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

Chapter 31

Y/n's POV:

I'm back at hell. School is the worst place on earth and I'd rather be back at the tower playing board games with Steve and watching old TV shows with Wanda. Even training with Nat, who pushes me farther than I thought possible, would be better than this.

Peter and I have been secretly dating for a few months now, which is weird to think of. I feel like I only met him yesterday. He didn't want to go to school either. We both begged Tony and May to let us stay at the tower, but we're here, and I just want to go back to winter break. Replaying those precious moments with Peter is the only thing keeping me going.

Other than that, all I can think about is Austin. He's invaded my mind and I want him out. I have my notebook out and am writing down my questions I want to ask him.

What did he mean about the serum?

How did he know my father?

Why did he keep on referring to my dad as if he was still alive?

Was my father a bad guy?

The last one is something that's been itching the back of my mind. If Austin said that he worked for my dad, then why was he trying to kill me? Really, I don't know what my dad did. I know he dealt with science things and he did make a serum, but I don't know what it did. Besides, it was smashed in the car wreck and I don't know why Austin thinks I have it, if that's even what he was talking about.

Every thought process leads to a question mark, and it's frustrating.

"Miss Y/L/N? Are you with us?" I look up quickly and realize my science teacher had asked me a question. Shit. I wasn't paying attention.

"Yes sir." I say shakily and look at the board. Why do I always have to zone out in my worst class? There is a diaphragm on the board of a spider and points to each part of the spider. One line is blank and he points to it.

"What is this part of a black widow, and why is it important?" I smile to myself at the name but panic. How am I supposed to know? I look at my notes but they're indecipherable as I've covered them in questions.

I decide to guess.
"That is the Chelicerae, it's the jaw of the spider with fangs that spring out and release venom." He looks impressed. I relax.
"Great job Y/n. Make sure to keep on paying attention." I nod and my cheeks flush.

Wait. Peter got his powers when a spider bit him. A sudden memory I had forgotten about flashes in my mind.

My dad had brought in a container to his lab. I was hanging out there after school waiting for him to finish up. I look up from my comic book and ask him what's in it. He grinned and beckoned me to come near.
"Look here Y/n." I stood on my tip toes as he opens the box. Several spiders crawl sporadically at the bottom of the box and I jump back. He laughed at me.
"Don't be scared my dear. Once I'm done with these things, you won't ever be scared again."

Ever since then, he had stayed late every night in the lab working with the spiders. My mom and dad would fight because of how late he was staying, but he seemed unfazed. He then made the serum, and you know the rest. The car wreck happened, which destroyed the work he had spent so much time on. I should've been angry with him for being too obsessed with his work, but I only ever felt compassion for him.

What if he had made the serum, somehow using the spiders, and it somehow got into me? And why does Austin's team want it so bad?

Peter comes up behind me and taps me on the back. I'm so lost in thought that I jump at his touch.
"Hey. You scared me." He usually tries to scare me, forgetting that I can sense when he's near. It usually doesn't work, so he knows somethings up.

"You okay?" He asks, fiddling with a strap on my backpack. He's wearing a t-shirt with some nerdy math joke on it underneath a large jacket that he would let me wear sometimes. On normal days I would take time to read the shirt, but I'm so distracted I can't focus.

"Uh yeah I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind." I say as I grab my textbook out of my locker. He narrows his eyes and smiles at me, knowing the truth. He's too cute for me to brush him off.

"Ever since Austin came to my house, I've had so many questions that I don't have answers to. Tony told me yesterday that I can't talk to Austin either. He said he's not speaking to anyone and they're going to send him to a mental hospital. I'm trying to just forget the whole thing but I can't. He uncovered things about my dad that I didn't even know." Peter listens as we walk to our last class.

"So let's find him." Peter says as we stop at the door of our class.
"What are you talking about?" I ask as if he's crazy.
"Lets go find him. I mean it can't be that hard. We can question him during visiting hours at the police station after school and boom you'll have your answers." I shake my head at laugh at how insane this sounds to me.

"You're crazy. They won't let us in there. We're kids." He shrugs.
"Wont know until you try. Or are you too chicken to go to a police station?" He asks and raises an eyebrow. I elbow him and roll my eyes. We walk into our class and sit down next to each other.

"I think you forget that Tony knows both of our locations. If he sees us at the station he'll freak." Peter shakes his head.
"No he won't. I've known him longer. If we're being responsible and adult-ish about fighting crime then he'll let it slide." I sigh and am about to argue with him when the bell rings. He smirks at me and I turn to the teacher. Peters too stubborn for me to argue with him. Once he's made up his mind, it's set in stone.

After school we take the bus to the station. An anxious knot forms in my stomach as we walk up to the police.

"I don't want to do this Peter." I back away but he takes my hand. I'm already worried about Tony seeing us here but having to talk to the man is even worse.

"C'mon baby please? If you ask him the questions he has no way to hurt you. This might be the only time you can ask him." He brushes my hair out of my face with his thumb. Of course he's right, and he would only force me to do this if he knew it would help me. I give up and he kisses me in the forehead.

I've been thinking about confessing that I'm in love with him. I really don't know what he would say, but this moment is something that makes me want to tell him even more. I don't care about the consequences anymore. I guess that's a part of love. Or it's just ignorance. But maybe they're the same.

"Besides, if you're worried about Tony, I'll take the blame for it." He says sweetly. I smile and kiss him tenderly before letting him lead me into the police station.

Maybe I'll tell him later.