Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

22-I'm Here

The interactive whiteboard flickered on, and you could hear the old projector trying desperately to do its given job. The screen went to an interviewer; a woman around her thirties with bleached blonde hair and pink lipstick, wearing a blue pantsuit.

"The horrific scene happened here, at Midtown Tech and Science. An armed man stormed into the Summer Formal, and produced a gun from his coat. Luckily, no one was harmed-thanks to Spiderman, who swung in at the nick of time to catch the criminal!" The lady said, and you already hated her. It was her job to report and use emotive language, but you just didn't like who she was reporting on.

Peter gave you a small look, hoping you were ok. He saw your e/c eyes transfixed on the screen, biting your bottom lip in worry. He saw how tired you looked, and then he saw the group of kids around you making comments. He sighed before telling Ned about what was going on. Ned looked at the group disapprovingly, before looking to the screen once again.
You saw the camera go to the court room, after the lady had informed her audience that the hearing would go on for an hour. You saw people getting exited about the very thought of missing a lesson, but your stomach was filled with dread. Your heart was going at an unnatural pace, your palms were sweating and your brain was fried.

Until you saw your father walk into the courtroom.

He was dressed in all orange, a number on the front of his jumpsuit. He was handcuffed, and for the first time in 15 years, you could see a slight bit of noticeable fear.

"Kraven Maxima Kravinoff?" The judge announced

"Yes, sir, that's me". Your dad announced. It was the first time he had addressed anyone as 'sir'-except from back in Russia.

"Mr Kravinoff-you do realise your plan was to kill a group of children?" The judge asked

"Not the group. Just two." He corrected, and the whole school, and courtroom seemed to edge further to the edge of their seat.

"Can you state why you had gone after the pupils?"

"One was my daughter, Y/n Kravinoff." The whole school turned to you in shock. Most felt bad-the main reason he was there was to kill you. They mentally took back every comment as you sat shaking. It was an agonising rip through your heart, as if he had just grabbed it and proceeded to drive his car into it. Or the train he took to 'job hunt' each day. The word that concerned you the most was the past tense; were you no longer his daughter? He seemed to have proclaimed so live in the courtroom.

"And the other?" The judge probed, and the camera span round to look at his face. You noticed his face tattoos, one of which was a diamond, for your mother, and a gold bar-for you. Your dad had always known about your powers, and you thought that might have been the only reason he kept you around.

"The other was Spiderman"

The school went into upheaval, practically scanning the hall for anyone who could be Spiderman. It went from the nerds, to the jocks, to the wallflowers-anyone who was breathing in a five mile radius was included.

"We've been told that you kept a diary on your phone, detailing your obsession with Spiderman?" The judge said, and you gasped. The only reason you had turned up in Queens was because of Spiderman. Not because he cared about you meeting Peter-but because he wanted to meet Peter too; but his alter ego.

"Yes, sir. It's not an obsession, sir." You dad corrected the man

"Then define what this is to the jury" The judge said, showing papers upon papers of diary entries. You had a hand clamped to your mouth, the other curled into a tight fist, which made your fingernails dig in to your skin.

"Revenge." Your dad grimaced, making you feel ill.

"To our knowledge, Spiderman has done nothing to you, he even saved your daughter that night you attempted to kill her"

"Spiderman is the reason for my failures, sir. I wanted revenge"

"So you used your own flesh and blood as bait?" The judge asked, more disgusted than you. You stood up from your seat, running out of the hall and collapsing outside. Ned and Peter had ran after you, not hearing what the man in the screen had to say.

"Technically..." you heard his voice crackle out, before it faded slightly, the teachers were pausing the video before turning the sound down so you couldn't hear it any longer. You sat crying as Peter held you close to his chest, and Ned looked around, wondering if he should break the closest you and Peter had ever been. He decided it was best not to, and disappeared back inside to give you and him some space, while telling a concerned MJ that you were fine, and being taken care of by Peter.

"He-he!" You tried to string sentences together, but words were failing you altogether.

"I know. I-I know" Peter whispered into the top of your head. The truth was, he didn't know. Sure, when his parents died, and when Uncle Ben died, he felt the same screaming agony as you did, desperately trying to cling on to every good memory as they dissipated around him. He had never, though, experienced the same rejection as you had been going through. He felt a pit of anger churning inside him, but was still able to keep up his kind and caring persona. You admired Peter for that. You could never stay as calm as he did in dire situations.

"Peter-" you whimpered, never before feeling so vulnerable.

"I'm here, Y/n." He said, kissing the top of your head. You didn't know why you felt the tinge of pink rush through your body, but it happened, and it happened to Peter too.

One of the teachers that you'd recognised from around school came out to check on you.

"Is she alright?" She asked, noticing the closeness between you and Peter. Usually the two of you would've sprung apart, denying any feelings you shared for each other. Now, in the state you were in, you hung closer to Peter, hoping he had enough courage to answer the woman.

"Sh-she had a...a panic attack" Peter stuttered, and the woman nodded, walking back to listen to your father confess to his crimes.

"That's what a panic attack feels like?" You asked, slowly starting to come back to your senses. Peter paused for a moment, delving into his memories of panic attacks; truthfully, he couldn't seem to describe it. He'd only had a few, and some of them probably didn't even qualify as panic attacks.

"Pretty much, yeah" Peter replied, not ready for you to let go yet

"Have you had one?" You asked, looking up to see Peter. His legs were out straight in front of him, and his back was slumped against the hall wall. You were leaning against his stomach, one of his arms draped protectively around your shoulder, the other towards your waist.

"Uh-yeah, once" Peter said, trying to remember the moment it happened. He knew what it felt like, just not when it occurred. After remembering what happened, he confirmed again that he thought he had. After a few minutes you spoke.

"How did you have one?" You asked him.

"I got trapped under a building about a month ago-it wasn't cool" Peter chuckled. Your eyebrow furrowed as you stared at him.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That thing where you laugh at past pain." You reminded him, and he looked off. He watched some birds fighting over a scrap of bread in the courtyard, when all of a sudden it was split in two, and the birds flew off.

"If you take everything seriously, you don't live life to its fullest" Peter said, watching the birds fly high into the sky.

"That's poetic." You said, admiring him.

"I know. I'll charge you for an official Spiderman quote next time." He sarcastically said, and you finally let out a small laugh, pushing you h/c hair out of your eyes.