Peter's P.O.V

Peter soared through the air, Y/N's hands still tied around his neck and his arm still under her legs as he shot webs at the buildings, slowly but surely getting him to the Avengers' building. He landed against the wall by Y/N's window before slowly sliding it open. He crawled in, grunting slightly as he tried to carefully get the still unconscious Y/N into her room without alerting her dad, or any of the other Avengers. He gently placed her down onto her bed before unhooking her hands from his neck. He looked around.

"Scissors, scissors." He mumbled, looking for something to cut Y/N free with.

"Karen, does this suit have anything that I could use to cut the rope?" he asked.

"You have a laser, just below your web shooter." She informed, making his eyes widen slightly.

"That's so cool. But is there any chance that it could hurt Y/N?" he asked.

"It stops if it comes into contact with human skin." She informed. Peter sighed and nodded before aiming his wrist at the rope.

"Karen, fire the laser." He demanded. Suddenly, a laser shot out of his wrist.

"Woah." He gulped as he jumped back slightly, though trying to be keep steady so that he wouldn't hurt Y/N. The rope soon fell from Y/N's hands, making her arms fall to her sides as Peter cut the rope around her ankles. He turned the laser off before looking at Y/N and sighing. He crouched down beside her, admiring how beautiful his girlfriend looked when she was asleep. He rested his hand against her cheek and gently moved his thumb against the skin.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." he whispered, a tear leaving his eye as he looked at her. Suddenly, the door burst open, allowing Tony, Steve and Natasha to rush in, all in their full suits. Peter's eyes widened as Tony's cannon was pointed straight at him.

"Woah, it's me, it's me!" Peter exclaimed, holding his hands up. Tony groaned as he disarmed his cannon and his mask disappeared into the suit.

"Since when is it a good idea to sneak into the bedroom of Iron Man's daughter, especially when she lives in the place that holds the most paranoid people on Earth?" Tony scoffed.

"Tony, I think we should focus on Y/N." Natasha mumbled as she rushed to Y/N and felt for her pulse.

"Yeah, it was Mysterio who took her, and he injected her with something, and he-he said that she'd be dead before I could get her out of there." Peter choked, sniffing slightly. Tony's eyes widened.

"She's got a pulse, so I don't know how credible that threat was, but I'm still going to get her to a doctor. Steve, help." Natasha demanded. Steve nodded before leaning down and picking Y/N up bridal style before carrying her out of the room.

"Natasha, go with him, I need to deal with the kid." Tony sighed.

"Stop calling me that, I just single-handedly saved Y/N." he scoffed, making both Tony and Natasha look at him.

"You tell him, Pete." Natasha chuckled before leaving. Tony sighed before looking at Peter.

"You're right, you did just single-handedly save her. So, why are you so upset? She's safe, isn't she?" he asked. Peter gulped and looked down.

"She saw me." He mumbled.

"What-."

"She saw me, Mr Stark. I overshot, and that allowed Mysterio to grab my mask and pull it off. She saw my face, she knows now." He choked, a tear leaving his eye. Tony sighed and looked at the boy sympathetically.

"I wouldn't worry too much, she's super drugged up, so she'll probably think that seeing you was a hallucination or something-."

"And what if she doesn't?" Peter cut him off. Tony sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We'll cross that bridge if we get to it. You said that it was Mysterio that took her. How's that possible? I thought that Fury locked him up and threw away the key after you took him down and he tried to expose you last year?" Tony asked. Peter nodded.

"I don't know how he got out. But he's back, and he knows who I am, so he's going after her. He first showed up again on our school trip to New York National Park, and threw a car at Y/N. Now, he's done this. He's coming for me, Mr Stark." He nodded, a tear rolling down his face.

"Fantastic. Anything else you need to tell me?" Tony asked. Peter gulped.

"He was wearing your suit." He admitted. Tony's eyes widened.

"What?" he scoffed.

"He was wearing your prototype suit that was taken from your compound. And by the looks of it, he knows how to use it." Peter spoke. Tony put his hands to his hair.

"But, why would he need my suit? Why me?" he asked.

"Mr Stark, since I exposed him, he can now only have limited reliance on his illusions. A suit is the next best thing." Peter shrugged, tears still staining his face. Tony sighed and looked at him.

"Go home, kid, I'm sure your aunt May is worried sick about you." He nodded. Peter sighed and returned it before wiping his eyes and heading towards the window.

"Peter." Tony spoke suddenly. He looked over his shoulder at the man, making him sigh.

"Thank you." He nodded. Peter returned it and gave him a half-hearted smile before jumping onto the windowsill and firing a web before flying off.

Peter's heart pounded against his chest as he soared above the streets of Queens, rushing to get home. He landed against his apartment building and rolled his window up before slipping in. He shut his window and rushed out of his room.

"May?! May!" he yelled out. May rushed out of the kitchen and her eyes widened.

"She saw me, May. She saw me, I really screwed up." He choked, tears rolling down his cheeks as he started to break down, sinking down the wall and to the floor.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, just calm down." She cooed as she rushed to him and sat next to him. He choked, lying down and resting his head on her lap as she ran her hands through his hazel locks.

"What happened, Peter? Talk to me." She spoke gently. He choked, tears running down his face.

"He's back, May, Mysterio's back, and he took Y/N. She got taken, and Tony called me to go get her. But when I did, Beck pulled my mask off and she saw me. She saw my face." He cried. May sighed.

"It'll be okay. This could be a good thing, I love you, hun, but you have been lying to your girlfriend for three months, almost a whole year if you count the time that you were just friends. Maybe it's better that your truth comes out." She nodded. He sighed and returned it, sniffing as he sat up.

"I, erm, I need to get ready for bed." He nodded, standing up on unsteady feet.

"Okay, honey. Maybe bring Y/N back after school tomorrow and talk to her. Properly." She spoke.

"I will, aunt May. Thank you." He replied. She gave him a small smile and gently squeezed his hand before letting him go. Peter sighed and headed back into his room, shutting the door behind him before sitting on his bed and letting the tears fall as he held his head in his hands.

Y/N's P.O.V

"You up, kid?" I slowly opened my eyes and groaned at my pounding head. I looked up and sighed as dad was at the bedroom door, his hand around the doorknob.

"What happened?" I mumbled. He sighed as he walked in and shut the door before sitting next to me on my bed.

"How much do you remember, kiddo?" he asked, putting his hand on my foot over the duvet. I sighed and shook my head as I sat up.

"I remember being taken, in the alleyway near Peter's apartment. Then, I was in a warehouse, drugged up, and Spiderman showed up. And then...I remember..." my eyebrows furrowed and I looked down as I tried to work out if what I saw had been real. Dad looked at me.

"You remember what, Y/N?" he asked. I looked at him.

"Peter." I admitted. Dad froze and he gulped.

"I have no idea how much of what I saw was real, but the guy, Mysterio, I think he was called, pulled Spiderman's mask off, and...I swear that it was Peter." I gulped, looking at him. He sighed and looked down.

"Dad, what aren't you telling me?" I asked. He looked at me.

"You need to have a conversation with Peter. You both have things that you need to tell each other, and frankly, I'm surprised that neither of your secrets haven't come out already. You've been friends for a year, and dating for three months, after all. It's time that you spoke to each other." He nodded as he stood up. My eyes widened.

"Are you suggesting that I tell Peter about my powers?" I scoffed.

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting." He nodded.

"But...what happened to "don't tell anyone", what happened to the idea that I couldn't trust anyone-."

"You know that you can trust Peter. Even if you didn't, I'm telling you that you can." He spoke. My eyebrows furrowed at my dad's words.

"Dad, how do you know?" I scoffed. He sighed.

"That'll come out when you talk to him. But, it'll have to be over text, because we're on lockdown." He admitted. My eyes widened and I scrambled out of bed.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Y/N, you got kidnapped and nearly killed last night, presumably because someone knows that you're my daughter. No one leaves this house, or comes into it until we're sure that the threat has been neutralised." He nodded.

"Dad, I know that your ego is loving the idea of me being kidnapped because of you, but Mysterio said that I was taken because of Spiderman. No one knows that you have a daughter, you've made damn sure of that." I scoffed, making his eyes widen.

"Do not talk to me like that, young lady." He shook his head.

"Or what? You'll ground me? You've already done that dad, so screw you." I nodded.

"That's it, if I so much as see a finger outside of your room today, I won't let you see Peter for a month, so help me god." He spat before storming out of my room and slamming the door. I scoffed and shook my head before quickly getting dressed and packing my school bag.

"FRIDAY, lock my door, and tell Happy that I need a ride to school. But don't tell my dad." I spoke as I pulled on my shoes.

"Why not?" she asked.

"The idiot asshole grounded me, didn't he?" I scoffed.

"He's only trying to protect you, Y/N." she sighed.

"No, FRIDAY. Peter protects me. Dad holds me back." I mumbled before climbing out of the window.

I walked into school, ignoring the shouts and mumbles from students as I made my way through the hallways. I looked up and smiled as I saw Peter stood at his locker, like most mornings. He shut his locker and turned towards me. He looked at me and his eyes widened. I bit my lip as he started to rush through the crowd towards me.

"Oh my god, what the hell happened, are you alright?" he gulped, making me smile as he tightly hugged me.

"I'm okay, I'm fine, the whole thing was just kind of weird." I shrugged. Peter sighed, looking around before taking my hand and pulling me to an empty classroom. He led us in before shutting the door and turning to me.

"So, what happened? I was really worried about you." He sighed, taking my hands in his. I shook my head.

"It was really weird. Some guy snatched me up in the alleyway and next thing I know, I'm in this warehouse. The guy was wearing my dad's stolen suit, and he was going on about how I was lying about something to do with Spiderman, and that someone was lying to me, but he didn't say who. The weirdest thing was that he pulled Spiderman's mask off when he came to rescue me, and I could have sworn that it was you." I spoke. Peter gulped harshly, his eyes slightly wide.

"That being said, I was so drugged up that I have no idea how much of what I saw was real. I'm pretty sure that seeing you there was a hallucination." I nodded.

"M-maybe. I'm just glad you're okay." He sighed as he pulled me into another hug.

"Me too, Peter. Can I come over after school? Dad said that we needed to have a conversation, and said something super cryptic about how he was surprised that our secrets hadn't come out by now." I spoke. Peter looked at me again.

"H-he said that?" Peter gulped.

"Yeah." I nodded. He sighed.

"I guess that we'd be having that conversation sooner or later. So, sure, you can come over." He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay, now you're the one being super cryptic, what do you mean we'd be having that conversation sooner or later?" I scoffed. Peter sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing, sweetheart. I meant nothing." He spoke before opening the door again and walking me back out into the hallway.