Peter Parker Imagines

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Requested by rxvenclxaws   ! The main character's name is Alana Presley Tyler! Also this request is about the MC getting a panic attack, and I'm proud to represent someone who has one, because I myself have sever anxiety. It prevents me from doing a lot of things ranging from going out to a friends house to not being able to eat at the dinner table because there are too many people. Please, if you know anyone with anxiety, reach out to them, or if you yourself have anxiety I am always here to talk to.

"Hey, Alana! There's a new mission that's urgent, get up!" Peter called, knocking on her door while she was sleeping. She was startled awake and quickly got up, opening the door for him while rubbing her eyes.

"What?" She mumbled while swinging the door open, and he pounced in excitedly, making her instantly become alert.

"What's happening?"

"Stark is entrusting us with going on an urgent mission! Suit up, let's go!" He yelled excitedly, jumping up energetically while she narrowed his eyes at him, "He would never do that if it was urgent. Quit scamming me, Pete, I'm going back to bed."

Alana Presley walked back over to her bed, but the boy grabbed her wrist and yanked her back up, then grabbed her waist and made her jump around with him, "It's a miracle, he's actually letting us go on an urgent mission by ourselves! Wake up, suit up! We're leaving in three minutes!"

He let go of her and sprinted out of the room with a cheer, and she rolled her eyes. Stark's definitely scamming us.

Only that wasn't the case.

The girl was standing in a thick forest, trees blocking her view of everything. Peter was leading the way to the HYDRA base, his hands touching every single tree he goes past.

"Where are we again?" She asked, stepping over a poison ivy bush. "Somewhere downtown, but still in Queens. Damn, didn't know New York had so much shrubbery. There are so many thorns!"

"You fight crime for a living but you're concerned about thorns?" She sassed, rolling her eyes while treading behind him. He flipped her off and continued to walk, and she laughed.

Another ten minutes passed before she sighed, saying, "This suit is latex and I'm really starting to sweat, are we there yet?"

"I wonder why Stark doesn't let you go on missions alone."

"Low blow."

It remained silent from there and on, she just followed him even deeper into the forest, the trees getting denser with each step.

"What are we supposed to find?" She asked. "Some kind of warehouse. He said to capture every single person inside, no one dies."

Another wave of silence, their footsteps and the wind the only audible noises. She jumped down a log and looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing on a branch that was suddenly swaying.

"Peter." She hissed, stopping and turning her whole body around. He turned to look at her, confused, "What?"

"That branch moved, their was no wind." She responded, slowly walking over to it, fully alert while bending over to examine the area. "Foot tracks." She said, grazing her fingers over them, "They're fresh. Someone's following us."

Suddenly Peter was being thrown back, a surge of energy casting him away. She turned to the source to see a man holding a gigantic gun-looking machine on his shoulder, getting ready to pull the trigger once more.

She quickly outstretched her arms as powerful waves of sapphire roared from her palms, making nearby trees shake and the man fall to the ground, blue engulfing him and making him spasm.