Y/N's P.O.V

I lay in bed, staring up at my ceiling as I thought. I chewed on my lip as I thought about Peter's words. I gulped, tears pricking my eyes as I replayed what he had said to me.

I can't guarantee your safety if you stay with me and I can't lose you like that.

I bit my lip, a tear rolling down my cheek.

I'm sorry, Y/N. You have a target on your back because of being with me.

I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to have Peter lying next to me right now.

I'm only trying to protect you.

My eyes shot open as I got an idea. I looked at my alarm clock. 10:15am. I shot up and out of bed, grabbing my sweater and pulling it on as I rushed down the stairs.

"Morning, kiddo." Natasha spoke from the living room.

"Hey!" I yelled, making her look at me as I rushed downstairs into the robotics lab.

"Hey, honey, how you feeling?" Wanda asked as she sat on the sofa whilst dad worked on his suit.

"I want to start lessons." I admitted. Wanda looked up from her book and dad looked up from his suit as I said that.

"You what?" dad scoffed.

"I want to start lessons, in order to control my powers." I nodded. Dad looked at Wanda, making her sigh as she stood up and walked to me.

"Honey, you nearly killed yourself the other night because you lost control, I'm just not sure that you're ready." She admitted.

"Wanda, that's exactly why I need help, from you. What if the next time that I lose control, I blow the building up, or accidentally kill someone? I can't stop my powers, so I may as well learn how to use them safely." I shrugged. Wanda sighed and looked at me.

"Not to mention that Peter said he couldn't protect me anymore, so if I can protect myself, maybe we could try again." I spoke, making dad groan and rub his hands over his face.

"There it is. There's the real reason she wants to learn how to use it. For a boy." Wanda spoke, the last bit coming out as a scoff.

"Y/N, if you're only wanting to learn how to harness your powers so that you can get Peter back, those are totally the wrong reasons, and so I won't let you do it." dad shrugged.

"That's not the main reason though, dad. Yes, getting him back would be a bonus, but my main, genuine reason is to be able to control it, so I'm not put in danger, and no one else is." I insisted. Dad sighed and looked at Wanda.

"Your call, Tony, she's not my daughter." Wanda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Dad looked at me.

"Fine. Fine, okay, but only because I didn't spend millions of dollars on this building just to have my teenage daughter blow it up." He chuckled, making me smile as I hugged him.

"Thank you, dad!" I squealed.

"Alright, alright, I'm happy for you, kid." he chuckled again, making me smile as he hugged me again.

"Okay, so, let's start with the basics." Wanda spoke as she walked outside, me following behind. I looked around, my boots crunching against the gravel as I looked at the massive piles of rubble and concrete that were yet to be cleared away from the construction of the Avengers' building. She looked at me.

"You need a new safe space." She stated.

"What? Why?" I scoffed.

"Peter broke up with you, honey, he's hardly a safe space anymore." She sighed. I looked down and returned her sigh, thinking.

"No. He's still what makes me calm when I'm getting anxious. The thought of him happy still makes me happy. He's still my home." I nodded, looking back at her. She sighed and returned it.

"Okay, have it your way. Now, lift this rock." She demanded, pointing to a piece of rubble on the ground that was so small that it could have been mistaken for a pebble.

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"No. Back in Romania, I started my training with lifting empty tin cans, and moving them half a centimetre. You'll start the same way." She nodded. I sighed before looking at the pebble. I stuck my hand out, palm open as I aimed it at the rock.

"Ah, ah, ah, first mistake, you are not your father, your hand is not a cannon. Our powers are delicate, so you need the finger movements to match that. Imagine you're a ballerina." She instructed. I sighed and rolled my eyes before twisting my arm so that the inside of my arm was facing upwards and I moved my fingers delicately. Nothing.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"This, I swear, Wanda, I'm thinking about nothing but this-."

"No, your second mistake. Your mind needs to be completely empty, only then can you harness your power." She scoffed.

"You're a really harsh teacher, you know." I mumbled.

"I'm harsh because I love you." She smiled. I chuckled and shook my head before closing my eyes and clearing my mind. I slowly raised my hand and subconsciously positioned my fingers. I furrowed my eyebrows as I concentrated as hard as I could, but still couldn't feel anything.

"Wanda, it's not working." I huffed.

"Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and gasped. I couldn't help but smile as laces of red energy radiated from my fingers and spread towards the piece of rubble, slowly lifting it into the air and making it hover. I laughed slightly, making the rubble float higher.

"Okay, you can drop it now, hun." Wanda spoke. I dropped my hand, making the rubble fall to the ground as I let out a breath.

"That was good, Y/N. You're a lot stronger than I was at your age. I'm impressed." She nodded.

"Thanks, but when do I start the real training?" I asked. Wanda looked at me.

"What?" she scoffed.

"You know, the simulations, the proper Avengers' training." I shrugged. Wanda looked at me and nodded.

"Okay." She spoke. My eyebrows furrowed as she seemed to start wandering aimlessly around the site.

"Wanda, what are you-." Suddenly she flicked her wrist, the red energy in her hand lifting a slab of concrete and hurling it towards me. My eyes widened as it hit me, knocking me down as it landed on top of me, but in smaller pieces due to it smashing on impact. I coughed and spluttered, rolling onto my front and propping myself up on my elbows as I inhaled the dust.

"What the hell?!" I coughed, slowly standing up and dusting myself off.

"That's how we train. We throw shit at each other and that's how we exercise our powers." She shrugged before hurling another one at me. It hit me again, making me fall to the ground.

"How am I meant to stop them from hitting me if I can't control my power?" I groaned, holding my side as I sat up.

"Do what I just told you to do. Concentrate. Feel it moving within you, that's how you control your power." She nodded, throwing another massive piece at me. It hit me like the other two had, making me cough as I hit the ground for the third time in about thirty seconds.

"This is getting really old." I mumbled to myself as I stood up and bent over, placing my hands on my knees.

"Concentrate then, Y/N." Wanda spoke as she hurled a fourth one at me. I took a deep breath, slowing my breathing and clearing my mind before quickly raising my hand. To my surprise, I never felt the impact of the fourth block. I peeled one eye open and then opened the other one as I saw the concrete suspended in the air only a foot away from me, trapped in the stream of my red energy.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this now." I smirked before quickly moving my hand. The action hurled the concrete into the field by the building, making Wanda nod in approval.

"That's what I'm talking about." She praised before looking at me. My smirk widened as I stood up fully.

"Let's go again."

Peter's P.O.V

Peter walked into school, his head down as he tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. He slumped along to his locker before opening it and stuffing everything in. He looked at the inside of the door and swallowed tears as it was covered with photos of him and Y/N. He bit his lip at the photo that he had taken on their first date, looking at the way that Y/N's lips were pressed against his cheek as he smiled. He sighed, shaking his head and slamming his locker door shut.

"Hey, Peter." He looked to the side and gave Ned and Michelle a small smile as they walked towards him.

"Hey." He mumbled. Ned and Michelle looked at each other.

"Why do you look like how I feel inside?" Michelle fake-pouted. Peter looked down.

"I broke up with Y/N on Saturday." He admitted. Their eyes widened and Michelle immediately dropped the pout.

"Oh, crap." Michelle mumbled.

"Dude, what did you do that for? You love her, don't you?" Ned scoffed.

"Who drops the "L" bomb after only three months?" Michelle muttered, making Peter sigh.

"Yes, Ned, I love her, but that's why I ended it. She wasn't safe being with me, especially since she now knows that I'm Spiderman, and since Mysterio is out to get me right now. The only way I could think of to keep her completely safe, was to break up with her." He choked, looking down. Ned sighed and rested a hand against Peter's shoulder.

"It's okay, dude. We're here for you." He reassured. Peter nodded and sighed.

"Come on, we have chemistry." He mumbled before starting to walk to class, Ned and Michelle following behind. The three of them walked into Mr Harrington's class and Peter sat down behind Ned and Michelle, sighing at the empty seat next to him.

"Alright, everyone, settle down, I need to take the register." Mr Harrington spoke as he walked in.

"Okay, Michelle Jones." He read out.

"Yup." Michelle nodded.

"Ned Leeds."

"Here, sir." Ned smiled.

"Y/N Miller." Mr Harrington read out. Peter's eyes wavered as he heard Y/N's false name and he looked down, only just registering that she wasn't in school today.

"Y/N?" Mr Harrington read out again, looking around the class.

"Peter, do you know where Y/N is?" he asked, looking at Peter.

"Um, no, sir, I don't, sorry." Peter spoke, looking back up.

"Don't you keep tabs on your girl, Penis Parker?" Flash smirked.

"Screw you, Flash, it's 2019, no girl needs a guy to keep tabs on her." Michelle scoffed.

"Actually, Flash, she's not my girlfriend anymore." Peter admitted quietly, resisting the urge to punch him as his smirk only widened.

"Damn, dickwad. I knew that you'd screw it up eventually." He nodded before turning back around to face the front of the class. Peter sighed and held his head in his hands, knowing that for once, Flash was right.