Broken Hero || Peter Parker X Reader

Back To High School

I met Peter outside of the school the next morning. Earlier, before I left the Avengers building, Tony threw a backpack and a granola bar at me, reminding me of everything I had to remember. "Your name is Reece Wellons. You're American. You're a senior in high school." And so on and so forth.

"Hey." Peter greets me with a smile. He's in jeans and a sweater, his backpack hanging off his shoulders.

"Hi." I respond, giving him a small smile.

"How was your first night in New York?" He asks as we begin walking up the stairs to the school.

"It was alright, thanks." I answer. "Tony gave me this huge room... I don't even know what to do with it." I shake my head.

Peter is now staring at me intensely with an odd look on his face. I look up at him, raising my eyebrows.

"What?" I ask.

"Your voice..." He says. "Your accent...?"

"Oh!" I literally forgot to tell Peter. "Tony said I had to use an American accent." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear me.

Peter shakes his head. "You sound so... different."

"Uh... sorry?" I didn't exactly know how to respond.

"No, no, you sound fine. It just through me off for a second." Peter explains as we finally enter the building, groups of teenagers passing us, bumping into to us and walking in a million different directions.

"Oh my god, I'm having major high school dejavoo." I say, my eyes scanning all the students that pass me.

Peter grins, gazing down at me. "Welcome back." And I begin to follow him. "We'll go to my locker first and then we'll go get your schedule and find your locker." He says and I nod.

Peter finds his locker and opens it, cramming books inside it. "Why do you have empty web fluid bottles?"

Peter then slams his locker down and shushes me. "Reece!"

"Sorry, just curious." I tease him.

"Hey, Peter!" A dude whom I've never seen before comes up to Peter and I. He looks over at Peter before glancing over at me. "Uh... hi."

"Hi." I answer back, giving the dude I do not know a smile.

"Ned, this is Reece. She's new here." Peter explains to his friend.

"Oh, cool." Ned smiles in my direction. "Nice to meet you."

I smile just as bright back. "You too."

"We have to go find her locker. Wanna come?" Peter asks his friend.

Ned shakes his head, beginning to back away. "Dude, I've gotta make up a Spanish quiz. Do you have the study guide?"

"You're gonna study now?" Peter questions, pulling out a sheet of paper from his book bag and handing it to Ned.

"Its now or never." Ned shrugs. "Thanks, talk to you later!" And he runs off the in the other direction.

Peter shakes his head, sighing. "This way." And I follow him to the front office of the school. The teachers there were nice and gave me a schedule with all my classes on it.

Peter even volunteered to help me out in front of those teachers, and they were overjoyed. "Now that's a good classmate!"

As we leave the office, Peter takes a look at my schedule. "Your locker is near Neds... We also have lunch, AP Calculus, gym, and English together."

I sigh in relief. "Thank god I don't have to do AP Calc alone."

Peter laughs at me. "Reece, you literally don't even have to try." And I knew what he meant. I was only at this school to work on a mission. I didn't actually have to pay attention in any of my classes.

I laugh too, shaking my head. "Well... Still!"

Peter shows me to my locker, that's apparently near his friend Ned's locker. After that, we walk to English together, already being five minutes late.

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(Peter's POV)

The way her long brown hair swayed when she walked. The way her bright blue eyes would sparkle into mine. The way she smiled so brightly, exposing her dimples. It all made me so giddy inside and I have no idea why.

Today, Reece had her hair pulled up into a ponytail, wearing black leggings and a red sweater. "My worst subject has always been math." She shrugs as we're walking together to English.

"Really?" I ask, kind of intrigued.

"Okay, I'm not gonna lie. I wasn't the best at school." She replies, keeping her eyes focused forwards, glancing up at me every so often.

"Reece, you're in AP Calc." I remind her.

"Tony's the one who registered me." She answers.

I chuckled at her, shaking my head. "Come on, you are smart."

"Not as smart as you."

"Technically, you know more than me since you already graduated high school." I shoot back, grinning down at her.

"Technically, I wasn't supposed to graduate because I always ditched gym class." She shrugs and smiles. "They let it slide though."

"Oh my god, Reece." I laugh at her again and by now, we've reached Mr. Smith's English class. I let her walk in first and I follow close behind.

Mr. Smith looks over at us and then stops the entire class to point out how late we are, the thing he's best known for at this school. "Parker, that's five minutes tardy."

"Mr. Smith, I was-"

But he cuts me off, furrowing his eyebrows at Reece. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Uh, I'm Reece Wellons." Her American accent is actually pretty good. If I didn't know she came from England, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. "I'm new. Peter was helping me find my locker."

"Oh." Mr. Smith responds, looking back and forth between Reece and I. "You both can take a seat then."

So Reece and I do as we're told, sitting next to each other in the back of the classroom.

English has always bored me and Mr. Smith wasn't the greatest or most entertaining teacher. Every time I tried talking to Reece, Mr. Smith would tell me to "shut my trap." It was really annoying.

After English, we have to split ways. I go to Economics and Reece goes to French class, but of course I helped her find her room first. I did get yelled at by my teacher, but after I explained my reasoning for being late, she let it slide.

I met up with Reece after that boring class as well. Now she goes to Economics, and I go to Spanish. "How's your day going so far?" I asked her as I was walking her to her next class.

"Fine... This kid tried giving me his number but I crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can from across the room and made it. It was the best shot I've ever made!" She explains before shaking her head at herself. "I sounded way to excited about that..."

I laugh at her and her small accomplishment. "Hey, you should be excited, that's about as interesting as it gets around here." I flat out tell her.

She sighs, giving me a small smile. "How's your day going?"

"Boring." I sigh as well. "So, who was that kid that gave you his number?"

"I honestly have no idea. I literally don't know anyone, but somehow people already know me. They keep coming up to me and saying Hi, Reece! Let me know if you need help with anything! And I'm like, who the hell are you?" She explains, in a funny sort of dramatic way. 

"Well... at least you're not having a boring day." I point out, and I can't stop smiling at her, god damn it.

"Hey, your days not even halfway over yet." She reminds me. "Something's bound to happen."

I shrug. "Maybe."