#scarlet witch x spiderman reader

[therealdisneyfan2319]

The Spider and The Witch Chapter 5: The Last Day and The Apology

Summary: When the mission goes wrong, Y/N makes a choice about his future as an Avenger.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: I'm back from depression cave. I'm going to be more intentional in continuing this story and writing fanfic in general. Please enjoy :)

The timing of the scene in front of you was impeccable.  The grenade exploded at precisely the right moment.  The pressurization of the building coupled with the spark made an incredibly loud boom as the explosion caused the building to collapse in fire and brimstone.  Debris fell around you as you flew back from the sheer force of the concussion.  You hit the concrete with a thud, coughing and sputtering as the wind was knocked out of you.  Every inch of your body hurt: a high-pitched screech echoed through your ears and completely dulled your sense of time and space.  Groaning, you tried to roll over and push yourself up, but before you realized what was happening you felt yourself once again being whipped into the air.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” an anguished voice cried out from the dust and ashes.  “WHAT DID YOU DO?”  

Wanda wrapped her magical tendrils around you, throwing you up in the air as she flew towards you.  While dust and ashes clouded your vision, her scarlet eyes were undeniably clear.  There was no denying Wanda’s anger.  She had just seen her brother blow up in front of her.  

“Wanda, put Y/N down!” Steve shouted as he sprinted toward the burning debris.

“HE KILLED PIETRO, I’LL KILL HIM!” she screamed, her voice raw with anger.  Everything suddenly became unbearably hot as the world closed in around you.  Yet just as soon as you realized you were levitating in midair you found yourself abruptly crashing back to earth.  The shock of hitting the ground knocked the wind from your lungs and you fell on your knees, coughing and sputtering for breath.

“That’s enough, Maximoff,” Tony scolded as he lowered his sonic wrist propulser.  “I promised May I’d get him back to New York in one piece.”

Wanda heaved heavily on her hands and knees, her gasps interspersed with sobs.  Natasha sprinted over to her.  She wrapped her arms around her as Wanda sobbed into her shoulder.  Steve and Bucky worked their way toward the burning building while Rhodey and Sam flew overhead searching for any signs of Pietro.

Clouds of dust settled over the chaotic war scene.  Your entire body shook as a wave of guilt washed over you.  The last thing you remember seeing before everything went black was Pietro opening the door to the building.  The next memory was a blinding flash of light, the sound of a thousand cannons, and the putrid stench of sulfur.

Oh no, you thought as everything started to add up.  Fear coursed through your veins, the thought of having killed Pietro tying your stomach into knots.

“When I said you could shoot a few webs at the bad guys, this isn’t what I meant,” Tony said as he trudged toward you over the field of debris.  “What happened?”

“I…I dunno.  You guys went after the six that I saw, but then Karen spotted three more and I didn’t think you could get to them in time so I went after them myself.  I thought I got them but…” you trailed off, staring at the burning building in front of you.  “Where’s Pietro?”

“They’re looking for him right now,” Tony explained.  “Redwing’s scanning the area.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.  There was no way that a simple apology would be enough to make up for the mess you made.

“I know, kid.  I know,” Tony sighed.  

Before you could muster another apology, Steve jogged over toward you and Tony.  He was sweaty and dirty, his crisp blue and white uniform covered in blood and dust.  A sense of trepidation hung in the air as he approached Tony, who subtly flinched at Steve’s appearance.  

“Sam found him.  Call Cho.  Let her know we’re on our way back.  We need her ready and waiting when we get back.”  He turned to look at Tony, casting an icy glare in his direction.  “I told you the kid wasn’t ready,” he replied coolly.   Steve was right: Tony threw you into a completely unpredictable situation and expected that you’d know how to react.  

“Try not to be too hard on yourself.  We got Speedy.  That’s all that matters,” Tony told you as Steve walked away.

“I put the whole mission at risk,” you answered.  It took every ounce of strength left to push yourself up from the ground.  It felt like you’d been run over by a truck and then some.

“Y/N-”

“Steve was right.  You should’ve left me back at the compound.”

******

“What do you mean you quit?!” Tony looked at you with an expression of shocked contempt as you dropped your suit on his desk.

“I quit,” you reaffirmed.  “It’s my fault that Pietro got blown up-”

“He’s got all his limbs.  Dr. Cho’s printing the sheets of tissue for the burns. He’ll be back up in speedster shape in no time.”

“That’s not the point, Mr. Stark.  The point is my mistake nearly got someone killed.  I don’t know if I could live with it if he died, and if it happens again…I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life with that weighing on me, you know?”

Tony stared at you as his mind moved at a thousand miles a minute trying to process what exactly you were saying.  The gears in his mind cranked and squeaked while he struggled to figure out the right thing to say.  He stroked his goatee, twisting around in his overstuffed chair while he thought of what to say.  Finally he stopped, tapping his fingers on the armrest as he cocked an eyebrow.  

“Don’t you want to be a doctor?”

“What?”

“That’s what you told me the first time we met.  You want to go to med school, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Doctors lose patients all the time.  You gonna quit the first time one of your patients bites the dust?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”  Tony stumped you with that question.  

“Well-”

“You do everything by the book, a perfect surgery, and for whatever reason your patient doesn’t wake up.  You just gonna quit then, kid?”

“But that’s different.  That’s not my fault if a patient doesn’t wake up.  Pietro getting blown up is my fault.  I don’t want anyone’s blood on my hands.”

“Loss is a part of the job, Y/N.  Hell, it’s part of life.  All of us here accept that.”

“Being a doctor and being a superhero are two different things in my mind.  I can’t…look Mr. Stark, I appreciate the opportunity to come and train with you and the rest of the team.  It’s been a really eye opening experience, but this isn’t for me.  I’m sorry about what happened to Pietro.  I really am.  I know Wanda’s, umm, I know she’s pretty angry with me and I know she has every right to be.  I mean I almost killed her brother.  I don’t want to mess up the team’s dynamic any more than I already have.  I’d rather go out on top, you know?  No one else can get hurt if I leave.  I’m sorry, but I’m not going to change my mind on this one.”

The tension between you and Tony was palpable.  Anxiety twisted your stomach in knots as you felt him bearing into your soul.  

“Fine,” he finally relented, pushing his chair away from the desk.  “You’re a big boy.  I can’t make you stay if you don’t want to.  So I’ll just take that then if you’re sure…you are sure you don’t want to do this, right?”  You nodded emphatically as Tony sighed and rubbed his temples.  “Did you call May yet?”

“I was gonna shoot her a text-”

“I’ll call her.  Never pass up an opportunity to talk to that woman,” he chuckled.  “Look, I get that everything’s a bit raw now, but the offer still stands.  If you ever feel the urge to swing around in spandex again just give me a call.  Or if you need an internship or a reference for med school or something.  I’ve got some pull with the Harvard-MIT Program.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.  Really.  It means a lot to me.”  He shook your sweaty hand firmly.

“You pack your things already?”

“Not yet.”

“Alright, you go pack, I’ll call May.  Should be good to go in a couple of hours.”  You turned around, reaching for the doorknob.  “Shut the door on your way out, will you?” Tony hollered from behind the desk.

******

May was only a half hour or so out from the compound by the time you finished packing up the last of your stuff.  You would’ve been done sooner had Vision not phased through the wall to confirm the validity of the rumor that you were indeed leaving the Avengers.  He proceeded to talk your ear off, philosophizing something fierce about the ideas of moral duty and responsibility.  It wasn’t quite clear what the point of the conversation was.  Still, you thanked him for his advice and awkwardly stared as he once again phased out of the room. 

You took one final sweep around the room for anything you might’ve left behind.  Once you were sure it was clear, you made your way through the maze of hallways and staircases to, not the main entrance, but the infirmary.  Pietro was still undergoing daily treatment at the hands of Dr. Cho.  While it looked like he would pull through, it was going to be a long road to recovery.  He suffered from burns all over his body, broken bones, and a concussion amongst a myriad of injuries.  The thought of leaving without apologizing to him made you sick to your stomach.  So instead of waiting for May in the bitter January wind, you decided that your time would be better spent trying to make amends for your mistake.

The infirmary was a dark, cold space.  It didn’t promote any sense of healing or comfort in your opinion.  The hallways were dark, the furniture was dark, the Stark Tech that filled every room was buzzing with excitement but was also dark.  This was definitely not the way to run any sort of hospital wing.  

Your stomach tied itself in knots the closer you got to Pietro’s room.  There was no way to predict how he’d react to seeing you for the first time since the moment before he got blown up.  For a split second you thought about turning around.  Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.  Yet deep down you now you’d never get a good night’s sleep unless you apologized for your major goof up.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly as you pushed the door open.  You were relieved to see Pietro was conscious, albeit hooked up to almost a dozen machines.  But your heart stopped the second you saw Wanda sitting next to her brother’s bedside.

“Get.  Out.” Wanda snarled, her eyes burning bright red.  You gulped hard, nearly tripping over your feet as you stumbled out of the doorway into the hallway.  There was no way in hell you wanted to be at the receiving end of another one of her outbursts.  “Don’t you dare-”

“It’s okay,” Pietro gasped.  His voice was ragged and raw from the smoke and ash he inhaled after the building collapsed.  The harshness to Pietro’s voice made you squirm. 

“Pietro-”

“It’s okay,” he repeated.  “He can come in.”  

Wanda’s eyes slowly melted back to their original shade of green although you could’ve sworn there was still a glimmer of fire smoldering somewhere in there.  You slowly slunk into the room, heartbeat pounding in your throat as you inched toward Pietro’s bed.

“Hey,” you gulped.

“Hey,” Pietro said, his lips curling into a weak grin as he tugged on his sister’s sleeve.  “Can you give us a minute?”  Wanda started to protest, but he shut her down with another tug on her sleeve.  “Please?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll be fine.  Not like he can blow me up again, right?” he chuckled.  Wanda shot daggers into your soul with her glare.  She stormed out of the room but not without stopping inches away from your body.  

“Hurt him again and you’re going home in pieces, understand?” she gritted through clenched teeth.  You nodded overenthusiastically.  The witch pushed by as she stormed out the door.

“Sorry about her.  She’s a little protective,” Pietro apologized weakly.

“I can see that,” you mumbled.  You were still staring through the doorway.  

“I can’t blame her.  It’s been just us for a long time.”

“She mentioned that”

“Our parents were killed when we were ten.  One of Tony Stark’s bombs crashed through our apartment building.  We were trapped for two days, waiting for it to go off.  It didn’t, but after that we shuffled through orphanages until we ran away to join HYDRA.”

“Peter never mentioned that.”

“Ehh.” Pietro shrugged.  “My sister doesn’t like to talk about it much.  HYDRA wasn’t kind to either of us.  I’m not one for revenge, but she took it the second she could.”

“So the whole thing about her puppeteering corpses-”

“Not one of her better moments,” he chuckled weakly.  “Wanda’s not a bad person, she’s just a protector.”

You stared down at your shoes, feeling immensely guilty for everything that happened.  Your ineptitude nearly cost Wanda everything she had left.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you apologized.  

“Why are you sorry?” Pietro cocked an eyebrow.  “This isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah it is.  I should’ve seen he had the grenade on his belt.”

“If you hadn’t webbed him to the building a lot more of us would’ve been hurt.  And there’s a chance they would’ve gotten away with the virus if it wasn’t for you.”

“But you got blown up!  That’s on me!”

“Occupational hazard.  Could’ve happened whether or not you were with us or still on the Quinjet.”

Nothing you could say would change Pietro’s mind, or Tony’s for that matter: this was a mistake.  It wasn’t your fault.  That was easy enough for them to say: they weren’t the ones who dealt with the gnawing guilt.

“I told Mr. Stark that I’m.  May’s on her way here now.”

“Oh.”  Pietro’s face dropped as soon as he realized what you were saying.  “That’s sad.  I like you.  You’re a good guy.”

“I just don’t want to be a superhero.  Besides, the semester’s starting soon and I’ve gotta get back to the city.”

Pietro leaned back on his pillow.  He looked out the window, not saying anything as he let out a raspy sigh.  The room was uncomfortably quiet, save the beeping of all the various machines keeping Pietro stable.  Figuring that was the end of the conversation, you awkwardly turned around intent on leaving when a quiet voice spoke into the emptiness:

“She doesn’t hate you.  She’s mad that she couldn’t stop it herself.”

******

“Are we going to talk about it?” May finally asked about an hour into your drive back into Manhattan.  

“I’m not really sure what there is to say, May.  I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“Woah woah woah.  I’m not mad at you.  If you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to, but I’d like to know just what the hell happened on that mission.”

“Pietro went boom.  Well, the building went boom with Pietro in it.”

“And it’s your fault because-?”

“I didn’t see that the bad guy had a grenade strapped to his belt.”

“And he set it off?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t see how that’s your fault.”

“I should’ve noticed that!  I didn’t and Pietro nearly died!”

“But he didn’t, Y/N.  Tony’s right, this isn’t your fault at all!”

“Look, May, I just want to go back to school.  I don’t want to be Spider-Man or whatever.  I just want to be normal.” 

You were completely exasperated with everyone’s insistence that Pietro’s blood wasn’t on your hands.  It was aggravating, irritating to say the least.  Why was everyone so insistent that YOU become the next Spider-Man?  Weird enhanced powers were one thing…you could manage those.  But all the other stuff?  Absolutely not.  All you wanted was a quiet, normal, peaceful life.  

May didn’t respond.  She inhaled sharply, nodded, and slowly turned the radio back up.  You rested your head against the window, watching as the luscious green valley slowly morphed into the familiar hustle and bustle of Manhattan.  You were finally going home.

[romanoffshouse]

Peter: Heyyo!

Wanda: Heyyyyyy!

Thor: Greetings, humans from earth.

Natasha: Three kinds of people.

Yelena: I want Mac and Cheese.

Natasha: Four kinds of people.

Tony: WHAT’S UP IDIOTS?

Natasha: Five kinds of people.

[rxmqnova]

Peter: H-how do you ask someone out?

Y/N: Well, first-

Wanda: Don't ask her, she asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Peter: … And you said yes?

[supercap2319]

"Michelle's Halloween party is next weekend, right?" Y/N asked as Peter lazily threw popcorn into his mouth. They were watching the new Pet Semetery on Paramount.

Peter looks away from the screen. "Yeah, why?"

"I was wondering if I could.... You know.... Wear your Spiderman costume?"

"You want to dress up like Spiderman?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. Spiderman is a very popular costume right now. I mean I might have to fix the part in the ass ,since you have a bubble butt, but.... can I?" Y/N begs.

Peter blushed. Why did everyone think he had a peachy bubble butt? Everyone knows that makes you a bottom, and Peter Benjamin Parker wasn't a bottom. At least, that's what he likes to tell himself. "Sure, but I only think it's fair I get to wear your Scarlet witch costume too."

"With the matching hood?"

"With the matching hood."

[foxcantswim]

Who Are You? || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Y/N is in love with Wanda... But Wanda is in love with Spider Noir. The thing is, Y/N and Spider Noir are the same person - But Wanda doesn't know that. Y/N has a secret identity to uphold.

F!Spider!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Everyone lives AU - Set after DS:MoM)

Chapter 2

Words: 3.1k Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Wanda needing a hug(she needs a hug in every fic tbh), Mention of blood, Very mild language

The day you met the Avengers, your life changed forever.

You were swinging across the city minding your own business. There had been no threats in the past few weeks so you enjoyed your freedom as you swung through the air. You hadn't expected anything to go wrong today... That was when your spider sense tingled, but you were too late to react as a blast of red flooded your vision - You were still working on controlling and understanding your powers so you didn’t really know how to react to your spider sense. You braced for impact as you smacked into the side of a building and tumbled down to the ground, you crashed down in between a bunch of trash cans in a dirty alleyway.

Groaning, you allowed your vision to readjust. You were about to stand but a familiar hammer was held down on your stomach, preventing you from standing.

"State your business here!" a loud voice spoke, making your head ring. You finally noticed who was hovering above you.

"I-I-" you started, unsure of how to react to an Avenger hovering above you.

"Jane!" another voice exclaimed as footsteps approached, "Let them up, they're just a kid."

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Jane sighed, "You were the one who made the order to take them out of the sky in the first place. You can fly and yet you get others to do your dirty business," she reluctantly lifted her hammer. That was when the other person leaned down to offer you a hand, you gladly took it - letting out a groan of pain once you were on your feet.

"Well, Mighty Thor... I didn't expect Wanda to hit her so hard," he replied before turning towards you, "Sorry about that. I'm-"

"The new Captain America: Sam Wilson," you breathed out, waving his hand away, "Yeah, I know who you guys are."

He let out a chuckle, "Of course you do."

You finally felt a surge of annoyance, "Why did you shoot me down?"

"It was a bit unnecessary..." someone else muttered as they appeared from around a nearby corner.

"You agreed to it!" Thor scoffed.

Your breath caught in your throat, your annoyance surprisingly disappeared. You finally knew who had actually took you out of the sky... The one and only Scarlet Witch. Wanda. You were glad that your mask was hiding your blush. You had had a stupid 'celebrity crush' on her for a while now... And now you were actually here in the flesh with her. You noticed her darkened fingers. You had briefly heard about what she had been through recently but nothing concrete.

"Sam insisted," she tried to reason. She then came over to you, "Sorry for hitting you a bit too hard. I-I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Water under the bridge," you nodded, "Already forgotten. Nothing my rapid healing can't handle."

Thor and Sam looked at you in confusion.

"O-Oh?" Wanda smiled, "I'm still sorry, but... Sam thought you were a threat. Well, assuming you aren't a threat?"

"Not a threat, promise," you reassured them.

"Good," Sam stepped forward, "We've already got our own Spiderman. I'm surprised we haven't seen you around before."

"I've had these powers for a long time now, I've only recently found the courage to learn how to use them. I only deal with petty thefts here and there, nothing too extreme," you explained, "I don't think I could handle anything like you guys do."

Thor finally smiled, understanding that you were indeed not a threat, "I'm sure that's not true. Maybe we could help you?"

Your heart was beating at an incredible rate. Were the Avengers really offering you a position?

Sam folded his arms, "It's up to youuu... What was your name again?"

Gulping, you hummed, "Erm... My name is..." you paused as your thought. You hadn't really thought about a name before. Your spider suit was pretty similar to Spider-Man's but it was pure black with purple accents, "Spider Noir."

"Spider Noir?" Thor questioned, "That's pretty similar to Black Widow."

"Well, that's my name," you stood by your choice.

"I meant your real name," Sam sighed.

Shaking your head, "No can do. Secret identities and all that." You had learnt that it would probably be a lot safer in the long run if you remained anonymous.

"I like it," Wanda assured, "Mysterious."

"Th-Thanks," your wide smile was hidden by your mask.

That was the day your life as an Avenger began. Sam had offered you to swing by the rebuilt Avengers compound whenever you were free. He was happy to get Spiderman, who you soon learned was Peter Parker, to help you. You were surprised that everyone in the Avengers knew Spiderman's identity, but that wasn't enough to convince you to reveal your own.

By a stroke of luck, you managed to nab yourself a job at the Avengers compound amongst some other applicants. You applied using your real name, not your alias. You wanted the Avengers to get to know the real you without revealing that you were Spider Noir. You definitely didn't want Wanda to get to know you, that was definitely not the reason why you applied- no not at all...

"So for your first order of business, Y/N," Tony said as he headed towards your desk, papers in his hands, "Sam and Steve want you to keep an eye on the security cameras we've installed around the city. Once there's a threat, all you have to do is press this button," he pointed a finger down at a button on your keyboard, "And one of us will come over and check out the footage ourselves. Steve will decide who goes."

"A bit of a big job for me for my first day, don't you think?" you replied, nervously.

He smirked, "Well if you don't think you can handle it..."

"No no no," you quickly said, "I can handle it, I'm just... Nervous, I guess?"

"Understandable," Tony nodded, "Wanda and Clint will be around if you need anything," he turned to leave but quickly raised a finger, "Oh! And don't be alarmed if you hear any explosions. I heard the Guardians would be back later on today and everyone knows how those guys can get."

You hadn't met the Guardians as Spider Noir yet, you were a little excited to say the least.

You were grateful that you had an office to yourself, the rebuilt Avengers compound was much larger than the previous build so they had more rooms to fill. The view out of your window was wonderful, you could see a big fountain and a huge area covered in nothing but sand - you assumed that it was some sort of training area.

The day was going smoothly, nothing appeared on any of the screens apart from a couple shop thefts which were quickly handled by local police.

"How's it going?" A voice caused you jump.

"Oh! Miss Maximoff!" you cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn't recognise your voice, "It's erm. Going well! Y-Yeah! No crimes to report."

She stood in the open doorway, "Please. Call me Wanda. Tony told me to check on you and how you were handling things."

"Haven't needed to press that button, yet," you replied, motioning towards the keyboard, "Police have taken everything into their own hands today."

"That's good. It's nice to have a break now and then."

You tried your best to keep your eyes off of Wanda, your brain turned to mush around her. You had worked as an Avenger for a couple months as Spider Noir now, her and Peter Parker had quickly become close with you - both were happy to help you grow and master your powers. Peter accepted because he was excited to have another spider-related hero on the team. Wanda accepted because she felt awful for knocking you out of the sky a little too harshly. You weren't complaining.

The day was quickly coming to an end, still no threats had presented themselves. Well, apart from the threat of the Guardians as they had crashed their ship into a nearby lake. You were sort of glad that nothing actually bad had happened on your first day.

Or so you thought...

You flicked to another camera and your eyes widened. There was a huge fire engulfing a tall hotel building, fire-fighters were trying their best to extinguish the flames. It was obviously not going too well. You looked over at your other monitor and flicked it on before searching the for recent news.

And there it was. The fire had already been posted onto numerous news websites, showing that the fire was only getting bigger and there were still civilians trapped inside.

Now this was a threat. You quickly hit the button.

In no time, Clint headed into the room, "I saw the news," he said, leaning in to look at the security camera footage, "Steve is gonna send out-"

"I'm going to make a call to Noir. It could be a good chance for some training for her," Steve said, appearing in the doorway. He put a finger to his earpiece, "Wanda, Tony, you're up. I'll send you the details."

You gulped hard once Steve headed down the hall.

"Your shift's almost up, kid," Clint said, "Just need you to have one last quick look and sign these papers to say you've checked each camera one last time. Just hand the paper off to me or Bruce."

"Y-Yes, I will."

He smiled before exiting the room.

"Shit," you muttered, quickly turning back towards the screen. You flicked through the cameras, checking off each box on the papers as you looked at each one, "Come on, come on," you said, trying to finish up as fast as possible.

Once you were done, you ran over to the door and slammed it shut - you then looked out of the window to make sure nobody was around. You tapped a button on your metallic wristband which was concealed under your sleeve, your suit soon materialised over you. Pushing the window open, you hopped out - making sure to grab the papers before leaving. You swung off one of the outside walls before throwing the papers expertly through a window, they landed on Bruce's desk. You were thankful that he wasn't currently in the room.

Now it was time to head towards the threat.

An alert popped up in your mask, announcing that Steve was trying to contact you.

"Already on the way!" you announced upon answering him.

"You saw the news then, I take it," he replied, "Be careful out there, Noir. Wanda and Tony are almost there. I'll send in Thor and Jane if you guys need any more backup. Just get the civilians out and let the authorities take care of the fire."

"Got it, boss," you said before he hung up.

Landing on a building close to the fire was the best way to get a look at what you were dealing with. The sound of thrusters caught your attention.

"What are we lookin' at here?" Tony landed next to you. Wanda soon landed on your other side.

"Unknown amount of civilians still inside," you said with urgency.

"I'll take the higher floors," Wanda decided, “So much for that break...” she sighed before leaping off the building and flying towards the top of the hotel. You couldn't help but stare as she ascended.

Tony tapped a button on his wrist, "I'll see if I can put out some of the fire to help you guys. I'll scan each floor for lifeforms on the way. Good luck, kid," he nodded towards you before boosting off.

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you sprung into action. You prayed that you would be able to rely on your spider sense today.

A window near the middle of hotel was surprisingly not engulfed by flames, you took the chance and dived into one of the hotel rooms. You wasted no time in bursting into the hallway before running down the length of it, kicking down every door in the process to make sure you didn't miss anyone.

"Spiderman?!" a young girl tapped you on the back of your leg. You immediately saw the tears in her eyes.

You quickly picked the child up, sprinting back down the hall, "Call me: Noir," you said. A loud explosion caused you to flinch. Now was the time to get off of this floor. You tried your best not to let the scared child distract you, her scared sobs growing louder in the process.

"I've detected a couple lifeforms near you Wanda," you heard Tony say over comms.

"Already working on it," she replied.

You couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of Wanda’s voice in your ear. 

You regained your composure before heading towards the end of the hall and flung the window open, "Hold on tight, okay?" you said to the girl, not giving her time to respond as you immediately dove out of the window. She let out a shriek as you swung down towards the ground, on the opposite side of the street.

"Thank you! Thank you!" a woman exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as she ran over. Who you assumed to be her husband ran over with her. She grabbed the child and held her close, "W-We got separated in the crowd. I thought-" she said, her breathing ragged.

"It's okay," you said, "We're doing everything we can to get everyone-" you paused, eyes widening.

Spider sense.

A loud explosion occurred at the top of the hotel, causing you to turn and look up. A huge portion of the building was now crumbling down to the ground, "Get back!" you exclaimed, running over to a group of people. You held your hands out and quickly shot a web towards them, you pulled them away from the falling debris just in time.

"Thank you, Spiderman!" a man shouted.

"Call me: Noir!" you exclaimed before looking back up.

"Noir! Wanda's gone silent!" Tony said, "There's a couple lifeforms near the lower levels, I'll take care of them."

"Wanda..." you whispered before quickly flinging your arms upwards. You launched yourself up towards the huge opening in the side of the building. Dark smoke covered the floor, you were glad that your mask ventilated it well, "Wanda!" you called, stepping through flames - trying your best to ignore the heat.

Panic started to flood throughout you. Wanda was definitely on this floor somewhere.

"Wanda!" you called again. You managed to dodge a part of the ceiling falling down along the way.

That was when you noticed a blinding red light appear down the hall. Wanda let out a burst of magic to try and get your attention.

"N-Noir," she said, her voice clearly weak.

She had been completely crushed by the ceiling above her, blood was dripping from her head. You knew that Wanda was strong and one of the most powerful magic users to ever exist, but that didn't stop her from getting hurt.

"I'm here, I'm here!" you said, trying to not let the panic get to you. You headed over towards her, flinging off as much of the debris as you could with your webs, "We've gotta get out of here. Fast."

You put your hands under her arms to help her up, she immediately stumbled into you once she was on her feet.

Wanda started to breath heavily, her eyes started to flutter closed, "Noir..."

"I've got you," you whispered, putting an arm around her waist pulling her close, "Just hold on. Try not to breathe in too much of the smoke."

You made it back towards the opening in the wall as fast as you possibly could, you were putting your full trust in your spider sense at this point as your made your way through the burning building.

"Status on Wanda?" Tony asked.

"She's alive," you replied just before you jumped off the ledge, holding onto Wanda tightly.

"All civilians have been evacuated. I'll help the authorities put the rest of the fire out."

You swung back to the building you had first landed on upon arriving, Wanda immediately crumbled to her knees upon landing, "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" you knelt down in front of her, your hands coming up to her cheeks as your eyes inspected her for any wounds.

"J-Just a bit shaken up," she said before groaning in pain, "I hurt my leg pretty bad, but it'll heal. I have a banging headache too..." From the way Wanda was acting, you assumed that her head wound wasn't too extreme. You would still make sure she got it checked out.

Without thinking, you stroked her cheek with your thumb, "I'm so sorry I didn't get to you quicker."

"It's okay. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you. Thank you, Noir," she smiled.

The pair of you had been staring into at each other for a questionable amount of time, "D-Don't mention it, Wanda," you dropped your hands before standing up to look back towards the hotel. You cleared your throat, "Tony seems to be clearing up the fire pretty well." You were once again grateful that your mask was hiding your reddened cheeks.

"That's good," Wanda said, a little disappointment laced her words as she watched you move further away from her.

You looked over your shoulder towards Wanda, "You need help getting back to the compound?"

Shaking her head, "N-No, it's okay. I just need to take a moment."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind-"

"It's fine," she nodded, "You've done more than enough, really," she continued to reassure you.

"If you're sure..."

"Head down there and make sure everyone's okay. They're the priority."

You're a priority to me...

"Okay," you muttered, "Just take it easy. Please." You jumped off the building and headed down towards the ground.

You failed to notice Wanda's soft smile as she watched you leave.

Thanks for reading!

I've just been so obsessed with Wanda/Elizabeth Olsen recently! I’m a mess....

Chapter 2

[littlepotaaatosimp]

Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Tagged : @deputy-videogamer , @jupitersmoon167 , @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @xenayami , @melday0105 , @oscarissac2099 , @gushers123 , @nervousvlad , @kuinnoa .

Warning : +18 but not a smut , angst , happy ending .

➞ Spoil : Doctor Strange : Multivers of Madness 

[Reader] → AFAB

[Y/N] = Your Name

[E/C] = Eye color

[H/C] = Hair color 

“ I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.” 

Caught up in regret, [Y/N] Maximoff used her telekinetic powers to lift the temple to Scarlet Witch on Mount Wundagore to destroy the Book of the Damned in every universe. She looked up at the sky, tears in her eyes as the walls fell on her. Sacrificing her life so as not to let Scarlett Witch do any more damage not only in this universe but in the entire multiverse.

[Y/N] was in a dark place. She didn't look entirely human, she'd grown a horn and one of her arms looked like it wasn't hers any more, with long claws that could rip anything to shreds. Between her hands floated a sphere of luminous red energy that seemed to absorb the being in front of her, the demon inside her.

“ … You do not possess me, Chthon.” she said in an authoritative voice. “ I possess you…” 

After absorbing the demon, [Y/N] found herself back at the hideout she'd made after fleeing Westview. A small cottage in the middle of the wilderness.

She gazed at the peaceful cottage, her being echoing with a sense of nostalgia. As Maximoff made his way to the front door, he was engulfed by a red light that transformed his suit into a comfortable outfit. She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it to see that everything was as she remembered it.

[Y/N] had to accept the losses she had experienced throughout her life. She had to learn to accept for the sake of the multiverse, for herself but also for the memories she had of her loved ones, gone.

"I have to let them go… I have to grieve…" she whispered, her voice broken by the sadness she felt.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her face crumpled with pain and sadness, as she tried not to think too much about her parents, her twin brother, her ex-husband and her children.

Her parents.

Pietro.

Vision

And Billy and Tommy.

Gone and she has to accept it. She has to accept her loneliness and the fact that she's all alone again. Alone.

She bit her lip as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, falling to her knees as she held her chest, wanting to rip out the organ that was throbbing.

An orange portal opened abruptly, throwing a person back into a universe unknown to him. He stood up to try and use the same portal that had brought him here, only to see it shrink and close right in front of him.

The man grunted in anger as the orange portal closed before turning to try and figure out where he had landed.

"Where am I?" he asked, looking at the watch he was wearing.

"Are you lost?" asked the hologram of a woman emerging from the watch with clear amusement in her voice.

"Tell me where I am." growled the man, clearly unable to take any more of Lily's amusement at his predicament.

"Mister is lost then!" she cooed before laughing at her creator's predicament.

The man's mask began to retract to show his cold, well-sculpted face… He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to take any more of his AI's amused behaviour.

"You are currently on Earth 19999," the AI finally replied before disappearing, without before a sarcastic comment from him about perhaps recruiting the nerd who serves as Spiderman in this universe.

Now, Spiderman of Earth 2099 sighed before starting to walk in any direction, to find someone who could help him repair his watch and finally return home or to Spider-Society. Finally, somewhere he knew.

The further he walked, the deeper he sank into the wildness of the place.

No concrete, just earth. No skyscrapers, just trees.

Then he felt something hit his back, sending him flying a few metres away from where he'd been. He grunted and stood up to see a person floating a few centimetres off the ground, enveloped in red energy.

The two people looked at each other, their eyes red.

The person then stretched out his arm towards the man on the ground, enveloping him in the same energy that was enveloping him and lifting him a few centimetres off the ground.

"Who are you?" the person asked as he conjured up a sphere of energy in his hand, ready for a second salvo of attack. "What do you want from this universe?"

"Spiderman from Earth 2099." he replied as he realised that the person in front of him was trying to protect his universe from an incursion.

"Spiderman?" the person repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

The Spiderman she knew didn't look like that. He was a young adult who had just finished high school. Especially as she still remembered those facial features she saw during the 2014 war against Thanos, after the Blip that had brought back half the universe that had disappeared.

"You're not the Spiderman of this world…" finally understood Maximoff beginning to panic slightly at a possible incursion. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm just looking for materials to repair my watch. It's what's going to get me into my universe or the Spider-Society," Miguel grunted, feeling the energy tighten around his body, choking him slightly.

At this admission, [Y/N] loosened his grip and placed the Spiderman from another universe on the ground. His red eyes dissipated, giving way to magnificent [E/C] eyes. Just like Miguel's, whose red eyes gave way to brown ones.

The two looked at each other, scrutinising each other's every detail.

[Y/N] motioned for Spiderman to follow her, and Miguel did so, always on the lookout for another possible attack. The two walked in complete silence, not talking. The only noise that could be heard was that of nature and their footsteps. After walking for several long minutes, they came to a cottage.

"This is my house…" [Y/N] said simply, breaking the silence between them. She went to the door and opened it, beckoning Miguel to follow her inside.

Miguel was very defensive, not trusting this person. After all, he had just met her and had attacked her earlier. It was with great reserve that he decided to enter. Once inside, he turned his head to see that the cottage was decorated in a rather simplistic way, with a kitchen that was not at all modern.

[Y/N] then took off her long grey woollen waistcoat, revealing a suit of the same colour underneath. She placed her waistcoat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm going to make us some tea while you explain why you're here," she said simply before disappearing into the kitchen.

The man wasn't sure what to do, so he simply looked around with a scrutinising gaze, trying to work out whether the person was an enemy or an ally. After a few minutes looking around, [Y/N] returned with a tray containing two cups and a steaming pot of tea. She placed it on the coffee table in what appeared to be the living room and motioned for Miguel to sit down in the seat in front of her. Miguel simply sat down, looking at the steaming cup.

[Y/N] understanding the reluctance of the man in front of her, simply used her telekinesis to lift the cup and move it in front of the spiderman from another universe.

"It's not poisoned," she said with a small smile, blowing on the cup of hot tea as she watched the man take the flying cup.

Chthon's ship took a sip as she watched the hot liquid in her cup, trying to think of what she could say.

"Your presence here is dangerous to this universe, you know…" she said as she looked the man in the eye.

"That's why I'm looking for a way back to my universe or to Spider-Society."

"Um…" she mumbled as she closed her eyes before opening them again. "You can understand that I can't afford to leave you here at the risk of letting an incursion take place…I'll help you."

Miguel closed his eyes, thanking the person in front of him for his help.

"I'm [Y/N] Maximoff." the person introduced himself with a small smile.

"Miguel O'hara."

" Nice to meet you."

In the days following the meeting between the two people, [Y/N] and Miguel had to go into town to look for any DIY tools or components that the Spider Man from another universe needed to repair his exit key to return to Spider-Society. The ship had used its magic to look different, she didn't want Strange to recognise her after what happened with the multiverse, she was far too ashamed and not yet ready to face the world.

Of course, Miguel didn't know who the warm soul was who had offered to help her and what she had done in life to make her feel the need to change her appearance to go into town.

Together, throughout the days, they were able to buy the materials and DIY tools needed to repair the watch.

The two then returned to [Y/N]'s cottage to begin the repairs.

They were both rather reserved, but as the hours and days passed, they gradually began to talk about their lives, without mentioning their traumas and losses.

One day, [Y/N] had gone to the old house she had shared with Vision and her children in Westview under a new guise, so as not to be recognised by the residents she had put under mental control.

Miguel, who had stayed in the cottage to continue the repairs, got up to fetch a tool. He started walking towards one of the rooms. He turned on the light and saw what appeared to be a room for children. The Spiderman frowned, wondering why [Y/N] had a boy's room in her shawl, did she have children? So where were they?

Questions began to form in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about his daughter, whom he had also lost. Were they the same?

He looked at the photo frames in the room, to see that one of them had a family photo, but not just any family photo. The father had red skin and didn't look human at all, he had a stone embedded in his forehead. Beside him was someone all too familiar to the man, someone with [H/C] coloured hair and [E/C] eyes shining with love and joy, with a sincere smile on her lips. In front of the two adults were two little boys, who appeared to be the children of the two adults behind them, wearing innocent smiles…

When he saw the photo, he couldn't help but feel his heart clench, remembering his life as a father. It seemed that the two of them were more alike than he had imagined. After understanding [Y/N]'s personal situation, he felt anxious and felt his walls, which he had beaten down for several years after the loss of his daughter, crumble at the mere realisation of the common link between the two individuals.

The front door opened to reveal the owner, who was swallowed up by red energy and returned to her usual hair colour [M/C] and big eyes [E/C]. When she returned to the cottage, she saw Miguel's watch in the living room, but she didn't see him in the room, which worried her. She felt her heart pound with concern for the tall man from another universe. She began to search the rooms of the house, only to find him in her boys' bedroom.

"O-oh, what are you doing here?" asked [Y/N] with a small, embarrassed smile and an equally embarrassed laugh.

"Do you have children?" the man asked as he moved closer to the person, his body clearly towering above that of Chthon's ship.

"Wh-"

Miguel showed the family photo to the person who'd taken him in all this time. [Y/N] then realised that he had discovered a part of her that she had wanted to hide. She felt anxiety and fear catch her throat, her heartbeat and breathing quickened. She felt imprisoned, so she staggered out of the room and into the living room. She sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around her body, her nails digging into her skin as tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about her perfect little sitcom life and what she'd lost.

"[Y/N]…" called Miguel in a low voice so as not to provoke a fit from the person.

"I-I had two boys… But…" she began as the tears fell more and more.

Miguel sat down next to Maximoff, trying to cheer her up, clearly understanding her pain at losing someone close to her. That's why he was much more patient with this person than with others. This news about this person had shaken her up. Perhaps he should open up more with the Maximoff.

"I-I lost my daughter too…" admitted Miguel, looking at the photo frame.

"W-what?"

Miguel sighed as he stared at the ground for a minute before looking at the person beside him, the tear marks still visible on his cheeks. He gave her a small smile before glancing at the photo. He then began to recount what had happened. The death of his alternate self, his replacement by himself and life with his daughter, and finally the destruction of this universe, of which he was the main cause.

Listening to the Spiderman's story, [Y/N] grabbed the man's hand to reassure him that she was there. [Y/N] then felt compelled to recount her loss. She could only remember what Vision had told her when she lost her father. He had told her that talking about the loss of Pietro and how she felt would help her grieve.

"Maybe he's right…" she thought wistfully of that moment in her bedroom when she was watching a sitcom with the synthesizer beside her.

The witch took a deep breath and began to tell her story. From the loss of her parents when she was 10, to the loss of her twin brother when she was 18, to Vision when she was 28 and a few weeks later, she had lost the artificial intelligence once again, but on top of that, she had lost both her sons. At 31, driven mad by loneliness and clinging to her memories as a housewife, she decided to kill her other alternative so that she could have her children with her. But it didn't work out that way…

"I want my children with me… But I can't…" she said simply, glancing at Miguel.

You could tell in her voice that she was broken because of the feelings that flooded through her whole being as she recalled the moments she spent with those children in the Westview Anomaly.

She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her woollen waistcoat as she bit her lip to keep from crying more.

"In the end, you and I are almost the same…" Miguel spoke in a gentle voice as he placed his hand on her head.

Sensing the attraction they felt towards each other building to a climax at this point, the two moved closer and their lips touched. At first it was just innocent little kisses, but then the room warmed up and they began to wrestle for dominance. [Y/N] threw her arms around the man's neck to embrace him while Miguel placed his large hands on his hips. The witch straddled him as the session between them grew hotter and hotter.

Miguel, overcome with excitement, lifted the witch's body as the kiss grew hotter. He then made his way to [Y/N]'s bedroom, laying her body down gently before undressing her with kisses. The man stood up to look at Maximoff's almost naked body. He smiled wryly at this, feeling aroused by the sight of [Y/N]'s flushed face. He then decided to put his head close to her neck, while kissing. He opened his mouth as his canines lengthened before placing them gently on the young witch's neck.

[Y/N] when she felt the canines of the man who was currently dominating her. She squeezed her legs together, feeling aroused by the action. She'd never had sex before, when she was in a relationship with Vision, even to get pregnant there was no need to have had sex. She just wanted to get pregnant and her magic did the rest. Her heart began to race just thinking about what was to come.

One thing led to another and the two of them had sex for several hours.

The sunlight streamed into the woman's bedroom. [Y/N] opened her eyes as she looked around her room and when she turned her head, she saw Miguel O'hara's naked body. At that moment, her heart dropped into her stomach, feeling bad for deceiving Vision. She just felt attached to the artificial intelligence who had been her lover for several years. Panicking, she got up and put on her clothes before heading for the kitchen. She decided to go about her business as usual, as if nothing had happened yesterday. So she just started making breakfast for the two of them.

Miguel O'hara opened his eyes and moved his arm to try and embrace the woman he'd spent the night with, only to be met with emptiness. He moved his head towards the spot to see that [Y/N] was no longer there. He got up and went into the kitchen to see her cooking. He felt his heart melt with tenderness as he watched the scene before him. He decided to move closer and put his arms around her to cuddle her.

"Whoa…" he mumbled in a deep voice as he placed his lips on her neck.

The young woman sighed and removed herself from the man's grasp, confusing him.

"Hello…" she greeted coldly in return.

The man from Earth 2099 couldn't help but be shocked by [Y/N]'s coldness. He frowned.

"Are you all right?"

"Not very well…" she replied before leaving a silence, pondering the words that were to follow. "I-I think the two of us was a mistake…"

This news had the effect of a stone falling on the man.

"W-what?"

"We both come from different universes and especially that you'll soon be leaving me once your watch is fixed… A relationship won't be possible between us…" she admitted, placing both hands on the man's cheeks. "We'd better forget what happened yesterday, it was a serious mistake…"

Having said that, she turned and continued preparing breakfast with a heavy heart.

The day went on just like the first day. The two avoided each other as best they could, trying not to stay in the same place.

Miguel meanwhile threw himself heart and soul into repairing his watch.

While [Y/N] went out more and more to tend to the garden.

They didn't even glance at each other, not wanting to make the atmosphere even more awkward and tense than it already was. They couldn't look each other in the eye without both of them feeling attracted to the other, and especially bad, because [Y/N] was right.

Their love story wasn't supposed to exist, they should never have met in the first place.

Miguel O'hara the Spiderman of Earth 2099 was standing outside the cottage wearing his hero suit as he put his watch on his wrist after 2 months of trying to repair it with what [Y/N] had bought. He turned it on and an orange portal opened in front of him, and he felt sad to be leaving the quiet, peaceful life he'd been able to create with the woman with the hair [C/H]. Deep down, he hoped that the woman would come and stop him leaving her, but it was best for his world. Sensing something behind him, he turned his head to see someone…

"[Y/N]…" he muttered emotionally, as his mask disappeared.

His eyes boring into the woman's eyes.

The witch was outside, panting as if she'd run a marathon, tears in her eyes as she saw that the man was about to leave her. She knew it was for the good of her land, but she couldn't help feeling selfish and wanting happiness after so much loss. The moment she fell back in love with someone other than her former lover, his presence had to threaten her world. Why did the world make her heart beat faster for a man she knew was impossible to be in a relationship with? If she had been under the Darkhold's control, she herself would have destroyed her universe and the people who live in it just to feel that spark of love. With nothing left to lose, she ran to the spider hero and kissed him fiercely, throwing her arms around his neck to bring her large body closer to his.

At last, after days of coldness, the two shared a fiery kiss that melted all the ice that had built up between them.

After a few seconds, they pulled away, their eyes misty with tears that threatened to fall.

"Miguel… I-I really love you. You're the only one since Vision who makes me feel this way, but… You have to go…" she said, caressing his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I want to love you… But-"

"My presence threatens your world…" finished Miguel, who was just as shocked by what had just happened. "I know…"

The two shared one last kiss, a kiss that felt like goodbye, or rather, farewell…

"Perhaps in another universe, this might have been possible…" said the witch, stroking the hair of the man whose feelings she had just confessed.

"Yes, in another universe it would have worked, mi amore…"

The newly-formed couple walked away from each other, looking at each other sadly, knowing that they were going to have to say goodbye.

Miguel turned his back to [Y/N], slowly approaching the gate. Nearing the thing that would take him home to Spider-Society, he turned his face towards the woman he had grown to love during his time here. He could see that the woman who had helped him, who had taken him in, had her face twisted in sadness, her hands resting on her chest, her hands clenched. The sight also made his heart ache. He too didn't want to leave the woman and this quiet little life.

"You have to go, Miguel…" she said, a broken smile on her lips.

The Spiderman nodded slowly before launching himself into the orange portal, leaving Earth 19999 and the woman who had seduced her, [Y/N] Maximoff.

They both closed their eyes as they began to remember each other's warmth and comforting presence.

"Goodbye, [Y/N] / Miguel."

Days and months have passed since Miguel returned to Spider-Society. Some Spiderman and Spiderwoman seemed reassured by his return for fear that an incursion had been created when he was lost in one of the lands of the vast multiverse. But they couldn't help worrying about the overly calm and distracted temperament of the man who was at the head of this whole organisation that brought together Spidermen from several different universes.

The man couldn't help thinking about the woman he loved. His love for her had begun to intensify since their separation, the need to find her had become stronger and almost anchored in his wildest instincts. He also found himself doing a lot more missions than usual and that's where he finds himself. He was on a mission to try and capture an anomaly that was threatening the tranquillity of the universe in question. As he had the villain between his claws, in the air, he opened his mouth wide, his canines extending to plant them.

When his ears picked up a strange, threatening sound, he turned his head as his mask rematerialised over his face, and he saw some kind of dark creature flying towards him in a threatening manner. He threw the enemy to the ground as he dodged the unknown thing's attack. Once he was a good distance away, he noted the strange, monstrous appearance of the thing. He couldn't work out what the monster was. Miguel lunged at the creature but was quickly pushed back by one of the monster's limbs, catching himself on one of the walls where he dug his claws in to keep from falling. He growled savagely as he shook his head to get his bearings. He looked up to see the monster ready to attack him, but he also saw the creature surrounded by a red energy that stopped him in his tracks. Turning his eyes, he saw a sort of misty red portal and a person emerging from it. Seeing the person, his heart beat faster as his eyes watched every feature of the face of the person who had saved him.

[Y/N] stepped out of the portal she had generated with her magic to see that the demon had indeed been stopped just in time.

"Phew! The others will have to take care of the rest… I can't believe demons escaped from the dark dimension…" she growled, running a hand over her hair.

She then flew close to the monster, who squeaked in fear as he sensed a much more powerful and ancient energy in the witch. Happy that her mission was over so quickly, she took out a kind of telephone that allowed her and her team to communicate even in different universes. Communication was needed on the whereabouts of the demons who had escaped from the dark dimension so that they could be better apprehended and sent back to their own dimension. She let her two team-mates, Doctor Strange and Loki, know that she had caught one of the monsters on the run. Her hands lit up and were engulfed in a red glow and with several hand movements, she created a portal in the same way as the one that had brought her here to send the demon back to its own universe.

"Job done!" she said simply, patting her hands to congratulate herself on a job well and quickly done.

Just as she was about to invoke another portal so that she could finally return home, she felt a presence behind her.

"[Y/N]…"

She turned to see that the person who had called her was the man who haunted her nights and her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as her throat was blocked by the strong emotions she was feeling. Mostly joy and happiness. She flew gently towards the man, afraid that it was just an illusion and that he would disappear, but once her hands were on his broad shoulders, she put her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Y-you're here… You're really here…" she whispered, looking into the man's brown eyes.

"I'm really here, mi amore…" he mumbled in response, placing his lips all over her face.

The two kissed passionately, happy to see each other again after several days, months without the presence of the other by their side and with only memories of them. Now at last they were back together.

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Children

Wanda x reader x Peter

When you were a child, you pictured your life going the way many orphans dreamed of.

Idealistically.

You dreamed of a family picking you, wanting you, and bringing you to a home filled with love and maybe a dog. The white picket fence lifestyle.

When HYDRA picked you, you had been unaware at the time, as had the seventy-four other children, how quickly that dream would shatter.

And, suddenly, the dream became making it to the end of the week.

Surviving the experiments, the torture, and living just a little while longer. Though some days you prayed for death more so than life.

When the Avengers raided the facility just after your fourteenth birthday, and the seventy-fourth child died, you thought you were dreaming.

Even now, two years later, there were days you were sure this was all some sick dream. That you would wake up back in your cell with no chance of a future.

But you didn't. 

Instead, you woke up in your room in the Tower with your big windows, open doors, and a family waiting for you a couple of floors down.

Right now, you had no big dreams for the rest of your life. You did not plan out as you had when you didn't know better.

For now, you were living and enjoying the days as they came.

And you weren't going to let anyone take that from you.

"Nat, give me back the foundation!" You huffed, putting your hands on your hips.

"No. You don't need it. So you can't have it." Natasha told you firmly.

"You know I can just take it from you, right?" You asked, staring at the woman who'd resorted to standing on your bed.

"And I'll kick your ass. Point?" Natasha raised a brow. 

"Nat, I don't have a scarf, and my hair won't cover this." You gestured to your neck. "It's ugly."

"It's a battle scar, and they're never ugly." Natasha corrected you, jumping to the floor. "You got this saving Steve's ass. You don't have anything to hide." She said, brushing the hair from your neck.

"But,"

"But?"

"What if Wanda and Pete don't like it?" You asked, touching the still tender cut.

"Okay, first of all, those two are usually covered in worse than this, okay? And second of all, they won't care." Natasha said, cupping your face in her hands.

"Yeah?"

"They asked you on this date after you'd been sparing with Steve." Natasha reminded you. "You were sweaty and out of breath,"

"I didn't smell great." 

"Probably not. But they still asked you." Natasha said. "You look beautiful, and they're not going to know what to do with themselves."

"Are you sure?" You asked, anxiety making a mess of your stomach.

"Yes," Natasha promised, kissing your temple. "Now, are you ready to watch their jaws drop?"

Non-reader POV

"You two look nice." Steve smiled as Wanda and Peter entered the living room. "Big night on the town?"

"Can you sound any more like a dad, Steve?" Bucky groaned.

"You bring Wanda back by eleven, Parker." Clint reminded the vigilante. "I know where you live, and I know how to get in."

"I stand corrected," Bucky muttered.

"You know we're sixteen, right?" Wanda raised a brow at the archer.

"Oh, it's so cute when they think sixteen is grown up," Tony said, sitting beside Clint. 

"Yeah, well, they go from sixteen to seventeen to eighteen, to out of your life pretty quickly." Clint sighed.

"Isn't your oldest thirteen?" Peter cocked his head.

"The oldest that I know of," Clint said, a shiver running down his spine.

"Anyway," Tony shook his head. "Where are you two off tonight? Do you want to borrow a car? Or Happy?"

"We're okay, Mr Stark. We don't need a car or Happy." Peter was quick to tell the man who was already getting his phone out. "We're going to the restaurant just down the street."

"Ooh, the good one with the good gelato?" Bucky groaned. "Stevie, get me some gelato." He said, hitting the blonde's arm.

"Get your own gelato, punk."

"The place down the street needs a reservation on Friday nights. Aren't you two cutting it close?" Tony asked.

"We have twenty minutes before we need to be there." Peter shook his head. 

"We're just waiting on Y/N," Wanda added.

"I thought you were going on a date?" Bucky cocked his head.

"We are. With Y/N." Peter said, grabbing Wanda's hand as he stared nervously at the Avengers before them.

"Well, shit. I lost that bet."

"Yeah, I had June on the books."

"You bet on us?" Wanda scoffed.

"Ignore them. Congratulations."

"Just remember, kid. If you hurt either of them, we know where you live." Clint threatened, despite the smile on his face.

"Oh, please. My kid is a gentleman." Tony scoffed. "And, in a move very similar to me but doubled, he's picked two women who'll kick his ass for us if he does anything stupid."

"Ahem." Natasha's voice startled the men on the couch, causing them to turn. "If you lot are done, Peter, Wanda, ta-da," Natasha said, stepping aside.

Y/N stood a couple of paces behind where Natasha had been, and Wanda and Peter's jaws dropped.

"Y/N, you look stunning." Wanda smiled, moving towards the girl. 

"Thank you." Y/N blushed. "Sorry, I'm late. Nat had to help me with my hair."

"You're not late." Peter was quick to assure. "We're early. Like so early. We probably rushed a little bit, but we were also nervous. But you could probably tell that because now I'm rambling,"

"Pete," Wanda said, taking the spider's hand with hers. "Breathe."

"Sorry," Peter said after a second to a giggling Y/N.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." She smiled. "You both look really nice. You even match." She pointed to Wanda's dress and Peter's matching bowtie. "I should've asked about the dress code."

"Well, we actually thought about that," Wanda said, using her magic to float a plastic container over to the three of them. "Peter found this, and we thought it might be cute."

"But if you don't want it you totally don't have to wear it," Peter said as Y/N opened the container and gently picked up the red corsage.

"No, I love it." She assured the two. "Help me put it on?" She held out her hand.

"Please, tell me you're filming this." Steve broke the moment. "This is adorable."

"No filming." Wanda groaned.

"Alright, you three better get out of here before one of this lot gets out a camera," Natasha said, ushering the teens to the elevator.

"Be good!"

"Have fun!"

"Be home by eleven!"

"Make good choices!"

Reader POV

"Phil, I appreciate being considered for this, but,"

"It's suicidal." Bucky cut in, scowling at the file in his hand. "She's not going."

"Barnes, you can't make that decision for her." Phil sighed.

"I don't want to do this, Phil." You told the agent. "I'm not an agent. I'm not trained for this. It's nice of Fury to consider me,"

"Nice? He wants you to do this on your own, knowing you have no formal training and that you're a child." The soldier scoffed, throwing the file onto the table and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "If you try and take her, I will take you out." He said, dead-staring the agent in the eyes.

"No one is going to take anyone," Phil promised, raising his hands. "I'm passing on Fury's offer, that's all."

"That's all?" Bucky raised a brow.

"That's all." Phil nodded. "And since you've made it clear how you feel, I'll be on my way." He added, rising to his feet.

"I'm really sorry, Phil." You told the agent.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid." Phil shook his head. "I'll let Fury know your decision." He said before making his way out.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Buck." You said, turning to the man who gave you a smile.

"Anytime, small fry." He knocked your shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you a cupcake."

"You're such a cheater!"

"Just because you don't know the rules."

"We know the rules. You're the one not playing by them."

"The rules of MASH are clear. You have to put a different people for your future spouse." Peter told Wanda.

"And you have to put them individually." You added.

"But this way, I get to have you both. I win, you win, it's fine." Wanda waved a hand. "Besides, you want to talk about cheating and not following the rules? Then who's the one who put a draw two on a draw four?"

"You can!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. "It's somewhere in the rules. I read it once." 

"In a dream, maybe." Peter scoffed. "That is nowhere in the rules, and we are not having this argument again."

"Why, because you know I'm right?" You challenged the spider.

"How did we get to this? We were talking about Wanda cheating." Peter reminded you.

"I am not cheating. I am just making sure I get the future I want." Wanda shrugged. 

"Alright, maybe this is not the best game for us to be playing." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "What's next on your list of things Wanda missed out on?" You turned to Peter.

"I have a list of movies, snack concoctions, a rebellious phase was added,"

"And achieved, I'd say." Wanda cut Peter off. "Why do we have a list again?"

"You wrote the list. You even added 'have a happy childhood' to the top. Which, just proves you've been spending too much time with MJ." You reminded her.

"You know what's not on that list?" Wanda asked as she took the notepad from Peter's hand. "Spend a day with you both."

"I think we've accomplished that many times over," Peter commented.

"Well, don't they say you should always repeat that which you love?"

"Oh, is that why we always end up doing that one position?" You snarked, causing Wanda to snort and Peter to burn red.

"Y/N, you can't say that! Someone might hear you!" Peter hissed, his head snapping to the door as if someone were going to bust through it.

"The only other two apartments on this floor are Nat's and Steve's, and they're out being adults." Wanda reminded Peter.

"What's the matter, Peter? You can do the act, but you can't say it?" You teased.

"I can say it."

"Then say it. Sex."

"Y/N."

"Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex-" You chanted before letting out a squeal as Peter launched across Wanda and tackled you to the bed.

"Peter, don't break the bed again!" Wanda squealed as she ended up smooshed between you and Peter.

"That was an accident!"

"And Steve still won't let us hear the end of it."

"And do you really want to go to Tony and tell him you broke another bed?" 

"No." Peter burned redder than before. "I do not want to have that conversation again." He said, laying down atop the two of you.

"So, what? You're just going to use us as pillows for the day?" You asked, running your fingers through his curls.

"Yep."

"Well, that crosses that off the bucket list." Wanda smiled at you.

"Nice work." Maria complimented, pushing off the doorframe and moving towards where you sat on the ground. 

"Not good enough to win." You huffed, glaring at Clint, who sat opposite, not out of breath in the slightest.

"I've had decades of training, kid. If you'd won, it's because I let you." Clint said, nudging your foot with his.

"And if not for that reason, there'd be a problem," Maria added, sitting beside you. "So, Fury sent me to talk to you."

"Oh my God, seriously?" You groaned, flinging yourself back on the mat. "He knows I'm ignoring him and his emails for a reason, right?"

"That's why he sent me," Maria told you.

"Yeah, well, respectfully, Hill, you can go back to Fury and tell him she's not going on his mission," Clint said, narrowing his eyes at his friend as he shifted to sit at your side. 

"Don't worry, Barton. I already told him." Maria assured the archer. "Every time he's asked me to come and talk to Y/N, I've reminded him she's already given her answer."

"Persisitent fucker." Clint muttered, glaring at the ground. "So, you came here to get him off your back?"

"That and warn you." Maria nodded, looking at you. "He wants you on this mission, kid. I don't know why, but he's not going to stop trying to get you to say yes."

"He can't make me go on this mission, can he?" You asked, looking between the adults.

"He'll get an arrow in his ass if he tries," Clint promised you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

"You're not a SHIELD agent, Y/N. Not even a trainee. Fury can't make you do anything." Maria added. "Even actual agents have the option to say no."

"Right." You nodded, but you weren't convinced. 

"Hey, kid, why don't you hit the showers?" Clint suggested. "You've done enough for the day."

"No, I can keep training." You insisted, jumping to a stand. "I'm good."

"Yeah, well, I'm beat," Clint said. "How about you hit the showers, and after, we'll go for a walk and pick up a pie?"

"Can we take Lucky with us?

"What kind of question is that? Of course, we're taking the dog." Clint chuckled. "Hell, we'll even take Hill with us."

"I am not paying for your pizza, Barton." 

"You crossed the line!"

"Did not!"

"What do you call that? That's the goddam line, Stark!"

"Watch your language! There are children here!"

"Yeah, watch your fucking language, Grandpa!" You snickered as the adults bickered.

"Kids, what's the verdict?" Bruce sighed, looking over to the couch where you, Wanda and Peter sat.

"According to the rules of Wii Bowling," Peter started, reading off his phone.

"And the rules of real bowling," Wanda added.

"Mr Stark's roll is technically disqualified," Peter said, looking up at his mentor with a frown. "Sorry, Mr. Stark." 

"This is bullshit." Tony huffed, collapsing onto a couch with Natasha. "What's the number for Nintendo? I'm calling them and getting them to change the rules."

"What are you going to do? Buy the company and rewrite the rules yourself?" Clint scoffed.

"I'm gonna buy the company and rewrite the rules myself." Tony nodded.

"Nat, please take your turn now before he tries to rewrite history." You groaned.

"Step aside, boys," Natasha said, rising to a stand. "I'm gonna kick Barton to the bottom of the scoreboard."

"We're on the same team!"

"In real life too." A voice from the doorway spoke, causing everyone's heads to snap up.

Nick Fury stood in the doorway, looking unimpressed at the scene before him.

"This is what you do when you're not on missions?" The man raised a brow. "You know, you could be training."

"And this is why you're never invited to game night, sourpuss." Tony huffed, watching the director stalk forward.

"You've been ignoring my emails, Miss L/N," Fury said, dropping the file in his hands on the table before you.

"I thought I'd made my point loud and clear," You said, sitting upright. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow one of Clint's hearing aids, and I can say it again." You added, causing several of the adults in the room to chuckle.

"I need you to take this mission. I need you to be ready to leave tomorrow morning." Fury ignored your comment.

"No." You said, crossing your arms.

"I have asked nicely, L/N. Don't make me ask again."

"You better not be threatening one of those kids in my tower, Fury." Tony narrowed his eyes at the man.

"L/N here has a duty to the rest of the world. She could do a lot of good with her powers and yet she refuses to." 

"I don't have a duty to anyone." You said, rising to a stand. "I am a child, and my only 'duty' at this point is to finish high school and be a kid."

"Your childhood ended the day HYDRA started to experiment on you."

"That's a fair point. However, I'm still sixteen. I'm healing from a traumatic experience, and I'm making up for lost time." You said, crossing your arms. "I'm not an Avenger, Nick. And I'm not one of your agents. I'm a child."

"I started the Avengers. I assembled the team that saved your life. The team that gave you a home, a team of therapists, and a new life." Fury told you. "Most in your position would be more grateful."

"Grateful." You laughed. "You think me working my ass off to heal, to learn how to be a person for this team, isn't good enough?

Do you think the hours I put into training, both in hand-to-hand and with my own powers, isn't proof of how thankful I am? You think the fact I didn't jump off the roof that first night here and join the rest of those who were experimented on isn't me being fucking grateful?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at the older man.

"L/N,"

"I am grateful to be alive, to have found a family, friends, and even people I love." You said, letting your hands drop to your side. You let out a smile when you felt Wanda and Peter take your hands. "I don't work for you or SHIELD. I'm not even a real Avenger. I'm a child whose fight or flight instincts don't work." You continued.

"L/N,"

"I am a child. Not your weapon." You continued to ignore Fury. "I'm not one of your agents who cower at the sight of you. I'm not a robot who does what you tell it. I'm a fucking child!" You snapped.

"Well, maybe Maximoff or Parker would be willing to take your place," Fury said, and you felt your blood boil.

"You don't get it do you?" You scoffed. "We're all fucking children! Cleaning up the mess you made of the world so we have a chance at a future.

None of us asked for this. None of us asked to go through the amount of pain we have in our short lives. The only thing we were supposed to worry about was graduating, getting a job, and having enough money to survive one more day.

But no. You ruined the world, you create problem upon problem and hide them away thinking someone else will fix it. Tell me, do the agents who you sent to their deaths, weigh on your mind? Do you think about the lives you've ruined at all?

I am not going to be one of those lives, Fury. I will finish school, I will go to college and graduate with a degree that means I get to help people. And then I will decide if I become an Avenger. And I will do this with my family behind me and the people I love at my side.

Because at the end of the day, you have made the world a mess. No matter what path any of us take, we will end up trying to fix your mess. Because, even when you are gone, and no one remembers your name or gives a shit about who you were, we will be here. And we will leave the world in a better way than you ever would have." You finished your rant, breathing deeply, as you stared at the now silent director.

"Well, shit, kid." Clint whistled. "You tell him."

"Very articulate, malen'kiy pauk." Natasha smiled. 

"None of us could have put it better," Steve added, with Bruce nodding along.

"Now that Y/N's thoroughly destroyed you, pirate. Let me add my piece." Tony said, moving to stand at your side. "You will not be taking any of these kids on any mission. I guarantee if you try to do anything to any of our kids, the Avengers will make you regret ever breathing in their presence. We will destroy you and everything you hold dear. Now, get out of my Tower."

"Fine." Fury huffed after a minute. Without another word the director spun on his heel and stromed from the room.

"FRIDAY, be a doll and make sure he leaves." Tony asked as you collapsed back between Wanda and Peter.

"That was amazing, dorogoy." Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We're so proud of you."

"I wish I had that on camera to show everyone how badass you are." Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around you. "I loved every minute of that."

"Thanks." You whispered, smiling at the two. "When he said he would get the two of you to go on that mission, I just got so angry. I love you two, and I don't want to ever see you hurt."

"And we love you." Peter promised, kissing your cheek.

"And nothing's going to happen to any of us. We're stronger together." Wanda agreed, pressing her lips to your temple.

"I wish I had a camera for this." Steve once again ruined the moment.

"Steve!"

"Alright, enough with the emotional stuff. Kids, very cute. Y/N, brilliant take down, now back to bowling."

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[skylarinfinity]

[male reader teleport spider-man 2099, scarlet witch and druig the eternals to his judgement room]

miguel : [panicking] where am i?!

scarlet witch : [try to read male reader mind] who are you?

druig : [just stared into male reader eyes]

male reader : i'm here to judging you [open their files] huh but seems people the already judging...

male reader : miguel o'hara, destroy two universe's but people ignore that and keep thrusting over you.

male reader : druig the eternals, controling mind's without any consent but people just ignore that.

male reader : scarlet witch, controling a town without realising and then comeback try to steal teenager power to get your son's back- and people- they call you a monster... [confused] what?

scarlet witch : [rolling her eyes] and they said nothing to do with sexism.

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[jahayla-parker]

The Dark War: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: 11.3k wc, Reader is Wanda’s little sister. And like her sister, she’d had her fair share of struggles. Including watching her sister and boyfriend Peter “die” from Thanos’s snap, being cared for by Tony only for him to die getting the others back, losing Peter again after NWH, and all of her existence being corrupted by Wanda after she takes the Darkhold.

Warnings: mentions of trauma, PTSD, death, blood, fighting scenes, curse words.

Request: Tysm! May I please request some angst between Peter Parker x maximoff! reader, (y/n) is the younger sister of Wanda and even has the same powers as her. . (Y/n) didn’t even blipped in Infinity War when Thanos snapped his fingers. She was terrified at that time and the one who took care of her was Tony. She nearly did enslave a town just to have a fake reality but Tony was there to comfort her. After the events of Endgame, where (y/n)’s sister went missing after Tony’s funeral and they were invited by their classmates at the Avengerscon. they both didn’t even wear costumes because they were still trying to get over Tony’s death. Now, Peter and (y/n) promises not to leave one another. Even though in No Way Home, after Dr. Strange Spell was performed. Peter left her to keep her safe while (y/n) was corrupted by the Darkhold because of Wanda’s doing. Oh I think the ending is (y/n) never remembered Peter and when (y/n) finds out about Wanda wanted to harm America. (y/n) wants to stop Wanda, that's why Wanda mind controlled (y/n) and even changed her memories which results in corrupting her mind. i would love some lovers to enemies trope. By: @oyasumimosura

If the order/flow seems off at first, it’ll make sense, plus it is done to show Peter and y/n recalling their experiences in real time.

———

“I really don’t see why we need to be here” y/n gripes, tugging on the strings on her hoodie.

Well, Peter’s hoodie she was wearing; but, still.

“May said it’ll help us look at the positives of the job” Peter sighed, rubbing her back.

Y/n turned to him, a small frown on her face but nodded.

He gave her a sympathetic smile and secured his arm around her waist as they continued walking into the AvengerCon building.

Y/n froze as soon as she pushed door open and screams were all she could hear.

There was no way anyone recognized her or Peter as neither were in the mood to put on their suits.

The couple had been through a lot lately.

———

When Thanos did his snap, Peter blipped.

To make matters worse, y/n had to watch it happen right before her as his body in her universe seemed to disintegrate in her hands.

At the time she had no way of knowing he’d be back, or that anyone who disappeared was still alive.

The grief of that battle was unbearable.

She lost her older sister Wanda, who raised y/n since she was an infant.

She also lost her sister Wanda’s partner Vision who’d become like an older brother to y/n.

But at least Wanda had Vision.

Y/n wasn’t so fortunate because in audition to countless family members, coworkers, fellow Avengers, friends, and classmates blipping… she also lost Peter.

She’d been holding his hands tightly in her’s as he fought to stay with her, both of them crying and visibly shaking; but it hadn’t been of any use.

She also lost May, MJ, Ned, and so many others.

But even when combined none hurt nearly as much as Wanda’s and Peter’s perceived deaths.

Tony had been the only one who took the initiative to step up and help y/n.

Everyone was dejected after the battle and while Tony tried to coax y/n into returning to the headquarters with him to determine their next steps, she couldn’t.

It felt as if her brain was on fire.

She kept seeing their deaths before her very eyes over and over as if someone was performing some sick vivid puppet marionette show inside her brain.

It began as soon as the snap ceased and everyone took in what had happened.

They knew it was a possibility; hence why they were there in the first place.

Y/n knew she very well could have died that day.

She’d considered and prepared for that.

But what y/n hadn’t considered was watching her only remaining family and the love of her life disappear before her.

She felt powerless and her body shut down.

She wished her brain would follow suit so that the flashbacks would stop.

But they didn’t and she knew Tony had been working on some therapy glasses for his own PTSD and she didn’t want him to know and try them on her.

He wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt her, but she also didn’t want to risk losing the last pieces of her loved ones she had left; even if it was just the memory of their deaths.

As painful as it was, it allowed her to see them; to feel a nonexistent version of them present.

She knew it was all in her mind.

It was one of the downsides of her and Wanda’s powers.

Everything they saw -whether in reality, peoples’ fears, their own nightmares, or something else- was remarkably graphic and detailed.

It was nice when it came to happy memories, but when it came to challenges and turmoil it became a heavy burden.

While anyone in their position would have PTSD or other trauma symptoms from what happened that day, the mental picture would be infinitely more severe and aggressive in y/N’s mind.

She was only a teenager when it happened, when she felt as if she’d watched her life turn to dust around her rather than the bodies of those she cared about.

She knew denying Tony’s offer of support was inconsiderate and futile but she desired isolation.

She wanted to get as far away from the loved ones she still had left because what she wanted to do was not going to be safe.

She wanted to get home and find a safe place to let out her anger and pain.

Following the battle, she used her powers and fled the scene and returned to New York.

Her flight had been done subconsciously as her brain was still beating itself up with the visions of the battle that night.

As a result, she hadn’t realized her subconscious mind led her back to a familiar place.

Consciously she had intended to land on one of the uninhabited small islands just outside of NY, where she would be safe to scream, cry, throw her energy blasts and have them land in the surrounding water rather than on people, etc.

However, that plan was ruined the moment her feet hit the ground outside of her house.

Still in costume, she numbly walked through the streets her and Peter used to walk on a daily basis.

She decided if her own brain would let her release her pain the way she wanted, she might as well just go through the motions and ignore what she was feeling.

A voice in her mind kept screaming that the concept was easier said than done, especially if she wasn’t going to let Tony help with the flashbacks she was already having less than a few hours after.

Plus, she wasn’t even sure what those motions were.

Was her brain wanting her to somehow heal, release the chaos inside her, or what?

However, she no longer cared.

The pain inside of her was far too great to think about anything else other than wanting some kind of relief.

She still had a small strand of cognitive function left that allowed her to remain in control around the citizens of NY.

Many of whom eyed her as she walked down the street in her torn and dirty costume, blood dripping down her face from a cut she sustained above her eye.

She could tell some were relieved, glad to see at least one Avenger had made it through whatever had happened.

She wanted to hit the ground under them with so much force it would knock them all down so they understand she wasn’t the one they needed to have survived.

After all, she had been unable to do anything as millions of people died within seconds.

The world deserved better than her and her failed attempts to keep them safe; to keep Wanda and Peter safe.

Others watched her in horror or anger, their blaming of her projected in their icy stares and balled fists.

Y/n kept taking choked breaths of air as she kept her eyes on the ground beneath her feet.

She couldn’t blame them or their anger, they were right; she was at fault.

Most people though seemed to be lost in their own worlds, hurting and grieving for those who disappeared.

Some people were posting missing flyers, others talking to police officers about trying to find their loved ones, etc.

Y/n fought the urge to crumble the ground and let the balled up powers she’d been resisting release.

How could they all be so dense?!

She wanted to scream that their loved ones were dead. Not missing, dead.

How could people not see that?

She had literally watched and felt Peter’s body turn to cremations before her.

How is that missing?!

She shook her head and pushed on, hoping to get to the train station and then decide where to go.

She didn’t even know what she was to do anymore or where she was to go.

But behind the painful scenes playing behind her eyes still, barely noticeable beneath the shared sobs from her and Peter, was a longing sensation.

She had the memory of that night, but she needed more.

She needed something to cling onto that reminded her of him.

Technically everything reminded her of him.

But she needed something that was special to the two of them, something that would elicit such a joyous memory that it might pause the echoing one currently playing.

Her hands shook as she let her subconscious mind lead her unstable legs towards the stop number it wanted.

It was pointless, the subway cars had stopped moving as people panicked.

She sighed and rested her body against a support as she hesitantly looked at the sign to see where she was going.

The burning in her chest grew as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Of course.

The irony made her want to laugh had it not been for the pain.

She was headed to Tony.

Well, to Stark Headquarters anyways.

That had been where she and Peter first met.

————

They both, although neither one was believable, lied about being interns for Tony rather than part of his team.

It hadn’t taken more than a few days before Tony introduced the two, exposing their lies towards the other.

From that moment on, they agreed to not attempt to lie to one another again.

A promise they’d kept…

Until today.

Y/n had begun to attend school with Peter instead of just homeschooling in order to benefit from them science and mathematics program they had.

Therefore, she and Peter had been on the bus together when his Spidey senses (or Peter tingle as May often joked) were activated.

She and Peter promptly made eye contact and silently agreed to get Ned to cause a distraction so they could handle whatever was going on.

When they made it to where Tony was that morning, after much resistance on Tony’s part, he promoted them to discuss the seriousness of the issue together as he had with Pepper previously.

Y/n and Peter promised, as they always did, that they were in this together and no matter what happened they’d accept the procedures and outcome and move on.

When exchanging these promises, they’d mostly referred to not holding grudges over something the other did during the fight (usually when one would panic about the other’s safety being risked in order to do that behavior).

The outcome part had meant that even if the villain got away, they would accept it as it was an move on without blaming themselves or each other.

They started to make these promises years earlier at Tony’s suggestion.

He’d picked up on their relationship and connection before even the two of them did.

He knew the wreckage this line of work could cause and he wanted to help them prevent it.

The self blame aspect had been a big issue for them both at the time, something Tony knew very well.

However, he wanted them to also agree to not blame each other for the outcome.

He knew just how easy it could be to convince yourself to blame someone for the things you saw and did on this job.

Peter and y/n began the promises out of obligation but as time went on they soon understood the importance of it.

While they’d not been on many missions for the avengers directly, they’d had side projects for Tony and around their neighborhoods they worked on together.

Tony had been right, it was easy to want someone to blame when things didn’t go right; whether that was yourself or the other person.

These promises helped them stay accountable to the other person all because of their decision to not lie to each other again; and to them, breaking a promise was doing just that.

Therefore, immediately prior to taking on the wrinkly purple giant named Thanos, the two had promised this once again to each other.

The scene unfolded before her as she recalled staring into his beautiful eyes and holding his hand intently.

As she watched Peter tell her he promised, she sobbed loudly in present time, feeling a wave of guilt take over her.

She’d broken her promise to him.

She’d lied to him.

To be fair, she had no idea at that moment what she was truly promising.

She didn’t know she would be promising to accept the fact that he died.

That was never part of the plan or the promise, right?

She supposed in some way, it was.

While neither felt comfortable admitting it was a constant possibility in their work, they both knew it was.

That’s why they’d made the promise right?

Knowing that it might all go to shit.

That the outcome could be something devastating.

However, not even in her darkest moments did she ever truly believe she’d watch Peter die.

That she’d watch her sister Wanda die.

Wanda had shown y/n how to use her powers in such a profound way it made y/n confident that she would, could, do whatever it took to keep Peter safe.

She’d been willing to sacrifice her life for his, any day, at any time.

So if the fear of losing him ever creeped into her mind during these promises, she was too cocky to acknowledge them and accept their weight.

So as she watched Peter kiss her forehead after his promise and reassurance, she let her knees buckle as she fell to the cement flooring of the subway.

Not only did she let Peter down, let him die, but she also had to live with the fact she broke their promise.

The last promise they made to each other.

In fact, they’d made that promise twice today.

Once when Tony prompted but again when Peter noticed what was happening.

Promising him came as second nature to her at that point so it hadn’t even crossed her mind what exactly she was promising.

She was too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of his hands flaking and crumbling in her grip, the sight of his rosy cheeks splintering and turning to dust.

She would have told him anything, promised him anything in that moment if it eased his pain or her’s.

Instead, it caused her to now feel so much worse as the last thing she’d ever say to him was a lie.

There wasn’t even any choice in the matter.

She couldn’t keep the promise.

She couldn’t not blame herself for what happened.

After all, she’d survived but he didn’t.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right.

She couldn’t accept the outcome.

How could anyone expect her to?

She lost her sister and her boyfriend in a matter of minutes.

Not to mention the countless other people she cared about.

And she sure as hell couldn’t move on.

In fact that notion made her want to throw up whatever was left in her stomach.

She couldn’t live a life without Peter.

A life without Wanda.

And certainly not a life without either of them.

The longing within her that had pulled her to the subway station in the first place intensified as she nervously racked her brain to find a way to feel their presence.

She knew she’d never get over the guilt of breaking this promise to Peter, but it couldn’t be avoided.

She refused to accept it and move on; whether that was selfish or not.

———

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone asked, causing y/n to return to the present moment.

One in which she found herself curled up in a ball, her face smashed against the cold disgusting cement, hands pulling at her hair, as sobs shook her body.

Taking several ragged breaths to calm herself enough to uncurl her body and remove her hands safely from her head, she forced a tight nod.

She used both hands to repeatedly tug on the hem of the top of her costume, afraid they might begin releasing energy bursts if not actively doing something else.

“I take it you lost someone” the person said quietly, looking towards the subway line.

Y/n glanced up from the ground to look at the person before her; finding a girl roughly her own age.

Wiping her eyes quickly before clenching her hands on her hem again, she sighed.

Who had this girl lost today?

The heartbreak on her face was clear and yet her she was trying to help y/n face her own losses she knew nothing of.

Y/n was supposed to be the hero.

She was the one who should be taking care of this person, even if they were the same age.

Yet, despite dressed in her superhero costume and still having her abilities, y/n felt like she might as well have been a piece of gum stuck to the floor she’d laid on moments ago.

Something everyone should just step over, or even step on.

She hadn’t felt that weak since the first day of training at the headquarters.

———

Wanda had prepared her some, but y/n was severely out skilled by the other avengers.

It took a serious hit to her confidence which only made her worse and her moves slower.

Peter had noticed her change and confronted her, shock written on his face.

When she explained what happened, he reassured her that he was in awe of her skill but still offered to help her however he could.

From that day on, she never cared what anyone else thought.

Why would she when Peter was always there to shut the self doubt and sense of inferiority down?

However, Peter was gone.

She had to face these feelings alone.

And the reason she had to, the reason he was gone, was a direct result of her incompetence.

———

“I lost my boyfriend… I think, I haven’t been able to reach him” the girl added causing the waves of panic in y/n to pause briefly as she snaps out of her dissociation.

Y/n bit her lip and tried to offer a sorrowful look towards the girl; the best comfort she could offer in her state.

“You?” The girl asked, clearly desperate for a connection in this new world.

“M-my sist-sister” y/n choked, her voice frail, “a…and… my-“.

“Oh my god!” The girl screamed, running to someone or something behind y/n.

Clumsily turning around, y/n watched as the girl embraced with a boy their age, both in glee as they pulled each other in for a kiss.

“My Peter” she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and dug her nails into the palms of her hands in an attempt to maintain control.

Y/n rushed up the stairs of the subway entrance, nearly tripping on each step.

She took shaky breaths as she literally dragged herself towards Stark Headquarters, using anything around her to grab onto with her hands and pull herself that direction; allowing her to keep moving and also keep her hands busy.

She wasn’t sure how long it took before she reached the building, but she felt herself collapse upon the field of grass outside.

Tony’s security system alerted him to her presence and he and Happy rushed out to help her in just as the black spots in her vision merged into total darkness.

———

As she slept on his couch, Tony prompted Happy to make sure the room he had for her was ready for her arrival.

Tony had secretly designed rooms for each avenger within the facility, as he had with the former Stark Tower.

That way, should anyone need a place to stay, escape to, or simply rest after a battle they had one.

Pepper made some tea as quietly as she could, constantly glancing over to y/N’s unconscious body next to Tony.

He put his hand on her back and sighed, rubbing his other hand over his face.

“Do you think it’s her sister or the kid?” Tony asked, more to himself than anything.

“Both Tony. You know that” Pepper responded, pouring some tea into a mug for y/n.

Tony shook his head, “I never should have let them come and fight”.

“Stop. You know that wouldn’t have changed anything. The same people would have blipped. The only difference is that it would’ve happened a bit sooner had it not been for the two of them” Pepper reprimanded kindly.

Tony groaned and nodded, his guilt still not subsiding.

“I have to help her” Tony whispered.

Pepper placed the cup next to y/n on the coffee table before rubbing Tony’s shoulder, “we will.”

“I feel like crap the kid is gone” he said, still referring to Peter with the nickname he used for him since day one.

Pepper nodded, sitting on the edge of the table to be near them both.

“I can’t even imagine how she feels” he added, noting how y/n looked in pain even as she slept.

———

When she woke, it was like her body was a rubber band that had been stretched to its max before released.

Her upper body immediately snapped forward, in a dizzying pace.

She scanned the room in alarm as she tried to make sense of everything.

She knew she’d had a horrific nightmare, one where the unthinkable happened.

But she wasn’t sure how she got here, to Tony’s couch in the Stark Headquarters.

Had she been training when she suffered a concussion and he brought her here to rest?

It would explain the pain in her body, the burning in her brain, the terrible nausea and headache, and of course the nightmare.

But she couldn’t recall; although if it was a concussion that too would be explained.

“Woah, woah. Take it easy y/n” Tony suddenly said, approaching her from where he was seated on his recliner.

She squinted at him before looking around for Peter.

He had to be here somewhere.

She knew he wouldn’t leave her alone after a concussion, but where was he?

Maybe the nightmare wasn’t a nightmare after all…

No, that’s impossible.

She shook her head to try and clear her mind.

She noticed it didn’t make her dizzy or hurt the way it did after her last concussion.

She began to feel her breathing quicken as she tried to wake up more and understand what was going on.

“Y/n who… who or what are you looking for?” Tony asked, uncertain if she was awake enough to recall what happened.

“P-Peter” she said, and as soon as she did, before Tony’s face even had time to display his sorrow, she felt a tearing pain in her chest.

She scratched at her chest as tears began to form, “it… I had a nightmare… he… he…”

She stumbled with her words a bit longer before she muttered, “i-i-it wasn’t a nightmare… was it?”

She knew the answer, the pain in her whole body was screaming it at her.

But she had to hear it from someone else.

Tony was silent for a moment, hesitant to respond.

When he did, his voice broke as he struggled to keep his composure, “no. It wasn’t. He… he’s gone. They’re gone”.

Y/n pulled her feet under her butt and aggressively stood up and stepped off the couch.

She began pacing across the open living room, hands pulling at her hair.

Her eyes picked up on the color of her hair flickering by her face, the same color as Wanda’s, just as her brain caught up on her memories from earlier and her journey here.

She wanted to burst, to let whatever energy had been forming inside of her flow even if it meant it tore her apart in the process.

To Tony, the girl looked frozen in shock.

Internally she was fighting to not release the pain in here, especially after Tony had seemingly taken her in immediately when she needed.

As a result she froze her whole body as her muscles formed a metaphorical wall around the surging energy beating against them in an attempt to be released.

“Umm… Pepper said that… you might want to have some of their stuff…” Tony mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached.

“I told her it might be too soon… you know? But… she said to let you choose…” he said, looking over her face.

The resistance she was using against herself paused when the energy’s flow seemed to halt.

It was as if her brain clung on to whatever comfort Tony was trying to offer her.

He noticed her eyes refocus and look at him, making the corner of his lip curl a little.

“Here, Happy boxed some stuff and put it on your bed” he said, opening the door to what must be her new bedroom.

Ignoring the meaning behind that for the time being, she stepped in and rushed to the box on her bed.

She cautiously removed the lid, as if it was chemistry class and the contents inside were dangerous chemicals that couldn’t be mixed.

Tony watched, leaning on the doorframe as he felt himself tear up as she went through some of the items.

He noticed how careful she was with every item no matter how durable it might be, the way her eyes scanned them as if memorizing every detail, the lowering of her chest as she placed each one down and let more tears fall.

He sighed and decided to let her process her thoughts without a babysitter.

However, just as he’d made it back to the living room, he heard the most heartbreaking wail come from her room.

As he rushed to her, he saw her holding a necklace and a small note in her hand, her body on the floor, the room suddenly a mess as things had been knocked over.

Tony panicked and raced for the button to prompt his suit to fly to him, but he wasn’t fast enough.

As y/n cradled the necklace against her chest, the note firmly in her hand, her sullen eyes looked up and she soon flew out of the room.

Tony sighed as the suit finally reached him and Pepper and Happy not far behind.

“Tony. Let her go” Pepper sighed.

“What?!” He snapped, pointing towards the direction she left in.

“She’d just a child!” He argued.

She nodded, “I know. But right now she needs time to grieve. You should know first hand that sometimes that’s easier alone. She’ll be back”.

He sighed and nodded, she was right.

He couldn’t do much to help her until she’d processed what happened.

He slumped into his chair and scowled at the wall.

———

He’d sworn to keep her and Peter safe, and he’d told both Peter and Wanda he’d of course always make sure y/n was okay and safe.

Wanda made him assure her before even letting her sister near him.

Peter however, asked as he clung desperately to Tony one night when the two had gotten beat up on a mission.

Peter had never been so afraid in his life.

Y/n had managed to get hit by s stray bullet, and while she assured him it was minor, he worried constantly until she healed.

When she was getting stitched up, Tony had come to scold the two for being vigilantes but instead was faced with calming Peter down and swearing he’d take care of her no matter what.

It was something Tony had already considered and planned on, for both of them, but seeing the desperation in Peter’s eyes that night reminded him how important it was.

It somehow felt even more important now, now that she’d lost Wanda and Peter.

———

However, perhaps Pepper was right.

Maybe she would benefit from some time alone to process what happened.

He’d check on her again soon if he hadn’t heard from her in a day or two tops.

———

“Go” Pepper said, stepping out of y/N’s empty bedroom.

Tony gave her a thankful smile and kissed her softly before entering the suit he left in the living room so he wouldn’t have to wait when the time came.

He sighed and told his command to turn on the GPS tracker.

Just as he had with Peter’s, he placed a tracker in y/n’s suit for her protection.

Tony raised his eyebrow as he looked at the map that showed she was in a small town just outside of Rhode Island, unsure what lead her there.

Tony’s eyes widened in awe, horror, and downright disbelief at the sight before him.

There was this glowing dome-like feature starting to form over the rural town before them.

Y/N’s hands were still waving back and forth rapidly, causing the energy to stretch and the dome’s roof to expand to cover more of the town.

Tony wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but he was sure it wasn’t good.

She looked in worse shape than she had been before, and the area surrounding the town was burnt to a crisp with only marks of her energy bursts left behind.

“Y/n, you need to stop” he demanded.

She paused briefly but didn’t turn to look at him before resuming her energy manipulation.

“What is it you think you’re doing?” Tony asked, trying a different approach.

“Fixing it” she said, the tone of her voice emotionless.

“Fixing what? What’s wrong with the town?” He asked.

“Nothing. That’s just it. They’re all happy and have their family and boyfriends and all of that” she said, her voice going up an octave.

Tony gulped as he looked between her and the town, “So you’re going to put them in a force shield? So they’ll be safe?”.

She didn’t respond which caused him to sigh, “That’s sweet, y/n. But it isn’t needed, they didn’t ask for this”.

“No, but they have enough to share. I’m just asking for a small part “ she frowns.

“What?” Tony questioned, not understanding what she was getting at, “share what?”.

“That happiness. I can start over here. Peter and I can have a new start. Wanda too. You can come if you want” she said, seeming far off.

“Y/n that’s not possible. I’m sorry, but they’re gone. You can start again yes, but it’ll be without them “ he frowned.

“No! I -I can’t. I won’t. I’m not doing this without them “ she said, her voice breaking as the energy over the town shook.

Tony slowly drifted to her, hoping his presence was comforting.

“Doing what, exactly? You can’t start over with them when they’re not here. So what are you doing?” He asked.

“I…I…” Tony noticed she paused as if considering her own behaviors for the first time, “I am making a new reality. One I can control. I’m tired of being unable to protect those I care about “.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, understanding her desire but also knowing unlike him she’d be able to accomplish it due to her telepathic abilities.

“I understand. But y/n, you cannot enslave a whole town” he argued.

She glared at him, “they’d still be happy. I’m not cruel”.

“No, you’re not. Which is why I need you to ask yourself, why are you doing this?” He asked, holding up a finger as she begun to answer.

“Because Thanos took away your control hm?” He said, making her remember how Thanos used the time stone to freeze her movements as she tried to attack him.

If she’d not been frozen in time, she’d have had his gauntlet melted within seconds.

She sobbed as she nodded, the energy over the town still there but not growing.

“Because you know what it felt like to not be in control of your body, your life, your situation. It’s not fair to do that to them either” he said, his hand on her shoulder as they floated above the dome.

She turned and broke down crying in his arms as she lowered her shield over the town.

———

Every day since that night Tony had been there to help her deal with the loss of Peter and Wanda.

Morgan, Happy, and Pepper were big in her recovery as well but no one was there like Tony was.

He understood her pain in ways they hopefully ever would, he knew Peter and Wanda the best out of everyone who remained (which allowed him to comfort her and also keep her in control of her emotions got too much), and he cared for her as if she was his other daughter.

He had more than taken her under his wing that night, he made her his family and she was eternally grateful.

Which is why his death had hit her so hard.

While she was elated to have Peter and Wanda back, she now lost Tony.

The person who’d been there for her during the most painful 5 years of her life.

Sure she was happy to have her loved ones back.

But part of her was mad.

It was like he didn’t even consider what his death would do to her.

He knew how badly she was handling Peter and Wanda’s death and then he just sacrificed himself?!

But at the end of the day, the anger was really just a band-aid for void in her chest.

It was like a piece of her was gone.

Except this time, there was no genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist to undo his death the way he had theirs’.

———

“Come on” Peter sighed, having caught y/n spacing off while staring at a poster of Iron Man.

“How can you do this Peter?” She whispered, her voice cracking.

Peter frowned and pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her forehead, “I was only pushing through it for you… cause everyone said it would help. Do you want to go?”

She nodded against his chest, her hands griping the back of him.

Peter kissed her forehead again before softly guiding the two of them to the exit.

“Wait!” Someone shouted, causing them both to stop and face the voice.

Fortunately they weren’t calling for either of them.

However, as they turned back around, they can face to face with a fan dressed as the Scarlet Witch.

Y/n instinctively clung on to Peter as her eyes stung with tears.

Wanda had come back too, another result of Tony’s sacrifice.

However, she had her own burdens and left y/n behind suddenly.

———

It was the night of Tony’s funeral when she last saw her sister.

That night, y/n was curled into Peter’s side as they did their bests to comfort each other while simultaneously both grieving.

As she watched the memorial float away from the cabin, she turned to make eye contact with her sister only to find her missing.

Peter had helped her for hours until they stumbled upon a note that infuriated him.

Wanda had left, with nothing but a note saying she loved y/n and goodbye.

Peter wasn’t sure about showing her the note but he knew he couldn’t lie to her so he caved.

Ever since that night, he regretted showing her the note.

He watched as she retreated inwards and away from everyone.

He knew she no longer trusted that people wouldn’t leave her.

After all, he had, Wanda had -twice now-, Tony had, and so did many others.

It took him months to get her to believe he wasn’t going to leave her in the middle of the night as they slept; cuddled together in his twin bed at his aunt May’s house.

———

The look he saw in her eyes tonight seeing the fan dressed as her sister made him wish he was in costume so he could swing her out of there and back to their home.

“I know” he coos softly, holding her tightly to him as he takes the brunt of the bodies bumping them as they move.

“Don’t leave me please” she whimpered, hiding her face in the hood on his hoodie she had on.

“Hey, y/n, I promise you, I’m never leaving you. Remember?” He asks gently, opening the back door and letting the cool air hit them.

She sniffles and straightens her back as she nods and untangles herself from him.

“Hey, y/n/n,” he says, pulling her to him by her hands.

She peers into his adoring eyes with her tearful ones.

He smiles softly before tenderly stroking her cheek, “I promise there’s only one way I’m ever parting from you and I don’t intend on that happening to either of us for a long time until it’s natural from old age”.

She giggles softly as he repeated the long version of the promise he began to make to her months ago.

———

While he changed a few words since then, she knows the sincerity is there.

He memorized it from the start, having only changed a few words to avoid directly mentioning death for the time being.

———

She nods, her palm cupping his cheek.

She gasps as she feels how cold it is and she shakes her head, pulling the hood of his jacket up to shield his face from the NY air.

He blushes but it does little to warm his cheeks and she noticed.

She smirks and rolls her eyes playfully as she cups both cheeks between her hands this time and lets some energy flow.

She doesn’t let the energy go into him, just in her hands under her skin as to not be too warm.

The heat radiating off her palms warms his face quickly and he gives her a knowing smile.

She lowers her hands and leans her head on his shoulder as he protectively holds her waist while they walk.

“So, MIT still the plan yes?” Peter asks as they make it to the school rooftop.

“As long as you’re coming too Pete” she smiles, sitting down with her legs stretched before her.

Peter chuckles, sitting behind her with her in between his legs, arms wrapped around her upper body, “I promise, I’ll follow you wherever it is you want to go. I promised you, you’re stuck with me for eternity babe”.

She laughs and leans back to stare up at him, a wide smile on her face, one he hasn’t seen in a long time.

He smiles back and kisses her nose, making her laugh more before she looks back to the city.

“Then MIT it is handsome” she whispers closing her eyes.

Peter smiles down at her, more than pleased to see her so relaxed.

———

The scene of that night played over and over in Peter’s head as he splashed his face with cold water.

He never intended on breaking his promise.

But he did.

At least it was for a good reason, right?

That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

Besides, at least she didn’t know he broke it.

After all, Doctor Strange’s spell made her not even know he ever existed.

He’d simply wanted to help her get into MIT as they planned, as she deserved.

But it all quickly went sideways and the next best outcome became everyone, including y/n, forgetting Peter ever existed.

He hated the idea of her not knowing him, and him not being able to be with her.

But, he hated the idea of having to explain to her their past and that he had left her, more.

Plus, it has been nearly a year since that night by now.

Confessing now would only make her hurt even more, right?

It would mean she had to recall and therefore relive the moments of him leaving her.

During the battle with Thanos, after the spell, and technically another time after the spell when he decided not to fulfill his promise to make her remember.

He sighs and pushes away from the sink.

At least she could try to be happy now right?

Peter tried to convince himself, as he had this whole year, that his presence would only cause her harm and that every time she looked at him all she saw was her bad memories.

But he knew that it was a lie he made up.

He could see the way she looked at him, with so much love and compassion even when she was hurting.

The way she would run to him for protection or support.

The way she … the way she kept having him promise to not leave her.

Peter bit back his tears and sighed as he wondered how he was to ever move past this.

He’d tried nearly everything, even considered asking Doctor Strange to make him forget his past but he knew that was unlikely.

Plus as much as he was hurting he didn’t want to forget her.

He wanted to forget the pain he caused and the broken promises he made, but not her.

Never her.

It was a constant war in his mind as he struggled to cope.

He glanced at the notebook page he ripped out of his spiral notebook the other night when he couldn’t sleep.

He’d jotted down ideas on ways to get through this, most of which he learned online.

He crossed off nearly all of them.

All but one; make amends.

The only way he could do this was by facing her.

Facing the truth of his actions and seeing the hurt in her eyes.

The hurt he recognized all to well but never thought he’d be the cause of.

But was it really fair to drag her into this just to make himself feel better?

And even if so, what would happen after that?

Would he push her away again, only increasing the number of times she’d been left behind, the number of times he’d left her behind, the number of promised he’d broken to her.

He clenched his jaw and crumpled up the paper, tossing it to the corner of the room where his waste basket was.

He couldn’t do that to her.

Besides after promising he’d be there to help her through all of life’s problems and breaking it, he deserved to deal with this pain alone.

———

Peter begrudgingly grabbed the pizza box from the counter, about to step outside to make another delivery when his body turned to stone.

There she was.

Y/n.

Standing outside, looking at the surrounding area hesitantly before focusing on the building number above the door to his work.

His breathing stopped as he took in how beautiful she always is, even as she stood there scowling at the building for some reason.

Peter frantically turned around only to see his boss glaring at him from behind the counter, the pizzas in his arms already late for their delivery window.

He turned back just as frantically only to not see her anymore.

Maybe it was all in his head, his brain’s latest way of torturing him for his choices.

He let out a sigh and resumed his exit.

“You” he heard as soon as he stepped out of the door.

He closed his eyes and begged his mind to be playing some elaborate game because unless his brain was tricking him into hearing things, the voice he heard could only belong to one person.

Peter turned, his breath catching in his chest as he made eye contact with her.

“Are you Peter Parker?” She asked, calmly despite her arms crossed over her chest.

Did she know?

Did she remember him?

If she did, how was she so calm?

He wanted so badly to embrace her, to feel her hair against his face as he breathed in the fresh scent of her perfume and conditioner.

But the realization that she would then remember the pain he caused her kept him from doing so.

He swallowed painfully and nodded once.

Her calm demeanor changed in an instant and for the first time in his life, he was scared of what she’d do to him.

He always knew how capable she was, hell he’d been the one to remind her of this.

But he’d always known it wouldn’t be directed his way.

Until now.

The look in her eyes was something he’d never seen before.

They were so dark, they were almost… black.

Yet he could see the fury and pain inside them and in the way she stood.

———

He always teased her that when she was fighting to hide her emotions, her left foot would turn in ever so slightly.

He found it endearing and appreciated that it would always alert him to her true feelings.

———

However, in this moment, the force behind it, and it being directed towards him made him want to die.

He caused this anger, this pain inside her.

“Listen, y/n, I-“ he began, his voice rough as his throat was suddenly dry.

“Oh” she laughed, but it wasn’t her normal laugh, the one he fell in love with.

It was instead this cynical, dark laugh.

“So you do know who I am” she smirked, “good. That’ll save us some time”.

Peter’s eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

Time for what?

“Wait, jus-just wait” he rushed, setting the pizzas down on the bench beside them.

She rolled her eyes, “why?”.

“Because I’m confused. I know I don’t have the right to be the one asking the questions here after what I did” he rambles.

“No shit” she scoffs.

“But, please. Just explain to me what’s going on” he sighs.

She groans, “fine. I suppose it’s not a true battle if you don’t know why you’re fighting”.

“Wait what?” Peter froze, but instead of responding, y/n waved her hands and a scene unfolded in his mind.

Their surroundings remained the same but she’d begun to display the visual component of the explanation to him within his mind.

———

Peter watched with stunned tears in his eyes as he began to understand the intensity behind her anger.

Before him he watched as she showed him an image of what appeared to be himself, standing before her with Thanos’s gauntlet over his Stark tech suit.

The depiction of him snapping and Wanda and others turning to dust was so surreal, but he knew it hadn’t happened that way.

Yet, it was just as vivid and flowing as the memories she used to show him; memories from her life before him.

No wonder she was so mad, she believed these depictions.

Peter wasn’t sure what caused them to form, if it was a result to the trauma she’d endured, somehow a glitch with the spell from Doctor Strange, or something else entirely.

But here they were, as if actual memories formed from real events.

He tried to catch his breath but another scene began.

There he was, this time the others had returned and it seemed to be taking place during the last match with Thanos; the one they won.

However, instead of showing Tony sacrificing himself, it showed something much more troubling.

There was Peter, in his suit -his face hidden- likely a result of the spell as he didn’t recall having his mask on that day, standing over Tony.

He gasped as he watched y/N’s memory version of Peter reach out and kill Tony.

Again, he knew it wasn’t real.

But it felt so real, so clear, so upsetting.

———

Finally she dropped her hands and the scenes before him stopped as well.

“He was the only person I had left and you took him from me” she said, her voice firm.

Peter gulped and took a slow step back.

Clearly she did recall some aspects of reality.

Tony had in fact been the only person she had left after the blip.

But, the rest was wrong.

The cause behind it all was wrong.

He could understand if she blamed him for Tony sacrificing himself to bring him and the others back.

But thinking he was the one who caused it all, the one who killed Tony, made Wanda leave…?

That was incompressible.

He’d never do any of that, especially knowing what it would do to her.

She had to hear that.

“Y/n, I- I wouldn’t do that. You know… well you knew me… I wouldn’t hurt you like that” he stuttered, trying to find the right words.

After all, this was his fault; just not in the way she thought.

She laughed darkly again causing his fear to increase and his body to tingle.

“Y/n/n please!” He begged, eyes widening when he saw a flicker of hesitation in her gaze.

Was she still in there?

Was his y/n, the one who knew him, still here, buried under these false memories?

“Enough” she shouted, raising her hands.

Peter sighed but knew better than to try and stand there and fight.

If he wanted her back, he’d have to survive her attack first.

He ran down the street, down the alley, up a wall, and around a corner before taking the time to grab his handmade suit from his backpack.

As he zipped it up, he was nearly hit by another cosmic orb thrown at him.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there” he said, not caring if he sounded crazy.

He wasn’t going down without a fight, without giving them a fighting chance.

This time he’d keep his promise, he’d be there for her no matter the cost.

She ignored him as she levitated closer to him, the rain of bright red orbs of energy leaving her hands not seizing.

He threw himself back and forth as he avoided most of the shots, a few causing him to lose his breath.

“Y/n I don’t know what happened to make it like this-“ he admitted, trying to web her hand.

“Yeah well, sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger” she smirked, snapping her own finger.

Suddenly the ground under Peter gave out and he fell through the building.

Fortunately it had been under construction so no one was inside.

He groaned in pain as he stood up to brace himself for the next attack.

“If this feels personal, that's because it is." Her voice echoed around him.

He looked around, unable to see where she was.

By the time he saw her eyes in the puddle of water leaking from a broken pipe, it was too late.

She used an energy surge to send Peter flying across the debris and into the opposite wall.

Peter rubbed his head as he stared at her in surprise, “since when can you come out of water?!”

She smirked and rolled her eyes, “my sister might’ve taught me some new tricks. You'd be wise to never underestimate me again."

Peter frowned, his eyes scrunching as he glared at her, “I never underestimated you”.

She scoffs, “really? Then why’d you break up with me? You said it was because I wasn’t strong enough, that I would always get in the way and always had to do the right thing”.

Peter’s jaw dropped as he tried to piece together where the hell she got that from.

“Well, how’s this for doing the right thing?” She asked, her eyes closing briefly as she lifted him into the air with her powers alone.

Peter glanced at the floor before looking back at her, “y/n. I would never say that. There’s nothing wrong with doing the right thing! And you’ve always been strong, more so than any of us. These memories are all wrong!”

“I will not allow myself to be gaslighted by you Peter” she snarled, letting go of her hold on him and letting him drop.

Peter quickly shot a web out and swung to the nearest support beam.

“Hmmm” she sighed, sounding bored, “what do you think Tony was thinking about? You know, when he died?”

Peter wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

Especially not when she had a corrupted recollection of his death.

“Since you seem to be too simple minded to respond, I’ll answer” she said, her voice sounding much like someone Peter couldn’t quite identify.

“You. He was thinking about you Peter. Always you, no matter who else was in his life” she said.

Peter couldn’t refute the claim, had she read Tony’s mind that night?

He didn’t know, but he did know she wasn’t recalling most details correctly.

If she was, she wouldn’t have been mad enough to get revenge on him over Tony’s last thoughts being of Peter if that were even truly what they were.

She might’ve been hurt or mad for awhile at the implications of it all, but she’d never do this.

It was then that he realized who her voice sounded like.

It sounded like y/N’s sister, Wanda.

Not the voice itself but the tone, pronunciation, emphasis, and verbiage choices.

They weren’t y/n’s, they were Wanda’s.

Peter glared into the distance as if doing so would let Wanda know he was going to deal with her soon.

That he would not let this go and he would address what she did to y/n.

Just as soon as he got his girl back, out of the rubble Wanda seemed to have formed in her mind, and back to reality, back to him.

“Y/n, please hear me out” he softly requested.

“Why should I?” She asked, her hands raising again, “you killed him!”

“I didn’t. I don’t know exactly what happened to make those memories. But I know the you that knows I wouldn’t do any of that is still inside of you” he sighed.

Was he though?

How was he to know that the version of her that remembered him and his actions would ever be reachable?

Not only had he allowed Doctor Strange to alter her memories, but seemingly Wanda had followed suit.

Was there anything real left?

It was hard to say and he wasn’t very hopeful until he recalled the hesitation he saw in her earlier.

It was as if she was reanalyzing him, their situation, and possibly reality as a whole.

He’d taken it as a small sign that maybe she remembered him.

But maybe it was more than that.

He had to try at least.

When she didn’t respond, he felt another crushing wave of hope hit him.

Sure she hadn’t agreed and come to her senses, but she hadn’t thrown another strike and hadn’t argued.

He could sense the fragment of her that he so desperately needed to find and secure.

“I know you’re doubting me and I get it. But it’s me, Peter and I do love you. I’ve never stopped loving you, and I know-“ he began but she cut him off as she shot a bolt of energy towards him, cutting the web he was holding onto.

“The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person” she sighed, watching as he dropped closer to the ground.

Peter’s web barely gripped the corner in time to have him slam into the post rather than drop to what would likely be his demise.

“You’re wrong” he mumbled, pulling himself up to the ledge despite the atrocious aching in his body.

“Tony loved you, M-May loved you, I love you” he said, “so it can’t be true. If it were they wouldn’t have loved you back. I wouldn’t still be in love with you”.

Peter aggressively wiped away his tears and sweat as he stared down at her and waited for her response.

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong Mr. Parker” she smirked and raised herself to his level.

Peter’s heart clenching as she referred to him by Wanda’s nickname for him, one y/n had never called him before.

“See, it doesn’t matter if you love me. Because it … it didn't … it didn’t mean anything to me.” She said, and while Peter wanted to collapse in on himself at her statement, he let himself hope one last time.

He saw the resistance she had to say those words, not just in her tone but in her eyes, and in the way even when levitating her foot turned inwards.

She had no reason to be mad or emotional about that statement unless she remembered.

Unless there was a part of her angry for saying it.

Even if it was just her being mad she felt that way, it was something.

It showed him that she had some, tiny as it may be, recollection of their past, of him meaning something to her.

“I don’t believe you” he said, stepping closer to the ledge to be near her.

He watched as yet again something flickered in her eyes, beneath the blackness.

“Are you that insane? I saw the fear in you earlier, the fear still there now. You’re scared of me, which you should be” she laughed darkly.

“And you’re clearly in pain because of me. And I’m not even done yet. Yet, you still think I ever had feelings for you?” She rolled her eyes.

Peter clenched his jaw and nodded, “yes I’m scared and in pain. Because the scariest and the most painful thing is to be hated by someone you truly love."

She stared at him for a moment in silence as he breathed loudly due to the pain in his rib cage.

Peter watched as she closed her eyes and her body tensed.

He quickly shot out a web to stabilize her as her body began to sway, her levitation wavering as she kept her eyes closed.

She seemed to be focused on something internal.

Whether that was the fake memories, the few remaining real ones, combing through the two, or something else, he had no way of knowing.

So he just watched and waited for her to come around.

As her eyes reopened, she shook her head, one hand tugging on her hair; a habit he picked up on her doing when confused as she hated being lost and unsure.

“I’m here. I know I … “ he swallowed, accepting his guilt, “I know I broke my promises to you. But if you come back to me, I won’t ever leave you alone again”.

She stared at him silently and he nearly gasped when he saw her eyes were not quite as dark as they were moments earlier.

“Come back to me, please. I’m here. Tell me what happened, what she did to you, I’ll find a way to fix it” he offered, reaching his hand towards her.

He knew very well if the wrong side of her won, she’d easily be able to grab his hand and throw him to the ground.

But he didn’t care, he needed to make this right.

This was how he was going to make amends to her, by being there for her when no one else was; when he should run and hide, he’d stay.

Y/N’s hand shook so hard Peter thought it would snap off, but eventually she had her palm in his.

His heart dropped as he looked at her hand, seeing the tips of her fingers were now black.

“Y/n?! What is this?” He asked, holding her hand tightly.

“D-dark-“ she mumbled causing him to look up and see she was still fighting something inside her head.

No, not something, someone.

There was only one person he knew capable of entering her head that way.

If Peter had her capabilities, he’d have bursted into the sky that moment and hunted Wanda down.

But he didn’t and he didn’t know how, or even if he could help.

Whatever hold Wanda had over her sister was clearly still wrecking havoc on y/n even more so as she fought back.

He watched as her body slowly slumped more and more.

Peter quickly used his free hand to form an ugly but sturdy connection between the ledge he was on and the web he’d shot under to to steady her earlier.

He had barely crossed the gap between them when she dropped into his arms.

Peter hadn’t even realized he started to cry, it was as if his heart knew what was coming before his brain figured it out.

“Y/n, please, you can do this. I told you, I’ve never underestimated you. I know you can do this” he encouraged, sinking to his knees as he held her.

It had all happened so fast; for him anyways.

He knew the war inside her own mind must’ve felt centuries long.

———

He’d seen the sisters in a big fight before and knew they had the ability to communicate to within the other’s brain rather than out loud.

It had only happened once as y/n begged Wanda to never do it again, her fear of not being in control of herself being crippling.

Back then it hadn’t been done with true malice, the way Peter figured it was now.

Instead it was a fight between siblings that got out of hand.

And Wanda kept her word and never forced her way into y/N’s mind again, at least not that he was aware of.

Until whatever this was, that is.

———

He’s not sure when or how it happened, but she’d gotten back in and manipulated y/N’s mind.

That much he knew for certain.

Why or how she’d grown this strong was beyond him.

She’d been able to show people their fears before, as had y/n.

But he’d never seen either sister twist someone’s memories or corrupt their emotions.

“I’m going to get you back where it’s safe and we’ll figure out a way to get her out” he said, noticing her staring at him.

“You can’t” she sighed.

“Yes, I can. And I will, I just need to-“ he began but she weakly squeezed his hand.

“She has the Darkhold” she whispered.

“The dark- what?” Peter asked, brushing hair away from her eyes.

“Darkhold.” She squeezed her eyes together as she shook her head, groaning softly.

“Y/n” Peter whimpered, staring at her hopelessly as he waited for her to once again deal with the war seemingly happening inside her mind.

When she opened her eyes, they were glazed and she looked ready to sleep at any moment.

Peter wasn’t sure what this Darkhold thing was, but he was going to learn.

He had to know what was causing the one he loved to appear weaker than she ever had been and yet when taken over by Wanda even more powerful than before.

Peter had seen y/n fight plenty of villains and even her sister in both mental and physical sparring rounds at Mr. Stark’s headquarters but she never looked this diminished.

Either the Darkhold made Wanda stronger, y/n weaker, or both.

Regardless it was now his mission to learn everything about it and make this better, to make her feel better.

Y/n sighed, “I can’t beat her. Not now, not with the Darkhold over her. I tried. I tried to stop her from hurting America Chavez and this is what happened”.

To say he was confused would be a huge understatement but Peter nodded, kissing her forehead tenderly, “you’re stronger than you let yourself believe y/n”.

She let out a gust of air and shook her head, “it’s not my self doubt this time. That’s the point of the Darkhold, no one can beat her right now “.

Peter frowned, his heart breaking at the defeated look on her face.

“So we wait” he said, “we wait until we can”.

She laughed softly, not the dark one he didn’t recognize, but not the one knew to be genuine.

No, this was a pity laugh, he realized.

“She won’t let me Peter. It’s literally killing me to resist this much, I can’t “ she said ashamed.

“So stop resisting!” He begged, propping her frame up.

She shook her head slowly, “if I do we’ll go back to being enemies. I’ll disappear into the darkness again. She’ll win the war. And you’ll be in danger. I’ll put you in danger”.

Peter fought back tears as he tried to reason with her “then let’s be enemies. Just for a bit as I figure this out. Then I’ll come back, I’ll find you again and pull you back out”.

She let her eyes get heavy again, “Peter promise me”.

He flinched as he recalled how he’d broken his last promise to her and yet she still wanted one from him.

“I promise, I won’t stop fighting to bring you-“ he said, pausing when he saw her tense.

She mumbled something he didn’t quite understand, something about him but she’d used his name making him realize she was trying to speak to Wanda but as her powers diminished she was struggling to do so without verbalizing it as well.

“Wanda. Please! You don’t get it” she responded, and the pain in her voice infuriated Peter.

He closed his eyes tightly as he held her to him.

“Is that all it was? Why you did this. Were you hoping to raise me into being your super weapon?” She asked, trying to form a sarcastic tone but failing.

Peter’s eyes broke open as he stared in shock down at her, watching as a few tears fell from her eyes at whatever Wanda’s response was.

Peter wanted nothing more than to get y/n back to his apartment, let her rest and find Wanda and fix this whole mess.

But as he stared down at her, his brain finally caught up with the sinking feeling his heart felt minutes before.

She wasn’t going to make it.

He didn’t want to admit it, but as his eyes looked over her, he knew it was true.

There weren’t even any wounds he could apply pressure to to help her.

They were all mental, all done by the dark war inside of her mind.

Looking back at Peter, she sighed “no. I need you to promise me th-tha”.

He nodded rapidly, “I promise, love. That’s what I was saying, I promise. You have to let go, let her win this fight. We’ll win the war”.

She pouted, “stop. That’s not it. Promise me you won’t touch the darkhold”.

“What?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief that that was her main concern right now.

“Peter!” She groaned, shutting him up.

“Fine, fine, fine. I promise, I won’t mess with whatever that is” he agreed, “now please stop fighting her”.

“Promise you won’t intentionally let her touch you with the darkhold magic” she added, reaching for his face.

He watched his tears bead off his cheeks and down onto her’s, mixing together with her own tears, “I promise. Now, y/n please end your resistance and we’ll figure this out”.

She gave him a smile, one that no matter the circumstances, made his stomach flip every time.

“I’m sorry Peter. I won’t let her overpower me again, I won’t. This dark war between us is over. I’m sorry you were dragged into it” she says, the last part almost missed behind Peter’s broken sobs.

Peter’s upper body collapsed over her’s the moment her eyes closed and her chest stopped raising.

———

Peter felt something cold against his cheek, pulling back, he saw the necklace he got her years ago around her neck.

It felt odd seeing it there, knowing she was wearing it while not remembering him when controlled by Wanda.

Especially when the locket had a picture of them together on it and a small scrap of paper he wrote her a note on folded up and tucked into the frame for the other side.

He shakingly opened the locket, needing to see the picture one last time.

Peter’s grip on the necklace doubled as he felt his muscles turn to steel.

The picture had been removed, replaced by one of Wanda and Y/n.

He knew he’d regret it, but he had to read the note and see if it was his small love letter to her or something else Wanda corrupted.

His eyes hardened as he read the fake note she used to replace his.

In his he’d talked about how much he loved y/n, well as much as he could fit onto the small paper.

In this one, Wanda wrote ‘War takes no pity on family’.

He numbly stood up, fists clenched at his side.

“You want a war Wanda?” He asked to the room that was empty apart from himself and y/n’s body.

“So be it” Peter murmured, “I’ll give you war”.

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I came across a tiktok of how similar these two went through... And I'm getting ideas

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BESTIEE my beloved can i request 5 and 3 with little!y/n and mommy!wanda pls <33

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forever

you woke up with a gasp, sitting upright immediately and looking around in the dark.

you began to cry; your bad dream had shocked you more than usual in your small headspace, and you didn’t know how to handle it.

luckily, wanda immediately was awake and pulling you into a hug, shushing you.

holding onto her tightly, your sobs began to lessen, although tears still ran hot down your face.

neither of you said anything for ten minutes, everything was quiet apart from wanda’s quiet shushing and cooing and your sniffles as you tried to calm down.

‘don’t leave me’ you mumbled quietly into her shirt.

‘oh, baby’ she said, and you could hear how upset she was, ‘mommy will never leave you. i promise.’

wanda lifted you up so that she was still holding you but she could see you and wipe away your tears.

‘i love you’ she held your face and stared into your eyes. ‘i love you so much, and i always will, my tiny little one.’

you smiled and leaned into her touch, beginning to grow tired again, trying to convey all of your love for her without saying it verbally.

seeing that your eyes were beginning to close, wanda laid you down on her chest and traced your face gently, kissing your forehead periodically.

‘i’m here. forever.’

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 1: The Experiment and The Flu

Summary: Peter Parker and Y/N L/N are junior biochem majors at Empire State College.  Peter needs a volunteer for his research project, and a series of events leads Y/N to come down with the flu...or does he?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, blood, needles, description of medical procedures

Word Count: 3.6K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

“I don’t know how I managed to let you talk me into going to the lab with you this early.”  You stretched your arms out as you yawned, keeping your arm just so to keep your coffee upright.

“Dude.  It’s 10 am,” Peter chuckled.

“These good looks don’t just happen, man.  I need a full nine hours.”

“Maybe if you went to bed before 3 am-” “Now wait a minute.  You’re lecturing me about going to bed early when you used to pull all-nighters slinging webs around Queens?”

“Shut up!” He swatted your arm before you had the chance to pull away.  “At least I was doing something productive with my life, not playing Pokemon-” “Completing the Pokedex is extremely productive.  Now it might not be the same kind of productive as extracting the Spidey mutation from your genome sequence, but categorizing all the Pokemon from the Galar region is an important, time-consuming task.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he rolled down the sidewalk next to you.  You chuckled, taking a sip of your coffee as you shook your head.  This sort of banter was typical of your friendship.  Peter was one of your closest friends and easy to joke with, but you also worked well together.  It didn’t hurt that you were both biochem majors and had the same sort of scientific mind.  Since you met in world civ last fall the two of you had been as thick as thieves.  It didn’t matter that he was three years older than you, a grade above you, or that he used to be Spider-Man.  Finding out that the guy in the Stark tech wheelchair who loved Led Zeppelin and Star Wars was once the friendly neighborhood superhero was not what you expected when you went over to his dorm to hang out for the first time.  Peter was used to people freaking out when they found out and was thrilled when you shrugged it off.  

“So what exactly are we doing today?” you asked.  You had volunteered to help him out with a research project he was working on.  He hadn’t told you much about it, only that it was being funded by Tony Stark and dealt with genome sequencing. 

“Nothing too crazy.  I need to take samples of your blood.  I’ll use those as test subjects against my blood.  That’ll be the control sample.”  He punched in a sequence on the keypad on the arm of his chair.  Tank tracks dropped down from the bottom of the seat as the chair began to climb the stairs to the science building.  

“You know how to take blood?” you asked, holding the door open for him as he wheeled into the building.

“Yeah, well…yeah.  I mean Sam taught me how to start an IV and drawing blood is the same principle, right?  You gotta find the vein.”

“Oh my god I’m gonna die,” you mumbled as you turned down the hall toward the lab Peter worked out of.  It was one of the newest labs on campus.  Tony Stark had donated a sizable amount of money toward the Empire State College science and research division with the provision that all the money go toward funding better facilities for students.  The new building had just opened at the beginning of the semester.  Peter was more than excited to have a space stocked with the latest Stark technology to work on his newest endeavor.  It was more convenient than trying to head upstate to the Avengers Compound a few times a week.

“I won’t let you bleed out on me, man.  Worst comes to worst we’ll just throw some webs on it and send you to New York Pres.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about all of this?  Because it’s totally not.”  You hated needles.  You hated doctors.  The thought of someone who was decidedly NOT a medical professional fishing around your elbow for a vein made your stomach flip flop.  Maybe a large coffee wasn’t the best idea for breakfast…

The bright fluorescent lights in the lab snapped on as you opened the door.  They seemed unnecessary as sunlight flooded the windows that took up the entirety of the easternmost wall.  The overhead haze added to the sterile feel of the room: the latest in Stark Technology, ranging from microscopes and test tubes to autoclaves and fabricators, shone brightly against the lights.  It was nerd heaven, stuffed to the brim with everything anyone could ever need for any experiment they could dream of.  You threw your backpack on a lab table adjacent to where Peter was setting up his laptop.  Once you were done helping him out, you figured you’d swing by the library to start cracking on the paper for your art history course.

“So I already took my own samples earlier this week,” he explained. “I’m storing them in the fridge over there.  Mind grabbing them for me?” He motioned with his head to the mini fridge that sat next to the sink.  You walked over to the fridge, seeing a rack of blood vials sitting on the bottom shelf amongst the Petri dishes of spores and sole can of Coke.  “Don’t drop it,” he cautioned as grabbed a ziploc baggie of medical supplies out of his bag.

“Whoop.”  You fake tripped, stumbling around and swinging the tray to and fro aimlessly.  He shot you a somewhat serious glare.  You returned a toothy grin.  

“Dude if you drop that-”

“Relax, Pete.  I’ve got steady hands.”  You placed the tray on the table in front of him with the grace of a swan.  “See?” You raised your hands up defensively.  “Steady hands.  I should be a goddamn surgeon.”

“Ah yes, Dr. Y/N L/N, the surgeon who hates blood.”  He dumped the contents onto the table.  Out fell some rubber gloves, a rubber tourniquet, needles, tubes, alcohol wipes, and cotton balls.  You gulped at the sight of the paraphernalia.  “So why don’t you just sit there and roll up your sleeve so we can do this.”

“Are you sure you can’t just, like, prick my finger?”  Plopping onto the stool you rolled up the sleeve of flannel.  

“Do you want to sit here and fill up these tubes one drop at a time?” Peter asked from the sink.  The tray of tubes, empty ones and ones full of his blood, sat next to him as he washed his hands.

“Good point,” you muttered.  It felt like you were chewing on the flannel from your shirt.

“Just relax, I did it on myself the other day and I turned out just fine.”  There was a slight waver in your friend’s voice as he spoke.  Try as he might to hide it, Peter was nervous, too.  He snapped on the baby blue gloves.  You turned your head away, refusing to look until he was done.  “Can you just make a fist for-good okay, yup, I see the vein.”  The sudden coolness of the alcohol against your skin made you shiver, but you refused to look.  Even as you felt the slight prick of the needle against your skin you kept your eyes firmly shut.  “Told you I wouldn’t let you bleed out,” he chuckled, replacing the now full vial with an empty one.

“How many vials do you need?”  You strained your neck as you tried to look as far away as you could from the scene unfolding in front of you.

“I don’t know, I did six of my own.  That should be enough,” Peter shrugged.  

Six vials of blood?  Why did you even decide to do this in the first place?  You could’ve been back in your dorm in the comfort of your bed, sleeping the morning away, instead of having your blood forcibly removed from your body.  Peter definitely owed you big time.  

He removed the tube from your arm, handing you a cotton ball to stop the bleeding.  “That should be it.  Mind putting those back in the fridge for me?”  

The second your feet hit the floor your knees wobbled.  It was probably psychosomatic, but the sight of all your blood sitting inches outside where it should be made you the slightest bit queasy.  “Yeah, no problem.”  You shook your head quickly.  There was no way you were going to let yourself puke or, even worse, drop the vials and have to do it all over again.  

It took all your effort not to look down at the plastic tray in your hands.  You concentrated all your effort on staring down the refrigerator.  That ultimately meant neglecting your untied shoelace.  Before you realized what was happening you found yourself tripping over your feet.  While you managed to not lose your balance completely, the sudden jolt sent two of the vials crashing to the floor.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you set the tray on the floor.  There were shards of glass and blood splattered across the marble tile.  You quickly glanced over your shoulder, hoping Peter hadn’t seen your mistake.  Much to your relief he was engrossed in his notebook.  That bought you some time to quickly clean up the mess.  You looked around for a roll of paper towels, spotting the roll next to the sink and tearing off a few sheets.  The crimson puddles looked like they’d be easy enough to clean up.  Not thinking too much about it, you knelt down and started blotting at the spill.  A sudden stab caused you to recoil from the ground in pain.  As you examined your hand, you noticed a small scratch on the pad of your thumb.  

“You good?” Peter’s voice broke you away from staring at your hand.

“Yeah.  Dropped one of the vials and cut myself.  I’m good.”

“Was it one of mine or yours?”

“Uhh, mine.”  Truth be told you had no idea if it was yours or his.  There was no way to know which vial was which.  Peter knew.  He probably had it marked down in his laptop or something.  But you remembered that his vials were facing you when you pulled them out of the fridge.  That meant yours were away from you and there was an empty spot there.  Yeah, it’s mine.  “You need me for anything else?”

“Nah, you’re good,” Peter focused intensely on his laptop, typing away as you finished cleaning up your mess and putting the samples away.  “Are we still on for dinner tonight?  Ned’s dying to try out that new Thai place on Watts Street.”

“Yeah, shoot me a text.  I’m headed to the library for a bit.”  You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you headed for the door.  “See you.”

“Thanks again, Y/N.”

******

You spent the rest of the day in the library researching and typing and revising your paper.  The minutes ticked by as you lost yourself in the endless barrage of Western paintings you thought looked all too similar.  Yet as the day passed you found yourself feeling strange.  At first you thought you had been studying too long.  The words on your laptop screen seemed fuzzy and you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph on Donatello about a dozen times before anything seemed to click.  Then the library seemed to drop ten degrees before abruptly shooting up another twenty.  Sweat on the back of your neck ran down your shirt and chilled you as fast as it cooled you off.  The lights were suddenly too bright and even the silence was too loud.  

Shit, you thought to yourself as your felt heat radiating off your forehead.  It was probably the flu.  It had been making the rounds through campus for the better part of a month, so you weren’t completely surprised.  Closing your laptop and shoving your books in your bag, you texted Peter as you left the library:

Got the flu.  You and Ned go without me.  I’m gonna go to bed.

The walk back to your apartment wasn’t long, but it was a near-impossible task in your ever-worsening condition.  Every step felt like you were trudging through molasses.  Your legs were as heavy as cement and you prayed you wouldn’t trip because you weren’t sure you’d be able to get up again.  Tears clouded your vision.  Rubbing your eyes didn’t help.  The only thing on your mind was downing half a bottle of Nyquil and passing out as soon as you got back to your room.  

Much to your relief you walked into an empty apartment.  Peter and Ned must’ve already left for dinner.  You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag at the front door.  There was no doubt in your mind that this was the flu: you felt like absolute garbage as you shuffled to your bedroom.  As you flopped on the bed, clothes and all, your body felt like it was made of lead.  Bone-crushing fatigue consumed you as you shivered on top of your bedspread.  You prayed that you’d be able to get a little bit of sleep to help dull the pain.

When you woke the following morning, you were surprised to find that you didn’t feel sick at all.  In fact, you felt better than you had in a long time.  There wasn’t any evidence that you felt so poorly only a few hours ago.  You swung your legs around to the side of the bed and stared at the floor as you thought about what you were going to do all day, but when you tried to stand up something was off.  As you stretched your arms above your head, you felt something engulf you: it was your blanket.  It was stuck to your hands.  

Did I spill Nyquil on my hands? you wondered as you tugged at the fuzzy fabric.  No, I didn’t take any Nyquil last night.

It took a considerable amount of effort to tear just one of your hands away only for it to stick on the wall as you balanced against it for support.  Paint flaked away as you ripped your hand away.  At that point you weren’t sure if you were still asleep or not.  Squeezing your eyes shut, you reopened them to find flakes of drywall still attached to your fingers.  What the hell?  You shook your hands, trying to free yourself of the debris, but as you flicked your wrist downward, you heard a loud thwack.  The sticky white residue covered Marty McFly’s face on the Back to the Future poster that hung next to your bed.  That same white residue balled up on the inside of your wrist.  When you tried to pull it off, a long spindly web came with it.

Oh fuck.

The implications of what just happened were huge to say the least.  The vial you broke yesterday wasn’t yours: it was Peter’s.  His blood contaminated yours when you cut yourself and now you had…spidey powers?  It couldn’t be.  This all had to be some sort of nightmare.  You were just a normal guy trying to make it through college relatively unscathed.  Sure, your roommate was an Avenger and that was a little weird, but other than that your experience was pretty normal.  You had no interest in having superpowers or saving the world whatsoever.  

“Everything okay in there, man?” Peter asked as he rapped on your door.  It momentarily snapped you out of your panic.

“Uhh yeah, yeah.  I’m good,” you hollered through the door, still looking at the web in your hand.  

“You sure?”

“Yeah.  I’m okay.  Just, uhh, knocked my blankets off the bed.”  You wiped the web up with a tissue, praying that it wouldn’t stick to your hand, too.  It didn’t, much to your relief.  

“How are you feeling?” he called as you started taking off your clothes from the day before.  A long shower would help you figure out what your next move was.  

“Good.  Great actually.  I feel fine,” you responded, throwing your dirty t-shirt on the ground.  “How was dinner?” “It totally sucked, man.  You didn’t miss much,” Ned’s voice was faint as he yelled from the kitchen.  

“Bummer.  I told you that you should’ve done Indian instead.”

“Well hey if you’re feeling better why don’t we go for lunch?” Your stomach grumbled at the thought, but images of getting stuck to the subway pole loomed in your mind.  “Yeah, sure,” you responded absentmindedly while kicking your pants off and grabbing a clean pair of sweats off your bed.  

Wearing nothing but your boxers, you opened the door fully intending to go straight to the bathroom.  The second Peter and Ned saw you their jaws dropped.

“Dude!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Wha-?”  

“Woah!  Y/N, when did you get ripped?” Ned asked.  You were thoroughly confused.  None of your hobbies included going to the gym or working out.  What were they talking about?  The lights came on in the bathroom and as your eyes adjusted to the brightness you were shocked.  It was like someone took a  chisel to your body overnight.  There were muscles in places you didn't know there could be muscles.  The reflection in the mirror showed you defined pecs, swollen biceps, and the faintest outline of a six pack.

“What the hell?” you mumbled in disbelief.  Your fingers traced over your chest, taking in the new body you’d inadvertently fallen into.  It was a surreal experience seeing an unfamiliar body in the mirror.  It was almost like you were watching someone else live your life while you watched from outside yourself.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?” Peter asked as he wheeled himself in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeah.  I’ve just got spidey powers now.”  It didn’t even feel like you were the one saying those words.  Haze clouded your periphery, forcing you to focus on the newness of your body.  It was an out-of-body experience in every way.  There was no way to really process the profundity of the situation.  

“You WHAT?”

Time stopped.  Everything stopped.  Peter’s face contorted with dozens of emotions in the blink of an eye.  Glass shattered on the kitchen floor as Ned’s glass slipped out of his hand.  

“Umm, yeah I guess.  I’m starting to think that was your blood that I cleaned up yesterday.”  You half expected Peter to be furious at the truth, but the beaming grin on his face told you otherwise.

“It worked!  Holy shit it WORKED!”  He spun his chair around excitedly, whooping all the while.  “Mr. Stark, oh man, he’s gonna be so excited!  He’ll want to meet you.  Man, now he doesn’t even need to look for someone to be the next Spider-Man because…oh this is great, I can teach you everything!  That way you’ll be WAY ahead of where he thinks you should be and he’ll let you onto the team fas-”

“The next Spider-Man?”

“I mean yeah, Mr. Stark will definitely want to talk to you about it,” Peter replied.

“Dude, I’d kill to be Spider-Man!” Ned added, sweeping up what remained of his glass.

“No way, absolutely not,” you groused as you stormed out of the bathroom.  “No offense, Pete, but I don’t want to be an Avenger.”

“You don’t have to make a decision now.  I don’t even know if he’ll ask.  I mean he probably will but that doesn’t mean anything.  He might just want you to come in to do, like, more testing or something.”  Peter gingerly walked back his excitement.  The prospect of training the next Spider-Man brought a sense of optimism back into his life that had long been forgotten.  Losing his identity as the local neighborhood web slinger stripped away a core part of his identity: Peter Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same.  Sure, he still used his powers and webs when he could, but it wasn’t the same.  Tony had offered to make him an exosuit after the accident, but he knew that he couldn’t do it anymore.  One close brush with death was more than enough for him.

“Look,” you sighed, “I’m not you.  I don’t want to go out and swing through Manhattan and stop burglars or fight weird lizard things.  I just want to be a normal guy doing normal guy things with my normal guy friends if I can even call the two of you normal.”  Peter chuckled half-heartedly.

“Wait, can you stick to the ceiling?” Ned suddenly asked.  You sighed again, shaking your head as you extended your arm up and jumped: you stuck.  “Woah!  That’s sweet!”

“Yeah, it is kinda cool I guess,” you chuckled as you watched your fingertips completely suspend your dead weight from the ceiling.  Getting used to your new body was a curious sensation.  Everything felt sharper.  Colors were brighter and bolder.  You saw incredibly small movements even from the corners of your eye.  Your body felt stronger and faster and more agile.  It was strange, spending your entire life as a regular human being and then waking up one day twenty years later with these weird spidery feelings tingling inside you.  

“Do you want one of my web shooters?” Peter asked as you dropped down.

“Web shooters?”

“Yeah,” Peter replied questioningly as he raised an eyebrow.  “You don’t think I can actually make webs, do you?”

You responded by mimicking the hand gesture Peter frequently showed you, flicking your wrist downward as a raveled strand of webs flew out of your wrist.  Peter ducked his head out of the way in the knick of time while Ned’s jaw dropped in amazement.  

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

[queerpumpkinnn]

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Y/N: *Walks into the kitchen* “Morning.”

Wanda: “Morning. Did you just get home?”

Y/N: “Yeah.”

Wanda: “Wait a minute, you didn't come home all night?”

Y/N *Rolls eyes and jokes* “No, mom. Why?”

Wanda: “I must be going nuts 'cause I could've sworn I saw you when I walked past your room.”

Y/N: *Blushes* “Was it about 2:30? Was I half-naked?”

Wanda: “Y/N, what’s going on?”

Y/N: “Well, I was sorta messing around with Peter last night and...”

Wanda: “Messing around?”

Y/N: “Yeah. Having sex.”

Wanda: “Oh.”

Y/N: “See, this is why I don't want to talk to you about this. It's weird talking to my sister about sex anyway.”

Wanda: “Well, tough. Pietro’s with Clint on a road trip so, spill.”

Y/N: *Sighs* “Well, we were doing, you know, and I was about to, you know, and suddenly I teleported out to my room.”

Wanda: “Oh my god, you didn't? Did he notice?”

Y/N: “No, thank god, I teleported back in before the lights came back on. Talk about embarrassing.”

[littlepotaaatosimp]

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Resume : Two souls broken by their loss meet. Could their common trauma bring them closer together? Will they help each other heal?

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