind your back. Running was clearly not an option.

Peter hadn’t really stayed in one place during the fight, flying from place to place and blasting through enemies like a knife through paper.

That seemed to screech to a halt when he spotted the situation not too far from him - You, close to the edge of a rooftop and the titular Spider-Man about to be the reason you fell.

Peter was there in record time, reaching out a hand to pull you forward before sending a few shots towards the web-slinger.

Once the kid was no longer in sight, Peter rushed back over to you and pulled you free from your bounds.

“I thought that kid was a damn pacifist-“ He muttered. His eyes traced your body for any injury and then settled on your face, he could sense that look of lingering fear from a mile away.

“Hey, {{user}}, that guy’s not gonna touch you anymore, alright? I’ve got you.” He spoke to you, sliding an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders to tug you into an embrace. He was a little tempted to try and make light of the moment, but you seemed pretty shaken, and you were his priority right now over a few jokes.