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Part Ten. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09.

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Summary: Y/N and her father finally face each other after three years. Her powers have grown, but so have his.

Warning: ANGST! Mental and physical torture, manipulation, abuse, parent on child violence, suicidal thoughts. 

Notes: ooooooo boy, friends. We should’ve seen this coming, and I absolutely loved writing this chapter. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! If you want a song from the playlist to listen to I recommend Power, No Place like Home, and Speechless. In that order. Y/N deserves better.

“Get out of here,” Y/N commanded MJ, placing a protective shield around the two of them. MJ stared in awe of the blue energy before her, unsure of what to do next. 

“Are you not listening to me? I said go!” Y/N urged, not wanting to see the most important person in her life hurt by her own father. 

“No,” MJ stood strong, grasping a spare piece of debris, “I’m not leaving you behind. I’m staying here to help.”

Y/N shook her head, continuing to hold the protective shield as long as she could. 

“I’m not losing you again” MJ held herself in a rare moment of vulnerability, fear shaking the poor girl to her core. Y/N turned to her friend, seeing more than fear in her gaze, but determination. God how she hated how stubborn MJ could be. 

“Neither am I” She admitted, “Now go”

MJ nodded, taking cover in an alley not far from the square. Y/N continued to use the protective shield against the Molten Man, making sure the citizens were evacuated from the square before jumping into the fight. When enough citizens had escaped, she moved over to the tilted Ferris wheel, allowing the energy to flow from her palms and surround the carnival ride, lifting it back to its usual position. She collapsed her hands together, drawing a familiar circle glyph before her, the same teal color from Venice reappearing and creating the glyph needed to achieve stasis. With the Ferris wheel taken care of for several minutes, she called to Peter.

“Spiderman!” she groaned, holding the image as long as she could. 

“I got it!” He yelled webbing the Ferris wheel at its most vulnerable points, while Y/N kept it firmly in place. That ended when Molten Man got closer, ready to swipe at the carnival ride at any time. She let go and propelled herself forward, launching herself over the Ferris wheel and joining the illusion of her father in fighting against the beast. Her eyes began to glow as she charged the energy needed to stay afloat, guarding the ride against the monster. Her body warmed, sweat dripping down her face as she released both of her hands and screamed at the top of her lungs, emitting a dangerous amount of psychic energy at the beast. 

Red met Blue in a death match before she landed on the ground, anger spurring her forward, Peter’s cries lost in her ears. All she could focus on was getting to the center of the illusion. All she could focus on was finding her father. 

She found him at the top of the elegant building protruding from behind the Molten Monster. 

Cerulean tendrils wrapped around his ankle, pulling him forward, Y/N used her other hand to lift him up, the blue energy surrounding his body, working its way from the inside out. 

“I told you to stay away” He whispered through groans of pain. 

“You know better than anyone that I don’t listen.” Y/N snarked, crushing several of the drones and technical gear surrounding him. 

“That’s why you’re such a disappointment, honey” 

Her powers dissipated, and her father disappeared into the darkness.

“No, no no no no no no, NO!” She yelled over and over as the familiar illusions overtook her. 

Enclosed walls surrounded her, the musty smell of the church overtaking her senses. Her breath quickened at the enveloping sight.

“Really, it’s quite pathetic how you thought you could escape me” Quentin’s voice echoed, the illusion pushing and pulling her from their old apartment to the rainy streets of New York, and finally to the London Square they had spent so much time in before moving. 

“My sweet little Y/N, always running from her true place” Lightning flashed as she crashed to the ground, moaning in pain as she gazed upon two statues above her. The fishbowl was easy to make out, her father was glorifying himself, but the other… 

“My Side”

The other was her, eyes glowing with arms crossed, an evil smirk plastered into the marble. Y/N scrambled up, running away, her own tendril protruding from the statue, wrapping itself around her ankle, pulling her back into the illusion. 

“I’m never going to be like you!” She screamed into the void, crawling away, the thick smoke dissolving into a familiar scene.

“Oh, but honey,” Her father commented, “You already are.”

Two scenes one right after the other. Quentin and Peter overlooking Prague. Y/N and Peter overlooking Venice. The unusual bursts of energy as she fought off the molten man. The way they set their jaw. The anger that resides in both of them. The lies, the lies, the lies, the lies, the lies.

“You are more me than I could’ve hoped for. You lie and cheat to achieve your goals.”

She was back on the bus, the smell of sweat weaving itself through her nose, while the air conditioning left goosebumps up and down her arms. Her own hands were working against her will, grasping the EDITH glasses. Lying to Peter. Betraying her friend’s trust. Her chest twisted as she relived the action. 

 “Oh, how you lie. You’ve told so many lies you could fill an encyclopedia” 

A book of his own design fell atop her before dissipating into darkness, each containing a lie she had uttered to her closest supporters. 

Her living situation. 

Her family circumstances. 

She coughed at the impact, her now damaged lungs burning every time she took a breath.

“You’ve lied to everybody. Your best friend” 

A thick smoky tendril pierced through MJ’s heart.

“The woman who took you in”

May Parker joined the scene. 

Her heart twisted.

“Even the boy you care so much for” 

She was pulled to a stop in front of Peter, his mask torn, shrapnel embedded deep in his face, blood pouring from his abdomen. “No” She let out a strangled yell, saltwater burning her lips as it trailed down her cheeks. Eyes burning, she held Peter in her arms, not knowing if this was real or not. 

“Y/N” He struggled to get out, “How--how could you do it?”

“Peter I’m sorry,” Y/N sobbed, her own voice unrecognizable. 

“Why didn’t you save me?” 

Betrayal filled his eyes, squinting the the girl before him, flinching every time she moved closer.

She shook her head, speechless at the accusation, “I tried--”

His hand wrapped around her neck, latching onto the vocal cords, hatred gleaming in Peter’s innocent brown eyes. “Not hard enough”

From his hands, a shock collar latched itself around her throat, his last act before Peter drew his final breath. He remained limp in her arms. Even if she knew it wasn’t real, the pain was. 

“Stop it!” She cried out, clawing at the collar around her neck. An electric shock burned through her, muscles spasming from the aftershock. Her body convulsed against her will, screams involuntarily leaving her mouth. She looked up to see her Father holding the gun that had killed Peter. He cocked it once again, aiming the pistol at a familiar face. 

Her Mother’s shadowy figure only looked up at Quentin, accepting the challenge.

“Every time you lie, you are killing those around you, for what? Your own selfish motives? Your mother would be ashamed of you.”

Bang!

Blood pooled on the ground, her mother’s face hidden by shadow, the head of curls unmistakable. 

The scene replayed itself over and over until Peter took her mother’s place. She moved to get up, to use her powers, to do anything, but each time she did, the collar would go off, weakening her muscles further and further. 

“This is what they would relegate you to. A dog needing to be kept on a leash. But with me, I would let you be free. With me your lies would be triumphs, with me, you would be a hero undreamt of. You are my daughter, and you belong with me.”

Her father’s image warped until it wasn’t him holding the gun anymore. 

It was her. 

Pointing it directly at Peter’s head, cocking the bullet, ready to fire. 

“You are exactly like me”

An idea sprung in her head and she crawled forward, using her newfound adrenaline to push Peter out of the way, grasping the gun and pointing it at herself. 

“So do it then” She taunted weakly, her voice hoarse, “Kill me.”

The illusion began to dissolve until she was surrounded by black, her father standing above her, gun drawn against her head, his eyes alight with fear.

“No matter the consequences right?” She uttered bitterly, tears falling from her face. 

A moment passed. 

Then another. 

The cool barrel sent waves of fear through her. It would be over soon. Finally, all of this would end and she would be free. Even if she was scared to go, a part of her wanted so badly to.

She waited. 

Watching his bright blue eyes. Watching the conflict unfold behind them.

His breath hitched.

His hands shook.

He couldn’t do it. No matter what he wanted. He couldn’t kill his little girl. 

The gun dropped and Y/N let out a breath. 

Something lurched in her stomach, something that she barely had any time to register before she was thrown to the side, a drone launching her out of the building and directly into the pole of the Ferris wheel. The smoke cleared and all she saw was her own father collapsed on the pavement. 

Her vision went black.

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Part Thirteen: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10. 11. 12.

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Summary: Our kids finally stop dancing around their feelings!!

Warnings: A little bit of angst. Swearing.

Notes: Things are slowing down a bit, but that’s only because I wanted this to be its own moment and it's so cute how could I not? Also, I figured I owed you guys some happy moments after last week.

All Y/N could do was watch as Happy stitched up the boy she had come to...no she can’t say that yet. She didn’t know if she could ever say it. But how could she not? When he sat there, hair flopped over his face, brown eyes looking more and more like a puppy. 

When he had almost sacrificed his life trying to do the right thing. When he had gone to fucking space to make sure the human race survived. 

Of course, she felt the way she did. It’s a wonder no one else had come to the same conclusion. Even before she found out his secret, she had suspected something else was behind her endless curiosity surrounding the teen. Maybe it was the way he seemed to drift off in class like he had always known the answers. Maybe it was the nervous smile that crossed his cheeks every time he interacted with her. 

Y/N had been in love with Peter Parker long before she knew he was Spiderman. 

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Peter burst, scrunching his face at Happy, “How-how can I relax? I trusted Beck! I gave him the only thing I have to remember Mr. Stark by and now he's going to kill all my friends and half of Europe so please, don't tell me to relax!”

Silence hung in the room.

Happy looked at a loss for words. He wanted to say something, but Y/N also could tell that he didn’t want to make the situation worse. 

She stood up, slowly making her way toward Peter, taking the seat next to him. 

Y/N grasped his hand gingerly, whispering, “Breathe in five, hold six, breathe out seven.”

Peter met her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy surrounding his own. He collapsed into her shoulder, murmuring, “I just really miss him.”

All Y/N could do was hold Peter, her chest constricting at the sight of the boy she loved breaking down in her arms. “I know, I know” She murmured softly, running her hand through his hair. 

“It’s okay to break down peter.” She continued, “You’re not god. You’re human, like the rest of us.”

He broke free of the embrace, tears staining his pale face. “I--I have to be strong enough. I have to be like Mr. Stark--”

“You’re not Tony” Happy interjected, “Tony had his own problems and doubts all the time. And I--” The teens watched as Happy choked up, “I don’t think he would’ve done what he did if he didn’t think you were going to be around after he was gone.”

Peter nodded, his hand still entwined with Y/N’s. 

“We will get through this” Y/N encouraged, a small smile crossing her face. “We’ll find a way to keep MJ and Ned safe, We’ll find a way to stop this. You aren’t the only one Mysterio tricked Peter. You don’t have to do this alone”

She caught his frightened gaze before flickering her own slightly downward. Butterflies jumped in her stomach, her heart pounded against her chest as she moved her eyes back to meet his, something hopeful lingering in the flecks of brown. 

“Thank you” Peter choked out, “For being there for me. I’m sorry I ever, I ever thought--”

Y/N scanned the teen’s face, hoping for anything beside despair. “It’s okay” She replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, “He did it to me too.”

“Beck made me think you only cared about me because you were working for him,” Peter continued, eyes downcast, his fingers playing with Y/N’s hand. “I should’ve known better, but It felt so real and I--”

Lips crashed onto his, catching the teen by surprise. “I care about you, Peter Parker,” Y/N smiled, “Not my dad, not his project, but you. Is that real enough for you?”

He moved back against his will, the sudden gesture sending the blood rushing to Y/N’s face, her eyebrow creased in fear, eyes filled with hope. It all made sense to him now. 

He moved forward, pushing his lips on hers, the awkward movement of their faces lasting much shorter than he thought it did. When they pulled away, they weren’t two superheroes with the weight of the world on their shoulders. They were just two teenagers exploring their feelings with bright smiles on their faces. 

“I uh, I meant to give you this in Paris” Peter announced, reaching into his pants pocket, “But I suppose since that trip is canceled…” He pulled the necklace that had been burning holes in his pocket since that night in Venice in front of him, the bright sunflower glistening in the fluorescent light of the jet. 

Y/N’s chest swelled at the gesture, a wide smile breaking out on her face. “A sunflower” She commented. 

“Yeah because your favorite painting is--” “The sunflower series” Y/N smiled, surprised the small information had managed to stick in Peter’s head. Did this mean that he felt the same way? But what about MJ? Wasn’t he still planning on pursuing her? 

“Thank you,” She asked, pushing the insecure thought out of her head,  hoping the necklace meant what she thought it meant. 

Peter blushed at the grateful expression, “Of--of course. I mean, you, uh, you definitely deserve it especially after all--”

“Peter?” Y/N interrupted, saving the poor teen from a long-winded explanation, “I love it.” 

“Hey lovebirds” Happy interjected from the cockpit, a smirk stretching across his face “I hate to break up this tender moment, but I really need to know where we’re headed.”

“London” Y/N answered, pulling her hair out from the chain that was latched around her neck, the sunflower dangling near her chest. “That’s where he plans to strike next. I’ll need the Virus to shut down the drones, so I’ll go find MJ and Ned.”

“Wait, wait wait wait,” Peter interrupted, “You got them involved?” Y/N sighed, “I gave MJ the USB with the virus on it, so I need to get it back from them.”

“You dragged them into this?” Peter asked incredulously, standing up from the seat.

“You just focus on finding Beck and keeping him distracted.” Y/N commanded, setting her plan into motion. “And technically, you dragged them into this by keeping your identity poorly hidden”

“Hey!” Peter objected, trying to defend himself from the retort. He shook his head, “If anything happens to them--”

“Nothing will, I promise.” Y/N continued, rubbing her hands up and down his arms “Do you think I would willingly put MJ and Ned in danger?”

Peter stood there speechless, trying to gather his thoughts together.

”MJ is my best friend” Y/N defended, “She’s going to be fine.”

”I mean, to be fair,” Peter replied, “I did think you were trying to kill me like, thirty minutes ago.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling involuntarily at the spiderling’s humor. “You need to get ready” She pushed his shoulder playfully, her chest swelling with happiness.

“I’ll need a suit,” Peter said in response. “My old one--”

“Say no more” Happy cut off, pressing a button, showcasing a built-in lab. Y/N ignored the irritative jealously pulsing through her chest and reached into her bag, pulling out her computer, using EDITH’s software to track her father, while Peter built his suit. 

Happy gazed at the two of them, the pair reminding him of a similar couple he had known for several years. He hoped these two had a happier ending.

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Part Seventeen. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 

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Final word count: 24.8k

Summary: The kids escape from the trip of hell and finally find some peace back home.

Warnings: Anger issues. Threats.

Notes: Man so this is it. This is the end and final chapter of this amazing series. Thank you all so much for commenting and liking and reblogging. Please remember that while she and Peter are the main ship, this is Y/N’s story. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of the Killing Kind. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Y/N ignored her limp wrist as she made her way to the hotel Mr. Harrington had decided to book last second. She didn’t want to think about how her mother might not be human. She didn’t want to think about her dad locked up in a high profile prison, legally dead to the rest of the world. She didn’t want to think about the fact that the board at her dad’s failing company needed her as the next CEO. 

She just wanted to collapse onto a fluffy bed and sleep off the pain that spun through her body. 

“Thank god you’re alright!” MJ’s body crashed into hers, the extra momentum sending her spinning. Y/N pulled away, meeting her friend’s red eyes. “I was so worried I would never see you again.”

Y/N stood there, staring at MJ. She was alive. She was here. She was safe. She was real. Y/N pulled her back in for a hug, tears escaping involuntarily.

“Oh my god you’re real” She whispered, voice breaking. “You’re here and you’re real and you’re safe.”

MJ sighed, a smile crawling across her face in relief. “I was worried you would leave me alone with that sweaty guy forever.”

The pair chuckled, pulling away to share a wide smile, tears mirroring each other on both girl’s cheeks. 

“Told you I’d be back” Y/N joked, laughter exploding from her chest. Ned gave her a small pat on her shoulder, reassurance. But she didn’t see the person she was worried about most. “Where’s Peter?”

Ned piped up with the answer, “He’s in his room. May called him, wanted to make sure he was okay after everything.”

Y/N nodded, making her way up the stairs. 

“Y/N wait!” MJ called, racing up after her. “I uh, I wanted to say that uh,”

Y/N smirked at her attempt to be more vulnerable. 

“I’m really grateful to have you as a friend,” MJ said, before turning to head toward her room, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

Y/N let out a breath, and she knocked on Peter’s door. The beaten-up boy stood there, phone in hand, EDITH on his face. 

“Hey” He breathed.

“Hey” Y/N replied. “Can I come in?” Peter nodded his head, stuttering out an invitation, hastily tidying up what little belongings he had left after the explosion. They stood there, hormones raging as the two tried to figure out their feelings internally. 

They had kissed on the plane.

He had given her a necklace. But what did it mean?

“Peter–” She was cut off with a quick kiss. Soft and awkward.

“That uh, that necklace means what you think it means,” Peter confessed bashfully. 

She fingered the small charm, placing a kiss near the corner of his mouth before wrapping her arms around him. They stayed that way the rest of the night, snuggling together on the bed, their shared trauma keeping them both awake, but the comfort of their embrace allowing them to fall asleep.

***

The plane ride back was going to be long if the way Betty and Flash were staring at her was any indication. She didn’t plan on accidentally revealing her powers to the two, but she seriously had no idea that they were going to be there with MJ and Ned.

“Everything okay?” Peter’s voice asked. 

Y/N stared at her now-boyfriend, grabbing his hand in earnest, plastering a smile on her face. Pretending like her dad wasn’t still alive. Pretending that SHIELD hadn’t just confirmed that everything her father had said was true after testing her DNA for any traces of Aliens. 

They couldn’t even pinpoint where she was from. Just that her energy signature matched Thor’s. 

“Yeah,” She lied, “Everything’s fine.”

She leaned into Peter’s shoulder, her eye-catching MJ shuffling in next to Mr. Harrington and the other chaperone who had been converted to witchcraft over the course of the trip. 

“I uh, I have to do something,” Y/N told Peter, who saw where her eyes were. 

“Go ahead,” Peter encouraged, “I’ll uh, I’ll take one for the team.”

Y/N smiled widely, pecking Peter’s cheek while she approached Mr. Harrington.

“Um, Mr. Harrington?” She nervously caught her teacher’s attention. 

“Y/N!” He replied, “Is everything okay?”

She shared an apologetic look with Peter. “Actually no, I think Peter’s perfume allergies are acting up around me and I was wondering if I could sit next to MJ”

“Say no more” Harrington stood up immediately, taking Y/N’s former seat, allowing the girl to sit next to her best friend.

“Trouble in paradise?” MJ asked, pulling her earbuds out. 

Y/N smirked, “Actually, I just can’t stand him. Needed an excuse to get out of there” She joked, grateful this trip hadn’t ruined the one relationship that mattered to her.

MJ chuckled at the sarcastic humor, offering her dual port to the girl as a peace offering. Y/N took it.

“So which true-crime documentary do you wanna watch today?” MJ asked, scrolling through the movie options.”We got Gacey, Lizzie Borden, Ted Bundy,”

“Oh Bundy for sure” Y/N replied, leaning into the taller girl’s shoulder. “His whole case just proves why assholes shouldn’t be allowed in our legal system.”

MJ clicked on the movie and the two girls snuggled in as the plane took off. 

“Hey” MJ nudged her friend’s shoulder, Y/N perked up.”Do you think Peter would be able to give me a ride one of these days?”

Y/N shoved her best friend’s shoulder playfully, the two giggling as they made their way home.

Summary: Y/N helps Spiderman after the hoard of reporters won’t leave him alone. Something seems familiar about him, yet she can’t quite put her finger on it. When the rally ends, she receives a surprise visitor. 

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks, Small Violence, mild Tony Stark related angst

Notes: There really isn’t too much plot here, because, like the movie, it takes a while to get into everything, but everything always comes back, so pay attention.

“And Thank you Spiderman!” May called from the stage, gesturing to the webbed superhero, who gave a small thumbs up before disappearing behind the stage with May. 

(Y/n) didn’t know how May was able to contact the slinging superhero, but she was thankful she did, it helped give the shelter more credit. 

“Thank you so much for coming out” (Y/n) announced over the mic, “Spiderman will be out in a few moments for pictures and questions.”

She ignored the groans coming from the press and continued to answer as many questions as humanly possible. 

“(Y/N)!” A childish voice reached her ears as a small mass collided into her legs, arms wrapping around her hips.

“Hey, Liv,” (Y/N) responded, returning the eight-year old’s hug. “How’s Mom and Dad doing?”

The child’s face broke out into a smile, “Mommy’s great! She just got a new job, so I don’t really see her all that much, but daddy takes care of me all the time.”

A chuckle escaped (y/n)’s mouth as the little girl continued to ramble on about her new home life. 

“How about you?” Liv asked, blue eyes sparkling, “Have you found a place to live yet?”

(Y/N) froze at the question, looking around to make sure nobody was listening before leaning down. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?”

The girl’s eyes lit up at that prospect and she nodded her head vigorously. 

(Y/N) leaned closer to whisper, “I’ve found a home too,”

“Really?” The girl broke out into a wide smile, “Where? Where? Where?”

(Y/N) hesitated. She hated lying to the girl she’d come to know over the past five years, but she knew her dad was probably sneaking around her somewhere, tapping her phone to listen in on her conversation. “Um, It’s a secret right now.” (Y/N) lied guilt pooling in her stomach at the frown on the little girl’s face.

“Oh,” Liv replied, all the excitement gone.

“But!” (Y/N) continued, an idea sparking, “It’s only a secret because I’m helping spiderman, and he doesn’t want anyone knowing where he works.”

“That’s so cool!” Liv exclaimed, “I’m gonna go tell Daddy that you know spiderman!”

(Y/n) smiled as the curly hair bounced away from her, running toward a dark-haired pair conversing with several more reporters desperate to gain more knowledge of how the Blip had ruined people’s lives.  

She still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. That Tony Stark was dead. That MJ had disappeared. That the Avengers were gone. 

Well, not gone, but they certainly weren’t anywhere to be seen. Not that she could blame them. The Blip had caused so many people to doubt their own safety, to doubt what they had been exposed to. People kept crying out for help in places they didn’t need it. No wonder the Avengers wanted a break. She guessed that’s why they recruited Spiderman.  Someone to keep the neighborhood safe. 

“No-no- please, um I’m not--” a familiar voice rang through her thoughts, pulling her toward the stage. It was Spiderman. And the hounding reporters. 

“Hey!” (Y/N) called, anger rising at the crowd of reporters enclosing Spiderman. She tore through them seamlessly, breaking through them until she landed directly in front of the webbed superhero. “Spiderman will not be taking any more questions for the rest of the night. Thank you.”

She grasped his wrist, leading him away from the reporters back behind the stage once more. 

“Hey,” She asked, her anger melting into concern, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m uh, absolutely fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Spiderman’s voice sounded eerily familiar, but she shoved that thought out of her head as she grasped his other hand. 

“Don’t let them get to you” (Y/N) urged, reminded of her father’s dealings with the paparazzi, “Reporters only want one thing: a good story. And local superhero becomes next Iron Man is the only one they’re pursuing now.”

“I’m not..uh..I’m not the next Iron Man” The masked caper replied, hesitancy littering his voice. 

A small smile crossed (y/n)’s face. “That’s good to know, we need someone like you protecting our streets.”

A small chuckle left Spiderman’s mask, and (Y/N) smiled at the sound. Hardly anyone had laughed since the Blip, and it was nice to hear it from the mouth of a superhero. 

“Look,” She continued, “I gotta go, but I want you to do something for me okay?” 

Spiderman nodded. 

“Breathe in for five seconds, hold for six, and exhale for seven,” (Y/N) explained, recalling the tactic she had been using since she was eight. “I want you to do to that three times okay?”

Spiderman nodded, and she released her grip on his hands, grabbing her bag and slinging it around her shoulder. 

She turned to walk away when she recalled a long-ago conversation with her father, regarding the fate of Tony Stark and the plans he had put into place. 

“For the record!” She called back, watching him stiffen, “I think you’d make a great Iron Man.”

***

The bells had been dormant and the church empty for years before (Y/N) moved in. She knew it was the last place her father would look and the last place he expected her to be. 

After the unexpected drop in at the warehouse three months ago, she had spent the next few weeks trying to find a place her father would never think of. 

Dust flew from her feet as she landed on the ground, jumping from the scaffolding she always used to enter and exit the building. 

Grasping the duffel bag she had worn earlier, (Y/N) stuffed several shirts and jeans she was having trouble deciding upon. Since MJ wasn’t exactly the best person to ask for fashion advice, she hoped May would help make up for all those years her mother threw away when she dropped (Y/N) on her father’s doorstep. 

A chill ran through the church, sending the hairs on the back of her neck rising. She grit her teeth and set her jaw as the blue dagger manifested out of nothing. She grasped the bare handle and yelled, throwing it as hard as she could at the intruder, knowing exactly who had followed her here. 

“Well, that’s one way to greet your old man isn’t it?” Quentin Beck smirked, dodging the weapon, blue eyes gleaming. 

Part One Part Three

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Part Twelve. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10.11.

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Summary: Y/N calls in a favor. Peter realizes the consequences of his actions and refuses to forgive a friend. 

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. 

Notes: Thank you all so much for the amazing love and feedback you guys have been leaving! It makes my heart sing whenever I get a new comment or follow so thank you! AHHH this chapter hurts me.

When the shuttle left the next day Y/N didn’t get on it. Not while she knew Peter was somewhere in Berlin, facing her father alone. 

“Here, take this” Y/N grasped MJ’s hand, sneaking the thumb drive into her palm. “Keep it safe, it’s the only thing that could stop Mysterio.”

“Wait,” MJ grabbed her friend’s bicep, “You’re not coming with us?”

Guilt pressed against her chest. She had already wasted so much time on this trip trying to tie up her familial problems, she had hardly spent any time with MJ other than Venice and this last night. 

“No,” Y/N confessed, “I’m going after Peter, I need to make sure he’s okay.”

MJ pulled her in for a hug, “Be careful okay?” the girl pleaded. Y/N nodded, reassuring her friend that she would be okay. As she dialed the familiar number, she was thankful for EDITH’s encryption abilities. 

“Y/N?” MJ called from the door. The teen turned around, facing the scared eyes of her best friend, “For the record, I don’t care who your dad is, even after all this.”

Her breath stopped. 

MJ knew. Of course, MJ knew. Anyone would be able to put the pieces together. Of course, her true-crime obsessed friend would be able to figure it out faster than anyone. She was surprised it took her this long actually. 

She sent a smile before retreating back into the hotel, watching as the bus pulled away, carrying her friends to safety. 

Her phone picked up, the familiar voice of May Parker soothing any anxiety she had begun to feel. 

“Y/N?” The worried Aunt replied, sleepiness evident in her tone. “Is everything alright?”

“Hi May” She answered, taking a deep breath, “No, everything isn’t. I’m actually here to tell you about Peter.”

****

He collapsed on the leather seat of the highspeed train. His eyes closing as he let out a grunt of pain, his lungs burning. 

He had lied to him. She had lied to him. Some friends they turned out to be. Peter scoffed, immediately regretting it as pain burst across his side at the small action. He had trusted the Becks and they let them down. His biggest fear realized. 

Do you honestly think she actually cared about you? She was only there because I asked her to. She was only your friend because she was helping me. 

Mysterio’s words rang over and over in his head, the confirmation making sense of Y/N’s recent actions. Her sudden friendship with Peter. The show she had put on in Prague. Her interest in EDITH. He bet her powers were all part of the illusion as well. 

Maybe none of it was real. Maybe he was back in Queens, sound asleep in his bed, and all of this was a bad nightmare. 

Yes, he decided, consciousness slowly drifting off. That’s what it was. Just a nightmare. And when he woke up he would be home.

***

It wasn’t a nightmare he quickly realized. It was real. 

He was in a holding cell in the nicest country in the world, wearing nothing but black pants that put more than necessary pressure on his groin and an oversized orange shirt that stuck out like a sore thumb. Yep. This definitely wasn’t a dream. 

The lock of the cell broke open, his super strength finally coming in handy. It amazed him how he could just walk out of the door, asking for a phone and not be stopped by anyone. 

By the time the Jet touched down in the tulip field, Peter had decided that he would come back and visit the Netherlands again one day under happier circumstances.

He could’ve cried from relief when he saw Happy race down the steps of the plane. But he knew better. 

“Tell me something only you would know” was his only request, his chest twisting at the memory of Y/N saying it a day ago. 

“Remember when we were in Germany?” Happy offered, “And you ordered a Pay per view movie but I could tell by the price on the bill that it was an adult film--”

“Okay okay, it's you!” Peter yelled, his face flushed as he collapsed into the teddy bear-like arms of the man who had come to his rescue. Footsteps on metal broke the embrace apart and the familiar pair of sneakers sent his heart rate spiking. 

“Peter?” Y/N’s soft voice asked, her eyes wide in relief. 

Peter stepped back at the sight of the girl he had come to care for this past week. “What is she doing here?” Happy looked between the pair. “She was the one who told us about you, kid.”

He shook his head in fear, stepping back as Y/N moved forward. Her face switched from relieved to crestfallen, a tear brushing the edge of her eye. She was an amazing actress, he’d give her that. 

“Stay away from me” He commanded. 

Y/N tilted her head, shrinking back at the raised voice. Peter’s mind filled itself with the illusion Mysterio had sprung upon him. Pitting Y/N against him and his friends, dropping MJ herself off that tower, before using her powers to toss Peter into a wall, confirming her father’s words.

Her father.

The man who threw him in front of a high-speed train. 

“What did he do to you?” Y/N asked, heeding Peter’s command. 

“You mean what did you do to me?” Peter spat, malice coating his voice. “I know everything Y/N. I know you’re helping out Mysterio.”

She crossed her arms in a defensive position, her jaw setting itself in the familiar way her father did. “Why would I be here if I was helping out Mysterio?” She challenged, “Why would I create the virus? Why would I call May and Happy? Why would I come after you, Peter?” 

He was speechless at that. He wanted to chalk it up to espionage. Tell himself that she had lied about her family, her reason for wanting EDITH. He wanted to throw all the lies she had ever told him back in her face, but when he met her narrowed eyes, he couldn’t. 

“This is what Beck does Peter” Y/N explained, “He lies. He turns people against each other so he can rise above. He wants you not to trust me because he knows he can kill you if you have no one.”

Peter remained silent at the explanation. “How do you know?”

He knew how she knew. He knew Mysterio was probably lying about Y/N. He wanted nothing more than to believe her. But he needed to hear the words leave her mouth. 

“Because” She paused, shrinking at the thought of telling him, “Because Mysterio’s my father. Because he’s been doing it to me since I was eight years old.”

Peter let out a sigh of relief, limping toward the teenager, embracing her tightly. She was real and she was here and she was on his side. She had called Happy. She had told Aunt May everything was okay. She had told him the truth. 

He smiled into her neck, tears of relief dripping onto her shoulder. 

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Part Fifteen

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Summary: They enter the fight and Y/N and Peter finally face the man who has been ruining their lives for the past two weeks.

Warnings: Violence, abuse, manipulation, parent on child violence, swearing.

Notes: Y’all buckle up cause this is the climax of the story, which means that this one is loooong. If you want a song to listen to, please, please choose The Killing Kind, which is the main inspiration behind this series.

“Fury’s got the coded message” Happy announced running over to the couple. “Your friends are on the London Bridge. How’s the suit coming?” “Great” Peter announced, “Almost finished”

“And the drones?” Happy turned toward Y/N.

The teen swiveled around, “About thirty minutes before they’re back online again.”

Happy nodded, repressing a smile at the ease the two worked with. 

“Look Happy,” Peter began, “If something happens to me--” “You’ll make it back kid” Happy interjected, confidence radiating from him. “Now walk me through the plan again.”

Peter laid out the carefully constructed idea, “I know it's illusion tech right? And we know we can get inside. So all I need to do is get inside the illusion and find Beck, distracting him long enough for Y/N to retrieve and deliver the virus,”

Y/N jumped in, “And then while Peter is taking on Beck, who is human like everyone else, I’ll slip in and keep him in place long enough for Peter to take back EDITH.” Happy nodded, “Right, but last time you got hit by a train and he used a shock collar on you.”

Y/N shuddered at the memory before announcing the second part of their plan. “Right, but the virus will disable most of the drones’ illusion capabilities.”

“Plus” Peter added, “I uh, how do I explain this, I have like a sixth sense.”

“The Peter Tingle,” Y/N and Happy replied in unison.

Peter set his jaw in frustration at the name. “Yeah, that.”

“But it’s not working,” Y/N continued, “At least, that's what May was saying, and that’s what I heard.”

“It’s not--I mean it is--” Peter stuttered.

“Great!” Happy interrupted, “I’ll go save your friends with Y/N, and you get the Peter Tingle online.”

Peter closed his eyes in frustration again before meeting the playful look Y/N was sending. 

“You sure we can do this?” Peter asked, grabbing Y/N’s hands in his own.

She smiled at him, “Of course we can. Together.” 

They shared a quick peck before turning back to their assignments, Peter putting the last touches on his suit, while Y/N finished coding what she could using EDITH. 

“You might need this,” Happy offered a soft leather jacket to the girl, the bright teal matching the same hue of her powers. Y/N smiled at the older man, letting him know how much this meant to her. “May’s idea” was all he said before heading back to the cockpit. 

She slid the jacket over her shoulders pulling her hair from the collar, the soft material fitting like a glove. She stood before Peter in his new suit, not as teenagers. Not as a couple. But as superheroes ready to fight for the ones they loved. 

She could see the storm brewing above the bridge, grasping on tight to Peter as he stuck to the outside of the plane.

She could practically hear her father’s stupid voice in her ear.

Now’s that’s an avengers level threat. Or something dumb like that.

“Alright Comms check,” Happy’s tinny voice whispered in her ear. “Can you kids hear me?” “Yep,” Peter yelled, “Just a little windy out here!”

“A little?” Y/N snarked, a smirk on her face. 

Peter shrugged as he debated the realness of the storm with Happy before flying further upward.

“You know” Y/N continued to relieve the tension, “We should recreate this position later. In much better circumstances of course”

“Remind me and I’ll do it,” Peter yelled back.

“Hey!” Happy’s voice perched, “No flirting on the Comms you hear me?”

 The couple shared a giggle before dropping off the plane and into the illusion. They plummeted to the ground, somersaulting the air several times before Peter hooked his web to the tower bridge, swinging Y/N forward, allowing her to tumble gracefully onto the debris scattered landmark. 

“See you in a few” She whispered before running after her friends. She threw tendril after tendril moving car after car out of her way. Drones attacked her from all angles while one hand was held behind her, ensuring her shield stayed up behind her. 

The newly constructed device on her arm showed exactly where Happy had touched down. Her friends had moved. 

“EDITH” She ordered, “Stop all drone activity in that area”

“Yes Y/N.”

She flew upward, the blue energy propelling her forward as she tackled the drones her father shot back at her. She had faith any shots would be non-lethal. He couldn’t kill the only family he had left. Not while his blood ran in her veins. 

She landed right in front of the Tower, early enough to see her dad’s weapons enter the vault.

Her blasts landed, tearing each drone to pieces. She projected the protective energy in front of her, shielding against the bullets that could pierce her skin and turn it red. These are her friends, this is her family and she’ll be damned if she couldn’t save them. 

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice shouted in her ear, “You got the virus yet?”

“On it” She growled, sweat dripping from her brow as her body warmed from the energy charging up. She expelled it forward, holding the drones in stasis before crumpling them to dust. Her father would not take the only family she had left from her. 

“Y/N!” MJ collapsed into her best friend, the two girls ignoring the weird looks from Flash and Betty.

She smiled into her friend’s shoulder, holding back tears of relief at the sight of MJ alive and well. Of MJ here, alive, ready to fight beside her. 

“Here,” The taller girl offered the USB, “I kept it safe just like you asked.”

Y/N kissed MJ’s cheek, “Oh my god thank you so much” The two girls shared one more look with each other before Y/N uttered one last command. “The fight’s not done yet, I need you guys to take cover with Happy until this is over”

“Are you working with Spiderman too?” Flash asked excitedly, his Instagram still running. 

Y/N nodded, a chuckle escaping her at the look of awe on his face.

“Wow” Flash continued sheepishly, “Uh, I’m uh, I’m sorry I made fun of you for so long.”

“It’s okay Flash” Y/N forgave the poor kid before turning back to her friends. “It’s not safe out there for you guys and I only managed to stall the drones until I get the virus in. I need you guys to lay low.”

“Don’t worry kid” Happy interjected, “I’ll take care of them.” The teen flashed a grateful smile at him before turning around to face her father.

She was stopped by a soft hand on her forearm. “Y/N wait,” MJ called, fear seeping across her face. “I, uh, I really, um,” She cleared her throat, “Just come back, promise?”

Y/N pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, “I will. Those five years were hell, I’m not spending any more without you.”

MJ nodded, ushering the rest of her classmates into the sealed vault. 

***

“Why the hell have half of my drones stopped working?” Quentin shouted into the comm.

“I have no idea, sir,” the former Stark employee becoming more incompetent by the minute. “But the projection is almost online” Quentin watched as his drones pushed Peter Parker further into the water, and he felt a sigh of relief. “I don’t know how you’re going to spin this one” his employee continued. 

He smirked. Soon the world would be his. Everyone would know his name. Everyone would listen to him. And if it took a couple human casualties, well then so be it. 

“Uh, sir” William interjected his fantasy, “Sir, our power dropped by 75 percent”

“What?” Quentin raged, “How?” A familiar voice was his answer.

“Hello, daddy” Y/N called, watching as he whipped around, surprise crossing his face at the sight of his daughter holding one of his illusion drones, a small thumb drive parked in the weapon.

“Surprise.” She exclaimed. 

Quentin’s stomach dropped.

***

Y/N had to admit, seeing the shock on her father’s usually passive face filled her up with so much serotonin she was pretty sure it cured her depression. A smile replaced his shock, and Y/N threw the drone behind her, a protective glyph etched into the material.

“Edith” She announced, “Target Quentin Beck”

“EDITH!” Quentin wrestled, “cancel that order”

The two Becks wrestled with control, yelling order after order until Beck was close enough to grasp his daughter's wrist. She winced in pain as he twisted, ripping the device off her arm before throwing her to the ground in a rage. His face contorted, twisting until the crazy refused to leave his eyes, uttering another command to the AI.

Y/N found herself engulfed in darkness. She pushed herself up, using what little strength she had to push her wrist back into place, twisting it once, twice, making sure that every bit of pain ran through her body before she faced the man who had been her abuser her whole life. 

“This doesn't work on me anymore” She called, gathering energy in her fists. “You can convince me as much as you want it doesn't change the fact”

She walked forward, the virus allowing her to glimpse the slightest bit of white paint on the device. Her powers reached forward, throwing them behind her, the image failing as each drone fell out of formation until finally, she was before her father. 

Y/N channeled her anger forward, going against everything her father had ever taught her. “You told me I was worthless, that I was nothing.” 

She felt the sweat drip down her back, energy charging up until her eyes swirled blue. 

“You called me a child, useless, you told me that I was nothing more than a battery. A way for you to achieve your goals. You used me until I served no more purpose. You held a gun to my head. You threatened to leave. You used your own tech against me. You put a collar on me to prove a point!” 

She was at full capacity.

“You manipulated me, using my mother, my emotions, my nature against me! You have never cared for anyone but yourself.” 

Y/N expelled the energy forward, twisting her fingers as she worked her magic through his body. The energy slithering from blood vessel to blood vessel until she found his heart. His bright beating heart. His stupidly fragile heart. She poured into his organ, placing pressure on the fleshy body part until it felt ready to burst.

“Which is why I’ll never ever be like you”

Her powers were cut off, and a familiar dropping sensation filling her stomach. Her throat constricted while her father’s crazed voice whispered against her ear.

“You never have been. That's why you fail.”

Y/N struggled against her father’s vice-like grip, holding his daughter flush to his stupid MoCap suit encased body as Peter crashed upward onto the bridge.

“Let her go Beck!” He yelled.

She could feel her father’s growing smirk behind her hair. “I don’t think so Peter,” His grip grew tighter. 

“Beck please” Peter urged, “You don’t wanna do this. Not to your only family left.”

Quentin’s face broke into a smile. Finally realizing the gravity of the situation to Peter. “Uh Oh. Looks like Spiderman caught feelings.” He turned his face toward his daughter’s, squeezing tighter until all breath was sealed off, “What do you know honey? Looks like dreams do come true.”

“One last time Beck” Peter moved forward, voice growing darker. “Let. Her. Go.”

“You kids are so predictable you know that?” 

Darkness engulfed all three of them and Y/N felt his grip loosen slightly. She grasped his arm, twisting it before pulling him forward, his scream echoing through the glass chamber. She swung her leg around, pushing her foot on his shoulder, forcing him further down.

“Just do it!” He screamed, EDITH complying with whatever order he had uttered. All Y/N could see was red. Glimpses of her life passed her by.

Her first robot. Her dad playing video games with her. Teaching her the difference between Linux and C++, him finding out about her powers.

Whack! She slammed her foot into his gut.

 Him placing her in a room with his drones like some fucked up test. Her coming back with bruises and scraped and bullet holes all down her body. Her birthday cakes turning into birthday experiments. Each an illusion or a drone set there to test her powers. 

She twisted his arm, relishing in the scream that filled her ears.

Him facing her himself. Using her love for him against her. Forcing her to attend MIdtown high after finding out about Tony Stark’s new recruit. Forcing her to join his company after her best friends had blipped. 

She blocked his punches, returning a few with her own. The sound of skin hitting skin creating a pleasing symphony.

How he gradually pulled further and further away after his termination at Stark Industries. Her running away after trying to rope her into his schemes one last time. The illusions, the manipulation, the guilt, everything about it fueled the red that entered her vision. 

She held him down again, one thought on her mind.

Her father never cared for her. 

He wanted to be a god? Well too fucking bad. 

This man threw her into a Ferris wheel. This man put a shock collar on her. This man held a gun to her head. 

A gunshot went off. She froze.

Holy shit that was amazing and I loved writing every bit of it! I hope you guys enjoyed this climax as much as I did. Also, I will give a personal shout out to those who can figure out what Y/N’s superhero name is going to be. 

(Hint: It’s been mentioned in this chapter and several others) 

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Summary: Y/N and her father have always had one problem getting in the way of their relationship, and it all comes back to one source, her mother. Despite the mutation, Y/N wants to leave every aspect of that part of her life behind, but her father has other plans that rely on it.

Warning: Hella angst, especially parent related. Mild panic attack. TW: Manipulation and slight parent on child violence and TW: Abuse

Notes: This does, in fact, confirm that Y/N does have powers, and if you don’t like that twist then feel free to ask to be removed from the tag list. I chose this twist because I wanted to explore their relationship on that level, and I will not be changing it going forward. Also, holy fuck that gif DOES THINGS to me.

“What the hell do you want?” (Y/N) snapped, her eyes narrowing at the man before her, unable to fathom how he discovered her hiding place. 

Quentin tilted his head in a mock gesture of hurt, “Can’t a father visit his daughter anymore?”

(Y/N) scoffed, “You lost that right when you forced me into your schemes.”

She threw another manifested dagger at the approaching figure, watching as he dodged it once more, clicking his tongue at the poor attempt. 

“I see you’ve allowed your powers to grow weak” Quentin chastised, “Do you even remember our practice sessions?”

(Y/n) readied another dagger in her hand, “I remember enough” her hand was stopped by his palm wrapping around her wrist, causing the dagger to dissipate, unable to recall how he’d gotten over so fast. 

Her father towered over her, his bright eyes alight with mania, eyebrows lifted in a familiar expression she had seen many times during their ‘practice sessions’. He was chastising her once more, telling her that she had let him down. Again. 

“I remember nothing I ever did was good enough for you” (Y/N) strained, trying to rip her wrist out of his tight grip. “I remember you using me for your own sick weaponized project,”

“Only after the incident” Quentin defended.

“As if that made any difference,” (Y/n) continued to struggle her sunken eyes meeting her father’s crazed gaze as he threw her aside. “I was fourteen!” She screamed, massaging her wrist, “I was fourteen and you treated me like I was a piece of technology rather than your own daughter!”

“You had a gift!” Quentin replied, trying to excuse his actions, “I was helping you discover its purpose”

(Y/N) scoffed, shaking her head, “Really? Because if I recall correctly all you could think about was how I was born with this monstrosity and you weren’t”

Quentin moved forward, “Don’t call it that. You have something our family has only ever dreamed of having, and if it wasn’t for your damn mother maybe we all could’ve had it too.”

“Don’t” (Y/N) growled, voice thick with emotion, “Don’t you dare talk about her.”

Quentin closed more space between him and his daughter, anger meeting crazy in his eyes. “She left us. If she hadn’t maybe I wouldn’t have had to use you as much as I did.” He stepped forward again, digging the dagger deeper, “Maybe if you had been enough, she would’ve stayed.”

(Y/N) moved backward, tears threatening to escape at the emotional accusation. Did he think she hadn’t thought of that? That she hadn’t spent the first fourteen years of her life searching for the woman who had given her these abilities that he resented so much? That she wanted answers, same as him? 

Quentin scrunched his nose and set his jaw at the movement. His towering frame sauntered over, the last of the church light illuminating the hard look on his face, staring down at her. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

“Could’ve fooled me” (Y/N) grumbled.

Quentin took a quick look around the church before meeting his daughter’s eyes once again. “Don’t go on the trip tomorrow”

“What?” (Y/N) shook her head, making sure she was hearing him right. 

The crazy drained from Quentin’s face, “Despite what you may think, I do care about you. You’re my daughter. You’re family. Why else would I be keeping tabs on you like this?”

(Y/n) shrugged, “To try and recruit me back into your schemes.”

“I’m doing it to protect you (Y/N)!” Quentin shouted, his voice echoing up to the belltower. “I’m doing it because I care about you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, not believing any of the lies that dripped from his mouth. Her dad had never cared about anyone but himself. She knew that for a fact. This was just another attempt to try and control her, well she wouldn’t fall for it. He’d done this gambit too many times, and she’d fallen for it too many times.

“Thanks for the warning” (Y/N) responded coldly, “Now get out.”

“(Y/N)--”

“I said get out” She warned, gathering a ball of blue energy in her palms, ready to launch at her father if he so much as breathed on her. 

Quentin nodded slowly, understanding her meaning as he retreated to the open doors at the front of the church. He stopped at the open door, sending one last warning her way, “Please, Don’t go to Europe, promise me.”

She hesitated slightly before blue shot out of her palm, latching onto the door and shutting it in his face. 

(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the withered altar stairs, gripping her knees, ignoring the throbbing pain in her wrist. 

Breathe in five.

Hold for six.

Breathe out seven.

She repeated the mantra three more times before throwing a sweater over her head and slipping her sneakers on, her feet carrying her to her own entryway. She climbed the scaffolding above her, making sure to latch her feet in the right positions before continuing. Her wrist screamed in pain, but she only had one location on her mind as her feet hit the pavement. 

“Hey!” She yelled, hailing a taxi driver, “Can you get me to queens?” 

***

She sprinted up the staircase of the apartment building, landing on the third floor as her eyes searched the hallway for the treasured number. She needed to get there, she needed to talk to someone about anything, about this, about her dad’s stupid little--

Her own knock kicked her out of her thoughts, and the door swung open, revealing a confused May in her pajamas.

“(Y/N),” She asked, confusion turning to worry upon seeing the expression on the student’s face, “What’s going on, is everything okay?”

“It’s um..” She stuttered, unable to form sentences, “It’s uh...my dad, he uh, he visited me just now, um, a couple- a couple hours ago”

“Hey” May soothed, bringing in the girl for a hug, “Hey it’s going to be alright okay?” The older woman ran a hand through (Y/N)’s hair, untangling any knots that had formed. 

(Y/N) pulled away from the embrace, wiping away tears that she had accumulated on the ride here. “Thanks, May, I, uh, I needed that.”

May smiled, her eyes pitying the young girl before inviting her inside, promising a cup of tea and a listening ear.

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Part Sixteen

MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N finds her dad in a state he’s never been in before. The two have a conversation regarding family and patching up their differences.

Warnings: Mild swearing. ANGST. 

Notes: The penultimate chapter yay!!! It’s not very action-packed, but neither is the ending of the movie so...This is a lot more Quentin x Y/N focused more than anything and soon our beloved couple will be ripped apart thanks to well...the mid-credits scene.

“You can’t trick me anymore” Peter whispered, wrestling the gun and EDITH from her father. Y/N watched as her dad crumpled, his face hitting the ground with the rest of his body.

“Execute them all!” Peter announced, using EDITH to turn off the drones. Y/N raced forward, her body crashing into Peter’s, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

The pair turned toward the man who had ruined all of their lives. The man who lay dying on the ground.

“How could you do this?” Peter asked, arms still wrapped around Y/N.

“You see,” Mysterio breathed, “People want to believe. And nowadays...people will believe anything.”

Silence followed his statement. MOvement slowing until…

“Is he?” Y/N asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

“All illusions are down” EDITH chirped. 

She collapsed. 

Her hand raised itself to her mouth, sobs wracking her body as she stared at the dead body of her father. His eyes blank and empty, all the crazy gone from them. Saltwater burnt her tongue as she sat on her knees, curling into herself as she mourned the man who abused her.

The man who had raised her. 

The man who was her first love before anyone else.

The man who broke her heart before anyone else could. 

Her body was on fire, not even Peter’s comforting embrace cooling her down. Pain spread like a virus, shutting every cell in her body down and the only thing she could think was My father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead.

She crawled over, Peter long gone, wanting nothing more than to cradle her dad’s body one last time. To call him Dad without being patronizing, to tell him how much she loved him.

Her hand phased through his body.

Grief turned to anger as she realized what he had done. Her teeth clashed together before parting to release a scream unheard of. It rattled the glass, her fist pounding against the debris-covered floor.

With a start she stood up, hair hanging in sweaty clumps on her face, as her brain lit up with the exact location of Quentin Beck.

The taxi was simple to get. Easy to set up and easy to pay for. Entering the run-down building was harder than she had ever imagined. She grew up here. She was left here. She spent eight wonderful years of her life here before they were uprooted to New York. Before she got her powers.

The door swung open easily, her glare focused on the man in the MoCap suit struggling to sit up on the queen bed.

“You’ll strain yourself” She uttered, moving closer to him on the bed, energy expanding from her fingers. He watched as the daughter he had used and abused almost to death stitched up his wound, using magic he had done nothing but exploit in his lifetime.

“I was wrong” Quentin breathed out, pain lacing his voice, “You’re not useless. You’re amazing.”

Y/N ignored her father’s words, focusing on sewing the layers of muscle back together. “If I had been here any later you would’ve died.” Was all she said.

“Y/N” Quentin begged, asking his daughter to meet his eyes. The eyes that held too much pain for an eighteen-year-old. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m proud of you. Of everything you’ve done.”

“Why now?” she asked, anger seeping out. “Just because I’m healing your wound and have the power to kill you at any moment?”

Quentin shook his head, the gesture causing him to groan in pain. “You--are the best of us. Of everything. You’re so much better than your mother. Than me.”

“You never cared about my mother” Y/N called him out, “Why mention her now?” “Because she would be proud of you” He whispered, “Like me. And if I’m this close to death I want you to know the truth.”

Y/N froze, finally meeting her father’s ice-cold eyes. They weren’t crazy. They weren’t maniacal, they were simply eyes, and they were opening themselves up to her.

“Your mother wasn't from Earth” Quentin confessed, straining, “She never told me where she was from, only that she had something to do while she was here. We bonded over that. Our shared devotion to our purpose in life.”

“You’re lying” Y/N cut him off, voice thick with emotion as tears threatened to escape. 

“For the first time in my life,” Quentin announced, “I’m not.”

He pressed something deep into her palm, his rough hand gently brushing his fingers against the back of her hand. She gazed at the metal Triquetra he had pressed into her hand. It was a pin of some kind.

“She left that behind when she left me,” Quentin admitted, his breathing becoming shallower. “She never loved me. Not in the way I loved her. She just used me for my contacts at Stark Industries, to truly and get closer to the Avengers, I guess her plan failed when she dropped you off at my door. She used me too”

Y/N held back tears that were pooling in her eyes. Her mother wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t. This was just another one of his lies, used to manipulate her into doing his bidding. 

“So you took it out on me?” She asked, ripping her hand from his. “I was a child!”

Years of repressed emotions spilled forth, eyes burning from the tears gathering near the edge. “What did I do wrong?” Y/N’s voice broke, saltwater streaming down her face, “All I ever did was what you asked and you tortured me for it.”

Quentin was silent. 

“Every little girl grows up thinking her father is going to love her above all else” Y/N ranted, chest pained, voice thick with anger. “So why didn’t you love me? Why couldn’t you just do the bare minimum and love me? Was that so much to ask?”

His mouth opened but nothing came out.

She had her answer.

“Was any of it real?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brow, ignoring the sobs she released. Her childhood played across her mind like a home video. “Did you ever love me?”

“Of course,” Quentin protested, groaning as he leaned forward to grasp her hand. “You were my little girl, you were smart, you were...stunning. How could I not love you?”

Y/N pulled her hands away, unable to stomach the thought of this man touching her.

“You were given something I never had. Something that Stark made, something Captain America was given, you were born with something so precious in this world, and your mother gave it to you.” Quentin set his jaw at the thought of the unknown woman, “I was resentful. Of her leaving, of her using me, of you.”

She met his eyes, those vulnerable soft eyes that had once belonged to the man she admired more than anything.

Quentin struggled to move forward. “But I never stopped loving and caring for you. You are and always have been the best thing I’ve made.”

She straightened up, “Is that why you almost killed me?”

“I would’ve never done that” Quentin spat, “The kid forced my hand, your life is the only one I treasure more than my own.”

Y/N scoffed, bitterness pounding through her veins. “Liar.”

“I have lied about so many things” Quentin confessed, “But my love for you is not one of them.”

Y/N turned away, setting her jaw. “I grieved you” She confessed, “The man who had taken everything from me. My pride, my security, my confidence. I looked at your dead body and grieved because, despite everything you did to me, I never wanted you dead.”

She whipped around, meeting his gaze once again. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can’t kill a family member.” 

She traced her father with a glyph, keeping him in place while she tied his hands back. He was real. That much she knew. The glyph faded and silence filled the air between the estranged relatives during the long elevator ride down.

SHIELD was eager to get their filthy hands on the man beside her. The agent with an eyepatch handed her a paper business card.

“You need anything, call us” He instructed.

All Quentin could do was stare at his only living relative. “You’re going to regret this.”

“I don’t need your validation anymore” She spat. “I don’t need you anymore. I may be related to you biologically, but you stopped being my father a long time ago.”

Quentin stared at his daughter as he was cuffed, his eyes still in the vulnerable state she had found them in. 

The two Becks could only stare at each other, watching as the last piece of their bizarre family fell apart.

Ugh, my heart, that HURTED! But in all honesty, I think this is one of my favorite chapters in the series, especially with that reveal at the end (special shoutout to those who can figure it out). Also, the magic system is weird, but I just went with it. I figured it was similar to Scarlet Witch but with a touch of aliens.

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