I Need a Hero | Peter Parker x Reader | Wrong Number

-22-

TW: MENTIONS OF SH

Y/n's POV:

I wasn't worried about the Avengers figuring out who I was, I had been hiding my injuries from everyone for years and I was pretty certain that I could walk without a limp. 

We were gathered outside school and waiting for the bus to pull up.

"I hope I'm in Amanda's tour group, that would be great!" Harriet wanted to officially ask Amanda to be her girlfriend soon (and oh my god they would be so cute together!) so I thought I'd help speed up the process.

"Sit next to her on the coach journey, I don't mind sitting alone." I smiled, I really did want them to get together.

"Are you sure?" She checked.

"Of course! its not a very long journey anyway." 

She smiled and ran off to find Amanda, they might as well call me Cupid.

We got on the bus and I sat down alone. I didn't actually mind being alone, I preferred to have a bit of distance between me and other people at the moment.

The only issue at the moment was that I couldn't stop thinking about it and I had nobody to distract me. I wanted to do it again but I didn't bring my blades to school because I knew that I wouldn't have any control. I wouldn't be able to stop.

I took my pen out of my pocket. I always kept one on me, which might sound weird but running the pen over my skin always felt like a temporary relief. It didn't stop me wanting to cut more but it distracted me for a moment. The relief went away as soon as I stopped drawing.

--------------------------

Tony's POV:

"Nat, they're pulling up." I said to the scary Russian who was watching the streets carefully.

"I can see that Tony."

I had told her that we were looking for someone with a limp and we both agreed that we needed to check on her. What kind of teenage kid got shot so much. Even Peter didn't get hurt that much (thank God) and he liked to go out doing his vigilante shit.

"Is Peter Coming?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Um, Tony we have to go and do our introductions." added Bruce, who was quickly walking into the room.

The children all filed into the 3rd floor conference room and I was watching carefully but nobody was walking strangely.

--------------------------

Y/n's POV:

The talk ended much later than planned because Flash wouldn't stop asking questions so we were all rushed onto the bus quickly and told to take the closest seat.

"Hiya Y/n." Peter sat down next to me. "What did you draw on your hand today?"

I looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"You always draw on your hand, what did you draw today?"

I smiled and gave him my hand to look, but I made sure to hold on to the ends of my sleeve so he wouldn't see more than I wanted him to see. He tilted his head and traced over some of the little patterns and doodles I had drawn throughout the day.

"Do you want to draw some?" I asked, handing him the pen. He grinned and nodded, starting to sketch a little spider. He looked so focused and he kept blowing his little curl out of his tine of view. 

He briefly looked up at me, smiling and starting to draw a flower. 

I like his doodles.

I think I like him.