two sided | peter parker

XXXII | lost

『lost | adj. | unable to be found』

SHE WAS FROZEN, her mind replaced with stone as she looked dead ahead and the only remaining parts of her broken biological family hugged her. Tony was behind her with crossed arms and a distant look with Peter at his side who looked utterly crushed and tears pricking his eyes. This was never the plan. Without discussion, Y/n already hated it.

Currently, they were in the Avengers tower at the main entrance. Her parents hugged her with fake tears streaming down their faces; Y/n didn't have to look to know that they were completely acting. The girl pushed them away with a narrowed pair of eyes, Tony taken aback by the sudden action and daring to take a step forward.

"It's for the best," Was his excuse, only disgusting her more. Y/n bitterly glared at him, watching Ebony solemnly stare from the top of the steps as she awaited her own parents' arrivals. It was absolute bullshit in Y/n's eyes, fists clenched as a furious glint lit up in her e/c eyes. "For the best? You think it's for the best to send me off to some people who 'raised' me?!"

Her parents gawked at her, Y/n had never been the type to blow up. She'd always been silent, intelligent, and diligent as far as they knew her. Obviously, they didn't know her very well. If Eden or Charlie were still alive, surely they would've sensed the explosion of the ticking time bomb. It had always been ticking after all, just until it exploded.

She was sobbing now, her voice cracked and still managing to come out in angry shrieks as the other Avengers even stood a few yards away and watched the scene pan out for itself. "They didn't raise me, Tony! They aren't my parents! I've been on my own since day one and you can't just ditch me like that!" 

He stepped forward, looking her directly in the eye as his arms relaxed and fell to his sides. "I'm doing this to protect you, Y/n." Tony said sternly while Natasha shook her head off to the side and Wanda even kept her eyes glued to the ground out of disappointment and pity. Vision analyzed the entire thing, looking back and forth to the bickering two.

Wiping her cheeks, Y/n glared at him and laughed dryly. "Oh, really? You're protecting me. That's fucking hilarious, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; it's priceless. Yeah, you're going to protect me from the truth and reality of it all with some kind of plush lie, and when that breaks apart, you're going to hurt me more. Are you really sure that you're protecting me?"

It was as if reality itself smacked him across the face and called him a geezer that hoarded dildos, his eyes widening before narrowing. Sighing, he looked directly at her and returned the mean look. "Go to your room," That was it. That was all it took. He didn't say, go to a room, or that room, no. He said your room.

She smiled, hugging him tightly as tears still flowed down her face and Peter cracked a grin, happy that he didn't have to watch the love of his life leave to California. Y/n practically sprinted up the steps and nearly tripped on her way back to her room, her happy mood soon dropping at the sight of Faye lingering in front of Eden's door.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Y/n approached Faye from behind, silently making the girl jump in her place. The younger one turned around, a dazed look on her face before it morphed into a bitter and furious one. "No." She said curtly, going back to staring at the door and praying to God that Y/n left from her sad form from behind her.

She whispered a nearly inaudible "Okay," and leaving the girl alone as she went off to wander into her own corridors. Y/n stepped into her room, her things in the boxes and laid out amongst the room. The superhero cut through the tape fairly easily with Menace's help and began unpacking. First, it was a few photos of her birthday celebration back in France. 

Second, some of the little scraps that Faye decided to collect and paste into a scrapbook. Y/n had forgotten that she'd packed it since Faye ran out of space in her own luggage, the girl tempted to give it back to the original owner. She dismissed the task as too awkward and promised herself to give it back a bit later.

Her heart dropped at the familiar binder full of the small and precious memories. Some of the pictures were still intact, others tilted or hanging off due to the glue drying over time. Some pictures were even stained because of the youngest's accidental tea spill back in the living room of their shared home. Y/n missed it, clutching it closely.

It was pressed against her chest as tears made more marks on it and dotted the rim with darker spots compared to the regular color. The thoughts and memories were an odd taste of bittersweet, similar to dark chocolate, except it left a slightly depressing aftertaste in your mouth. Flipping them, she widely grinned at the drunk Snapchats.

Most of them were from Rudy's party, a high school student who moved to Seattle after his junior year. However, he knew how to throw rad parties. The night was concluded with an intoxicated Y/n and Charlie, a classmate by the name of Sadie having to help them out in the end. It was teenage fun; reckless, harmful, and spirited. It was them.

A light, familiar knock snapped her out of her trance of sadness. She didn't turn around, mumbling a quiet compliance to the request to enter. With Peter's spider hearing, he overheard it and opened it silently before walking towards her. He looked at the book that she held dearly and closely to her figure as he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, he distracted her and referred to the unopened boxes. "How about we start filling all this empty space up in here, yeah?" She feebly nodded, slowly setting it down amongst other items before organizing the other things that remained in the same box she'd opened just ten minutes ago.

Peter sighed, looking around the room. Save for the windows and bedding, everything needed to be put back in its previous place. Thinking, he chewed on his bottom lip. This will definitely take a while.