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Peter parker x Reader

Don't Blame Me (but like the reader is the one who does something because she loves peter)

Don't Blame Me - p.p.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy | If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. I had so much fun writing this, and i actually plan to make this flow into another request for peter with the song Lavender Haze... so watch for that coming out soon! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Oh- any guesses of who the unnamed fighter is? ;)

wordcount: 3.7k

trope / pairing: peter parker x Fem Reader ,crazy!reader.

warnings: crazy reader actions, some mentions of gore

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The atmosphere of the club Peter found himself in was unmatched across the galaxies. The rowdy crowd energized the stands around the arena, various beings rooting for their undefeated champion of the night - a very large guy made of tree roots and leaves, who packed a pretty punch.

He decked his opponent square in its jaw, knocking it out of place. The crowd went wild once again. Peter found himself smiling at the sport, as he sat at a bar that sat along one of the sections of the stands.

“What is this place?” Peter asked, as he took a sip of his drink. It was green in color, and very tasty. Although the hint of something chemical lingered on his tongue.

“Golden Daggers Club,” Wong answered, appearing next to Peter before a glowing ring of sparks. Peter nearly spat out his drink at the sight, shifting in his seat to face the Sorcerer Supreme. Strange quickly followed, settling in the seat on the other side of Peter.

“It’s an underground fight club that Wong is very passionate about,” Strange whispered to Peter, motioning as Wong went into the locker rooms.

“No way, is he fighting?”

“No, no. Just training someone.”

“Oh, that makes a lot more sense.” Peter took another swig of his drink. The club was cool, full of differing beings from different galaxies. There were a few he recognized from the various planets he had been to with Tony and Strange during the battle with Thanos. Some were even more grotesque looking, as their bodies seemed to be made of various living organisms.

But one in particular caught his eye. Not one of the grotesque ones, no, quite the opposite. She was sat just across the ring, her eyes a bright, unnatural blue color- in fact, it matched the streaks in her hair, as well as the colors in the suit she wore. She stood, along with her friend beside her, and headed towards the locker room.

“Who’s ready to see our next opponent?” The announcer called, getting the crowd riled up again. The tree-man stood in the ring, flexing his branches at the hollers.

“This next opponent is very interesting indeed. Not only is she the first girl of the night to go up against our undefeated champion, but she was once our undefeated champion before The Viper struck her down last month! She’s all healed now, and ready to show you what she’s got!”

The announcer finished his spiel, and a gate on the end of the ring opened. A rumble echoed through the arena, as flashes of light flashed through the gate. Peter quickly realized they were ropes of electricity, branching out like lightning. The crowd hollered loudly, clearly familiar with this new opponent.

Even Strange shifted in his seat to get a better view, his fists balled as if he was ready to cheer. Peter noticed, and decided to ask who this mysterious person was.

“That’s y/n. She’s a real badass,” Strange responded. It was all he gave for an answer so Peter settled back into his seat with his drink and watched.

The ropes of electricity grew out of the gate, as you made your way further into the ring. The energy shifted the second you appeared in the spotlight- and it wasn’t just from your cracks of electricity filling the air with a faint buzz only Peter seemed to notice.

Peter was unsure who the crowd was cheering for more. It soon became clear though, as you whipped a line of blue electricity towards the tree man. It swung around his arm, pulling him towards you, singing the wood underneath. Your opponent struggled against the electrical currents, trying his hardest to pull himself back and away from you.

He raised his other arm before bringing it down on the current, severing its connection around him. You grunted at the force coming back at you, but you stood your ground. A branch grew out of his side, striking you in the gut, sending you swinging around the ring. The crowd erupted, thinking their undefeated champion had gotten the upperhand.

You threw your leg over the branch, kneeling on it. Your next move had to be calculated, unpredictable. Looking around, you noticed a gap in the ring above, where a metal hook dangled. This was your moment.

You took off in a run, up the branch and onto the body of your opponent, sparking pieces of him as you went. He grunted, stumbling a little at the jolts of electricity running through his body. A rope of electricity formed at your will, that you threw above you to hook onto the hook above. Jumping off the tree-man’s body, you swung out, banking on the currents of electricity until your feet striked the side of his face, knocking him to the ground.

“Boo!” The crowd roared, upset by this change of dominance before them. Peter looked around, on the absolute edge of his seat as he watched the next few minutes of the fight play out.

The tree man had stood, taller than ever before as he shouted out in the ring. You were unphased, as you continued swinging on the current, wrapping it around his body. The searing pain could be heard as it cut through the wood, singing off the leaves.

Your laugh echoed through the crowd, as you thrived off the shouts of disapproval from the crowd. At this point, they had placed far too much money on their undefeated champion winning.

Tightening the whips of electricity, you brought your opponent down, before landing a powerful blow to his temple, knocking him out cold. The bell above you dinged, and the announcer came over the speakers.

“Wow! What a fight folks! Make some noise for your new champion, y/n!”

There was a mixture of boos and cheers from the audience, Peter being a part of the latter as he clapped loudly. You looked out into the crowd, doing a mock bow and blowing kisses to those upset over their losses. Your eyes locked with Peters, and his entire body tensed, every spider-sense in his body initiating, sending a shiver down his spine.

There was something about those electric blue eyes of yours staring straight at him that made him squirm- in a good way of course. The entire area moved in slow motion as you smirked at him. He had tunnel vision, only noticing you as you slowly turned.

Once you were facing away from him, the connection broke, leaving him stumbling back into his seat, a weird feeling coursing through his body.

“Peter, you alright?” Strange asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, I think I’m going to go find y/n, and tell her congratulations. Do… Do you want to come?” Peter asked. He needed some sort of buffer if he was going to even attempt to talk to you. Strange agreed, and followed Peter into the crowd to where the locker rooms were.

You emerged just as Peter and Strange reached the door, stopping you dead in your tracks. Of course you knew who the infamous Dr. Stephen Strange was, but the kid next to him? No idea. He seemed a little dorky, as he awkwardly stood there, a goofy smile on his face.

“y/n, nice to see you again,” Strange said, offering his hand to you. Peter looked between you two, clearly taken aback that Strange and you knew each other.

“Likewise, Stephen.” You took his hand, shaking it diligently. Peter leaned in to Stephen.

“She gets to call you Stephen?” He asked.

“Not now,” Strange whispered, before introducing Peter.

“This is Peter. He’s a big fan, practically fell out of his seat watching you.” Peter shot Strange daggers at this information, before shooting you an awkward smile, and a tiny wave.

“Nice to meet you Peter. Listen, I always buy my biggest fans a drink,” you winked, clearly teasing him. “So, why don’t we go sit and talk.”

“Uh, yeah, okay. I don’t know why Mr. Strange said that about me. I mean, not that I’m not a fan or wasn’t cheering for you, because I totally was. I just hadn't ever seen you before tonight,” Peter rambled, as he followed you to the bar he was just at moments ago. You chuckled, before ordering two drinks and settling in a seat.

“I know, I saw you,” you winked. Peter’s face flushed.

“You did?” He asked.

“I did. You were pretty cute out there cheering for me.”

Peter squirmed, not used to girls flirting with him. You chuckled again, and grabbed the two shots the bartender had placed before you and handed one to Peter. He hadn’t really taken shots before, still underage on earth to drink, but he didn’t want to look like he was a baby in front of you.

Peter threw the dark liquid back, nearly sputtering at the taste. The warmth slid down his throat, causing him to cough a little at the feeling. You, on the other hand, had thrown it back easily, the brown liquid smooth against your throat.

The two of you sat and talked for a long while, discussing a range of topics. He divulged that he was a part of the Avengers, something you had heard of once before during Thano’s reign on the universe. You explained how you were, essentially, a vigilante to your world- one of the worst your planet had in a while.

Peter was fascinated by you, in the way you told stories, the way you carried yourself. He even loved the way you swirled your glass around before you took a sip. Or the way you ran your fingers through your hair anytime you flirted with him.

Anyone with eyes could see he was falling for you.

And that terrified him. For one, he was scared of rejection. He couldn’t tell if you were actually into him, or if maybe you just wanted to fuck. You lived on two different worlds for gods sake, how would it even work? As the thoughts continued to slither into his mind, he looked around for Strange.

“Peter?” You asked, pulling him back into the conversation. He swallowed hard as he tore his attention from the crowd.

“Y-yes?”

“Did I lose you?”

“What? N-no. I’m just looking- oh! There he is. Listen, y/n, it’s been great talking to you, but I gotta go.” Peter got up, threw a few currency papers on the bar, and ran to get Strange. You watched as he caught Strange by the arm, asking to leave the club.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you watched the two of them leave, bickering about why they had to run out. No one ran out on you. You were the one in control of every situation around you, and especially with the guys you liked.

Essentially, Peter turned you down, and you didn’t take kindly to guys who did that. You slammed the rest of your drink, and slammed the glass down on the bar top. You thanked the bartender, making sure to leave enough money, before finding your friend to fill her in on your next mission –

Getting Peter back.

It had been months since you last saw Peter, the image of his face had been engraved in your mind since he last left you in the club. He hadn’t left your thoughts once as the days passed. Peter would be lying if he didn’t say he couldn’t stop thinking about you too.

Eventually, you decided you couldn’t take it any longer. The waiting, and wondering what he was up to drove you crazy, ruining your ability to focus on anything else. Your training had slacked, which had irritated your trainer.

“Why don’t you take a break, clear your head,” he had suggested after a particularly grueling training session. You nodded your head in agreement. On your way home, you had developed your plan. It was a delicious plan, or so you thought. Your friend was less enthusiastic about it.

But no one could stop you.

Especially once you made your mind up.

A dark storm rolled in over New York, rumbles of thunder echoing off the tall buildings. The lightning was violent, striking every surface it could find, as rain pounded the streets, deserting them of people. It was unlike a usual storm here on Earth.

It came on suddenly with the intensity of something ethereal. Many thought it was Thor, but when his presence didn’t follow the initial strike of lightning, everyone quickly realized it was not a storm summoned by him and took shelter.

A faint buzzing hovered in the atmosphere, a buzzing that caught the attention of Peter’s senses, making him stop dead in his tracks in the new compound. It was a buzzing he had heard once before, in the club last month that Strange took him too.

His coffee fell to the ground as he took off in a run, catching the attention of Sam and Bucky who were sitting in the kitchen.

“Oh god what did he fuck up now?” Bucky mumbled, slinging his jacket on. Sam followed, initiating his suit, and following Peter out of the compound.

The three of them made it to the center of the storm, where a cackling laughter could be heard through the skies following the low rolls of thunder. Lightning strikes, that Sam quickly realized were ropes of electricity, struck various buildings around them, knocking out the power grid.

The streets were bathed in perpetual night, the only light coming from you, as you stayed suspended in the air. The ropes of electricity springing from your palms connected to your wrist, and traveled up your suit and into your hair.

“Peeeeeterrrr,” you sang, as you spotted him down on the streets. He was looking up at you, his face a mixture of confusion and shock as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“You know her?” Bucky asked, as he, too, was calculating the situation.

“Uh… yeah, kind of. You remember that club that I went to with Mr. Strange? Well, it turns out it was this really cool but intense underground fight club, and she, well, she beat their defeated champion that night.”

“Oh, great, so she's really awesome.” Sam remarked, as he geared up redwing.

“Yeah, actually. Anyways, we got to talking, and she’s, like, really cool. But, I may have accidentally ghosted her…”

“You did what?”

“Well, it’s just that I didn’t think she’d really be into me, and so I just kind of… left. And she also, kind of, may be a little evil,” Peter trailed off, as he dodged a strike of electricity aimed for him.

“Only a little?” Sam snickered, as he sent Red Wing into flight. It flew up by you, struggling against the wind whipping around you. You cocked your head curiously at it, as it began to speak.

“Listen, if Peter is what you want, we will gladly hand him over- ow! What? It’s true. Okay, maybe not that easily. Can you just come down and talk first before we start destroying the city? It’s really expensive to rebuild this place again, and I think this can be talked about.” Sam shouted over the storm.

You decided to hear him out, landing with a loud thud on the pavement. Your currents of electricity bounced around you, eager to find something to shock or fry. Sam and Bucky looked at you, rigid and stone faced. They were unwavered by your power- even though they should have been.

Peter on the other hand had shrunk down, looking guilty and nervous at what was about to unfold.

“Hello Peter,” you said, your voice sultry and sophisticated all the same.

“Um, hi,” Peter responded.

“Listen, the kid didn’t mean to piss you off,” Sam started, but you cut him off with a snap of electricity.

“No? Funny, because the events of that night signify otherwise. But I don't want to hear from you. I want to hear from Peter. So? What gives?”

“Look, y/n, I’m really sorry, okay. I just panicked. I’ve lost so many people I’ve cared about recently, I didn’t want to get close to someone else… especially so soon. So I just fled.” You tilted your head at his explanation, wanting so hard to believe it.

“Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I don’t know, I’m not really good at this.”

The storm began to calm, the driving rain now a soft rainfall. The thunder and lighting subsided to low rumbles and light flashes through the clouds. The current radiating off of you had dulled, the striking blue color of your eyes and suit now a deeper, more dull shade of blue.

“I’m not either,” you said sheepishly. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It’s… a lot.”

Peter smiled at you slightly, a wave of understanding washing over the two of you. This was a new feeling for the both of you, and something you both had to navigate.

“See that wasn’t so hard, there's no reason to act crazy,” Sam said, snickering slightly. A louder rumble of thunder echoed, as you slowly turned to face him.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” The currents through you radiated brightly, as you stepped closer and closer to Sam.

“Y/n….” Peter warned, preparing to fight.

You didn’t give Sam a chance to respond before you whipped a current of electricity towards him. He raised his shield to block it, sending the current flying into a billboard. Sparks rained down from the frying circuits as you sent another current in his direction.

Bucky sighed, hanging back. This wasn’t a fight he wanted to involve himself with, unless it got too out of hand. Peter, on the other hand, had inserted himself right in the middle.

Sam flung his shield, attempting to stop you as you took off to the skies, making your next few moves unpredictable. This only worsened as the rain began to pound the pavement, creating little flood pockets through the city.

“Why! Why did you have to say that?” Peter asked, as he took off to save the buildings from any structural damage.

“So you think I’m crazy?” You yelled, flashes of lightning striking around Sam. He focused on the skies, watching where the strikes originated from, before triangulating your location.

“Yeah, I do,” he continued, egging you on until he could pinpoint your exact location behind the dark clouds. Three more strikes rained down around him, this time laced with electricity. The jolts shook him, disorienting him slightly.

Sam quickly shook it off, as Peter yelled at the skies, begging you to stop. This was it, one more strike rained down and he had your location. The shield flung into the air, traveling directly towards you. By the time you saw it, it was too late.

Peters’ senses tingled, and he paused dead in his tracks. He looked up to the skies just in time to see you free falling down, Captain America’s shield embedded in you. He yelled, before swinging into action to save you. He was just barely in reach, his hands fumbling around your arm. He was too late though.

Your body hit the pavement with a thud that echoed into a loud clash of thunder that ended the storm once and for all.

“No!” Peter yelled, coming to your side. Blood poured from your wound, mixing with the water on the pavement.

“Shit,” Bucky muttered. Sam looked like a ghost at the sight of the shield. He didn't mean to impale you with the damned thing, he was just trying to stop you.

“What did you do?” Peter asked, his voice hoarse.

“I didn’t mean to. Come on, let’s get her to the infirmary.”

Sam pulled the shield, wincing at the blood that sprayed for a second out of your wound. The gore usually wouldn’t bother him, but the look on Peter’s face as he stared up at Sam is what did him in.

Peter lifted you up, carrying you carefully to the compound.

You awoke a short few hours later, wincing at the bright lights above you. By the time Peter had made it to the compound, your wound had already begun healing. The nurse worked diligently to ensure there was no infection as she cleaned it, throwing in a few stitches to close the widest part of the wound.

The bright light above you was moved, and quickly replaced by Peters’ face as he looked down at you. He looked grim, tear stains evident on his red cheeks. He sighed, smiling as he realized you were awake.

“y/n,” he whispered, his hand coming to caress your cheek.

You groaned at the contact, as it triggered a piercing headache. He winced, apologizing for the pain. You started to sit up, Peter quickly aiding to ensure you were comfortable. He handed you a cup of ice water, which you gratefully took, as you realized how dry your mouth was.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. The black out and the pain had been enough of a punishment, that you actually felt guilty for your actions- which was rare. You hadn’t ever had to be good before, or ever really wanted to. Until you met Peter.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. I think Sam also feels bad for what happened, he’s been lingering outside of the door to make sure you survived.” Peter chuckled, motioning to where Sam awkwardly stood. He quickly shifted his attention, as if he was really looking at something else. You mimicked Peter’s chuckle, but quickly stopped as your wound burned from the movement.

“Listen, I talked to Sam, and he’s willing to let you stay here, even one day be a part of the team… just as long as you learn to be good. I think I can help you with that, if you let me.”

“You think I can be good?” No one had ever even given you the chance to be good before. No one had ever believed you could be. Peter’s answers made a tear form in your eye.

“Yes, I do. I think… I think that maybe… maybe love just made you crazy. Something my Aunt May told me once is that ‘with great power, comes great responsibility’. I think that’s true for you too.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, a spark tingling his lips.

Continued in “Lavendar Haze” Coming soon.

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