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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter 10: Million Dollar Man

Summary: When that explosion at F.E.A.S.T hits, Peter is quick to jump into action.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Bombing, terror attack, blood, gore, IF THESE ARE GONNA MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!!! Genre typical violence and drama, angst

Word Count: 2K

A/N: As stated in the authors note of the last chapter, I am very aware of how this part of the story could be triggering for people or hard to read. I will put red stars ** to mark where the more graphic first response scenes end so you can read the plot info towards the end of the chapter, but if you want to skip this specific chapter altogether you can, the story will still make sense! This is a chapter from Peter's POV. The title comes from yet another Lana Del Rey song but I couldn't pick just one line as the whole of that song just encapsulates the feelings between Peter and Angel in this chapter. Also just to note, first responders are f*cking heroes and deserve to be treated as such every single freaking day! Anyway, enjoy!

TEN

BOOOMMM!

Peter was five blocks away from the hub when the blast went off. It was large enough to shake the surrounding buildings, car alarms going off.

“What the fuck was that?!” he hissed to Miguel in the driver's seat as traffic came to a screeching halt.

“I don’t know.” Harry frowned as they began to climb out of the car. That’s when they saw the smoke.

“That looks like-” Harry said.

“You don’t think-” Eddie chimed in, but Peter knew immediately, his ears tuning into the radio of a parked police car a little way up the street.

“We need all units to head towards Chinatown. There's been an explosion on Mulberry st.”

Peter didn’t think, just started running in the direction of the hub. As he ran down old back alleys and streets he hadn’t thought about in years, he couldn’t help but think this would be a lot quicker if he could swing there. He needed to get there. Although he ran as fast as he could, he felt like he was running out of time. Every second in a crisis like this was crucial. It was the literal decision maker between life and death.

‘Come on, still be alive.’ He thought to himself. ‘Still be alive.’

His heels skidded onto the street. It was carnage. Police and paramedics had already started to arrive, lifting bodies into the back of ambulances or covering them in sheets. There was smoke and dust everywhere. “Hey, you okay? What happened?” he asked an elderly couple who were trying to find a spot on the sidewalk away from the smoke to assess their injuries. The older gentleman had blood running down the side of his face, which dust and ash began to stick to. The older woman hobbled under his arm, a large graze on her arm and leg, her lungs heaving, trying to clear the smoke and dust.

“Bomb.” The old man’s gravely voice said.

A younger woman in her 30’s ushered them into her shop and out of the direct smoke and ash as Peter turned to survey the street again, working out how best to try and find her, his feet slowly carrying him towards the now former F.E.A.S.T building. If she was still inside he had no clue how he was gonna get her out.

“PETER!” A voice called to him. “YO BOSS! OVER HERE!”

Peter scanned the street until he located the owner of the voice, Miles, his shirt held up to his mouth as he tried not to inhale the smoke.

“Where is she!” Peter commanded.

“Right here.” Miles said as Peter reached him, Miles’ body now crouching protectively over Angel again.

She had a deep cut in her eyebrow that was gushing blood down the side of her face. Her hair was full of flecks of ash. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving and Peter suddenly feared the worst as his hands reached out to her.

“Is she…?” 

“No. Just unconscious.” Miles coughed.

“We need to get her out of here!” Peter shouted over the sound of sirens and people’s shouting voices. There was a baby screaming and the fire that had taken hold in the wake of the explosion roared behind them. “What happened!?”

“I don’t know, we were crossing the street when we were knocked on our asses. If she hadn't stopped at that cafe, we would have been in there!”

“What cafe?”

“The Lucky Cat, or something like that? Why?”

Peter just shook his head in acknowledgment, letting out a small thank you under his breath, but he didn’t know to whom.

“Hey, over here!” a fireman who had come up beside them, shouted to a paramedic, waving them over. That was when Peter looked down to see Miles’ leg, his pant leg torn and caked in blood.

A young female paramedic not much older than Miles himself, dropped to the floor beside them as she began to introduce herself and assess injuries. “Hi, I’m Dani, what’s your name sir?” she asked of Miles, as she grabbed out a tourniquet kit from her bag and began to apply it to Miles’ leg.

“Miles.” he informed her.

“And is this your friend Miles?” She asked, motioning to Angel’s body lying on the floor.

“That’s my wife.” Peter said.

“And you are sir-” Dani started to ask as she looked him over only to see he didn’t have any injuries, the only thing currently tying him to the blast, the ash and dust that had settled in his hair and on his black blazer and trousers. Then she caught a better look of his face and her question froze in her mouth at her recognition. She quickly decided to wave off the question as she looked from Peter to Angel and back again, before fixing her eyes to finish off wrapping Miles’ leg. When she was done her fingers reached out to check for Angel’s pulse.

“She was conscious just after the blast but then she became unresponsive again.” Miles filled her in.

“Again?” Dani asked, her eyebrows raising in the younger man’s direction.

“When the blast first went off and we were knocked on our asses-”

“-where were you?”

“-crossing the road. She was out of it for a second with the blast but she woke up when I called her name, she tried to sit up but then just collapsed again.”

“Okay. Okay.” Dani said before turning her head and calling to a colleague. “I’m gonna need a board so we can get her into the back of an ambulance, I’ve got a blow to the head- did she hit the car?” Dani quickly turned to check with Miles as she took in the dent in the side of the car door that was giving them shelter.

“Yes.” Miles hastily responded.

“Yeah! I’m worried about potential internal bleeding!” Dani turned back to shout at her colleague who gave a nod before leaving his own more stable patient and running down the street to a parked waiting ambulance. “Mr Parker,” she said as she turned back towards Peter, her fingers subconsciously retrieving gauze and a bandage from her kit to wrap around Angel’s head, “I suggest you make yourself scarce right now unless you want to cause even more of a scene and problems, especially if you want us to take care of your wife.” she advised. “I will make sure Miles here will get placed in the same ambulance as her and they end up at the same hospital so he can let you know where they end up so you can meet them there, but right now, it’s in everyone’s best interest if you leave. Unless you want to risk being arrested.”

Peter looked to his wife conflicted, but he knew the young lady before him was right.

“Pete!” Harry’s voice called as he made his way past bodies to reach them.

“I advise you, get your friend out of here now!” Dani cautioned again to Harry.

“Come on, Pete, we need to go.” Harry encouraged him as Peter slowly stood. “PETE!” Harry shouted at him to snap him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “This is exactly what Toombes wants. Don’t get yourself caught man!” Harry continued to reason, pulling at him.

“I’ll make sure she’s okay.” Miles promised.

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Peter reluctantly turned his back on Miles and his wife and allowed Harry to ferry him away from the scene and back to where Miguel was now parked with the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Eddie asked as Peter climbed back into the car.

“I need you to call around to all the other hubs, make sure they get evacuated immediately.” Peter said. His message conveyed its urgency but his tone showed his mind was still split.

“Boss, Hobie’s calling?” Miguel said, handing a phone into the back of the car to him.

“Fuck.” Peter huffed, running a dusty hand through his equally dusty hair, getting frustrated as it flaked all over the seats of the car. He let out another groan before he answered the buzzing phone.

“Hey, man, what’s going on over there?” A loud, yet concerned, deep British voice bellowed down the phone. “It’s all over the news.”

“Fuck.” Peter sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“We’ve just had it confirmed that one of the injured here on the scene is Y/N Parker, otherwise known as Angel, the daughter of recently deceased gangster Wilson Fisk. The F.E.A.S.T establishment here was set up by the Benjamin Parker foundation, 6 years ago, a charity that was created in Ben Parker's memory after his brutal murder almost 11 years ago now.” Peter heard the broadcast say in the background as Hobie spoke.

“Shit man, this is gonna bring so much attention. What the fuck happened? Some sources are citing it as a gas explosion but others are speculating because of your family ties to it being gang activity. It’s not looking good.” There’s a pause on the line as Peter thought and tried to compose himself. “Yo, Parker man, we gotta get on top of this shit now.” Hobie pressed him down the phone, but Peter had nothing, his mind panicking, trying to chase too many thoughts at once and coming up empty. “Look, I’m gonna call up Reilly, we’re gonna get on a jet and be with you asap. We can work this shit out when we get there.”

“Hobie?” Peter finally said, finding his voice. “What do you know about the Vulture?”

“Oh shit, no man! You are not in it deep with the Vulture?” Hobie responded. “Dude, that guy is ruthless, you saw what he did to KingPin.”

“But you know him?” Peter confirmed.

“Yeah, nasty piece of work. You know we had that warehouse in Manchester raided a few months back?”

“Yeah.”

“Well he took no time in swooping down and trying to take it.”

“You never told me that.” Peter looked confused.

“Didn’t need to, sent Reilly up there with some of his boys and they stamped that shit out quick. Guess that's when he decided to high tail it to New York and start messing with Fisk, not before he took a little stop in Italy, that is.”

Peter’s ears pricked up. “Italy?”

“Yeah. I had a tip off from Francetti when he saw the Romano’s sitting down with a guy he didn’t recognise and it was starting to brew trouble. When we asked him to give us a description of the guy we knew it was our man.”

Peter’s face changed. “What does that mean?” Harry asked, who had been listening in on the conversation. “Pete?”

“Any of Romano’s men get in touch with the Bianchi’s over here?” Peter asked down the phone.

“Yeah, why?”

“Shit!” Harry said as he too started to put the pieces together.

“Eddie?” Peter called out to the front passenger seat to get Eddie’s attention.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gruff voice said back.

“When exactly did Angel get back into town?”

“It was maybe two days after Fisk had that break in at the Phoenix club.” Eddie replied.

Peter began to think. That was when Fisk first started having issues with the Italians. He thought back to his conversation with his wife at the house before they were shot at. She had said they had just thought it was the Italians getting too big for their boots at first.

“I’ve just got a text from Miles, they’re just pulling into Kings.” Eddie then said.

“Brooklyn?” Miguel confirmed as he started up the engine to the car. Eddie nodded as Miguel pulled out into traffic.

“Parker, we’re gonna get on a plane and be with you in a few hours.” Hobie said down the phone. “We’ll get this guy, I promise. Nobody lays a finger on our Angel without burning in hell for it.”

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( miguel gomez ) broken boy. ex con with a heart of gold. split psyche. protector. proud latino. rage, rage against the dying of the light. lapsed catholic. father to be.