No One Like You (Peter Parker & Stark Daughter)

Mercy Street

Blacking out is an extremely odd thing.

I feel like I can't call it that, but then again there's no other words.

But not being able to do anything, seeing everything in a blur, remembering flashes and snippets of the night without being able to piece one memory together? Terrifying.

It's just before sunrise when I feel the quarter sleeve of my dress being pulled back up on my arm, and I hear Peter mumbling angrily to himself. I wish I wasn't still super drunk. I don't know if what was in that drink has to do with this, but goddamn, I wouldn't rule it out.

"Peter?" I mumble, sitting up slowly and running a hand through my now knotted hair. He takes my arm, gently pulling it back down and pulling my sleeve up all the way. "Where are we?"

"We're at the party- what was the party. Stay still for a moment, your lip is kind of bloody." He says gently, making me immediately bring up my hand, touching it and staring at my hand.

I just giggle when I see it, falling back onto the bed. "I'm just like my dad now. Did I get into a fight?"

"No, angel. You didn't." His jaw clenches along with his fist, and I tilt my head.

"Then what happened?" Even in my delirious state, I begin to worry.

"You- you were dancing. Mad at me. I stormed off- oh god I'm so fucking sorry for leaving you. I was looking for you all night. I promise, I promise I'm gonna find whoever did this to you. Some girl said she saw two guys taking you upstairs, she said you looked super drunk and tried to get away- fuck Chloe, I'm so sorry." He tears up as he speaks, voice cracking with every sentence. "It's all my fault."

I frown as he tells me this, lip quivering as the night begins to come back to me. "Y-you were supposed to save me, Spiderman." I whisper, letting a tear roll down my cheek.

"I left early, some guy held a store owner at gunpoint. I'm so fucking sorry. I should've been here." He curses himself, and I simply sit up and hug myself to his body tightly, sobbing into his shirt.

"Shh, shh." He coos, stroking my hair as I cry, his arms tight around me like he may lose me.

It could be hours, or minutes, or maybe seconds, but it feels like forever before I can pull myself together enough to get out of the random house. Peter calls an Uber and holds me the entire time we're headed back. He has his arm around me so my shaking legs don't give out, and he leads me into my apartment.

My dad is waiting by the door, and he seems angry before seeing my disheveled state and Peter's arm around me.

"What happened? Sweetheart why were you crying? Why is Peter here?" He asks, rushing over and leading me over to the couch.

"Daddy- I made a mistake." I begin crying all over again, and he hugs me.

"What'd you-" my dad begins, but Peter cuts him off.

"She didn't do anything, Mr. Stark." He says gently. "She was being responsible, but some guys slipped her something. I found her this morning."

My dad's eyes are wide when he hears this, and he looks down at my sob-racked body in his arms, face unable to express this nightmare. "Th-thank you for bringing her home, Peter. I think we need some time alone, but I'll be calling you later." He gives the closest thing he can to a smile, and Peter nods, exiting the apartment.

"Honey, I am so so sorry this happened to you. Didn't you have ARTEMIS set to alert authorities when stuff like that happens?"

"He can do that..?" I sniffle. "Daddy I- I thought I was smarter than this. I'm sorry." I sob.

"Don't be sorry, this is not your fault. I am going to find whoever did this and make them pay. But don't worry about that. Do you want water, sweetie?"

I nod gently, sitting back against the couch and trying to regulate my breathing. He comes back with a bottle of water and two advil.

"I'm going to set up a doctor's appointment for later today, okay? Just in case." He explains, and I nod, downing the advil and water.

You ever just feel like your reality isn't real? Like every touch, and every breath, and every thought, like none of them are real. It's like that, but ten times worse.

Because it's real.