Marvel One-Shots! (Discontinued)

My best defense (Peter ParkerxF!Reader)

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"Peter, look at me! My best defense is a baseball bat!"

"Incorrect. Your best defense is me. And I'm not letting go. I'll never let you go."

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You looked out across the skyline of New York from the top of Avengers Tower. It was your city. The city you had fallen in love with. The city you had lost and found yourself in. The city you fell in love in. That city.

So, as you can imagine, seeing it most of it going up in flames wasn't a very welcome sight.

You clutched your baseball bat to your chest, searching for any sign of your dad or boyfriend fighting the... monsters? below.

"C'mon... c'mon..." you muttered, panic overtaking your senses. "Dad! Peter!" You hollered, voice breaking. "Please. Please be okay. Please." You begged, sinking to your knees.

You knew you had signed up for this when you started dating Peter; the idea of losing him in battle. Your dad, too. Being a hero was dangerous, and you knew that every time either of them left could've been the last time you ever saw them. But you always thought there would be closure. You would be able to tell when they left you. You would get to say goodbye. Hold them one last time.

This was none of those things. This was torture.

Trying to keep yourself from crying, you lifted a shaky hand to your earpiece. "This is Agent Y/n Barton." You all but sobbed. "Report."

"This is Agent Clint Barton. Was that Y/n?! Where the hell are you?! Who gave you an earpiece? I told you to stay at home!"

"This is Stark to Agents Mini-Barton and Dad-Barton. I gave her one. Don't freak, Clint."

You relaxed slightly, hand over your heart. "That's two." You mumbled.

"Tony! I told you specifically to not get her involved in this superhero shit!"

"Language." Steve barked.

"I think I get to say the word shit when my daughter is in danger, Steve-"

"Y/n?" Peter's soft voice filled your ears. You kissed the promise ring that sat atop your finger, silently thanking whatever gods you could think of as tears streamed down your face. Your dad stopped. "Y/n, where are you? I'm on my way."

"Peter, stop, it's okay. I'm fine. Keep fighting." You whispered, all fear diminished from your mind.

"Yeah. If anyone's going to get my daughter, it's going to be me." Clint snapped. "How do you even know her?"

You cringed inwardly. "Dad-"

"No, no, let the Spider-Kid speak. I'll wait."

"Dad, aren't you all kind of busy? You know, with New York being on fire and attacked from all angles?" You laughed, trying to rub the saltwater off your cheeks.

"Right. We're talking about this later, Y/n. Also you're grounded. From everything. Forever."

And he disconnected.