Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

f o u r t y - t h r e e

So I'm on a call with @FZeroTrash and before sitting down to write this chapter, we were looking at what Johnny Yong Bosch has voice acted for. I scrolled all the way down to 2007 and the game Eternal Sonata caught my interest. Did I just spend at least 30 minutes laughing at a bunch of the character's names and the fact a game was made around Chopin's fever dreams he had on his deathbed? Maybe
Speaking of character names, one of them was named "Prince Crescendo of Baroque" and now I think I'm simping for Fugue all because he has a cool voice and character design.

Peter's POV:

Mr. Beck ended up taking me to a bar not far from the Elemental attack. While he drank a beer, my focus was on a sour lemonade, pink straw floating around.

Somehow, I had dropped Stark's glasses on the floor, and they were handed back to me by a waitress.

Laughably enough, if (Y/N) was here, that probably wouldn't have happened. Where'd she go anyways? I mean, I knew she wasn't a huge fan of Mr. Beck for some reason, but it wasn't like her to dip that fast.

Mr. Beck almost immediately wanted to see the EDITH glasses in action, so I reluctantly put them on.

"I actually really like them," I commented, turning to face him.

"Can I be completely honest with you?" he asked me.

"Please."

"They look really stupid."

Disappointment filled me at that moment. I knew they would never look as amazing on me as they did Mr. Stark, but I still loved them. "Oh."

"But maybe they have a contact lens version."

Unhappy with his words, I countered with, "You try 'em on."

He protested immediately, but I didn't accept that. If he thought I looked bad in them, how would he look any better? Finally, I get him to put them on.

"What do you think, kid?" Mr. Beck asked.

I paused, watching as his eyes carefully scan mine.

Mr. Beck's the true hero here; he wanted to be saving people. I just wanted to make it through a normal class trip around Europe.

"Next Tony Stark. I trust you," I mumbled, before more confidently saying "For the next Tony Stark, I trust you."

"What?" Mr. Beck asked.

(Y/N)'s POV:

"So where shall we begin?" Beck flaunted around my beaten body. "How about right at the beginning of it all? I do believe it all started at the age of three."

What was I doing at the age of three? Is this when I got my powers?

A slamming noise was heard beside me and I saw an antique door to my right.

"Go on, don't you think it's time to find out your origins?"

Stumbling to my feet I met the door and used it for support. Opening it slowly, I'm met with an older time period, somewhat similar to that of the first scene with Dad and Peggy that Beck threw at me.

The dark hallway, I presume to be underground, was long and had little to see.

Peggy and whom I recognize to be a younger version of myself, around age three, were walking quickly down said hallway.

"Mommy? Where are we going?" My younger self asked, barely keeping up on shorter legs.

"Daddy's doctors think it'd be good for you to help them out with something," she replied. I could tell by her tone she wasn't happy about what was going to happen, but wasn't going to protest something like this; it wasn't in her control.