Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

29-All Over You

They were debating where to go as you stared out the window with a blank gaze. Nothing could bring agony to a girls heart like watching the city you barely knew disappear as a you went into the clouds. The other escapees tried speaking to you, but every time they tried your force field was raised, so they couldn't even touch the air around you.

You were watching the clouds shape and disappear. They were sloping and scaling, the fluffy pillows almost inviting you to jump on them. Eventually, you had found your way into a small room on the jet, and had curled up in the far corner of it. Steve had followed you, but waited outside the room while you settled down by the window and cried.

He walked in and stood a few feet behind you, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you.

"Where are you from?" He asked. You wiped your tears as you stared back at him.

"Russia. Or England. I don't know anymore" You admitted, wiping your tears once more.

"Is it nice in those places?" He asked, crouching down a feet or more closer to you. You nodded.

"Ye-yeah. Well, England is-but I don't remember Russia that much. I only saw Russia when I went out on assassinations."

"Assassinations?"

You grimly nodded, ashamed of your actions as you stared out into the clouds once more.

"I didn't want to. My dad-he was with me too; he said 'One day, tsvetok, we're going to be free again'. I never believed him." You said, sighing as you turned to face the man you barely knew.

"Why not?" He asked, now sitting on the right hand side, using the ship to prop his back up.

"You kill, and kill and kill, It starts to make you loose hope when you look down at someone who had a life, but now doesn't because of you. We escaped once though. We went to Africa when I was 5. We were caught and dragged back to Russia." You said, still staring at Steve, who had let out a sigh. For a Monday, this had to be heavy shit for him.

"So how come SHIELD didn't find you?" He asked again, wanting to find out more about you, if you allowed him  to.

They almost did, but The Golden Circle are sneaky for a reason. I killed for the sake of my life, but when I got my repurcussions and SHIELD or whatever it is now found me, I ended up in a jail. I was starting to become a hero. I knew that was me. If I kill, and kill and kill my body can't take it. I can sense the pain of the people who I hurt, and it literally kills me. Over, and over, until I eventually went crazy."

You were hovering a paper from across the room, letting it drop gracefully before you folded it into a paper aeroplane. You waved your hand, and it started to fly around the room, before you altered its course to go into your hand. You liked using paper with your skills, as it was so light that it took practically no strain on your mind.

"Are you trained in combat?" He asked, and you nodded

"Are you and Bucky basically married? Yes, I know how to punch a guy" You said, lowering your force field and standing up. Steve stood up too, and uncrossed his arm.

"How about we train?" He asked, and you nodded

"No powers?" You asked, and the blonde haired super soldier nodded. The fact you weren't able to use your powers was good-it levelled the playing field and also meant that you weren't exhausted. You quickly found a hairband on the desk, putting your hair back into a pony tail as Steve watched. You nodded, signifying you were ready, and with that, the sparring began.

Peter had been called by Happy. He stared as the bright light messed up his normally 20/20 vision, which had deteriorated due to the tears he had spilt and the nights he would lie awake wondering what you would be doing in that exact moment. It had been one day since he said his goodbyes to you, and Mr Stark had been made to promise his new boss, Thaddeus Ross, that Peter would never come back. They didn't like the scene he had caused, and the upset he had put on you. It made him feel a million times worse, knowing he had been the cause of your upset. It hurt like hell.

He stared at Happy's contact, pondering whether to accept or deny. Happy never called unless it was to apologise or Mr Stark made him. He hadn't done anything in the past week or two that was annoying, so he assumed it was something serious that needed discussing.

"Hey, Happy" Peter said, his upbeat tone being deflated with his morning voice-even though it was two in the afternoon.

"Kid, you gotta come on" Happy said, with panicked voices in the background yelling out alias'.

"What's going on?" He asked, hearing the frantic and auditable sound of a keyboard followed by mouse clicks.

"Y/n," He said, and Peter's throat went dry. Even your name brought a sour taste to his mouth. "she's gone." He finished, and Peter had to hide his excitement. You were free! Somehow you had escaped, and you were no longer locked up for a crime you didn't do. Peter let out a small gasp of relief, but covered it up as shock.

"Wha-what? How?" He asked, so eager to try and find you.

"We don't know. Boss is working on it, but all the footage of them escaping was either deleted or never there in the first place." Happy explained, as Peter sat upright from the top bunk-your bunk, and rubbed his face. His rush of adrenaline from hearing your name and what had happened was starting to fade away.

"How did she get out of her-her cell?" He asked, more impressed than anything.

"Peter, she didn't do this alone. All the ex-Avengers are gone, and we think Cap is behind it." Happy said, his typically morose voice not giving any type of hint into what he was truly feeling.

"Captain America broke my best friend out of prison?! That's awesome!" Peter geeked out, not caring that Happy was on the other end of the call, rolling his eyes. The small amount of joy he felt that you were in safe hands and protected by the Avengers helped give him his small burst of joy.

"Yeah, yeah. Sunshine and rainbows-can you help us track down these criminals now or what?" Happy asked, emphasising 'criminals' to try to get Peter to understand that no matter how much he cared for you-your name was tarnished.

"Um...I'm going through a tunnel-" Peter said, grabbing a piece of paper and crumpling it by the phones microphone. He could hear Happy's frustration, but he didn't listen as the former driver started throwing petty insults at the teenager.

So what, he was childish?

It just meant he had a good imagination; and his imagination was all over you, right now.

How you laughed, how you smelt, your first proper meeting at the airport. He remembered the memory so vividly, even making the poster. Or trying to, at least. May had claimed his writing was too scruffy to put on the poster, so she acted as a scribe, writing what he wanted to say as Peter coloured in the letters she had just done.

Being Dyslexic meant that Aunt May couldn't spell 'welcome'. It added character to it, though. They had to put an arrow gesturing to the missing letter written above, which you in particular found hilarious. May just used it as an excuse for her to not be on the PTA. Peter was as glad as she was-May didn't like high schools, much like her nephew, and Peter would have been bullied worse if his Aunt was around school 24/7

You thought her being around school was a great idea, as you told her (basically just to tease Peter), which was when Peter practically dragged you out of the kitchen and beat you up with a highly brutal pillow.

He missed you so much.