Life is not a Fairytale (PeterParkerxReader)

Chapter 4: Blooming love?

Your pov:
When I woke up, I wasn't in my room. I had no idea what happened, until I saw Peter, sitting on a couch.

"Hey, you are awake. How do you feel?" he asked me.

"Fine, I guess. Did I sleep here the whole night?" I said, trying to remember what happened.

"Yeah. I had to take you to your room, but no one told me where it was."

I was trying to get up, but I couldn't. My feet felt like they were made of jelly, so I fell on the ground. Peter got up and ran to me.

"Oh my god, Y/n, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked me, looking really worried.

"Yeah, I'm okay, don't worry. I just got up too quick, I'm okay." I told him, smiling while still sitting on the floor.

I wondered why he looked so concerned, and why he let me sleep in his bed.

"You know you also just could've asked someone where my room was, right? That would've caused less trouble." I said, while laughing a bit.

Peter looked at me, with an embarrased look on his face.

"Yeah, that would have been less awkward, I guess. Wait, let me help you get up."

He took my hand and pulled me on my feet, making me standing a bit closer in front of him than was necessary. I looked into his eyes for what felt like minutes, but were seconds.

It was until know that I never noticed that there was a little spark in his eyes.

Peter's pov:
Why do I always have to be so embarassing? That will be the name of my biography.

When I pulled her on her feet, she stood really close to me. I looked into her eyes for a couple of seconds, before she turned away. For a moment I thought she was blushing, but I must've seen it wrong, right? I had no time to think about it any longer, because Mr Stark ran in.

"Peter, have you seen Y/n? She isn't in her room and her bed isn't slept in." he said, not seeing his own daughter.

"Dad, you obvioulsy need glasses, because I'm right here." Y/n said, with a mysterious smile on her face.

Yes, she's definitely a Stark with those comebacks.

"Oh thank god. Well, come downstairs, breakfast is ready." he said relieved.

Then he walked away. It was until now that I didn't realise how hungry I really was

"Wanna go down for breakfast?" I suggested.

"Oh my god, yes. I'm starving." Y/n answered with a smile on her face.

I really like that smile, innocent, yet hiding something.

Your pov:
When I got into the living room, everyone was already there.

"Sorry, but you'll have to wait a little longer for food. I was trying to make Poptart sandwiches, but the breadtoasting machine wouldn't let me." Thor said, pointing at the burned food.

I sighed, already knowing what kind of person I just heared.

"It's okay, Thor. I'll just take some cereal then." I told him.

I saw Mum, so I went over and sat next to her.

"Hey, honey, had a good sleep? I didn't get a nightmare alarm."

"Dreamless night for once, so yeah. I haven't had a good night of sleep in a while." I said to her.

"What is a nightmare alarm?" Wanda asked, clearly not understanding it.

I understood she didn't knew everything about me yet, who would?

"Sometimes I have a panic attack while I'm sleeping, causing a really bad nightmare. Because my powers try to protect me, they put an awakening alarm in the head of the person I need most at that time. I once tried to turn off those alarms by putting on my power cancelling bracelet, which put me into a 3 day long coma." I explained.

I saw everyone staring at me. I could hear them thinking: 'Ow, poor thing',  which was the last thing I needed. I got used to it, I didn't need any suppport.

"Wait, what are your powers exactly? What can you do?" Loki asked.

I looked at Dad, to ask if I could tell.

"Her powers are telekinesis, control over the elements and the weather, flying and mind control. Yes, she can control them, but I made her a power cancelling bracelet if she has a panic attack during the day." He said before I could say somthing.

I looked at Loki, and I could see him trying to process I had so much powers. Nothing I wasn't used to. I felt someone tapping my shoulder, and it was Natasha, holding a backpack.

"I think you might have to use it when you go to school." she said with a smile on her face.

I looked at Dad and he nodded so I ran over to him to give him a hug.

"Have a nice day at school, kiddo." he said.

"Happy will drive you to school and pick you up." Mom added.

"Thanks guys!" I said before I turned to the door and stepped outside for the first time in 15 years.