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“Merry Christmas Eve! I have a little something for you,” you pulled away and reached for your backpack. 

“Oh, Y/n! You didn’t have to,” May smiled as you got out the wrapped gift. 

You shrugged, “You’ve been a second mother to me ever since Peter and I were friends, even more since we started dating. Plus, I’m spending the whole day with my family tomorrow, so this is a good time to give you this.”

May chuckled, “Well, I have something, too.”

“Ooh, yay! Gift exchange!” You giggled and clapped your hands. May shared your enthusiasm by walking with a pep in her step to you. 

She handed you a medium-size box that had Santa wrapping paper on it. You handed May a little box, too, with Christmas tree wrapping paper.

You two opened it simultaneously. You gasped as you saw a a few face masks and a clay mask jar.

“Thank you so much, May! I love this!” You smiled. “Of course! I overheard you complain to Peter about not having a lot self-care products, so I got you some. Every girl needs at least a few of these 24/7.”

“Ah, I agree! Okay, open yours!” You pointed to the box who had been unwrapped, but not opened. 

May danced in place a little, gently opening the gift. She gasped and put her hand on her chest. Inside was a charm bracelet that had a seashell, May’s zodiac sign symbol, and a little circle charm that said ‘family’ with a heart. 

“Do you like it?” You asked, slightly anxious. 

“Oh, honey, I love it. Thank you!” May said, tears in her eyes. You chuckled as she gave you another hug. 

“You know, I haven’t had a charm bracelet since Peter’s parents died. Mary gave me a matching charm bracelet when we got really close, before her and Richard got married. After she passed, I had packed it away somewhere in all of  their things. Thank you so much, Y/n,” May smiled. 

“You’re welcome. Peter actually mentioned you liked charm bracelets when I asked him what you wanted for Christmas,” you explained. 

“Ah, gotta love that kid,” May smiled. 

“Agreed,” you smiled. “Speaking of him, where is he?”

“Hm, I think he and Ned went out somewhere. He should be back. He knows you’re here, right?” May asked. 

“Yeah, I texted him like, 15 minutes ago,” you pulled out your phone and frowned. 

On cue, the door opened and there appeared your boyfriend. He was out of breath, probably from running up the stairs to his apartment. He had a few gift bags in his hand, too. 

“Well, there is the man of the hour! Where have you been, Pete?” May asked. 

“Late Christmas shopping. I, uh, kinda forgot,” Peter laughed awkwardly, setting his backpack and the gifts down. 

“I thought you got kidnapped or something,” you teased. 

Peter turned to you and a big smile immediately came onto his face. He went over to you and engulfed you in a big hug. You relaxed instantly, melting into his embrace and putting your head in his shoulder. 

“I’m Spider-Man, babe, I can’t be kidnapped,” he whispered in your ear. 

You giggled quietly, pulling away and pecking his lips. Peter went to his gifts, handing a bag to May. 

“Aw, Peter, you shouldn’t have!” May smiled and grabbed it. 

“You would’ve yelled at me if I didn’t,” Peter snorted. May rolled his eyes, but smiled at she got her gift out. 

She held up a new spatula set. 

“Peter! This is just what I, well we, needed! Thank you! Now, I don’t have to buy anything,” May smiled. She hugged Peter and ruffled his hair. 

“You’re welcome, May. I have another gift for you, but you gotta open it tomorrow, when it's actually Christmas. And for you, I have loads of gifts!” Peter smiled at you.

You giggled, “Thank you, Petey.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, you two can run along. Keep the door open a little, I’ll be cooking dinner. Chilli okay for you, Y/n?” May asked.

“More than okay! Thank you!” You smiled. 

Peter took your hand, thanking May, and leading you to his room. 

Peter closed the door a little more than halfway, coming over to you and pressing a slightly needy, but sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. His hands snaked around your waist, walking backwards so you two fell on his bed. 

You pulled away and giggled, panting slightly. “Where did that come from?”

“I just missed you,” Peter said, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. He pulled away, getting your Christmas presents and putting them on the bed. There were two gift bags. You took off your backpack, taking out the couple of presents you got him. 

“Okay, um, here is one of yours,” you said, hanging him a small bag. 

“Yay!” Peter squealed like a little boy. You chuckled, putting your hand on his knee, anxiously waiting for him to open your present. 

Peter took out the tissue paper, gasping in excitement. He pulled out a medium-sized candle that you made. You had put your perfume scent and shampoo scent that Peter always said he loved.

“Y/n! OMG! I’m gonna light this up all. the. time,” Peter said.

“I’m glad you like it,” you smiled. “Like it? I love it! Okay, now open yours,” Peter said and shoved a big box in your face. You grabbed it, surprised by it’s weight.

You untied the ribbon and lifted the top fo the box. You gasped as you saw what the present was. It was a picture collage of you and Peter during Christmas times through the years. It spanned over the coarse of 11 years. You looked over the pictures, tears springing in your eyes as you saw pictures of you two from when you were 5 to literally the other day. You smiled as you saw the picture from last year, when you two finally started to date. In that picture, you two were kissing. That picture and the one from the other day were the only ones that had you kissing in them. You loved to see the development in your guys’s relationship over the years. 

“Do you like it?” Peter asked. 

“I love it, Pete. Thank you so much,” you sniffled. Peter put his hand up to your face, wiping a few tears that had fallen from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, Pretty Girl,” Peter said. You smiled softly and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I’m just really happy,” you said once you pulled away. Peter smiled, “Me, too, Okay, here’s a more personal gift that I got you.”

He gave you a little box that was wrapped. You unwrapped it, seeing that it was a white box. You took the top off, smiling even more when you saw the present. It was a silver necklace that had Peter’s name on it. 

“This is so cute! I see you’ve been paying attention to all the tik tok’s I’ve sent you,” you giggled. You leaned over again to kiss him. 

“Oh, I have. I also got a match one!” Peter said, taking out a silver bracelet. It had your name on it. 

“Ah! I love you,” you smiled at him. You put your necklace on, getting your phone out and seeing how it looked like on camera. 

“I love you, too. Sooooo, you said I have another gift for me?” Peter said. 

You giggled. “Yes I do, Petey.” You reached for your gift and handed it to him. Peter ripped it open, smiling excitedly as he saw you got him a Spider-Man watch. 

“This is awesome! I can’t believe I never even got one for myself,” Peter snorted. “Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome. I know how much you loooove Spider-Man,” you chuckled.

“Yes, indeed, I do,” Peter laughed. You helped Peter set the watch to the right time, putting it on for him. 

“This is so cool!” Peter squealed. 

“I’m glad you think so. I would’ve gotten you a Star Wars one, but I decided to get that one for Ned, and this one for you,” you shrugged. 

“Oh, he’ll love that,” Peter smiled. “I know. I'm an amazing gift giver,” you smirked. 

“That you are,” Peter said. He took you in his arms, laying down on the bed with you. You giggled, getting on top of him and straddling his waist.

“Trying to get lucky tonight, Parker?” You smirked. 

“Maybe,” Peter smiled. “Extra Christmas present?”

“Hm,” you hummed. You ran your fingers down his shirt, feeling his abs through the clothing. You leaned down, giving Peter a good view of your cleavage, as you were wearing a fairly low-cut shirt).

“Please,” Peter whined. You smiled and put your lips on his, kissing him slow and passionately. Peter put his hands on your waist, trailing down to your thigh. Before you two could go any further, you heard the laughter of children from outside. 

You pulled away, earning a grunt of annoyance from Peter. 

“OMG, Peter!” You exclaimed. 

“What?” Peter asked, setting his hand on your thigh. “You should dress up as Spider-Man and give kids candy canes and sing to them!” You exclaimed.

Peter made a face. “What? Why?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “Because, you are the “Friendly-Neighbourhood-Spider-Man”! Please? I’ll buy the chocolate and candy canes or whatever. Just go around the neighbourhood.”

“I don’t know, Y/n,” Peter said. “Oh, c’mon! You usually would be up for this! Please, it's for the kids. Plus, I’ll give you a treat,” you said, pouting. 

Peter smiled at you and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go and get my suit under my clothes. We can say goodbye to May and whenever we get the stuff, I’ll change into my suit.”

“Yay!” You exclaimed and clapped. You got off of his so he could go and get his suit on. He changed quickly, putting his jeans and sweatshirt on over. He grabbed his backpack, going out of his room with you. 

“Hey, May, Peter and I are gonna go to the store and get some candy,” you said. 

“Alright! Stay safe please. Call me if you need anything!” May said from her room. 

“Will do! Bye!” You exclaimed. “Bye, May!” Peter said. 

You two went out of the apartment, running down the stairs and going outside. You two went to the gas station, getting candy canes and chocolate. Once you got outside, Peter took his clothes off, putting his Spider-Man mask on. 

“Are you cold in that?” You asked him as he put his regular clothes in his backpack.  “Nah, the suit has a heater,” Peter said. “Wow, lucky. I'm freezing,” you chuckled, bouncing up and down to make some heat. 

“Aw, baby, you should’ve told me. Here, stay next to me, I’ll keep you warm,” he said, putting his arm around you. 

You put your hat over your ears and smiled up at him. “Thank you. Now, ready to get your Christmas on?”

“Yes!” Peter smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. 

You giggled and you walked around the neighbourhood, knocking on people’s doors. 

“Hello, may I help you?” The first door you knocked on opened quickly. 

“Hi! I’m Spider-Man and this is my assistant!” Peter said. 

“Yes,” you chuckled. 

“We’re just going around the neighbourhood to wish you Merry Christmas and give you some gifts,” Peter said and held out a few chocolate packs and candy canes. 

The woman at the door smiled and took the treats. “Thank you! Do you mind if I get my son? He is a big fan of yours.”

“No, not at all!” You smiled. 

The woman went into the house, son returning with a little boy. The little boy gasped. “Spider-Man!”

“Hey, buddy!” Peter crouched down. “Have you been good this year.” The little boy nodded with a wide smile. 

“Good. I gave your mom a few treats for you and your family. I wish you all a Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you so much. Do you mind if we take a picture?” The little boy’s mom asked. 

“Not at all,” Peter said. You moved out of the way, the little boy standing next to Peter. The mom took the picture, gesturing for the little boy to come back inside. 

“Thank you so much, again. This definitely made his Christmas.”

“It’s not problem, ma’am. Have a good night!” Peter said and waved. 

“You, too!” The woman smiled. The little boy waved at you two before the woman closed the door. 

You went by Peter’s side again, “See? Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yes, it was,” Peter said, putting his hand around you. 

You smiled and put your head on his shoulder, going to the next house. You and Peter did this for an hour and a half, going through all the houses and apartments, taking pictures with the kids. You two reached the last house finally, saying goodbye and wishing them a Merry Christmas. 

Peter put his clothes back on and you two went back into his apartment. You noticed May sleeping on the couch, and chilli on the stove. You two took off your coats and shoes, going over to the chilli. 

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you said, leaning on him as you got yourself chilli. 

“Of course, baby. It was really fun,” Peter smiled. He kissed your head, nuzzling his cheek onto the top of your head. 

“Good, I’m glad,” you said. You two walked into Peter’s room. You two set the bowls onto his desk. Peter changed out of his Spider-Man suit, putting back on his underwear. But before he could put on the rest of his clothes, you took his hand and pushed him on the bed. 

Peter smiled wide and you smirked, climbing on top of his lap. 

“Merry Christmas, Peter Parker,” you whispered, capturing his lips into a kiss. 

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(At the Avengers Facility)

You breathed heavily, not daring to open your eyes to meet a bright hurting light. Your head and stomach, even back, just hurt too much to make you move a muscle. You kept quiet and listened to two voices talking about you.

“What are we going to do with her? Let them take her too?”

“No. We’re not going to do anything.”

“She’s wanted Tony-”

“The world doesn’t know of her. The kid can go free if we let her.” Tony sighed. “Also, I gave a promise to my ki- Peter.”

The last words from Tony’s mouth slowly faded away as you fell unconscious once again.

 The next time voices ran inside your ears came from unfamiliar people. You focused on the beeping around you and sound of people walking. It annoyed you to the point where you slowly opened your eyes but cringed at the bright light you had avoided earlier. You understood where you were after taking in all your surroundings.

“Finally. You’re awake.” A kind-sounding doctor smiled towards you. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You mumbled back trough a heavy sigh.

You lifted your weight up with your elbows and wanted to sit up, but fell back down quickly due to pain in your lower back and left arm. You grounded out with annoyance and closed your eyes again. What the hell happened to you?

“Just take it easy, you’re hurt.” Another doctor next to you informed. Like you hadn’t noticed…

“Uhm, what happened t-to me?” Your tired voice forced out a question, as you slowly opened your eyes more easily this time.

“I think Mr. Stark will have to tell you that.” One of the doctors replied.

Why Tony Stark? Can’t your doctors talk to you? And where is your dad?

“Alright, but have you seen my-” You sighed, understanding well your dad wouldn’t be around. “I mean Captain America?”

You remembered the fight in Berlin, and that your father would be a ‘criminal’ after the fight, but you didn’t remember what happened to you.  

“He’s not here.” One of the doctors looked down, before turning around and walking towards the door. “I’ll go find Mr. Stark for you.”

You just sighed. Tears started to build up in your eyes due to the messed-up thoughts and confusion in your head. You didn’t know where your dad was, or if he even was ok. You don’t know why you’re laying in a hospital bed, at the Avengers Facility to be more exact. You definitely don’t understand why the doctors can’t explain anything to you. And now, you would have to talk to the man your father fought… Just great.

 Minutes passed and the door to your room flew open. You jumped back shocked and cringed at the pain your back gave you, but rolled your eyes when you spotted the man. Tony Stark entered your room, grabbed a chair and sat down not to close to your bed. You were left alone.

“How you feeling kid?” Tony asked, not showing to much emotion.

Did he hate you or something? Because it sure felt like it.

“Alright.” You shrugged back and looked down at your folded hands.

“You know.” Tony started, making you look up and into his eyes. “You have to thank Peter for not being in a pri- for being here.”

“Okay…” You answered carefully, almost lifting an eyebrow at the billionaire.

“I’m sure you have questions? About your dad?” Tony continued, gaining a desperate nod from you.

“Well, your dad is currently out of reach. Some of his friends are imprisoned.” Tony raised his hands easily in defence. “Not my call.”

This simple information broke your heart. You felt happy that your dad was probably safe, but the thought of your own teammates being captured broke your heart. Uncle Sam, as you called him, in prison? What about Natasha? They are your family. You deserve to be the same place as them, but here you are. Taken care of and everything.

“Then why am I here?” You asked demanding, showing anger in your eyes to Tony’s surprise.

“You’re free to go kid. Not too many know of you, so you’re free to go.” Tony sighed.

“I’m free to go because of Pete, right? That’s what you promised him?”

Tony looked at you, surprised that you had figured it out. The truth though was that you had heard him talk with someone about it, between your blackouts. You knew Tony didn’t let you go for your own sake, but for Peter’s sake. You felt like Tony actually hated you, now that your father – what used to be Tony’s friend – had betrayed him. You didn’t really blame him though.

“I should go. I have some things to take care of.” Tony said with a sigh and got up from his chair, not looking at you.

“Take care of my dad, right?” You asked the man coldly, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Pete is on his way to visit you.” Was the only response Tony gave you, before he turned completely around and walked out the room.

Your expression immediately softened as he left the room. You let your eyes look down at the bandage on your arm, carrying hurt in them. You felt confused. Angry. Sad. What was going to happen now? When will you see your father again? Cold tears poured down your face due to the broken feeling your heart screamed out. You really needed Peter to hurry over, right now.

 It only took 30 minutes, when a face you really needed to see appeared in the door to your room. Peter’s eyes carried a mix of sadness, concern, and happiness all at once. He looked adorable all together. A croak smile appeared on your lips as Peter sat down on the same chair as the metal-man had used earlier, but Peter brought it closer to your bed of course.

“Hey darling.” Peter sighed with relief. “Are you felling ok?”

You fixed your position and let out your one good arm for Peter to hold onto. You looked deeply into his eyes, just enjoying the moment before you wanted to use words.

“I’m better now that you’re here.” You smiled more, gaining a sweet smile from Peter in return.

“I’m just glad you’re awake. You’ve been out for two days now… thanks to-” Peter paused and bowed his head down with shame. “Thanks to me.”

He didn’t dare too look into your eyes. It was his fault you now found yourself in a hospital bed with a broken arm and hurting back. He was the cause of your pain.

“What do you mean Pete?” You asked softly and tilted your head, making Peter barely look up at you.

“It’s all my fault Y/n. I did this to you.” Peter wanted to almost cry when he looked back at what happened. “We fought and-”

“Oh.” You said calmly, now looking at the wall in front of you instead of Peter. It scared him. “I’m starting to remember now…”

“I’m so sorry Y/n I was so scared I love you and I never wanted to hurt you that badly I’m so sorry and won’t forgive myself if you won’t forgive me but you don’t have to cause I did this to you and -” Peter rambled in a messy apology, looking at you devastated now.

You only giggled and looked back at him, making him start to feel confused.

“It’s ok Peter. I love you too. It was an accident. I just wish I knew- I wish I knew you were Spiderman.” You sighed and tightened the grip you had on his hand. “And I should have told you who I am, of course.”

Peter tilted a smile with his lips, quickly feeling relief wash over him. He doesn’t know what he would have done if you wouldn’t forgive him. Because he would never have forgiven himself for causing you pain.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you about the whole Spiderman thing, but I was just scared.” Peter sighed. “Scared it would lead you into danger. But I see now that you already... yeah you know.”

You both laughed lightly, enjoying a small moment of confessions and love. You wanted to smile and laugh with Peter for the rest of the day, but other terrifying thoughts tried to take over the moment for you. You finally felt ready to ask away about what was going to happen next when your laughter died down. Peter looked deeply into your eyes, understanding you had questions.

“Pete…” You swallowed hard, having a hard time to express your words. “Will my- Will my father come back for me?“

Peter breathed out heavily, not sure what to say or how. He didn’t want to make you more confused, or sad for that matter.

“Well, I’m sure he will be back, but I can’t tell you when. He’s on the run, you know.” Peter tried carefully, slowly stroking his thumb across your arm.

Your eyes carried disappointment. You didn’t exactly feel abandonment from your father, but you kind of with he would take you with him. But you knew, at the same time, how difficult that would be for him.

“I guess you’re right, but… I don’t know where to go after this.” You rambled trough small sobs you didn’t know you let out. “Tony must hate me… My family is captured… My dad is gone. I-I’m alone Pete…”

Your sobs became clearer and the sight broke Peter’s heart into pieces. You brought your good arm up to cover your face, not wanting to cry because of this in front of Peter. As expected though, could you soon feel Peter’s warm heat over you, along with his strong arms around your upper body. He held you – not too harshly – and just let you sob into his shirt.

“It’s okay angel, I’m here. You’re not alone.” Peter whispered to your ears, trying to calm you down. “I’ll never leave your side. I’m never leaving you alone. You can come stay with me, okay?”

Your red nose and teary eyes blinked a few seconds and let go from the hug Peter gave you. He didn’t dare to let from your hand though. He just stared into your eyes with so much love, giving your heart some hope. It made you calm down.

“Okay…” You whispered back, cracking a weak smile on your lips.

“That’s my girl.” Peter smiled fully now. “I promise everything is going to be ok.”

You didn’t even know Peter had the ability to sound so grown up and make you calm down like this. You saw a new side of him today. A side filled with more love than before.

At the same time as Peter made you smile again, was the metal man – as you liked to call him – planning his next move to stop Captain America. Such said man on the other hand, was preparing a letter for you.

A letter that would probably break your heart, even more. 

to be continued...

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