#reader x peter

The last time she had seen the three of them they were all at the Sanctum Sanctorum, which she was still in disbelief about, when they were trying to capture the beings or the ‘bad guys’, according to Peter, that had slipped in from other universes.

All she had done was stepped out to go grab a coffee and when she had returned she’d found herself locked out of the Sanctum Sanctorum and all of her friends unaccounted for and uncontactable.  

Now the only thing she could think of doing was going to MJ and Ned’s places in the hopes that she could find at least one of them. She glanced down at her watch to see that it was nearly 9 pm. Letting out a huff she looked both ways before crossing the street to turn left to head towards Neds.

A flash of red and blue caught her eye causing her to halt. She slowly took a few steps back and glanced down another street that was all but empty except for an old lady hobbling along at a snails pace.

“Oh thank god.” She breathed out when she spotted the all too familiar spiderman suit. 

“Peter!” She called out. “Peter Parker!” She repeated louder when he didn’t turn around. 

Peter finally turned around at the sound of his name and her grin widened as she approached him. “Thank god you’re ok - hey!” She called out, her brow furrowing in confusion as she watched Peter take a few steps away from her as she got closer.

“Peter?” 

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Peter answered her as she attempted to get closer to him which made her roll her eyes.

“I get it, you don’t answer my phone calls for a few hours and you’ve already forgotten who I am. Very funny. Now tell me where the hell you’ve been and what’s going on!” 

“Listen lady, I don’t know how you know me but I’d appreciate it if you just-”

“Firstly, who are you calling lady? Secondly, what the fuck have you been smoking? This isn’t funny Peter I’ve been worried sick about you.” She scolded,  as Peter still continued to back away from her.

“How do you know my real identity? Who sent you?” He whispered back, glancing around as if he was worried someone might hear him. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker if you don’t stop messing around I-” *yn* let out a scream as Peter suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. 

“Peter!” She shouted as they suddenly shot up into the air. She gripped onto his suit for dear life as they swung from building to building and climbed higher and higher. Finally he reached the top of a building and landed onto the rooftop. 

“Sorry about that.” He apologised as he set her down gently. “Had to make sure we were somewhere no one could hear us.” 

Before she could even get a word out Peter yanked his mask off so he could look her squarely in the eye, “So, now we’re somewhere private I’m going to ask you again. How do you know who I am?” 

“What the actual fuck.” She breathed out, her eyes widening as she stared back at a man who was not only ridiculously attractive, but who was also definitely not Peter Parker. 

“You’re not Peter Parker.” She stated as she realised how close the pair were standing, the stranger’s hands still gripping her waist protectively. She promptly took a step back, straightening up as she eye balled him. 

This time it was the Peter imposter to look confused. “Uh yes I am."

“Who the hell are you? Some kind of Spiderman imposter? A cheap knock off?”

“Ok well that’s a little bit rude. I’m hurt.” The imposter answered, placing a hand over his head. “I’m choosing to take that personally - especially the cheap knock off comment, low blow.”  

*yn* opened her mouth to reply but promptly shut it as she studied him, her mind racing a million miles an hour. How was it possible that there was another Peter Parker running around New York? 

Then it hit her.

“You don’t happen to personally know any certain bad guy types that have been running around here lately do you? One’s a giant lizard, one’s made of sand, one inhales electricity like it’s choccy milk?” 

“Uh yeah you could say the giant lizard and electro-man are buddies of mine sure.” He answered and everything finally clicked into place.

“You are Peter Parker.” She breathed out which caused him to raise a brow.

“Uh yeah lady that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you-”

“No no no. You are A Peter Parker yes, but not my Peter Parker. You’re a Peter Parker from another universe. You must have been sucked in when all the others did. They all knew Spiderman but didn’t recognise my Peter and I bet some of them would recognise you!” 

There was a pause as Peter turned away from *yn*, his mind reeling as he tried to process her words.

“... that would explain why I have been unable to find certain buildings and places... why things look different..” He trailed off. “And why I can’t find Aunt May anywhere.” He murmured and *yn* felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. 

This guy was stuck in a completely different universe, with no one here to help him.

“You must be so confused.” *yn* spoke quietly as she took a step towards him. “It’s ok though, my friends and I are coming up with a plan to send you all home. After we cure your friends.” She reassured him as she placed a hand on his arm. Peter suddenly turned his attention back to *yn* and he nearly did a double take.

It was like he was seeing her properly for the first time. 

And she was beautiful.

“I’m sorry-” He shook his head as her words finally sunk in. “Did you just say ‘cure’?” He queried to which she nodded. 

Peter wants to help the bad guys so when they get sent home they don’t get killed by... well other Peter Parker’s I guess.” She explained, “Peter will explain it better when you meet him.”

She glanced down at her hand, realising it was still caressing his arm and quickly pulled it back to her side.

“Also, in this universe your identity has recently become kinda... not so secret.” She explained.

“Yeah I’m sorry about the whole kidnapping slash abduction thing I kind of thought you were going to expose me... ” He apologised, grimacing in embarrassment which made *yn* laugh. 

“To who? That one old lady? I don’t think she would have heard a bomb go off let alone me calling your name.” *yn* teased which made Peter chuckle lightly.

“Hey you never know! Anyone can be a spy these days you know, even little old ladies who can barely see or hear.” Peter defended himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest. The pair eyeballed each other for a few moments before both burst out into laughter. 

Peter felt his heart beat faster in his chest as the pair laughed. It had been a while since he had laughed like this, or felt this sort of connection with someone. Not since her. 

“I am truly sorry though, I panicked.” He confessed once their laughter had died down.

“Don’t worry about it, all is forgiven Peter 2.0. Let’s just focus on getting you home. *yn* answered, shooting him a warm smile which made a grin appear on his own features.

“I do have to ask though. You said and I quote ‘you’re not my Peter Parker right?” He queried to which she nodded.

“Does that mean the me in this universe is dating you?” His question made *yn* burst out into laughter. 

“God no.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Peter’s my best friend. I’ve known him since we were like six. My Peter is dating MJ, who is also one of my best friends. You’ll get to meet them don’t worry.” She reassured him. 

“Oh ok because I was going to say that this universe me had done very well for himself if that was the case. I would have congratulating me for doing so well.” Peter grinned which caused *yn* to blush bright red.

Was super hot alternative universe Peter Parker... flirting with her? 

Before she could reply Peter’s eyes drifted past her shoulder and grew wide. “Uhh...” He trailed off, pointing behind her. She followed his gaze and swivelled around, her mouth falling open at the sight of a Dr Strange-like portal opening up in front of her.

“Don’t worry it’s one of Dr Strange’s magic portals... I think.”

“I’m sorry did you just say magic portal? Magic exists here?” Peter queried as *yn* glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah, not a thing in your universe?” 

“Definitely not.” Peter mumbled as he stared completely awe inspired as the portal continued to grow.

“MJ? Ned?”

“*yn*?!” 

All three of them exclaimed at once as *yn* stared back at Ned and MJ who appeared to be in Ned’s living room. 

“Who the hell is that?” MJ asked pointing at Peter.

“And why is he wearing a spiderman suit?” Ned added.

“I’ll explain don’t worry, you guys are not gonna believe this.” *yn* spoke before turning back to Peter. His eyes were darting between the portal, MJ and Ned in complete disbelief.

“Peter.” *yn* spoke quietly which caused him to look down at her.

“Do you trust me?” She asked as she extended her hand out. He studied it momentarily before looking back at her. “I do.” He nodded, entwining his hand with hers which this time caused a blush to appear on both of their faces. She smiled and led him towards the portal into Ned’s living room.

“We’re going to get you home.” 

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You were listening to a random true crime podcast as you walked onto the train heading towards your cabin. Sam and Bucky followed suit carrying their luggage and Peter was not far behind. You all admired how beautiful each train cart was. Once you arrived at your cabin you set down your belongings and took in the beauty. The guys dropped their stuff and looked around the cabin.

“Alright, so I call dibs on this cabin.” you said in excitement. Sam and Bucky chuckled once you did a trust fall onto the bed.

“Wait, how many cabins did Mr. Stark reserve for us?” asked Peter to the older men.

“Well kid, Tony only reserved two because apparently he doesn’t want to waste money.” Sam said as he rolled his eyes. 

“So I have to share with one of you guys?” you asked slowly sitting up on the bed.

“Yeah, about that,” Bucky started to say. “I think it's best if you and Parker over here share this cabin and Sam and I will take the one across the hall.” 

Your eyes went wide in shock and flashed a bit of desperation to the older men. “You can’t be serious!” you complained as you briefly looked at Peter, who had an astonished look on his face, and back to the pair. 

“Sorry kid, but Sam and I have to make plans for tomorrow morning.” Bucky apologized looking towards you.

“You know what it's fine.” you said looking at Bucky. “As long as he sleeps on the couch, then I’m good.” you added as you pointed to the fancy couch.

“Ok, it’s settled then. Peter you're on the couch. Y/N you take the bed. And I will be heading to bed now.” Sam announced as he exited your cabin. “Goodnight.” he yelled from outside the hall.

“Right, so after Sam’s nap we’ll draw out our plan and meet you guys in the dining cabin for dinner.” Bucky stated as he walked towards his cabin leaving you with Peter.

You still seated on the bed looked up at Peter who was staring at the floor. You sighed and stood up gathering fresh clothes for later. Maybe a shower would be nice after a long flight from the Avengers HQ to London. Peter sat on the small dining chair pulling out his laptop to do work. You assumed he would either Skype Ned or maybe even MJ, regardless you didn’t care. He had his own friends and social life, so best not to bother him. 

After your shower you put on some fresh clothes, a pair of baggy black pants and a black long sleeve shirt. As you exited the gorgeous bathroom you opted on wearing your bright red chucks to add some color on your outfit. Walking across the cabin you noticed Peter was off his laptop and was about to grab the bottle of champagne before you stopped him.

“Are you even old enough to drink Spidey-boy?” you asked, taking the bottle from him.

“What? Of course I am. I’m turning 21 this year Y/N.” he replied instantly as he attempted to snatch the bottle back from you. You pulled the bottle closer to you so he couldn’t grab it.

“Well, it seems you’re still underage Pete. Best I keep this fine bottle of champagne from you.” you smirked as you finally opened the bottle.

“Y/N, you do know the legal age to drink in Europe is 18 right?” he said, placing his head on his hand that rested on the table.

“Well, I’m going by American laws, so fuck you Peter.” you mocked taking a sip of the champagne straight from the bottle flipping him off. 

Peter huffed as he raised his hands in defense. “Fine.” he said. “But, don’t come complaining to me if you get a hangover tomorrow morning.” he added, shaking his head.

You sighed thinking back to your goals for the mission. No confrontation. You held out the bottle of champagne towards Peter signaling him to drink. He glanced at you with a questionable look, but you nodded again signaling him to take the drink from you. He took the bottle from your hand and took a sip of the alcohol. He made a small disgusted face and you laughed as you sat on the bed.

*mini time skip* 

After having dinner with the guys you all retired back to your cabins. (a/n: i was gonna add more to the dinner scene talking about the plan, but decided not to because I didn’t want to write that lol) You quickly changed into your pajamas and got into bed. Pulling out your phone and scrolling through TikTok you heard Peter come out of the shower. Briefly looking up you saw him only in sweatpants, no shirt and drying his hair with a fluffy towel. Averting your eyes back to your phone trying to hide the fact that your cheeks were growing warm. 

Peter sat on the couch, gathering all the pillows and tried to get comfortable. He kept on tossing and turning huffing in annoyance. “This couch sucks!” he explained looking towards you.

“Sucks you for Pete.” you said smiling as you put down your phone looking at the young man.

“How is it that a couch this inviting is quite the opposite?” he added, still trying to find a good position to fall asleep.

“Quit whining. It’s only 2 nights that we have to stay here.” you replied lying onto your back. 

“I don’t know. I bet if you were on this couch you would understand the agony I’m going through.” he huffed placing another pillow on his back giving more cushion to sleep on.

“Oh my god Peter! If you’re gonna be complaining the entire night, just sleep with me in the bed!” you yelled out as you sat up looking at him. Peter looked back at you with wide eyes and thought to himself about the idea. “I’m giving you five seconds to make up your mind before I take back my offer.” you added lying back down. 

You heard Peter quickly spring up from the couch and leap onto the bed. You grabbed the extra pillows and made a divider in between you and Peter. As you were finally drifting into sleep you heard a faint whisper saying, “Thank you Y/N.”

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Early in the morning Sam barged into your cabin. He noticed that Peter wasn’t on the couch, walking more into the cabin, he saw Peter cuddling you in the large bed and some of the pillows were at the foot of the bed. Sam shook his head, quickly taking a picture to tease you with later and walked closer to the bed. He was a bit astonished that he hadn’t woken either of you up, but once he got closer he saw you begin to squirm out of Peter’s hold. 

As you woke up you were met with Sam’s wide smile and furrowed your eyebrows confused on why this big idiot was smiling like a schoolgirl. Then you noticed a heavy arm wrapped around your waist, slowly turning, you saw a still sleeping Peter right next to you. Your eyes grew wide as you looked back at Sam who was holding back his laughter as he showed you the picture he took  of you and Peter on his phone.

“I’m gonna kill you Wilson.” you whisper yelled at the man as his smile grew wider. You tried to move Peter’s arm off of you, but he just pulled you more into his chest which made you blush even more. “Help me you idiot!” you stared at Sam in defeat. “Please?” you asked the man your best puppy dog eyes. Sam finished teasing and finally helped you out.

“Rise and Shine children!” Sam yelled, making Peter jolt up from the bed. His hair sprawled out in various directions. You silently thanked him as you got out of bed. Just then Bucky walked in with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Looks like you two slept well.” Bucky said as he sat on the couch that Peter was supposed to sleep on. “Damn, for how nice this couch looks, it’s very uncomfortable.” With that you rolled your eyes and headed to the restroom to change into your tactical attire. 

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After reviewing the plan you sat in the cabin that had the vintage bar. Thinking one alcoholic drink will be ok before the mission. As your drink arrived in front of you Sam snatched it and downed it in one go. You looked up at him with astonishment exclaiming, “Hey! That was mine!” 

“Oh quit whining. You’re not supposed to be drinking on a mission anyways.” he stated back as he sat in the chair in front of you. 

“Are Barnes and Parker where they need to be?” you whined asking.

“Yup, we just need to wait for the bad guys’ boss to pass this cabin and enter the caboose to talk with his men.” he replied, crossing his arms over one another. 

“Alright then.” you said under your breath. 

“So, you and Parker a thing yet?” Sam teased with a smirk.

“What?! No, why would you ask that?” you scoffed looking away from the man hiding your blush.

“Well it seemed like you two were getting close this morning.” he playfully added.

“Peter said the couch was uncomfortable and I didn’t want to hear him complain all night about it. So I let him sleep in the bed with me, with a pillow divider I might add.” you answered crossing your arms.

“I guess that makes sense.” Sam said rubbing the back of his head. “But I bet you wanted a little bit more than cuddling with Parker huh?” he teased again.

“You know what Wilson, you’re assho-” you started to defend yourself until you saw a large man enter the cabin. He wore a light grey suit with a bright yellow tie around his neck. He walked towards the par passing you and Sam. You saw Sam subtly observe the man behind you and then looking back towards you. “That’s the boss?” you asked Sam, who nodded yes in reply. You drew your attention back to your table fiddling with the empty glass waiting for Sam’s command.

The boss grabbed his drink and tipped the bartender then exited the cabin. “Let’s go.” Sam said as he stood from his seat leading the way to the next cabin. 

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Bucky and Peter were on top of the caboose waiting for Sam’s signal. Bucky stared at Peter as he looked at the scenery lost in thought.

“What’re you thinking about kid?” Bucky asked.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.” Peter said, shaking his head.

“Come on, Parker. I know there’s something in that mind of yours.” Bucky persisted placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Peter stayed silent. “Is it about Y/N?” the man asked.

Peter took in a sharp breath. “How did you know?” he asked with wide eyes, looking towards Bucky.

“Easy guess.” Bucky replied back with a smile.

“It’s just that she’s always annoying me and I’m getting tired of arguing with her.” Peter sighed looking back at the horizon. 

“Well kid, maybe you just got to te-.” Bucky started to say until the two they saw redwing appear before them. This was the signal they have been waiting for, notifying them that you and Sam were in the cabin below them.

The two dropped to the platform where the exit door of the caboose was. As the entered the cabin they noticed that Sam and you were held at gunpoint. As the henchmen of the boss turned back to see who entered the cabin, Bucky and Peter immediately attacked the pair. The rest of the henchmen were caught off guard and that was when you and Sam attacked. There were about fifteen of the boss’ henchmen in the caboose with you and the guys. As you and your team were defeating the henchmen the boss was able to escape and climbed onto the roof of the train calling more of his men to attack you and the guys.

“He’s on top.” Sam yelled towards Bucky, Peter and you. “I’m heading up there to follow the boss.” he added as he jumped out the window and his wings expanded, flying about the moving train.

You finished attacking your opponent and yelled, “You guys good?” towards Bucky and Peter. They nodded yes in reply. The three of you climbed to the top of the caboose seeing Sam a couple feet away from you. Right when the three of you began to follow your leader more of the boss’ henchmen emerged from inside the other cabins.

“How many men does this guy have?” Peter yelled from behind you. The henchmen came running towards the three of you, luckily none bearing firearms. Most of the men you guys were fighting were large and seemed very skilled in combat training. Almost defeating ten men atop the train, even more men emerged and this time these guys had knives and even an axe.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me?!” you yelled, wiping the sweat from your forehead. The man who had the axe came charging towards you using it to try and defend himself. You had the upper hand as you dodged his incoming attack and used all your force to push him off the train. Just before he fell off he tried to throw his axe but failed.

“Nice work Y/N!” Sam cheered from behind you as he grabbed a guy and also threw him off the train.

A new attacker was approaching you and you quickly picked up the axe that your previous opponent had. You threw the axe at a henchman and it struck his head instantly killing him.

“Well, that’s one thing off my bucket list.” You say to yourself smiling as you watched the lifeless man fall off the train. 

“Who has something like this on their bucket list?!” Peter yells as he looks at you as he finishes punching a man.

“Who the fuck doesn’t!?” you yell, finding another weapon to throw.

“Literally everyone!” Peter shouted back as he finished knocking out a man.

“Well, whatever. I’m unique.” you smirked looking back at Peter.

“You’re unique for sure.” Peter said under his breath.

“And that’s why you love me.” you smiled back at him thinking back to your overall goals of the mission. Peter slightly blushed, but was quick to give you a deadpan look.

You frowned at his reaction, saying “God, I hate you Pete. You know that?” You huffed as you ran ahead following the boss.

“Whaat!! I didn’t even do anything.” Peter whined as he tried to follow you.

Sam comes flying in yelling at the boy, “Peter, apologize to Y/N right now!” 

“What? No! I didn’t do anything?!” Peter stops as yells back at Sam.

“You hurt her feelings!” Bucky exclaimed as he punched a man instantly knocking him out.

“Again, I did nothing!” Peter exclaimed as he quickly looked at the two.

“God you’re so stubborn!” Bucky yells in frustration as he passes Peter running towards you.

“She likes you, you idiot.” Sam said as he stood next to Peter. “That’s why she’s so hard on you.”

“I thought she just hated me or something.” Peter said as he looked at you fighting the last person atop the train.

“Nope, she likes you. She’s been dropping hints like crazy, man. You’re just a dumbass to notice any of them.” Sam stated, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder. Peter stared down at the train’s roof recalling all the times the two of you argued. What even were the reasons for the arguments? Peter thought to himself.

“Come on kid, let’s go meet up with the other two and finish this mission. Then you can talk to your girl.” Sam stated as he pushed Peter forwards to follow you and Bucky.

Sam and Peter trailed behind Bucky who was within your vicinity. They all noticed that you dropped into one of the cabins, probably where the boss with the yellow tie was. After they all sunk into the cabin they saw you breathing heavily and standing over the man, whose face was bloodied, and passed out on the ground.

“Nice job, Rascal.” Bucky grinned towards you.

“God Buck, you know I hate that nickname.” you chuckled with your hands on your hips.

“Why? It's cute. Plus the movie with those kids are adorable, like you.” he replied back walking towards the unconscious man. You chuckled, shaking your head and accepting the nickname like always.

“Good work Y/N.” Sam praised with a smile. “Let’s get this guy back to Y/N and Peter’s cabin and get the information we need.” he added. You all nodded at his command and tied up the man. Peter stayed still, staring at you and thinking about what to say. As you and Bucky finished tying the man up you all exited the cabin heading back to your cabin, Peer quietly trailed behind.

Once you arrived in the cabin the guys placed the man on one of the dining chairs. You told them that you were going to change out of our combat suit in their cabin. Sam and Bucky nodded, agreeing that it would be smart to have your own privacy in their cabin while they get information from the man. As you exited your cabin Sam and Bucky instantly told Peter to finally talk to you. Peter huffed and followed you into Sam and Bucky’s very small cabin. Peter didn’t think to knock on the door and barged into the area. 

You quickly turned around trying to cover your exposed body. Peter’s eyes grew wide as he took in your frame. You were only in your underwear and sports bra, but new purple bruise spots began to form all over your midsection.

“What the hell Parker?!” you yelled at the brunette.

“Shit, sorry.” Peter whispered as he turned away, closing the door behind him. “I just wanted to talk to you.” he said aloud.

“Why?” you asked, arms now crossed over your chest. You didn’t care about your lack of clothing, but more so wanting to hear what Peter had to say. Peter slowly turned around covering his eyes.

“Um, well I wanted to congratulate you on taking down the yellow tie guy.” he complimented as he removed his hand from his eyes. “Shit, can you please put some clothes on?” he exclaimed averting his eyes from your frame.

“Why?” you asked, your hands now at your hips. “Am I distracting you?” you slightly teased as you slowly walked closer to him. You noticed Peter back away with every step forward you took until his back hit the wall. You chuckled, shaking your head having enough fun teasing the boy. “Is that all you wanted to say Peter?” you asked walking back over to the bed. Peter took a sharp inhale as he watched you retreat from him, his eyes scanning your beautiful frame.

“Yup. That’s it.” he as as he grabbed the handle of the door.

“That’s just like you.” you scoffed as you put on a maroon long sleeve shirt as you lower half was still uncovered.

“What do you mean that’s just like me?” Peter quickly turned back looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“You leave when the real world hits you!” you yelled at him in frustration. “God Peter, every time I try to have a heart to heart conversation with you, you turn away or argue with me like it's nothing.” you said rubbing your temples.

“How am I supposed to know our conversations are genuine?!” he yelled back walking closer to you. “Every time you talk to me you’re always so hard on me!” 

“That’s because I like you, you fucking idiot!” you yelled right at his face. Peter stared deep into your watery eyes looking for any hint of you lying, but you weren’t. Peter examined your face as a single tear fell from your eye. He lifted his right hand and gently wiped the tear away.

“I know.” he whispered. “And I’m an idiot for not knowing sooner.” he said as his hand stayed on your cheek. 

You brought your hands up to Peter’s cheeks and pulled close to you. You felt his lips press against yours and you sighed in relief as he accepted your gesture. Peter deepened the kiss as you granted access to your mouth. He lifted you from the ground and placed you down on the bed. You giggled as the two of you slightly bounced as your back hit the bed. The cabin door began to open and a head popped in the room. Peter was quick to get off of you and you grabbed your shoe that was on the floor and threw it at the intruder. 

“OW! FUCK Y/N!?” Sam yelled as he rubbed his head. Bucky arrived next to his side and laughed.

“You better not hurt my Little Rascal or I’ll happily kill you.” Bucky said emotionless towards Peter. Peter gulped hard as he looked back at you with wide eyes.

“Chill out Pete. I’ll protect you.” you winked at him.

A/N: I hope you liked this! Again this is my first Peter Parker fic and I will be writing more for him later on. If you have any requests, comments or wanna be tagged in future fics hit me up! 

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Mid Credits

“Hey MJ!” Peter called, meeting the girl in her neighborhood. “Y/N told me you wanted a ride?” They swung from the highest buildings in New York, MJ’s screams as she free fell ringing through the atmosphere, Peter almost sure that THor could hear her back on Asgard.

They landed in Times Square, MJ’s hair frazzled and her eyes wide in fear. 

“Yeah, that settles it” She announced, “I am never doing that again.”

Peter chuckled involuntarily at the blushing teen, her hair wild and frizzy like Y/N’s got every time they went for a swing.

“Where is Y/N?” MJ asked, “I thought she was meeting us here for coffee”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck at the question. “She’s uh, she’s dealing with her dad’s stuff.”

The relationship between the two of them was still a bit of a sore spot between Y/N and Peter, especially since Mysterio tried to kill him only a few days ago. It helped that his girlfriend felt the same way he did about Mysterio, but the relation was still there. She still had to go to the funeral. She was still a part of that fucked up family.

His reverie was broken by the screen lighting up behind him. He turned around to see Quentin Beck’s face.

“I managed to send the elemental back through the dimensional rift but I don’t think I’ll get off this bridge alive” Beck rambled, “Spiderman attacked me for some reason, he–he has an army of weaponized drones, Stark Technology”

Peter shared a look with MJ, wishing Y/N was here instead to soothe his rising nerves.

“He’s saying he’s the one who’s going to be the next Iron Man, no one else” Beck continued, before the video cut to a clearly altered video snippet.

“Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack?” EDITH”s clean voice came in over the speakers, “There will be significant casualties”

“Do It” Peter’s own voice startled him. “Execute them all”

No, no, no, no, no. That was taken out of context. All of it was!

“There you have it folks” J Jonah Jameson spat, “Undeniable proof that Spiderman was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio. An interdimensional warrior sent to protect our planet along with his daughter, who has now become an orphan thanks to this menace.”

Peter shook his head. Please let Y/N refute this, let her take care of this. 

“But that’s not all folks, brace yourselves you may want to sit down.”

Peter watched as Mysterio released the most valuable information of Peter’s. He watched as Mysterio tore his life apart with six words.

“Spiderman’s real name is Peter Parker!”

His picture was posted all across the square, everyone knew who he was. Everyone.

“We have an exclusive interview with Y/N Beck aka Stasis commenting on her father’s death and her relation to the masked menace.” Jameson continued.

Peter watched as Y/N stood behind a podium, lawyers on her left, publicist on her right. Her black mourning dress was covered by a green velvet jacket, but when Peter squinted, he saw the sunflower adorning her neck and he knew that she was on his side.

“My father loved creating illusions” Y/N admitted, addressing the crowds of reporters. “He loved them so much he somehow managed to create the biggest one after his death. Spiderman did not kill my father, in fact, he is the only reason I lived through that traumatic experience. My father’s death was caused by his own carelessness, and while I want someone to blame more than anyone, Spiderman is not that person. My father’s last words were about how people want to believe. So let’s believe. This child is not a menace, nor is he the hero you assume he is. Spiderman has saved our lives countless times, let’s believe in him rather than videos that can be easily doctored, thank you”

As she left reporters began to hound her once again, her publicist shooing them away while Peter watched his life and his girlfriend’s life fall apart.

Post Credits

The prison stank of sweat and testosterone but that didn’t deter Quentin as he was escorted from his solitary cell to the visiting room. His orange jumpsuit was hideous and hardly comfortable, but he could ignore all of that. 

After six months, he was finally going to see his daughter again.

She looked older. Like somehow she had aged several years in his absence. Maybe she was miserable without her dad. Maybe she was here to help him with his case. Maybe she was here to bail him out. 

Her sunken eyes hardened at the sight of him, his smile never leaving his face as he gazed upon the girl that was his light, his life, the only reason he never went mad in this dull excuse for a secure prison.

“New Jacket?” Quentin asked pointing toward the teal that enwrapped her shoulders. 

‘I know what you did Dad” was all Y/N said in response. “I know what you did to Peter”

Quentin went silent at the boy’s name. 

He deserved it. He had ruined everything. He deserved to have his life torn apart like Quentin’s was.

“It’s not just his life that has been ruined” Y/N urged, eyebrows creasing, “I have reporters daily knocking on our doors, asking all about you and Spiderman.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen honey” Quentin leaned forward to grab her hand. She ripped it out again.

“Don’t call me that” Y/N spat. “You’ve interfered in my life long enough. Leave my friends alone or I will come in here and kill you myself.”

He scoffed. “You don’t have it in you. You said it yourself, You’ll never be like me. You can’t kill me”

His throat constricted, the blue energy surrounding his neck, squeezing his breath from his lungs.

“You forget,” Y/N threatened, anger lacing her eyes, “I inherited your temper. And we’re surrounded by SHIELD agents who wouldn’t care if I stole every last breath from you. So leave my friends alone, because love is like any other emotion daddy,” She taunted.

 “It. Fades.”

He regained his air back, breathing returning to his lungs like a drug addict to heroin. 

“Do we have an understanding?” Something dark swirled in the eyes of the girl he had raised. Something he had created. 

He nodded, the guards escorting him back to his cell, a new cellmate waiting for him.

“Hey, buddy” The grey-haired man offered his hand, “Adrian Toomes, nice to meet you.”

***

Y/N scanned the papers scattered across the table in her father’s old apartment. She officially got it in the ‘will’. It was hers now. Paid for and a home she can build for herself instead of the old musty church she had found months ago. 

She and her lawyers were currently working with Stark Industries to buildup her father’s company once again. It was all her idea. A great publicity stunt to show how much her father had respected the late hero, regardless of their rocky past. Unfortunately, that included hiring her as CEO, as well as repairing the shitshow that was their relationship with Spiderman.

Her chest constricted when she thought of Peter. Forced into hiding. Unable to even go to school. The last she had heard from him he was somewhere in Africa. Happy assured her that he was safe. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him and Aunt May. 

She really only had MJ and Ned now. And while Flash was treating her better, she really only wanted Peter with her. 

The wind fluttered behind her and she sighed, upset at MJ for leaving the window open again. As she turned around her eyes met green.

A slender woman stood in her living room, dressed head to toe in a green dress that looked like it belonged at a gala instead of a run-down apartment in New York City. 

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms in an attempt to look intimidating.

“The names Lorelei sweetpea” The woman’s silky voice uttered, taking in every bit of the teen before her. “But you can call me Mum.”

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As the day continued, you found yourself regretting accepting Ned’s offer. It wasn’t Ned - quite the contrary, actually. Ned was awesome; he was everything and more you could want in a friend, and you had no trouble understanding why Peter liked him. You did want to hang out with Ned and help him build his LEGOs, but by the time the last bell rang, you were exhausted. You had been shivering all day and your muscles were sore from being tensed up. Nevertheless, you ignored your own misery and met up with Ned outside the school gates. The two of you made your way to his apartment, the conversation flowing easily. 

The next day, Ned greets you happily when you enter the classroom. The two of you had been building LEGOs for hours the night before, and you surprisingly had a lot in common with him. You had briefly wondered if Peter was anything like Ned. A part of you hoped so because Peter You take a seat in the empty chair next to him, offering him a small smile. Dropping your backpack to the ground, you pull out your notebook and place it on the table. With a huff, you lay your arms down on top of the book, resting your head on your forearms. Ned frowns, looking at you.

“Are you okay?” 

You nod. “I was freezing all night. Wherever my soulmate is, I hope he gets back to New York soon because it’s cold as frick.”

“Oh,” Ned purses his lips. “Sorry?” 

“It’s okay. It just sucks. What about you? You’re always wearing short-sleeve shirts. Do you know who your soulmate is?”

Ned is about to answer but is interrupted by the teacher greeting everyone. Clearing your throat, you straighten, giving him a look to let him know you would finish the conversation at lunch. The class goes by slowly, and your next class seems even slower. By the time lunch rolls around, you’re ready to go home and cuddle up underneath a heap of blankets while watching a movie. The cafeteria is annoyingly loud when you enter but you ignore it, weaving your way through the students until you reach Ned’s table. He looks up from his comic book when you sit down, grinning widely. The two of you start a conversation and you remind Ned to tell you about his soulmate-situation. 

He explains that he has a fair idea who his soulmate is, but that he’s too nervous to talk to her. He points her out among the other Midtown students and you can’t help but smile. You tell Ned that she looks beautiful and he agrees a little too quickly, his cheeks heating up at the realization. You leave the subject alone and Ned seems grateful, but you make a mental note of bringing the subject back up another day. You decide you’ll try when Peter comes back because you assume he’ll help you set up his best friend with his possible soulmate. 

The rest of the day flies by - luckily for you - and before you know it, you find yourself tucked in among three blankets while waiting for Netflix to load To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. By the time it reaches the scene where they go on their ski trip, you’re fast asleep and for the first time in days, you don’t feel like you’re about to turn into an icicle. You welcome the slight warmth with open arms, enjoying your current dream about meeting your soulmate. 

When Monday rolls around, you’re brave enough to wear high-waisted skinny jeans and your Vintage Star Wars shirt. You and Ned had been texting almost the entire weekend and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging with him at lunch. Your texting consisted mostly of you urging him to ask out his soulmate or him asking you questions about the Spanish homework. You had tried asking the occasional question about Peter, finding it incredibly strange that he was missing so many days of school, but Ned admitted that he was just as clueless as you. 

Ned is sitting at his usual table when you enter the noisy cafeteria and you send him a wave, maneuvering your way through the very talkative students. With a huff, you sit down and begin rummaging through your backpack for the leftovers you had brought for lunch. Ned is already munching on a sandwich, which you admit look a lot better than your leftovers from last night’s dinner. You lean over and steal a chip from the open bag, quickly consuming it before Ned can say anything. 

“Hey,” Ned draws out the word, pouting in mock-hurt. 

You shrug. “Sorry, I’m hungry and couldn’t resist.” 

Ned turns the bag of chips around so the opening is in the middle of both of you. You thank him for his generosity, taking yet another barbeque chip and popping it into your mouth. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly wishing you had at least brought a pair of shorts. You’re warmer than you had felt in almost an entire week, and you come to the conclusion that your soulmate has come back from wherever they went. 

“You look warmer today. Soulmate’s back in town, huh?” Ned observes, giving you a playful wink. 

“I guess so. It feels nice and all but even just wearing jeans is hot.”

Ned’s eyebrows furrow. “If you’re that warm, your soulmate must be going to Midtown, too.” 

You push his statement away, not feeling like dealing with the whole soulmate thing at the moment. When you were younger, the moment when you find your soulmate had been everything you could think about. Now, although you still wanted to find him, you weren’t obsessed with the thought anymore. You’d find him when you find him. Before you can ask Ned how he did on the Spanish quiz you had in second period, you notice another figure sitting down at the table. Furrowing your brows, you glance up to inspect the new guest. 

“Oh, yeah, Peter’s back,” Ned shrugs innocently, a wide grin growing on his face. “Y/N, this is Peter. Peter, this is Y/N. She kept me company while you left the country.” 

You send Peter a quick smile before returning your attention to Ned. “That’s all I was good for? Should I leave you alone now?” You feign to be hurt by his words and it’s difficult to contain your laughter when Ned frantically shakes his head. 

“No! Please, don’t - I didn’t mean it like that. I’m your friend. We’re friends,” Ned stutters helplessly. “Right?” 

“Ned, she’s joking,” Peter informs his best friend with a small chuckle before leaning across the table with his fist extended. You finally let the string of giggles escape you, giving Peter the fist bump he was waiting for.

You ignore the gentle electric feeling, brushing it away like it’s nothing. Because it is - nothing. The corner of Peter’s mouth curves into a hesitant smile and you return it quickly before going back to your leftovers. You listen in on their conversation, finding the sudden warmth in your body difficult to ignore. Peter stops mid-sentence about his trip to Berlin with Tony Stark, and you glance at him curiously. He quickly shrugs off his flannel, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Is it just me or is it really hot in here?” Peter asks, taking a huge sip of his chocolate milk. 

“It’s not just you. I’m really warm, too.”

The two of you shrug and you try not to think about the warm feeling of safety and adoration spreading through your body. You can’t quite pinpoint if you’re imagining it or not, but Peter’s smile makes you feel even warmer. You pray that your cheeks don’t look as red as they feel. You listen closely as Peter picks his story back up but the two of you stop a moment later, finding Ned’s sudden silence strange and uncharacteristic. You glance at your new friend, raising a questioning eyebrow. 

“You guys are- I think you might be soulmates,” Ned mumbles and you share a confused look with Peter. 

“I don’t think-” Peter starts, but Ned interjects him quickly. 

“Think about it! Y/N was freezing when you were in Berlin, like, she literally fell asleep with three blankets. Now, you’re both sweating your butts off when you’re right next to each other,” Ned shares his observations and now that he’s saying it aloud, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched. “My mom told me that when you touch your soulmate for the first time, you’ll feel a tingling feeling or something. Did either of you feel something?” 

“I-I mean-” you begin, not entirely sure on how to explain it or to comprehend the new information.

“Y-Yeah, I did,” Peter admits softly. “When you touched me, I felt warm. You know, how you feel warm if you crush looks at you or when you watch videos of puppies?”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what feeling he was describing. You look at Peter and suddenly it’s as if you’re looking at him for the first time. You had never noticed how beautiful and sincere his dark eyes were before, or how soft his hair was. Possibly because you had never been this close to him, but seeing him like this made you wonder how Peter didn’t have half the girls at Midtown lining up for him. Ned claps his hands together, barely able to contain his excitement. 

“This is awesome,” he breathes in awe. “My two friends are soulmates. You guys better mention me at your wedding because if it wasn’t for me, you guys would’ve been too dumb to realize what was right under your noses.” 

“It’s a little early to talk about a wedding,” you joke, ignoring the blush making its way to your cheeks at the thought of calling Peter your husband. “Besides, I barely know Peter. I think we should start there first.” 

“Y-Yeah, no weddings just yet,” Peter chuckles before meeting your eyes. 

“Well, you both agreed to help me build my new LEGO figure today, so how about we start there?” Ned asks, his grin wide enough for the corner of his eyes to crinkle. You and Peter both nod, still not breaking eye contact. 

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