Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

28-She Lies

"Y/n, It's me, Peter" Peter said, his voice only barely allowing him to say anything. You turned around, letting Peter see your face. Your hair was matted as it hadn't been brushed in days, and your e/c eyes had bags from where the straight jacket was uncomfortable to sleep in, if you even slept at all.

"Peter?" You whispered, running up to the bars. Peter slid his hands down the bars to meet yours, touching the back of your hands and then holding your wrists loosly. You allowed this simple guesture, smiling for the first time in what felt like months. Sam, Wanda, Scott and Clint all looked at you and the boy in front of the bars. It was the boy you would murmur about in your sleep, and the last word you said to any one before you turned quiet: the prison doctors were about to diagnose you as mute.

"I'm here" Peter softly said, trying to calm you and him down. You looked into his eyes, nodding sadly.

"I'm sorry" You whispered again, and Peter smiled kindly.

"You've done nothing wrong. I-I'm gonna get you out of here," Peter said hopefully, turning to Mr Stark, who was observing the two of you. "Right, Mr Stark?"

"Kid, she's already been scentenced" Tony reminded Peter, who turned round and put his forehead against the bars. You copied his movement, so your forehead's were touching.

"How long is she in here for?" Peter weakly asked, his voice indicating he was loosing hope. You could feel his warm breath as he spoke, the mint gum he had an obsession with making a nice change to the sharp disinfectant smell she was accustomed to.

"They gave her an adult scentence. 25-to-life" Tony said, and Peter became worried. He wanted his best friend by his side for life.

"Peter? Pete, look at me" You said, unliking one of your hands from his to turn his face back to you. He was reluctant, but turned to look into your eyes with worry and concern. You hadn't even realised the metal bonds on your straightjacket had been snapped off by your sheer force. Tony was reaching for the alarm on his wrist, almost daring you to make a move.

"I'll get out of here. Just because my dad's a bad man, doesn't mean I am my father" You said, reaching through the bars to place your hands around Peters neck.

"Y/n. That's what we need to talk about" Stark said, walking towards the door. You backed away from the bars, still blaming Tony for being locked in that hell. Peter wasn't expecting that reaction, and was startled himself.

"What? About my dad? Can I see him?" You asked, eagerly taking a few steps towards Tony.

"No-I...we-need to talk about him. More importantly what he's not. Y/n I-" Tony tried to explain, but guards came in and stopped him from revealing whatever secret he was going to reveal.

"Mr. Stark, Mr. Parker. It's time to go." One said, and you shook your head vigorously

"Tony, please! Please, a few more minutes!" Peter begged, hoping that his mentor would listen to his pleas and allow him to stay for just a few more minutes. Tony was shocked, to say the least; in his half-a-year knowing Peter, he'd never even dared to call him anything other than "Mr. Stark".

"It's not up to him, boy. You have to go." One guard said, as Mr Stark was already out of the door.

"Boy? He's more of a man than all of you!" You exclaimed, looking at Peter in the eyes.

"Y/n calm down. I've got to go. We'll get you out, I promise." Peter said to you, and you smiled.

"Peter, I'm never getting out of here. I'm allowed to write one letter a month for the rest of my life. I'll send one to you and Ned, and MJ. But I'm never leaving here." You laughed through the tears, but Peter was not smiling. He had tears forming in his eyes as he realised how much he cared for you. You cared for him, too, but you had come to the acceptance that you were going to be staying in the confinement under the sea for ages.

"Y/n, I can't leave you now. I-I don't wanna leave you!" Peter said, before having one of the guards took a hold of one of his arm

"Pete, go" You urged him, trying to turn away. He held your hands tight, and you squeezed his hand. You sighed, smiling at him as he stared back into your eyes.

"Sir, you need to go." The guard said, using more force to get him back.

"No, I don't wanna go!" Peter protested, and the guard started to push him backwards, Peter kept repeating 'no' before the guard wrapped his arms around him and dragged him away, Peter still protesting and fighting as he did. Peter could have easily thrown off the guy like he was shaking an ant off of him, but he didn't.  He resisted, sure, but he looked into your heartbroken eyes and saw the worry and pain you were feeling as you watched him being dragged away.

As soon as he was gone, you remained quiet. It had been five minutes, and you were still staring at where Peter had been dragged away from you. As per usual, Clint and Scott were the ones trying to get you to speak, but it was Sam's interruption that had made you speak and string words together into scentences.

"C'mon, girl, you're madly in love with that boy aren't 'cha?" He said, and you looked around for his cell, seeing that he had his arms locked around the bars.

"N-no. I just care about him." You firmly said, and Sam rolled his eyes

"She lies." Wanda spoke in her Sokovian accent; it was the first time you'd heard her speak the whole of your 'stay' at the prison.

"I'm not lying!" You said, your voice growing high pitched

"I can read minds, you know?"

"What am I saying now?" You asked her.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you, you thought, causing Wanda to let out a tiny, almost miniscule laugh. Something didn't feel right, however. The pain you felt of people suffering, while should have been lessened due to almost isolation was more noticeable than all the others you felt every second, almost as if a knife was edging closer to your chest. You were on alert, but tried to enjoy talking to the people teasing you about Peter.

"Okay, Y/n. I know love between friends when I see it-Clint and Nat, Steve and Bucky-well, if that's only a friendship-type love-" Sam said. His point was that you and Peter weren't expressing friendly loving emotions towards each other-but romantic feelings. Sam just wasn't good with keeping on topic, as you had learnt.

"Next time, I'll leave you in a prison, Wilson" A distinguishably new voice said, making you scamper back to a corner in fear. This wasn't the old you, but the imprisoned you was a coward.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing here?" Clint asked, standing up to face the blonde haired-blue eyed man. You stood up, with much difficulty in a straight jacket, to walk to the bars of your confinement.

"I'm sorry, should I leave?" Steve asked, and Clint shook his head.

"Steve, they're going to see you" Sam reminded him, while Scott nodded.

"All their equipment is out for at least a minute from now. Get the hell out or you're staying in here" Steve ordered, and all of you nodded, as he came round to all of the Avengers, before stopping at you.

"That's Y/n. She's coming." Scott said, and Steve nodded, breaking the prison door off of the hinges and undoing your straight jacket. Once you were free, you used your powers to undo Wanda's jacket.

"Kid, if you come with us, you're not going back for a while. Understood?" He asked you, and you nodded, just wanting to get out of that hell-hole.

He had a jet outside waiting for all of you, and after regaining all of your possessions: which included only your suit and sword, you were out and free. You wanted to go back to Queens so badly; just to see Peter. You knew deep down in your heart, though, that that wouldn't be happening for a while.

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Kraven Kravinoff sat in his cell, shuffling a deck of cards. His plan was working, and as he drew the two of hearts, he thought about her. He wondered if the boy was loosing his mind yet, if he had seen you yet, if you hated prison yet.

He took the two of hearts and cut it with his untrimmed fingernails, bending the card until it made a messy rip. He wasn't done there, though.

On one half of the card he wrote one word, and on the other half he wrote another

Y/n

Peter