A Sunday Kind of Love- a Peter Parker x Reader story

Chapter 4

Y/n's POV

"Okay pardon my French but I've dealt with way too much shit today and I'm not in the mood for some joke." I tell them but we're already driving away from everything I know.
"I'm going to call the cops." Bald man laughs.

"I don't think you're really a good friend with the cops right now." He says and I bang my head against the chair again.
"This is definitely kidnapping." I say and they both ignore me as we pull up to an airport.

"Well what you did was manslaughter so we all have our issues. Also, your mom allowed us to kidnap you so you don't go to jail." Bald man says to me. They take me out of the car and bring me to a private jet.

"Hey man, I know what I did was wrong. Spare me the lecture." He huffs and gets into the jet. I almost follow when Stark stops me. He holds up a thumbs up.
"That guy was a douche. Don't beat yourself up about it Ms. Frizzle." I smile slightly and get into the jet.

"So where are we going?" I ask, already impressed by the jet. Wherever we're going is definitely either a super rich mental institution or a super rich persons house.

"Y/n, what we saw was either an Avengers level threat or Avenger worthy powers. You're too dangerous to stay there, and your mother knows that. That's why she called us. We are taking you to the Avengers compound where you will stay, train, and be home schooled."

"Oh Jesus Christ I have to be home schooled?"
"That's the only thing you got from that?" Bald man asks and Tony snorts
"No I'm not an idiot. So let me review. You are taking me and basically rewarding me for killing someone. On top of that, I become an Avenger, the face of justice?"

"Well, would you rather be rotting away in jail? Your choice." I know what my mom wants me to do.
"I just seriously think I deserve better punishment than this."
"Well you don't deserve it." Tony says.
"What do you mean?"
"A true criminal won't acknowledge what they've done is wrong. You know what you did was wrong." He tells me. I don't want to listen to him, but I feel he's somewhat true.

"Well, I've had a blast today and am exhausted. Ciao Bald man and Tony Stank I mean Stark." They look at me surprised and I grin. I curl up into my chair and fall asleep.

I have a nightmare on the jet. The nightmares are the same thing over and over again. They start at the beginning of the day with my dad talking with me in his lab. He was packing some sort of vile in a suitcase and was telling me the roads aren't that icy. We'll be fine.
The dream speeds up to us in the car. My parents are arguing about something and I have my headphones in. I hear my name mentioned but don't care enough to listen. My dad swerves off the road and runs into a fence. I hear glass breaking and my mom screaming.

I wake up, shaking a little, trying to remember where I am.
"Good. You're awake. Welcome to New York, Frizzle."