Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

45 || Shake it Out

And every demon wants a pound of flesh

But I like to keep things to myself

I like to keep my issues strong

It's always darkest before the dawn

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My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright LEDS of what I recognize to be the medical room. I blink groggily, seeing Peter stand from the corner of the room.

"Hey, you're awake," He says, coming over to me.

"Hey," I say, my voice strange. "What happened?"

"You had a panic attack." He explains. "Because of what those people said."

"Are they still here?" I ask.

"Yeah," Peter answers. "I learned their names, too."

"Care to share?" I ask, sitting up a little more. Peter slides into the bed next to me.

"The green girl is Gamora. She's dating Quill, I think? They at least have this weird flirty thing going on. Anyways, her sister is Nebula, that robot girl, who is so freaky. She scares the crap out of me." I laugh. "The talking raccoon is named Rocket."

"Like The Beatles song?" I ask. Peter tilts his head up.

"I thought that was Rocky," He replies.

"Close enough." I grin. He laughs.

"Right. He and the tree are pretty inseparable, and the he's named Groot. Coincidentally, 'I am Groot' is the only thing he knows how to say. Apparently it means other things but I haven't cracked that one yet. The antenna girl is Mantis, and the big beefy guy is Drax."

"Interesting." I say.

"Mantis is pretty nice," Peter says. "She's an empath, which is interesting." I'm about to ask Peter how nice everyone else is but Bucky and Natasha appear in the doorway. She smiles when she sees I'm awake.

"Hey kiddo," She enters the room. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," I answer truthfully. "A little embarrassed."

"Right," She grits her teeth. "That might get a little worse. Your mom is on her way."

"What?" I shout, and Peter nearly falls of the bed in surprise.

"We didn't have a choice, Y/N. She said you've had panic attacks before, and she knows your Prophet. Plus, she's your emergency contact." Natasha says defensively, and I sigh, frustrated, but knowing she's right.

"You've had panic attacks before?" Peter asks, his voice soft and full of concern. I shrug, brushing it off.

"Yeah, I mean, sure, I've had panic attacks in the past, but they weren't that bad. I haven't gotten one in a few months. Usually I can keep them under control." I say casually. It's more of an understatement than I want Peter to know.

"Y/N, you've been hospitalized." Natasha says gravely, and I watch as Peter's concern grows.

"Once in sixth grade, and it was only for three days. I'm on medication, I'm fine." I say way too harshly.

"Y/N-" Peter starts, but before he can continue, my mom bursts into the room.

"Y/N!" She exclaims, rushing over to my bed to wrap me in a hug. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm fine," I say as she examines me.

"You had a panic attack. You are not fine. What happened?" I avoid her eyes and look from Peter to Nat to Bucky. I clear my throat.

"Would you guys mind giving us the room?" I ask, and they all nod and head out single file. "I'm sorry I scared you."

"Hey, don't apologize," She says, scooting into bed with me. "What happened?"

"Tony and Bruce found out who my dad is," I say, and I watch her face fill with shock. "I don't know who he is, exactly, but I know he's an alien." Mom takes a deep breath.

"An alien?" I nod.

"Then these people show up, with Thor, and they tell me I'm this huge energy source and if I get into the wrong hands I'll be weaponized." I say, and Mom looks more concerned. "I'm sorry, it's just a lot of information at one time."

"Hey," She says, stroking my hair, "it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I'm just glad this one wasn't as bad as one you might have had in the past."

"I thought I had them under control." I whisper, and she shakes her head.

"It's okay. It's okay." She soothes. Peter bursts into my room, interrupting the moment.

"Hey," He says, out of breath. "So sorry to come in like this, but Sam found it."

"Found what?" I ask.

"The gun warehouse. It's huge." I stand up, meeting Peter at the door. He gives me another one of his signature concerned looks. "Are you sure you're okay? I don't know if you should be out of bed so quickly-"

"I had a panic attack and fainted, I've had much worse happen to me." I remind him.

"What?" My mother exclaims, and I turn, embarrassed because I forgot she was there.

"Exaggeration, Mom." I say quickly. "I'll see you at home." She sighs, and though I can tell she doesn't believe it, she takes it as the truth.

Peter and I head to the conference room where everyone else is already seated or standing, including the people from space. They all give me concerned looks and I feel my face get hot, embarrassed over all the attention.

Peter squeezes my hand and I'm grateful that's he's beside me.

"Okay, as I was saying, we leave now. The longer we let these guns be created, the worse it will be for us in the future." Steve monologues. "Our plan is to destroy them all, any means necessary. Blowing them up is too risky, so we're going to have to find another method."

"What if we did use bombs?" The raccoon - Rocky? Rocket? - grins, and Steve looks hesitantly to Tony, who shrugs.

"Rocket, did you not just hear what the dude said? No bombs." Quill says, looking down at him.

"We could use bombs," I say, and everyone turns to me as if before now I was incapable of speaking. "Wanda and I could build force fields around them or, alternatively, I could send them into black holes."

"No." Tony's voice is firm. "There's no way I'm letting you come with us." I groan.

"Come on, Tony. I'm fine."

"We don't know that." He argues.

"I'm not going to freak out again. I can help." I insist. 

"How do we know you won't freak out again? You could blow us all up with whatever these weapons are that you guys haven't stopped talking about." Quill says, and I shoot him a dirty look.

"Can I at least come on the Quinjet? I can direct you guys from up there." I plead. Tony, Natasha and Steve share a look.

"Fine," Tony decides, and I grin.

"Everybody suit up." Steve says. "We've got some asses to kick."

"That was... incredibly lame." Natasha says, and everyone laughs a little. "But he has a point." Peter and I laugh before we head off to change.