Marvel Oneshots

Peter Parker x Reader - Double Lives

Y/N's P.O.V.

Leading a double life wasn't easy. Leading a double life and keeping it a secret was even harder.
I was your average* Midtown High student.
*Average- in this case- meaning anything but normal.
I had friends, good grades and a bright academic future ahead of me.
I also had a wanted criminal for a father, who manipulated me into working for him anytime I wasn't doing homework or catching up with friends.
Of course, I couldn't tell anyone who my father really was. He warned me that if I tried to tell anyone or if I stopped doing jobs for him we'd leave Queens, whether I wanted to or not.
I was happy with the 'normal' parts of my life. I didn't want to leave.

"Y/N, are you listening?" I looked at Ned in confusion as he continued to wave his hand in front of my face.
"Hellooooo?"

"What?" I pushed his hand away lightly, making him chuckle. The classroom was suspiciously quiet and I looked around, seeing that we were the only ones left in the room. I immediately began to pack up my things and my friend leaned on the desk in front of me.

"You completely zoned out. Class ended like 5 minutes ago." I hummed in response, closing my bag as someone appeared in the doorway.
"Dude! I was just about to text you."

"What's up? You guys are late to lunch." Peter smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, despite the exhaustion I was feeling. He had such a contagious smile, it was impossible not to smile back at him.
I slung my backpack over my shoulder, ignoring the shooting pain in my side, walking over to the door.
"You okay, Y/N?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I nudged my friend lightly as I walked passed him, letting both of them catch up before I made my way downstairs.
Peter and Ned spoke about Ned's new Lego Star Wars Resistance Base and I could feel a nasty headache forming.
I rubbed my temples as we walked down the first set of stairs and my headache got increasingly worse.

"Y/N? You're bleeding." Peter frowned, both boys looking at me carefully. Ned tapped his nose and I brought my hand up, finding blood dripping from my nose.
"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Shit. I'm- yeah, I'm fine." I shook my head, turning to go further down the stairs, a shiver running down my body. Both Peter and Ned called out my name, but I ignored them, going into the girls toilets.
I managed to stop the nosebleed pretty quickly, but my head felt like it was going to explode and my side was really beginning to hurt.
Before I could lift my hoodie to check it, the door opened, revealing Michelle.

"You okay?" She looked at me carefully.
"They said you were bleeding, dragged me in here to check on you."

"I had a nosebleed." I shrugged, faking a small smile.
"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Peter and Ned are outside... they're not leaving until you come out and let them know you're okay." I nodded my head, sighing.
"And for the record, you don't look fine. You look like you're about to pass out."

"And you're as beautiful as ever MJ." I smiled sarcastically at my friend, who simply rolled her eyes and went into a stall. I left the bathroom, seeing Peter and Ned waiting nervously outside.
"You didn't have to get MJ. Look at me, I'm fine."

"You were bleeding." Ned shook his head.
"We were worried." I was about to tell them that we should just go to lunch, but Peter's eyes widened dramatically, almost at the exact time a wave of exhaustion washed over me and my headache spiked. I felt my legs give in, but I didn't hit the ground, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around me.
"Woah, you are not fine!" I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down on my tongue to stop the scream escaping my throat. Peter's hand was pressed firmly against my very sore side and I was leaned against him.

"Easy. I've got you." Peter steadied me on my feet, before letting go of my side slowly, causing me to let out a shaky breath.
"Y/N..." Ned gasped and I looked at Peter's hand, which was coated in blood. My blood.
I swore under my breath as Michelle left the bathroom and froze at the sight of the three of us.

"Is that blood?" She asked quietly, Peter lowered his hand, touching my hoodie again as if he was going to pull it up, but I grabbed his wrist.

"I'm fine." I spoke lowly, pushing Peter's hand away.
"I just- I need to go home."

"Y/N, you need to go to the hospital. You're bleeding." Ned whispered.
"A lot."

"I'm well aware." I muttered, mostly to myself.

"Why are you bleeding?" MJ asked.
"You said it was just a nosebleed."

"I'm going home. I'll be fine, just go to lunch." I pushed myself away from Peter, fighting the dizziness and the exhaustion and walking towards the exit.

"If you're going home, I'm taking you." Peter stubbornly replied, following after me. I didn't have the energy to argue, so I simply ignored him. However, that didn't stop him following me out of the building and off the school grounds.
"Y/N, talk to me, what happened?"

"Nothing. You should go back, I'll be fine." I muttered, lightly pressing my hand against my side, hoping to slow the blood loss. Peter grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alley.
"What are you-"

"Tell me what happened, Y/N. I can help you." I laughed dryly, shaking my head. There was a serious look in his eyes and I had never seen him look so genuinely concerned.

"You can't help me. No one can." I tried to leave, but it was pointless. Peter just pulled me back. He lifted up the side of my hoodie, just enough to see the gash in my side. I knew I had popped the stitches and it was a mess, but I couldn't fight against him, I was too weak.

"That's really bad, Y/N! Just tell me what happened. I promise I can help you." He looked at me with pleading eyes and I squeezed mine shut, shaking my head.

"I can't. I can't tell you. He..." I stopped myself, tears immediately welling in my eyes as soon as I opened them.

"Who is he?" Peter pushed and I silently pleased with him to shut up, although I knew it wasn't going to happen.
"Y/N..." There was a horrified look on his face.
"Did your dad do this?" Peter knew I didn't particularly like my father. He obviously didn't know the details, but we hung out one night and he was easy to talk to. I found myself telling him things I had never told anyone.

"No." I replied honestly and he nodded, but he didn't look like he was going to give up.
"I can't tell you."

"I won't tell anyone. But I can't help unless I know who hurt you, Y/N." I hesitated. I knew there was nothing he could do to help. He was just Peter Parker, a teenager, one of my closest friends.

"If I tell you... you'll hate me. I can't-" A sob got caught in my throat and Peter took my hands in his.

"Y/N, that's not going to happen. Tell me what happened. Who did this to you?"

"Spider-Man." We both froze at my words. I hadn't expected that I'd actually tell him. Another wave of exhaustion washed over me.
"Spider-Man did this to me."