Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

27-Pale

(Authors Note: This timeline is a bit f*cked, and I'm sorry for that. Team Cap are in jail for the period of homecoming, and then escape in this book. Sorry for any confusion!)

Tony tried to talk to you after that, but you shut yourself away. You figured he'd go away if you stopped talking, and he did. You heard him leave the bars of the cell. Another man, who hadn't been there the first couple hours of your stay. He was referred to as Sam by the others.

"Tony! She's just a kid!" Clint whispered harshly, pointing to where you were curled up and shaking in a ball.

"She's a convicted criminal." He coldly said. He, once apon a time, liked you, and thought you and Peter would be a really good duo.

He left the prison. Clint was muttering about him having no trial either, as the black haired man responded saying how much of a breach in human rights it was.

"Kid?" One of the men asked. You didn't respond. If you didn't do anything, you could amost go into a fictional universe where Peter and you were normal kids, and didn't have to worry about human rights or being framed as a terrorist. You imagined him holding you, and waking up next to him after a sleepover, dashing to the kitchen where Aunt May tried to make an "english" breakfast because she still believed after a month you were homesick. If you held yourself in your straight jacket tight enough, you could feel Peters hands against your waist as Aunt May smiled in the background. You remembered the way that your hands would press against his chest for comfort, smiling and burying your face into your hair.

"Your name's Y/n, right?" One of them asked, and you still said nothing

"Y/n, he's gone, talk to us" Another asked, and you sighed, not bothering to even lift up your head.

"I hurt Peter"  You said, before lowering your head and crying softly more.

Peter cracked his knuckles loudly, rubbing his face in his hands. He was nervous, he knew that you would never blow up places that were important for the two of you. His hands were shaking and his palms were sweaty as hell. He was so nervous for you, and for what would happen to you. He was wrapped up in a blanket by May, who was worried for you as well. She was shook up, seriously concerned for your wellbeing.

A ton of her worry was directed towards Peter, who had grown quiet and more introverted than usual. The only time he'd leave the house (considering they were on a 2 week break from School) was to go to Mr Penney's shop, and make sure he was ok, as well as his usual Spiderman duties. Mr . Penney always was fine, and he cheered Peter up until the question came up. Every day Mr. Penney would ask

"Where's Y/n, son?" and Peter would grow quiet every time, remembering you as he responded

"She's still away. She'll be back soon". It killed him, having to lie. Ned and MJ had both came round for a movie day, and he was inclined to tell them where you really were. Ned was shocked, MJ was ranting about the obvious violation in the Criminal Justice System, and all the way through; Peter stayed quiet. He'd lost his second best friend, and it hurt like hell. Mr. Stark had also come round, trying to get the kid to be more himself

It had gotten to the point for both of you where Stark realised one visit would be best.

"Kid, pack a bag." He announced as he walked into the teenagers room unannounced. Peter was sat on your bed, scrolling through pictures of him and you. He had even gone so far as to find your first conversation on Tumblr.

"Why?" Peter questioned, packing a small bag while he waited for an explanation.

"Y/n's in a bad place, and so are you. You two are going to talk for five-ish minutes and then we're going back" He bluntly said, obviously not caring about you as much as he did.

"Five minutes! Mr. Stark, please! A few more minutes!" Peter begged, wishing for more time. Tony shook his head sadly.

"You won't want more than five minutes, Peter"

Peter was in the helicopter with Mr. Stark, waiting for some kind of prison to appear. It never did, and the helicopter began to fly overseas. Peter had only been abroad once, to go to Germany, so he was gripping the seat, waiting for something bad to happen. The wonder he felt when a whole prison complex appeared from underneath the sea almost swept his fear and dread away, but as soon as they landed, the feeling returned with full force. He remembered he'd have to exit the flying deathtrap.

"Kid, you ok? You're going a little...pale" Tony said as the doors open.

"Y-yeah. I just-have you ever seen that really old film? Final Destination?" Peter asked, his anxiousness about seeing Y/n on top of the gruesome death he could face at the hands of the blades of the helicopter getting the best of him.

"When one of the characters gets sliced in half by the helicopter? That's highly unlikely to happen to us" Tony said, and with his reasoning Peter clambered down from the helicopter to stand beside Mr Stark. He didn't see a single security guard as they walked down the bland corridors. All Peter could hear was his thoughts running wild, and his feet making audible noises on the floor. His tattered second-hand sneakers didn't fit in with the black stone floor that looked so industrial.

There was a door that was bolted in every way-dangerous people were kept in there, his mind seemed to work out. It wasn't that hard to decipher; the door was built to withstand a missile. He walked to the door, running a hand over it.

"You're sure she's in here?" Peter nervously asked, turning around to face his mentor

"Positive, why?" Tony asked, and Peter looked back at the door, gulping down air.

"No reason" He answered. Tony moved to open the door, typing in the code. The door started to go up, shrinking into the doorframe. It was, as Peter thought, extremely like Star Wars. As the door opened, Peter's anxieties seemed to grow. He couldn't wait to see you again, but he was afraid of how different you would be.

Tony had said you were both in a bad way, but were you worse than him? Probably, he thought. He wasn't the one who had been charged with a conviction he didn't do.

The door was fully open, and Peter waited for Tony to step through. Clint and Scott were visible when he walked through the door, and Sam was just around the corner. His mouth hung open, looking around at the miserable superhero's whom he had once fought. Clint had stood up when he saw a kid walk through the doors, and so did Scott. Curiosity got the best of both of them.

"Stark! What a pleasure, as freaking always." Clint sarcastically said, slamming his fists against the bars. Tony just walked past him with a blank stare. Scott looked weirdly broken-for being the only one that had been in prison before.

"Stark, seriously. It's not funny anymore. I just missed my baby girls birthday-I've only been to 3 in her whole life, when are you letting us out?" Scott asked, clutching a picture of a girl no older than six. She was in a ballerinas costume, holding her last birthday's present. She had a balloon in her other hand, and wore a smiley grin.

Yet, Mr Stark still didn't reply. He didn't seem to care that the man in front of him had missed his daughters birthday. It made Peter think twice.

"Y/n? I brought someone to see you" Tony said, an edge of coldness to his voice. Peter saw you in your cell, huddled in a corner facing one of the white walls. You appeared to have a straight jacket on, the same one as he could see on Wanda.

"I don't want to see another psychiatrist, Stark" You had weakly replied. Peter walked closer to the bars, holding them tightly. He didn't know how much he could really trust Mr Stark anymore. He was loyal, but when he looked at the faces of the superhero's around them, he saw their pain. Their eyes once looked like his, with loyalty and pride to be called Avengers. They now were full of despair and sadness, shame to be called criminals.