Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

32-Uncontrollable Feelings

WARNING: BREIF MENTION OF MURDER, DRUGS AND SEX OFFENDERS IN PRISON

He was positive that the plan was in effect, and it was all working too well. Too well, so the man as he sat behind bars became anxious and paranoid. He still refused to give his motive for the attempted murder of the girl and Spiderman, purely because that was all apart of the game. In court, he gave no defence. Journalists claimed that it was like he wanted to be sent to prison.

For once, the news was correct. He wouldn't let them know that, though. It was their little secret.

While the biased news constantly attacked him, the respectable and honourable debated gun control, and abolishing the second ammendment.

He knew the cycle. For a month or two the boring stories of gun control and the man the press had dubbed 'the midtown murderer' would cycle, before it started to die down and quiet because the next horrific event had happened. The same story and old press wouldn't live for long.

He constantly pondered about this as he idly looked through the bars of the confinement. He would never know what his cellmate was thinking, or what crimes he had commited. There was a prison heirarchy; robbers, drug offenders and murderers at the top, whereas rapists and paedophiles were at the bottom. He was right at the top of the pecking order, obviously being found guilty to all the Russian assasinations he had commited. He was respected in prison, and people knew not to mess with one of the more dangerous people.

Your eyes snapped open as you tried to shake off the nightmare. It was horrible, his eyes bore into you like ice as he mumbled that god forsaken word and pushed you. This time, though, it was different. Instead of falling and flying, you were falling endlessly, only to be woken up in a sweaty sobbing mess. It was 4am, which meant for your body clock, which was two hours ahead, it was 6am.

There was no point trying to get any sleep at all. There was a small break of sun that was appearing in the east. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, zombie walking to the bathroom. You peered into the mirror, realising a giant spot had found its way onto your forehead. You squeexed it, trying not to cry or gag as you did so.

By the shower was a window, and as you started to dry yourself off from a brisk shower, you saw a small black object flying through the sky towards the house. You ran downstairs, quickly tossing on clothes as you ran.

"Y/n, what's going on? Are you ok?" Clint asked, standing up while holding Nathaniel. You shook your head, feeling the 7th Infinity Stone urge you to protect the family who had taken you in, and in such short notice as well.

Clint handed Laura the baby, and quickly grabbed a bow and arrow his daughter and son had been using the day before. Both of you rushed outside to where the conspicuous jet was landing in the yard. Lila rushed outside, her pigtails flowing behind her due to the wind.

"Daddy? Have the baddies come?" She worriedly asked, clenching her fists around her dress. Cooper then appeared, trying to grab her arm to get her inside.

"Lila, go with your brother. Sweetie, no one's going to hurt us" Clint says as he bends down away from the jet, obscuring his daughters view. The girl nodded before running inside, Laura putting one arm around her back and guiding her back inside. The family had disappeared, and the jet's engines shut off.

You started gathering the courage and energy to use your powers, as Clint started to raise his bow at the jet. A figure got out, and you started advancing towards the figure. Clint followed you, and the figure started running too. His face was materialised, and you automatically dropped the stance you had held so tightly, clasping a hand over your mouth. Clint ignored the obvious sign of compassion between the two of you and got him in a dodgy arm lock.

"Well, that's gonna fall off" Peter whined, and you gasped. He was there, and in the flesh!

"Peter!" You gasped, using your powers to shrug Clint off him, and enveloped him in a bear hug. You sank into his shoulder, letting some tears escape.

You never thought that the ex-assassin 'Shadow' could have such strong emotions. Around Peter, emotions seemed to just fall out of you. He rubbed your back soothingly, his face buried into your hair. Right then, he didn't even care that you two were in a compromising position. Your legs were wrapped round his waist as he sat upright, just holding each other for a while.

"Shit! It's the non-official boyfriend." Clint spoke up, making both of you blush. "I've probably just traumatised my kids, so I've gotta go" Clint said, looking back at the shocked kids peering through the curtains of early morning.

"I'm the non-official boyfriend, huh?" Peter teased as you rolled out of his lap, sitting next to him in the grass.

"Apparently. Ignore him, we both know what we are" You smiled, laying down and looking at the early morning sky.

"So, what are we, Y/n?" He asked you, lying down next to you, trying to depict different scenes from the cotton candy clouds.

"Friends" You had simply said, the bittersweet words dripping off your tongue before you could even stop them. Somehow, you could sense both of your hearts sinking.

"Is that all?" Peter had said, mustering up some form of courage to speak.

"What do you want us to be, then?" You asked him curiously, the sun making his jawline even more defined

"Best friends?" Peter had asked you. He knew he had bailed, but he was terrified of loosing you over his own uncontrollable feelings. Your heart sunk and so did his, but you didn't want to lose him either.

"Peter Parker; are you asking me to be your best friend?" You said, mocking all the rom-coms you had watched with him.

"What would you say if I said yes?" Peter asked, returning the joke.

"Yes, Peter Parker, I'll be your best friend" You said. He smiled to himself, feeling himself dying inside as he did so.

He'd been royally friend zoned-by himself! That, he thought to himself, was a new level of cock-blocking. You had to be a special person to cock-block yourself, and Peter was that person.

You both sat in the grass, hands over your stomachs, before you spoke up.

"C'mon, best friend. There's a cool river over there that Cap said I should check out." You said, extending a hand to help him get up. He accepted, grabbing your hand and getting himself off of the grass. He didn't remove his hand as you walked along, and neither did you.

Once you got to the river, you gasped in awe. The forest was painted pastel, with bluebells a funny shade and daffodil's yellow hue dulled down due to the lack of light. The lack of sun was because of the brown oak tree that rose to the canopy with green leaves that stood out amongst the cherry blossom trees planted just away from the crisp blue river, untouched by man. If you'd ever wanted to see beauty, you'd come to this river, only ruined by humankind with a rope swing that Clint's kids had left. It truly was stunning, and you looked at Peter to almost read his mind, trying to get into his thoughts. Instead he voiced them, opening his mouth to speak.

"This is..." He started, but seemed at a loss for words

"An Elysian paradise." You finished, and he looked at you, smiling.

"Yeah, it is."