Web of Lies ➵ Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter 1: A Social Experience

(Chapters 1 and 2 take place right before Civil War and chapter 3 takes place during the beginning of it)

Y/N's POV

"I just don't see why you would want to go to a normal high school!" He says, putting air quotes on the word normal. "The academics here are much better."

"It's a social experience." I reply hotly, "You can't just coop me up in here for my entire life!"

"Oh, I am so sorry if you've been cooped up in here." He says sarcastically. "This obviously hasn't been enough for you has it?"

"That's not what I said! You never listen to me!" I yell back, feeling my ears grow red-hot. 

"So now you try to turn this back on me? Nice try." 

"This is my fault? How in hell is wanting a normal teenage life my fault?" I'm really mad now. 

"You know what? I actually don't want to be in the same room as you right now. Scratch that, same building!" He turns on his heel and begins to walk away. I almost expect him to do a dramatic hair-flip. Of course, his hair is cropped pretty short, so that's not actually possible. "If you care that much, get into a high school yourself! You can do everything necessary on your own." He calls out as he leaves the room. Yup, that's my dad. My genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist dad. I slump back onto the couch and sigh loudly. Just then, Sam walks in. 

"Hey, Y/N, can you help me with something?" He asks.

"Can't. Sorry." I say without really meaning it, still half-angry with my dad. 

"Why?"

"Kinda just got kicked out of the house. Gonna go pack." I respond. 

"Oof. Again?" Sam says, since this isn't the first time I've been kicked out. It's not even like I'm a bad kid, I do what I'm supposed to most of the time. The first time, I was 11. Back then, I was living with Steve, but that didn't stop my dad from kicking me to the curb. I had just asked my dad about a recent mission of his. When he didn't answer, I got very curious and hacked into his suit's recording of the mission. It had something to do with this guy named the Mandarin and Pepper, who has become something of a mother figure to me, had gotten kidnapped. Scared, I asked Dad about it. When he realized I hacked his suit, he got furious. Case in point, me getting kicked out. Because I've been kicked out so many times, I have a second place where I go until everything blows over. I don't just go there when I'm kicked out though. I stayed there during the Chitauri invasion and for about three months when I couldn't live with Steve anymore. After that, I finally moved in with my actual father. Only took 12 and a half years. Since then, I've been kicked out at least twenty times. But at least it has made me pretty independent. I think with a shrug. And the apartment in Queens that I occupy every now and then is pleasantly different from how I usually live. I go to my room and pack as much as I can into two big suitcases which I then lug downstairs. I get in the car and Happy drives me to my apartment. 

"So, how long do you think you'll be staying there this time?" He asks. It's almost become like a game we play, betting on how long I'll be at the apartment for. 

"I don't know Happy, but it feels like it'll be longer than last time." I sigh. "Dad got really mad." 

"What was it this time?" He asks. 

"It was the h-"

"Don't tell me it was the high school thing again." He rolls his eyes. 

"Then I won't tell you." I say confidently, "But it was the high school thing..."