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today this white girl asked me why my hair is so curly and i said im black and she told me to say african american

✧･ﾟ: *fatal flaw*:ﾟ･✧

Pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x fem!y/n

Summary: y/n is a former widow that found a safe home in New York with the Avengers and a fellow former widow, more specifically with a certain brunette doe eyed spider named Peter Parker. But lately, Natasha got caught up with the red room and taking them down alongside her sister, y/n figured it's only right to help out.

Warnings: black widow spoilers!!!! this is mostly fluff, mentions of sexual assault, abuse, fighting (everything that has to do with the red room) and slight nudity. no smut.

Note: hellooo I'm so sorry for being inactive I offer this one shot as a peace offering <3 instead of using Tom!Peter I'm using Andrew!Peter,,, just cuz I can,,,, he's also aged up 😄 yeah so everything in civil war and prior happened but with Andrew!Peter instead of Tom's. Reader is Peter's gf.

y/n was pacing the lengths of the fancy hotel room she had took refuge in, with her being wanted across the states it was risky to leave during the day. She couldn't afford being spotted and dragging Peter into her mess. Even thought it was much safer at night, tonight was not it.

Natasha had contacted her 4 hours ago, telling her that she and Yelena, her sister, had made a plan to find the red room and take it down once and for all. But for it to work they need to find their dad, Alexei.

The downside of getting Alexei was that he was in prison, so y/n tugged at a few strings to help Natasha from within New York. She managed to get a friend of hers get Nat a jet and some equipment.

Natasha was supposed to contact her immediately after getting Alexei, but it's been over 2 hours and there was still no sound from the redhead.

y/n let out a frustrated huff, glaring at the talkie that was the only means of communication between her and agent Romanoff but she knew better than to reach for it and call for her, so instead she stomped out of the room and into the bathroom.

Her hands worked neatly through the fabric of her button up shirt, undoing her buttons as her vision unfocused. Her body knew the routine by heart, it didn't need sight to know what to do next so y/n let her thoughts wonder as she turned on the water and let it pour into the bathtub, creating a pool for her to soak her body in and let it relax.

She knew she should be with Natasha and Yelena, helping them out with the impossible mission of taking down the place that took so much of her childhood and theirs, the place that ruined them and created the monsters hiding within the walls of thier minds.

Instead she's here, hiding right under the government's nose with a fake name and ID.

She stepped in the bath and curled into herself, sighing as the warm water dissolved the tension in her muscles.

Closing her eyes, flashes of her past life intertwined with her current one flickered behind her eyelids, a memory so vivid of an adult that meant so much to her making her a sandwich switched to Nat grinning at her and giving her a peanut butter sandwich. Another memory of her training with Bucky changed to a brunette widow throwing knives at her with a deathly glare.

She was so caught up with her thoughts, she didn't know when her throat closed up, pushing down the sobs that threatened to break through her lips, she didn't know when her eyes started pouring tears, and she certainly didn't know when her boyfriend stepped into her temporary apartment looking for her.

Peter has been missing y/n like crazy all day long, he knew she was keeping something from him but he respected her too much to ask what it was because he can clearly tell that it's connected to her past. A past she'd rather have erased than ever relive.

But putting all of that aside, something was severely wrong. He didn't know why or what was causing it, he just knew his darling was hurting and, knowing her, she was suppressing her emotions to lock them away in a box at the bottom of her chest.

So as soon as he was able to finish his shift, he raced to her apartment and sneaked in through the window. "y/n/n?" He called out, pulling the red and black mask off his head and walking cautiously further into her home. When there was no response, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his spider sense went hyper, dialing up to eleven.

He used his enhanced hearing to scan the house and settling on the soft water splashes coming from the bathroom, followed by her ever-so-familiar heart beat, calming him and stopping him from coming up with any conclusions.

Peter walked through the apartment and towards the bathroom, then froze at the door frame at the sight of his lover.

She was completely naked in the bathtub, her back towards him and his breath hitched. He'd seen her naked before─ or more like partly naked. She never took off a button up shirt while having sex with him, and she was always into being either on top of him or under him, in either condition she'd always be facing him.

Now he understands why.

Her back was covered with scars, and Peter's face paled when he recognized a few as either caused by a whip or a stick, then there are others that must've been knives or bullet wounds. His blood ran cold and his face dropped, then he heard her little sniffle, giving away that she was crying and his heart shattered in his chest.

His princess was crying and hurt, and he was clueless as to what he should do. Usually he'd know exactly what to say or what to do when y/n is upset, but this far too personal, too upsetting, and Peter didn't know if he had the stomach to know exactly why she was upset and if he can help in any way.

But disregarding everything, y/n was his princess, and he'd be damned to leave her when she needs him most.

So he stripped out of his suit and walked slowly towards her, very aware of her distracted state and that she probably didn't even know he was there. Not wanting to startle her, he made a little ticking noise with his tongue.

y/n didn't gasp at the sudden noise, instead she tensed, immediately recognizing the noise as Peter. She didn't get to turn around to see him because he slid into the tub behind her, he carefully ran the tips of his fingers across her back and up to her shoulders, "Pete~?" y/n breathed, not know what kind of reaction she's expecting but not enjoying his silence.

Peter hummed as he pressed his lips to her shoulder blades, leaving a soft trail of kisses on her largest scars before climbing upwards towards her neck, and y/n reacted by letting out a relieved sigh and dropping her head, giving him more access to distract her from her poisonous mind.

He slowly let his hand go back in the water and wrap them gently around her waist, pulling her closer, so close that there was absolutely no space in between their bodies. They were pressed flesh on flesh and he never stopped kissing her neck, rubbing her arm softly to help her relax and lean into his warmth a little more.

It was their unspoken bond, yes she had her secrets, her godawful and horrific secrets, but she loved him unconditionally. And Peter knew that if it were to ever come down to it, she'd never hesitate to choose him over anyone or anything else, and he knew he'd do the same because taking care of her when she's vulnerable because she doesn't know how to take of herself brought him a sense of peace he never would and never will be able to find it with anyone else.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled against the side of her throat, a hand still holding on to her waist tightly while the other gently rubbed her arm. y/n wanted to answer him but the words died at the tip of her tongue, she didn't know if it was the best idea to tell him, and she never wanted to burden him with her past and heavy baggage.

Sensing her hesitation, Peter softly bit at the skin where her shoulder and neck meet before flattening his tongue against the mark he left, easing the slight pain. A breathy moan left her, and sighed. He knew her too well.

"I'm just worried about Nat." was all she said, opening her eyes and staring straight ahead, "You know where agent Romanoff is?" Peter asked, surprise lacing his tone, but he never let his lips leave her skin, too consumed by her warmth to let her go.

"only partly, I don't know where she is, I don't know how she is, she could be dead by now for all we know." the urgency of the situation was clear as day, and Peter buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he intertwined his hand with her own, squeezing it in reassurance.

"she'll be alright, it's Natasha we're talking about. She'll bring a whole kingdom to its knees if she has to." he wasn't exactly wrong, but the kingdom she's trying to take down has caused way too much emotional trauma for them. y/n wondered if Nat could ever fail a mission, and if this was it. It could be her very last mission.

Peter noticed how deep in thought she was, so he nuzzled his nose in her neck to get her attention, his golden curls bounced when he looked up at her, catching her looking at him adoringly with a hint of pain behind her irises. y/n reached up and ran her fingers through his locks, pushing them away from his face to see him clearly.

"you know exactly what she's doing don't you? Is that why you're so worried about her?" He asked, his voice barely above a murmur, only for her to hear. y/n couldn't do anything else but nod, her eyes not leaving his own, too afraid that if she looked away, he could see the terror behind her eyes, too afraid that he'd be able to see all the bad things she'd had to endure.

Gently, Peter let his hand wonder to her back, tracing some of her small scars. "does it have anything to do with this?" He asked, voice very soft, no hatred, no pity, just wonder and understanding. Tears immediately filled her y/e/c eyes and she nodded, against unable to look anywhere else but his eyes.

Peter smiled softly, looking more like a grimace than a smile, and he wrapped both his hands around her, pulling her impossibly close before leaving butterfly kisses on her shoulder, "do you think you'd ever be able to tell me about it?" He asked. He wasn't rushing her or urging her, he was just wondering.

And how could she say no to him when all he's ever done was be patient and never ask question about things she never wanted to talk about and love her through all of her fatal flaws? The answer is, she can't.

So she didn't. y/n leaned into his touch and let out a shaky breath, and with it everything tumbled out. From the very beginning, the start of a life she could barely remember, barely five years old, there was a cold house looking warm, a mother and father with thier faces blurred out, an older sister with nothing but her blue eyes glistening through the blur, crammed holidays with cold food and empty boxes under Christmas trees. She recalled a black belt stained with her and her sister's blood, a shining fancy shoe stomping on her toys, a rough fist curling in her hair, dragging her through the house. She recalled a cold, dark room, days of shivering and hunger and tears that never seem to end.

Then there was the flight, and everything changed. She recalled the other girls, the programs, the fights, the torture, the tests and the screams. All of it replayed like a broken record in her mind and came out of her in slurred words, and Peter listened closely, his arms tightening around her when visuals of everything stormed his mind, and he had to fight the urge to empty his stomach multiple times. For her, he kept reminding himself, hold it together for her.

"-and I don't want her to go back there because what if I never see her again? I never saw my sister after the test and I don't want to lose Nat. Not to him." y/n sobbed quietly and Peter kissed her temple. It was quiet for a moment, a moment for her to gather herself and for him to absorb everything that was laid on him moments ago.

"it's gonna be okay," he mumbled against her temple, "we can help her right?" he asked, watching as y/n turned to face him with hope lightening up her face. "Really?" He should've regretted even offering her the idea but he couldn't, not when she's willing to put her life on the line to save her sister─ biologically or not. "Yeah, I mean it shouldn't be too hard right? We just fly to Russia and take down── what was his name again?"

"Dreykov."

"Yeah, I'll web him up if I have to, but I'll let you ladies do the killing part." he winked at her and y/n giggled breathlessly before twisting to face him and throwing her arms around him. "you're so stupid Parker but I adore you."

Peter chuckled as y/n kissed him, sending the vibration through their bodies and y/n giggled causing Peter to hold her tightly and laugh loudly at how easily she got ticklish, "you're so mean!"

"and you're so cute!"

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