Be Still My Heart

First Encounter

Y/N POV-

The perks of legally being eighteen are that I can check myself out of school whenever I want. My last class always drives me crazy especially since this is now the tenth time I've taken it.

I throw my backpack over one shoulder and get all the way out to my car without any interruption. I always manage to snag the parking spot at the back of the parking lot that allows me a quick exit on the days that I stay the entire time. Today though, it granted me exclusive access to the one person I have wanted to talk to since I figured out their secret identity. Peter Parker.

I saw him leave class around lunch time with little warning. A small vibration from his phone set the hairs on his arm on edge and he became antsy. "Mr. Halloway, can I please go to the restroom?" The bell was just about to ring to tell us to go to lunch. "Yes, go ahead Mr. Parker." He grabbed his backpack off the ground and was out of our class before another word could be said. It was strange to say the least.

I set my backpack into my passenger seat and take the time to plug in my phone to my radio. I don't have any real rush to get home. My apartment is empty and any homework given to me I can do without any issues. I feel like I've watched every show on every streaming service and my bookcase fills an entire wall of my living room. I sit back resting my head against the headrest and close my eyes.

My music begins to play through my speakers as something falls onto the roof of my car. "What the hell?" I step out of my car to find someone in a red suit rolling off my car. Spider-Man. He trips slightly over the curb as he turns around to face me, my car set between us. "I'm so sorry," he coughs in an attempt to lower his voice, "um, ma'am."

I can't help but roll my eyes at his failed attempt at hiding his voice. I don't understand how more people haven't discovered who he is. I step around my car as Peter takes another step back as he scans the skies. "What happened to your leg?" He's barely putting any weight on it as he looks down briefly at it before looking back upwards. "Nothing important, I have to get going though."

Right as he gets ready to shoot off some web and swing away, I hear in the distance some gun shots. He must know they aren't that far away. Peter grabs my shoulder and drags me down to the ground with him, using my car as a shield. After a couple of seconds, he releases his grip and cocks his head to the side slightly. I can hear some noise from his coms unit. "Peter, where are you? We need you now!" A male voice.

He looks down at his leg and then at me. He tilts his head back so it is resting on my car, his hands are held in fists at his side. "Let me help you." He turns his head to look at me for a second. "What?" I don't give him time to think before I place my hands over his shin. He clenches his teeth together releasing a muffled grunt and subconsciously kicks his leg.

"Peter, stop moving!" I grip his shin where his suit split open revealing his skin. His blood is quickly soaking into the surrounding fabric and spreading down his leg. "Wait, Y/N, what are you doing? How did you know it was me? I have to get going, I have to-" My hands begin to lightly emit a white light as I close my eyes to focus. "Shut up for just a second, please."

I can feel his skin beginning to seal itself shut as Peter finally relaxes his leg under my grip. I pull my hands away to reveal a flawlessly healed wound, no mark. "How did you do that?" He lightly traces his fingers across his shin. His coms unit begins to talk again interrupting us. "Peter, where are you? I'm coming to get you. We've got them subdued for now." It's a female voice now.

He seems to hesitate for a second before taking his mask off. He releases a deep breath of air as he tilts his head slightly away from me to speak. "I'm at the school. West corner of the parking lot." Neither one of us moves until a female with long red hair comes flying out of the sky hovering on red wisps of air. "Peter, who is this?" I'm sure she is confused why his mask is off around me. "This is Y/N, I have a couple classes with her. She, um, healed my leg." The female looks down to see the torn and bloody fabric on his leg but no wound. "A healer?" Her question is clearly directed at me. "Yeah, I am." The female stops hovering and lands with her feet on the ground. "I'm Wanda. It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

Peter POV-

I don't understand how Y/N knew who I was. I haven't moved from my spot in the grass. Y/N and Wanda are sharing a very long stare. "Should we get going, Wanda?" I push myself off the ground and carefully apply pressure to my leg, no pain. Y/N really did heal me.

"Yeah, we should probably go." Wanda looks at me then back to Y/N. "Actually, let me make a phone call. I'll be right back." I offer Y/N my hand to help her stand up as Wanda turns around and walks about thirty feet away.

Wanda POV-

"Hey Stark, I found Peter." A sigh of relief can be heard through the line. "Thank you, are you on your way back?" I glance over my shoulder to see Peter and Y/N having a quiet conversation. I quickly look away when Y/N looks over at me. "Small change of plans, I think you need to meet one of Peter's classmates."

Silence holds across the phone. "Stark?" I hear some shuffling of papers before his response. "Is the classmate, Y/N?" How did he know? "Yeah, it is." Y/N laughs at something Peter just said behind me. Her laugh. It sends butterflies through my stomach. A small smile breaks on my face. "Bring her in."

I place my phone back into my pocket and walk back towards Peter and Y/N. "So, I just got off the phone with Stark and he wants to meet you, Y/N." I can tell she is confused. "Me? How does he-," Peter cuts her off. "She probably just told him how you healed me. He is always tracking new leads on people with abilities."

Y/N fumbles with her car keys. She locks eyes with me again. A wave of fear seems to cross them before returning back to her normal grey-blue eyes. "Are you sure?" She bites at the inside of her lip waiting for my response. "Yes, we're sure." Peter looks excited next to her.

"I guess we can just take my car?" Y/N looks to me for confirmation. "That works," She switches her weight between her feet before stepping off and walking around to the driver's side. Peter gets ready to grab the passenger side door handle but decides instead on the back seat. "Smart boy." He quietly laughs as we all get buckled in. "Alright, where to?" Y/N starts the car and connects her phone to her radio. "Avengers Facility."