#wave series

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There is a deeper wave than this by edtsousa http://bit.ly/2S8CiWm

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There is a deeper wave than this by edtsousa

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New Beginnings - Wave Pt. 8

*Peter Parker x Reader

*Summary: Reader is finally in New York and getting the help she needs.

*Warnings: Swearing, John Mulaney reference

*A/N: I got a hamster and named him Alexander Hamsterton, so there’s that. The next part is definitely going to have more Peter/Reader interaction, and I’m going to start linking fashion blogs for the different outfits, so definitely check them out afterwards.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine

Once you had a burner cell and next to no money left in your wallet, you started making calls. Several of the phone numbers you called were out of service or redirected to completely different fronts, so you knew it was a lost cause. After almost throwing the phone against a wall in frustration, you took a deep breath and decided to start walking, taking one final attempt at finding someone that could help you. As you were walking through the streets and almost got lost, you were reminded of a John Mulaney joke about Home Alone 2: “It’s a grid system, mother fucka’! Where you at? 24th and 5th? Where you wanna go? 35th and 6th? 11 up and 1 over you simple bitch!"

You laughed slightly at the joke and eventually found your way to your destination. You grossly underestimated just how long it would take you to get to the apartment building in Brooklyn while you were walking, and regretted asking Peter to take you to Manhattan, but what could you do about it now? You looked at the familiar apartment building, hoping that the whole hiding in plain sight applied here. Walking up to the door, you figured you might as well give it a shot. You pressed the buzzer, looking around to make sure nobody saw you. “Yeah? Who is it?” a familiar voice crackled over the intercom.

“Hey, it’s (y/n). I need some help,” you said, pulling your sweater closer around you. “And you kinda disconnected your phone.”

“You still remember the way?” the voice replied.

“Yeah,” you said. You heard the buzzer sound and you opened the door to the building. The layout of the apartment building reminded you of the apartment building you grew up in and made you somewhat nostalgic. When you finally got to the door, you shifted your bag back over your shoulder, looking around before knocking.

“Aw, door,” you heard from inside. You stifled a laugh, and immediately brightened when the door was opened,. “Hey, (y/n).”

“Hey, Clint. I thought you disappeared,” you said. Clint rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was trying to wake up. Based on the purple pajama pants, you guessed that he had just rolled out of bed.

“Nope, I’ve been here,” Clint told you, stepping back so you could come into the apartment. You walked in, putting your bag down on the sofa. Looking around, you saw nothing different from the last time you’d been here: pizza boxes all over the place, an empty coffee pot on the coffee table, papers everywhere. “They never came looking for me, so I didn’t bother leaving. What happened to you?”

“I got caught, now I’m on the run. Can you help with that?” You asked, sitting amongst the pizza boxes on the couch. It was kind of like when you and your friends were home alone for the weekend and didn’t do any cleaning until the hours before your parents were supposed to come home. You know, except for the fact that Clint was a grown man. Clint sat in the armchair across from you, quiet as he thought it over.

“Yeah, sure, why not,” Clint shrugged. “What do you need? A new identity? A place to lay low?”

“Both,” you answered. “I just want to be normal for a bit before I start exposing everything.” Clint let out a low whistle at that.

“You’re going to take on the U.S. government?” Clint asked. You nodded. “You know what? I’m not even surprised. That seems like something you’d do. Alright, I’ll call Nat and see if she can get a new identity for you.”

“What happened to Natasha?” You asked. You figured that Clint would probably have more information than Peter on all of this stuff.

“She’s in Europe, it’s her first vacation since she started with SHIELD. Alright, we need to get you ready for laying low.” Clint suddenly stood up, knocking over a few pizza boxes. “We’re getting you proper New York clothes, none of that LA stuff anymore.”

“What’s wrong with my LA clothes?” You asked, looking down at your attire.

“You can tell you’re not from here,” Clint told you. “Is that bag all you have?”

“Yeah, and I have no money to my name anymore,” you replied. You held up the burner phone you bought. “This is what I spent the last of it on.”

“Don’t worry about that, I have another friend I can call,” Clint said, walking over to grab his phone from the counter.

“Oh, so you do have a phone,” you sassed. Clint just shot you an exasperated look, so you shut up. As much as you liked joking around with the guy, you had to admit that he was putting his neck on the line for you here. Being an unregistered hero was risky enough, but harboring a fugitive who also happened to be another unregistered hero? That was basically asking to get locked away forever. After a few minutes of Clint talking to someone named Kate, he hung up.

“Alright, my friend’s going to come and then we’ll go get you some decent clothes,” Clint told you before leaving to get ready. You’d first met Clint during your last visit to New York, which was why you were able to find him now, but you’d known of him before that first meeting, thanks to the Avengers and the West Coast Avengers. After you went back to LA, you ended up getting Clint’s guidance (and the Avengers’ resources) a lot more often, especially since the West Coast Avengers were based in your city. While Captain America was technically your mentor, Clint was your friend and, if need be, your backup.

It didn’t take long for Clint’s friend to get to the building, just letting herself in and startling you off of the couch. “Oh, hey, you’re (y/n), right?” She asked as she closed the door behind herself. She was a young woman, a few years older than yourself, with long black hair. She was wearing a white t shirt and purple jeans, and you immediately had a feeling that you’d like her.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, but who are you?” You asked, standing from the couch to go shake her hand.

“Kate Bishop, Clint’s friend,” Kate replied, shaking your hand. She took a step back to take in your appearance. “Yeah, Clint was right, we need to make you look New York. You’re on the run, right? We should probably get you a haircut too. I know a few places, but they’re in Manhattan.”

“Nat got back to me, she’ll send me your new information,” Clint said, coming out of his room. “She said to enroll you in school just to make sure no one questions anything, but I don’t know if you want to do that. Hey, Kate. What d’you think?”

“You were definitely right. We’re going to go back to Manhattan just to get her ready for New York,” Kate told him.

“And I wouldn’t mind going back to school,” you admitted. “I’m in my senior year anyways, I might as well finish out.” It would be the one thing you’d know other than being a hero, and you wanted some of the routine that school allowed for. There was also the fact that you kind of wanted to be able to talk to someone your own age, and being at school would definitely help with that (and if it happened to be the same school that Peter went to, then let’s just call that a coincidence).

“Alright then, I’ll tell Nat. Let’s get going,” Clint said, picking up the keys to his apartment. The three of you left, getting into Kate’s car and going back to Manhattan. Kate dragged you through various stores, shoving clothes into your arms for you to try on until she finally deemed you had enough ‘New York’ clothes. You still didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, especially since you didn’t really see a difference between New York and LA clothes, but apparently that difference was there.

After Kate deemed your new wardrobe fit for New York, she took you to some fancy salon to get your hair cut. You’d had long hair for your entire time as a hero, so you figured that you might as well just cut it all off. You went for the Ruby Rose cut, and the hair paired with your newly acquired New York style made you feel like a completely different person. It was just what you needed for your new start.

By the time you got back to Clint’s apartment and said your goodbyes to Kate, it was already night. You were finally beginning to regain your sense of time and everything was starting to go according to what little plans you had. Clint had a spare room that was currently housing his dog, Lucky, when Lucky didn’t sleep with Clint, but he cleared it out to give you a space of your own. Between you, Kate, and Clint, you’d decided that it would probably be best if you just stayed with Clint for the time being, seeing as it looked like no one would be coming for him anytime soon anyways.

Your feeling about Kate had been right: she was a sweet girl who was really driven to do the right thing. The entire afternoon you were with her and Clint was just fun, and despite having just met her, you felt like you’d known her for years. You figured that’s why her and Clint got along so well. By the time the afternoon was over, you learned that Kate was also a Hawkeye, which helped fill in the blanks for just why they knew each other.

It wasn’t until you were in bed, staring at the ceiling, that Clint finally came to tell you that Natasha had secured your new identity. You were now Grey Allyn, which you felt didn’t match your look but you weren’t about to complain since you were on the run and asking friends for favors at this point. School would be starting in a few weeks, since you’d apparently been missing for months longer than you’d thought. You’d been captured in the beginning of February, and it was already the beginning of August. You had three weeks to learn what you needed to about New York before you’d have to go to school and pretend to be a native New Yorker. For the first time since January, you were ready for what could come next.

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New York - Wave Pt. 7

*Peter Parker x Reader

*Summary: Reader goes to New York City with Peter to start over.

*Warnings: Swearing probably

*A/N: Oh hey look at who finally decided to update this. And tbh this is the most active I’ve been since the 12 Days of Loki.

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine

While waiting for takeoff, you took the time to say your goodbyes to your friends and what family you had in the city. You’d even said goodbye to the few officers you’d become relatively close with. Jameson, the officer there when you were arrested, was glad to find out you were alive, giving you his number and telling you to call if you needed any help at all. By the time you were headed to meet with Peter, it was nearing sunset. You were glad for that: you’d become just another nameless face on the dark streets.

The quinjet Tony had sent Peter in was at a somewhat abandoned airfield a little ways from the business district. You saw Peter waiting for you, his bag slung over his shoulder as his eyes scanned the field. When he finally saw you, he broke into a wide grin, waving you over. “(y/n)!” He called out, his enthusiasm palpable.

“Pete, my dude!” You laughed as you walked up to him. “What, Happy didn’t get sent with you?”

“Not this time, Mr. Stark sent me with an automated quinjet,” Peter replied.

“Sick,” you told him. “Looks like Tony’s finally seeing you as a big kid.”

“Shut up,” Peter laughed. You just smiled, and the two of you walked towards the quinjet. Soon enough the quinjet had entered the airspace and you were on your way to New York. You and Peter had settled into a comfortable silence, but with how Peter was, you knew it wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, almost twenty minutes after the quinjet had leveled out, Peter started talking. “So what happened to you? You’ve been missing forever, I thought you stopped being Wave.”

“Well, technically I kinda did,” you said. “I was unregistered, became a fugitive, got caught, and then escaped. Have you heard any news about anyone else?”

“Hold up, you’re a fugitive?” Peter asked, his voice going up an octave.

“Yeah, I thought that was kinda obvious with that whole new bill,” you told him. “I refused to register my identity and hero identity, so they went against everything to find out who I was anyways. Pieces of shit didn’t even wait until after I helped bring down a weapons deal, they took me when I was unconscious from some injury.”

“What happened to you?” Peter asked again, the severity of the situation actually hitting him.

“They took me to some hospital in the middle of the desert, where they were keeping all sorts of powered heroes, like you and me. They were drugging us so we wouldn’t be able to use our powers, but I know how to take out IVs so I was never drugged for long. I caused a ton of trouble in the hospital, and they moved me out to house arrest,” you explained. It was definitely different telling someone who could go through the same thing. “I escaped, got lost, ended up in Mexico, and now I’m back.”

“Holy crap,” Peter breathed. “So why are you headed out to New York?”

“I figured that maybe Natasha, Clint, and Kate could help me out,” you told him with a shrug. “Now it’s my turn for some questions. Have you heard anything about the others?”

“Natasha and Clint pretty much disappeared, but they’re trained to do that so I wouldn’t worry,” Peter told you. “Steve and Sam went missing, and now Bucky’s on the run again. Oh, Scott also went into hiding. Mr. Stark and the others are registered.”

“It sounds like Civil War all over again. So, how about you?” You asked.

“I’m not registered. Mr. Stark got me out of it cuz I’m still a minor,” Peter told you.

“That’s bullshit, they were still trying to force me to register,” you said. “It’s all because I’m with Steve and them, and we opposed the Hero Registry the first time around. They even managed to get Steve, I found him when I was in the hospital. He was supposed to escape after I got transferred.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting, you know Steve’s all about that perfect timing,” Peter tried to comfort you. He had moved to the seat right beside you, and from his body language he was conflicted about what to do. You saw him briefly consider going for a hug, so you decided to make the decision for him and hugged him. As soon as you pulled away, you saw his face flushed a bright red. “W-what was that for?”

“What? I can’t hug a friend?” You asked. When Peter didn’t respond, you decided to give him an actual answer. “Just thanks for letting me tag along to New York. I know I didn’t tell you that I was a fugitive until after we took off, but still, thanks for being on my side.”

“Of course,” Peter said. “We gotta stick together, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. “Oh, hey! You remember Nova?”

“Yeah, I trained with him a while ago. Oh crap, did he?” Peter trailed off. You nodded again, knowing what he was trying to say.

“He was cool, we were transferred to house arrest together and he helped me escape. He’s honestly probably the only thing that kept me sane while we were there,” you told him. “I’m gonna expose the government for what it is and help get him back to New York.”

“No matter how much he got on my nerves, he was still a good guy,” Peter said, voice nearly a whisper. You could tell that this entire thing was finally hitting him: the government was getting rid of the heroes that didn’t register, and some of those heroes were the ones that he knew the best. “So that’s what you’re gonna be doing in New York?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna lay low for a while and then expose the government through the news networks and maybe some of those comedy news shows too,” you told him. You didn’t hesitate at all, knowing Peter wouldn’t go and tell on you. At this point, he was basically your accomplice. “I dunno, I might do some hero stuff while I’m out there. I heard Daredevil and them are still running around, they seem like they’d be cool to work with.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re gonna be doing something more,” Peter told you. “The thing is, the quinjet goes back to the Avengers Compound in upstate New York, not the City. How are we gonna get you back without anyone knowing?”

“The official Avengers disguise,” you told him, opening your backpack and pulling out exactly what you needed. “A baseball cap, hoodie, and sunglasses.” With that, you pulled on the cap and sunglasses, shooting Peter a silly look from underneath them, making Peter laugh.

“Do we all really use that same disguise?” Peter asked, still laughing.

“Uh, yeah. It’s kinda ridiculous how well it works, though,” you replied, smiling. “How do you think I made it from San Diego to LA without getting caught?”

“Really? How far is that?” Peter asked.

“Right, you’re used to New York type of travel. Let’s just say it’s pretty far,” you told him as you pulled off your ‘disguise’. You could tell Peter wanted to know more of your story just by the way he had started fidgeting. Apparently he hadn’t changed much since he first joined, Steve told you that he’d always been very excitable and kind of dorky. “Alright, you want all the details?” Peter nodded, so you started from the beginning.

It only took a few hours to get to New York, definitely quicker than it would’ve taken you any other way. You and Peter didn’t start to panic until the quinjet landed, realizing that people would probably be waiting for Peter. You hid in one of the storage compartments, your phone on silent. Peter promised to text you once everyone was away from the quinjet so you could make your escape, and luckily it didn’t take long for that text to arrive. You snuck out of the quinjet, finding yourself in a hangar.

From there, you were able to sneak into the actual building. You’d never been to the Compound - only the Tower when that was still a thing - so it was a bit of a maze. You found your way into what looked like a communications room. After logging into one of the computers, you started trying to find the quickest way to the City. Walking was definitely out, it didn’t seem like there were any busses nearby that went that far, and finally you decided that you weren’t beyond stealing a car to head out. That was, until Peter texted you that they were sending him back to New York in a self-driving car. “Wow, that’s ridiculously convenient,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly. You pulled up a map of the place, quickly finding the place Peter told you to meet him at.

“(Y/n)!” Peter called out as soon as he saw you. You laughed as you saw his eyes widen comically when he realized what he just did, waving him off to let him know it was fine. As soon as you were in normal talking distance, you spoke.

“You know, they sure do trust you a lot more now,” you told him with a cheeky smile. “Alright, so we know Avengers cars are tracked, but are they bugged?”

“Nope, sometimes people talk about confidential stuff,” Peter assured you. “You’re good to ride in it. If anyone finds out, you’ll be hidden away in New York by the time they realize you were even here.”

“Who knew Mr. Goody-goody would be such a willing accomplice?” You teased, going to open the car door. Peter followed soon after, and the car ride back to New York City was relatively quick compared to the cross-country flight. Peter helped you to get relatively acquainted with New York, understanding the public transport system, the differences between the boroughs, things of that nature. While you were from a big city, New York and LA were each a universe of their own, and you knew that you needed to learn at least some things about New York if you were going to effectively hide. You already had a plan to play the new-girl card, but you needed to seem like you hadn’t just literally gotten to the city.

Soon enough, you arrived in Queens. After checking in with Aunt May, Peter showed you how to actually use the NYC public transport system to get to Manhattan. “Do you actually have a plan?” Peter asked as the two of you got off of the train.

“Kind of?” You responded. “I just gotta get a burner really quick and then I’m like at least 12% sure I’ll be able to find who I need to.”

“Well, there’s a Walgreens if you wanna go in and buy one,” Peter offered, pointing at the store up ahead. “And that doesn’t exactly sound like a plan.”

“Trust me, 12% is better than no plan at all,” you told him, already starting to walk off. You turned over your shoulder, calling back to Peter. “I’ll call you once I figure things out. Thanks Peter.”

“You know where to find me,” Peter replied before turning and walking away. You assumed he would head back to the station and get back to Queens, so you quickly went back on your path to the Walgreens, doing a quick mental check to see if you actually had enough cash available for a burner phone. Despite the unfamiliar city, you were finally beginning to feel some semblance of control once again.

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