Marvel and DC Imagines

Just Maybe (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 69 guys ;)
I had to. What can I say? I like dirty jokes.

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Y/N stared at the ground, tears slipping out and slapping against the hard surface of cement.

Peter.

What's going to happen to him?

Her hair blew gently in the wind, the all around her the wind started to pick up.

Erik looked at her grimly.

"We'll be waiting for your choice." Was all he said before leaving.

Y/N was a mutant. But her abilities are immortality and the power to control the air around her.

The power of immortality was injected in her as an experiment.

But only now, she found out about it. Erik was asked by her to look into her experiment. What she found, she didn't want to know.

She turned 21 a couple years ago and she noticed that she hasn't changed a bit. She didn't get her period after that. Constant visits to the mutant specialist doctors said she was fine.

So she asked the only person that would look into the dark subject as HYDRA's test subject.

Erik, AKA, magneto.

And he found out something that is going to haunt her for the rest if her life.

That she was going to live forever.

She was never going to bear children.

She was going to watch everyone she love die.

She was going to break Peter's heart.

She was going to forget they ever happened.

She was everything that Peter didn't want.

No kids, no age, no lasting memories, nothing.

Y/N was on top of the apartment tower, at 4 AM. She sneaked out to get the information that Erik had for her. Peter was still sleeping under the cement floor she stood on.

Her hair was now whipping in the wind, licking the air like a fire. Tears streamed down her face, her jacket was almost ripped as the air particles around her moved so fast, it could be plasma.

As loud as the cars, the wind, the metal ripping off the roof, the flying cement were... All she could hear was the thumping of her heart and her roaring thoughts.

Every dream she had with her life was crushed.

There was no hope.

Her mouth opened, gasping and breathing hard.

Everything doesn't matter

Her knees bruised against the rough cement floor.

And I can't do anything about it

A sob racked her body, her shoulders shaking, she looked like she might fall apart at any moment.

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Peter woke up to a loud howling of the wind.

His eyes shot up, sitting up he slipped on his jacket running toward the center.

He could recognize this power from anywhere.

Y/N.

When he walked up the stairs to the roof, thee ceiling was ripped off, it's jagged edges caught a bird who was impaled.

Flies where crushed against the wall as a Peter tried no to float away like a ballon.

Large chunks of cement, pavement, metal, pipes, and dead birds where sailing around her.

She sat in the middle, crumpled up, her eyes where the glowing crystal blue running with tears. Y/N's beautiful face was twisted into shock, horror and sorrow as she shook.

Some bruises where starting form on her arm, blood dribbling down for every opening.

"Y/N!" He shouted, trying really hard not to fly away like the debris around him.

Once he made it to the center, he wrapped his arms around her, whispering things in her ear.

"It's okay, angel." He murmured. "I'm right here."

The glow in her eyes started to fade. Debris fell, some plopping while some came crashing down form the mini hurricane she just created.

"P-Peter..." She sobbed.

Peter squeezed her, not caring if the blood stained his clothes.

"I'm right here, beautiful." He whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

She didn't respond. All she did was cry and tried to talk but formed incomplete sentences.

"I—We—I'm—Can't—" she tried.

"You don't have to say anything, gorgeous." Peter reassured. "Just let it all out."

And so she did.

She cried till her eyes dried out, until she dumped every emotion she had, until she finally could make out the words that would destroy every dream the couple had.

Then, she left. All she left was a note, other than that, every trace of her was gone.

All Peter had was her perfume scented pillow and the letter, never throwing it away because it was the last thing she touched.

The skies cried, knowing that their world came crashing down.

Peter mourning their relationship.

Y/N grieving what they had.

Then, Peter searching for her, hoping to build something new.

And maybe, they will meet again.

With new dreams, with a new world, with the last behind them.

Making what they would have last.

Maybe.

Just maybe.