Him | (Peter Parker x male reader x Avengers)

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You heart stopped when you said those words. "I like boys Peter."  You heart stopped and you could hear nothing, No noise. Not even your breath. You closed your eyes. You felt Peter let go of you. 'Shit' you thought to yourself. 'Peters gonna leave now, isn't he.' you thought. You opened your eyes slightly. You saw Peter looking at you. "Was that it?" he said. You were confused. He took you in to a huge hug. "Y/n, what was so bad about that." he said squeezing you tighter. You paused. "You're ok with this?" you asked. Peters jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?" he was annoyed. "Why wouldn't i be." he smiled. "I dunno, just anxiety i guess."  you said feeling so much relief gone. "Do you like Edvin?" he asked now getting up. "I dunno. I mean meh." you stated. He laughed. "Why don't you like him." you asked knowing your asked taht a million times. Peter paused. "He used to be Flashes friend." he stated. " By friend i mean his muscle." he added. Your eyes widened. "Well Peter that's the end of me and him then." you said. "No no don't do that for me, i hate the guy but he seemed like he's changed." Peter replied. There was a pause between the two of you. "I think he did the thing on my locker Pete." you said. Peter seemed to be a bit awkward around the locker situation. "I don't think that was him, i mean he kissed you." Peter said rubbing his neck. You looked at his suspiciously. "Then who did it!," you said annoyed.  "The only people that know we kissed, was me him and....."  you paused. "Who?" Peter asked. You then realised.  Peter looked guilty. "Peter..........." you looked at him. "Please tell me overthinking this, it wasn't spider-man." You said. Peter jolted up to you. He grabbed your two shoulders. "Look, whoever it was it doesn't matter, your out now. On the bright side the locker thing pushed you to come out " "But just to you." you said angrily. You started putting the pieces together. He said. You stared at him.  "Peter?" you stared at him into his soul. Your eyes started glowing. "Did Spider-man tell you, about the kiss." Peter backed a bit away when you said that. "Peter did you write it?" you asked with beaming eyes at him. Peter started to heat up. "Peter did you write it." you repeated yourself. He got more nervous. Even you saw his eyes watering. He was in so much fear of you and your powers  right now. "PETER PLEASE TELL ME IM CEAZY!" you shouted. Your anger was taking form in your energy, your hands were going crazy, energy flying around your hands your eyes glowing. Peter was in total. "No!., of course i wouldn't do that!" "DONT LIE." you said shouting while tears ran down your face. Peter also now tears falling his face. He nodded in total fear and sadness. You heart shattered. Your eyes stopped glowing, your hands stopped glowing. You weren't crying anymore. You weren't angry anymore. Nothing. You made no noise. Peter was breathing so heavily trying to calm down. Your head fell down to the floor.You stood there. Peter stood up. "I'm sorr-" he cried before he was interrupted yesterday you. "Get out." you said quietly. "What?" Peter asked crying and confused. "Get out." you said a bit louder. You still wore his flannel. Peter was devastated but he knew he was in the wrong and left the room. You shut the door with your powers. All the rage and anger was about to spill out of you. You opened your window, Flying out. You could barely fly but this was smooth. You paced around the area. You were going so fast. Tears would come form your eye and sprint past. You were not flying over a empty field. You crashed into, a lush field of grass. You screamed form teh top of your lungs Your power all spilled out of you. The (colour) aura, spread all around the field. The power could probably been seen from HQ how big it was. All this anger and sadness, all getting out of you, spewing. Your surroundings were now all covered in (colour)aura. All of that power and energy, that aura all of it came running back to you. The colour faded and now it was just you in a field in the dark. You collapsed. The fell to the floor. All you could do was cry. The grass around your face was getting a bit wet from all the tears. You cried for about 10 mins before you calmed down. You just sat there. You, the wind, the night sky and the stars. What were you gonna do now. You couldn't believe that Peter wrote that. You got up from your sadness. You looked around. You saw HQ barely. It was a long bloody walk to get back. Your watch read 23:00. It was late. You walked up and down the fields to try and just make it back not really thinking about anything. Suddenly. THUSS!!!! Something landed behind you making you loose your balance. Flexing your hands so that your energy would start flowing, you turned to see spider-man. Your anger came back when saw him. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" you screamed charging at them. You got spider-man in the floor, he didn't try to fight back. You punched him and kicked him. "What the fuck." you said realising what you were doing,staring at you hands. "I'm sorry." you said picking him up. "i'm sorry, I just...." you started. "It's ok, you somewhat have the right to be mad." They said rubbing their head. "Somewhat?!" you asked angrily. "You do." he replied. There was a pause, you both stared at eachother. You scoffed and continued walking to HQ. You couldn't stand him at the moment so you walked faster. You could hear spider-man try and catch up to you. They started walking at the same pace beside you. You didn't look at him. "Can i tell you something." They asked. You didn't reply. "Peter is really sad and feels so bad." he said. "He should." you said blankly as you continued walking. "That's his flannel."they pointed. "so". You said. "I'm sorry." they said. "I didn't think he would something like that." they added. "Well he did" you darted. "He's really sorry." they said. " I know." you again darted. "Ye know he really-" they began before you interrupted. "Look spider-man, why don't you be good at your little detectives job for Peter and go swing back to him." Spider-man's eyes lenses enlarged. They didn't say anything, they swung off away from HQ. You sighed and continued walking. For late at night it wasn't cold, it was a lovely night. The stars shined down on you, as you made your way to HQ. The door was locked obviously. It was the night. You walked around a bit to see your window was open form when your burst out of it earlier. "Shit." You focused on your hands making your (colour) energy fade into the area around your palms. You started levitating a bit. Gradually and gradually making your myself go up and up. You then grabbed onto your widow and flung yourself in, tumbling over and hitting your head. You moaned. You got and looked around to see that, you weren't in your room, you were in Peters. He wasn't there though. You looked around his room, seeing that it was still the same mess as your first day here. Looking over at his retro tv, you see all the star wars movies. It triggered the memory of you and Peter together lying in Peters bed, watching the movies. The warmth you felt then came back to you now and you then realised why you had a crush on Peter. 'Sure what he did was terrible but he was doing it for the good at the end.' you thought to yourself. You quickly realised what you were thinking. 'What the fuck, No! What peter did was wrong' you thought contradicting yourself. But you really wanted to forgive him. You walked out of his room feeling worse about everything. Turning right to enter your room, opening your door to see Peter collapsed on your bed. You sighed. He had his shirt off for some reason. You looked at his scars all over his muscular ripped chest. You remembered that Peter has his own problems and this isn't what he needs anymore. Getting closer to him, sitting beside the knocked out Peter. You traced your finger around one of his big scars that went over his abs. 'Wtf am i doing' you said getting up and leaving the room. As you left the room. Peter opened his eyes and sighed. He was awake. You didn't know where to sleep. The couch all though comfortable it was too cold. "Why not." you said entering Peters room. You stripped to your boxers except you put Peters flannel over yourself, getting into Peters bed. The flannel, his covers and his pillows all smelled like Peters cologne. It drove you insane. The long day eventually caught up on you and you were dead asleep. As Peter lay in your bed, he really did think about what he done or better yet how to fix it. He really needed you if you and him were gonna go to that party after school tomorrow. He got up because he couldn't sleep. He went to look inside his room seeing you. He was surprised at how ripped you were. (it's my story, we are ripped.)  He felt so bad for you. He just wanted to hug and tell you he was sorry. He felt weird when he was with you, a good weird. He felt different or as he thought about it, he felt more comfortable or himself around you. He couldn't lose you. You made him feel a way he hadn't felt towards anyone and he couldn't even describe it. He almost got into the bed but he didn't allow himself. He then just crawled back into your bed. The aura in your room, Peter really liked helped him drift off.