avengers imagines smut/fluff/angst

someone to stay

i sat on the park bench, rain dribbling down my face, beating me down. i was left alone, out in the cold yet still clinging to the remains of my broken home. the screams from my father still echoed around my head, the hurls of abuse pricking tears at my eyes. i felt the physical weight in my chest, the immense hurt gnawing at my ribs to get to my heart. the wind swirled around me, darkness beginning to swallow me whole. my eyes scanned the park, not a single person remained. the rain continued to pour, soaking me completely. i couldn't distinguish between my tears and the droplets of rain. out of no where, i felt a slump as someone sat on the bench next to me. "hey" a soft voice sounded. i didn't look to see who it was, blinded by my own self hatred and loneliness. "you okay?" the voice sounded again. i paused for a moment before shaking my head. "here, let me try and take you to your home" it said as i turned to look at who it came from for the first time. it was a young boy, maybe a year older than me, with curly brown hair and bright, smiling eyes. "i don't have one" i whispered, turning back away. "oh" he murmured. the strange boy remained for a few moments, staring at my broken state. he placed his hand on top of mine and i flinched away. he persisted until i gave in and let him hold my hand. "come on" he said, pulling me up from the bench. "excuse me, what are you-" i began to question before he cut me off. "i'm taking you home, you need a bath and a hot meal. and obviously a place to stay. lets go pretty girl" he grinned, pulling me along in the rain. after a moments hesitation, i remembered i had no where to go. with the rain pouring harder and harder, we began to run as i started my adventure. he dragged me around the streets until we reached an apartment block. "my aunt is staying with her boyfriend so you can stay here tonight!" he smiled, unlocking the door and leading me inside. he gave me a bed as well as a bath and hot meal as promised. "my name's peter, by the way".
timeskip; 3 years
"peter, come and help me with the pork!" a voice sounded from downstairs. with a soft kiss on my head, my boyfriend ran to help his aunt with our dinner. i stayed by the window, watching as the water droplets trailed down the glass. my mind flashed back to three years ago, the night in the rain. i ran through my memories, that night, peter trying to convince aunt may to let me stay with them, our first date, when i met the avengers of all people, the first time he swung me around new york- an experience i will NEVER forget, our first anniversary. today was our third anniversary. i let the tears roll down my face, hearing peter's steps back up the stairs. "dinners ready baby" he called, coming to sit beside me when i didnt reply. "y/n?" he questioned. i lay my head on his shoulder. "why'd you help me pete, all those years ago. why'd you let me in?" i asked through sniffs and sobs. "y/n. you were alone, left out in the cold. you were clinging to the ruin of your broken home. you were too lost and too hurt to carry that load. and we all need someone to hold, we all need someone to stay. you asked me, will you fix me up? will you show me hope? can you keep me close and love me most? and what did i say? i said yes. i love you y/n and no one deserves to go through what you went through. if i can be your home, i'll be the person that stays" he smiled and kissed my lips softly. "now, little duck, the roast dinner is getting cold and i'm not looking to be chased around with a fork by may again"
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a/n
cute