Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

11-Sad Stabbing Endings

You decided to forget about studying and walk home. You were in the middle of sending an angry text to Peter, right before you heard his voice.

"Little help here please? I'm stuck!" The voice, Peter's voice, called out. You rushed to the building, where he was placed in a small hole in the building. You grabbed a brick that was already loose, and started to pull him out.

"Peter? Oh my god, what the hell were you doing in there-" You stopped dead in his tracks, and so did you.

Spiderman didn't have his mask on.

And it was Peter. No words came out of your mouth, you just opened and closed it like a trout.

"H-hey, Y/n" He stuttered, feeling so anxious and stressed about the events about to occur. He could feel it in his gut, you were either about to blow up at him, or run away.

"So, this is where you where when I asked for help on my chemistry?" You said, trying to keep your cool as Peter nodded silently, looking down at the floor.
"You were saving people, and I've been such a dick about it-Peter, I'm sorry" You said, guilt rushing over your body.

"Why are you sorry?" Peter asked, confused.

"I should of just let you do this stuff without being so weird about it, asking Ned if you were ok. Oh god, does Ned know?" You asked, rambling slightly.

"Yeah-yeah he knows. And you were just being a good friend, chill out" He said, trying to calm you down.

"My internet friend is Spiderman. Holy shi-"

"I know, I know but you can't tell anyone else. If you get killed or captured I don't know what I'd do with myself." Peter said, taking your hands and staring at you.

"I won't. My only two friends are you and Ned, remember?" You smiled, hugging him. It took a while for him to hug back, but he did eventually.

"What's that?" You said, looking down at the sharp object, poking your leg.

"What the-Peter, you're hurt!" You exclaimed, looking down at the arrow poking into him.

"Its fine, see? I can barely feel it" He said, limping around in an attempt to show you he was fine. He was not fine at all.

"C'mon, my house is only a few blocks away now, you can go through the fire escape." You said, taking his mask out of his hand and sliding it down his face, before putting an arm around his waist, making him lean on you. The walk was supposed to be short, but Spiderparker had to keep stopping because of the pain in his leg. You got home, walking through the lobby and leaving Peter to climb up the fire escape. You had greeted your dad, who was home and watching the news, before running into your room and trying to quickly tidy it, throwing clothes, pens, books into a small hiding hole so it looked semi-presentable.

You heard a knock on the window, going to unlock the hatch and help Peter in. Once he was inside, he took off his mask, revealing once more his bruised and slightly cut face.

"So, these were no thugs that did this, because one had a bow and arrow, so what happened?" You curiously tilted your head to the side, still trying to comprehend what had happened.

"Ah-this guy in a mask attacked me when I was about to finish my rounds-"

"You do rounds. Spiderman sounds like he's delivering newspapers!" You giggled, falling about laughing.

"Do you want to tell the story?" He smiled, almost trying to be angry, but he couldn't.

"Go on, Spiderboy"

"Spiderman"

"That's what I said" You smirked at him, while he groaned in frustration

"You're so annoying" He said, hitting you with a pillow

"Hey! You're the one who hasn't told his story!" You teased, hitting him back with another pillow.

"Ok, Y/n. So this guy tackles me from behind-"

"Kinky"

"Y/n!" He whined, hitting you once more with a pillow, and you fall to the ground dying of laughter.

"Sorry, sorry. Last time, promise!" You said, and he rolled his eyes, chuckling at how childish you were, as you two sat on your bed, trying to be quiet so your dad wouldn't know Peter was there.

"And he starts to wrestle me, but I flip him over, and then-I'm in a net being thrashed around. This guy had no abilities, either! He was just a 7 foot beast!" Peter exaggerated

"Jesus, Peter. You have to be careful!" You scolded, genuinely concerned for your friend.

"I know that!" He said

"So how did you end up in a whole in a building?" You said, readjusting yourself so you were crossing your legs.

"I think he knocked me into a wall? I'm not sure, my memory of it is fuzzy" He says, putting his head in his hands.

"Right, well, we're kind of stuck here, because you have an arrow sticking into you" You said, trying to remain calm.

Peter looked back down to his leg, feeling dizzy at the sight.

"Hey, I've got some tracksuit bottoms that you might be able to fit into of you want to take off the suit, I'll try and find a shirt that you can wear. Just so I can get to that arrow easily" You smiled at him as he lay on the bed as you chucked him the pants and a spare T-Shirt that was oversized. You sighed at him once more, trying to find some bandages in the newly stocked safe space in the kitchen.

This is not how you imagined that night going-trying to pull an arrow out of your best friend while he looked in with mild panic on his face. The mix of his unsteady breathing and the comments of 'I'm gonna die!' and 'Y/n, that hurts', was enough to drive anyone mental. You managed to take the arrow out, with full awareness that it should have stayed in there so the blood could clot. You had read too many fan fictions with sad stabbing endings to know about what to do. In the moment, though, Peter was begging you to remove it, so you followed orders. You managed to stop the bleeding and press down with an antiseptic wipe on the wound without Peter complaining too much.

The arrow head was bloodied, and it made you cringe to think of where it had been, but you washed it off, having a feeling that something wasn't as it seemed. You washed off the blood, starting to see patterns and symbols.
The arrow head had a bear carved into it, encased with golden circles. It shocked you to see the symbols there, on that. You knew the attacker either was who you thought it was, or had close ties to him. You made your way back from your en-suite bathroom holding the arrow.

"You're not actually keeping that, are you?" Peter joked, but upon seeing your pale face, he became more concerned. You had bandaged his leg up, but had told him strictly to not do any exercise, including swinging back home. He had texted May saying you and him were having a sleep over, considering it was Friday. So he made room for you on your small single bed, and you sat on the edge with a straight back, and great posture for someone who had been told grim news.

"Y/n?" He asked, worriedly

"Yeah? Um-I...I know who did it." You breathlessly said, not facing him. Peter readjusted himself on the bed, shifting to be on his side. He tapped your arm, leaving it to linger slightly before stroking it up and down soothingly. You let out a shaky sigh, showing the arrow head to Peter.

"It's just a bear in a golden circle" Peter cocked his head to the side, confused as to why this has caused such a big fuss.

"No, Peter. This is bad, really bad!" You cried out, burying your head in your hands, tugging at your hair.

"Y/n, we can get through it, what is it?" He asked, holding your arm supportively as you turned to see his worried face.

"My dads best mate owns a company-hires and sells assassins. It's dodgy, but it's Russia's own. That's their symbol Peter, it means you've been marked for assassination"