Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

31-Netflix and Chill

Peter held his head in his hands as he travelled to the new Avengers facility. It was no longer awe-inspiring; his awe had left along with you.

"Mr Parker" Tony said, his arms crossed. He did feel bad for the kid, but he stood by his beliefs-you were a criminal on the run.

"Hi" He weakly replied, waving his hand slightly. Tony guestured for him to walk alongside him, and for once Peter followed orders. "Mr Stark I-" Peter began to apologise for whatever he had done.

"Let me talk," Tony interrupted, now standing completely still "you once again screwed the pooch. Got yourself banned from a prison, and now they are coming for you"

"Why?" Peter asked, his voice wavering and head spinning from the shock. The people that got you wanted him.

"They think your emotional outburst you had triggered Y/n to go crazy and break them all out" Tony said, being extremely bitter when he had explained Peters movements of the last day.

"What? What-no! I know Y/n, she's not a 'go-crazy-once-a-while' kind of girl! Sh-she was broken out of there by someone else, I promise and guarantee you." Peter said, starting to pace around where they had stopped, running a hand through his hair. People were coming for him, and he didn't want to have to go back to that hell hole.

"Kid, before you showed up, they were going to diagnose her as mute. She hadn't spoken in days, but when you went through that goddamned door she started talking. That's enough evidence for them to take you away from Me and May!" Tony had started yelling, his fear of loosing Peter becoming immense.

"Then-then I go away by myself. I-I can disappear for a few weeks, and then you can say-just something! I can find Y/n and we'll come home eventually" Peter's idea seemed logical, but maybe not probable. He was almost face-to-face with Tony, his hands cupped in a begging pose. Tony worked out what they would say, and how they would tell Aunt May. If he went on a month-long retreat, then no one would suspect anything, surely.

Soon enough, Tony had agreed, ordering happy to make sure Peter had spare web shooters.

"Can you track the Quinn Jet?" Peter asked, peering over Tony's shoulder as he was writing an email to May, explaining how Peter would be home for one night and then be leaving. May text back almost immediately, saying that Peter needed to go home right there and then. Peter followed the orders, wanting to hug his Aunt all night before he had to leave whenever.

"Peter!" May gasped as her nephew came through the door, automatically hugging her tightly. She buried her head in his shoulder, while he weakly slung his arms so they sat just above her waist. She was fiddling with Peter's hair, spiking it with her fingers as if it was the last time she'd ever feel it.

"May, I'm going to bring Y/n home. I'm going to bring her home and we're going to be fine" Peter said.

"I'm not worried about you two defending yourselves. Yes, Peter. I know she's Pharaoh." May said, although Peter's shoulder muffled the words.

"How?"

"C'mon, do you think I'm stupid? After her dad tried to shoot her she had defended herself-and then she's hanging around Spiderman. It's easy to decipher!" May said, looking at her nephew as his mouth was agape.

"Oh!" Was all he could say. He never thought your cover could be blown that easily.

"Now, I've only got 16 hours with my favourite man, pizza's on it's way-let's Netflix and Chill!" May said, walking over to the couch

"May! That's not what you think it means! Gross, gross, gross! Ew!" Peter exclaimed, cringing.

"Then what does it mean? Watching a film on Netflix and relaxing, that's what!" May said, getting back up off of the couch and touching Peter on the arm caringly.

"Don't touch me after what you just said!" Peter said, jerking his arm away while still cringing

"What does it mean?!" May yelled while asking

"Sex! Okay, it means sex. Are you happy now?" Peter said, sitting back down on the couch

"Well, clearly not; that's disgusting!"

"You said it!"

"Shut up, watch Ghostbusters with me" May said, sitting back down and collecting the remote, pressing play.

This is what Peter loved; watching movies with his favourite girl. Sure, you were a close second, but the woman who raised him like a son would always be his everything. There was no way anyone could replace the bond they had. Her obscure references and sometimes decent cooking made her the best Aunt in the whole world-even the whole galaxy possibly. She'd been there for his first day of Middle and High School, his first bike (even though they really couldn't afford it), his first everything. As much as he wanted his parents to be there, Aunt May and Uncle Ben would always be his proper parents.

As much as he wanted his biological parents to be there; his second choice was probably the best. Peter always thought about this. He didn't look back in anger-just curiosity. If he hadn't lost his parents; would he be the same as he was that day? His answer was no. Flash in fifth grade wouldn't have spurred all the kids to call him 'Orphan Annie' for the whole year, he wouldn't have his powers, and he wouldn't have been so heavily impacted by Uncle Ben's death.

He didn't blame his parents, but at the same time he did wonder; if they weren't so job-centred would they have died in that plane crash? The answer was most likely no.

You were sat in your own bedroom at the Barton household, looking out at the trees that were rustling in the cool breeze. It was fairly hot, so you had a miniature fan on in your room. You could smell a faint farm smell from across the road. To the left you saw some horses being broken in to ride. Your eyes were drawn back, for the fiftieth time, to your strange birthmark. Everyone seemed to comment on it these days, but you didn't know why. You could hear Laura and Clint having a small discussion about someone. From what you had eavesdropped, they were in debate about whether to tell someone about-something. They were being as vague as possible.

You decided that flying out of your window wouldn't be such a hassle for them, and almost threw yourself off of the balcony when Steve came in.

"I wouldn't do that" He said to you, making you jump a mile.

"I was just going to go fly around, sue me" You rolled your eyes

"These people believe in Aliens and most of them own rifles and shotguns. Do you really want to test their aim and paranoia?" Steve had cockily replied. You scoffed, sitting down on the bed you had been given. You were somehow still on edge about everything.

"Where's Bucky, can't you go annoy him?" You asked

"He's in Wakanda. That's what I'm going to talk to you about." Steve said, sitting down on the bed beside you

"Ok, shoot" You had said "not literally, just-just tell me what you want to talk about" You rambled, and Steve gave a small smile.

"I have to go to Wakanda. Bucky's being put under the ice until they can figure out how to unwire his head from everything HYDRA put in it. Are you going to be ok here? You'll have the others, but I know sometimes they're not that friendly" Steve exclaimed, and you smiled back at the super soldier.

"I'll be fine, promise. They're not that bad." You smiled, thinking about the water fight that Clint's kids had arranged and begged everyone to participate in. They had made invite cards and slipped them under everyone's doors.

"I leave in two days"

"At least stay for the epic water fight Cooper and Lila have been planning!" You tried to persuade him

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Y/n"