#infinity way

The sun was creeping through the windows, illuminating the sleeping boy on the couch. The growing rays of light caused Peter Parker to stir from his slumber, bewildered by his seemingly random nap. As he rubbed his weary eyes, they quickly snapped open, taking in the eerily familiar surroundings. Sitting up, he looked around, and to his dismay, he recognized the haunting cabin he had been in once before.

"Oh my god," he breathed, heart rate increase with every second of increasing hyperawareness. "...how am I, why am I..."

Peter began to hyperventilate, unable to finish his sentence, as he pushed himself off the cool leather couch. He was no longer in his spider-suit, but in a T-shirt that said "Stark Industries" and dark sweatpants. The oxygen in the air seemed to be dissipating from Peters surrounding area as he clambered over the back of the sofa and ran to the kitchen, searching for any clues on how he got there. There was no one in the kitchen, and no discernable evidence as to how or why he was in his mentors old cabin.

There was, however, a picture frame that caught his eye over by the sink. As he approached the picture, he stopped in his tracks when he realized what was it was.

The day Mr. Stark and I took photos for Aunt May at the "internship".

He pulled the frame off the shelf, a broken smile catching on his lips. His bottom one quivered, as he stared at the greatest father figure he'd had, but saw was there last moments together on the battlefield. He shook his head, placing the picture on the island and continuing his way to the back. His web shooters were still on his wrists, and he adjusted them to strike. As he walked towards the back of the cabin, he saw a door slightly cracked open at the end of the hall. He silently crept towards the door, pushing it open with discretion, as not to startle whomever was inside.

The first and only time he had been in the cabin was at Tony's funeral, so he didn't see much of the house. It hurt too much to smell Tony's expensive cologne lingering in the air, or the sight of his tech all over. Past the door was a well lived-in bedroom, with paintings and other assorted decor across the room. Flowers on a dresser, a few candles scattered about and a large window looking out onto the lake. It was a very feminine room, but more mature than something little Morgan would like. In the center of the room, there was a full sized bed with a rusty orange-colored comforter piled atop it. Peter approached the side of the bed, but stumbled back upon his discovery. There was, in fact, a girl, quite close to his age, sleeping peacefully in the bed.

Hair sprawled out across the pillow, framing your face. Lips swollen from sleep and cheeks softly tinged with pink. You quietly stirred in the sunlight, and Peter couldn't help but admire the way you so easily. It wasn't the most threatening intruder he was expecting. Nevertheless, this is, or was, Tony's cabin and some strange girl was living in it.

As softly as he could, he backed up to the nearest wall, and started crawling up towards the ceiling. He allowed for a web to drip from his shooter down to your nose. It dragged back and forth across the bridge, causing a tickle to rise. You started to stir as the web continued to sweep across your nose. When your eyes lulled open, you saw the boy above you on the ceiling.

"Peter, what the fuck!"

Startled by the girls response, the boy fell from the ceiling onto the bed where you were pulling yourself up while Peter uncrumpled himself from his landing.

"Woah, woah, woah, are you okay? also, you know my name? Who are you, and seriously, are you okay?" He said, signaling surrender with his hands, to show he wasn't a threat. You, on the other hand, were feeling like you could really be a threat to him.

Looking quizzically at him, you debated launching yourself across the room to beat the shit out of this ignorant boy, but decided against it, as you rolled off the bed, your over-sized shirt and shorts falling down to hang loosely on your figure. You began walking to the door, ignoring him.

"Where do you think you're going? Who are you?" the boy stuttered out. You shoved past him, making your way down the hall into the kitchen.

"Shut up Parker," you muttered, not knowing is he was actually listening. He chased after you with annoyance, considering how oddly comfortable you were in Tony's cabin. You were at the coffee machine by this point, turning it on, and reaching for a mug. "Coffee?"

Before you could turn around, a gooey string of web was around your wrist and you were being pulled towards him with great momentum. He caught you, as you struggled against the webbing.

"Who. Are. You." he growled. It almost scared you, having never seen him in such an aggressive state, not even in the throws of a battle. It almost impressed you, but below your nonchalant facade, you were just as angry.

"All these years, and I am the only secret you didn't figure out, huh Peter?"

"What secret? Why are you here? Did you know Tony?" he said with dismay, unsure if he could trust this girl.

"Of course I knew Tony," you snap. "I am his-" you cut yourself short, your voice feeling caught in your throat. You weren't sure if you were ready to admit it outloud to anyone. "Listen, if you let me go, I can make us some coffee and we can talk, Spider-boy," you mock, lightly tugging against your restraints.

"First, tell me your name now," he demanded. "Please," he added quickly, seeing that this wasn't easy for you either.

"It's Y/N, okay?" you say.

"Y/N. Tony never mentioned you," he grumbled, letting go of your wrist.

You stepped backwards to lean against the counter, pulling the remaining webs off you. "Like I said Peter, best kept secret," you shrugged, turning back to the coffee machine and mugs. You pulled two down, and noticed that the picture frame had moved slightly. "Did Tony have a secret daughter? Did he even know you exist?" You looked back at Peter, who was tracking his sight between you and the frame.

You nodded to the frame. "I remember that day. Tony came back particularly happy, saying that he couldn't wait for there to be a picture of him at you Aunt May's house; it was so weird," you chuckled, allowing the coffee to brew into the pot.

"You know my Aunt Ma-Oh shit, Aunt May! I gotta call her, she probably thinks I'm still-"

"I already called her. She knows where you are and she has been moved into protective custody by Agent Fury. We can't have you contact her though; in fact, you can't contact anyone for a bit. You gotta lay low Peter." You were now pouring sugar into the mugs, as the silent drip off coffee created a strong aroma of java beans.

"Oh god...I really fucked up... how did I even end up here?" he probed, moving to sit on the stool under the counter.

"Oh," you started, shifting uncomfortably. "I, uh...well, after everything with that dick Mysterio, Happy knew that everyone would be after you, and they'd look to him to find you. So, that's why when you arrived at what was left of the compound, you kinda...ended up...knocked out..." you breathed out, worried how he might take the news.

He stared at you, questions racing behind his eyes. As he began to speak, the coffee maker beeped. You spun back around, pouring the coffee into the mugs.

"Okay, but I still don't know who you are Y/N. How did you know Tony?"

You sighed, walking towards the fridge and pulling out creamer. You could feel his gaze on you, watching the way your body language shifted.

"Y/N, you seem to know more about me than I probably would ever want someone to, and yet I only know your name. You seemed to have known tony, and he wasn't a very trusting guy, so I am trying to give you a chance. But you have to trust me in return" he said, shifting awkwardly in his stool. You had finished pouring the creamer, and were slowly stirring the coffee as you listened. If only he knew how much it all weighed on you.

Picking up the mugs, you walked over to Peter and sat next to him, setting a mug in front of the boy. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

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[Year: 2015, New York]

The air smelled sterile, like pure rubbing alcohol that slightly singed the inside of your nose. Your head rolled to the side as you opened your eyes, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. It looked like a hospital room, but as you took everything in, you soon came to realize that it was much too high-tech to be any kind of hospital you knew of.

All alone, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears, drowning out the beeping of the machines around you. Your breathing quickened, and the beeping sound came back, this time louder and faster. You frantically looked around, trying to find something to hold onto. The panic was setting in when a figure materialized through the wall, shaped like a man. Except he was floating. And red. Your eyes widened, feeling as though you might pass out. And in fact, you did, shortly after he said "Y/N".

That was your first introduction to Vision, and the Avengers building. The next time you woke up, it was in a much cozier room, clearly decorated for a teen girl. There was still more high tech than you needed, but you were a little more comfortable. You got out of the bed and started walking around the room, admiring the thought that someone had put into the space. As you went towards the closet, you heard a knock at the door, and jumped back, startled by the sound. You were barely able to squeak out "come in" before the door opened.

A woman with red hair was standing in the doorway, very relaxed and smiling sweetly at me. But as she watched you back away, she gently placed her hands out, as a gesture to stay calm.

"It's alright dear, you're safe," she said softly. She began approaching as you moved back towards the bed.

"Where am I? I'm scared, please let me go."

"Oh sweetie, you aren't stuck here. I know there is a lot of explaining to do, but first, I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Wanda."

"Y/N. You look familiar, or maybe, sound familiar..."

"I have sat with you for a few weeks now, trying to help you out of your sleep," Wanda said softly, sitting next to you on the bed.

"W-w-weeks? How long was I asleep?" you whisper, afraid to know.

She looked down into her lap, her hands fiddling with each other before she said these words. "Over a year..." she said quietly, afraid it would scare you away.

And she was right. You were more scared than you had been in your life. You had never had parents, you were alone your entire life, but to have lost a year and be placed somewhere else...it was an entirely new fear. You began trembling, searching around the room frantically for more explanations.

"How am I here, how am I...why am I..." you words barely made sense as you sputtered through tears. Wanda gently reached out, placing a hand on your leg.

"Would you like me to explain?" she asked. You nodded frantically, choking back tears.

Wanda explained what should have been your death. The destruction that Captain America and the Winter Soldier had created during their fight left you, at only 13 years old, on death's doorstep. Steve couldn't leave you behind when he saw you laying their, blood surrounding you. You were just a kid. He brought you back to Tony and Bruce, hoping they could do something to save you. What they discovered was that while you were technically alive, you were also brain dead.

They spent months testing every option to bring you back, unfortunately to no avail. By that time, many of the Avengers had grown attached to you, especially Tony. He didn't want to admit it, but he always hoped for a daughter one day. He sat with you every night, telling you about how amazing he is and all of the new tech he was creating in the hopes of saving you. It wasn't until months later, when the threat of Ultron prompted the creation of Vision. The technology used to make his synthetic body, it was exactly what they needed to help you. Brain dead for over six months, and finally, with a little technology, as well as the help of two geniuses, you were supposed to wake up in a day or two. It took several more months for you to wake up. And now, here you are, finally awake and not even aware of what had been done to you.

Wanda escorted you out of your room into the shiny and clean hallways of the building, explaining who you were about to meet. As you walked into the large kitchen, multiple heads spun to look at Wanda and you. Tony, Nat, Steve and Vision were all standing around the island, and were shocked to see you awake and moving.

Vision was the first to speak out of the group. "Y/N, I apologize deeply for startling you earlier, it was not my intention. I have a problem with knowing whether to use the door or just coming i-"

"It's a-alright Mr. Vision," you stumbled on your words, unsure of how to address the AI hero in front of you.

"Please, just Vision," he said with a warm smile (who knew a robot could be as warm as he was).

"I'm Nat. It is so nice to finally hear you speak. We were all wondering what you might sound like," the other redhead said, walking up to place a hand on your shoulder, rubbing slightly as she smiled. "Welcome". She looked back at Steve, who was hanging back slightly. She nodded towards you, and the large man lifted himself off the counter he had been leaning on.

"I'm Steve. I am so sorry-"

"Uh, you really don't have to apologize Mr. Rogers. I appreciate you even trying to save me..." you said quietly, looking down at your shoes.

"Please, Mr. Rogers was my father. Call me Steve." You smiled up at the man, and he began to relax.

"Yeah, hi, and I'm-"

"You are Tony. Er-Mr. Stark," you say quickly correcting yourself. You stepped towards him hesitantly.

"Oh, so you have already heard of me? I am not that surprised, I am-"

"Well actually, I heard you. You were there weren't you?"

Tony looked taken aback by the recognition.

"You heard me?"

"Yeah. You taught me all about the workings of the arc reactor, how you made your own vibranium and why it is better than the original palladium...woah," you exclaimed, feeling a slight rush as you began to crumple. Tony jumped forward to catch you as you slumped down.

"Mr. Stark, my head feels funny."

Tony helped you up, guiding you to a chair, "Yeah, you're gonna feel that for a while, kid. I promise I will explain it to you when you are older."

For the next eight years, more or less based on blip time, you were a mini-Avenger.

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"That is quite the hero backstory," Peter said with a hefty breath. By the end of your explanation, you had both gone through your first cup of coffee and were on your second. You had also moved to the living room where you sat across from each other in opposing seats.

"It's no radioactive spider," you joke, and he chuckles at the comment.

"So, what did they do to your brain? If you don't mind my asking," he asks with hesitancy.

"Oh, I'm a super computer." You deadpan him as his eyes widen.

"Woah, wait, I thought you were human?"

"Peter, I'm kidding. Kinda. They sort of implanted a super computer in my brain. It keeps my brain functioning, but also gives me unlimited access to the tech that Tony developed for me, as well as, like, the internet."

Peter blinked at you, his jaw slacked a bit, as he scanned you up and down.

"I don't have any metal sticking out of me dork, stop staring," you snap. He sits back, embarrassed that he had been caught.

"How do I know that you are not some person trying to kill me because of London? How do I know that you knew Tony? You could have made all that up!"

You roll your eyes and sit back, raising your hands next to your head.

"Alright, fine Spider-Boy. Believe what you want."

The voice wasn't coming from your mouth. In fact, your mouth was clamped shut, not moving at all. The voice was coming from the speakers.

Peter practically choked on his coffee as your voice projected around him.

"Yeah, and if you still don't believe me, I have something for you." Your voice projected around him.

"Hey Peter, it's Tony."

Peters head snapped up to look at you, as you stared sadly back at him.

"If you are watching this, then you have met Y/N. Isn't she cute? I just know you're gonna like her."

Tears fall from your eyes. Hearing his voice, even if he was totally pushing it with his comment, was nice.

"I wish I could have introduced you myself, but I guess the circumstances dictate that it had to happen now. Anyways, I guess you could call her your 'guardian angel'. She was my right-hand girl when I needed to make sure you were doing okay if I wasn't there. I'd trust her with my life, which is why she has been trusted with yours."

Peter stood from his seat and charged at you, pulling you from your seat. "What the hell is this Y/N" he demanded, tears sitting on the rims of his eyes.

You looked at him with fear in your own. You could tell he was scared, no doubt from the terrible illusions he had endured with Mysterio. Tony continued,

"Oh, shit, projection isn't on. FRIDAY, turn on the recording."

Your eyes widened, and Peter looked back to see a holographic Tony. He let you go and walked up to the hologram.

"So, yeah. Peter, Y/N, and well, Y/N knows you quite well by now. I'm sure you both will get along. I can't wait to see what kind of tech you two make together. Y/N, play nice with him. Peter, I know this is a lot to handle, but I promise you, it will make sense. Oh, and both of you should know that uh, I'm proud of you. Both. So yeah. I'll see you guys later."

The hologram faded. Peter looked limp in front of you, but you couldn't stand anymore. You feel to the ground, a sob escaping from your chest. Peter whipped around, to see you keeled over on the ground. He dropped down next to you as you cried.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry tony, i-i-i'm so sorry...im sorry..." You were veering on hysterical, unable to breath through the pain. Your hair fell around your face, and he saw your neck, which almost looked tattooed; however, Peter recognized that it was a tech grid, one only his mentor could have made. At the nape of your neck, there was, in fact, a small tattoo. It was tony's first arc reactor.

Peter reached out to you, hesitant at first, but gained the confidence to pull you into him. He hugged you tightly, running his hand through your hair as he quietly hushed you. "I believe you Y/N, I'm sorry," he whispered.

"No, Peter please, I-I am so sorry, I am s-sorry, it's all my fault..." you breath into him.

He pulls you away from him gently, looking at your red, tear-stained face. "What was your fault Y/N?"

"Mysterio."

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A/N: Please like, reblog and comment if you want more. My motivation is dependent on validation lol, and I also just really value your opinion. Thank you for making it this far.