Peter Parker Imagines

Traitor | Peter x Vulture'sDaughter!OC

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None

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"You will get me information on that Spider-Kid. I don't care if you love him, you WILL betray him for me!" 

I wanted to warn Peter. I wanted to scream and tell the world I was betraying my boyfriend to steal information for my own father. A man with bad intentions, who would kill Peter just to have his own way. But I was silent as a mouse, looking through Peter's room for anything that had a connection with Stark and the Avengers. It was breaking my heart because I could hear Peter in the kitchen talking to his Aunt May. About me. The guilt was eating me alive, and I couldn't help but stop sneaking around to hear what he was saying. 

"She's just- she's amazing. And I know she's the one, y'know?" A soft laugh came from May. "Calm it down there Tiger. I love Jess too, but just take it easy for a few years, yeah?" A gentle whine sounded from Peter. "I just love her so much. She's everything to me." May laughed again, and I peeked through the gap in Peter's open door. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, keeping May company as she attempted to cook dinner. "I know she is. Just wait a few more years before asking her to marry you, okay?"

What? Peter thinks I'm the one he wants to marry in the future? The guilt became too much, and I backed away from the door, unable to keep the tears back. They ran down my cheeks, carving paths into my cheeks. Each tear was like a drop of acid, burning into my skin, reminding me that I should feel guilty. So damn guilty for even thinking about betraying Peter. But I knew that if I didn't, there was nowhere I could hide to get away from my father. And he would kill Peter for alienating his only daughter, even if he himself had driven me away. 

Slightly panicky, I was lost for an action. I had no idea what to do. If I returned empty-handed, my father would kill Peter. If I brought him information, he would use it to kill Peter and the Avengers too. And if I allowed Peter to find me here, snooping around for information, he would most likely break up with me on the spot. And I didn't want that. I loved Peter too much to let him go. But I also loved him too much to allow my father to kill him.

My breaths were shorter now as I panicked. I had nowhere to go, no escape. I was trapped. In my panicking, I backed up into Peter's drawers, knocking off the snow globe he'd gotten from May when they went up the Empire state building. It went tumbling to the floor and luckily didn't smash. It did, however, make a loud thump as it hit the floor. Having lost my balance, I fell to my knees, unable to see anything from the blinding tears. "Did you hear that?"

I had my back to the door, and yet Peter still managed to recognise me the second he walked into his room. "Jess? What're you doing in here?" My body was shaking, and biting my lip didn't stop a loud sob from escaping me. "Is that Jess?" Peter rushed over to me, and I felt his warm hands on my shoulders. It registered with him that I was too hysterical to talk at the moment, and he gently placed his hands under my arms, lifting me onto my feet. Through my blurry vision, I could now see May standing in the doorway. 

"Jess, hey," Peter led me over to his bunk bed, sitting me down on the bottom bunk. "Look at me." I could hear him, but nothing he said was registering with my brain. I was too busy panicking to really focus on anything. "Jess," One of Peter's hands took ahold of my chin, being very gentle as he turned my face to look at him. "You're okay." Even through my tears, I could make out his face, watching me with worried eyes. I felt another hand take my own, and I imagined it was May. 

My sobs were weakening now, Peter brushing a hand across my wet cheeks in an attempt to somewhat dry them. "You're safe." No. I wasn't safe yet, especially since I'd now been caught in the act by my boyfriend and his aunt. Once my tears had been reduced to deep breaths in and out, as ordered by May, Peter started with the questions. And I just couldn't lie to him. "Jess, not that I don't love your surprise visits, but what on earth is going on?" Wiping my eyes with the edge of my sleeve, I bit my lip. I couldn't exactly talk about it with May in the room, since she didn't know he was Spider-Man. 

Peter noticed how quiet I was and caught onto this, nodding to himself. "Uh, May, do you mind if I talk to Jess alone? It's a bit of a sensitive issue." I could see May was about to protest and buried my face in Peter's shoulder for good measure. Her grip on my hand loosened, and I heard a sigh. "Okay. But we're talking about this later." Her footsteps left the room, followed by the sound of the door shutting behind her. "Jess, what's going on?" Peter repeated his question from earlier, moving me away from his shoulder so he could see my face. 

I wanted to avoid the question, but that wasn't an option. And I certainly couldn't lie to him either. "My father forced me to find information about your suit and the Avengers. He said if I didn't, he would kill you." My voice wobbled as I spoke. Even just talking about it was horrible enough. "I couldn't let him kill you. I know you keep recipes for your webs in your Chemistry journal, but I couldn't do it. I came here and lost it when I overheard you talking to May." Peter's eyes widened. "You heard me? How long were you listening?" His expression brought a small smile to my face, despite the situation. "Long enough." 

His cheeks went red, and I tried not to laugh at him. "Don't worry, I would say yes, in a few years time." Peter then ducked his head, cheeks growing redder by the second. "That's a relief. Anyway, I think we should tell Mr Stark about your father." Within seconds, I was up from his bed, walking away from him. "Peter, that's not an option." Peter shook his head, also getting up from his bottom bunk. "Jess, it's me or him. You heard yourself, he'll kill me if you don't give him information." I was already tired and frustrated, and hearing him say that pushed me over the edge.

"Do not make me choose between you and my father." I didn't mean for it to come out so angrily, but the look on Peter's face revealed that it had come off as angry. "Did you not hear what you so worriedly told me? He threatened to kill me." So what if my father was a little dark sometimes? He was just trying to protect me. "He doesn't have a choice!" My voice rose now, and I forgot that May was just outside Peter's bedroom, most likely listening in. "He's a criminal! It doesn't matter whether he's protecting you or not!" Peter's voice was also getting louder, and it was almost scary. We rarely argued, let alone raised our voices at one another.

"How can you say that?! He's loved me for years, having taken care of me long before I ever met you!" I snapped at Peter, edging closer to him every time I spoke. "And who's taken care of you since then? Me! He doesn't even speak to you anymore unless it's for his own criminal business!" I was on my last nerve with Peter, and I made sure to let him know. "If I'm being such a bother to you, Peter, I'll just go back to him! Solve my problem!" I turned away from him, hand on the doorknob of his bedroom door when a sticky web latched onto the back of my shirt. 

"I WILL NOT LOSE YOU TO HIM!" I let out a gasp as I was dragged backwards, the web keeping me from stopping myself. My backwards momentum was stopped by Peter, who grabbed my arm, forcing me to stand still. Peter was visibly angry now, red in the face and holding onto my arm with a tight grip. I was almost afraid of Peter now, flinching away from him. He caught my tiny flinch, grip softening but not letting go, angry expression dropping. "Please," I forced myself to look at him, into his beautiful brown eyes. "I can't lose you. Especially not to him." 

I loved my father. But I knew what he did, and what he was. Who he had turned into after years of creating weapons. And I knew I loved Peter more. "You would never lose me. Not to him, not to anyone." That wasn't a lie. It was more of a promise, and I could see that Peter picked up on that. Within half a second, Peter had captured my lips with his own. His hand fell from my arm, moving to my waist so he could pull me closer. May must have been curious about the sudden silence because she opened the door in a not-so-quiet fashion.

"Hey! I just got a noise complaint from upstairs, what the heck are you two-" She stopped mid-sentence, at the same time I pulled away from Peter. A smile came to her face, and she leant against the open doorway. "I'm assuming you two sorted out the problem?" I looked up at Peter, still unsure of what I was supposed to do now. "Can Jess stay with us for a while? She's, uh, arguing with her father." May pursed her lips, obviously thinking it over. "I suppose so. As long as you two don't mess around when I'm not here." 

Peter went red, and I mirrored his expression. "May!" She simply laughed, swatting at me with her hand. "Oh please. Like I don't know what you two get up to when I'm not here." I thought my life was ruined when Peter found me in his room. Instead, I had my broken pieces put back together, and was given a new home to start over in. One free of my criminal father. One with a boy who loved me, and his slightly quirky Aunt.

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