Summary- They have one mission to end it all: mission- Kill the avengers.

(Third Person P.O.V)

The men -3 of them- had their mission, kill the avengers. They had been observing them for a while, they know it will be hard to kill all the avengers, but they noticed something. Anytime Peter Parker -the practically adopted son of Tony Stark- was hurt, they would all come together and try to help him, and even shed tears for the child.

So, their main target was not the avengers themselves, no. It was Peter Benjamin Parker.

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The man undercover, an intern who hands out drinks, entered the lab. Tony and Peters lab. He had been told to bring a hot chocolate to the target, so that's what he does. Except he doesn't just have a hot chocolate, he has a bomb.

This bomb is a tiny circle, if he were to walk through a metal detector or checked by FRIDAY, no one, not even FRIDAY would notice. This bomb holds more punch than a grenade, think of it as 5 grenades all in one, maybe even more.

He smiles down at the soon to be dead child and hands him the drink.

"Thank you" Peter thanks the man, who in return nods, an evil smile taking over his face.

As he leaves he places the circle on the wall and presses the little circle on it, the countdown has started. 30 seconds.

(Peter's P.O.V)

I couldn't help but notice the man was a little odd, his eyes held something, that glinted with evil. I don't know, maybe it was my imagination.

I take a sip of my hot chocolate, but i hear a beeping, constant and growing more and more desperate.

My Peter tingle starts to warn me of incoming danger, and it's coming quick. Searching the room my eyes land on a small circular thing flashing wildly on the wall.

I stand quickly and shout "FRID-".

The bomb went off, cutting my voice off.

Everything turned white, my head spun and pain erupted through my body.

The sound was just as painful, within an instance i felt the blood drip from my body.

Everything started to turn black as things fell on top of me and heat blazed around me.

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My ears rang, no other sound reaching my ears.

My head burnt and my body hurt.

The dust was settling around me, red all around me.

Blood.

My blood.

I try to speak, to cry out for help, but as i take a deep breath in, my lungs scream and i feel my cracked and broken ribs move.

The dust swarms my lungs, i cough harshly, blood dripping from my mouth and the rubble shifting dangerously around me.

I try to move.

Move anything.

But i'm trapped and it hurts so much.

I can feel darkness swarm my vision again as i try to move my broken body, i can't fight it anymore as it takes over.

(Tony's P.O.V)

The explosion rocks the entire building, panicked faces look at me.

I feel panic rise in me as well, as it came from above and that's where Peter is.

"FRIDAY, where did that come from?" I ask her.

'Your lab sir, Mr Parker is unresponsive' my heart drops and shatters into pieces like a vase.

"Call the avengers. Now" I tell her, trying to calm the storm that is growing in my eyes.

He has to be okay.

"Tony. What was that" Steve asks as he runs in, everyone behind him looking just as concerned.

"My lab, Peter's in there."

After those words fall from my mouth everyone's faces turn pale, and worry consumes their features.

"Let's go" I say and run out of the room heading to my kid, everyone following close behind.

Tears were now streaming down all of our faces, all having thoughts race through our head at a million miles an hour.

Arriving at the 'lab' i take a sharp intake of breath, the used to be lab is destroyed, smoke, fire and destruction taking its place.

My mind races with all the possibilities of what happened.

"FRI, what happened" I ask, almost not wanting to know.

'Someone planted a bomb boss', my jaw clenches with anger.

"Is Pete okay" I ask her, worry increasing with every second.

'I can detect 7 of his ribs broken, 4 bruised. His left ulna is cracked while his radius is broken . His left tibia and fibula have also broken . He has a major laceration to his head, multiple contusions and bruises over his body. I would recommend immediate medical attention'. With every injury said, it's like a blow to my gut.

"I'll get you out Pete. I promise" I shout to him, unsure if he heard or not.

(Peter's P.O.V)

I wake up, still trapped.

The pain is ruthless, making even breathing hurt.

The rubble moves and that's when i hear voices.

"Dad" i whisper, my voice feeling raw and torn.

Something is taken off my back, i suck in a breath but freeze as the pain hits me fall force from everywhere.

My ribs scream and my left side feels like a hammer is being hit with it over and over; my head spinning and finally taking in the blood that is still travelling fast down my face.

"Peter" I hear my dad shout, he's close.

"Here, help!" I try to shout out, but it comes off choked and broken.

I feel more rubble move then hands pulling me, i fight to stay awake as i'm pulled from the death trap.

I'm pulled into a hug, a warm, safe hug.

"Dad" i ask, disorientated but alive nonetheless.

He lays me down on something soft, hand still enclosed with mine, "Yeah Pete, i'm here. You're safe now. I promise" he replies.

(Third Person P.O.V)

The three men walk back into their base, and to their boss.

"Well" The boss asks, sitting in a chair, facing the dark night.

The men look at each other and the middle one steps out, "I'm sorry sir. Peter Parker still lives".

The boss huffs and says, "so you have failed. We will have to try again. But not you three".

The boss stands and turns to them, all 3 men taking a step back as fear races through their veins and freezing them in their spot.

"Mission- Failed." He says, pulling out a gun, from seemingly nowhere he shots them all.

Turning back to the window he says "Peter Parker will die. The avengers will be taken down. No matter what".

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