Marvel Oneshots

Peter Parker x Reader - Goblin p3

Final part
This got unexpectedly sad, welp

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Y/N, what the Hell?!" Harry almost screamed as he burst into the room, looking at me and the unconscious masked hero on the couch.
"What is this-? What-?"

"Harry, do me a favour and shut the fuck up?" I snapped back at him, cleaning the cuts on Peter's chest. I didn't have to take the mask off to know it was him and I had decided to spare him the embarrassment of waking up unmasked and hurt.
"I had to bring him back here. Stark said to go to the tower, but I couldn't make it and this was closer."

"Stark?!" Harry looked at me in disbelief and I barely resisted rolling my eyes. Our father and Tony Stark shared a bitter rivalry, one that Harry seems to have continued, even after our fathers death.
"You're hurt?" His tone was softer this time and I sighed, quickly and neatly stitching the cuts on Peter's chest.

"I'm fine." I muttered. Besides the blood loss, it was mostly true. I had taken off my suit as soon as I laid Peter down and I got to work on stopping the bleeding and stitching myself up.
"I've had worse."

"And him? Spider guy? You're besties with him and Stark now?" There was still irritation in Harry's voice, but I decided to ignore it.

"Look, if you're going to stand there and make snarky comments, you might as well be useful whilst you're doing it." I glanced back at him, giving him a list of things I needed.

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A pained groan made me look up from the screen in front of me. I was making adjustments to my suit, noting down repairs that needed doing and improvements, but I minimised the tab, knowing that was the least important thing in my bedroom at the moment.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I stood up, moving from my desk to my bed, where Peter was struggling to sit up. He still had his suit on, but I was in comfortable clothes, not particularly caring about keeping my identity a secret anymore.

"Y-Y/N?" He hesitated and I nodded.
"Uh- what- I..." He looked down at his suit and his eyes widened, making me chuckle. He looked around, realising the situation.
"What am I doing here?"

"Well, you kind of got hit by a flying car door and collapsed on top of me, so I figured the least I could do was bring you home with me and fix you up." I gave him a half smile.

"I... thank you?" He hesitated.
"Wait- but that means you're... you."

"Yeah." I found his confusion somewhat amusing. He didn't say anything for a second and I sighed.
"I know it's you, Peter." Once again, the mechanical eyes of his suit widened, but he reached up and pulled off his mask all together.

"If you knew it was me, why'd you leave my mask on?" He asked quietly and I shrugged.

"I figured you'd be more comfortable with it on." I sighed, moving away from the bed.
"Besides, I'm not going to tell anyone who you are and I didn't want my brother finding out." He looked slightly confused at that.
"Harry is the best big brother I could ask for, but he's... protective. He also doesn't particularly like your buddy Stark, so I imagine you'd prefer not to have him breathing down your neck." Peter nodded his head and I picked up my phone, seeing several messages, but I ignored them, typing a message to the butler of the house, before sending it.
"I've cleaned up your injuries as best as I can-"

"You got hurt too." Peter interrupted.
"Worse than I did."

"And yet, I was the one to carry you back here." I joked, lifting up my tee, revealing the thick bandages.
Peter's cheeks tinted with pink and I laughed slightly, making me wince.
"I'm alright, I heal quickly."

"Yeah, me too." He sat up a little more.
"What are you exactly? I mean, I was bitten by a radioactive spider to get my abilities, but what bit you?"

"Nothing. I'm a failed experiment." I smiled sadly.
"My adoptive father, Norman Osborne, wanted to do the patriotic thing and help his country. He developed a formula to improve the body and mind. To make it stronger, indestructible, even. It wasn't ready for human trials, but he didn't care. He subjected us both to the formula, but it wasn't ready. We knew the success rate was low, but we didn't know you had to be an exact match."

"What happened?" Peter asked quietly and I shook my head.

"I have no idea. I was a match, but he mustn't have been, because it drove him insane. He said he could hear it's voice, the Goblin, that's what he called it." I sucked in a breath.
"Something snapped in him and he tried to release the formula on the city. I found Harry, hoping that together we could talk some sense into our father, but he was too far gone. We... killed him." Peter looked shocked at that and I looked down in shame.
"We didn't have a choice. We tried locking him up, but he escaped. We tried reversing the effects of the formula, but we couldn't do it. He escaped again and I realised it was us or him. Clearly Harry realised it sooner, because he brought a gun to a Goblin fight."

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Peter muttered and I gave him a fake smile.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Not Mr. Stark, not Ned, I swear."

"Thank you."

I feel like this has a lot more potential than just a 3 part story, but I don't think I'll be continuing this :(