Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

37-Outnumbered

You had woken up, disorientated and mourning, as the Quinjet set down on the dust. Peter had grabbed you and escaped, alone and without the other Avengers-he knew how alone you wanted to do this, so obliged with your wishes.

You had descended into Hyde Park, feeling the dread and anxiety hit you like a wave. The weather was typically British; light dismal rain. A man stood, waiting. He was standing by dead bodies of people you couldn't save, mere bystanders. Jake, your oldest friend, being one of them. You didn't let your face change, and remained in control. The park was empty; people had been evacuated and British police had been called, sirens were in the distance.

To him, you were unfazed, like a good assassin should be. You held your ground, Peter clenching his fists beside you.

"Dad, I don't want to do this" You said, hoping to sway his decision slightly. He showed no remorse for the daughter he used to cherish, instead he showed a scowl. The tension was so high in the air that Peter felt uncomfortable and on edge. Peter gripped where his web shooters where, and you were holding your sword behind your back. As father and daughter faced each other in a silent stand off, the sirens drew closer. Your father smiled and begun to laugh maniacally. Peters fists balled again, his jaw clenched under his mask.

You had your hand steady and firmly pressed against your sword, waiting to strike.

"What's so funny? Last time I checked, you threw me off a balcony!" I shouted

"It's you, little girl! You're not a hero, you're coming to everyone's rescue just to get rid of your bloody hands!" He yelled back

"You're the one who tried to kill me-your daughter!" You screamed back, trying not to cry. He instantly yelled back, rage blinding him as he stared back at you.

"You're not my daughter!" He yelled. You stopped and paused, shock replacing your adrenaline and anxiety. Your blood ran cold, and your bottom lip quivered underneath your black mask. You shook your head, refusing to believe all your life was one big lie. You sank to your knees, letting out a small sob. Peter knelt down beside you, wrapping an arm around you in comfort.

"Prove it!" You said through shaking breaths. Peter looked at you, trying to see your emotions through your e/c eyes. They only showed your stone cold expression, not the true emotions that were going on in your mind; not the true emotions that flashed for a few brief seconds.

He didn't say another word, instead, his proof was to lunge at you, swinging his staff above your head. Your dad missed you by only millimetres, quickly dodging and evading the attack. You lunged forward once more to counter the attack but this time your dad brought his sword down and blocked you. Again your dad laughed like this was all apart of a sick game, landing a punch on the side of your head.

Peter didn't bother stepping in, knowing you could handle this mad man if you wanted to. You were saving your powers for the right moment, and you knew you could fight well without them.

You staggered to your feet, your head uncomfortably throbbing from the powerful right hook.

"What about Mum? She died a day after giving birth to me! There's pictures!" You yelled in anguish, now a few feet away from the man you used to love.

"Pictures off the internet" He simply said, before attacking once more. You dodged and weaved, trying to knock his staff out of his hand. You succeeded, but he was ready, grabbing an arrow and slicing a satin red cut along the exposed part of your leg. You refused to show any sign of weakness, taking your sword and drawing blood from his arm. He screamed out, before landing another punch, this time in the armoured bit of your chest. The rain still fell, bouncing off the tarmac floor as you fell with the rain.