Daughter of a Witch

Spider-Senses and Magic

The mission had been straightforward enough-get in, secure the intel, and get out. But things rarely stayed simple when you were a young Avenger, especially when you had magic coursing through your veins and a partner like Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man.

Y/n crouched low beside Peter as they surveyed the unfamiliar terrain before them. It was nothing like the sleek halls of Hydra's base they had infiltrated minutes ago. Instead, they were surrounded by jagged, broken-down buildings shrouded in thick mist. The air was heavy, damp, and strange, like they had entered a different world.

"Okay, definitely not New York," Y/n muttered, squinting through the fog, trying to make sense of their sudden relocation.

Peter turned his head slightly toward her, mask still in place, but his voice revealed the same confusion. "Nope. My spider senses didn't pick up any portals, though."

"Well, something transported us here," Y/n said, her magic flaring faintly in her palms. The familiar pull of her power danced beneath her skin, offering a small measure of comfort. "And it wasn't me."

Peter stood up slowly, his sharp gaze scanning the area. "Whatever happened, we're stuck here now. We must figure out where 'here' is and how to return."

Y/n nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and adrenaline building inside her. Her magic wanted out, wanting to figure out the solution, but she held it back. "Guess we're on our own," she said, standing beside Peter.

Peter extended his hand. "We've got this. I trust you. And, hey, we make a pretty good team."

Y/n glanced down at his outstretched hand, feeling a flutter in her chest. He always seemed to know when she needed reassurance or to be grounded. "We do," she agreed, slipping her hand into his.

The warmth of his touch calmed her nerves as they set off, staying close as they navigated the unfamiliar city. Peter took the lead, his spider senses guiding them away from potential threats, while Y/n kept her magic humming beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

The silence between them wasn't awkward-more like a shared understanding. They had been through a lot together, and this wasn't the first time a mission had gone sideways. But something about this place felt different, more dangerous like it held secrets they weren't prepared to uncover.

As they crossed an empty street, Y/n's boot caught on a piece of debris, sending her stumbling forward. Peter's reflexes kicked in instantly, his arm shooting out to see her before she fell.

"Whoa, careful," he said, his voice soft but filled with concern as he pulled her back into his chest. His hand lingered at her waist for a moment longer than necessary.

Y/n blinked up at him, her heart racing for reasons unrelated to their situation. Her breath hitched slightly as she realized how close they were-close enough that she could see the faint outline of his lips through the fabric of his mask. "Thanks," she whispered, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Anytime," Peter replied, his voice lower now, more intimate. His arms stayed around her for a beat longer, and Y/n felt like the world had gone silent, just the two of them standing there in the mist.

She wondered momentarily if he could feel the same pull between them that she did-if his heart was racing just as fast. The way his grip on her tightened slightly, the way his body angled toward hers-it was enough to make her wonder.

But Peter's body stiffened before either of them could act on the tension crackling between them. His spider senses flared, sharp, and urgent. "Y/n, move!"

Without hesitation, Peter yanked her behind him just as a bolt of energy exploded against the ground where they had stood seconds ago. The impact sent debris flying in every direction. Y/n shielded her face, her magic instinctively wrapping around them like a protective barrier.

"Hydra agents," Peter grunted, web-slinging onto a nearby building to get a better view.

Y/n's heart sank as she spotted a group of heavily armed Hydra soldiers advancing toward them through the mist, their weapons glowing with that all-too-familiar green energy.

"Guess they followed us," she muttered, her hands glowing with magic as she prepared for the fight.

Peter landed beside her, crouching low and ready to strike. "I'll take the ones on the left. Can you handle the right?"

Y/n nodded, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She let her magic surge to the surface, feeling the raw power flow through her veins. "Let's do this."

In a blur of movement, Peter launched himself at the Hydra agents, easily webbing up their weapons and dodging blasts. His agility was unmatched, each of his movements fluid and precise.

Meanwhile, Y/n unleashed her magic in a flurry of energy blasts, knocking several soldiers off their feet. She moved with purpose, her magic pulsing with each strike until she cleared the battlefield's right side.

But just as she turned to help Peter, one of the soldiers got a lucky shot off-an energy blast that hit Peter square in the chest. He flew back, slamming into the side of a building with a sickening thud.

"Peter!" Y/n screamed, her heart dropping into her stomach. She sprinted toward him, her magic flaring wildly as she blasted away the remaining Hydra agents.

Peter lay crumpled on the ground, groaning in pain as he tried to sit up. His suit was torn, exposing a burn mark across his chest. Blood seeped through the fabric, and his breathing was labored.

Y/n's magic surged with panic as she dropped to her knees beside him. "You're hurt," she said, her voice trembling with fear. "I need to heal you."

Peter coughed, wincing as he tried to sit up. "I'll be fine," he muttered, but the pain in his voice was unmistakable.

Ignoring his protests, Y/n placed her glowing hands over his injury, channeling her healing magic into him. The warmth of her power seeped into his body, knitting the torn skin and soothing the pain. Slowly, Peter's breathing steadied, and the color returned to his cheeks.

"You saved me," he said, his voice soft as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and something more profound.

Y/n smiled weakly, her heart still pounding from the fear of almost losing him. "You've saved me more times than I can count. It's my turn."

Peter's mask had slipped halfway off during the fight, revealing his tousled hair and the soft curve of his lips. His gaze locked onto hers, and the world seemed to stand still for a moment.

"I care about you, Y/n," Peter said, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't want to say anything in the middle of a mission, but... I do. A lot."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. She had always felt something for Peter, but hearing him say it out loud made her heart race even faster. "I care about you too, Peter," she admitted, her voice quiet. "More than I realized."

Peter's smile widened, his eyes softening as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We're going to have to talk about this later."

Y/n chuckled softly, feeling the weight of their situation lift slightly. "Yeah, later."

But then, before either of them could overthink it, Peter leaned in, closing the gap between them. His lips brushed against hers softly at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she kissed him back, her magic swirling around them in gentle pulses, almost as if it was responding to their connection.

The kiss was short but sweet, filled with unspoken promises and the beginnings of something more profound. When they finally pulled away, Peter rested his forehead against hers. Both of them breathed a little heavier, but for different reasons now.

"We should probably... get out of here," Peter said, his voice laced with amusement.

Y/n grinned, wiping a bit of dirt off his cheek. "Yeah, let's finish this mission first."

With one final look at each other, they stood up, ready to face whatever came next-stronger together.