Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

21-Snakes And Ladders

Ned had left after dinner, his Mum had called and asked for him to babysit his younger sister. It was just you, Peter and Aunt May.

Aunt May had decided that you guys should have a family board game day, and you were touched. Not only had she gone through the effort of digging out board games she used to play with Ben and Peter, but she had called you family. Sure, you knew what it was like to have a family-but not one that didn't pride themselves on how many kill streaks they had. As you sat around the table, rolling a dice and threatening to flip the table because Peter was cheating, you felt truly happy.

"I didn't cheat!" You protested, knowing deep down that you did.

"C'mon, Y/n! It's Snakes and Ladders! Not 'My Best Friend Is A Filthy Liar!" Peter joked, before you rolled your eyes.

"I may have tampered with the dice-"

"Shame!" May started chanting, making an obscure reference to 'Game Of Thrones'.

"Peter cheated first!" You yell, making Peter push you off the chair you were on. You luckily didn't fall, but you were quite close to the ground. You used your powers to get yourself back up, and pushed Peter. May was looking at how happy the two of you were, smiling and practically flirting-even though the two of you couldn't see it.

"It's like I'm in a house with 6 year olds! Pete, you roll" May groaned after her turn.

"Pete the cheat" You whispered, and Peter tickled you from his side of the table. You were crying with laughter, almost on the verge of tears as he refused to give up his attack.

"What did you call me, Y/n?" He laughed, as you finally sat up

"I can't be bothered, roll!" You sighed, bringing yourself back to the game. Peter rolled, this time both of you not cheating.

After all the games, May decided in having an 'early night'. Of course, you had played six games of 'Snakes and Ladders', Peter or you begging for a rematch each time the game finished. So when May had a so-called 'early night', she meant going to bed at midnight and being completely sarcastic. You had completely forgotten about going to school, and it didn't bother you until you thought about it. People knew that it was your dad who came to the school, and people knowing meant bullies doing a 'righteous' act and beating you up. You knew you could probably take all of them down, but you didn't want to draw more attention to yourself. Your dad had done that already.

"Peter?" You asked. That quick phrase had become quite common in the last week.

"Yep?" He replied from the bottom bunk, looking up and seeing where exactly you were lying.

"Will I get beaten up tomorrow?" You asked. You weren't afraid of some hormonal teenagers, in all the time you had been the Shadow, you'd been hurt worse, but you were afraid of being judged.

"My honest opinion or the opinion that'll make you want to go to school?" Peter asked.

"I'm going to take that as a yes, then" You sighed, suddenly dreading the next day. Peter hummed a yes in response, and you rolled over on the top bunk, trying to fall asleep. You could hear Peter's faint breathing, it was gradually slowing which meant he had sunk into some form of sleep. You tried to keep the tossing and turning to a minimum, so aware of Peter on the bed below you. You knew the bed you were lying in wasn't state of the art, so whenever you moved it was bound to make a noise. You braved it and repositioned, wrapping the duvet around you, hoping to fall asleep.

The comments you heard walking into school were crude. Peter was by your side, but Ned was waiting for you at the lockers, as that's what you three always did. Now you lived with Peter you always walked with him, which was a lot more comforting and sociable, but it did mean you had to take a train every day. You needed a job, in reality. You needed to stop being dependant on your savings and Aunt May.

"Is that Y/n? Didn't her dad just go in for a trial?"

"I heard that she tried to help her dad"

"She's a psycho!"

"Her dad almost shot straight at me!"

"She'll snap next"

You'd been through interrogations and meaningless beatings, but being called exactly what you weren't was scary. To be honest, you had completely forgotten about your dads trial, and you wanted to forget. There was no way he was getting out of what he did. You had accepted that the letter he had sent you was possibly the last one he would send to you. The glares you were getting in the corridors were of pure hatred.

"Hey! Quit starin'. It was her dad, not her!" Michelle piped up. She gave you a massive hug, which rarely ever happened
"I know what it feels like" she said, and you looked up at her "my dad went into prison about five years ago ago. He was caught stealing from a bank, but he's getting out soon-he made a plea deal. Worst part? Mom caught him-she's a cop." Michelle said, and you hugged her.

Her telling you her story made you feel somewhat better.

"Thanks, MJ." You smiled, and MJ shrugged, patting you on the back before going to her lesson. Ned was at his locker, and so was Peter. After taking some books out of your locker, you headed over to them.

That was, until, a girl pushed you over. It had happened before in your old school, in Russia and in London, but you had never expected it to follow you.

"Your dad almost shot me! You should be in jail!" She practically yelled at you. You showed no flinching, but got up and gathered your books and bag.

"I am not my father" You said, pushing past the crowd towards your friends. You smiled sadly at them.

"They've called everyone into the sports hall" Peter said to you as Ned nodded, quickly asking if you were ok. You smiled and nodded before responding to Peter.

"Wait, really?" You said, quickly brushing some hallway dirt off of your hands.

"I think it's about your dad, Y/n" Peter asked, holding your arm supportively and kindly. You nodded, letting know that you had heard. You never got nervous, but to hear someone else talk about your dad in a negative light would be hard. Then again, you couldn't care less about him-after the whole 'hey daughter, I'm going to push you off a building, m'kay?' Incident.

Your English teacher led you down into the hall, along with the other students. To your face, no one was any different, except from the sympathetic looks people sometimes spared you in between the hatred. You all filed in, sitting on some cheap wooden benches. There was an old projector above your heads, which looked like it was about to fall apart as soon as it was touched. You actually managed to find an object that represented you emotionally. There was an interactive whiteboard up the front of the hall, and the teachers tried to calm the whole school down. It worked; as soon as the Principle walked in everyone shut up.

"Good Morning. As of yesterday, the school was attacked by a man who was known to the school." He wasn't looking directly at you, but the eyes of 1,000 students burned every way into you. Peter gave you a comforting glance, and so did Ned. You tried to assure them that you were ok, but you were crumbling inside. It hurt to know the whole school hated you.

"To ensure this won't happen again-additional safety checks will be going on around the school, as well as random checks in the corridor" The principal said, and multiple groans were audible. Flash even threw a rubber at your head, making you wince slightly. For an ex assassin, rubber seemed to hurt when you couldn't send it back to whoever threw it.

"There is one more reason why you're here-the man who attempted to end our students lives is on trial today-and we've given you guys a free period because we feel you guys should learn the consequences"

That's when your blood ran cold, and you froze in your seat. Surely they had knowledge that that man was, in fact, your father? Were they that cruel? You were positive that this never happened for Liz Allen, so why was it different for you?