Summary : Y/N and Peter go out to a party, but Y/N gets a bit too high and drunk and Peter has to take care of her.
Word Count : 842
Warnings : smoking, drinking, high!reader, drunk!reader, fluff, Peter being cute
Pairing/Characters : Peter Parker x reader, M.J.
Prompt :” ok sorry i gotta send in another one too because that one was angsty as helllllll. need some cheeriness too!!!! Peter this time maybe? chartreuse + juniper + cloud “ - anon | chartreuse - “Are you high right now?” | juniper - “Please put your clothes back on.” | cloud - “Ugh. What happened last night?”
A/N: I’m so sorry these are short, I’m trying my best. DONT DRINK OR SMOKE IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!!
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The music was pounding in Peter’s ears as he made his way through the crowded house that was full of drunk and high teenagers. He was looking for his girlfriend, Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found. He was becoming worried, his thoughts causing him to be more on edge as he continued his search.
Y/N was sitting in a corner with M.J. and a few other teens, all of them taking turns hitting a blunt. Y/N’s senses were buzzing, everything seemed so heightened. Her tired eyes roamed the mass crowd of people until they landed on her boyfriend’s frame. She got up from the group, stumbling over to her boyfriend with her red cup in her hand.
“Pete! Baby isn’t this so much fun?” Y/N mumbled lazily. Peter had caught Y/N as she came over to him and nearly fell to the floor. He sighed as he supported his girlfriend as they walked to the front yard.
“Babe, I love that you’re having fun but I think it’s time for us to go.” He said taking the cup and dumping it out on the concrete. Y/N whined, the smell that was emitting from her finally hit Peter’s nose and cringed. “Are you high right now?” He asked, looking at his mess of a girlfriend.
Y/N just shrugged in response. When she went to go say something she stopped herself and instead started throwing up into the grass. With Peter being the amazing boyfriend he is, he held her back from her face as she emptied her stomach of all contents.
“I wanna go home.” Y/N said in a soft and tired voice after throwing up her insides. Peter nodded in agreement.
“I’ve already called a cab, they’ll be here in about five minutes.” Y/N nodded and sat on the stairs, Peter followed and held her hand. Everything Y/N was feeling a few minutes ago was gone as she was now feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
When the cab arrived to the house Peter helped Y/N in and gave the driver instructions to her apartment. The taxi driver asked no questions as he drove the teens through the streets of New York. Y/N had passed out quickly, snoring softly against Peter’s shoulders. He just chuckled at her and kissed the top of her head.
“Baby, wake up we’re here.” Peter woke Y/N up when they arrived at her apartment complex. They thanked the driver and as Peter paid the driver Y/N got out and started walking up the front steps. Peter hurried after her to make sure she’d be okay.
The two teens headed to Y/N’s apartment, as Y/N was too out of it to open her door Peter unlocked it with the spare key he had. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? You reek of weed.” Y/N just hummed as she followed her boyfriend into her bedroom, “I’m going to run you a bath okay? Stay here.”
Peter left to start her bath and when he came back he had to cover his eyes. “Babe, why are you naked” He asked as he tried not to laugh at his girlfriend’s behaviour.
“You said I stunk, so I took off my clothes.” Y/N giggled nealy tripping over her own feet as she tried to walk to Peter.
“Please put your clothes back on, and lets get you into the bath.” The rest of the night was a struggled of getting Y/N to clean herself up and get into bed, but when she finally did Peter was relieved. He stayed with her that night to make sure she would be safe home alone.
The morning sun wasn’t what woke the hero up, it was the sound of Y/N vomiting that woke him up. He hurriedly went to the bathroom and soothed is girlfriend as her head hung over the toilet. She coughed when she was done, and slumped against the bathtub next to her. Peter was right there with a wet cloth to wipe her face with.
“Ugh, what happened last night?” Y/N groaned as she held her head, the throbbing pain made her wince at the sound of her own voice.
Peter chuckled, “Let’s just say you are very entertaining when under the influence of marijuana and alcohol.” The two just laughed as he filled her in on their adventures the night before.
Working on a science project with a very in love Peter Parker:
Initially being annoyed that you were paired with him because your best friend was in the same class. He seemed like fun though so you weren’t to mad.
Him stumbling over his words all the time
At first you thought he was being patronising because he would always praise when you got something right. Turns out he’s just a very happy and encouraging soul.
Getting along really well
Finding out he likes most things that you like
Solving long equations together (although you could’ve sworn he was purposely not talking just to hear your voice)
Volunteering to take it home and finish it
Him arguing and saying he’d do it
Rambling… so much rambling from the pair of you.
Catching Ned winking at Peter and then nodding towards you
“What was that about?”
“What was what about?”
“That.”
“What’s that?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you.”
“What?”
“That!”
The pair of you bursting out laughing
Growing close to him
Asking for his number
He was so excited
“Of course, text me and you can come round to mine. To study! Obviously I wasn’t insinuating that we... to finish the project.”
You went to each others houses
Ned also joined you two
You’re pretty sure he said he was a “third wheel” but it was a mumble.
The project was amazing by time you had finished it
When you had to present the project you had to do it alone because he left you (to be Spider-man)
Being more upset then mad at him
Ignoring his texts
Peter showing up at your house with flowers which were dead and majority of the petals fallen off
Summary : Peter and Y/N had been dating for quite some time now, but after the two get into a fight over Peter being Spider-Man, they leave things in a bad place, wishing they could take it all back.
Word Count : 2 k+
Warnings : angst, fighting, car accident, sad stuff
Pairing / Characters : boyfriend!peter Parker x reader, M.J., Aunt May
Prompt : “If requests open still, Peter Parker x reader where something goes wrong and reader ends up in a coma?” - anon
A/N : don’t have much to say, so enjoy!
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The past few days had been tense. Peter had skipped out on three dates, his excuse always being his duties as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Of course Y/N, understood what being the hero meant to her boyfriend, but did he really forget his duties as her boyfriend?
Y/N sighed, a frown crossing her lips as she sat down her phone on her nightstand. It was nearly midnight, usually the time when Peter would call to wish her sweet dreams before she went to bed. That didn’t happen tonight, just like it didn’t happen the night before, or the night before that. Y/N was starting to worry about Peter’s feelings for her. Did he still want her? Did he even want to be her boyfriend anymore? Had he lost feelings. Questions like these buzzed in her brain, numbing her from all other things outside. With that frown still painted on her face, Y/N went to bed with a heavy heart, in hopes that maybe Peter would call or at least text her later that night.
When morning came Y/N didn’t even jump for her phone, knowing pretty well that Peter more than likely didn’t bother to contact her. Since it was the weekend, Y/N thought she might as well pay a visit to Peter’s apartment, check in on him and make sure he wasn’t dead. She through on a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, then headed for his complex. Y/N rehearsed what she would say to him when she got to his door, but when she actually got there her mind went blank.
“Y/N! Hi there, come in!” Aunt May said excitedly as she let the teen into the apartment. Y/N gave her a weak smile.
“Hi Aunt May, is Peter home?” Y/N asked, her hands now tucked into the front pockets of her jeans to stop herself from fidgeting with her fingers.
Aunt May nodded, “Oh yes, he’s just in his room. Go on and head back there if you want.” The woman smiled. Y/N nodded and headed to the room, her heart rate increasing with each step she took.
Slowly, she knocked on the door, “Peter?” Her voice was quiet. When he didn’t answer she thought she might not have heard her, so she went to knock again but the door swung open. On the other side stood Peter, busted lips and blackened eyes.
“What are you doing here?” The way those words came out of his mouth stung Y/N’s skin like scolding hot water.
“I just wanted to check in on you.” Y/N took a step back, her whole demeanor changing. Maybe it was a mistake going to his apartment, maybe he just wanted to be left alone. Peter left the door opened and walked back into his room. His suit was thrown in a pile, covered in dirt. Hesitantly, Y/N walked in after him and shut the door behind her. “What happened?” Y/N finally asked.
“Just some stuff, I’m fine.” He sat at the edge of his bed and looked down at his hands.
“Peter, what’s been going on? I- you flaked on three dates this week, you’ve been distant. Am I not what you want anymore?” Y/N had to ask, she had to let it out.
Peter’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. “I missed those dates because I had to save the city, you know that!” Peter shook his head, “You know what being Spider-Man means to me, you know what my duties are.”
Before she could even process what she was saying, the words slipped from her mouth, “And what about your duties as my boyfriend?”
Peter’s eyes widened, almost as if he was shocked that she would say something like that. “Not everything is about you, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“If being Spider-Man matters more to you than the well being of our relationship, than maybe you should just focus on that.” Peter didn’t even look at her. It hurt. It hurt because he didn’t care. It hurt because he didn’t realize what he was doing to her. Y/N nodded and looked down at her hand, the hand that was wearing a ring Peter had given her for their anniversary. He had saved up all his money to make sure he had enough money to go buy it for her, but now it seemed like it didn’t mater.
Y/N placed the ring on his desk, looking one last time at the boy who wasn’t even caring that his girlfriend was walking away from an argument that he didn’t care to listen to or fix. Y/N walked out of the apartment as fast as possible, her eyes blurring as she rode the elevator down to the lobby. The tears flowed freely, staining her cheeks with dirty streaks. She walked out of the complex angry and hurt. Her mind was a mess, thinking about everything that just happened, Peter’s attitude towards her, and what she possible could have done to make him so mad.
The distraction of her thoughts stopped when she heard the screeching of tires and people screaming. Her blurry eyes couldn’t see what was coming at her until it was too late. A semi-truck came at her full speed, hurtling itself onto the sidewalk where she was standing and tossing her back against a store wall. Y/N didn’t even have time to scream, she was already unconscious with blood dripping from her cracked open skull.
Peter didn’t hear the crash even though it was only a block or so from his complex. The hairs on his arms stood up, his spidey-senses telling him something was wrong, but he ignored it and laid back down. The boy’s brain was now full of it’s own thoughts. He replayed the argument in his head, cringing at his attitude towards his girlfriend who only wanted to make sure that he was okay.
“How could I do that to her?” He said out loud to himself.
“Do what to whom?” His aunt’s voice startled him, causing him to jump up and off his bed. “Where’s Y/N?”
Peter looked down shamefully. “She left, we uh- had an argument and I said something that wasn’t true.” He looked down and shook his head, his own tears filling those beautiful brown of his. “I messed up, Aunt May, I messed up so bad.”
May walked into his room and sat down next to him, “Just talk to her, apologize and work out whatever you need to work out. I’m sure if you try, she’ll forgive you.” She gave him a warm, reassuring smile, gave him a short hug and then left.
“Just talk to her, it’ll be okay.” Peter mumbled to himself. He picked up his phone and dialed her number, listening to the ringing sound before getting transferred to her voicemail. Peter frowned and tried again, and again, but there was still no answer. Instead this time he tried M.J. Y/N would for sure be with her after the fight, she would want to be with her friend. Peter called his friend and waited for her to pick up.
“Peter? Why are you calling me so early?” M.J.’s voice was groggy, like she just woke up.
The hero furrowed his eyebrows, “Uh- It’s almost noon, M.J.” He shook his head, “Is Y/N there with you?” He asked. There was suilence but then she answered,
“Nope, she’s not.” Peter didn’t say anything else, he just hung up and went to grab his shoes. He ran into his desk as he went to his closet, the sound of metal hitting the wood made him look down. He squinted, leaning down and picking up the ring that he had given Y/N. She left the ring, something she loved almost as much as she loved him.
“Shit.” Peter mumbled, standing up and shoving the ring into his pants pocket. If Y/N wasn’t answering her phone, and she wasn’t with M.J., then he would just go to her apartment to check on her.
As Peter walked down the streets of New York, he could hear the faint sound of people talking, lots of people were talking. Peter walked closer to where the individuals were, his eyes widening as he took in the sight. A truck was knocked over on its side, glass sprayed out across the street and side walk, then near one of the stores was a pool of drying blood.
“What happened here?” He asked one of the people standing near him.
“Some girl was hit by the truck, it through her straight into that wall over there. Poor thing was unconscious as soon as the truck hit her.” The person said sadly as they looked over at the wall. Something caught Peter’s eye. It was a phone, Y/N’s phone to be exact.
“No- no, no, no.” He picked up the phone and sprinted, heading to the main trauma care hospital. With his enhanced speed, and then adrenaline on top of that, he was at the hospital in seconds and then at the front desk.
“How can I help you?” The lady behind the desk asked, not bothering to look at the teen boy who stood in front of her.
“Did a girl come in here by ambulance? She was hit by a semi-truck?” Peter asked frantically. The woman looked up and nodded, “Where is she? She’s my girlfriend.”
“She’s in room 215-” The lady didn’t even finish her sentence before Peter was running down the hall, going to find that room.
It took him about 15 minutes to find her room, but he secretly wished he never had. On that uncomfortable hospital bed, laid his loving girlfriend Y/N, a tube stuck down her throat, I.V. and blood pumping through her body. She had a bandage wrapped around her head, blood clear as day staining one side of it. Peter fell to the ground, knees buckling under his own weight.
“Y/N/N, Y/N, baby.” Peter whispered as he crawled towards her, hands outreached to touch her cold skin. “No, baby.” He whimpered. Her skin was nearly ice cold, skin pale and graying.
This was his fault. If he just would have talked to her instead of ignoring her she wouldn’t be laying in that bed, stuck in an endless sleep. Peter cried silently, trying not to make a single sound that he wasn’t found. He just wished he could take it back, take it all back and talk to her.
“Sir, are you alright?” A nurse walking by had asked him. Peter gave a slow, almost barely noticeable nod of his head. The nurse walked off after that, and Peter was left alone with his girlfriend.
Through a storm of tears and sniffling Peter mumbled out, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, you’re my whole world and even more. I love you so much you have no idea. I’d do anything for you, anything.” He whispered. His voice was cracking from being such an emotional wreck. “I’m sorry.”
Peter sat there on the floor for a few more minutes before he began looking for her file. It had to be in the room right? Something about Y/N’s condition had to be in the room. The hero searched and searched, until he found just a small piece of paper sitting in a basket connected to her heart monitor.
Status - Coma, Persistent vegetative state.
Now Peter really wished he could take it all back.
pairing / characters : Peter Parker x Inhuman!reader, dad!Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Matthew Murdock, mentions of Foggy Nelson, Karen Page
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A/N : Second part to this, hope you enjoy :) also this is very very long, so sorry in advance.
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“What were you thinking?” Tony yelled at Y/N. She stood there, not knowing what to say. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she was still being yelled at. “You could have hurt someone! Hell, maybe killed!”
Y/N’s eye brow raised slightly. “I could have hurt someone? You think I would do that? How about me getting hurt, dad? How about me having a gun held to my hand, and for a split second seeing my short, shitty life flashing before my eyes! I was the one who was almost killed, and those people in the store were the ones that were going to be hurt, not me! And it’s not like your little protégé could have been of any help, because he was being threatened too!” Y/N’s voice began to raise, and if she didn’t keep herself calm, then something bad would definitely happen.
Tony looked at Peter, who had his hands shoved in his pockets and was looking down at the floor, trying to act as if he wasn’t there. “Peter.” Tony started saying. Y/N’s head snapped in his direction. Peter’s head rose a little bit. “Were you being threatened as well?” Peter looked between Tony and his daughter. He knew he should tell him the truth, but then he would get in trouble because he was technically supposed to be watching over Y/N.
“I-um, I.” Peter stuttered. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. Tony looked back at Y/N, with an annoyed look. Y/N returned the look.
When Peter wouldn’t answer, Y/N started walking away. Tony called after her. She turned around, obviously feeling betrayed and angry. “Don’t start acting like a father now, Tony.” Y/N said, spitting out the words harshly. “You weren’t my father 16 years ago, and you’re not my father now, so don’t you dare act like you actually care about me now.” Y/N stomped off towards the elevator and then was gone.
Tony looked back at Peter. “You were supposed to watch after her, Peter.” Tony said.
“I-I was! There was a gunman, and I couldn’t do anything! He was holding a gun to Y/N’s head, and if it wasn’t for her more people then just him would be hurt. I could have been hurt.” Peter said.
Tony shook his head. “But you can heal faster then she can Peter. One fatal shot and she’s gone.” Tony sighed and ran his hand down his face. “I just want what’s best for her.”
Peter understood where he was coming from. May was the same way with him, except she didn’t know that he was Spider-Man. Tony walked away, leaving Peter alone. He stood there in silence for a few minutes, staring blankly at the wall before walking towards the elevator. He felt bad for not telling Tony what happened when he had first asked, if he had, then Y/N wouldn’t be so upset as she is.
Before he even knew where he was going, he had somehow found his way to Y/N’s room. When he reached her room, he could hear things being thrown ad hitting a wall. He hesitated for a moment before he stepped closer to her door and et it open in front of him. Y/N stood with her staff in hand and was smashing anything she threw into the air. She was furious, so furious that Peter could almost feel her anger flowing off of her.
Peter could tell that she was trying her hardest not to scream, to not let things get out of control, but he had feelings it was about to spiral downhill quickly.
When Y/N turned around and saw Peter standing in her doorway, her face contorted into anger. She didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want to see the person who just threw her under the bus and let her dad run her of with it. If Peter would have just spoken up, she wouldn’t be wanting to destroy everything in her room.
“Get out.” She hissed through gritted teeth, clenching her staff in her hand so tightly Peter thought it might snap at any second.
“I wanted to apologize.” Peter started off. Y/N cut him off though, with a sarcastic laugh.
“For what? Letting my dad yell at me for saving someone’s life? For saving your life? He would have cared more if you died then if I died. I’m just some kid that was thrown into his life after my mom died, the women whom he forgot about after he had his one night stand with.” Y/N was furious, not just at the current situation, but at the fact that she was nothing to Tony Stark, the man she was supposed to call father. “You’re more important to him then I am, he actually gives a damn about you. Me? He could care less, that’s why I’m not allowed out on missions, or even allowed to leave this tower for fucks sake.” The windows had started to shake a little bit as her voice was getting louder and louder.
Peter sighed and shook his head. “Y/N, he does care about you, trust me he does. He just doesn't want to see you get hurt.”
Y/N couldn’t control herself anymore, and she let her anger control her. “He doesn’t want to admit that he has a daughter! He doesn’t want to tell the world that he has a kid, who just so happens to be an inhuman, one of the most feared things on the planet! He doesn’t give a rats ass about me, if he did he would have tried to find me sooner!” Y/N’s windows and mirrors had started to crack, along with any other glass object in her room. “He doesn’t care about me, he only cares about you. All he ever does is talk about the Amazing Spider-Man. His protégé, his work of art. He only ever talks about you. He has only ever cared about you.” Y/N’s words left Peter speechless.
Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, and tried to speak. “Y/N, I- I didn’t, he never-.” Y/N stopped him with a harsh gaze and booming voice.
“Get out, before I make you get out.” Her threat was enough to have Peter sprinting from her room and down the hall.
When Y/N was sure that Peter was out of range, she fell to her knees and let out a chest aching sob. Her throat hurt, her chest hurt, everything hurt. She hated how her own father didn’t trust her, didn’t love her. She had had enough of being hurt by him, by feeling alone. Pushing herself to her knees, she stood up on shaky legs and walked over to her closet. She didn’t have much, only the things from Hell’s Kitchen. Y/N took out her duffle back, pulling down her clothes and other belongings then shoving them into the bag.
Y/N wanted to leave. Leave the base. Leave her father who didn’t give a damn about her. Leave the place where she was nothing but a burden. Y/N had nothing, and no one who genuinely cared for her, so why stay? Sighing, she walked to a box in the corner of her room, next to her bed. She bent down, and pulled off the top of it. Inside was a suit, one she was given by the team. They all thought they could use her abilities in a fight, but they were shut down by Tony. After that they all became distant and only came around her during sparing sessions. Y/N took out the black leather suit and mask, folding it then putting that on the top of her clothes and other belongings.
Standing up, she looked around her room one last time before she walked out and headed to the elevator. It was around noon, maybe a bit later so she figured everyone would out at lunch or in meetings.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Y/N said as she began walking. The A.I.’s voice boomed above Y/N.
“What can I do for you Y/N?” F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked.
“I need you to tell my father and the rest of the team that I am leaving, and going home.” Y/N said. She actually didn’t have a home, but she had a close friend who would help her.
There was a pause and then the A.I.’s voice. “Will that be all?” She asked.
“Yes.” Was all she said as she stepped into the elevator and let it take her down to the parking garage. From there she left the base, hid from cameras, and was gone.
When Tony and the rest of the team got home from a meeting, they were greeted by the message that Y/N had left for everyone.
“She’s going home? I thought this was her home.” Sam said, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the walls. “Where could she be going?”
Natasha sighed. The redhead had a strong connection with the teen, but obviously she was wrong. “Where did you say she was from again, Stark?” She asked.
Her question went unanswered by the man though. He was standing in the kitchen, shaking his head and muttering under his breathe. His head wasn’t on right, he couldn’t process this. He didn’t know how.
Peter though, was with the group of heroes. “She’s from Hell’s Kitchen.” He said. “That’s where she’s from.”
Over the next few days the team had been out in Hell’s Kitchen searching for Y/N, but there was no luck. Everyone was wondering how she fell off the map so easily. Where could she be? Who could she be with? Everyone was worried sick about her, even Tony.
The day Y/N had left was the day Tony found out how she really felt about him. Peter told him everything she had said to him, and F.R.I.D.A.Y had their conversation recorded. Tony felt horrible. Sure, he wasn’t the greatest father but he was trying. He was it all he had. Apparently that wasn’t enough.
Y/N, however was doing a damn good job of staying out of the city during the day. That close friend of hers happened to be Karen Page. Karen was a close friend of her mother’s, and was there for Y/N when her mother had died. Before Tony had found her, Y/N was living with Karen, going to her work place with her every so often and meeting her friends Matthew Murdock, and Foggy Nelson. They all liked Y/N, they thought she was a good kid so they looked after her. Not long after Y/N had met the two men, she found out that Matthew, was the vigilante the city called Dare Devil.
When Y/N had found out, they al tried to get her away from them, so that she wasn’t in any danger, but they had failed. The night she was walking back to the car with Karen, was the night neither of them would forget. That was the night they discovered Y/N’s abilities.
A man had come at both Y/N and Karen, going for the young teen rather than the adult. “Tell me where the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is or she dies.” The man said, the cold barrel of a gun pointed at her head. Karen had frozen, not knowing what to do, say, or think. Before she could even open her mouth up to talk to the man threatening Y/N’s life, Y/N had let out a scream that broke Karen’s car windows, shattered the man’s ear drums, and startled both Y/N and Karen.
That was in the past, that was before Y/N was being trained to use her abilities against people like that man that had tried to hurt her and Karen.
Y/N was sitting in Karen’s apartment, looking out the window, it was late now, nearing 11 o’clock. Karen wasn’t home, Y/N figured she was out with Foggy and Matt. She waited another few minutes before she headed to the guest bedroom where she was currently staying and she changed into her suit and went to the top of the apartment building. Y/N listened, watched for any sign of danger. It took a while until she heard the screams of what seemed to be a women.
Y/N moved fast, jumping from roof top to roof top, following the sound of the screaming women until she ended up right above them. There were several men, at least four. They were all pretty decent size, all the same height, some of them taller than another. The teen jumped down, her bo staff extending and hitting the concrete as she landed. The men had stopped harassing the female, all eyes turning to Y/N.
“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” One of the men spat.
“Someone you don’t want to piss off. Now why don’t you leave the nice lady alone and move along?” Y/N watched as each of the men clenched their fist and reached for something in their jackets. The two men holding the women through her to the ground, her purse being thrown with her. She stood up fast, grabbing her purse and sprinting down the alley way and vanishing in the dark.
All of the men had pulled their weapons, three of them having a gun and the fourth having a long knife. With one tap of Y/N’s bo staff, two arrows emerged from the bottoms. “That’s all of you got? Well, let’s see if you can deflect a bullet with that stick of yours.” Not a second later one of the guns went off, and before any of them knew what happened, Y/N had deflected the bullet with the end of her staff, the bullet ricocheting off and hitting one of the men in their leg. He fell instantly. The other three men looked at Y/N and then their friend who was now bleeding on the ground. That pissed them off.
They all charged at Y/N, but she easily deflected all of their punches, smacking them with her bo staff and sending them flying into the walls beside them. They had landed a few good hits on her, but not enough to knock her down. There were only two men left after seven minutes of fighting, so Y/N took this chance to use her best ability. While the two men were catching their breathes, Y/N let out possibly the loudest and most deafening scream she had ever let out. The two men fell to the ground holding their ears. The scream echoed through out the city, anyone anywhere heard it.
The two men fell unconscious, blood running out of their ears from their eardrums bursting. Y/N breathed heavily, regaining her breathe. Behind her she heard someone fall onto the pavement, she turned around and saw Matthew in his Dare Devil suit. He looked between Y/N and the four men on the ground.
“Y/N, what did you do?” He asked.
“I saved a women from being hurt, possibly worse.” She said.
Matt sighed. “I think it’s time you wen home Y/N.”
Y/N’s eyes widened behind her mask. “I have no home Matt! They don’t want me there.” She shook her head. “I’m not going back there.”
Matt sighed. “Let’s talk about this somewhere else, okay?” Not here.” Y/N watched as the blind man scaled up the walls and was on the roof top in a matter seconds. Y/N huffed and jumped, landing on the roof top next to Matt.
The two walked back to Karen’s apartment, sliding in through the window that Y/N had left slightly cracked open. They went to the main living area, where Karen was pacing back and forth wildly, biting at her nails and mumbling to herself. When she looked up and saw Matt with Y/N her heart sped up.
“Where have you been?” Karen practically screamed. “I’ve been calling your cell, I had Matthew go out and look for you. Hell, I was about to call the police to go looking for you!” Karen took in a deep breathe. “Are you okay?” She asked.
Y/N nodded, “I’m fine.”
Matt took off his mask. “I think it’s time we called Mr. Stark, let him know where his daughter is.” The two adults didn’t give Y/N any room to argue. So she went back to her room, packed up her things again and waited for morning to come.
The next day when Tony came to pick up Y/N, it reminded her of when he came and got her the first time. However, this time it was a lot more agitating. Tony had thanked Matthew and Karen for watching after Y/N, he actually seemed appreciative that they cared for his daughter, but he also was upset that she felt more at home with them then she did with him.
As Happy drove them back to the compound they were all quiet. Y/N didn’t look at Tony or talk to him. He had tried to talk to her, but when she didn’t respond in any kind of way he gave up.
When they arrived back at the compound, Y/N stormed past everyone and went straight to her room. She now considered this place more like a prison than a home. Through out the day the team had tried to talk to Y/N, but she wouldn’t let them into the room. It was finally when she fell asleep that Peter was able to get into her room. Y/N sensed someone in her room, so out of instinct, she pulled the knife from under her bed, aiming it at the intruder.
Peter put his hands up quickly, letting her know that he was not going to harm her. Y/N sat up, brushing her hair out of her face and placing the knife on her bedside table.
“What do you want, Peter?” She asked.
Peter looked down at his shoes as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I just wanted to come see how you were doing. Mr.Stark told me that you weren’t letting anyone in.”
“So you think it’s okay to barge in here while I sleep?” Y/N snapped. She saw the pained expression on Peter’s face and instantly felt bad. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just angry.” She mumbled and burrowed her face in her hands.
Peter looked at her bed, and hesitantly sat down on the edge. “Why are you angry? I mean, I get that you’re angry at your dad because you feel like he doesn’t love you, but he does. He’s trying his hardest right now, he really is. He’s still new to all of this, he’s trying to get used to being a dad.” Peter sighed. “You just have to give him a chance, let him prove to you that he is a good father.”
Y/N looked at Peter, nodding slowly. She knew that Tony was trying his hardest, but she was just so angry at everything that was happening to her, that she let it out on the people that were trying to be there for her. “Thank you Peter, I appreciate it.” The boy nodded, stood up and then walked out of Y/N’s room. She knew he was right, but now she was just wondering if her father would ever forgive her for acting the way she was.
That night Y/N walked to the lab, where Tony was sitting at the bench and working on something. She took in a deep breathe and stood at the entry way, knocking three times before going into the lab. Tony looked up at his daughter, glasses falling off of his face a bit. He was surprised to see his daughter in his lab, she had never done this before.
Tony put down his pen, and fixed his glasses on his face. “Hey, Y/N/N. Is everything okay?” He asked.
Y/N sighed. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you, I know you’re trying your hardest right now and I am not making it any easier. I’m sorry.” Y/N’s words shocked Tony.
He stood up and walked over to his daughter. “It’s okay, Y/N. I know this has all ben hard on you too.” For the first time, Y/N let Tony hug her, and the hug lasted for quite a long time. When they pulled away they were both smiling. “I do love you kiddo, you’re my daughter, not just some new recruit.”
Y/N nodded. Even after Y/N had put her father, his team, and Peter, through hell, everything ended up being okay at the end of the day. Y/N was no longer just a new recruit but the daughter of Tony Stark, and she couldn't be prouder of that.
summary : In which the reader has just moved into Peter’s apartment complex and just so happens to be his next door neighbor.
word count : 764
warnings : flustered/nervous peter, fluff
pairing / characters : peter parker x reader, Aunt May, parents readers
prompt : “Could you do something with Peter Parker where you're a new family in his apartment building and you end up going to school together and he shows the reader around the school and introduces the reader to his friends (like ned and michelle) basically they hit it off and become really good friends and maybe he starts getting feelings for her and dosent know what to do, sorry thats kinda a lot haha” - @inlovewithcapsicle
A/N : W/Y/F = Where you’re from
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“No, don’t put that there!” Your mother yelled at you as you walked into your new apartment with a box of your items. You rolled your eyes and set it down where you were told to. Your father came in after you, carrying more boxes. You and you family were making quite the ruckus with shouting at each other and dropping boxes. As you were walking up down your hallway with more boxes the apartment door next door to yours slightly opened. Your mother and father were both walking out of the apartment to get the rest of your items, so you ignored whoever was looking at you through their cracked door, and set the boxes aside.
You sighed, sitting down on the floor. You were already tired from the trip to New York, and having to carry everything upstairs and into the apartment. You hadn’t even begun to unpack anything, and you still had to do shopping for more materials.
Getting up, you walked out of your apartment and saw that your parents were talking to someone in the hallway. Out of curiosity you took a closer look only to see that they were talking to a woman in her mid thirties. Along side her was a boy, maybe about fifteen sixteen years old. Just about your age.
“I’m sure Peter would be happy to help you guys unpack your boxes, won’t you Petey?” The woman asked, looking over her shoulder and at the boy who stood nervously on the side lines. His eyes landed on you, preventing him from saying anything. His pupils widened as he looked between you and your parents. “Peter?” The woman said again.
The boy’s head snapped in the direction of the woman calling his name. “Y-yeah, sure. I’d be happy to help.” He stuttered out. You couldn’t help but giggle at how nervous he was. Your parents walked past you, with the boy following close behind in their steps. You walked in after him, shutting the apartment door as you entered.
Your parents let you take your boxes to your room, having Peter help carry some of them. To your surprise, he was a lot stronger than he looked. Peter set them down next to one of the walls, and sighed. You didn’t necessarily want to talk, so you just started to unbox your things and put them were you wanted. The boy stood their awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he looked around your room.
“So, um.. where did you guys move from?” He asked, attempting at small talk.
“W/Y/F.” You said, not looking up at him. Your eyes were glued to the items in your box of things on the floor. Peter nodded, rocking back on his heels as he continued to look around the empty room.
You started to empty out the boxes that surrounded your room, catching Peter’s attention. He watched as sketch book after sketch book came out of the box. Some loose papers came out, and Peter bent down to help her collect them. As he picked up the papers, he saw a uncompleted sketch of the hero of New York- Spider-Man. His lips curled into a soft smile and he looked at you.
“You- you like Spider-Man?” He asked nervously. Your head jerked up and you realized that he was holding one of the sketches you had discarded during the trip to your new apartment.
You shrugged and set the drawings and loose papers to the side. “I guess, my friends are the ones who really like him.” Peter’s heart kind of fell at that. “But I like how he is trying his hardest.” Peter smiled again, his heart started to beat faster.
He barely knew his new neighbors, but he knew he was falling hard for you.
summary : Y/N has to cope and learn to be wheel chair bound for the rest of her life, and while she adjusts to the situation, Peter stays away from her because he believes that all of it was his fault.
word count : 1.3k+
warnings : angst, sad reader, lots of angst, probably more angst, crying, ENDS WITH FLUFF YALL.
paring / characters : wheelchair!reader x peter parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle, douchewad Flash.
prompt : “hi! I loved your peter parker stories 'barley' and 'superhero hatred' and would love to see a part two to either if you had time and were willing to! have a lovely day 💓💓” / “HELLO!!! I requested Barely and now Part 2 to Barely?? Where the reader is paralyzed from the waist down and has to learn to cope with being in a wheel chair and Instead of helping her adjust Peter stays away because he blames himself "If only he hadn't hesitated for those few seconds." You can decide if it ends fluffy or angst. The first part was amazing by the way, exactly what I had in mind I love your blog btw I check it at least twice a day😂❤️” - random anon and the anon that requested ‘Barely’
A/N : I just started school so I’m trying to find time to write and finish all of these requests, so idk when any of them will be up. Also, having writers block doesn’t help either sooo. Anyways, I’m sorry for the lack of fanfic, I’ll try to post more and get more writings up soon. :) But for now, enjoy this second part to ‘Barley’
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It has been a month since Y/N fell from the top of a building and nearly died, but ended up in a different situation. She was paralyzed from the middle of her back and down. She had to have help with everything. Showers, moving around her house and at school. She hated how everyone was taking pity on her, but she had to get over it and learn to adjust to her situation. Her new life. It would have been easier for her to adjust if Peter was helping her, but he seemed to distance himself more and more everyday.
Peter blamed himself for putting Y/N in this situation. If he hadn’t involved her she wouldn’t be paralyzed, she would be okay and happy and walking. If he just hadn’t hesitated for those few seconds, none of this would be the way it is.
Peter huffed as he slammed his locker shut. Ned frowned at his friend who was still hating himself for hurting the girl he loved. Ned had tried on several occasions to get Peter to go and talk to Y/N, but he never did. He always said he was busy or that he just couldn’t that day, but Ned knew why he wouldn't do it He felt guilty and he hated himself.
Y/N was rolling down the hallway in her wheelchair, students making a path for her to help her get to where she need to be. Michelle followed her, holding some of Y/N’s books that she couldn’t fit in her lap. Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she struggled to move past people and attempt at not running over their feet. She had a permanent frown on her face that would be replaced by a fake laugh or a fake smile when needed, but that frown never left it’s place. The girl caught eyes with Peter only for a split second, before he turned away and looked in the other direction. He heard his friend sigh, before Ned pulled him down the hall and to their next class of the day.
Y/N couldn’t help the fact that she was broken, yes physically, but also mentally. She felt pathetic and useless. She used to be the one helping others, she used to be the one cheering up, but now? She was receiving the other end of the stick and she did not like it. She didn’t like being treated this way, like a baby. People pitied her, felt sorry for her. She hated that.
Through out the day people gave her sad smiles, which only made her feel worse, and when lunch came around Flash Thompson just had to make it worse by brining up that night.
Y/N and Michelle were sitting at a table closest to the ramp in the cafeteria, working on homework and eating lunch, when Flash came striding up to them. Y/N didn’t look up from her work, she just tried to ignore him as he began to speak.
“I’m sorry about your situation, Y/N/N, it really sucks that not even Spider-Man was able to save you.” Y/N’s pencil stopped mid letter, her eyes slowly going upward to look at the boy in front of her. “I mean, if only he hadn’t hesitated for those few seconds, you would be walking.”
Michelle had also looked up, clutching her pencil tightly in her hand, almost snapping it in half. She gave Flash a warning glare, which made him walk away with a smirk on his face. Y/N’s face was red with anger, her eyes filed with tears. Through her blurry eyesight however, she could see the furious look on Peter’s face. She wasn’t the only one upset about what Flash had just said.
Shoving her books into her backpack harshly, Y/N rolled herself away from the table and up the ramp, trying to get as far away as possible from the cafeteria. Peter waited a few seconds before he got up and followed her to wherever she was going. Y/N stopped in an empty classroom, letting her tears fall from her puffy red eyes. Peter could hear her cries echo in the hallway, and the sound made his heart clench and shatter. Taking slow steps, he walked into the classroom, watching as Y/N’s shoulders shook with each soft sob.
After a few sad moments of silence, Peter spoke to Y/N for the first time in a month. “I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, broken. Like the girl inn front of him. Y/N’s head snapped up, her breathe catching in her throat. Her chair spun around quickly, eyes widening at the sight of the boy she loved standing in front of her. “I shouldn’t have hesitated, I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Now it was Peter’s turn to cry. Y/N went to move towards him, like she had in the past, but then she remembered that she couldn’t.
“Pete, I- I just wish you would have been here for me, tried to help me adjust.” Y/N looked down at her hands. “That’s all I wanted from you this past month, just for you to be here with me. No apology, just you helping me.” Y/N let out a shaky breathe, closing her eyes.
Peter was now also crying, his tear filled eyes blurring his vison from your sad face. “I know.. but I couldn’t be around you knowing that I’m the reason why you’re like this. I hate myself for hesitating, for getting you hurt. You almost died, because of me.”
“Almost! But I didn’t, I’m okay.” She sighed, running her hands over the wheels on her wheel chair. “Well for the most part.” She mumbled. “I just need you Peter, I always have and now I do more than ever.”
Peter sighed. “I need you too, I can’t do this without my girl by my side, supporting me.” Y/N’s heart fluttered when he called her ‘my girl’. She missed that. “Will you forgive me, Y/N/N? Will you let me help you now? I promise I won’t leave your side ever again.” Peter rambled.
Y/N’s head ,oved furiously. “Of course I will, I’ll always let you help me.” Peter broke out in a smile, and he stepped forward until he was right in front of Y/N. He kneeled down and gently placed his lips on top of hers.
Those few seconds may have changed everything in Y/N’s and Peter’s lives, but maybe it was going to turn into somethin beautiful.
