Multifandom One-shots

22. The Cosmic Heirloom - Peter x reader (Marvel)

One day, while cleaning out the attic of my old family home with the help of my best friend, Peter Parker, I stumbled upon an intriguing, dusty box hidden beneath layers of forgotten memories. The sun streamed through the small, dusty window, casting a warm glow on the forgotten relics of my past.

Curiosity got the better of me as I lifted the lid, revealing a mishmash of forgotten trinkets, old photo albums, and a peculiar antique communication device. Peter, always the enthusiastic sidekick, peered over my shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight of the mysterious contraption.

"What do you think this is?" Peter mused, his gaze fixated on the intricate design of the device. He gently took it out of my hands, turning it around before looking up at me.

I shrugged, a sense of adventure coursing through me. "No idea. Maybe some old family heirloom?"

Without a second thought, Peter handed the device back to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, there's only one way to find out, right? Let's see if it's got some hidden powers or secret messages."

I chuckled, agreeing with the sentiment. With a deep breath, I pressed the button labeled "Connect." To our surprise, the device hummed to life, and a holographic screen flickered into existence.

To our surprise, the device hummed to life, and a holographic screen flickered into existence. The message on the screen held an urgent tone.

If anyone but Y/N Y/L/N is seeing this, press the button you just pushed two times.

Peter and I exchanged puzzled glances. "What's that supposed to mean?" Peter asked, his brow furrowed.

Before I could respond, the holographic message continued, and a familiar face appeared—the face of a family member believed to be long gone.

"Hey, Y/N. If you're watching this, it means you found the device. I hope you're alone, or at least with someone you trust."

Peter and I exchanged another glance with each other. "It kinda feels like they knew that I was gonna be with someone." I said to Peter before looking more closely at the metal box in my hands.

Peter's eyes narrowed, his Spider-sense tingling with a hint of suspicion. "This is getting weirder by the second, Y/N."

I nodded, the weight of the situation settling in. "Yeah, it's like they anticipated us finding this device together."

The holographic figure on the screen seemed frozen in time, waiting for our response. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you, something we've kept hidden for too long."

Peter, always quick on his feet, remarked, kind of excited. "Hidden secrets, unexpected holograms—it's like we stumbled into a superhero plotline."

As the message continued, the family member shared details about a hidden refuge, their secluded whereabouts, and the coordinates for a reunion. The urgency in their voice was palpable, and a mix of excitement and caution filled the attic.

"Wait a minute," Peter interrupted, squinting at the holographic message. "This sounds like some top-secret Avengers stuff. Do you think your family is connected to them?"

I pondered Peter's words about the possibility of a family connection to the superhero world, adding an extra layer of complexity to the mystery. "I never thought about it, but no, no. It can't be. Right?"

The holographic figure on the screen seemed to sense our uncertainty. "Y/N, you're the only one who can open the way to our hidden refuge. Follow the coordinates provided. On the specified date, open the portal and come find me."

Peter leaned in, his excitement palpable. "A hidden refuge? This is like a mission straight out of a comic book. We've got to check this out!"

The holographic figure prompted, "Follow the coordinates to an old, forgotten cottage in the woods. I'll be waiting for you."