Peter Parker has had a more difficult life than most. His only real role model being Tony Stark. But Iron Man can't always be there for a 16 year old kid. So when y/n l/n enters his life, she's like his rose among the thorns. But he soon realises sh...
Dad decided that Thursday afternoon, right after school, was a good time to do training with Natasha Romanoff. And of course, I was super excited. But I was also busy preparing myself for getting my ass beat.
I was still a bit uncomfortable around my dad, after being away from him for so long, but I was getting used to him again. He gave me something to change into for my training. It was a black spandex suit with electric blue accents, that went from my neck to my ankles.
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He made sure to tell me it was just for training, and that he'd start working on a suit for me when he's satisfied that I'm in control of my powers, if that's what I want - of course I do, I just don't know if I'm cut out to be a superhero. I've suppressed my powers for so long that I don't even know what I'm capable of.
But this training with Natasha is just fighting skills, it's not about my powers. I have to learn basic protection skills and some advanced stuff as well, before I can move on to the superhuman stuff.
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Training went well; I learned basic skills like left and right hooks, and pressure points, but Natasha definitely beat me up pretty good.
I walk back to my room, holding my left shoulder, which is definitely bruised at the very least. I have a few scratches and bruises here and there but my shoulder is the worst. I may have sprained it, so I decide to tell my dad.
"It's dislocated, kid. You're gonna have to let me pop it back in." He says, a bit too excitedly. "Shit." I mutter, before settling myself down on a chair to let him pop my shoulder back in. He crouched down a bit until he's at my height and then counts down. "Three, two, o-" "Fuuccckkk!!" I scream as my whole body goes tense. After a few seconds I relax a little and take some deep breaths. "Do I need a cast or something?" I question my dad. "Well, since it's your shoulder, you can't get a cast. You're going to need a sling for a few weeks though. I'll go get one - I've always got medical stuff handy." At that point Pepper walks in, looking unimpressed. "I heard Y/n's scream. What are you doing?" She asks with a fierce look in her eyes. She's very protective of me and always has been, so even if it's a little strange, it's nice to have her as my stepmum. "Well, Y/n dislocated her shoulder today, so she needs a sling." Dad explains. "Technically, Natasha dislocated it," I rebut. Pepper just sighs, putting her head in her palm before turning on her heel and walking away.
She comes back a few minutes later, with painkillers, a sling, and some medical tape to keep my shoulder in place as much as possible. What the hell am I going to tell my friends?? I think to myself, debating whether to tell them the truth or not. I'm really not ready for that yet, I'll just tell them I was practicing martial arts...it's not exactly a lie I suppose.
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I head to school on the subway, nursing my sore arm, and wondering if it was the right decision to keep the truth from my friends. I haven't even known them a week, I have no idea how they would react. I reason with myself. I get off at my stop and walk across the road, starting my 10 minute trek to school, when I see a familiar figure. Peter.
He's wearing a button-down underneath a blue sweater, some faded jeans, and his trusty earbuds. For once I'm wearing shorts instead of jeans, but I'm still wearing my school sweatshirt. I notice that Peter's looking at the ground and shuffling his feet. I walk up to him. "Hey, Peter, what're you doing here?" I ask, reaching his standing point. "Uh- well, I know you've been catching the subway from your cousin's place and I figured you'd get off at this stop and so I guess I wanted to see if you'd wanna walk to school with me?" He stammers, glancing at me and then back at the ground, and shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, of course. That's really nice of you." I smile, and start walking. He walks alongside me, his earbuds out now. He seems to be attempting to find something to say.
"Hey, we've got a while until school starts, do you wanna get breakfast?" I suggest, noticing a bakery just up ahead. "Yea-yeah sure," he agrees, his cheeks turning a warm shade of pink. I smile, thinking of how adorable he is. Snap out of it, you've known him for like a week. I look down, trying to rid myself of those thoughts, and notice that my bruised knees are already healed. Weird.
"So, uh, what happened to your arm?" Peter asks, looking at the sling worriedly. "Oh, my cousin and I were practicing martial arts. Yeah. My shoulder dislocated, but it's ok." I explain, shrugging with one arm. His eyes widen and he looks at a loss for what to say.
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We had breakfast at the bakery, and then headed to school. Everything was normal until I was sitting in my first class and looked down to see that all of my bruises were gone. I checked my shoulder - still sore, but much better. I check in my phone camera to see if I've got any scratches left on my neck - none. I start panicking slightly, and decide to text my dad about it while the teacher is looking at his laptop. I pull out my phone under the desk and send a quick message to my dad.
Me: dad, my bruises and scratches from yesterday are all gone, and my arm feels heaps better already, this is way too quick - what do I do?
A few minutes later I receive a reply, my dad seems worried.
Dad: it's definitely not normal, but the material in your mark has healing properties - it essentially acts the way that my arc reactor does. We'll run some tests this afternoon, but you're gonna have to wear your sling to keep up appearances.
I have healing powers?? I read the text about three times, trying to comprehend it, but it's just so hard to wrap my head around. If I have healing powers, could I heal others?? I slow my breathing, shaking myself out of my head, and I put my phone away, deciding to leave this news until after school.
