Requested by ghostwriter3456: Y/N and Peter have been dating for six months, after Peter rescued her from HYDRA. Because Peter rescued her, Y/N is extremely protective over him. She starts at Midtown high school, and starts to see that whilst Peter is respected as an Avenger and Spider-Man, he's walked all over by people at school, including MJ and Flash. She gets increasingly angry about it throughout the day, but doesn't say anything until Peter is driving them back to his house and someone cuts him off. The person starts yelling at Peter, even though it wasn't his fault, and so Y/N loses it on the other driver.

*LMAO, not a trigger warning or relevant notice of ANY kind, but try saying THAT title ten times with speed lol ;)*

I swung my fist out, Peter dodging it with tease as he leant his body to the side. He did the same thing and punched his fist out, though I ducked underneath it and instead sent a jab into my boyfriend's side, making him groan and hunch over as he gripped his ribs.

"Nice shot, babe." He nodded as he straightened back up and clenched his fists again.

"I didn't hurt you too much, Pete?" I lightly teased.

"Please, angel." He scoffed, making me smirk and shake my head as I swung out again. But this time, Peter was too fast. Before I knew what was happening, Peter dropped to a crouch and swung his leg out towards me. I yelped out as it swiped my legs from underneath me, a groan leaving my lips as I collapsed onto the mats. Peter straddled me and pinned my wrists above my head, making me gulp as I looked up at him.

"You know, I'm not even mad about how this transpired." I shook my head, making him laugh and lean down to kiss me. Until six months ago, my life had been literal hell on earth. At the age of six, I had been captured and raised by HYDRA in order to make me into the perfect killer. On what I was told had been a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday, though, everything had changed. Spider-Man had rescued me. Peter had rescued me. The boy had brought me back to the Avengers' Tower for medical treatment and rehabilitation, and whilst I was extremely slow to come out of my shell with the rest of the team, I hadn't wanted to leave Peter's side since he had found me. Soon enough, those feelings developed into more, for both of us, and so we had now been dating since he had rescued me. And, well, I loved him. What I didn't love was that today would be my first day joining him at his school, Midtown high. Whilst I had lacked the normal education that I would need for the world, Tony had figured that even just half a year at the school would help both my academic and social skills. And so, that would be where I went today.

"As much as I'm sure that what you're doing right now would be favourable, you two need to start getting ready for school." Tony's voice sounded over the intercom, making Peter groan as he broke the kiss.

"Yes, Mr Stark." Peter sighed as he climbed off of me before taking my hand and pulling me up too.

"Do I have to go with you? Why can't I stay with Nat and Wanda like I've done for the last six months?" I groaned.

"Because Mr Stark is right, baby. I love you, I do, but you've had zero traditional education, not to mention the chance to develop standard social skills. You need that kind of stuff in the real world. Even if it's just half a year's worth." He shrugged, making me sigh as he intertwined our fingers, and we started to head out of the training room.

"Okay, fine, but promise me that I'll be allowed to stay by your side today?" I asked hopefully as we wandered along to our rooms that were opposite the hallway from each other. Peter sighed and gave me a small smile as he curled his arms around my waist.

"Of course, angel, I won't leave you for a second. I'll be assigned to be your student guide anyway, so you'll be in my classes, and of course, you'll sit with me, MJ and Ned at lunch. I promise that you'll stick with me, and will be okay." He reassured with a nod. I returned the sigh and nod as I timidly looked at him.

"Okay." I spoke quietly.

"Okay, babe. I'll see you in the living room in half an hour." He nodded before leaning down and pecking my lips. I gave him one last small smile, the kind boy returning it as we went into our respective rooms and shut the doors behind us.

I gripped Peter's hand tightly in mine, our fingers interlocked as we walked into the already buzzing school. I gulped and looked around, my other hand moving to grip Peter's bicep for extra security as we wandered in. I may have been a clinically trained killer, but high school was a whole other challenge that I'd never expected to have to face. And so, I already felt vastly unprepared for this day. Peter looked down at me as we walked through the bustling crowds.

"You okay, angel? You look terrified." He mumbled. I shook my head and forced a smile onto my lips as I looked up at him.

"I-I'm fine." I lied through my teeth. He sighed and nodded as his eyes flicked over my face, my boyfriend obviously not believing me, but choosing to leave it anyway as we seemingly walked through to our first class. Peter let go of my hand but instead placed his on my lower back in order to lead me to the desk at the front of the class. I continued to look around timidly as I sat down, and Peter sat next to me.

"Hey, Penis Parker!" I heard someone yell from behind us, making my eyebrows furrow as I looked over my shoulder and in the direction of where the voice had come from. Seconds later, Peter's head flinched, making him also look behind us.

"What the fuck, Flash?" He scoffed as he reached his hand to the back of his hair to pull out the spit ball that this 'Flash' asshole had just hit him with.

"Who's the girl? She can't be your girlfriend, she's way too out of your league to be dating you." The boy smirked before winking at me. My eyes widened.

"Excuse me, dickhead-."

"Baby, don't." Peter mumbled as his hand on my arm stopped me from standing up before turning me to face the front again.

"Peter, you can't just-."

"Babe, seriously, please. He's not worth it, he never is." He scoffed and shook his head as he looked at me. I sighed and closed my mouth, making Peter give me a small and thankful smile as he rested his hand on my thigh. He looked up again, a smile curling properly onto his lips as a girl with frizzy hair, and a shorter boy walked in.

"What's up, loser?" The girl smirked as they got to our desk.

"Hey, you guys okay?" Peter chuckled, my eyes watching in confusion as he and the boy did some kind of handshake. Peter looked at me.

"Babe, these are my best friends, MJ and Ned. Guys, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N." He smiled proudly as he once again rested his hand on the small of my back.

"It's nice to meet you guys." I chuckled.

"It's nice to meet you too, Peter has told us so much about you." Ned smiled. I returned it and looked at Peter.

"Has he now?" I teased.

"Oh, totally, he's fully in love with you. Sorry to change the topic, but do you have five bucks for lunch, Pete? I forgot mine at home." MJ shrugged. Peter's eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, yeah, but it was going to be for my lunch-."

"Please, dude, come on." She scoffed. My boyfriend sighed and reached his hand into his pocket, making my eyes widen as he dug his wallet out. I had to say that I was so far shocked with what I'd seen of Peter so far this morning. The Peter that I was used to was fearless, was very respected and considered highly among the team. But this Peter was timid, and was used to being bullied by that 'Flash' asshole before having his lunch money taken five minutes later by one of his best friends. I desperately wanted to say something, everything making me more mad by the second, but for now, I'd bite my lip. Peter had made it clear when I had tried to confront Flash that he didn't want that. And so, I'd try...to restrain myself. Though, right now, I couldn't make any promises.

Peter and I sat in his car, one hand on my thigh and the other on his steering wheel as he drove us back to the Tower.

"So, angel, how did you find your first day at a real high school?" Peter smiled as he looked briefly at me before looking back at the road. I sighed and turned my head to look at him.

"Y-yeah. It was good." I lied with a nod. In reality, I was furious. All day, I had watched Peter being walked all over by everyone, from his best friend, to his bully, to random fucking kids in the hallways of the school. Not once had Peter stood up for himself or tried to fight back against anything that was done to him. I knew that I was wrong to be mad at him, but I couldn't help it. The 'Avenger' Peter that I knew was fearless, respected, thought of so fucking highly by myself and our teammates. So to see the opposite today, where he'd literally let MJ take his last five dollars, was heartbreaking and upsetting.

"I'm glad, baby! You know, high school really isn't that bad once you get used to it-WOAH!" Peter yelled. I gasped loudly, Peter forced to slam down on the brakes as another car swerved out in front of him.

"Fucking asshole, he didn't even stop to look!" I exclaimed as the car stopped in front of us, and the driver got out.

"It's whatever, let's just get out of here." Peter sighed as he changed the gear into reverse before looking over his shoulder to try and reverse. But it was too late.

"Hey, dickhead." The other driver's angry and muffled voice sounded as he hammered his fist against Peter's closed window. My boyfriend faced the right way again and rolled down his window.

"Look, man, I don't want any trouble-."

"Then you shouldn't have been driving like that, asshole." The man spat in return. My eyes widened, more anger filling me by the second at this man's words. After all, it had clearly been his fault for the near crash, not Peter's. But what was making me even angrier was the fact that Peter was just taking it.

"I'm sorry, dude, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get my girlfriend and I home, I'm sorry." Peter sighed and shook his head as he tried, but failed, to calm the angry driver down.

"Oh, and you don't think that I have anywhere to be?! Fucking step out, pretty boy, let's settle this like men." He snapped. Both mine and Peter's eyes widened even further.

"That's not necessarily, seriously, I've said that I'm sorry, man-."

"I don't give a fuck, asswipe-."

"Okay, that's it." I scoffed, making Peter turn his head to look at me as I unclipped my seat-belt and opened the door. His eyes widened.

"Babe, what are you doing-."

"Look, asshole, my boyfriend apologised several times, even though that was your fault, because you were driving like a fucking dumbass. So, either go on your merry fucking way and let us do the same, or end up with a fist in your mouth." I snapped. The gross man smirked and nodded as his eyes flicked up and down my figure.

"Yeah? What's a little bitch like you going to do, huh?" He smirked as he moved closer to me so that his looming figure was towering over me. As if that would fucking scare me.

"How about we find out?" I nodded, my entire vision going red just like it used to do when I was with HYDRA as I clenched my fists so harshly that my fingernails threatened to break the skin of my palm. But before things got further, I was stopped. I yelped out, my eyes widening as Peter grabbed my bicep and dragged me back around to my side of the car.

"Peter-."

"We're going home, there's no point in fighting this asshole." He mumbled quietly, making me scoff as he shoved me into the car before slamming the door behind me. I shook my head and slumped down into my seat, my arms crossing over my chest as I desperately tried to contain how angry I was. Not just at Flash for how he'd treated Peter, not at MJ or the asshole who'd just cut Peter off. But at Peter. At the love of my life. We stayed silent as Peter climbed back into the driver's side, my tongue in my cheek as he restarted the car, and we drove off in silence.

Peter and I sat in the side street, both of us in his turned-off car as we just stewed in our own silence. I clenched my jaw, my heart racing in my chest with how fucking furious I was. But, it looked like the pair of us were finally about to have it out with each other.

"What was that about, babe? I haven't seen you so close to reverting back to your training since I rescued you." Peter broke the silence with a quiet mumble. I scoffed and shook my head as I looked out of my window, and away from him.

"It was about nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"Fine, I won't." I spat, making his eyes widen as I turned my body in the seat to face him again.

"All day, I've watched you let everyone and their fucking dog walk all over you. First, it was that dickhead, Flash, saying that I was out of your league and getting that gross spit ball in your hair. Then it was MJ, who's supposed to be your friend, literally stealing money from you. Then it was all of the kids, pushing you in the hallways, or yelling names at you. THEN it was that guy, the guy who was blatantly to blame for us nearly crashing, and yet you sat back and took his abuse, and even apologised for a near accident that wasn't even your fault! I love you, Peter, I do, which is why I'm so mad at you right now for letting everyone just walk all over you! Back at the Tower, you are so respected by the team, they think that you can do no fucking wrong, and they're right! The TEAM is right about you, you deserve to be respected and thought highly of! And I get that you have a reputation out of the suit of being this quiet, shy, nerdy boy, I get that, but that shouldn't stop you from standing up for yourself! Please, Peter, I love you too much to keep seeing that, so PLEASE stand up for yourself!" I yelled. Peter clenched his jaw and looked at me, making me gulp and my eyes waver as I immediately regretted how harsh I'd just been. I sighed and looked down. I didn't regret what I'd just said, after all, it was what he needed to hear. But I did regret yelling, did regret choosing to include his best friend in the call-out of people.

"I'm sorry-."

"Don't be. You're right." He returned softly. My eyes widened slightly and I looked back up at him.

"What?" I scoffed quietly. He sighed and gave me a small smile.

"I know that I'm a pushover, angel. I know that I let everyone walk over me, and it's not like I enjoy letting that happen. But it's just the way that I've always been, and that's always been somewhat damaging. Spider-Man is a fighter, but I'm not. I don't just have the courage to answer back to Flash, or to say no to giving MJ my lunch money, not like I have the courage with Spider-Man. But, yeah, you're right. All day, I've been walked over by other people, and I can understand why it made you angry and upset." He nodded. I sighed and returned his small smile as I raised my hand to gently cup his cheek.

"It only makes me so angry and upset because I love you, Pete, and you deserve so much more appreciation and respect than what those people give you. You deserve to stand up for yourself, Peter. You deserve that respect." I spoke. He nodded again and cupped my hand with his.

"I know that I do, baby. So, I'll try. From now on, I'll truly try to have more courage to stand up for myself. No more letting Flash talk to me like shit, no more spit balls in my hair, no more giving MJ my lunch money, or letting drivers yell at me for them cutting me off. I'll start standing up for myself, angel, I promise." he nodded.

"Good, Pete. You owe yourself that." I replied before leaning in and kissing him. He returned it, our eyes fluttering shut and his hand holding my waist as we enjoyed the intimate moment. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"I love you, baby." He spoke softly. I smiled and bit my lip, my stomach still somehow always filling with butterflies even after six months of being with Peter.

"I love you too, Pete. Now, come on, I want a Delmar's sandwich." I sighed, making Peter laugh and nod as I sat back properly in my seat, and he started the engine.

"Now that, I can do." He nodded, making me smirk and bite my lip at him as we started to drive.