A Hard Choice (Peter P. Xreader) (Completed)

School

Y/n's pov

When I woke up, it was morning. Peter was still holding me, but he was asleep. I snuck out of his grip, without waking him up. I looked behind me, he was sleeping.

-"What the hell?"

I turned back and covered myself with my arms. I was wearing my pyjama, which consisted of a pair of shorts and a tank-top. Peter got up. "They really...?" His hand slid along the scars on my shoulders. I turned to him and he gently grabbed my shoulder, the one that had been shot. I tried to walk away from him but he grabbed my wrist.

-"Do you need help?"

I was about to say no when I saw him glance at the bandages. "I'm gonna help you." He decided.

He lifted the back of my tank-top, being the more appropriate possible. He took the big tissue strap and gently placed it on the wound. He then sticked it there with the medical tape.

-"Lay on the bed." He told me. "You need to change the one on your stomach."

I layed down. He gently snatched the bandage. "Wait a sec." He said. He went to the bathroom, I heard the water running. He came back with a wet towel. He delicately placed it on my stomach. "You heal up pretty fast." He looked up at me.

-"Well, I hope its a good thing." I laughed.

I dressed up while he got to his room to do the same.

3rd person pov

The days passed quickly. Every time y/n had a nightmare, Peter would come in her room and stay with her. His presence was helping her a lot. They became close friends fast.

School was starting the next day. Y/n was almost all healed, there were only a few small scars left on her back, but they would always be there. Jesse was a year older than Peter, so he was one school year ahead. Peter was still waiting on a call from Happy, it had been almost two months, and still no replies. He didn't want to ask y/n to contact them. He knew she didn't want to see the man (Tony Stark) and he respected that. He was still hoping that they'd contact him soon. "It's probably really calm. Maybe theyre on vacation." That was what he'd tell himself everyday.

Y/n's pov

That night was like all the others, I woke up screaming.

-I was on a boat, in the middle of the ocean. "Hey!" I turned around, Peter was there. I was surprised. Usually, Peter was never on the boat. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the lunch room. "why are you...?" I started but I saw Jesse waving at me from outside the room. I started walking towards him but Peter grabbed my wrist more firmly. I turned to him, I was about to tell him to let me go, but it was now Jesse. And Peter was the one waving at me. A big shock shaked the boat. I fell on the ground and Jesse let go of me. I looked to Peter and saw him struggling to stay on the boat. I got up and ran to him, yelling his name. Something grabbed my neck and I was yanked back. The next thing I knew, I was out of my body. I could see it on the ground. I started going up. "No!" I tried to scream. I could see Peter and Jesse drowning but I couldn't help them. Everything went black. I woke up in a small room, I had no memories of what happened. Everything seemed familiar, so familiar. The door opened. Jesse's dad came in. Well, maybe it was Jesse's dad, it looked like him but he was really big and purple. He was wearing a gauntlet with 6 stones. He snapped his fingers and I saw Peter disintegrate. I screamed and went to help him but when I got up, the world was spinning around. "I just wish she'd be here." I heard Jesse say. "Where are you?" I screamed. Something really big hit me and I was thrown on the ground. I looked at myself. I was only wearing a few clothes. I looked up. Jesse's dad was on top of me. He started kicking me, insulting me. "No one will ever love you. You're worthless. You don't deserve to live!" I tried to crawl away but a pair of boots appeared in my field of view, it was Jesse. He grabbed me by the hair and brought me back to his father. I tried to escape, I begged him to let me go, but he didn't listen. His skin was cold as ice. He threw me against the wall and punched me in the stomach. I met his gaze. It was dark and cold. Peter stood next to him. "No one will care." He then punched me in the face. I fell on the floor and they all started kicking me. "No! Stop! Please! Stop! I tried to scream, but no words came out.-