Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

35-Ash

"Guys, this is stupid. Why did this start?" You asked them as you tried to rekindle their friendship.

"He's right, I'm wrong." Tony arrogantly said, making you claw at your hair in frustration.

"Christ" You muttered under your breath "Ok, Steve, what were you trying to do?" You asked him

"Make things right." He answered, as you looked at Peter.

"So what were you trying to do, Tony?" Peter said. It was ironic how the kids had become the adults in the room.

"God, I hate when you two are right." He whispered under his breath "The same thing."

"Can we all agree that this whole fight was idiotic?" You asked, acting like a mum to two difficult kids. They nodded glumly, while Peter stood behind you, trying to back you up.

"I know that it can't get better that quickly, but we just need you guys on speaking terms." You said, getting up to touch the doorknob.

"C'mon, Peter, we're leaving them here for a while." You said, and Peter nodded, walking to the door. You managed to prop up a chair against the doorknob, trusting that they wouldn't wreck Clint's house.

You walked into the lounge with Peter, noticing the lack of seats in the crowded house. You walked over to one of the only sofas left; one that could fit two at a squeeze and swivelled around 360 degrees. It had comfy cushions and a small blanket, and was positioned at the perfect angle to watch the TV.

You sat down on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you. You crossed your legs over his lap and laid your head on the sofa arm. He threw the blanket over the two of you, and relaxed into the sofa. He then groaned and threw his head back, obviously realising something he had to do prior to relaxing.

"What?" You asked him, looking at him and laughing

"I sat on my phone" He said, his head still hung high.

"So? It's in your back pocket, right?" You asked him, but he shook his head.

"Nope. And your feet are on my pocket!" He jokingly whined at you, and you rolled your eyes at him. You decided to move your feet so he could get his phone out. He dug into his pocket and found his small phone. You moved your feet back to their original position and smiled, watching the program that was on.

"Hey, I know this program! It's the Office!" You exclaimed, remembering the times you spent laughing in your room at the UK version. It gave you Deja vu, remembering all the words; it was your favourite episode.

"They had 'The Office' in England?" Scott asked, and you nodded

"We had our own version, which was better-bite me Parker!" You said, noticing Peter was about to interrupt. You two had a common debate about which was better; UK or US. You were both on different sides, obviously, but somehow the debate always came back up.

"So, is this the UK version?" Clint asked, and you nodded, smiling as Peter watched you talk about your past in Britain. He knew you hated it there, and you had no friends, but he wished you could take him to where you grew up (relatively-of course there was the time spent in Africa and Russia).

"Oh, you're hard!" The man on the screen exclaimed, and you mouthed along.

"What does that mean, Y/n? You guys have weird dialect" Wanda said

"Hard means cool, but he's saying it in a sarcastic tone. Yeah" You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in embarrassment.

"Y/n does the funniest London accent, Y/n do it!" Peter said, shaking you, you shook your head and laughed, to the amusement of others.

"But I am British? Wha-how am I supposed to do an accent of something I am? Peter, do an American accent!" You said, your cheeks heating up as Peter laughed at you. No one could react, because the show had turned off and the emergency BBC news came on.

"How did you get BBC, its a British tax funded...thing" You tried to explain, but got shushed.

"...an attack is undergoing in Hyde Park, involving an armed man brandishing primal tools. It is unknown how many people are injured, but he is said to be extremely dangerous. He is threatening to bring out 'an army'. Updates will be given live." The woman said before the screen cut back to The Office.

"It's my dad" I said, throwing the blanket off of me and standing up.

"I'll get Mr. Stark."

"We don't have time, lets go." I said, rushing to get my suit and sword. Natasha and Wanda tried to stop us, but I shook my hand and got them out of the way.

"Let us come with you. He's bringing an army; you'll need yours." Natasha tried to reason as you took of your clothes and threw on your suit.

"No, this is something I need to do. Just me and Peter." You said, running to a jet with Peter in tow, still trying to put on his suit. Obviously, Natasha wasn't too happy about that, and got Wanda to stop you two. Her powers came towards you, and you put up a force field. The two infinity stones mixed together, making a destroyable force that was bound to explode.

The two colours mixed together, but they made a black. Peter looked terrified, and so did you. You didn't know how to stop it, and neither did Wanda. You both looked in terror as the black mass swarmed around you, blocking out Peter and Natasha. You didn't want to die, you didn't want her to die, but in that moment it definitely felt like a loosing battle. You were desperately trying to control your powers, worrying about the house you'd been welcomed in to; would you destroy it?

Instead, you channelled everything you had into making the black go inside of you. You didn't care if Wanda's powers hit you or struck you down, it would mean everyone around you was safe. You closed your eyes, ready to welcome whatever came next.

Instead of what you expected, you awoke in a strange field, surrounded by pale people, and a throne. All the people were familiar, in a way that concerned you deeply. You took a step forward, reaching the first person. It was your mother, looking unfamiliar-but you recognised her from the photos.

"Mum!" You cried, going to hug her. Instead, she floated straight through you, looking with a sad eyed pity.

"Sweetheart, I kept something from you. We were evil to take you. I'm sorry. Forgive me, dear" She said, putting a translucent hand up to your face, not being able to wipe the tears from your face. You nodded, although being confused as ever. She thanked you, dissolving into a white ash.

"Y/n" It was Jake. Your only 'friend' from England, the one who left you when he became popular.

"Oh my god-Jake! You're...no! You're with your dad, you can't be gone!" You said, hugging him for the first time in ages. He hugged back, playing with your hair.

"You always told me to stay with you and not in that group. They invited me to Hyde Park-to smoke weed. I'm sorry. He-he came and stabbed me. Right here" He said, pointing to his chest. You stifled a sob, trying to touch his chest. Your hand still went through his chest.

"Forgive me?" He asked, and you nodded, crying. He faded to ash too, making you sink to your knees. Your childhood friend had just died in the hands of your dad. You were forced to keep moving