Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

30-Looked Like Heaven

Blows had been exchanged, and for a while, you were keeping up to pace with the super soldier, managing to place a few punches in calculated areas. He, however, had managed to find several weaknesses in your defence, and was utilising his knowledge. Every punch he threw hit you in the stomach. Although this was sparring, and the punches were softened, it still felt like every time he hit you a small rock collided with your chest.

You had been knocked to the floor after trying to roundhouse kick him, which ended in him catching your foot and making you fall.

You were drenched in sweat, large strands of your hair had fallen out of place and stuck to your face. You sat taking deep breaths with your mouth hung open. Steve was sweating, which you considered an achievement. He extended a hand to help you up, and so you accepted, using his hand to pull you up off of the ground.

"I'm hungry" You blurted out, making Steve laugh

"I would expect so. How long's it been since you haven't had prison food?" He asked, walking with you to the main bit of the jet.

"two weeks, three days and 12 hours" You responded, sitting down on the co-pilots chair.

"Guys? Have you eaten anything today?" He asked, turning to the people in the room.

"Nope" Sam said, and the others nodded.

Soon enough, the jet had landed at a safe place-a small village in Wyoming. When Clint had informed everyone of this, you were the most panicked. You were so far away from the life you loved in Queens.

"Kid, you ever been to Wyoming?" Clint asked, and you nodded.

"Once, on a mission. After I killed the guy I went we left, so I didn't see it completely"

"Why not?" Scott chimed in, in the process of taking his suit off. You weren't sure why he had it on in the first place; comfort perhaps.

"Because he lived in a bunker in a small town. I had a flight from Russia to Wyoming, and within 16 hours he was dead, and I was back on a flight." You bluntly said.

The room was silent except for the machinery required to make the plane work. No one dared say a word to break the silence.

"Well, that got awkward" Scott said, sitting on the floor. You nodded, before seeing the grassy areas and small schools that probably only had 100 students in them at the best of times. The houses came into view, and they were all picket fence houses with a very rural feel to them. It looked like heaven. The jet was finding a place to land when Clint took over, finding an open but also quite secluded area; there was an opening in a forest where a fairly large farm house was proudly sat, looking as if it had just been painted.

"What is this place?" You asked, running up to where Clint was landing the jet.

"Home. For the next few weeks or months, maybe. Who knows?" Clint said, shrugging as he landed safely. A woman came out from the house, carrying a baby no older than two on her hip. She looked genuinely happy to see the jet land. Clint wore the most adorable smile as he looked at the woman, ushering everyone to get off of the jet. He was the last one off, but also somehow the first one there. He engulfed the woman in a hug, and you watched in shock. Sure, Clint had always seemed like a father figure-guy, but you would have never expected him to have an actual child and wife.

You looked back to Scott, who had a sad smile on his face. It was almost like he was trying to imagine that he was Clint, seeing his daughter for the first time in a long while. It felt strange to say, but you could almost feel his pain. Normally, you could only feel people who were dying painful deaths that could've been preventable, but this was different. It was like a whole new sense of pain. He had a smile on his face, but you could sense his heart about to snap in two.

You reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he smiled at you as he felt your fingertips on his shoulder.

"Thanks, but I'm fine" He insisted, but you shook your head

"I can feel people's pain. Normally, it's only when people die painfully, but with you-you miss someone so badly you just wish for death."

"Cassie, my daughter. She's the light of my life in this shitty world" He said, watching as Clint exchanged words with the woman.

"Then let's make it not so shit for her" You said, focusing on Clint as he turned around.

"Scott, Y/n, this is my wife, Laura." Clint said, pride almost falling off of his tongue as he said his wife's name.

"Hey!" Scott said, shaking her hand. She smiled warmly, greeting her back

"Hi" You said, smiling slightly. You were uneasy around new people, especially when being introduced. You shook her hand, and she gasped.

"My daughter used to have that birthmark!" She smiled, and you looked down at your wrist, realising that May had said almost the same thing the first time you met her.

-add Flashback when you edit Amy-

You suddenly felt very homesick.

"Thanks." You said, retracting to stand beside Scott, who had managed to sense your unease and wrapped a hand around your shoulder. It only reminded you of how Peter used to do it. His awkward hand would always rest comfortably and limply, whereas Scott held you safely and securely, gripping your shoulder. They were both comforting, but you preferred Peters. You always did. You loved leaning into his shoulder and feeling safe.

Now, in a land 3 hours and 47 minutes away from New York with hardly any people, you wished that Peter could be by your side.