Marvel OneShots

My Rescue | Peter Parker x Y/n Rogers

Y/n's Pov-

I throw my pencil down onto my paper. Another wrong math problem. I'm never going to pass this test. My dad has a rule, I must have B's or higher in all my classes if I'm allowed to go on missions. It sounds easy, except I suck at math. I've been barely scraping by all year, but I cannot seem to understand derivatives. I sigh, erasing my work to try again. A knock sounds on the frame of my open door. "How's it going?" My dad stands in the doorway of my room. People always ask what it's like having Captain America as a dad. I would say he is pretty normal, though it comes with a lot of pressure. Not that he puts pressure on me, but I put pressure on myself. I'm not even his biological daughter, so I feel the need to prove that I wasn't a mistake. I plaster a smile onto my face, "It's going great!"

My dad returns the smile, "See, I told you that you could do it." I force myself to keep smiling as he kisses my forehead. "Goodnight, I love you." he whispers. 

"Love you too." I echo as he retreats to his room.

I can hear my heart thumping in my chest. I listen to his footsteps fade into the distance, holding my breath unconsciously. I wait, hearing nothing, and finally releasing my breath. It comes out shaky. I just lied to my dad. Not even a small lie, I don't understand derivatives at all. 

My fingers begin to shake, I try but can't hold them still. What is happening to me? I abruptly stand up from the chair and begin pacing, shaking out my arms. It seems to be harder and harder to breathe. Tears sting my eyes. I sink to the floor, leaning against the wall. 

Peter's Pov-

I hear labored breathing as I walk to my room. I head toward the noise, it's coming from Y/n's room. Her door is open so I carefully peek my head in. Y/n's body is leaning against the wall. She's shaking, gasping for air as tears stream down her face. Oh god! I rush to kneel beside her, gently placing my hand on her shoulder, "Y/n... Y/n it's Peter. Can you look at me? Look into my eyes, okay?" She slowly looks up. The look on her face rips at my heart. "You gotta slow down your breathing, okay? Bigger breaths, just a little at a time." I go through the motions, directing her to match my breathing. Her breathing evens out and she calms. "See it's all okay. You're okay." My legs ache from kneeling so I sink next to her, leaning against the wall. 

Y/n's Pov-

I look at Peter sitting beside me, "Pete... what was that?" He lifts his head, meeting my eyes with a soft gaze, "A panic attack. Something stressing you out?"

"Math homework." I laugh at the absurdity, "I almost died over math homework."

Peter takes my hand, looking me in the eyes intensely, "It is nothing to be ashamed of. It means you've pushed yourself just a little too far." I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder. 

We sit like that for a while. In silence, just in each other's presence. Eventually, I lift my head from Peter's shoulder, "How did you know what to do? When I was... y'know."

Peter shrugs sadly, "After my uncle died, my aunt would get panic attacks a lot. I didn't know what to do, so I guessed, watching how she would respond. I researched online and learned as I went."

My heart sinks at his words, "I'm sorry..."

Peter shrugs it off, "Don't worry about it. They haven't happened in at least a year. But, this is about you. What are you doing in math?"

I fight the urge to groan, "Derivatives."

Peter nods, "Those aren't fun. How about I help you after school tomorrow? A little study date?"

He's joking, but I can't help blushing a little. "A date?" I smirk to hide the blush.

Peter shakes his head laughing. He stands up before offering a hand to me. "How, I think it's time for someone to get some sleep." I take his hand and he leads me to my bed. I snuggle up under the covers. Peter turns to walk away. "Hey, Pete... could you uh -stay with me?" I ask. 

Peter smiles, "Sure thing, babe." I laugh and he goes to turn off the lights before climbing into the bed beside me. I lay my head on Peter's chest, snuggling into his side as I drift off to sleep.