Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

07-Closer to him

The jet lag had kicked in. Your body was adjusted to British time, which was 5 hours ahead of the time in New York. At 6:00pm, the time that May went home after helping unpack boxes for a while, it felt like 11:00pm, and you were ready to fall asleep.

You decided to take a walk to the park. You grabbed some shoes while yawning, and taking your phone. You yelled across the new flat to inform your dad of where you were going, and he seemed to agree that you'd need to stay up until at least 9:00pm.

The park was close to your new school, and was in just the right position. It wasn't in direct eyesight of the school, but you could run to it from the gates. It had an amazing view of the city, where you could see cars moving along quickly, as well as birds flying above at a great height. It felt amazing to be alone for a bit. It left you with time to process the events of the past 24 hours. You had moved suddenly, and met your best friend who ditched you randomly. It didn't make any sense, but you didn't hold a grudge, as Peter didn't seem like a flake.

You had grabbed a leaf from off the tree, screwing it tightly into a ball. You threw it into a trash can, giving a celebratory fist-pump when it got in. You had always had extremely good accuracy, meaning you almost never missed. It was one of the things that made you such a good basketball player.

"Nice shot!" Peter said, making you spin around

"Calm down, Flakey Pete" You teased, making him go bright red and scratch the back of his neck nervously

"I-i deserve that" He awkwardly said, kicking a stone in a sombre mood.

"No, you don't, Pete! That was a joke, who made you think about 'deserving' that" You asked, sitting down on a bench, as he sat down beside you

"Liz made me think. I ditched the Decathlon, and Homecoming. I told myself that my friends-or girlfriend, as she was, come first. But I-I ditched you back there, and I'm sorry" He apologised, but you smiled

"It's fine. I'm not worried about it, I'm just happy that I'm here with you-I've never used to had a best friend in real life, but now I do." You said, nudging his shoulder playfully. He smiled at you, still looking nervous.

"You're such a good friend to me, Y/n"

"I know"

A few hours later, you left the park. Peter wanted to walk you home, but you friendlily declined. You figured that May would want him home before dark, and his apartment was across town from yours. He had to grab a subway to get to and from school, as he had revealed, and you didn't want him riding the subway too late at night.

You had gotten home to a full house, which felt nice to say once again. Now your dad didn't have a job, he was home, searching through newspapers to find something with the same prestige as his old job.

By full house, you of course meant you and your dad, who was slumped into an armchair, watching the new headline story of the news. "Spiderman catches a winged menace red handed!". He muttered so fast in Russian that even you could barely understand what he was saying.

You sat on the sofa, which was slightly bigger than your old one, as he had only brought the armchair over-the sofa was going to be thrown out if you hadn't moved, anyway.

"How do you feel?" He asked, out of the blue, making you feel slight uneasy. You loved your dad, but sometimes he was very self-involved.

"Okay"

"What about-" You cut him off, not wanting to go into that conversation again.

"Everything's fine, dad. I promise. I might go hang out with Peter and his friend, Ned tomorrow." You I from him, and he nods, turning his focus to the T.V.

You were grateful that Peter had invited you to their Star Wars day. You could feel that it was special to him, and you were honoured that he would let you crash it. You were a tiny Star Wars geek, and had seen all the movies at least 5 times each.

He'd told you that Ned had a new Star Wars set that was extremely rare, and it cost quite a lot. Needless to say, you were so exited.

Dad had walked away, turning the T.V off with no consideration to the fact you were eagerly watching the story about a cute blind dog. You sighed, and heaved yourself up off the couch. You couldn't see your dad, so you guessed that he had turned in for the night, seeing that it was 8:00pm and you were both heavily jet lagged, even though you had tried a Lush product that was supposed to help with Jet Lag. Granted, it worked for a while, but not for a long period of time. Your room looked dark and empty, a small bed in one corner of the room, with the window in the other, being the only source of light.

The light had blown in the ceiling light, and you still hadn't unpacked your stuff, so your lamp was still in the boxes somewhere.

You sent Peter a text, telling him that you could go to his Star Wars day, but might be a bit late because of your messed up body clock. The text also helped him know that you got home safe, knowing that there are a lot of dangers in New York that you weren't prepared for.

As of now, Peter Parker was in his room, trying to hurriedly explain to May why he had the Spiderman suit on. She was practically hyperventilating staring at her nephew, who was standing in his boxers, equally dying inside. He'd been so careful up until that point, but the jigsaw pieces were coming together in May's mind, and there was no way he could fix it. If she knew, she was at risk, but it meant he could stop all the lies-all the bullshit that she had to listen to. He didn't want to be the kid who lied to the only family he had left, but what choices did he have.

"May! May-it's not what it looks like!" Peter stumbled out, his words being lost in translation to May.

"What does it look like, Peter! You're spiderman! That's why you sneak out every night? To get yourself killed?!" She was apoplectic at the moment, and Peter had never seen her bear so many emotions. She was scared, confused, upset and angry all in one go. When she freaked out, Peter freaked out, and now they were both in a state

"May-may!" Peter said, trying to get May to stop pacing around and biting her nails.

"I don't want someone else's Uncle Ben to die. If I risk my life for the little guy, someone lives. Because I'm helping the little guys while people like the Avengers help the big guys." Peter said, seeing Mays eyes soften, as she pulled him into a hug, feeling the faint scent of Uncle Bens cologne on Peters neck.

"You act just like him. You smell like him too. The cologne was for homecoming, Peter" She said, holding him by his shoulders as she brushed a curl out of his face,

"I know. It just feels like I'm closer to him when I wear it." Peter shyly confessed, hugging his Aunt once more.

There they stood, in the doorframe of Peters room, hugging each other tight, safely together as the perfect Aunt-Nephew duo.