#i didnt want comms to be the first thing i drew this year so we get uh... hm!

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Delinquents (Peter Parker X Reader)

ENDGAME SPOILERS - DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU

Summary: The first halfway decent guy in the galaxy (Y/N) has met happens to be a disaster of a human being, Peter Parker. Unfortunately, both of their guardians are more than a little protective of them.

Requested by & Anon: Can you write a Peter Parker x reader where they meet in the final battle in Endgame and she’s, like, Captain Marvel’s sidekick/second-in-command, so Carol is protective of her?

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (L/N) - last name Warnings: mentioned kidnapping, mentioned memory loss, mentioned forced military service, battles, injuries, stitches, injuries being stitched, cursing definitely Word Count: 2,135

Note: i...had too much fun with this. Pls give me more carol and tony and peter and

    “So...they decided to find the stones and bring back past Thanos-- all without telling you?” (Y/N) questioned.

    Her mentor, Carol Danvers, sighed. “Yep, that’s about it.”

    Their conversation seemed relaxed, but the two were soaring through space in modified Kree uniforms, decorated in red, blue, and gold. Carol used the suit’s built in helmet only to communicate with (Y/N), who had to have her suit fully on for space travel.

Unlike Carol, (Y/N) had no special powers. She was simply a well-trained human being that had been taken by the Kree after she had a run-in with Skrulls. She couldn’t remember a thing of her old life, much like Carol had experienced a while back. When they met, Carol couldn’t help taking the girl under her wing.

So, there they were, mentor and apprentice, racing to the aid of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

“Approaching the compound,” Carol said suddenly. “Get your gear ready, kiddo.”

    “I thought I was First Lieutenant,” (Y/N) teased.

    Carol snorted. “That’s Monica. You’re Second Lieutenant and you know it.” They shared a laugh before she went serious. “I’ll take down the ship, you find the other Captain and see what you can do.”

    “Yes, ma’am,” she said instantly.

    They approached the compound sight and zoomed into the fight. Carol went for the ship, as she said, while (Y/N) flew down, using suit modifications that had been made for her, and looked for Captain Rogers.

    “Danvers, we could use the assist,” a man said.

She spotted the man of red, white, and blue and landed in front of him, knowing instantly that she was in the right place.

    “Captain Rogers?” (Y/N) asked, standing tall with her shoulders back.

    “Yeah,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Who’s asking?”

    “First Lieutenant (Y/N) (L/N), sir,” she replied, giving a good and proper salute. “Captain Danvers has me at your service.”

    He blinked a few times before smiling a little. “Good to meet you, Lieutenant. You’re a little young, huh?”

    “I was a Lieutenant with the Kree,” she shrugged. “It’s just kind of an in-joke now, since Carol saved me. Anyway, how can I be of help?”

    Rogers nodded and gestured down the field. “One of ours is carrying the stones.We gotta get them safely to an ugly brown van farther that way and send ‘em back to the right year.”

    “Got it,” (Y/N) nodded before pressing a hand to her wrist. “Captain, you got that?”

    “Loud and clear,” Carol replied over the comms. “Does their carrier happen to be a kid with a mess of brown hair?”

    Rogers snorted a little. “That’s him.”

    “That’s him. I’m on my way.”

    With that, (Y/N) flew off again, wind whipping through her hair as she did. She observed the ground below her as she soared, searching for the kid with messy hair, as Carol had described. She saw him a good distance from the central force of the battle, but he was headed right toward it, as he was supposed to. As she descended to meet him, she watched him get knocked off his feet and fall into the dirt.

    “You okay?” (Y/N) asked, rushing over and reaching out a hand to help pull him up.

    When he was on his feet again, he nodded slightly, looking at her with slight wonder in his eyes. “Yeah-- yeah, I’m good.”

    “I’m (Y/N),” she introduced. As soon as she did, Carol landed next to her with a rumble of the ground. “She’s Carol.”

    The boy fumbled for words. “I’m, uh, I’m Peter-- Peter Parker.”

    “Hi, Peter Parker,” Carol grinned dorkily. “You got something for us?”

    Peter almost shyly passed her the new gauntlet with the stones in it before glancing over at the masses of aliens headed right for them. “Dunno how you’re gonna get it through there alone.”

    “Don’t worry,” said a voice. “She’s not.”

    Both Peter and (Y/N) were in awe when an entire troop of badass women joined them, weapons tightly in their hands, if they had any. Despite this near army of reinforcements, Carol frowned and looked to her second-in-command.

    “C’mon,” she said. “I need back-up.”

    (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other women pointedly, but was ignored when Carol took her arm and dragged her forward. Without another word, they were thrown into the battle, barely given a moment to breathe, much less speak.

    “Really!?” (Y/N) shouted to her as they flew through the crowds, taking a shot now and then. “The first normal looking, half decent guy we meet and you get protective now?”

    “Shut up, Lieutenant, and focus on not dying!”

    (Y/N) sighed. “I hate you.”

    Carol scoffed, gauntlet tight in her arms. “Please,” she said. “You love me.”

    Post Endgame, as Dr Strange had become fond of calling it, Carol instructed (Y/N) to head to the medbay and take care of herself, seeing as she’d been pretty beat up in the battle. But who wasn’t, to be frank?

    After a close call with Tony, everyone was shaken. Carol and (Y/N) had barely put together a makeshift device using his suit’s built-in nano technology and their own old Kree rigs on their suits to heal his arm. He’d almost died in his wife’s arms. Luckily, the two were too quick for that.

    Peter was particularly shaken by Tony’s near death. When the man gasped for breath for the first time in a good minute, the boy instantly hugged the life out of (Y/N), thanking her through sobs.

    Seeing as the compound had been destroyed, there was an emergency aid center set up in the remnants of the battlefield. Those who weren’t as badly hurt could travel home with the help of the wizards. Some of the closer members of the Avengers travelled to the new temporary Avengers base-- which was actually old. Avengers Tower was back in business.

    (Y/N) sauntered into the medbay with minor injuries, glancing into recovery rooms as she passed them. Most of them were full of patients who had needed emergency attention, but in the fifth room down, she found a very different person there.

    Peter Parker glanced at her briefly, but drew his attention back to the needle in his hand. He was attempting to stitch up a head wound by himself, using only a mirror on a metal tray by his recovery bed. He was failing miserably. When he missed his mark and gasped in pain, (Y/N) stepped into the room.

    “Let me help,” she said, approaching.

    Without letting him protest, though he seemed too tired to do so, she took the needle and began to stitch himself up herself. Peter had to look up at an odd angle to let her reach his cut, but it gave him the perfect view of (Y/N)’s face as she worked; furrowed eyebrows, bitten lip. She was entirely focused on him.

    He had barely muttered a thanks before the work was halfway done.

    “So, Peter Parker,” (Y/N) hummed as she continued, “What’s your story?”

    “I don’t-- I don’t really have one,” he muttered.

    The girl chuckled. “I doubt that. Everybody has a story.”

    “Well...I was bitten by a radioactive spider. So I have super strength and can stick to walls.” He told his story as bluntly as he could. “I made a webbing solution and a costume and became Spider-Man, I guess. Then, Mr. Stark made me a suit and let me join the Avengers-- more or less.”

    (Y/N) stopped for a second, processing his tale. “Huh,” she said. “I thought I was weird.”

    “Yeah?” He asked with a small smile. “What’s, uh, what’s your story?”

    “I ran into these aliens when I was little,” she started. “The Skrull. The Kree fought them off and couldn’t wipe my memories of them, so they kidnapped me and turned me into a soldier. I got to First Lieutenant before Carol found me and freed me. I’ve been with her ever since, ‘cause I can’t remember my life on Earth.”

    “Wow,” Peter whispered, grimacing slightly as the stitches stung him. “That’s…”

    (Y/N) laughed. “Crazy, I know.”

    “Not that crazy,” he said in an attempt to make her feel better. “We just beat up a humanoid plum with a bunch of wizards and superheroes.”

    She burst into giggles at that, as did he. Her laughter only egged him on and by the time his stitches were in, (Y/N) was red in the face from laughing. This Peter kid was pretty hilarious and he thought she was great. Nobody ever thought he was that funny.

    “You’re pretty cool,” he muttered as she went to clean up around his now fully stitched cut. “For somebody who was a soldier in an alien army.”

    (Y/N) grinned and shook her head, wiping at his forehead with a damp cloth. “And you’re pretty cool for a high school boy.”

    She took the cloth and went to put it away, turning away from Peter. He took a deep breath and bit his lip, probably about to regret what he was going to say. That said, he was gonna do it anyway.

    “So, uh, I know this probably the worst time ever,” he said. “But do you wanna get something to eat sometime? With me? I dunno, maybe downtown or something or--”

    “I’m not exactly familiar with Earth customs anymore,” she interrupted, smiling to herself before turning back around. “But are you asking me on a date?”

    Peter swallowed. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, if you want to…”

    (Y/N) gave him a big smile, unable to keep it back at his nervous demeanor. “I’d like that.”

    “You-- you would? Really?”

    “Definitely,” she nodded. “But I’ll have to escape Carol first. She’s...really protective.”

    He laughed a little, nerves finally starting to wear off. “Tell me about it,” he agreed. “I think Mr. Stark would lock me in my room for the rest of my life if he could.”

    “Speak of the devil…” (Y/N) suddenly whispered.

    They could hear shouting down the hall. From the entrance of the medbay, echoes of two distinct voices reached their ears; one of a very pissy Captain and a less-than-pleased genius. Their parents were essentially arguing. What they didn’t realise was that each of their kids was listening in.

    “You keep your Spiderling away from my kid,” Carol huffed.

    Tony sputtered. “Yeah, well, keep your space soldier away from my kid.”

    “Did you hear that?” Peter gasped, drawing (Y/N)’s attention to him. “He called me his kid!”

    She grinned at his pure reaction before glancing out in the hall. She saw them in power stances, completely focused on each other. Smiling to herself, she shrunk back into the recovery room and looked over at her companion.

    “Maybe we should go on that date right now,” she suggested.

    Peter stammered. “Wh-- what? Like right-- Like right now? Right now?”

    “Yeah,” (Y/N) laughed. “Before they inevitably separate us for who knows how long. You in?”

    “Oh, I’m definitely in,” he said with a shy smile.

    She grinned proudly. “Good, ‘cause I have a terrible, terrible idea. But it’s gonna be hilarious in, like, 5 years.”

    “You know what?” Carol huffed. “I’m gonna go get my ‘space soldier’ and we’re gonna leave.”

    “Good!” Tony exclaimed as she began to walk away from him and toward the recovery rooms. “Good riddance! You keep her away from my kid, you hear? He’s been traumatized by aliens enough!”

    Carol scoffed and shouted back. “She’s human, genius!” She turned away to look into the recovery room and grab her kid, but realised it was empty. “Shit.”

    Tony walked up at her lack of argument and looked into the room, having the same realisation. “If she took my boy, I swear to god--!”

    “WOOHOO!”

    Both heroes whipped around at the exclamation, staring out the massive windows in the tower to see their two wards having the time of the lives. Peter was fully clothed in his Spider-Man gear and had a string of web attached to (Y/N)’s feet as she used her formerly Kree space suit to fly down the street. She pulled him along, laughing her ass off at his mutual amusement.

    Meanwhile, their guardians were fuming.

    “PETER PARKER, YOU JUVENILE DELINQUENT--!”

    “YOU ARE SO GROUNDED, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

    But she and Peter ignored their exclamations.

    “Where to, Spider-Man?” She shouted down at him, a silly grin on her face.

    He laughed, though it was muffled by the heavy wind. “I know a great shawarma place downtown!”

    “What’s shawarma?” (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

    “You haven’t had shawarma!?” Peter gasped, almost offended before laughing loudly. “Oh, we are gonna have so much fun!”

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