Your trainers slam hard into the floor, creating echoes throughout the hallway. Still grasping your arm, your eyes shoot everywhere, like an animal searching for shelter. The girl's bathroom door swung open and you belt inside. You stand at the mirror and firmly grasp the sink to stabilise yourself. Your breathing is coarse now, tearful and brittle. With immense hesitation, your eyes trailed up your reflection in the mirror until you lock gaze with herself. They were blue, bluer than before. And they were glowing. Like a neon sign was hidden behind your eyelids. You stare. Examining your face. Your nose and mouth like your mothers, your brain and wit like your fathers. Instantaneously, bolts of electric squirm through the metal sink and you draw your hands back in fear. The bolts jump from wall to wall, travelling to the ceiling, frying everything they touch. Lights throughout the school, instantaneously, blew out. You waddle back and slam into the cubicle door, sliding onto the floor. Completely extracted of all energy, your eyes hung and tears effortlessly stream out.
"Y/n?", you can hear Peter's compassionate voice from outside the door, "Y/n, are you in here?".
"Yes Peter, I'm here.", he cracks the door open and pops his head around the side of it.
"Can I come in? There isn't anyone else in here, is there?"
"No, there isn't. You can come in.", he rushed around the door and holds you in his arms before even looking at you. You sink into his shoulders and hold onto him tightly. Peter cups your face and wipes away your tears with his thumbs before pushing your hair behind your ear.
"What happened?" Peter looks deeply into your eyes, seeing the universe again. The tears began to come back, your lip started to quiver. "It's okay, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." He noticed bolts of blue dancing up the walls and in the empty light circuit. "The lights. That was you, wasn't it?" you nod as Peter stroked your face again. "I'm going to make a call, okay?". He gave a weak smile and walked out.
You sat on the floor, face in your palms and knees to your chest. Peter opened the door and began to walk back in.
"Okay, see you in a bit. Thank you, Happy." he quietly said into his phone.
"Happy?" you look forward in panic. You knew that name. "That's an unusual name."
"I know him from the Stark internship. I'm surprised he answered my call actually."
"The Stark internship? That was Happy Hogan?" The panic had vanished from your eyes and was replaced with pure dread.
"Yeah, that's him" Peter nodded. You place your palm on your forehead.
"I am so screwed."
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Welcome Home
RomanceY/n struggles to find her own path, after being neglected by her father and forced to take command of her own life, she meets a certain Peter Parker with whom she can finally be herself. But when her powers take control of her, she is stripped of th...
