Peter's Protector

{15} more than you'll ever know

The trip back home was an interesting one to say the least. While everyone was still panicking about the attack, you just couldn't stop thinking about Peter.

He really wanted to protect me...no one has ever really done that before.

You glance over at him once more, only to see his head begin to drop down and fall...right onto your shoulder. You chuckle, knowing Peter got little to none sleep the past few days, you let him rest his head.

Staring out the window, getting lost in your thoughts, you notice a car driving next to your window. The windows had been tinted, and the license plates were missing.

Could it be? No. It couldn't. They're all...gone.

Looking back outside, you notice the car had fallen behind.

That's right, I'm just being paranoid.

Taking a deep breath and turning your music up louder, you calm yourself down. But that's when you felt it. Peter's fingers intertwining with yours. All senses of fear or anxiety seemed to leave your body, you felt safe and secure. Before you knew it, you felt yourself dose off. The last thing you see was yours and Peter's hands holding one another's, and the golden glow of the sun setting.

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Hours later the bus came to a stop. Peter and you awoke to Mj and Ned staring at you, phones in hand. "Uhhh hey?" Peter asked, confused.

"Hey yourself," Mj said before taking another picture.

You and Peter shared a glance before realizing what happened. You jumped back a bit, blushing and yelling, "Oh s-sorry!" in unison.

The teachers began leading everyone off the bus, and everyone quickly ran out. As you and Peter stepped off, you were both tackled into a hug. "When I saw what happened on the news I was so worried! Are you okay?? I'm so glad you're safe!" Aunt May's voice filled your ears.

You and Peter shared a knowing look, "yeah, we're good," you both said.

Thanks to you.

You all pulled away, as Aunt May continues to say how thankful she was to see us safe and sound, however it felt like her voice had drowned out when you saw it.

The black car, from earlier.

Did it follow us all this way?

Peter followed your gaze, "Hey, (Y/n), is everything okay?"

"Oh! Y-yeah! Everything's fine...I'll just be right back okay?"

"Oh...okay," Peter said, as worry filled his facial expressions and voice.

Without another word, you started walking towards the car.

And Peter did not see you again later that night.

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The dawn had come and the sun was rising and Peter still had not heard from you, well no one had. Happy called him at least ten times and Tony had called him double that. It was like you had...disappeared. Tony's worst fears were beginning to come true. Flying home as fast as he could, he thought about how he would find you. He still hasn't put a tracker in your suit, so even if you were wearing it, he couldn't use it. Dialing again, he hoped that you would pick up, and for a second, you did.

"(Y/n)? Hello?" Tony yelled, but was only left with silence on the other line before the call dropping. He cursed, before calling Peter.

"Hello? Mr. Stark? Oh thank God, I haven't heard back from (Y/n), is she with you? Is she okay?" Peter panicked.

"No, I'm really worried too, when was the last time you saw her?" 

"Last night, there was this car, she said she'd be right back but I didn't see her again that night, Mr. Stark I—" Peter began, but Tony cut him off.

"Don't apologize Peter, she's strong, I'm sure she's fine. But I need your help, is there any places she could be? Abandoned areas? Anything?"

"I think I may know where she is," Peter said, determined to find you and keep you safe.

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Your Pov:

They had me sitting in a chair, my arms tied behind my back, keeping me from being able to move them more freely-keeping me from using my powers properly. I faced the people who had been haunting me, the ones who once controlled my life. I thought they were all dead.

"So..." one scientist started, "let's catch up." He sat in a chair in front of me, as I tried to slow my breath. Don't show any fear. Don't let them get inside your head. Tell them nothing. I raised my head higher, looking the man in the eyes.

I look around, "so...where's Strucker? Last I heard he was dead."

The man in front of me didn't say anything to this, choosing to ignore my comment. "We see you've successfully gained Stark's trust like we planned, however we lost contact with you after three days. Why is that?"

I stayed silent.

"You do remember the plan, don't you?"

"How could I forget? You drop me off here in New York, I find a way inside to meet Tony Stark, gain his trust, while keeping contact with you through the burner phone. After two months you would contact me to meet at a discreet location. Yes I remember your plan."

"What are you implying? Did you think you would just be able to run away?" The man in front of me sneered.

I sit back, glaring towards him, "Let's just say I wasn't supposed to live this long."

"Tell us what you know."

"I'm not telling you shit." I flatly said.

The scientists and Hydra members chuckled. Most of them I knew, but not by name. "That's classified information," they would tell me. The man in front of me only hummed before taking out a folder, looking through the papers, "Well, let's tell you what we already know. You successfully found and manipulated yourself into Tony Stark's life, he has kept you with him for the past three months and you have started attending Midtown High."

He turns to another page, "We also couldn't help but notice a little hero—Mercy running around with the same powers we gifted you."

I still stayed silent, only glaring at him.

He continued, "I assume that is when you met a certain spider."

I swallowed hard, they know about Peter!

At this the man squints slightly towards me, "Oh, you care about him." He continues to look for any signs on my face as he goes on, "Do you know his real identity?" I began to glare slightly harder. "Or have you just fallen for him?" I subconsciously look away, breaking my poker face. "Ah, I see. What a shame."

In a panic I face him once more, harshly spitting out, "As if I could care for someone like him. He's a pathetic loser and that's all he'll ever be to me. Just a pawn in my little game." I take deeper breaths, trying to calm myself down, "He doesn't deserve me," I pause, I don't deserve him...he's too good for me, before stating, "I'm too good for him."

The scientist only leans back, "Of course you don't truly love him. I never taught you that."

I bit my tongue. I know you didn't.

He did.