Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

25-Little Girl

(Authors Note: I changed MCU Flash's personality for the Andrew Garfield Flash's, purely because I want this Flash to be more violent and hostile ect. This Flash will still be played by MCU Flash though.)

"Who can tell me something about the Pharaohs?" Your history teacher asked the bored students, who seemed more interested about the mystery gum underneath their tables than the Pharaohs. Including you, who was sketching your suit on some scrap paper you had picked up from your previous lesson. One boy raised his hand, even though it was slightly reluctant. The teacher called out his name.

"They have an obsession with gold?" The boy joked, and all his friends sniggered along.

"Not quite, but they did seem to have an interest in it. Howard Carter wrote in his report that when he opened Pharaoh Tutankhamun's tomb he saw, and I quote 'gold-everywhere a glint of gold'" The teacher said, and your eyes glanced up. You saw the photos of the golden caverns, and you took a glance at your suit.

The gold on your suit, the gold in your natural e/c eyes when you used your powers; it all seemed to align.

"Not only did they have an interest in gold, they seemed to have some magical blood in them-from what we're told. The Pharaohs had magical traditions..." The teacher spoke about the traditions they had, but you had zoned out once more.

It all made sense. You had the Protector Stone running through your veins, and the magical properties that it possessed.

Pharaoh.

Even the name fit your suit and the character you wished you could make into a hero. You scribbled out the list of names you had been writing underneath the suit you were drawing, and wrote 'Pharaoh' over the top.

You rushed through the halls, trying to find Peter and the others. You wanted to tell them desperately, but first you had to tell MJ, which seemed daunting. You knew why Peter kept it a secret; it seemed as if one person knowing would put that person in more danger.

You eventually found your group sitting in the far corner of the cafeteria, with Flash over there too. You rolled your eyes, walking over to where the bully was. You'd only been at the school for a short period of time, but that time was enough to know that Flash was a dick. You didn't want him to cause a scene today or any other day.

"Leave us alone, Eugene!" You said, casually sliding down next to Peter, putting an arm around his shoulder. Flash looked enraged, but was about to walk away.

"You're not worth it, Y/n. You'll be in jail like your scummy father in no time" Flash taught, and you laughed, chuckling as Peter tensed up against you.

"That's funny Flash. You're using words because you don't want to hit a girl!" You said, standing up to face flash. He seemed scared, but almost immediately regained his control. He smirked, glancing back to his friends. He looked like he was going to swing for you, but before he could, you blocked his swing.

He looked furious, but you showed no fear at all. You decided to not kick his ass, and you let go of his hand, walking to sit back down.

"She's just a little girl" Flash laughed to his friends, who all laughed along. You were enraged at this point; could just a little girl disarm him with one motion? Was just a little girl an Infinity Stone? You smiled sweetly before sideswiping his feet. He fell to the floor, and you stifled your laugh. You slid back into your seat, smiling up at the angry boy in front of you.

You left it there, watching Flash get up from the floor and retreat back to his table. You looked at Ned, who was staring at you in awe, as well as MJ.

"That moves us on to topic number two!" You smiled at the trio.

You told them everything, from how you got your powers to the whole Infinity Stone problem. It was something unfamiliar to you, which didn't necessarily scare you, but it did bring some uncomfortableness.

You had finished your story, and Ned still had his mouth hung open. MJ sat with a slightly impressed expression, as if she already knew.

"I knew there was something odd about you, freak!" Michelle teased, and you smiled, squeezing her hand from across the table, which she accepted. Peter looked at you, smiling.

"Should I tell MJ?" Peter asked, and you nodded

"That you're Spiderman? Yeah I know, dude" MJ laughed, looking back into her book.

"What? How?" Peter asks, his voice getting higher

"You sound just like him, you're the same height-and he was also at Washington. I'm a complete genius!" Michelle sarcastically asked again. Peter looked in shock, and you were laughing maniacally as well.

"That's so true though" You laughed again. For the first time in your life, you could barely feel the pain of peoples suffering. You remembered that you hadn't announced your name to your friends yet.

"Oh! I found my superhero name!" You exclaimed, causing Ned to squeal.

"Did you-" Ned started, and you rolled his eyes

"No, Ned. I didn't call myself Mind Melder!" You said, and Ned sighed in disappointment, retracting back into his seat.

"Then what?" Peter asked excitedly, and MJ drummed on the table for emphasis. You giggled, blushing slightly at the attention as Ned and Peter joined in. The drumroll finished, and you began to announce your name.

"Pharaoh!" You said, jazz hands and all.

It had come to the end of the day, and Peter was no where to be found. You, of course, went to Mr Penney's shop with Ned, who told you Peter was out doing Spiderman things. You nodded, before excusing yourself and telling Ned where you were going.

"I need to go be Pharaoh, Ned" You whispered, trying to be as blunt as you could in a silent shop. He nodded, before ushering you away. You thanked him a million times before you sprinted into an alleyway to change.

Of course, you were smarter than Peter and left your backpack in a memorable but hidden place. Your clothes were all stored in the backpack, and you were ready to go.

With two bicycle thefts and one petty theft stopped, you were beginning to get into the swing of things. You hadn't seen Spiderman yet; you'd thought that your paths would cross eventually. If you knew him, he would've been called in by Iron Man to do some work. You had your legs dangling over a building, when you saw Mr Penney's. The old man was still smiling, even when there were no customers in the room to smile at.

A customer walked in, and Mr Penney engaged in a small conversation with the woman, who looked distressed. Your eyes slipped away from the two as you saw the source of her upset.

A round blinking object right in front of the store. Just like at Peters parents house, and your old apartment.

You sprung into action, knowing well that you couldn't get there in time. Your heart pounded as you flailed your hands, trying to get the bomb to move as you stood on a building so far away. From what you could tell, it was floating up, scaring the lady and poor Mr Penney in the shop. You focused as your heart screamed in terror, ready to embrace the pain of loss and guilt like an old friend. You cast the object high into the night, but just low enough so no planes could crash into it.

As you tried to move it into a more suitable position, it exploded into little shards. You didn't realise that the effect would be so dangerous to the unsuspecting people walking below. There were hues of red and oranges mixed with yellow, and they all came in different shades and heats as the debris fell down, threatening danger to the people you were protecting.

You stopped the shards in their tracks, feeling the tiredness wrap your body as you tried to tackle the bits of glass and rubble from falling. It worked, and you brought it all closer to you. You sighed in relief, glad that the people were safe.

You laid down on the building, surrounded by pieces of bomb, and fell asleep.