Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

16-I'm Scared

(A/N: R.I.P Stan Lee, forever my irl superhero.)

You ran home, sure that Peter was following you. You had managed to free the mask from the mans head-you weren't expecting your fathers face to reveal itself. 

To cut the wound deeper, he had said your childhood pet name, and then pushed you, his own daughter, off a building.

And to top it all off, you had revealed your powers to two people; Peter and Tony Stark.
This must've been what Stark meant when he said you were on his radar. He somehow knew about your past, tracked down your new address to give you a dress/suit? That couldn't be the only reason he was there.

Peter was more scared of where you had disappeared to. He and searched the vicinity with Mr. Stark, but you weren't around the building. Peter broadened the search, going to your house. There he saw you, curled up on your bed, crying your eyes out. Peter went to touch you, but something was stopping him.

You had used your powers once more to create a force field around yourself, stopping Peter from comforting you. He instead sat on the edge of your bed, playing with his fingers.

"He's been taken into custody. Mr. Stark says social services will be here soon. I can't let them take you away from me and Ned. And MJ. You could come stay with me for a bit-sleepovers every night?" Peter said, noticing that your cries had died down, and the shield you had put around yourself weakened.

"I'm scared, Peter." You whispered.

"We all get scared, Y/n. You'd be an idiot if you weren't scared" He coaxed you, as you relaxed your shoulders and let the shield drop completely. Peter laid down next to you, so your faces were in view of each other's."When I got bit, I remember the fear, the pain, all the suffering I had to go through. It wasn't easy-it still isn't. But I save people, day in, day out. That's why I keep going; so people live. Let me help you, Y/n" Peter said, stroking your arm comfortingly.

"When I was born my mother died suddenly. She dropped dead after having me. When our days of grieving were over, we moved. We went to Africa for five years, but moved back to Russia after. We were in a mansion with other people-and we trained. We were treated like slaves. I killed a man on my fist mission, Peter. While you save lives, I was made to destroy them. I'm a Kravinoff, we kill so other people don't have to." You hoarsely said, looking Peter in the eyes.

"No you're not. You're Y/n. You're my best friend , and nothing, bloodline or father, could ever change that. Just think, you're not just a Kravinoff, you're Y/n Kravinoff-that means so much more." Peter said, engulfing you in a tight hug as your cried more into his suit.

Tony Stark had watched the last moments of the conversation, realising how deeply Peter cared about the girl. Tony made his presence known by coughing, causing the pair to spring apart.

Tony felt a bit guilty for interrupting, but only slightly. Y/n coughed, awkwardly wiping her eyes and staying up from the bed, whereas Peter leant his head on the bed, relaxing in comfort.

"You're T.S, I presume?"

"Yeah, you presumed right." Tony said, his lips upturned in a knowing smile.

"You sent the dress to butter me up, I'm guessing; so I'd do something for you." You said, being good with presumptions

"You're on fire today, but no. I was cashing in a favour for an old friend." Tony vaguely said, before staring to walk out of the door.

"You kids coming or not?"

"To where?" You asked curiously.

"Avengers compound. For a bit, at least. Your prom was crashed by a psycho with a death wish-"