Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

23-Scentence

(A/n: I may have completely cocked up the court process, but I don't know how courts work. I went to one when I was 2 but that's a long time ago. So in this universe courts do things differently lmao.)

The two of you had sat outside for almost the whole time, but a teacher had came out and told you to get back in the hall. You didn't really mind; you wanted to see your dad one last time-and see what sentence he got. The teachers allowed you to sit with Peter and Ned, which was nice, because the seats they were in made it easier to spot the details of stress and fear on your fathers face as the judge's gavel slammed down.

"I hereby sentence Kraven Maxima Kravinoff to 25 years to life in jail" The judge ruled, listing off the multiple criminal charges he was faced with. Peter placed a hand on your leg, and you looked up at him. He didn't look at you, but continued to calm you down by rubbing your leg soothingly. You blushed as he sometimes brushed over your hand, his calloused fingers trying their best to soothe you.

Eventually he stopped his movements, settling his hand on top of yours. Where your hands were previously balled up into fists, Peter had managed to weasel his fingers in between yours, holding your hand tentatively and comfortingly.

Ned nudged MJ, causing them both to squeal. It was out of character for MJ, but the author wanted a cute moment with Ned and MJ together, damnit. Now she has to replace that bastard 4th wall again.

Once Ned and MJ were finished planning Peter and yours' wedding, the teachers started to file out of the gym. There was an uncomfortable silence around the room, and for comfort, you released Peters hand and traced over the birthmark on your wrist.

"You need to talk to Mr Stark, Y/n" Ned said, leaving MJ confused.

"Why? What did my dad say when we were gone?" You asked curiously, slightly worried as well.

"A lot, Y/n. Just do what Ned says." MJ ordered, and you nodded. Weirdly, MJ was the only person you actually listened to.

"Fine, but not today. I've had my daily dose of asshole." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Y/n, we're going to be late to second period" Peter said, before grabbing your arm and tugging you off to Spanish. You groaned and protested the whole way, not even wanting to be in school that day. You'd much prefer to be on Peter's couch watching Star Wars with him, fighting over the last morsel of popcorn.

You had walked into Spanish, having to walk away from Peter to the other side of the classroom. The seating plan was awful; it was arranged to be boy to girl, but it was also the fact that the boys next to you on both sides were annoying as hell, and didn't like each other.

At least once every lesson they'd start fighting, and you'd be in the middle, either being dragged into the heated argument to help one side, or being used as a weapon. The prime example of number two was what was happening when you sat down in your seat.

"Even Y/n doesn't think that!" One of the boys, Ben yelled.

"Think what?" You groaned, sitting down.

"Go on, Ben. What were you saying?" The other boy, Will, egged Ben on.

"Uh-Do you think the punishment was too harsh?" Ben asked nervously, and you scoffed.

"He nearly killed me. Sure, he's my dad, and I wanted him to stick by my side, but that doesn't change the fact he tried to kill me-and tons more people. So no, twenty five years to life was fair." You snapped, getting out your Spanish book and writing the title. The two boys were mouthing threats and childish 'I-told-you-so's" behind your back. You rolled your eyes as you saw them do so, and tried to grab Peters attention from across the class, with no prevail.

Spanish, and admittedly the rest of the day, was boring. That was, until, your first 'round'-as he called them, with Spiderman. It consisted of him giving terrible suggestions and you laughing at them. You had some superhero names that you could use, but they all seemed too over the top and clique.

"Bone-Crusher! Mind-mover!" Spiderman yelled out as you dodged some guys punches, after he attempted to steal from a store while possessing a gun. You used your powers to hold him in place before Spidey webbed him up.

"Now you're just making names up from the top of your head" You teased, noticing the man was still struggling in the floor.

The two of you had quite a slow night, as Peter called it. For you, it was quite busy. You came from a town with little to no crime, so the attempted robbery and the pickpocketing was quite reminiscent of back in Russia. You were now up and standing on a building, looking at Peter.

"Fight me?" Spiderman quickly asked, and you turned to him, looking unnerved.

"What? Why?" You asked, dumfounded

"Because I need practice fighting someone else with powers-c'mon Y/n!" He encouraged, bouncing up and down. You nodded, smiling behind your mask, and quickly got Peter on the floor using your powers. He struggled and tried to get up, but it was too difficult. Instead, he extended an arm and shot it at your hand, meaning your powers couldn't function. You let out a squeak in shock, before trying to use the other hand. That one was quickly stuck to your side as well, and you were left having no defence (and offence) to protect you. Peter attached a web to your stomach, tugging you to the floor.

"Ha! Take that, magic girl!" He triumphantly yelled, doing a victory dance. You tried to wriggle your fingers, trying to find energy inside you to fight back. You focused, moving your fingers slowly before using them to swipe Spiderman's feet.

"Y/n!" He whined, and you giggled uncontrollably, still unable to move.

"Get me out of these things, Parker!" You laughed, before he got up and brushed his suit off, sitting on the edge of the building.

"Peter Benjamin Parker I swear to satan-" You started, before an explosion rang out, bursting your eardrums and leaving a painful ringing.

"Another one? How?" Peter asked you. He had seen a small fire being started, before the explosion had even erupted-sometimes you wished you had senses like him. He turned to face you, realising that you could feel their pain.

"We have to go-now!" You quickly said, before getting Peter to unlatch the webs from your sides.

You and Peter stumbled home, with one of your arms draped on his waist. Peter had taken a beating-mainly from the building. He'd had hot ash thrown on his suit, parts of buildings collapse on him when you couldn't make a force field, and had to save three adults from the blaze all at once.

Needless to say, he was in a bad shape.

You however, got out in a better way. Your face was slightly ashy, and your knee had a bad burn on it, but you had managed to deflect the crumbling building away from your body. You were devoid of any energy, and while you two were sluggishly walking to Peter's house, Peter was trying to crack jokes to lighten up your mood.

"Well, I can safely say that was lit" Peter said, trying to get you to laugh.

"Who set that explosion up?" You asked, and Peter gave up, turning serious.

"I don't know-anyone else in your family assassins?" He asked, half spiteful half concerned

"No-I don't have any other family" You snapped back, and Peter looked at you apologetically, realising the hurt he had caused.

"Sorry"

"It's fine" You sighed, pressing the button as you got into the lift. There was a silence in the elevator, a comfortable silence that was peaceful and allowed your heartbeats to slow. Peter was exhausted, and so were you. It was a school night, which made you even more nervous.