Seer || Peter Parker x Reader

30 || Choices

I've had choices since the day I was born

There were voices that told me right from wrong

If I had listened I wouldn't be here today

Livin' and dyin' with the choices I've made

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"Okay, it's been, like, ten hours since dinner and you still look kind of weird. Are you okay?" Peter asks me, snapping me out of yet another daydream as we sit in my room.

"What?" I ask. "Oh, nothing I'm fine." Peter's eyes narrow.

"It's just us here. Just tell me." I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"I'm still thinking about this Quill thing." I admit.

"This Quill being your dad thing?" He asks, and I nod.

"I just - I know we just had this conversation and I know I said I was going to wait on saying something to him, but I don't know if I can." I say. "Like, seeing him with Gamora yesterday afternoon and the way they talked... I couldn't help thinking what my life would be like if I grew up with him instead of my mom. And... I didn't hate it." I continue. "I just think he should know. I think it's the right thing to do."

Peter nods, deep in thought. "Okay." He says. "Okay. If you want to, I'll support you." I smile at him warmly, kissing him on the cheek.

"I still don't know how I'm going to do it. I'm still not even 100% sure Quill is my dad. But we're undeniably similar, right? Like, he won't freak out if I tell him the truth. He has to see it."

"Y/N," Peter says calmly, "You're overthinking things." I look at him blearily.

"Am I?" I ask. He laughs.

"Yes." His hand drapes over my shoulder, and I lean my head into his. He runs slow circles into my arm. "Just... take a deep breath. I know this is stressful. You don't know how he's going to react, or how it'll affect your relationship, and that's scary. But at least it's Quill. I mean, your dad could have been Drax or Rocket or something." I laugh and so does Peter.

"That is... really true." I agree, planting a kiss on his cheek. "You are a fantastic boyfriend, did you know that?" Peter grins.

"You tell me all the time."

"Okay, well I'm off to find Quill." I say with a sigh, standing up off the bed. Peter stands, too.

"Do you want me to come?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"No," I say gently. "I need to do this on my own." He smiles at this answer.

"Well, I love you, and everything's going to go fine. You've fought HYDRA agents and been to twenty planets; you can handle this." He says, and I smile widely, giving him one more kiss before running off towards the cafeteria.

I spot Quill and take a deep breath, walking calmly across the room towards where he and some other members of the Guardians are sitting.

Quill breaks into a grin when he sees me. "Dude!" He exclaims, his mouth full. "You've got to try this stuff, it tastes like gumballs." His cheerful attitude puts me at ease and I smile slightly.

"Hey, Quill, can I talk to you?" I ask as Quill swallows, watching his face become serious.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, and I nod.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's totally fine, I just need to talk you about something." I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. Quill nods, standing up.

"I know the perfect place we can go." He replies.

•—•—•

Quill and I sit by a fountain near the NovaCorps building, the sun heating my skin as I watch people go by, chatting aimlessly with friends and family.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Quill asks after another moment of silence. I face him, nerves bubbling up in my stomach.

"Remember when we went to Nornheim and we met Thor and Loki's friend?" I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Sure," He replies cautiously.

I swallow nervously. "Well, on our way out, she told me that I was closer to finding my father than I knew. And I didn't really get what she meant, but I'm starting to figure it out." I say, and Quill nods slowly. "I... get these feelings, right? I felt it when we found the spaceship with Carol and Talos on it, or when we almost got killed by those Collector people. It's like this quiet buzzing and humming in my body, like energy. And I feel it around you. And after we were able to do that thing with our powers last week and how similar our skill sets are and the thing that Karnilla said..." I take a deep breath. "Quill, I think you're my father."

I watch as a thousand different emotions pass over Quill's face. First confusion, then shock, then what seems to be sadness.

"Oh, kid," He says softly. "I can't be your dad." My heart pangs and I feel as if the world comes crashing down around me.

So close.

So close.

"But our powers," I start. "And all the similarities."

"I know," He says. "I know it's weird, but... I left Earth when I was eight years old. I didn't come back until I met you and Peter. Besides, I'm half alien, too. If I was your dad, you'd only be a quarter. I'm just not it, kid. I'm sorry." His voice is gentle and sad and I do my best tools back the tears.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't have rushed to conclusions. I just thought-" I shake my head. "I'm sorry."

"No, you have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, the similarities are uncanny. And if it'll make you feel better, I'll have Dey help us take a DNA test. We'll find out once and for all, okay?" He tells me, and I can't hold myself back from hugging him tightly. He tenses at first, but wraps his arms around me after a moment and rubs my back.

"Thank you." I whisper tearfully. Quill nods as I pull back.

"Come on," He says. "Let's go get that test."