Marvel One-Shots and Imagines [Reader-Inserts]

    Good thing Peter had Spidey senses or as soon as he walked into your room, he would have been hit in the face with a flying math book. It just so happened that as he was opening the door, you had thrown your math book right where his head would be. He easily ducked down, the book flying over and skidding to a halt on the ground behind him. Papers were strewn out on your bed and your hair was a mess. Eyes wide, you both stared at each other for a moment before either of you even spoke. 

    "So, having a hard time?" Peter chuckled, running a hand over his neck nervously. 

    "What gave it away?" You grumbled, pulling your knees up close to your chest. 

    "Need help with your homework? I like to think I'm pretty smart," He offered as he walked over to your bed, sitting down next to you. The two of you had to keep the door open, Tony's rule. Since you lived in his tower, it had to be followed. 
    
    Since a young age, you had lived with the Avengers. It always ended up being in one of Tony's big towers, as they thought the security was the best for you. You wouldn't consider Tony a father figure to you though. If anything, that would be Steve. But, since Civil War, everything had changed. You wanted to help Steve, be on his side, but he refused. You were too young and still needed to have a large amount of security on you. With the magic you possessed, you were a high target for enemies to kidnap. So, you had been left with Tony and his side of the team. 

    You made it obvious whose side you were on. You understood what Tony wanted but you just couldn't agree with it. Villans could hack and figure out who they were if the info was available for the Government. It was a hard subject and it was hard to deal with. You wanted to go with Steve, he was like your father. Him leaving hurt you like nothing else had. You couldn't follow him. You would only make it harder for them. He told you he would solve everything after the battle but here you were, left with Tony. 

    Relationships between the two of you were tense, but he still cared for you. He was like an uncle to you. He just wanted to keep you safe. Which in his mind, was keeping you locked up and keeping you from going on any missions. Vision had been placed in charge of keeping tabs on you to make sure you didn't run off. You had tried but you could never go through with it. 

    "It isn't homework..." You huffed, rubbing the heels of your hands against your eyes hard enough to make you see spots, "It is everything. My family is being destroyed, Peter." 

    You looked up, tears beginning to form. You couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything was too much and since you had begun to get close to Peter, it had been worse. You finally felt like you could talk to someone about it. He wasn't a part of the family like you just yet. He hadn't been through the Loki incident or Ultron. Everything was good back then. You had been a family. But now...

    "I haven't seen Steve in a year. Tony is keeping me locked up because he can't deal with me. We don't know where Bruce went or where Thor is. Clint is with his family and Natasha is just trying to survive. Before, we had movie nights. We all cared for each other. They were all the heroes who worked together to fight the bad guys. Now, what? We are all fighting each other. The foundation is crumbling beneath me and I don't have anything to hold onto anymore..." You were crying now, unable to hold back the tears. 

    Peter squirmed, eyes widening as he watched what unfolded before him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close. The two of you may have only known each other for around a year or so, but a bond had formed like no other. He could tell you anything and vice versa. It felt like you were made for each other. Other types of feelings might have been developing but now wasn't the time for that. 

    It was true, he couldn't understand what it was like for you to see Steve and Tony make a huge split between what had been your normal and now. He had just been dragged into now. He had only heard stories of the heroes, he didn't see the people behind the mask as you had. Plus, they kept you from joining this fight. You must feel helpless about everything happening. 

    "A-and my powers, my head has been hurting so bad. I keep getting these visions of terrible purple. All I can see are bodies and blood and pain," You hiccuped, burying your head in his chest, "I see that there will be a battle soon, Pe-Peter, and we are not all going to survive. My family is going to be broken in a way that can never be fixed. I can't even control my powers! I'm useless to help! All I can see is that this battle will be the end of my family." 

    "Battle?" Peter asked, gently running his hands through your hair. He knew that you couldn't control your powers yet and even he didn't quite understand what they were. Something about reality manipulation and visions. You could see what was going on, like seeing through a glass of water. You couldn't see certain facts but certain things were more likely to happen and you seemed to be certain this battle would. 

    "Peter, do you know what it is like knowing your family is going to die and there is nothing you can do?" You looked up at him slowly, faces only inches away from his, "That they will never care for each other again and soon it will be too late?"

    "No, but I do know how hard lose can be," He bit his lip, trying to find the right words to say, "But, I can't imagine the stress you are under seeing all of this. Those visions you have must be terrible." 

    "Things won't be the same..." You whimpered, gripping the hoodie he was wearing. 

    "No. They won't," He admitted, "But that doesn't mean you won't get through this. No matter what happens, I promise I'll be there for you. Even if all of your family foundations crumbles away, I'll still be there. I won't let you be alone ever again." 

    Even though it didn't help with your fear, it was nice hearing him say that. He really did care and while he couldn't help with the family issues you were having; he could still make sure you were never alone. Families changed and with the family you had, this wasn't too strange. Maybe it was evolving. The Avengers are never going to be the same but being heroes, you had to sacrifice things. 

    This was your sacrifice. You would never have your family again. The good days of the past were just that, the past. 

    Now you would need to just focus on making a good future with others.