"I dream, of you, almost every night. Hope, fully, i wont wake up this time..."
Y/n's POV
You stirred from your slumber, reluctantly surfacing into consciousness as the shrill sound of the alarm pierced through the tranquility of your room. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion, and in a half-asleep daze, you reached out to hit the snooze button, hoping for a few more moments of sleep. But before you could sink back into the depths of dreams, a pillow collided with your head, jolting you awake.
"Wake up! You're gonna be late!" Bucky's voice echoed in your ears, rousing you from your groggy state. You let out a grumble,
"I'm too tired... Can't I just skip today?" you mumbled, your voice heavy. Bucky remained firm, not yielding to your protests.
"No, now move, or I'm making you do training," he warned. The threat of additional training was enough to coax you into action. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and slowly swung your legs over the edge of the bed, begrudgingly accepting the fact that another long day awaited you.
With a yawn, you shuffled into the kitchen, where Wanda sat on the couch, her presence providing a sense of familiarity and comfort in the early hours of the morning. Greeting her with a mumbled "Morning," you quickly made your way to the counter and snatched an apple, your breakfast on the go.
Balancing the apple in one hand, you returned to your room in a rush, your energy gradually building as you prepared for the day ahead. You rummaged through your closet, eventually settling on a pair of blue ripped jeans, comfortable tennis shoes, and a soft pink long-sleeved shirt. As you slipped into the chosen ensemble, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, haphazardly tousled hair framing your face.
Realizing your hair needed attention, you grabbed the brush conveniently placed on the table beside you. Carefully untangling the knots, you guided the brush through your luscious locks, opting to pull your hair back into a neat braid, a practical yet stylish choice. Satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder, and darted out of the door.
***
You stepped through the school entrance, navigating your way through the bustling sea of students flooding the hallways. Skillfully maneuvering past the throng, your eyes scanned the familiar faces until you spotted Ned seated outside the principal's office, patiently waiting.
"Hey, Ned," you greeted him with a smile as you approached. He returned the smile, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes as he looked past you.
"Hey, Y/n." he replied, his voice tinged with worry.
"Is everything okay?" Ned shook his head, his expression filled with uncertainty.
"I don't know, the principal just called Peter in there. I think he's getting expelled,"
"For skipping?" you inquired,
"For ditching the decathlon and stuff, yeah," Ned explained. The principal's office door swung open, and Peter emerged, his face betraying a mix of emotions.
"Are you expelled?" Ned blurted out, rising from his seat. "Do you have to go to that high school where the principal has a crossbow?" he asked, half-jokingly. You couldn't help but chuckle at Ned's vivid imagination.
"There's no way that's a thing," you chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. The three of you began to traverse the now sparsely populated halls, making your way to your next class.
"No, I'm pretty sure that's a myth, and no, I'm not expelled," Peter reassured, his voice sounding slightly different than usual. A sense of relief washed over you at his words.
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This Side of Paradise (Peter Parker x Reader)
Fanfiction𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ---------- Y/N Maximoff is the youngest of the Maximoff family whom possesses both of their powers (Thanks Hydra). After the whole Civil War thing she had to move away from the compound and in with her sister and Bucky (Yeah, its...
