Peripatetic | TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

29: Oh Shit

Y/N STARK (6-2-8)

"Y/n, I need your help."

Peter's voice sounded strange, as if he was in pain and he groaned slightly.

"Where are you?" I asked, entering my room and closing the door.

Peter took a laboured breath. "Wade's place."

I teleported to the apartment and looked around. Peter sat in the window, phone still pressed to his ear as he leaned against the frame. There was a large gash down his front, and I rushed over.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded, looking over his wounds.

Peter winced. "It was Doctor Connors this time."

My breath caught as I understood the implication. More people we coming in through the Multiverse. I helped Peter up and wrapped an arm around his waist, taking some of his body weight as I led him to the bathroom. I had a moment of panic as I remembered that Wade wouldn't need a first aid kit due to his powers, but I luckily found one in the cupboard under the sink.

I turned to Peter and helped him peel his suit down to his waist as I inspected his wound. I was not a doctor, but I'd taken multiple first aid courses with Bruce, and helped patch people up on missions more times than I could count, so I knew what I was doing.

I pulled out some wipes and began to clean the wound, murmuring apologies whenever Peter winced. Despite the fact that he was hurt, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift over his toned body. The way his abdomen flexed under the soft touch of my fingers...

Get a grip, Y/n, I scolded myself.

I continued to patch him up, being careful to not hurt him as I did so. When he was finally all bandaged up he sat and looked at me, gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered softly.

I ran a gentle hand through his dishevelled hair. "Of course."

He stood up, stepping closer to me and placing a hand on my cheek. He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, his eyes darkening slightly with an intensity that made my toes curl. He leaned in and I met him halfway, pressing my lips to his. His other hand moved to the small of my back and pulled me closer, and I ran my hands up his bare chest.

"Who the hell is that?"

My head whipped around at the familiar voice, and I felt myself pale as I came face to face with my dad and the other Avengers.

"Oh shit," I said.

My dad glared at me. "We are going back to the Tower. Now."

***

"Y/n, do you want to explain what's going on?" Steve asked.

We were all in the common room of the Avengers' Tower. My Peter had put his suit back on, covering his body and my medical handiwork, and everyone kept looking at him. Natasha and Bucky were studying him the way they would study a spy, our Peter was watching him with a confused yet curious look on his face, and my dad just glared.

"No, not really," I muttered, and my Peter let out a little snort of laughter.

My dad rolled his eyes, annoyance written all over his features, and I took a deep breath.

"Why is he wearing a Spiderman suit?" Natasha questioned.

I winced. "There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this."

"I think we would all like to know what that is, Y/n," my dad stated coldly.

I felt shame settle into my gut. Maybe I should have told them at the beginning, but the need to keep my Peter with me had been too great to ignore. It had been selfish and unreasonable to keep this from them, I knew that now. But before I could explain, my phone began to ring again, the name 'Peter' flashing across the screen. My dad looked at it, and his eyes darkened.

"Pick up the phone," he said coldly. "And put it on speaker."

"Y/n, I think I fucked up," Peter M's voice whispered.

I sighed. "Yeah, me too. What happened?"

I suppose it didn't matter now that everyone knew something was up. Maybe they could help me get Peter M out of trouble.

"They're taking me to some place called 'The Raft,'" he said quietly, and my stomach dropped. "They put these weird handcuffs on me and I can't access my powers, but they don't know I have my phone on me–"

There was the sound of yelling on the other end of the call, before the line went dead.

"Peter? Shit," I cursed.

My dad crossed his arms. "Alright, Y/n. Time to explain what's going on."

"It's a long story," I admitted quietly.

"We have the time," Natasha stated.

So I took a deep breath, and explained everything. I told them how Peter had appeared in our world all those months ago, and how we'd waited for Strange and Wong to send him back. I explained what had happened when the sorcerers had returned, and the spells they'd cast. I recounted my trip to Peter's world, and then the X-Men's world, and ending my story with the past few days.

"You're telling me we knew this guy?" my dad inquired, a look of disbelief and slight confusion on his face.

I nodded, and felt something brush my hand. I looked down to see my Peter's hand a hairs' breadth from mine, and my dad's eyes narrowed slightly.

"So Strange used a magic spell to send this Peter back to his world, and made us forget about him?" Natasha questioned.

Our Peter cleared his throat, and we all turned to him. "I... I think I remember. I remember meeting him... while we were fighting that octopus guy. It's like... it's like a dream coming back to me."

"I remember, too," Wanda piped up. "You borrowed my camera."

All of the Avengers' faces revealed confusion, then concentration, and then finally realisation.

"So why is he back?" Steve asked.

I took a breath. "Because I brought him back."

"Excuse me, what?" Sam pressed incredulously.

"Turns out I can teleport through different universes, and not just this one," I explained with a nervous laugh. "So really, this is all my fault."

"Don't say that," my Peter murmured, brushing his hand against mine.

I sniffled, trying to hold back tears. I hadn't meant to tear apart the Multiverse — I hadn't even intended on bringing my Peter here in the first place. But now that I had him, I never wanted to let him go, even though I had to.

"And presumably, we were left unaware because you did not want Peter to have to leave again," Vision stated.

I nodded, unable to form words to describe how sorry I was. How sorry I was for keeping it from them, and for being so selfish.

"And what about this third Peter Parker?" Natasha inquired.

"He's not a Peter Parker. His name is Peter Maximoff." Wanda and Pietro looked up at the use of their surname, and I continued, "And we're going to break him out of The Raft."

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NOTES: kinda tempted to upload every single chapter because i finished the story... maybe i will