summary: reader fell hard for peter. wanda encourages the reader to confess her feelings to him before it’s too late. little do they know....
pairings: peter parker x reader / wanda x reader (platonic) / avengers x reader (platonic)
a/n: THIS IS SO SAD I’M SORRY ):
THIS WAS NOT your best day. Your school presentation was not what you hoped it would be, you embarrassed yourself in front of all your friends, training was a disaster, and to make it all worse, you just heard that your crush was falling for someone who was clearly not you. It felt like the day was just a slap in the face. You were overwhelmed with how terrible the day has been.
You let out a shaky breath as you continued to hit the punching bag. You knew this was the best way to release all your stress and anxiety so you have been doing this for the past few hours. The more you punched, the angrier you got. Tears started to fall, you didn't know why but it was kind of helping. You didn't notice how intense your punching had gotten before you were interrupted.
"[Y/N]?" A voice spoke out.
You didn't need to see his face in order to know it was your best friend. You quickly wiped your tears before Peter could see.
"Yes, Peter?" You whispered then continued to punch the bag. You did not want him to see you crying. If he saw you crying he'd insist on you telling him and that won't end well for you.
"What's wrong?" He questioned with concern as he stood next to you with sweat covering his shirtless body. You avoided eye contact, not wanting it to be harder on yourself.
"Nothing." You answered as you punched the bag. You noticed that you started to punch harder and pictured her as the bag.
"[Y/N]," Peter urged. He saw your facial expression, your puffy eyes and how exhausted you looked. "We both know there's something wrong. Please, tell me. We tell each other everything."
Not this time. You thought in your head. You didn't want to admit that you had feelings for him. Every time you saw his face you saw her. You hated it.
You were both interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You and Peter turned to see Wanda with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You dropped your hands, the two of you giving her full attention. She gave the two of you a quirked eyebrow, "I need to speak with [Y/N]."
You looked at Peter before grabbing your things. As you were about to leave you felt Peter grab your hand. "You know I care. I'll always be there for you," Peter whispered to you. "I'll be in my room if you want to talk." You stared at him, not knowing what to say. He sighed then let go of your hand and walked away.
You felt chills run down your spine as you then walked to Wanda's room. Before you could sit down you heard the door shut. You jumped in surprise then relaxed on her bed.
"So, did Steve talk to you about training me?" You asked as you started to play with a stress ball she had sitting to the side of her desk. Your eyes wandered around her room, taking in all her decorations and pictures she had hung up.
"No," Wanda started. "That's not what I wanted to talk about." She sat on the corner of her bed directly in front of you. Your knees were basically touching.
"Oh?" You questioned, your eyes now focused on her. "So, what's up?"
"I need to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me. No questions, just answer." Wanda spoke sternly.
"Uhh... alright?" You whispered as your heart started to race. Every single bad thing you have ever done started popping up in your head. You stealing Vision's food for the past 2 weeks, you pranking Tony every other day, you hacking into Steve's computer and creating dating profiles, you talking to Thor about-
"Why haven't you told Peter about your feelings towards him?" Wanda finally asked.
This threw you off completely. You would like to say you were shocked, but at the same time you should've known, she has the ability to read minds. You mentally slapped yourself.
"Look, it's not as easy as it seems..." You blushed. "I don't know what traditions you had in Sokovia but here in America, girls don't really say they like someone unless they're willing to take the risk of being humiliated. Today has not been my day either so, I'd rather not."
Wanda smirked, "[Y/N], I think you should tell him. Trust me."
"No, no way." You shook your head as you stood up.
"You're going to regret it, [Y/N]." Wanda continued. "At least think about it."
"That's the thing! I don't want to! Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up." You started speaking. You then thought about it, the embarrassment it would bring. "I actually think I'm going to throw up..." You gripped your stomach and hunched over her desk.
Wanda laughed lightly at your hysteria, "[Y/N] you are young and have so much to look forward to. Take this risk!" That's the thing, Wanda knew it wasn't a risk. She can read Peter's mind and see how much he loves you.
"I-I can't," You stuttered as you violently clawed at the stress ball.
Wanda tried not to laugh, biting her lip before continuing, "What if you write how you feel about him on a piece of paper like if you're talking to him?"
"So, a love letter?" You questioned as you stopped squishing the ball to death.
Wanda shrugged, "If you want to call it that."
You gave her a look, "I don't know..."
Wanda adjusted herself to face you properly, "Just say everything, pour everything out."
You thought for a moment. Maybe you should, what could go wrong? You're just letting your feelings out so you don't burst out all your emotions at anyone's face.
You slowly nodded, "I guess it's not a bad idea..."
Before the conversation could continue, FRIDAY spoke into the room. "I apologize for interrupting your conversation with Miss [L/N]. Miss Maximoff, Rogers is urging an emergency mission. You will report to the hanger immediately. Miss [L/N] and Mr. Parker will remain at the base until further notice."
Wanda looked over at you as you stood up, "Look, I want you to know that it's fine to have feelings for someone. Please don't be ashamed of your feelings. Love is a beautiful thing, embrace it!"
You smiled weakly at her and nodded. Before you left the room, you looked back at her, "Good luck on the mission, I know you'll do amazing!" You encouraged. Wanda smiled and left the area while you walked to your room.
You looked around the room before deciding to start on the letter. It's the least you can do for Wanda. You didn't know why she was urging you to express your feelings so badly, but you assumed she just wanted to have some sort of entertainment out of this. You shook your head before you started writing.
"Dear Pete," You wrote down. You shook your head and erased the two words. Too cliché. "Hey! Peter...." No. "Heeey!" Ew, no. "Penis Parker!" Ugh, he'd hate it. The eraser was your new best friend. The shards of that pink rubber were scattered all over your desk. "Yo, Peter..." NO! You sighed in frustration and laid your head down.
Focus, [Y/N]! You thought. Gather your thoughts together and relax.
You exhaled deeply as you thought about the times you spent with Peter. From the day you met, til now. You felt your heart flutter and your face flush. Wow, you really were falling for him. You were falling hard. Gosh, you hoped this would help. You opened your eyes and got a new paper. You felt your hands moving, letting your heart do the talking. It was as if it was perfect timing when FRIDAY began to speak after you closed off the letter.
"Mr. Stark is requesting you and Mr. Parker to immediately leave the base and assist the team for back up," FRIDAY spoke. You nodded to yourself and quickly started to change into your suit. Before you left, you saw the letter was still on your desk. You snatched it and shoved it into your suit before leaving.
The mission was rough. The team anticipated the HYDRA base would be smaller and contain only a few agents. Little did they know that the remainder of their base was underground. In other words, it was their second biggest base.
"Fall back!" Steve called into the comms. It was getting too chaotic. Even with you and Peter as backups, it wasn't enough.
You were all heading back when you heard Steve shout in pain. Everyone didn't notice and tried to adjust themselves in the jet. You looked out to see Steve hiding behind a bin. He was wounded, bleeding from being shot at.
"I'm going back for Steve!" You called out to the team.
"[Y/N] no!" Tony rejected.
"[Y/N] STOP!" Peter called out.
You sprinted out the Quinjet without a second thought. You went back to where Steve was last seen. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. You quickly scanned the area and found him hiding behind a tree. You sprinted as you dodged the bullets flying at you. You threw yourself to the ground and saw Steve staring at you with wide eyes.
"You should've stayed on the ship," Steve grunted.
You gave out a laugh, "And let our captain get captured by HYDRA? I don't think that will be a fun reunion."
Steve laughed before allowing you to help him up. He let some of his weight onto you but knew your body wouldn't be able to handle all of his weight so he attempted to keep most of his weight to himself.
You struggled as you tried to balance his weight onto you as bullets were raining down on the two of you. Thankfully, Steve's shield took the hits. You both struggled while getting closer to the ship. The team urged the two of you to pick up the pace as the ship began to get ready to leave.
Just as you were about to step foot on the platform, you felt a sharp pain shooting up your spin. You gasped in shock and felt your body go weak. You fell to the floor, along with Steve who was leaning against you.
"[Y/N]!" Peter cried out as the team was quick to bring the two of you into the ship and take off.
You struggled to breathe as you felt the unbearable pain all around your body. Peter pulled you deeper into the ship as everyone was scattered around.
"No no no!" Peter cried as the team tried to help you and Steve. Tony was by your side and pressed down on your wound to prevent it from bleeding out. You screeched in pain as you now began choking on the blood coming out of your mouth.
Peter began sobbing as Bruce tried his best to treat your bullet wound. Steve was fine by the time Bruce began to do an emergency surgery with the tools on the ship. Natasha was pulling her hair in anxiety as Clint set the jet to autopilot. Tony pulled Peter into his chest as Peter still held a tight grip on your hand.
"You're going to be fine!" Bruce assured as he shakily tried pulling out the bullet from your body. "Focus on Peter!"
You cried as you felt the sharp pain shooting up your spine once again. More blood began to leave your wound making the team freak out. Peter was now cupping both of your cheeks, his face near yours, "[Y/N] look at me! Yes! You're doing great, just look at me okay? We're going to be okay."
"I need bandages and towels!" You heard Bruce shout. Everyone scrambled to their feet and tried to collect anything that could help. You knew the wound had damaged something inside of you. You were all hours away from the base, you weren't going to make it. You accepted your fate.
You stared into Peter's eyes. The same beautiful eyes you met all those months ago. The same eyes you fell in love with. The same eyes you dreamed about every night. You almost forgot how magical they were. It was as if you were being hypnotized.
You panted as you looked up at Peter. Your eyes never breaking eye contact. Your hands shook as you reached for the letter in your suit. A bloodstained paper was firm in your hands as you gave it to Peter. He held onto your hand and paper. Tears fell down his face as he shook his head.
"I I-I'm sorry," You whispered.
With that, you took your last breath. Your eyes drifted off as the team stared in horror.
"No no no!" Peter shouted. "[Y/N] open your eyes! Love, open your eyes!"
He pulled your bloody, wounded body onto his lap as he shook you. With every shake, he hoped you would miraculously wake up. Peter shouted in agony when he realized you weren't going to wake up. He lost one of the only people he truly cared for. He would never get you back. He shouted in pain as the team looked away in shame as their tears fell down their faces. Peter sobbed into your lifeless body as the team silently reflected on what just happened for the rest of the trip back to the base.
Hours went by and the team was back at the base. Workers from the infirmary tried grabbing your body from Peter's grip.
"N-No!" Peter cried as he tried to pull you closer to him.
"Peter, please..." Tony whispered as he slowly released Peter's grip from you. The workers grabbed your body from him and placed you on the table that would wheel you out.
"I'm sorry kid," Tony whispered as he had tears fall down. Peter stared at your pale, lifeless body. He didn't know what to do. It was as if there were no tears left to cry. Your body was taken to the morgue as the team stared in silence. A few moments passed when Peter silently left the area. The team stared at him in sorrow. They knew he was broken.
Peter clung onto the paper in his hand and stared down at it as he maneuvered his way to his room on the residential level. He was terrified to open it. There were endless possibilities of what that paper held. His mind rambled on as he stood at the door to his room.
"Password?" FRIDAY spoke out.
Peter froze. He felt his body tense up as his mind went blank. Peter's lips trembled as his breath shook, he was silent for a while. He couldn't say it.
"Password?" FRIDAY repeated.
Peter choked out a sob,"[Y- [Y/N]." He leaned his forehead against the door as he cried.
"Password accepted," FRIDAY responded. A click flickered and the door was open.
Peter closed the door behind him and finally threw himself on his bed. He allowed himself to fully release all the emotions his body was going through. Anger. Fear. Anxiety. Sorrow. Grief. Love. It felt like hours before he decided to calm down. He silently leaned against the frame of his head and stared out the window.
Wanda quietly walked into his room. She took in the scene and felt her mind going crazy with the emotions and thoughts running through Peter's head. Peter was staring out the window silently, eyes puffy and his chest shaking lightly from the lack of oxygen he received from sobbing a moment ago. No one knew what to say to Peter so they sent Wanda to check up on him. Since she can read minds, it would help her take the right steps on what to say.
"Hey..." Wanda whispered.
Peter looked up at her, his eyes drooping with pain. He turned around again and stared out the window, the letter in his tight grip. He still hasn't opened the letter, he wanted to hold onto a piece of you for as long as he could.
"Have you read it yet?" Wanda finally spoke.
Peter lightly shook his head.
"I think you should read it." She urged.
Peter felt tears falling, "This is the last thing she gave me. The last piece of her. She died while giving it to me. I don't think I can handle reading it, not yet."
Wanda sighed, "She had a purpose for it, Peter. Trust me."
He didn't respond, instead, he continued to stare out the window. Wanda exhaled deeply and sat on the bed with Peter. She was going to stay with Peter the whole day to make sure he was safe. She also wanted to make sure he would be fine after reading what was in that letter.
After a few hours, he finally had the courage of opening the letter. He looked at the letter in hesitation. Wanda peered up at him and waited. He sighed before opening the envelope and seeing the folded paper.
He teared up seeing your beautiful handwriting covering the entire page. Your perfume illuminated from the paper. It was as if you were still there. Peter felt his hands shake as he fixed his eyes onto the letter. He took a deep breath before starting to read.
The first time we spoke was when you asked me where the training room was. I remember laughing because you looked lost. It was adorable. You were so confused by all the levels and would silently freak out when we would pass by any of the team members. I smiled as I gave you a tour of the base, showing you all the short cuts and the best hideouts whenever we needed time alone. It was honestly the best day of my life. You were so shy but I knew that we were going to be best friends. I felt the connection from that day.
The second time we spoke was when Tony assigned us to train together later that week. I remember walking into the training room to see you starstruck at Natasha. You wouldn't stop stuttering! It was the funniest thing to happen, especially when she tackled you on the mat. Unfortunately, you got hurt and I had to take you to the infirmary. The whole way there, I couldn't stop staring at you. The way your eyes wandered around the base and observed all the things we passed by. You looked beautiful, I knew that I was falling for you. Even as you were getting your arm brace, the small smile you gave me made my heart flip. Who was I to let Peter Parker steal my heart? I don't regret it one bit.
When we went for our mission, we were already hanging out for a while. We were both terrified. Your hands were shaking. It was our first mission with The Avengers. I stared at your hands, the way you gripped onto your suit, your knuckles were as white as a snowflake. I wanted to hold them. I wanted to tell you that everything was going to be fine. I chose not to. Instead, I called you a snowflake to help you ease your nerves. You smiled at the nickname. That damn smile. That smile healed my nerves as if we were on any other mission.
After that day, we started talking more than before. That mission helped us connect better. The team was happy we were getting along so well, little did they know was how hard I was falling for you. We had more missions together. We were technically forced to talk to each other by the team but it didn't feel that way. It felt like home. As weird as it sounded, I knew you were meant to be in my life. It was no coincidence.
Since that time, I started caring for you more than I did for myself. It was different. Even now, as I'm writing this my heart is flipping out of its chest. Do you see how in love I am with you? I felt like we were meant to be something more than just friends. That's the sad part, I knew there would be nothing else. I know you only want to be friends. This letter is only to help me release my feelings, to help me release the tension. Even today at the training room, I know you saw me crying. I was crying for you, Peter. Don't feel bad, now. I was crying because I know you have feelings for her. Yes, her. Don't worry. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Peter Parker understand that I will never leave your side.
If you're reading this, that means I suddenly had the courage to show how I truly felt. That, or something bad happened. I don't know what it is but I'm sure it was for the best. I hope this letter finds you well.
P.S. I love you Peter Parker
A cry escaped Peter's lips. He pulled the letter to his chest as he sobbed into his room. Wanda gave him a pained smile as she pulled him into her chest, stroking his hair. She waited as she felt Peter's mind racing. He continued crying and sobbing as he thought about all the moments you two had. How it was all being ripped away from him.
"She loved you, Peter," Wanda finally spoke. "Don't blame yourself for a decision she made."
Peter shook his head and felt tears falling down his cheeks, "Why didn't she tell me?"
"She was scared of your rejection." Wanda sighed.
He cried, he never felt so guilty in his entire life. He looked up at Wanda, "That's the thing. I loved her. I was head over heels for her. From the day we met, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I-I was just too scared to admit it..."
"I know," Wanda sighed. "That's why I wanted her to write you this letter. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the day. I was hoping you two would realize your feelings for one another."
Peter covered his face and began to sob uncontrollably. Wanda sighed in sorrow, she knew exactly what Peter was feeling. Peter continued to cry at the thought of you. He knew he can't have you. He will never have you. Everything he loves always dies, he just never thought it would be you too. He fell hard for you and you never even knew.
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