A/N: Hey guys! So we're about to get the reader's hero origin in this story! Yay! There's not going to be any Peter x reader stuff in this part but there will be some in the next, albeit a bit small. But I really hope you enjoy this origin story and there's going to be about two chapters about first one deals with how you got your powers and the next part which I will write tomorrow is about how you became a hero and goes back to the present with you and Michelle and Peter will make an appearance in the end of that part! Sorry about the long A/N but I just wanted to explain what the plan for these next two parts is. I hope you enjoy!
"You're the dragonfly..." Michelle repeats softly.
"No I'm not." You tried to lie, but whenever you were nervous your wings fluttered, drawing more attention to the fact you had wings.
"You're standing right in front of me with wings and you just flew in the window do you think I'm stupid?" Michelle exclaims and you rush over and try to quiet her.
"Keep your voice down I don't want happy to hear!" You whisper shout.
"He doesn't know does he?" She asks and you nod.
"No one does. Except for you now..." You admit and she sits down on your bed. "I'm guessing you have a lot of questions?"
"No I just found out my best friend has dragonfly wings, super strength and is a lot more badass with a sword than I thought, I'm totally fine." Michelle says sarcastically and goes to pick her book up off the ground.
"Come on MJ..." You sigh and sit down next to her. "I know when my best friend is mad at me."
"Are you even my best friend anymore?" She asks. "I mean you're so different from the girl I knew last year. Not only were you more confident, but you've gotten a lot prettier, and you've been too busy to hang out with me and I'm guessing it's because of this." She gestures to your suit and wings. "But your whole personality is different. You're not so shy and fragile, it's like you're not afraid of the world anymore. How did all of this happen?" You sighed.
"You want my origin story?" You ask her. She nods.
"Okay then." You tell her, and proceed to explain to her the story of how you became the girl you were today.
It started out as a normal day. You put on a turtleneck and jeans to go to school. Even though it was starting to get warm out you wanted to wear clothes that covered your body. You were extremely insecure about it. Not just for how it looked, but because of the bruises and scars that graced your skin as well from your father's drunken attacks on your person. You stayed close to Michelle in school and dared not get too close to anyone. She knew what your situation was like at home, and that it had been going on for some time now and that you should get help. But the thing is, getting help can be hard. Even though you were almost fifteen, you were still a kid. Neither of you knew what to do. After school you walked home with Michelle and stopped by her house which was on the way home from yours.
"See you tomorrow Y/N!" She calls to you.
"S-see you tomorrow MJ!" You call back softly and tense your shoulders and look nervously left and right, wondering if anyone heard you and was about to yell at you. After assuring you were safe you turned and continued to go on your way home alone.
You pushed your glasses up your face and tried to bury yourself in your turtleneck so that you couldn't see the world around you. But unfortunately on your way home you noticed something bad. There were some sketchy looking people and they seemed to notice you, and how scared you looked. As soon as they smiled in your direction you took off down a side road to your right and ran behind the buildings as fast as you could. You weren't even sure if these thugs were really thugs or not or if they were following you, you just wanted to get away from them as fast as you could. You didn't want to be too close to people, especially not strangers. You couldn't trust anyone. That was the lesson you had learned in life. No matter what, someone you're supposed to trust will ultimately end up hurting you.
You finally stopped running when you felt like you were about to fall over, and you did. Your jeans and turtleneck were making your body too hot. You were overheating. You had collapsed by a sidewalk by a river in what appeared to be some sort of suburban neighborhood. You took some deep breaths and slowly rolled your shirt up your torso, exposing your stomach and back to try to make your body feel colder and less suffocated and you put your hair up in a high pony tail to get your hair off of your neck. Then you started to cry.
"Why?" You sobbed and buried your face in your hands. "Why am I so scared of the world? Why can't I be brave like everyone else? Why am I so weak? I just want a family that won't hurt me, and be able to be a better friend to MJ to repay for being so kind to me. I just want to be accepted and loved is that too much to ask?" You look up and see a dragonfly hovering in flight above you like they normally do.
But there was something different about this one. It was hard to see in the sunlight, but it had a faint glow around it. It flew towards you, slowly as if it was offering you it's help. You reached your hand out to it, willing to accept it. You were desperate and delusional at this point. How on Earth could a dragonfly help you? But nevertheless you begged for it to help you.
"I wish I had wings like you. I could fly into the sky, so high up no one would ever find me. And quick as well, so they can't catch me and chain me down like I am now. I wish I was strong enough to break these bars on my cage. I want to believe that I'll do these things someday but without someone's help I never will. You're the only one that can help me. So if you can, just please..." You broke down crying again because it missed your hand and flew over your head.
It had abandoned you in your time of need. Just like everyone else in your life. You cried more. Then you felt something on your back. Before you had time to register what it was, you felt a sharp pinch like something bit you.
"Ouch!" You yelped and turned around to see what bit you, but it was just the dragonfly. "You bit me? Of course you did. Whenever I ask my dad for help on something all he does is hit me. So when I ask you for help all you do is bite me!" You scoff and pick yourself up, pulling your turtleneck back down and continue on your way home.
But along the way you felt dizzy. Something wasn't right. The pain in the back from your bite wasn't going away either. In fact, it felt like it was just getting worse. You dreaded the walk up your front steps, knowing that you were home late and that meant a beating from your father. With a shaky hand you opened the door and looked inside. It seemed like he wasn't home. Thank goodness. You just might get a break today. You smiled and walked towards the stairs to go to your room and hopefully sleep whatever this was off, then suddenly you were hit in the back of your head by your dad's fist. You fell forward and landed on the ground. Your head was spinning. You could barely make out the image of the room in front of you. The pain in your back was almost becoming unbearable and it felt like something was trying to come out. But oddly enough you didn't feel much pain from your father's blow.
"You were late!" He spat at you and you turned to look up at him. "Where have you been? And why is your hair up in a ponytail. You know you're not supposed to wear those." He asks and you didn't know what it was, but you felt a fire surge through you, like an anger you had always kept repressed was waking up. You pushed yourself up and turned to face him.
"I was being chased." You tell him. Your father's eyes widen. You never spoke back when he attacked you. But for some reason now you did. "I got lost and fell down. And a bug bit me and it really hurts. I think it might be making me sick. I'm wearing my hair up because I was suffocating and I needed to get it off of my neck." You groan and try to sit up.
"How dare you talk back to me!" He roars and his fist comes towards you but you grab it and hold it in place. He looks stunned and starts shaking.
Your eyes widened. You were barely even trying to hold him back. How had you suddenly become so strong? You started to stand up and looked him dead in the eye. You looked at the marble countertop that was next to you from the kitchen island. you gripped it and then tore a piece off like it was nothing. Your heart soared, had your wish been granted? Was this really happening? Your dad kicked you hard in the stomach and your landed on your already sensitive back. You groaned and cried.
"Your going to pay for that young lady!" He yells at you. "How dare you damage my property!"
"How dare you damage mine?" You growl at him. He laughs.
"What do you own?" He sneers. "You've got nothing, you're worth nothing! You're my property like everything else in this house so I can do what I want with you!"
You picked up your legs and pushed with them, jumping up and landing nimbly on the floor in front of your father. You needed to get your shirt off, it was starting to feel too tight and the thing on your back felt like it was growing.
"All you do is restrict me but not anymore!" You yell and tear your shirt in two, taking it off, leaving you topless except for your bra.
All of a sudden that pressure in your back felt relieved and your dad looked terrified and screamed and stumbled backwards towards the door. You looked to your side and noticed a clear, long wing rounded at the tip. Your heart started racing, you looked to your left and noticed another one.
"I have wings..." You breathe out shakily.
What was happening to you? Were you turning into a dragonfly? Would you sprout appendages and stuff too? Would you become a giant bug! You started panicking but then you calmed when you realized that the rest of you felt completely normal. You felt just like you always had. So whatever about you that had changed must have been all that was going to change. You relaxed a bit from that thought.
"You're a freak. I always knew you were!" Your father yelled at you. You turned sharply towards him, and gave your wings a few test flaps to see if you could move them. You could. "Why did I get stuck having a worthless daughter like you?"
"What do you mean by 'have'?" You ask and tilt your head, confused.
"Put your shirt back on! No one wants to see you you're disgusting!" Your father yells at you.
"I'm going to keep it off! In fact, I'm going to wear whatever the hell I want!" You yell at him.
He runs at you and tries to attack you but you scream and grab him and throw him over your shoulder. He groans as he hits the ground hard. He looks back up at you, terrified.
"You don't own me." You say softly, remembering an old song your mother used to like before she died. Your father realized what you were doing and roared and the two of you started fighting.
You fluttered your wings to see if you could fly up but instead flew forward surprisingly hit the wall on the other end of the house. You groaned and stood back up. You must be able to fly fast like a dragonfly. You remembered in science you had learned that dragonflies could fly at speeds up to 40 or 60 miles per hour. You must be able to do the same. You had broken a chair in your fall. You picked up the broken chair leg and swung it at your father as he ran towards you, it broke on his head and he fell to the ground. You gasped and looked down at him. He wasn't moving. Had you done it? Had you finally broken free?
Soon you emerged from your house and looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky. Time seemed like it had gone by so fast. You may have lost the last fifteen years of your life but now you had all the rest ahead of you. You tried fluttering your wings again and you let out a little shriek of happiness as you flew into the air, above the trees, above buildings, up so far that no one could bring you down. You looked down at the photo in your hands. It was a school picture of you, who you used to be. A girl who was scared and always wanted to hide. You frowned at it.
"I'm not going to be you anymore." You tell your old self and fly over a lake and with one last look at your old self you tore it and dropped it into the water below you. "She's so gone..." You say to yourself and fly away.
A/N: I got inspired by the songs Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling and She's So Gone by Naomi Scott for this part! Check them out if you can they're really great and describe the reader's situation in this part of your origin perfectly!