Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

20-Painful Memories

He told Ned everything. The potential school shooter being your dad, who had again turned away from you and became Kraven The Hunter. He told him about him going to jail, the Avengers compound, and the fire. The only massive detail he left out was the 7th Infinity Stone. He felt as if it was only your place to tell Ned, so he held his tongue. It was that and the fact Mr Stark hadn't told the public about the Infinity Stones.

It's not that he didn't trust Ned, it was just that Ned couldn't keep a secret for his life.

"Dude, so Y/n's a superhero?" Ned asked for clarification, and Peter nodded. Ned's mouth hung open, and Peter smiled. He loved how much Ned cared about his other life, and now he was so engrossed in it.

"So what powers does she have?" Ned excitedly asked

"She can move things with her mind-I dunno what it's called" Peter shrugged, and Ned smiled

"Telekinesis? This is so cool!"

"Dude! She was basically tortured her whole childhood" Peter scolded, and Ned solemnly nodded.

"Um-not cool then...is it weird that I still think it's cool and I would get tortured for it?" Ned asked, and Peter shook his head.

You woke up around dinner time, indicated by the electronic clock Peter had on his desk. You remembered that it was there because it was always in the bottom left corner of your screen when you two FaceTimed. You stared at the clock, which read 6:24. As you came to your senses, you could hear Ned and Peter watching the next Star Wars movie, and reciting the lines off by heart. You swung your feet off the ladder to your bed, before skilfully climbing down. The small bunk beds reminded you of the ones you slept on in Russia. It didn't bring painful memories, though. The sheets had duvets filling them, still fluffy from where you, Peter and Ned had tried to stuff them back into their cases.

The painful memories didn't come, because the sheets smelt different. In Russia you were given sheets with nothingness filling them, and they smelt like disinfectant.

The sheets at Peters house smelt homely, just like whenever you hugged Peter or Ned-or even MJ if she allowed contact.

You felt that homely feeling as you walked into the kitchen, realising that the sweet smell you were savouring was the only meal May could cook amazingly-Pasta Bolognese. You gave her a quick side hug as you walked past her, her pausing cooking to look at you.

"How you feeling, Y/n?" She asked sweetly.

"I'm feeling better thanks, May. How are you?" You politely engaged in conversation, trying to keep your voice low. You decided to mess with the boys, and after your powers were fully recharged, you felt like you could. As Peter went to grab for the popcorn that was placed in the table, you moved it away. The first time, Peter took it as his misjudgement. He looked down at the bowl before taking a big handful of popcorn. You focused on the tiny cluster of sugary popcorn he had in his hand, and made them drop out of his hand, spilling all over his lap.

"Dude! How messy are you?" Ned complained, brushing the small amount of popcorn that had gone onto his lap. You stifled a giggle, but Peter heard it.

"Y/n, quit it!" Peter said, and you came out of your hiding place, wheezing with laughter.

"From now on, Y/n's on my team for pillow fighting!" Ned dibbsed, and Peter groaned even more in frustration.

"Why?"

"I can move things with my mind"

"I can stick to walls"

"I can disarm you using my pinky finger"

"I can stick to your pinky finger"

"I can tell you where her pinky finger is" Ned interrupted, making you let out a laugh and high five him.
"Ned wins!" You say, and Peter shoved you lightly, as well as Ned. Ned got out a life size lightsaber and started jabbing Peter with it.

"Don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and Anime on my side!" You yelled, screaming as you got out the spare lightsabre.

"Y/n! Language!" May complained, and you quickly apologised. Peter was laughing at you because you got into trouble, but with decent swordsmanship you had pointed the lightsaber at him. Peter chuckled, bringing out the lightsaber he had had since he was 6 years old. You smiled at his dorky-ness, before teaming up with Ned. The three of you were in a weird run-and-duck lightsaber battle which travelled across the small apartment, and ended in the bathroom. Peter, being super sensible in this situation, climbed into the shower, before realising he'd trapped himself.

Ned managed to open the door to the shower, as Peter tried to press his whole body weight against the door. As Ned opened the door, you made the final jab, and the drama queen that Peter was decided to flop to the floor, making dying noises as he did.

Peter stayed in character for at least 30 seconds, before you and Ned got bored. Ned poked him with his foot, and you did the same, but multiple times-with the lightsaber in hand. In a matter of seconds Peter had shot up and grabbed Ned, managing to get Ned's lightsaber at the same time.

"I've captured the damsel!" He exclaimed, and Ned elbowed him.

"Peter, I'm the Senator, Y/n can be the damsel" Ned protested.

"Just because I'm a girl? Hell no! I'm Han Solo! Peter can be Leia!" You said, and Peter dropped his guard, meaning Ned wriggled free.

You had moved places again, this time sitting on the floor of Peter's (and yours, but you felt weird calling it yours) room. Ned was lying on the bottom bunk, while you sat cross legged by your suitcase, reading the letter you got from your dad. Peter was sitting on his desk chair, listening intently to every word you were saying, every syllable that left your perfect lips.

"I mean-what's the secret so big that Mr Stark would know?" You ranted, noticing that Peter was nodding along to what you were saying.

"I don't know. We could ask?" Peter said, but Ned shook his head, still staring at the rungs that held the top bunk up.

"No, Y/n's dad said to wait for him to get out, didn't he? We should wait." Ned said, but you sighed.

"He almost committed mass murder-and he has in the past. If they're feeling kind they'll give him 25 years-but he'll probably get life in prison. We're just lucky that they don't have the death penalty in New York."

Peter knew how touchy you were about the subject, so he sat on the floor with you, putting an arm around your shoulder protectively.

"Asking Mr Stark seems like the best option, Y/n. If-if you want to, of course" Peter corrected himself, and you leant into his touch more.

"If he couldn't tell me when we are Father and Daughter, I can wait until we're enemies." You said, and Peter dropped the topic, moving into something lighter. As much as he was trying to get the conversation to flow, as it normally did, both you and Ned were in a reflective mood, so he stopped trying, hugging you tighter instead. Ned joined him, hugging you from both sides. It felt good to have real friends for once. You all sat in silence for a bit, hugging. You refused to let go so quickly, wanting to remember the feeling of comfort and love that you could feel.

"Ned, Peter, Y/n! Dinners ready!" May called, and you had suddenly shrugged both of them off, running to grab a bowl of Mays Spaghetti Bolognese.