Marvel Imagines

YDB High school kids - Peter B. Parker (S:ITSV) (PRT 1)

"Peter!" You yelled. "Better open the fucking door right now!"

"Why?"

You growled. "I will smash the door down and you know this for a fact!"

You were Thor's child; the child he had with Jane but no one but you, Loki, him knows who your mom is. Thor took care of you from a baby and forward. You were even worthy enough to wield Mjölnir, before it was broken by your aunt. When you turned thirteen he sent you to earth to have a regular teenage life. You grew up in Bruce's house; smart and strong. Now you lived with Peter, your best friend since beginning of high school. Your father visited often.

Recently Peter had went to live with his wife, but soon after he got a divorce. Now he locked himself in your apartment and wouldn't unlock the door. You raised your hand to the sky and shut your eyes. C'mon dad. You thought. Let me use Storm-Breaker just this once.

Suddenly something comes flying down from the sky, and soon in your hand was Storm-Breaker. You smiled. "Thanks dad!"

Thunder erupted from the sky, people looking up expecting to see rain but instead a regular, clear summer's day. You adjusted the large ax in your hand, taking a deep breath and pausing. In a large flash of light, and a hard swing of the ax, you shattered the wooden door and the metal. Someone screamed.

"Sorry Mrs. Darren!" You yelled. You walked in the door, face to face with a scared as hell Peter B. Parker. You threw the hammer back up, and it flies back up to oblivion.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" You yelled. "What the hell!"

"You just shattered a wooden door, don't 'what the hell' me!" He yelled.

"You broke into my apartment and locked me out! You don't even pay rent anymore!" You yelled.

"I'm sorry, I needed a place to stay!"

"You could've asked me while I was at work!" You said.

"You think I'm just gonna walk into your work dressed in this?!" He said, gesturing to his outfit. His Spider-Man suit under some sweatpants and an unzipped hoodie. Barefoot.

"You could've waited for me, asshole!"

"I'm sorry!" He yelled. All was quiet. You sighed.

"I have spare clothes that you left behind when we lived together, grab them and put them on." You said. "We're going to Home Depot to get a new door. My landlord will kill me otherwise."

"Mr. Schneider?" He asked.

"Mr. Schneider sold it to Mrs. Darren." You said. He shuddered.

"Hate that woman." He says. He goes into your room, quickly finding the clothes. He puts on the fresh clothes, about to leave. He sees a photo on your dresser top. He picks it up and almost cries.

It was a picture of you and him in high school. He looked so happy, smiling and making a peace sign. Next to him, was you. Wearing a black sweatshirt, and plaid pajama bottoms. Giving a small, but depressed smile. Bags under your eyes. He sighed. He walks into your living room, looking at you now. Happy, no bags under your eyes, perky. You smiled genuinely now.

"Guess the roles sure have switched since sophomore year." He said.

"Saw the photo, huh?" You asked.

"You sure have changed."

"So have you."

A smile silence. His eyes sadden, and you instantly regret what you said, your mouth dry. He chuckles.

"Love did quite a number on me." He said.

"Me too." You replied. You grabbed your phone and your car keys. "C'mon."

You both got in, starting it up and driving. Mrs. Darren stares at you with pure hate, but you didn't care. "How've you been?" You ask. "Besides the divorce."

"Horrible." He replies "I don't know what's wrong, either. When I was married to MJ, there was an empty spot. I didn't know what it was. When we divorced, the spot was still there. When Tony took you on as his apprentice, I.."

He paused. "I fell apart. It was very disturbing for me."

Your eyes turned orange. First things first, you could see other's people memories. Sort of like Heimdall, but it was someone that you learned over time. You saw everything. You then laughed. He turned to you, surprised. "You're doing that eye thing again!"

"You cried in the shower, with your suit on, eating pizza." You said. "It's ok, Parker. I've had my shared of rough times, too.

The important thing is we move forward. You can come live with me, I can set up your room again, you can get through this. You just need back up."

He smiled. "You're a great person, [name]."

"Damn right." You said. "I gave you room and board even after you broke into my apartment."

He laughed. "Sorry about that."

"First things first." You said, parking in the lot. "You need to exercise. No more pizza. No more junk."

"No!" He yelled.

"Mein house mein rules." You said in a German accent. "I will home cook you things. Just as delicious. Less grease and fats."

"No salads?"

"Only every once in a while." You said. "But you've got to start somewhere. We start with exercise. Then we start with your act. Then coping mechanisms."

"You're wonderful." He said.

"I know."
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"Help me you imbecile!" You yelled, trying to keep the door steady while you putt the hinges on.

"I'm coming, hold on!" He said. He walked out, a towel on his shoulder and wrapped around his waist. He held the door up, making sure it aligned with the door frame.

You stared at him for a moment. "Sugar honey iced tea."

"You ok?" He asks.

"Yeah." You said quickly, taking the drill and the screws. "There. Should be steady."

"Let me try it out." He said. He shut the door on your face.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!"

"I'm kidding!" He says, opening the door. "It works."

"I noticed."

You walked in, shutting the door behind you. "Alright, put your clothes in the wash." You said. He picks up his clothes, leaving his suit. "And your suit."

"It takes forever to dry!"

"I have this thing called a dryer!" You said. "I also had a clothes line in here if it can't be put in there."

He nicks up his suit, walking down the hallway, muttering. He comes back out. "What am I gonna wear?"

"You'll just have to stay in those towels til he laundry's done." You said, heading into the kitchen. "I'm making fried rice and sushi, you want some?"

"Alright." He said. "Don't think I have a choice."

"If you eat healthy today, I'll get you a slushee. Two days, cookies. An entire week, I'll take you out for Chinese."

"Promise?" He asked. You smiled.

"Promise."