10:19am
Y/N had been sitting in her kitchen, rock music blaring from the speaks while her mother, Samantha, cooked them eggs and made coffee; her father, Christopher, sipped on the beverage in his mug, glasses down the bridge of his nose while looking over an essay that he hadn't graded yet. Y/N continued to write the musical symbols on her sheets of paper, ready to get her hands on her piano once again. Or even her cello which was sitting in her bedroom, waiting for her. For her fingers to be pressed up against the strings, opposite hand holding the bow, which would help make the beautiful sound evident. She was ready to do it again, ready to leave everything on the stage or in the classroom.
"Here you go," her mother spoke when she put a white mug filled with black coffee in front of her, the words pulling her half way from her thoughts which had been filling up with the first time she had played a cello.
She had been in second grade in the early fall of two thousand and eight, the school was having each student find an interment to learn for that year, whether it was the recorder or a guitar. Y/N had been biting her lip, not finding an interesting interment. Everyone was going towards guitars and any wind instruments they could get their hands one, but the string instrument that looked to be bigger than her was standing in a cubby, a bow behind it. Y/N made her way to it, losing her parents on the way. Y/N stuck out her finger and plucked the string, a wide smile spreading across her face when she heard the deep sound of the thickest string. Y/N turned back to find her parents, the two adults guiding one another past the children and to their only daughter.
"I want to play it," Y/N smiled as the two looked at each other; surprise coating their face. From then on, things were history.
"Thanks." Y/N breathed out softly and bit her lip before taking the warm mug in her hand to sip on the hot coffee, leaving the memory far behind when the bitter liquid touched her tongue. It felt nice against her cool lips, the winter air filling their home in some places and make her feel colder than normal. If Peter was still in Queens, he would be laughing with her as they sat in the living room with her brother while sipping coffee. She missed him, they all missed him.
"Can I have some?" Sammy, Y/N's baby brother, asked. The question brought a laugh from everyone since he was already so energetic and he thought he needed coffee to wake him up.
"No, buddy," he father spoke with a shake of his head, "You don't give crack to someone who's already on speed." He joked but her mother spoke with a smile.
"We changed him to decaf." She laughed as Sammy nodded quickly. It was true. Not too long ago, they had decided to change Sammy from the insanely caffeinated drink to something a bit less caffeinated. Her mother began to pour another glass of coffee for Sammy before making one for herself and going to check on the eggs. She began to scramble them before putting it on a plate and setting one in front of each child.
"Did you see the news?" She asked once Y/N's wooden pencil was down on the table, Y/N looked up with a raised eyebrow before picking up her fork and gathering some eggs to take into her mouth. "Spider-man is back in town. The whole Avengers team is back, actually." She cleared up Y/N's confusion by setting a newspaper with the headline: 'Local superhero, Spider-man, back in town with the Avengers.' on it as well as a large picture of Peter in his suit. Y/N sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, I got a Google Alert last night." She smiled sadly and continued her journey to finish the eggs. She wasn't lying when she said that she had gotten a Google Alert instead of a text about it. He still had her number and his busted up phone, so why didn't he text her and say he was back in town? It would be a question looming in her head for a few hours unless she got her hands on her cello and played something from Beethoven.
Freshman Year - Sep. 2015
You know how when you meet someone and they're already who they're supposed to be? That was Y/N. She was exactly who she was supposed to be, everyone knew her name and everyone wanted to be with her. That was the opposite of Peter Parker. No one knew who he was or who he could possibly be.
Y/N had sat in the practice room, her eyes closed as she held the bow in one hand and the strings in the other; moving both at the same time to bring harmonies to life. She had been left alone in the room, the bell ringing ten minutes ago, but Y/N hadn't noticed it since she was too caught up in her mind. Y/N also hadn't noticed the two boys standing outside the door, watching her as she played. Peter bit his lip and kept his eyes trained on the girl, falling in love more and more as she made the music.
"She's good." Ned complimented in a low voice in case she could hear him through the door.
"Yeah," Peter breathed out in agreement. Peter had seen Y/N around the school, he had her in a few classes too but he was sure she wouldn't know who he or Ned was. Y/N suddenly stopped when the door on the other side of the room opened, a girl Peter only knew from the Academic team. Michelle was a quiet girl, always claimed she didn't have friends but maybe she did. Y/N smiled softly at Michelle before she dug through her beat up backpack, pulling her sketchbook out and then gave it to a beaming Y/N. They couldn't make out the words that came from either of their mouths but Peter assumed it was something nice since they hugged before Michelle left.
Y/N had put the sketch paper in her folder before putting it in her bag. She made sure her cello was set up and wouldn't fall before lifting her bag onto her shoulder and walking towards the door Peter and Ned were standing at.
"Oh no, no, no, no!" Peter whispered and tried to run back but ended up tripping against Ned, landing on his ass. The door swung open and Y/N ran into Ned, tripping back.
"Oh, sorry." Y/N apologized with a smile.
"It's okay," Ned smiled as well.
"I - Why is he on the ground?" Y/N asked when she saw Peter staring up at them, her eyebrows knitting together.
"He didn't want you to catch him watching you play," Ned explained making Y/N giggle.
"I - You - You were really really good and wh-what were you play - oh... Oh God, you were playing the cello, weren't you? I - I, wow, okay I'm sorry, I should have - I think you're really pretty!" Peter blurted out in a rushed sense, a blush coating both Peter and Y/N's cheeks.
"Oh, thanks!" She hummed and looked at her sneakers, a large smile on her lips. "Maybe I could play for you one day? For the both of you, if you wanted to." Y/N suggested making Peter's eyes widen, his head nodding quickly.
"Great," Y/N smiled and shuffled on her feet. "Can I - um - get your number so I can make a date with?" She asked and fished for her phone before handing it to Peter, who quickly put his number in, handing it to her. Y/N quickly texted him before walking off, waving to him.
"I'll see you in Spanish." She commented before walking towards a group of girls, heading to lunch, leaving Peter in a state of shock before Ned helped him up, becoming enthusiastic about him getting Y/N's number.
10:30 am
"Have you and Peter talked lately?" Her mother asked and made a plate for Y/N's father as Y/N shook her head. "Maybe you should text him for-" Y/N interrupted her mother by shaking her head.
"Nope. He's busy and doesn't have time for me. It's okay. It's not like we're really together anymore." Y/N spoke quickly with her head low while dragging out the 'really.' Y/N's mom frowned softly before looking at her husband, her mouth opening to speak but is quickly interrupted by the radio that was playing one of the local stations.
"Good morning, folks. If you were planning ongoing to school today, you do not have to anymore! Sleep in, go out and enjoy the snow! Have a fun day and here's a piece from AC/DC." The man's voice was replaced with the famous band, the song now taking over the house.
"School's out forever!" Sammy spoke and ran to their father, jumping in his arms as he held a confused yet disgusted look. It was a playful look never the less thought.
"Did you just quote Alice Cooper?" He asked and dropped his youngest child, Sammy landing on his feet. "Have I taught you nothing?" He asked making Y/N giggle as Sammy rolled his eyes.
"Can we go outside and make a snow monster?" Sammy asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. Y/N smiled softly at her brothers question while her father looked out the large window, eyebrows knitting together as he thought about the question.
"It doesn't look like it's sticking, bud." He commented making Sammy pout and stomp out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Dammit!" Sammy shouted the slur, Samantha looking at her husband with a raised eyebrow before laughing. The three could hear the television playing softly, cartoons making their way around the house.
"It's not fair you guys are playing hooky," Y/N's mother commented, her eyebrow kicking up as she looked at the love of her life. Y/N turned her head from her father to her mother then back to her father; their small banter keeping her entertained while she sipped on the coffee.
"It's not hooky if it's a snow day." Christopher pointed out making Samantha put her hand to her mouth and began to fake a cough; looking at the two of them before walking towards the hallway with their phone.
"Do I have to -" she interrupted herself with a cough before going on, "with this nasty cough?" She asked with a smile before picking up their landline, calling into her work 'sick.' Samantha smiled as she strutted back into the kitchen, calling Sammy back into the kitchen, catching him when he jumped into her arms.
"What if we go to my parents?" Christopher asked, eyebrows raised with interest. "We could get a late lunch before going to the record store in the neighborhood." He suggested making the crew shrug.
"Do they really still have a record store there?" Y/N asked with disbelief in her voice even if she knew that it was still there. It had been there for a long time and nobody wanted it to go, it was a normal hangout for people.
"Yes, Y/N, I'm sure." He responded as she hummed before getting up. She walked past her father but not before his hand came down on her shoulder, making her halt. "Are you coming with us?" He asked as she thought about it, her hands growing sweaty around the cup.
"I don't know," she lied with a frown, beginning to walk when his hand was removed from her. "I have this tricky part in the Boulez Sonata that I need to nail and -" Y/N paused when she saw the doorway empty. The mail hadn't came yet. Her letter wasn't there. "-letters were mailed out last week." She spoke defeated. She wished they would have just called and told her if she got the full ride scholarship or not but, they didn't. They wouldn't. Y/N looked down at the cup as her parents suddenly appeared from the doorway.
"I love you and all but, this is getting pathetic," Christopher spoke.
"Yeah," Samantha agreed with a frown, "maybe you should come with us, it'll be fun." Samantha tried to convince Y/N, making Y/N's eyebrows raise.
"Are you trying to convince me?" She asked as her father began to speak up.
"We'll let you choose the music." He bribed making Y/N huff out a laugh.
"And bribery."
"C'mon," Samantha whined and Y/N began to laugh. "It'll be a fun family road trip." She tried to convince as Y/N nodded in defeat as her parents high fived one another. Y/N walked away to go upstairs and into her bedroom to change from her sleepwear into her casual wear. Y/N chose a pink dress with cream lace around the neck and arms, a gray sweater and knee high socks covering her legs. She put on some brown boots before going and putting on makeup; braiding the sides of her hair into Dutch braids. She grabbed her phone before walking down the stairs to meet with her family.
"Ready to go, rock star?" Samantha asked as Y/N nodded her head while her family threw on their coats and grabbed the necessities. She watched as her father took the keys from the bowl sitting on top of the entrance way table, opening the door to let everyone go before locking it. They hauled into the old car, everyone quiet as Sammy reached for the aux cord; plugging it into his iPod, playing pop music from the early nineties. Christopher laughed at the choice of music, thinking Sammy would have chosen something from the eighties.
They had driven for a good thirty minutes before Y/N spoke up, interrupting the quiet.
"I thought you said that I could pick the music?" Y/N asked making her mother turn around to look at the two children.
"She's right." Samantha agreed, making Sammy huff out a breath before removing the Aux cord from his phone. Y/N had been busy shuffling through the playlist that she had made months ago, choosing a Beethoven playlist. "Hit us with some tunes, sister." Samantha teased as Y/N took the Aux cord, sitting between her and Sammy, plugging it into her phone.
"Well, I'm going to play something that's we all know and love: Beethoven." Y/N responded when she pressed play. The sound of the piano was calming and made Y/N's breath become steady with the music.
"Surprising."
Y/N bumped her elbow into Sammy when he made the comment, smiling softly before turning her head to look out the window, taking in the scenery. Y/N's hands went to the necklace that was wrapped around her neck, a small locket that held a picture of her and Peter from their first date; it was a late November night from their sophomore year, they had been on the Ferris wheel, the very bottom to be exact. Peter had her hand interlocked with his while large smile plastered to her lips. Peter had his lips pressed to her hand; the date of their first 'I love you' on the other side. It was a sweet gesture since he had decided to move upstate with the Avengers before they started their Junior year, it was right before he told her that he thought they would be better separated since they didn't go to school with each other and he would be traveling a lot. He wouldn't have time for them. Of course, Y/N understood his reasoning but she had cried once she was home, explaining to her mother that he had decided to join the team. Samantha comforted Y/N the best she could until she could speak about something that wasn't about heartbreak.
It's crazy how right now, at this very moment, she was Y/N a girl in love with the cello and Peter and just like that - a loud crash was emitted when a pickup truck hit their SUV. The tires screeched and everyone screamed; Y/N would swear on her soul that she could hear the sound of the other people screaming. The crackling of fire was evident and the song was still playing. Why was it still playing? Smoke filled the air as metal and bodies littered the road.
Freshman Year - Sep. 2015
Peter bit his lip as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't too sure what he should wear and if he should ask Aunt May for help but as the thought ran through his head, Aunt May knocked on the door and entered the room with a large smile.
"Hey," she spoke up and looked Peter over as he tugged on the sweater that was hanging onto his body for dear life, "that looks nice." She complimented as Peter's nose scrunched up.
"It doesn't," he murmured, Aunt May's smile falling as the realization of his overthinking pushed its way into her mind, "she's going to think I'm a dork." He whispered and continued to pull at the material until Aunt May took his hands into hers.
"If she doesn't like you then that's her problem, it isn't yours. Okay?" She smiled softly as Peter nodded. He wasn't too sure if he agreed or not but he hoped that he agreed enough. "Anyways, is this a date?" Aunt May asked as Peter shook his head.
"Actually, I'm not sure." He admitted as Aunt May's eyebrow lifted. "She - uh - invited Ned but Ned said he wasn't going to go." Peter tried to explain as his Aunt nodded.
"Well, wear something you feel happy in." She spoke and moved to his closet, shuffling the clothes around until she found one of his button down shirts and a pair of jeans. "If you wear your sweater too, that's okay. Whatever makes you happy." Aunt May smiled as she cupped his shoulder in his hand, going to kiss his cheek before leaving, giving him space.
Peter had redressed before putting hair gel in his hair, biting his lip when he looked at himself. He looked like he always did, Y/N wouldn't think differently of him. Peter had gotten a text from Y/N about being there at a certain time, his eyes lighting up again when she texted him that she was five minutes away. He quickly slipped on his shoes, tying them quickly before grabbing his wallet and phone, sitting on his bed to make it seem like he didn't rush it or anything.
Aunt May knocked on his door when Y/N arrived, smiling wide when Peter looked up at him.
"She's here." She noted as Peter nodded and got up from his bed and leaving his room with Aunt May following behind. Y/N was standing at the door, eyes taking in the apartment they lived it. Peter couldn't take his eyes off her though, enjoying the simple look. She was dressed in a gray dress with a dark purple cover up on top of it, her hair was down and dusting over her shoulders; a pair of black tights hugging her legs while a pair of all too familiar pair of boots kept her feet protected. A small purse was to the side of her and her phone was in her left hand.
Peter walked beside Y/N smiling when she looked up at him. "Hi," she whispered as he repeated the small word. Aunt May cleared her throat and the two teenagers looked back at the adult.
"You two have fun, have Peter home by ten." Aunt May winked as Y/N giggled and nodded.
"Will do, May." Y/N responded, making Peter's eyebrows rise and fall before leading Y/N out.
The two of them walked down the sidewalk while the cold weather hit their faces, arms crossed against their chest, hands cupping their upper arms as Y/N tried to make small talk.
"How long have you played the cello?" Peter asked making Y/N look up at him, she thought about the question for a quick minute before biting her lip.
"Since second grade so, eight years?" She questioned even though she was sure she was correct. "We had to pick an instrument in my music class and I loved the sound and," she paused as a large smile formed on her lips, "it was like it was meant to be." She huffed out, the smile never leaving her face.
"What's it like to play?" Peter asked. Y/N shrugged before answering, not too sure if he would enjoy the sound of her speaking so fondly about something. Most people were okay with it, but she never truly let herself fall into a hole where she would go on and on about the way she felt playing and how other people have different experiences while playing.
"That's something I can show you later," Y/N joked with a small snicker leaving her lips at the innuendo, "no, no, uh - it's kind of like when you fall in love, I guess. At least for me. I get nervous when I'm about to play since I do beat myself up when I mess up or I sike myself out until finally, I can't play, but I always get drawn back to it, still nervous. I begin to play and while my heart races my hands begin to steady and all of the thoughts that had been swarming around my head, stops. It gets quiet and all I can hear is the song and, I forget for the small moment that I am on Earth. That I have to deal with people every day and that I'm popular and have to keep up a good image and I forget that I haven't stopped thinking about this boy and... I love it." Y/N spoke fondly as they walk, her cheeks blushing at the mention of the boy she hadn't stopped talking about. It had made Peter's heart fall into his gut, he knew it wasn't a date. No one would want him.
What he didn't know was that she had been talking about him, even if it's cheesy and cliche she couldn't stop thinking about his goofy smile and how his eyes would squint when he laughed, the way he would lick his lips as he concentrated on something and how his eyebrows creased when he tried to think of the answer. It was cute. He was cute.
Y/N began to move her hands to her pockets, trying to find her keys as they approached her building. She took the keys from her jacket pocket before turning up a flight of stairs, unlocking and opening the door, letting Peter in before in before closing the door.
"You can go to my room, it's up the staircase and it's the first room on the right. I'll be up in a second." Y/N hummed and locked the door before turning and going to set the security alarms. Y/N walked out of sight and into, what Peter assumed to be, the kitchen. Peter did as she instructed and walked up the steps, opening the door to her bedroom. He took in the scent of vanilla, smiling softly as he walked in the room. He took in the small room, enjoying the door which had windows letting light in. Her room was a soft pink color, not too bright but not too dark; her bed was against her wall closer to her door but in front of her closet door, a nightstand beside her bed with an alarm clock and a small cactus. She had her cello in the corner between her closet and bed, the French doors open slightly. The room was small but warm and cozy to him.
He was interrupted from looking at the pictures that were hung on her wall when she walked in, two bottles of water in her hand and a bag of chips in the other.
"I could have helped," he pointed out when he noticed that she was carrying both waters in the same hand, but Y/N shrugged with a smile.
"It's fine." She stated and smiled before throwing the bottles onto her bed. "You can sit down," she gestured to her bed before closing her door.
"Are your parents not going to care that I'm here?" Peter asked and went to the bed, sitting down on the bed but Y/N shook her head at his question, going to sit beside her.
"Dad's with my brother out grocery shopping and mom's probably in traffic." Y/N hummed as Peter nodded. "Do you have any siblings?" Y/N asked but Peter shook his head as soon as the question left her lips.
"No - um - I'm an only child," Peter whispered as Y/N nodded, opening her bottle of water before taking a sip. "My Aunt takes care of me and so were just a big happy family." Peter murmured fully aware that they weren't a 'big' family nor a very 'happy' one, but they were as happy as they could be.
"Interesting," Y/N hummed out and bit her lip before speaking, "tell me about yourself before I play. I don't let just anyone hear me." Y/N teased and Peter nodded and went to take his bottle of water.
"Um, I'm fifteen, a freshmen. I am in marching band also on the Academic Decathlon. I-" Peter was cut off from his rambling about school when Y/N sat her hand on his knee.
"Tell me what you are like outside of school," Y/N giggle as he nodded shyly. He wasn't too sure what she wanted to know since he wasn't very interesting but he began to gather up facts about himself to tell the beautiful girl in front of him.
"I make my own computers, Ned's my best friend and only friend. I like Thai food and I really like Star Wars." Peter voiced as Y/N's hand squeezed his knee at the word Star Wars.
"Really? Me too!" She squealed and kicked her legs, which barely hit the floor. "I love it! Oh my God, none of my other friends like it!" Y/N enthused as Peter turned towards Y/N a bit.
"Ned and I watch it all the time!" Peter smiled and began to blush as soon as the next question left his lips.
"You should watch it with us one day!"
Y/N's lips twitched into a smile and she nodded quickly, "I'd love to!" She nodded and he smiled and moved so his blushed cheeks were hidden.
"Why-Why don't you tell me about you?" Peter whispered as Y/N nodded quickly.
"Well, I play cello and I'm learning piano. I watch mainly Star Wars and Harry Potter but I love reading. I drink a ton of coffee and I love the smell of vanilla." Y/N spoke and moved her legs so that they were in the 'criss-cross-applesauce' style. "My dad use to play drums in a rock band and my mom was their groupie and I came along so I was their youngest groupie." Y/N giggled and looked at Peter who nodded.
"Why aren't you into the same thing?" Peter asked and she shrugged as an answer.
"I have a theory that I was switched at birth," Y/N smile as Peter laughed softly, shoulders moving up and down quickly, "I think it skipped a generation. My brother is obsessed with stuff like that." Y/N explained as Peter nodded. A silence took over the two before Y/N broke it. "I said I would play something for you... Do you want me to?" Y/N asked and Peter nodded a quiet 'please' leaving his lips. Y/N smiled and got up, moving the case from the corner it was in before getting a desk chair from her closet. She unlocked it and took out the cello, plucking at the strings to make sure it was tuned correctly before sitting down and reaching for her bow.
Y/N had begun to play after she took a few shallow breaths, her eyes closing as her left hand pressed their fingers onto the strings on the neck, pressing down enough to empire a different sound than it would have if the strings weren't pressed down. She played like her life was sitting on the line, her bottom lip being pulled under her teeth and her eyebrows knitted as she continued to play. She didn't stop until the sound of a car door was sounded from outside, her hand slowly stopping as her eyes opened.
Peter couldn't help the smile on his lips as he looked at her. She smiled back, a large smile on her face as she got up and leaned the musical instrument against her bed.
"You need to meet my parents before we can do anything else." She laughed softly and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his bedroom as he resisted slightly.
"I-I can go inste-" Peter tried to resist but Y/N didn't give up, pulling him down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Which one is home?'" Y/N asked and continued her adventure into the kitchen.
"Take a guess," a young boy sounded making Y/N smile widely and let go of Tom's to hug the younger boy. He looked to be seven or eight, his hair was a dull reddish brown, eyes closed but Peter assumed that they would look like Y/N's.
Y/N hugged the boy for a few seconds before letting him go and commenting on the bad odor that was coming from him. Y/N's father then spoke up about her helping with the groceries and Y/N agreed but not before taking Peter's hand into hers, bringing him into the kitchen.
"You remember how I told you about a boy from school coming over?" Y/N asked as Peter looked at the small boy, smiling softly as the red eyebrows lifted slightly. Y/N's father nodded before she spoke again.
"This is him. His name's Peter and he's super smart," Y/N smiled and leaned into Peter, "Peter that's my dad Christopher and my brother, Sammy." Y/N introduced and smiled softly before telling her family that she would be back down for dinner but the two were going back to her bedroom.
"They're nice," Peter whispered as Y/N nodded.
"They're great," Y/N enthused and Peter nodded in agreement as they went back into her bedroom, sitting together. "I think we're going to be great partners in crime." Y/N smiled and nudged Peter slightly.
11:30am
Y/N hadn't expected to look at herself, at least not now. She was fully mobile and had not even a scratch on her body, the sound of Beethoven still playing in the wind. You wouldn't think that music would still play after something so traumatic happened, but it was playing loud and clear. She lifted herself up and took a deep breath while taking a handful of snow before dropping it.
"What is happening?" She questioned and looked down at her body, her hands going to dust off any snow or dirt on her body. "Mom? Sammy? Dad?" Y/N questioned out loud as she saw the scene in front of her. She almost couldn't believe it since she was coming out unharmed. Y/N couldn't see her family from where she was standing at that time, not finding one of them. They were together how could they be... gone? Y/N turned her head when she heard a loud voice boom through her, noticing a group of paramedics around someone. Maybe it was Sammy.
"Female, she looks to be about seventeen." The male shouted as a woman rushed over, looking down at her. "Knee lacerations and her abdomen is ridged. Evident wounds on her head but we're going to need to get an X-Ray and CT as soon as we get there." He explained as the woman nodded and grabbed onto the small radio that rested on her chest, telling them who they are and what they needed. The whole incident confused Y/N since she hadn't thought another girl would be involved, one that was her age.
"Who's over there?" Y/N asked a lady who was running past her but she was ignored. Why would they not give her a second look or even a glance? She was involved too so why wasn't she being treated as so. Instead of questioning it anymore Y/N walked closer to the group, trying to get a glance at the poor girl. The first thing Y/N noticed was the hair; it was Y/H/C hair and was a tangled mess, it looked to use to hold braids but they were disconnected. It had to be a coincidence. Their eyebrows were shaded the same and shaped the same. Another coincidence. Y/N moved even closer, worried about the girl but stopped in her tracks when she saw her face and the necklace. Her eyebrows creased and she couldn't help but to take a deep breath while her eyes filled with tears. She could see the bone puncturing the skin and the way blood was seeping from her, not flowing. Her neck was thrown to the side but one of the paramedics began to turn it straight so they could set her neck in a brace.
"Oh God," Y/N whispered and closed her eyes, stepping back until she couldn't see herself anymore, "no, no, no, no." Y/N cried and lifted her hands to her hair, pulling on it roughly as she turned to look at the scene again. She wanted to wake up, why couldn't she wake up? Her hands began to pull harder and her tears began to pour across her cheeks. "Wake up! Wake up!" Y/N repeated over and over until she felt a hiccup leave her lips. Y/N turned her head when they began talking about transporting her. She watched as they took a journey out of the ambulance before lifting her up on the count of three. They strapped her in quickly before taking her to the ambulance.
"We've got to go, her blood pressure is skyrocketing." One of the EMT's spoke.
"C'mon baby girl, stay with us." The lady sitting next to her lifeless body whispered. Y/N jogged towards the ambulance, sitting on the metal floor before the doors closed. She looked out the window once the doors were shut and locked, taking in the scene that would change her life.
Freshman Year - Nov. 2015
"What does 'bombilla de luz' mean?" Peter asked while looking in the Spanish textbook. He and Y/N were sitting in his bedroom studying before the Spanish test. Y/N hummed and thought about the answer that it could possibly be.
"Lightbulb." Y/N responded with confidence in her voice making Peter nod and look down at his lap to hide a smile, humming to make sure she knew she was correct. Y/N smiled and looked up at Peter, admiring him. "Why do you always hide your smile from me?" Y/N asked and sat her hands on her knees. Peter's jaw dropped, not thinking she would have noticed him hiding it.
"I-I don't have a - um - a good smile." He murmured, making her eyebrows raise. That was a lie. He had a gorgeous smile and she would do everything in her power to see it.
"Lies." She hummed as Peter shook his head. Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her pencil inside her book before moving onto his bed. "Give me a sentence to translate." Y/N spoke once she was on his bed. Peter cleared his throat and looked through the book but Y/N quickly shut the book and looked at him. "Not from the book. They're too easy, challenge me." Y/N responded and Peter nodded, thinking about it.
"La comida Thai es genial." Peter spoke and Y/N bit her lip, thinking about it.
"Thai food is good?" She questioned as Peter nodded.
"I said great but, good works too." He whispered making Y/N nod.
"My turn. Answer 'yes' or 'no' after repeating it." She spoke before quickly starting her sentence. "¿Tienes una novia?" The question made Peter's cheeks fall into a deep blush.
"Do I-I have a girlfriend?" He questioned as Y/N nodded, letting him know that he was correct. "Um, I do not." He murmured making Y/N's eyebrows knit.
"Why not? You're great!" She enthused as he shrugged.
"Don't know." He whispered, making her frown.
"Well, answer this," she paused and let the blush go through her cheeks before telling him, "Puedo besarte?" It took Peter off guard and a gasp left his lips as he nodded quickly. Y/N smiled softly and moved a little closer to him, her hands going to sit on the side of his face before she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his, eyes closing almost immediately. Peter moved his hands, one resting on her thigh while the other rested on her cheek. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before she pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, her lips twitching up into a smile.
"My house Friday night?" She whispered as he nodded softly.
"It's a date." He murmured with a smile.
12:15pm
Y/N was stilling facing the window when the ambulance stopped with a jolt. The sudden stop made her fall forward and hit her head quite hard on the metal door and window; Y/N quickly moved her hands to her head before cursing to herself. She quickly turned her head though when a loud beeping rang through her ear and some cursing following it.
"Shit!" The lady cursed and began to shuffle around, going to look at the monitor better before turning to look at the driver, who was about to get out of the vehicle. "She's crashing!" She shouted as worry took over her, trying to do everything she can to start Y/N's heart again. How could this be happening? Y/N was perfectly fine just a second about and now... she's crashing? She's dying. She's going to leave the world and leave her family alone.
"C'mon! You can't leave us. Not now!" She murmured as she continued to try to restart her heart, stopping when the monitor began to beep regularly. "You're okay," she whispered and laid her hand on top of Y/N's heart, "you're okay." She repeated with a small smile before they opened the door and took her out of the ambulance. Y/N quickly followed, standing on the pavement next to the ambulance before they rolled her into the hospital, Y/N trailing quickly behind them. She listened to the sound of them yelling out commands and things about Y/N.
"What is going on here?" A surgeon asked as they rolled her around.
"Collapsed lung, her abdomen is rigid, broken ribs, knee lacerations on the right leg, both legs broken, possible brain bleed." The EMT in the ambulance spoke and a nurse suddenly spoke up.
"Trauma room one is ready." She stated and the doctor nodded.
"The rest of her family is on their way, not we've got work to do!" He shouted and suddenly the curtains closed, leaving Y/N to herself.
"Is - um - Samantha and Christopher Y/L/N here?" Y/N asked but was ignored when she got to the desk at the front, she looked at the few charts on her condition that was sitting around, finding one with her father's name scribbled on it but as soon as she went to take it, it was taken away. "Hey!" She shouted and reached for it as the nurse with short hair and purple scrubs began to walk away. "I was looking at that." She murmured the last few words, crossing her arms over her chest but they quickly fell when she heard her last name be called out.
Suddenly, the curtain was flown open and the group of people emerged. The surgeon began to rid of his white coat, handing it to a nurse before taking off his rings and watch.
"Her liver is ruptured and we need to drain the lung and call in the Neuro surgeon. If she wants to live she better start fighting." The surgeon spoke, the statements making her eyebrows furrow.
"Why do I have to start fighting?" She asked in a breathless tone but she was ignored again. "Can someone just talk to me? Please help me!" She squeaked out of defeat but she watched as they wheeled her down a hallway, following them almost instantly. Her footsteps were heard to only her ears as well as the pants falling from her lips. She wanted to know what they were doing or what they would do to her, it was all a question that she wanted answered. The double doors opened and revealed a ton of people setting up tables and tools before lifting and sitting her on top of the table. The surgeon from early walked in, having a nurse put gloves on him before walking towards her.
"Am I going to die... Is that what this is?" Y/N asked in a small whimper before her attention was brought to the EMT bending down to whisper in her ear.
"Alright, baby here's the secret... If you live, if you die - it's all up to you. So whatever fight you have in you, you better use it now." The EMT from earlier spoke. Y/N was confused onto when she was changed and to when the surgeon changed but it wasn't important now. All she wanted was to make sure everyone was okay. She didn't matter in this moment, the only ones that mattered were her family.
Y/N moved away, looking out the operating room window. She watched as someone was rolled down the hallway, a male doctor speaking to a nurse, explaining what they were going to do. Y/N smiled softly, her dad was there and alive, she wasn't going to be alone.
Freshmen year - Jan. 2016
"Look who I found!" Y/N's father smiled as he led Peter into the kitchen, Y/N's eyes going to look at the lingering person. Peter had his hands inside his hoodie pockets, hair messily done and his cheeks were red from the Winter air.
"Peter!" Y/N smiled and walked closer to him, taking his hand into her own. "I'm so glad you made it! I didn't think you got my text." Y/N's smile radiated as she spoke fondly about him being there. Peter nodded and bit his lip.
"You - uh - you said that there was Thai and you know that I really like Thai..." he whispered and muttered 'lame' under his voice while looking down at his feet.
"Mom will make you a plate and you can come and sit with us." Y/N smiled and lifted his hand to her lips, pecking it before letting it go and going outside and sitting at the large table.
Peter's cheeks were flushed when Y/N kissed his hand, the act of affection only happening every now and again since they were never alone and didn't want to kiss in front of too many people.
"Thanks," Peter whispered when Samantha handed him a plate, she smiled and waved him off. Peter walked outside, sitting next to Y/N as he grabbed for some chopsticks, opening them before handing Y/N a pair.
"What have you been up to?" Y/N asked, referring to them not being able to hang out after school since some big internship happened to Peter. He shrugged and began to eat, trying his hardest not to tell her that he was indeed the Spider-Man. His eyes were trained on the plate in front of her as she tried to think of a great thing to say.
"Are you ready for the Decathlon?" She asked as Peter's eyes widened. The decathlon.
"I, actually, can't go," Peter whispered, making Y/N drop her chopsticks.
"What?" Y/N asked out of disbelief. Peter looked over at Y/N, taking in the way she looked, scared that she would break up with him because of this. She had a blue dress on, despite the weather. Her feet were covered in fuzzy socks and boots and she wore a black cardigan on top of it. She had light makeup on and her hair was down.
"Mr. Stark needs me a lo-" Peter was cut-off by Y/N shaking her head.
"You say that all the time and you never send me pictures of you two so where are you going every night? I never see you." Y/N was right, he was never around and he did always leave. He quit everything that he had belonged in and it hurt her. She loved him so much and he didn't want to be around anymore.
"I have a secret but... It's huge and I don't think our relationship is ready." He admitted as Y/N nodded and allowed the tension to grow.
Once it got dark and everyone went home, Peter hid in the dark, waiting until every light but her light was off. He had changed into his spider-man suit, he counted two ten before shooting his web up so he could climb up to her balcony. He saw her outline through the curtains, her hands holding her cello as the small sounds erupted from the room. Peter knocked on the glass and suddenly the sound stopped and footsteps erupted. Y/N opened the door, her hair in a messy bun and one of his sweaters hanging from her body while a pair of sweats hung low on her hips, her face was bare of makeup. The whole ensemble took his breath away. He loved it when she didn't try.
"Uh - hi?" She questioned with knitted eyebrows. Peter took a deep breath before speaking up.
"Hi," he whispered and her eyebrows kicked up and made her jaw drop.
"Peter," she whispered and suddenly came outside and wrapped her arms around Peter while his wrapped around her. She hadn't expected this to happen even if she suspected it. Her eyes closed momentarily before she moved back, Peter's arms removed themselves from her so he could take the mask off, smiling wide at her. Y/N's hands went to his face, stroking his cheek before getting on her tiptoes to kiss him in the lightest way possible.
3:23pm
The surgery has been going on for hours. They haven't had a break or stopped the operation, not even when they came in to update other patients. The surgery was boring and even Y/N knew that if she was in there and not with someone else, she would freak out. She stared at her bare feet, which she hadn't realized were actually bare until that moment, and counted each second when she held her breath; never having an effect on her real body. A sigh left her lips and she walked closer, watching as they brought something out of her body before putting it in a metal bowl thing.
Y/N quickly decided that she would leave and walk around the halls. She had gotten halfway through the hall before she saw her best friend, Michelle. Michelle had became her best friend when she started sitting with Peter and Ned at lunch, instantly loving Michelle.
"Michelle?" Y/N asked and began to jog down the hall making a sharp right and then another until she came face to face with her family and best friend. Her Grandma and Grandpa stood up when they saw Michelle, hugging her when she explained why she wasn't there sooner.
"Gran... Gramps..." Y/N spoke with a small smile, walking towards her grandparents but not before they began to move away.
"We need to figure out what the hell is going on here." Her grandfather husked out, making her turn on her heel when he just passed her like she wasn't there.
She wasn't there.
The three of them walked up to the information desk, asking about her family. She couldn't hear some of the words, the words being muffled slightly until she stood beside Michelle, her hand going to rest on top of the other girls.
"I'm Lidi, I'm your social worker; I was assigned your case." She spoke, "I'm so sorry for what happened to your family." She apologized and Y/N took a deep breath, ready for the worst. Her eyes closed and she waited for Lidi to continue.
"Now, Y/N and Christopher are still in surgery and I haven't been able to talk to their doctors but they will be put in ICU once out. There's no word on Samantha and Samul -" she was cut off by Gramps asking if it was Sammy to which she nodded and continued. "-he was responsive on the scene, he should be okay to see now." With that everyone celebrated, hugging one another that one of them was still there. "Make yourselves comfortable and I'll come get you guys when you're able to see everyone." Lidi smiled as everyone moved to the waiting room.
"I-I called Stephanie and Henry and I also called Peter, but I didn't get an answer," Michelle spoke with worry lacing her voice, the tone making Y/N stop in her tracks.
Sophomore Year - Oct. 2016
"Michelle," Y/N smiled as she walked closer to the girl who was sitting in Peter's desk chair, "you didn't have to come." She spoke as Michelle shrugged.
"Wanted to support my girl." Michelle smiled as Y/N plopped down on the bed, eyes rolling slightly.
"All we're doing is watching every Star War-"
"You need emotional support." Michelle brought up, making Y/N roll her eyes.
"Whatever you say." Y/N giggled as Peter turned into his room, his arms opening when he drew closer to her, pulling her into a hug.
"Hi," he whispered as she repeated it. They let go of each other when Michelle cleared her throat.
"So, the movie?" Michelle asked as Y/N looked up at Peter who nodded.
"We'll be in the living room. You can sit wherever." Peter whispered as Michelle nodded and got up, going to the living room.
"I missed you," Peter whispered and pressed a long kiss to her lips. She missed him a ton, wanting to see him every day of the day since they haven't been able to talk as much. "I missed you so much, babydoll." He whispered and a small smile played on her lips.
"I missed you too." Y/N smiled and pecked his lips before removing herself from the bed and him, taking his hand like she had done the first day they were alone, walking him to the living room which had blankets and pillows everywhere as well as the DVD cases. Boxes of food sat on the counter in the kitchen, giving them full access to a stockpile.
"Happy anniversary," Peter mumbled and kissed her cheek before going to the living room, Y/N following behind.
3:50pm
Y/N had returned to her body, watching it as they closed up the opened skin. They spoke softly before taking her to the ICU room that was waiting for her. She hummed softly to herself, trying to keep herself occupied as they opened the ICU door and put her in the room; hanging the blood bag up and pushing in a few more meds.
Y/N walked next to her body while a nurse pumped something to cause air in her lungs, the lady from earlier sat next to her, her smile turning up on her lips.
"How are we, beautiful?" She asked, setting her hand on her cheek, stroking her thumb against the flesh. "I told them I didn't want to leave you... I'm not going to let you out of my sight." She whispered and kissed her forehead before sitting down in the chair next to her bed. Y/N watched as they rolled in someone else, talking about how they just finished with someone else from the accident. Y/N smiled and left the room, going out of the room and to the next ICU room.
"Dad, thank Go-" Y/N was cut off when a name that wasn't her fathers. Her eyes began to water and her eyebrows creased, confused. "Dad?" She questioned and backed out, going to the surgeon who had walked in with her thought to be father. "Where is he? What did you do with him?" Y/N asked as she choked on the tears threatening to spill.
"I'll just finish writing the orders, then she's all yours." He spoke as the EMT walked out, nodding before speaking.
"She's been through the ringer." She whispered and he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, this is the easy part. An accident like that? Mom was DOA, dad died on the table. The kid's waking up an orphan," he paused before continuing, "if she wakes up." He muttered and continued writing.
DOA... What's DOA? Dead. The first word was dead, this was a hospital - dead on arrival... No...
Everything came back to her. The way they put her mom up and the fire and the music. Memories of her and her mother at concerts. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hugs.She could remember her father talking to her the first time she performed in front of a ton of people and how he always seemed proud of her despite her being a classical nerd. She remembered every marathon they had together, game night. How Sammy would always win at Monopoly... Sammy. They hadn't said anything about him, he was okay. He had to be okay! Y/N quickly made her way to the map that was on one of the walls, finding the Pediatric area before running. She ran up stairs and took sharp turns until she found his room. Y/N stopped and looked inside, smiling widely at how okay he looked.
Y/N saw Stephanie with Sammy, smiling through the tears. She heard footsteps going through the hall as she looked through the window, noticing that the door was swung open and her grandparents walked in; Y/N followed.
"Hey," Stephanie spoke, "I was just about to come see you guys, but I was already on this floor so I thought I'd check on Sammy before checking on Samantha and Chris," Stephanie spoke but her grandparents head shook, tears pouring from her grandmother's eyes. Y/N bit her lip as a whimper left her, not wanting to feel weaker than she already was. Gramps shook his head in disbelief before walking out, Stephanie taking Grams into a tight hug for the loss of their only son and daughter-in-law.
Y/N walked to the side of the bed, touching her hand to Sam's forehead before smiling softly; he was okay, despite the bruises on his face and the bandage that covered part of his head, a small oxygen mask covering his lips and nose.
"Sammy," Y/N spoke softly and ran her hand over his face, "it's me. It's Y/N, I love you and I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me. It's me and you, now. It's us against the world, okay? Stay strong for me, I will never leave you... I-" Y/N cut herself off and turned her head slightly, the door still wide open, "-I have to do something, but I'll be back." Y/N spoke before kissing his forehead, she moved her hand away from him before running out of the room and back the way she had gotten there. Her breaths were heavy and her eyes felt heavy as she ran, her feet colder than before but she quickly dodged people until she pushed herself into one of the large windows in the ICU hallway. She quickly took in the outside world and smiled widely when she watched a particular boy running down the sidewalk and to the hospital entrance.
"Peter..." she smiled and turned to run back down to the ICU.
Peter quickly opened the door, despite his shaking hands, and ran into the large waiting room. He tried to find an information desk and when he did, he quickly ran to it asking about his once girlfriend.
"I'm-I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N, she was brought it earlier today." He rushed out as a nurse stared up at him, typing the name in quickly before giving him the side of the hospital she was on. Peter thanked the lady and ran like as quickly as possible to find the love of his life.
Y/N had stopped at her room, looking over her dead body before speaking.
"You can't let Sammy grow up without a family. He needs someone there for him! You-You better pull out every little bit of strength to stay alive, stay alive for Sammy, please!" She whimpered out held tightly onto the rails of her bed. Y/N's head quickly turned to a loud yelling though, the voice being all too familiar.
"Y/N? Y/N!" He yelled, no remorse for the other patients as he looked for this girl that meant everything to him. He continued yelling her name while a nurse asked him to be quiet. Y/N ran towards the glass door, which was keeping the ICU patients from the real world. Peter was on the other side of the door, one hand on top of the glass as he looked inside desperately.
"Peter," Y/N called out, putting her hand on top of the glass, over his. Her eyes closed but snapped open when he began to yell at the security guard, pulling him away and to the waiting room. Michelle instantly hugged Peter as he took in the fact that she was in the hospital. His eyes were closed and tears were released as hiccuped whimpers left his lips.
Sophomore year - Dec. 2016
Y/N sat nervously in her father's study, hands tapping against the keyboard connected to her laptop as she wrote her essay.
"Dad," Y/N spoke as she continued to type, "can I ask you a question?" Y/N asked and looked up at her father who answered with an 'of course.'
"Do you miss playing in your band?" Y/N asked and bit her lip, scared of what he could say. Maybe he did and blamed her being born for it or maybe he didn't and was thankful for her being around.
"What brought this on?" He asked and his hand glided over the paper with a red pen, generally curious onto why she would ask.
"Well," Y/N began as she shifted to get a better position to put her laptop in, "you said you quit because you wanted to be a better dad but you were an amazing dad when you were in the band. You gave it up even though you loved it and you didn't have to quit it for us." Y/N muttered as he father turned to look at her, frowning softly before speaking up again.
"Honey," he began, "I didn't give anything up. I played it out, it was time for a new adventure with you guys and I'm glad to have this adventure. You know, sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you." He shrugged and made Y/N's eyebrows knit slightly as she nodded and went back to her work, not giving it a second thought.
4:43pm
Y/N sat with her brother, trying to find a way to make sure he was okay but suddenly the monitors began to beep, sending her into a frenzy of panic as the heart monitor when to a steady 'beep,' indicating that his heart had stopped. Y/N lifted herself from the seat she was in and watched as doctors and nurses rushed into the room, They tried to respirate Sammy, doing everything in their power before they stopped, giving up. The sound of time of death made Y/N's eyes swell with tears and fingers begin to shake as the nurse moved to removed all of the needles and put the white sheet over his face. Y/N watched as the doctor walked out, sighing. She followed but went down a different hall before tripping over herself and falling to the ground, screaming. Her heart rate began to pick up as tears were released. She wanted to scream to curse at God about the horrible events she was putting on her. She wanted out! She needed out!
"Let me out of here! I can't do it anymore! Let me leave!" Y/N screamed and hit the floor with her fists until a sudden white light came across.
Summer - 2017
"Hey," Peter huffed out when he went through Y/N balcony door. She hadn't left her room most of summer break, not wanting to see the world even though summer was half over. Y/N smiled softly and curled up to her blanket that was laying on top of her.
"I need to talk to you." He spoke up once the door was closed and he was seated on her bed. Y/N looked up at him, confusion on her face as he nervously fumbled with his fingers.
"What's up?" Y/N responded and Peter looked down at his hands, fumbling with his thumbs.
"I-" he cut himself off, "-I can't do it." He whimpered, making Y/N lift herself up from her bed and move closer to him, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"You can... what's up?" she asked again and he took a deep breath, looking over at her with tears in his eyes.
"I think we should break up." He whispered, taking Y/N a step back as she huffed out a laugh, not sure onto what he meant.
"B-Break up?" She asked as tears ran to her eyes as he nodded. "Why?" She asked and he looked down at his lap, biting his lap.
"Peter... Why?" She asked again and Peter opened his mouth.
"I'm moving in with the Avengers upstate and I won't be at a school because Mr. Stark thinks it's best for me to move with them since I just texted Happy and told him I was ready for the suit an-" Peter was cut off by Y/N giving him a sad smile and a nod.
"I get it... Being an Avenger is a once in a lifetime deal," she felt helpless in this situation, everything about it being horrible, "I just wish I was important enough for you to stay." She sniffled and shuffled away as Peter's mouth gapped open.
"I-Y/N you know I'm nothing without my suit," Peter argued but Y/N shook her head.
"If you're nothing without your suit, you shouldn't have it, Peter." She whimpered and pointed to the door he had come in thru. "Please leave." She silently begged.
Peter didn't start arguing with her, knowing that she needs her space to understand and she did understand, in a sense. She wanted him happy and stopping bad guys made him happy but it still broke her heart into pieces and it made her want to curl up and die. She was only sixteen, for God's sake and she's going to cry over the fact that he boy- ex-boyfriend, broke up with her.
But, alas, tears formed in her eyes and began to pour as she tried to forget.
5:55pm
Y/N had returned to her room, sitting on her bed as she looked at the new wires connected to her. Did she code? Y/N sighed when the door opened, her grandfather showing up as he looked down at his shoes, sitting in the chair next to her. Maybe everyone's came to say their goodbyes? That would be the good part since she was planning on letting go. Hell, she probably won't last the night; a blessing if you ask her. She moved her legs so her knees were up against her chest, as he wondered if he should speak.
"Y/N," he choked out, his hands going to wipe away the tears that had begun to leave his eyes, "I know you lost your family and that everyone wants you to stay, but... if you don't want to stay-" a sob left his lips as he shook his head and sat his head in his hands. This was unbelievable. He was going to have to say goodbye to the last little thing that would connect her to his son. "-you don't have to stay, Y/N. You don't." Y/N watched her grandfather, eyes moving down to her legs before he got up, kissing her forehead before leaving, someone coming in right afterward. Y/N didn't look behind her but her eyes widened at the sound of the voice.
"Hey babe," Peter whispered and Y/N turned her head.
"Peter..." She trailed off and bit her lip as he took her hand in his, kissing it softly.
"You look beautiful still," he smiled, making Y/N smile in return, "I wanted to come and see you, uh - Tony's here and he told me I should come and talk to you so I could get out what I wanted to say. I'm so sorry that I left. God! I regret it, I do... I missed you and it sucks that we haven't talked often and that's my fault... It is, but I love you so much. So very much. Please, I'll do anything you want if you just stay." Peter rambled but slowed down at the last few words. "I want to hear your voice again and see your eyes. They gave me your necklace, you still wear it and... I love it. I still have the bracelet you gave me before I left. I always thought you would want me to have it still, even though we aren't together." Peter sighed and squeezed her hand, bowing his head.
"I love you... Please stay." Peter cried out and closed his eyes.
"I love you too, God I love you!" Y/N repeated over and over again. She could feel herself slipping and she wasn't sure why. She could hear the sound of Beethoven playing over the speakers and the bright light reappeared, taking her away before she gasped and her eyes opened again; she wasn't able to move but she saw Peter from another angel, eyebrows knitting as he smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Y/N," he smiled.
