Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Peter Parker X Reader - Overdrive

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Gecko (Overdrive)' by Oliver Heldens and Becky Hill. I've been trying to work on my combat/directional writing recently and this idea kind of got stuck in my head when I was listening to this song the other day. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had put off fighting with Peter for as long as you could possibly manage. You'd pawned him off on literally every other person in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from having to go hand to hand with him in the training room, and people were beginning to notice. You were certain of it. You saw the looks they gave you when you asked to trade partners for the afternoon sessions. You were certain you'd even seen them laughing together like gossiping school girls when you'd finally managed to get your own way. But eventually, as all good things did, it would have to come to an end. 

When you'd walked into the gym and noticed that there wasn't another soul in sight other than Peter you should have turned tail and run, but he'd noticed you with that wide smile of his and you'd been stuck. 

Trotting over to you with the look of an excited Golden Retriever, he seemed all too happy to finally get the chance to actually fight with you. 

"Hey." You forced a faux smile onto your lips, nodding your greeting as you moved to dump your belongings beside the mat.

"Where's everyone else?" 

For a moment, you could've sworn that Peter looked wounded by your comment, his brow furring for just a second. "I don't know," he answered with a shrug, his smile slowly regaining it's full power. "Probably got called into a meeting or something," he added, trailing behind you as you paced around the mat, stretching out your muscles. "It's just us." 

You hummed. "It is." 

"Look," Peter started again, and you paused your stretches to give him your attention. "I know you've been putting off sparring with me, and I get it, but you don't need to be worried." You nodded slightly, the first genuine smile of the day finding it's way onto your lips. "I mean, I'll pull my punches, I'm not going to actually hurt you."

Suddenly, your smile shifted into a smirk, and your eyebrows raised into your hair as you let out a snort of laughter. "Oh," you exclaimed. "Thank God, I was so worried that Spider-boy might do some real damage," you continued, rolling your eyes as you shook off his comment, returning to your stretches. "Idiot," you muttered, glancing over to where he stood, looking a little lost at the interaction. 

"I didn't mean-"

"Are you ready?" you interrupted, straightening out and finally stepping onto the mat. He nodded, his movements mirroring yours as he stepped onto the mat across from you. "Let's get this over with then," you uttered, dropping into a fighting stance that Peter noticed looked a little too natural on you. In all honesty, he'd never had the chance to watch you fight before, always a little too caught up in what he was doing to take a moment to even glance at you. And now, he was wondering whether he'd made the right decision in forcing you into one on one combat.

You nodded for him to move, watching as he moved towards you lazily, reaching out for you only for you to slap his hand away with little effort. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, dragging him towards you and forcing your shoulder upwards to force him onto his back. 

As soon as his back hit the ground, you were back on your side of the mat, your eyes fixed on his every move. He was on his feet within a second, rolling his shoulders as he watched you pace your edge of the mat like you were waiting for your chance to pounce. 

Peter attempted to make the first move, rushing at you, but you quickly lifted your leg and kicked him firmly in the chest, knocking him back a few steps.

A small smile pulled at your lips when you noticed the wide eyed expression he was watching you with, and you took the momentary distraction to move into his personal space, dropping to the mat and sliding between his legs as he attempted to shoot a web at you. As soon as you were on your feet you were leaping at him, your legs wrapped around his middle and your forearm pressed against his neck, keeping him still. 

He reached up, grabbing your arm and using the momentum to flip you over his head, and for a moment he thought he could have the upper hand. As your back met with the mat, you reached up with your legs, trapping his head and flipping him with you, leaving you both on the ground. You were quicker to regain your focus, pinning him to the mat with a toothy grin. "What's the matter Petey?" you uttered, poking at the frown he was currently sporting and letting out a short chuckle. "You're not tired already are you?"

Peter shoved you, and you allowed yourself to be moved, sitting back on the mat with a chuckle. "Not tired," he grumbled, and you rolled your eyes again.

"You know, I expected Tony to hate losing to a girl, and I kind of got it when Steve got a little arsey about it, but I thought you'd be a little more forward thinking," you told him, shaking your head as you got to your feet. You moved away from him, stretching as you went.

With your back turned, Peter realised he may finally get a chance at winning a bout, moving to his feet as quietly as he could manage. When he finally moved to grab you, you brought your elbow up and twisted, colliding with his head and sending him sprawling across the floor. 

"Come on, Pete, attacking me when I'm not even looking? You're better than that," you uttered, grabbing your water bottle from the floor and taking a long drink. "Thanks for taking it easy on me," you added. He stayed on the floor as you gathered your stuff and made a quick exit from the gym.

*Time Skip*

You were sitting at the kitchen counter when you finally saw Peter again. He looked pretty sheepish when he spotted you, a weak half-smile offered up as he made his way to the fridge. You didn't return the smile, staring down at the newspaper in front of you and not taking in a single headline. 

"Y/N?" You glanced up then, the softness of his voice catching you off guard. "I'm sorry about yesterday," he started again, shifting uncomfortably on the other side of the kitchen island. "I acted like an idiot and I-" he paused for a second. "I was just so excited about finally getting to work with you and then I said the wrong thing and-"

"Shut up, Pete," you interrupted, watching as his brow furrowed. "I didn't want to fight with you because every single person here has the same reaction. They expect me to not be able to hold my own and it sucks. And then I beat them and they feel shitty, not because they lost but because they were wrong about me. I didn't want you to think that way about me."

"I never thought you couldn't hold your own," he told you, his frown so deep that you felt a little guilty for dumping your problems on him. "You just looked so mad that you had to fight me and when I get nervous I try to lighten the mood with stupid jokes. It was a really dumb thing to say."

You nodded, letting out a small snort of laughter. "Yeah, it was." You both stayed quiet for a moment, looking down at the counter between you. 

"Could you teach me how to do that thing where you counteracted me flipping you?" The look you gave him was one of pure shock. None of the others had ever asked you for help with their training. They were always so embarrassed at having lost that they attempted to block the memory out. You nodded. "You'd be surprised how often I get throw about by these huge henchman types," he added, watching as you shock faded into a small smile.

"I'd be happy to help."

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