Peter Parker Oneshots

Actor

A/n: haha.... Ima depressing little shit. Enjoy~!

(Trigger warning)

Y/n Stark. She was called the prettiest sight in New York. She was always kind, never selfish, never mean, always stood up for her friends, and was part of the Avengers. Her father had made her a suit, with her own input of the design of course.

That's what she did get from him. Looks and brains. Well, she inherited more, but that was all anyone ever noticed. Her own dad didn't notice, but how was he supposed to? She was a master actor and an amazing liar.

Nobody could look into her eyes and see a speck of her actual feelings. Not scientists, not spies, not assassins, not gods, not mutants, not super soldiers. Nobody.

It started out as a normal day.

She woke up, she felt a little woozy, nothing out of the ordinary. She went to the kitchen, where she received a smile, and a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning N/n." Steve said, his usual award winning smile toned down and genuine.

"Morning Uncle Steve." She yawns.

"Someone's tired." He chuckles. She rolls her eyes.

"I'm just ready for Christmas Break so I don't have to worry about school. Why do I even have to go? My dad is a billionaire and I'm a genius. I don't see the need." She grumbles. He ruffles her hair slightly, giving her a closed eyed smile.

"Because you have to suffer through it like everyone else. Now come on, Christmas Break is tomorrow, and you don't have to worry about a thing for two weeks. Just get through today and you'll be alright." He encourages. This is the only thing that makes her smile genuinely. That and talking to her best friend, Peter Parker.

She made it to school in one piece. You think being Tony Stark's daughter would make her popular, right? No. Unfortunately her father has a past as a playboy. Henceforth her being his daughter and him not knowing till five years ago. She was given the same reputation yet she had never had a boyfriend. It's not gone further than annoying and bratty boys, rumors, and notes in your locker and stuff saying "whore." "Slut." And everything in between.

"Hey Y/n." She hears being called, and the voice makes her heart skip a beat.

"What's up Pete?" She smiles. He smiles back.

"Tell Ned why I can't show him and Avengers Tower." Peter says sheepishly.

"Because my dad will kill him." She smiles innocently, as Ned's face drains of color, she laughs softly at his reaction. "Don't worry, next time we work on a project I'll give you a tour, just don't weird out my family. Uncle Steve gets enough of that on a day to day basis." He thanks you before they both start walking to first period.

As they arrive, there is a note on her desk. Peter quirks an eyebrow as she rolls her eyes. She picks up the note.

"Stay away from my boyfriend, you slut."

Not signed..? Probably scared to get beat up by the Avengers.

"Well that's awful friendly." She sighs sarcastically. She plays it off, but deep down it hurts.

(Time skip to lunch!)

She sighed as she sat down. She was across from Peter and Ned, and a few seats down from MJ.

She heard heels clicking, and her body unnoticeably stiffened. She heard snickering and giggling. Most likely they were making fun of her. She didn't hear most of what they said, until one particular topic picked up.

"Do you think her dad even likes her?" One asks.

"Probably not. He's probably an abusive alcoholic or something." The main girl laughs.

"Do you think that's why she's a slut?" Another one murmurs, and the girls erupt in laughter.

She ignores them, laughing along with what Peter said. Deep down she's in pain, but nobody needs to know that. Especially not the girls behind her.

(Time skip to after school.)

You got home, not feeling any better. But thank fucking god it was Friday. She didn't know how much more she could handle this week.

"Good afternoon Ms. Stark." Friday says.

"Hi Friday, what happened around here while I was gone?" You ask, pulling out your phone as you relax on your bed.

"We almost had a code green, but he was too busy laughing at Mr. Barton to get angry. He had fallen and slammed his face against the glass door." The AI says, causing you to laugh.

"You have ten messages from other students at your school and two from your father." The AI finishes.

"Show them in order I received them please." You say. As a hologram pops up in front of your face, you see a few threats, a few suggestive texts from boys that believed you actually were a slut. You sigh "Play the ones from my dad." You say.

Your father's face pops up.

"Hey Y/n, I know this may sound worse than it is, but I wasn't sent on a mission to defeat a Hydra base, it's just me and Cap. If we're not there by dinner, the battles running a little long. Love you sweetheart, bye." He says, doing a stupid kissy face at the end.

"Love you too dad." You whisper to yourself. This is why you put up with those girls. With all the bullying. Because you have an amazing strange family. That you love with all your hearts

The next one starts.

"It looks like they were expecting us to show up, we've had to call for back up- oh shit- uh, I don't think any of us will be home for dinner, I'll have Parker stop by with some pizza so you're not alone tonight. Don't do and stupid and I'll see you in the morning. Love you." He rushes out. A nervous pit grows in your stomach as you watch the video.

Peter stopped by with some pizza, as your father said, but he could tell your discomfort. He didn't want to bother you, so he asked if you were okay, and when you said yes, he left you alone.

You both ate pizza watching a movie, the silence was comfortable, but uneasy. For you mainly.

You went to bed with a million thoughts.

When you woke up. Nobody was there. You didn't have any calls from your family. You didn't have any texts from Shield. You were completely alone in the tower. You tried to call people, but it went to an automatic voicemail. This went on for a few days. Nobody contacting you.

"Friday, can you track to my father's suit?" You ask.

"I haven't been able to connect your father in three days, Ms. Stark." Friday replies.

You started sobbing. You run to the bathroom and look in the mirror, you were pale, and quite thin. You scowl at yourself. You reach into the medicine cabinet.

Quickly scrapping the razors across your skin. Watching the blood deep through.

"Ms. Stark, that's not a good idea. Should I contact someone?" Friday asks you shake your head.

"N-no." You reply shakily. Soon enough your vision starts to dot black, and you black out.

Friday contacted Peter Parker. He immediately sprinted to your house, swinging though the town to get to you faster. He knew he should've stayed with you longer, pushed further, tried harder to make sure you were okay.

Peter sits by your hospital bed, and you stare at him.

"I'm sorry." He sobs. "I love you, I love you so much. I loved you before Mr. Stark introduced us. I've loved you since before we knew what love was and I'll always love you. I'm sorry I couldn't stop this. I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Tears leak down his face.

You look over at him you lean closer to him, and he looks up, you look in his eyes and mumble a bone chilling question as your voice wobbles.

"Why didn't you tell me this when I was alive?"