my guardian angel | peter parker x gn!reader

t w e n t y - s i x

the netherlands

You couldn't tell how long it had been before you woke up. You groaned at the crick in your neck when you lifted your heavy head off of the uncomfortably cold surface behind you. Your thoughts were cloudy and confused. When you opened your eyes, you had no recollection of where you were or how you'd got there. You turned your head to the left and were met with two men covered in paint grinning toward you. "Hi."

Have I been kidnapped? "Who are you? And where am I?"

"I'm Lucas," the man closest to you spoke. He seemed friendly enough, but you didn't feel ready to trust someone so easily again. "This is Dave and that's Ed." He motioned to the man beside him and the man on your right, who both offered you a smile and a wave.

When you turned your head to the right, you noticed a familiar brunette boy still wrapped in your arms with an orange t-shirt draped over his front. "Hey." You lightly tapped him and shook him awake.

He slowly opened his eyes, drowsy and confused. He looked around the room, tensing up when he met eyes with the others. "Hi," Lucas greeted with a grin that hadn't left his face.

"Where am I?"

"Municipal holding facility." You both furrowed your eyebrows at Dave's answer. Holding facility? But why?

"They said they found you unconscious at the train yard. Very dangerous." Oh, right.

"And we gave you the shirt because you seemed a bit cold." Peter jumped out of his skin when Ed spoke, accidentally burying himself further into your grip.

"Thanks. You guys are nice." You felt Peter relax slightly, although he didn't move from the comfort of your touch. "You speak really good English."

"Welcome to the Netherlands."

You froze, staring at the three in pure shock. Whatever peace the two of you had found had dissipated immediately and the panic began to rise. "We're in the Netherlands right now?" he spoke the question that hung on both of your minds.

"Yup."

You pushed Peter off of you, standing up to face the three men while he ran to the bars of the cell. "It was great meeting you. We have to go. Bye."

"Guard!"

You joined Peter at the door, peaking at different angles to see if you could find an escape route. "The guard is on a break. Probably talking to his wife."

"Yeah, she's pregnant."

"Oh, yeah?"

While the three started a new conversation in Dutch, Peter took the chance to use his enhanced strength and break the padlock off of the door and push it open. "Yeah. Yeah." As you walked past, you took a brief look into the guard's room, where he stood, phone in hand, wearing Peter's suit while your equipment lay on the table. "Night Monkey. Yeah." You scoffed in amusement before following Peter to exit the building. By the looks of it, all of your stuff had been confiscated, from your helmet to your rockets. It was a shame; it was all replaceable, of course, but some of that held sentimental value.

You were met with a small area, scattered with people, farm animals, and a few market stalls around the edges. Peter rotated fully as he examined the place, stumbling slightly with his injured leg. You, on the other hand, felt absolutely fine, which was surprising considering your lack of superpowers. The most pain you felt at that moment was a few aches in your joints and your head. Maybe Peter had cushioned the impact. What a gentleman.

You allowed him to pull the baggy football shirt Dave had given him over his plain black one before you offered your stability to help him walk. You placed your hand around his back while his hand rested on your shoulder, leaning nearly all his weight onto you as he walked.