Characters x Reader Oneshots

An ordinary life: FINALE

A/N: I just want to say thank you to everyone that supported this series, it's been one of my most popular that I've ever written! I've also gained a lot more followers through this series, so again, thank you! To all of those who are new, I hope you stick around cause I am definitely not done writing about Peter. This chapter, I have to admit, is extremely long but I didn't want to have to break it up into two parts since technically this is part 2 to the previous chapter. Anyway, I tried to fit as much of the finale in this chapter as I could, so it might be a little chaotic and rushed. But, I hope you all like it and again thank you for the support. Enjoy!

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"Are you guys done yet?" Monica asked, her arms crossed over her chest, a warming smile gracing her lips. You jerked apart from Peter, admittedly you did forget she was there, "Sorry," you muttered, flustered. Peter, who was still cuddled beside you, let out a snicker; refusing to meet your eyes and flushed cheeks. Monica strolled around the room and back to the exit, sighing a breath of relief when she easily pulled the door open "Now that we have Fietro on our side-"

"Peter," he interjected, arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Monica flinched at his somewhat harsh tone "Oh, right, sorry. Now that we have Peter on our side, we're much better adept at taking down Agatha." You looked at her puzzled, sure she had the whole superhero thing going on and you applauded that you really did, but why would you want to get into another battle now that you already have Peter? In your opinion, the battle had already been won, Peter was back and you were going to get back to your reality; somehow.

"What do you mean? We're not going out there, we're going home," you spoke cautiously, your voice wavering with guilt and nerves. Monica stared at you, a glare was on the surface "You're- you're not going to help us? Help Wanda?" she laughed, albeit sarcastically. You shook your head, too embarrassed to even look at Monica now, instead opting to daze at your fidgeting fingers. "Look, I get that this is a problem, a big problem. But, I don't want to risk my life more than I already have. I only came to this reality to get Peter back and I've done that. What happens in your world is up to you and your superhero squad to solve, your world your problem."

Monica looked as though she had been shot, eyes wide and mouth adjacent. Perplexed, she blinked a few times slowly coming to the realisation that you and Peter weren't going to help for the fight of Westview and it's residents. "Okay," she said after a while of staggering silence, "I get it, I do, I really do."

"Monica," you pleaded, but she shunned you away. Sure, she understood why you were doing this but it still felt too selfish, risking civilian lives for your own; it wasn't what her mother had taught her. "I hope you make it back to your reality okay." and with that said she left the room, door left wide open. Peter moved beside you, fingers worming their way into your hold "(Y/N)," he whispered. You turned away from him, guilt burning through your bones "I don't want to hear it, Peter. I'm doing the right thing-"

"For who? Those innocent people? Wanda and her family?" he stood up, pacing around the room in a way to vent out his anger. You glared at him, tears blearing your vision "You know why I'm doing this, it has to be this way, Pete. We aren't from here, this isn't even our reality!" you yelled, at him. He turned to look at you, even though he was known for moving fast his movements now seemed so slow; cautious. "I may not be related to any of those people out there, but those kids, Wanda, Vision; they're my family. And right now, they need all the family they can get! So, I'm going out there and I'm going to help fight, no matter what happens to me."

"Peter, think about this-"

"I am thinking, (Y/N)! We're X-Men, it's our job to help people or maybe I missed the lesson where we can only save people from our world." he spat out, his eyes travelled over you one last time before he dashed out of the door. Scraps of paper and trash flittered around the room in his wake, gently settling around you like a circle of guilt or shame; a shame circle. "He just doesn't understand what it took to get here, to find him." you mumbled to yourself, your brain trying to justify your actions, "He doesn't understand what I felt, how lost I was without him."