Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

01-Don't

ITALICS=RUSSIAN
You sighed as you completed yet another tiresome equation. Although being very education-driven, you didn't seem to understand how the Circumference of a Semi-Circle was going to Aid you in life, in any way.

The bell let out its melancholy ring, even it representing the pressurised and depressed mood of the students who walked underneath it. They all looked like zombies. Teachers, Students, cleaners, you name it. At 8:00 in the morning, you couldn't blame them. Already being in class for an hour meant that everyone was ready to go home.

"I cannot believe that she droned on for half a bloody hour!" Ella sighed, sidling next to you as you walked to English. You yawned, nodding in agreement. Ella was a small girl with blonde hair down to her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that always seemed to glare at you.

"At least she tried to make it interesting" You tried to stand up for the new teacher, but failed miserably.

"Did you think that was interesting?" A judging voice-Jessica-broke into the conversation.

"No, but would you be able to in this shit-show of a school?" You retorted, sometimes wondering how you were friends with the Plastics of the school.

"Y/n. This is England-every school is terrible!" Julia interrupted, and rolled her eyes.

"Not every school..." You defended, but with no prevail.

"Yeah right" Ella piped up.

"Why do I try?" You questioned under your breath while looking up to the sky.

"Ooh! She's speaking in Russian again!" Jessica mocked, causing you to turn crimson red.

"Stop yelling!" You harshly whispered, trying to shake off the obvious embarrassment from your so-called friends.

"Sorry Russia." One of the girls loudly laughed, pushing you over. Your books that had been neatly stored in your bag were now spilled over the corridor, realising one of them had unzipped the bag. Cursing at them in Russian, you scooped up everything as they continued to laugh down the corridor, not even bothering to wait for you. The sea of people parted around you, no one kind enough to offer support.

After finishing school, there was the short travel home. Putting in headphones you listened to "Mr. Blue Sky", trying to relieve all the stress from the day. You'd been given a heaping of homework, much to everyone's upset. They groaned and moaned and the teachers couldn't stop them. You couldn't blame them, but you didn't seem to struggle in any subjects. It was the perks of having a dad who put stress on education above everything else.

The walk home was nothing compared to the 10 flights of stairs you had to climb to get to your shared flat with your dad.

You panted for breath at the end of the tedious climb before fumbling with the keys and opening the door. Once again, your dad was not home. You sigh, hoping that this wouldn't become the norm for you and him.

You went to your room, unpacking your heavy school bag and spilling out books onto your desk. All the homework set wasn't for at least a week, so you decided to procrastinate by playing video games. Sure, your dad worked a well-paying job, but everything you had in your room came out of your pocket.

You worked a small shift at a local restaurant, being nothing but a waitress. Sometimes the tips were big, but most of the time they were mediocre.
"tsvetok, I'm home!" You dad called. You switched off the console and hurriedly sat near your desk, hoping to pass off as if you had done homework.

He had walked into your room, acknowledged your presence, and went off to sit in front of the T.V, occasionally letting curses drip from his tongue.
"tsvetok, look at this idiot!" He yelled, and you rushed to him.

He was yelling at a man in red and blue, who seemed to take on the role of a spider. You stared at the screen, the news team seemed to praise his every move, the headline story "Spider-Man saves D.C Monument from collapse!".

"He's no hero" Dad muttered, throwing a strewn can of beer at the T.V.

You sigh, walking back to your room and scrolling through tumblr for a while.

The next day was odd for you. Dad didn't wake you up, and you were late to school by only a few minutes. You sat through the regular lessons, went through the regular bully circle the plastics put you through, and walked back home. There was a feeling of unease, as if everything was going to change in your boring life. However, you pushed the thought deep down; you're a Kravinoff kid, you don't get excitement.

You finished all your homework today, seeing as the power was mysteriously and ominously out. Dad didn't get home late, but just didn't come home. You hated what his work did to him-it seemed to drive him mad.

The day turned into the early hours of night, and the night tuned into the early hours of the day, where you could see the sun rise as the moon faded away. As soon as you saw the faded sunrise, you felt the dread rush over you. He was probably fine, but 'what if's?' always lurked in peripheral vision, tucked so you could only see the question and not the answer. It sucked, but you tried to occupy yourself with house work. As the sun started to shine, everything was looking brand new, but you Dad was still not home. You sighed, getting into your school uniform and packing the large backpack you had for today only.

Today was going to be a long day; you had a Basketball tournament after school, and multiple homework's and presentations to struggle through. All while worrying about your dad's location.

A door slammed shut. You let out an audible gasp, feeling relief and anger bubble up inside you.
"Dad! You're home!" You tiredly yelled, wanting to hug him.

"Yes tsvetok" he confirmed, seeming to trudge to the refrigerator, where he took out some baked beans and started to fish around for pans.

"Where did you go? Dad, I was so scared!" You exasperatedly said, your concerns only growing when you saw the dark circles under his eyes.

"Don't." He begged you, after you found yourself staring.

"Sorry" you mumbled, not wanting to upset him. He poured the beans into a small pot and plonked himself down in front of the T.V.

"Your Dad has a plan, tsvetok. It's a plan that will get us far far away." He fantasised, but upon hearing his wishes you rolled your eyes, having heard his speech over and over, as if he was trying to cement it into your head.

"Sure dad" you said, walking out the lounge and into the hallway, not bothering to say a goodbye before venturing out to another school day.
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Tsvetok means flower in Russian!