Avengers Imagines

You're Not Safe Here- Peter Parker Part Two

(Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings: Attempted mugging

You and Peter ran into the alley, without much time to think of a solid plan, and with you grabbing a plank of wood leaning against a dumpster. It wasn't the best weapon, but if you ended up needing one, it was better that than nothing.

At the opposite end of the alley, two guys were holding another man up with two knives, and all you could really focus on was the blood on the victim's face in the streetlight. "Hey!" you shouted at the muggers, effectively catching their attention. Your heartbeat was thudding between your ears, and you had to admit that fear was starting to fill your mind but you still wanted to help.

The victim took the opportunity to stumble out of the alley's opposite side, and the two muggers were now focused on you. Your grip tightened on the plank of wood. With a glance over your shoulder, you hoped to see Peter, but all you saw was an empty alley. Fuck...

Suddenly, the muggers were right in front of you, still very armed, so you did what your instincts told you; swung the piece of wood at the bigger mugger's face. It was a solid hit, even caused him to stagger back, but the other mugger grabbed your arm. He grumbled something under his breath but you could barely hear it over your quick breathing. The sharp point of a knife jabbed against your stomach and your panic started to skyrocket. But somehow, before you saw your own blood spilled, the mugger was yanked back.

You followed the path he was pulled on, and saw... Spider-Man? Or at least someone wearing his mask and webbing the criminal to the side of the alleyway. You didn't realize you took a few steps back until your back hit the opposite wall. A groan to your left pulled your vision away from Spider-Man and to the mugger's whose nose was busted thanks to you. As he struggled to get to his feet, he unstably reached for a gun in the back of his jeans. Your eyes flicked between him and Spider-Man, so you whacked the piece of wood down on his head again. That time you knocked him unconscious.

A relieved breath left your lips. With both the criminals no longer a problem, you expected yourself to be relaxed, but adrenaline still coursed through you. You certainly weren't expecting this from your late-night study session. That reminded you of a different problem still in the alley.

You looked back over to Spider-Man, who was approaching you with much caution. Like he had scared you off or something. Given the situation, you didn't have much time to be shocked. Spider-Man had to be a normal person sometimes, right? You just so happened to meet him without the mask too.

"I thought you ditched me," you teased, looking over him. The eyes on the suit seemed surprised.

"So, you're not," Peter grabbed the bottom of the mask and pulled it up, "shocked, or anything?" His eyes under the mask were surprised too. You cracked a grin before dragging your feet over to him.

"Well, I'll admit I didn't expect this when I met you. But it fits," you said with an endeared smile. Then your eyes widened for a brief second. "Now our initial conversation makes a lot more sense." Peter chuckled. "And hey, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone."

"Thanks," he looked relieved, but also like the thought hadn't occurred to him yet. He took off the mask completely, tousling his brown hair, and you noticed some blood on his lip.

"Oh, hey. You got something," you commented with a swipe of your thumb over your own lip. Instinctually, you pulled your sleeve over your hand.

Peter had got the message and tried to wipe it off himself, only to be rubbing the wrong side of his mouth. You held his chin gently, brushing your thumb over his lip, and your eyes couldn't help but wander up to his. Peter was staring down at you with a glint in his eye that let butterflies loose in your stomach. Maybe it was the proximity, or the excitement of meeting him, but you felt drawn to Peter. You even started leaning towards him before the rational part of your brain pulled you back.

"Got it," you wished your voice didn't sound so awkward. "So, should we call the cops?" you asked, scratching the back of your neck. Peter looked like was a bit dazed and confused, like he didn't quite hear the question. "For the, muggers?"

He seemed to be brought back to earth by your response. "Right, right. Um, here, one second," he mumbled. Peter grazed by you to drag the unconscious mugger to where his friend sat webbed up to the brick. You watched Peter closely, curious as to how he could manage to be as sweet as he was while still dealing with this all the time. And probably worse. Not moments later, both muggers were stuck to the alleyway wall. "Do you have a pen and paper?" his question pulled you from your thoughts.

You nodded and pulled both from your backpack. He wrote a quick note before nestling it in the webbing. "Now we call the cops."

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"So, you never stick around? You never interact with the police at all?" You asked, and Peter shrugged.

"Don't wanna risk it," he answered simply. The sirens behind you kept getting quieter the more you walked. The two of you had kept walking after calling the cops on the muggers, as if it was just another everyday routine. Well, for him, it was. Your hand brushed over his every so often, and you were well aware that you were nearing your building.

"Does it ever bother you? Don't get me wrong, the city appreciates what you do, but...do you ever think you should avoid the trouble sometimes?" you asked gently.

"Well, it's not like I go looking for trouble... It just sort of finds me. I just have to do my best to keep the trouble on me, and no one else." Peter had that same deep, thoughtful tone when you first started talking at the coffee shop.

"Shit, this is me..." Muttering, you looked up to see your building in the fluorescent streetlight. You looked over to him and noted how far away his gaze was. "Not a lot of people know who you are, huh," you asked rhetorically. You already had a feeling you knew the answer. There was an ache in your chest seeing him look so lost, so you intertwined your fingers in his. Peter pulled his stare up from the sidewalk and met your eyes. There were tears at the corners of his. "Look, I know we just met, but if you ever want to talk to someone about all of this, someone who isn't one of the Avengers, I'm here." Peter searched your eyes for a moment, like he wanted to be 100% certain you meant what you said. You offered a small smile with the hope of conveying your meaning.

"I'll probably take you up on that," he smiled gladly.

His arms wrapped around you, rather suddenly, but he held onto to you like you were a lifeline. You couldn't see it, but a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "Thanks, Y/N..." he whispered into your hair. 

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Alright, part 2! I honestly didn't know where I was gonna go with this, but I kinda liked where it went. Anyway, vote, comment, and request!