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Wow, two in two days and different fandoms?! Hope you all enjoy. If you want to be tagged in any of my writings or have any requests (not personal, just (y/n)) let me know!

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(y/n) lay in her bed in the Avengers tower, it was a Friday night and while everyone else was out drinking, she preferred to relax in her room and binge a show on Netflix. 

Hours had passed and before she knew, it was 2 am. Deciding she was hungry, (y/n) walked down to the kitchen. She tried her best to tiptoe quietly as she wasn’t sure if anyone else was home, much less asleep. 

As she came closer she noticed there was a small light coming from the kitchen. She was always afraid of an intruder, no matter how well protected the tower was there was always a small possibility that someone would be able to break in. 

She ignited a small flame from the palm of her hand, one of the powers that landed her in the Avengers in the first place. 

As she walked closer she heard a noise - almost like someone was singing. The door to the refrigerator closed, which was apparently casting the light and there stood Peter Parker, holding a sandwich. 

He looked up and noticed (y/n) standing there, the flame still burning in her hand.

“(y/n)? Everything okay?” He asked, taking a bite out of the food after.

She looked back down at her hand, forgetting about the flame she ignited and clasped her palms together, extinguishing it. 

“I came to get a snack and I heard something.” She said, looking back up at Peter and noticed he was only in a t-shirt too large for him and his underwear.

Peter looked down, realizing his current state and awkwardly walked behind the counter, his lower half out of her view. 

“What about you?” She asked, walking towards the cabinet and grabbing a microwavable cup of mac and cheese, tearing it open.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said, finishing off his sandwich and taking a seat in the barstool next to him

(y/n) nodded, placing the cup in the microwave.

“I also had a nightmare.” Peter said

You walked over to the island, leaning on the edge of the counter, “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.

Peter hesitated, you could almost see the thoughts written across his face. 

“They happen pretty often, actually.” He lightly chuckled “Always the same thing too, It was the mission about two, three months ago, the one with Loki. He took control of you.” 

Peter looked up, you could almost swear that you saw tears in his eyes.

“You started to attack me and I tried to get you out of the trance but I couldn’t. Everyone was telling me what to do but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.” 

At this point, a tear rolled down his face. You walked over to him, wiping it away gently.

“Peter, it was just a nightmare.” 

“It’s silly, I know.” 

“It’s normal. With all of the trauma that we go through in this job. Mentally, physically and emotionally it’s no surprise when we all get them every once in a while.”

He nodded, looking down at the counter and tracing his finger over the marble.

“You, know. You kind of make this all better. Thank you for talking with me, it helped.”

(Y/N) nodded “Any time. I know you would do the same for me.” 

She finished her food and put the trash away.

“(y/n)?” Peter said

“Yes?”

“uh- nothing. Goodnight.” He walked away quickly, back up to his room in the tower.

𝙍𝙄𝙋 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣 1976-2020