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starlight-parkers · 7 years ago

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Hope (Peter Parker x Reader)

*gif not mine, credit goes to dailymarvelheroes*

Summary: Despite the pain you’ve been through, Peter won’t give up hope. It’s not in his vocabulary.

Author’s note(s): This was a request from @help-im-a-fan-girl! I feel like I haven’t written in a while, even though I wrote everyday for 25 days lol >.< hope you enjoy x

Warning(s): Angst, Mentions of death, Blood(?)

Being sixteen and on a battlefield is something you’d hope isn’t accepted on society anymore, you’d hope children wouldn’t lie about their age so they could fight for their countries but never return home. You’d hope that humans would learn from their mistakes and stop this from happening. You’d hope.

Because when you’re sixteen, most people would expect you to sleep until noon on a Sunday, or complain about the tonnes and tonnes of math homework you’d gotten from that stupid teacher who can’t even control the class or they’d expect you to be a wild one, attending parties and staying out late, coming home at ungodly hours of the morning. That’s what most people would expect, normal teenagers with normal lives, their only associations with war being what they’d heard on the news.

Except for Peter, it had been different. He was destined for more it seemed, after being bitten by that spider, the teenager knew he’d never be the same. That’s how he found himself in the middle of a war zone, aliens zooming above his head with the occasional one falling from the amber, flame kissed abyss of the sky. His brown hues shoot to the left as the Iron Man zips past him, shooting at the perpetrators who’re trying to invade earth and get their hands on the infinity stones.

Like I said before, you’d hope that a teenager would never find themselves in the middle of a battlefield, but here Peter was. Fighting for the lives of not only his loved ones, but the normal people back on earth who deserved to live their lives. He’s scared shitless, that’s for certain and even when he’s watching one of Thanos’ minions die before him, your presence behind the boy, is enough to calm him.

“You okay Peter?” You ask through the coms of your suit. Peter looks to you, through the lenses of his iron spider suit. He loves you, his girlfriend, and he knew you wouldn’t just stay home and let this blow over. You were destined for greatness too. When you were born, you had inherited a gene that allowed you to control dark matter, it was Tony who had found you around the same time as Peter and it was Tony who’d brought you both together.

Peter allowed himself to look over your dark black and purple suit. It’s a skintight, adaptable metal suit, much like Tony’s except the visor allows Peter to see your face. Your hands are free, allowing you to use your powers freely and Your hair is matter against your sweaty (skin tone) skin and your cheeks are flushed from where you’ve exerted so much to take down some aliens. The suit prevented your powers being overused, they were much like a nuclear core, unstable. With too much energy, especially in space, you would combust. Die. “I just want to make it out of this” the words slip past Peter’s lips before he can stop them, and in the midst of the chaos that is the Infinity War, you move to your boyfriend, griping his helmet and looking into his lenses as you press your foreheads together.

“We will” you whisper to him, causing him to nod as you push yourself away from your boyfriend. “Get back to work Spiderboy”

He smiles, feeling motivated again as he works hard to defeat the aliens, working side by side with his mentor, Tony Stark. Things seem to be looking up, well, as much as they can during the masses of death and blood. The Avengers are pushing back, forcing their alien enemies away from their beloved earth.

But then, a scream through the coms momentarily throws them off of track, and multiple heads snap in one direction.Your direction. Peter’s blood runs cold as his eyes meet your struggling form, trapped between a crowd of those god-awful aliens and a hard rock. He can hear you squealing, whimpering and crying through his coms as the aliens tear at your suit, breaking it apart and your boyfriend can tell you’re trying your hardest to fend them off.

He knows that you’re using all your power but combined with the weakness of your metal suit, there’s a chance that your senses will go into overdrive and that you’ll die. Before he can stop himself, the spider-like boy is moving towards you at top speeds as your screams turn to helpless sobs. He hates himself for not watching out for you, for protecting you and he wishes that he fought harder to have you stay on earth because even though you’re not a normal teen, you’re Peter’s normal. You keep him grounded, and if he loses you the he’ll lose himself.

It’s as if time slows down when he finally reaches you, he’s close enough to see your face clearly, but not close enough to fight off those aliens. Your once, painless, soft (skin tone) features are now contorted into a tight, hurt expression as a purple light ignites in your chest, slicing through all the aliens attacking you. Peter, along with several avengers like Stephen, Thor, Peter Quill and the other guardians are knocked back by the sheer force of your powers combusting.

And fuck, he knows, he knows he’s too late.

Peter chokes back a sob as he lunges towards the spot you were once trapped in, watching as you fall lifelessly to the floor. Your vitals flash across Peter’s screen as he yells at Karen to find ways to bring you back. Heart failure. You’re dead.

Tony forces Peter down as he screams, cries and kicks. Your name, coming out as a pain-filled moan from between his chapped lips. The air in his helmet become thick, heavy and suddenly he can’t breathe, everything is too much and then everything turns to black.

Back on earth, when the war is over, things are hard. Incredibly hard. Many were lost in the battle, your life included and it pains Peter, to the point where he breaks completely. He can’t eat, sleep or fuck, even breathe without thinking of you in your final moments. All the colour in the world that you brought it him has faded to grey, and he’s hopeless.

Except, he’s given just a glimmer when Tony shows up at his apartment complex one day, with news that you didn’t die and that some way, somehow, Tony was able to save you.

When he sees you, in one of the hospital wards in Tony’s compound, his heart breaks. You’re pale and your hair has thinned and you’re covered in burn marks from where your own heart combusted. There’s a large scar just peaking out of your hospital gown that seems to have come from your chest. “Wh-what is that?” The young superhero chokes out to his mentor.

Tony sighs, looking over at your sleeping form. “When we took-“ he coughs, the words catching in his throat. “The bodies back to earth, we were able to detect a glimmer of a heartbeat in (Y/N)’s vitals, it was extremely weak and I spoke with Dr Strange who said we had a 50:50 chance of saving her with some of my technology.”

Tony stops as Peter’s tired brown eyes flicker over to the steady heart monitor that connects to your bed. “We, essentially, replaced her heart” Tony continues. “Gave her a mini reactor, like my previous ones, to keep the remains of her heart together and she survived.”

“So” Peter let out, the words coming out as hoarse from where his throat was dry and sore from his crying. “She’ll live?”

Tony nods simply, taking the boy by his hand. “She will, we obviously had to inform her parents of the truth and she will need rehab.” The older adds, looking at the girl who lays stiffly in bed. “The blast damaged a few of her nerve endings, we were able to reconnect some but Strange insists that he give her rehab”

The next few months are tougher than Peter imagined, you’re so fragile and broken and he’s so scared to touch you. Everything hurts, your muscles are weak and even the slightest whimper from your lips makes even Peter want to cry. He stays strong for you, through the rest of your surgeries and helps you when you struggle with Strange’s rehab practices.

Some times, Peter has to come to your ward in the early hours of the morning, from where you’ve been thrashing about and screaming in your sleep, your own death replaying before your eyes. “P-peter” you sob out one night as he pulls you into a protective hold. “I-can’t do this anymore, wh-what if thanos comes back and-?”

You cut yourself off as a hysterical sob wracks your body and your boyfriend pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Don’t say that, I’m here now baby, I promise I’ll protect you better this time. That fucker won’t touch you again I swear.”

And you sigh, rubbing your tear streaked face into his jumper as he gently rocks you back and forth. “We’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I love you” he whispers, as your sobs quieten down and he can feel you relax in his arms as he tries to coax you back into the confines of sleep.

You exhale through your nose, soft (eye colour) hues drifting shut. “We’re gonna be okay” you repeat, slipping back into slumber. “N’ I love you too”

Peter smiles, a glint of hope lighting up in his chest. He hopes that you can get better, and that you can overcome this together. It may be days, weeks, months or years before this happens but he promises to stay by your side and protect you until then.

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