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death wish. || peter parker x felicia hardy

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Chapter II; Act I - New Beginning

In which Felicia adjusts to a public school setting.

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“Felicia, you’ll be late for school if you don’t hurry up!” Lydia Hardy’s voice echoed through her daughter’s large room.

Felicia spat out a clump of toothpaste into the sink. “I’ll be there in 5!” She brushed her unruly hair down while she washed out her mouth. She hadn’t gone to a public school in around four years, and she had forgotten that she actually had to go to school and not just start it whenever she wanted. Years ago, her father started homeschooling her in order to give her a more advanced education than the one she was getting from her old school.

That was a long time ago.

“Do you have everything, Fel? Textbooks, pencils, laptop-“

“I’m gonna be fine, ma. I’ve done this four years ago, how different could it be?” Her boots clicked against the marble stairs in the center of the manor, echoing through the large hall. She checked her watch and kissed her mom on the cheek. “Gotta go. By, ma.”

She strutted out the large double doors and to the large parking lot, where there was a row of cars and a helicopter, used by her father for business purposes. Now that he’s gone, the 14-year-old had the power to use it whenever she wanted. Her driver was standing in the sun, waiting for her. “Hey, Andy. Listen, I need to be at school in 10, do you think we can get there by then?”

They shook their head. “I don’t think so, ma’am, traffic flow in midtown isn’t great today.”

Fel beamed, innocently sighing. “Well, I guess we have no choice but to use the helicopter then..”

Felicia Hardy has always had a thing for dramatic entrances, just as her father had. So when she told Andy that they were taking the helicopter they didn’t even bother to argue. There was no convincing the young lady after she had made a decision.

Andy handed her the noise-canceling headset and she tied her long hair into a bun so that it wouldn’t blow in the wind. She made sure that she was buckled down properly, and Andy switched on her favorite radio channel to her headset.

Loose strands of hair flew across her face as the cool air entered the helicopter. The view of Queens from above was one she was used to seeing.

“Miss Hardy, where will we be landing?”

The young lady looked down and pointed to the large parking lot beside the school. “I’m sure they won’t mind if we take up a few slots, right?”

The helicopter landed, taking up five parking slots. “Thanks for the lift, Andy.” Felicia grinned, handing them the headset. “Have a good first day of school, miss.”

Ignoring the people staring, she saluted to them as a goodbye as the helicopter hovered in the air, before turning around and flying into the distance.

Felicia entered the school, and everyone was already on their way to class. She felt like she was swimming upstream against the other students as she desperately tried to get to her locker. Fuck it, I’ll just bring my backpack around and use that gravity thing that one of the guild members got me for Christmas. She read off of the small schedule she was given and headed to homeroom.

By the time she got to her classroom, the teacher had already started on his announcements. “Oh, here’s the new student I was talking about. Why were you late, Miss Hardy?”

“Air traffic, you know how that goes. Almost hit CNN on the way here.” She sighed, sitting in the backmost seat of the room.

The teacher stared at Felicia for a moment, then went back to announcements.

Felicia tuned him out, scribbling on the margins of her notebook. She noticed that a guy she saw in the hall was sitting in the row in front of her, sneaking glances at her every so often. There was something familiar about his brown eyes and curly hair…

“Alright, class dismissed!”

The bell rang, and everyone shuffled out of their seats. While packing up, she was approached by a girl with unruly dark hair. “Peter kept staring at you so I assumed you’d be cool. As annoying as he is, he has great taste in women.”

Peter. Was it-

She smiled at her and shook her hand. “My name’s Felicia.”

“Jones. Michelle. My friends call me MJ.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, MJ. What do you have first?”

“Trig.” She groaned. “Great way to start off the day. You?”

“Uh, same. Eurgh, I hate math.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be like, a child genius or something?”

“Look, I may be smart but that doesn’t mean I enjoy it.” Felicia quipped.

MJ gave her a ‘smile’ (the corners of her mouth tugging up ever so slightly) and led Felicia out of the classroom, and to their first subject.

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Felicia couldn’t help but wonder if the ‘Peter’ that MJ was talking about was her one. The one who she never had a chance to say goodbye.

Lunch came along, so after they got their food MJ led Felicia through the filled cafeteria. “I don’t really sit with anyone in particular so I just take any seat that’s available.”

Felicia nodded in reply. They navigated to the corner of the cafeteria where two boys were sitting. MJ nodded at them as a way to say ‘hi.’ Of course. It was Peter Parker. The boy she’d been trying to avoid as much as possible for the past few years.

“Guys, this is Felicia. From homeroom.”

“Yeah, we know.” Ned smiled. “Hey, Felicia!”

She smiled and took a seat beside a flustered Peter. “Yeah, what’s your name?”

Their smiles fade slightly, and Felicia bursts out laughing. “C’mon, did you really think I forgot about you guys? Just because my schooling got ‘fancy’ doesn’t mean I’m any different, honestly.” Well, that was a fucking lie. She was way different now, ever since the incident.

“O-oh.” Ned immediately laughed along with her, but Peter, oh, Peter wanted to scream

no! You ARE different like what the hell you used to dress like a princess and now you look like a My Chemical Romance poster and oh my god why are you kinda hot now-

“Wait, you guys know her?” MJ flipped open her book and stabbed her carrot with her fork.

Felicia suppressed a laugh. “Yeah, we used to be your classic trio: two boys who like running messing shit up and one girl who’s actually smart-“

Peter punched her arm. “Hey! We’re smart!”

Felicia snorted in reply. “Yeah, sure.”

Ned continued to catch her up on everything that had been happening when she was gone, and Peter just nodded along to everything he was saying.

“What about you, Felicia? What’s been happening with you, we haven’t seen you in years!”

She pondered for a moment, carefully constructing what she was gonna say in her head so that she didn’t give anything away. “Nothing much, really. I learned a couple of languages, mastered a few martial arts, yadda yadda. Mom set up a couple of charity galas over the years that I had to attend but other than that, not much.”

MJ spat out a bit of water. “E-excuse me, you learned a couple of languages?!”

“Yeah, Spanish, German, French, the works.” She shrugged nonchalantly. Her friends’ jaws were hanging. “Is Flash Thompson still a little shit?”

Peter groaned. “Yes, very much. He gave me the title of ‘Penis Parker’ last year.”

“Sounds like him,” she cringed, picking at her food. “Heard Harry Osborn studies here. How is he?”

“How are we supposed to know?” Ned laughed. “He’s a senior, none of us talk to him.”

“Good. Don’t. He’s an ass.” Felicia rolled her eyes, earning another shocked look from her friends.

“You’ve- you’ve talked to Harry Osborn?!” Peter looked at her, bewildered.

Felicia nodded. “Yeah, he’s been to a couple of the galas. Tried to get up my skirt more than once. As I said, he’s an ass.”

“He brought home another girl last week. A blonde with green eyes and a bad nose job” MJ butted in, her voice as monotone as ever. When she noticed that everyone at the table was staring at her, she shrugged in defense. “What? I’m observant.”

“That doesn’t make it any less creepy, MJ,” Ned replied, scrunching his nose up.

She raised her middle finger at him and continued to read her novel.

The rest of the lunch period was spent by Ned and Peter trying to explain how school works nowadays, and that she was, in fact, not allowed to bring her switchblade to school as protection.

Felicia breezed through Social Studies, Statistics, and Biology with ease, and during the end of school, she slipped out of the school unnoticed by her friends. Going to in-person school frustrated her a lot since she could no longer interact with her sector whenever she wanted, so she had to make it up by setting a fixed time for her to communicate with them. Once she arrived at the back of the school, she turned on her communicator.

“Cat. You’re late.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “At least I am here. Send me the brief.”

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death wish. || peter parker x felicia hardy

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Chapter 1; Act 1 - A Silver-Haired Girl

In which we learn who Felicia Hardy was to Peter.

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2005, Midtown Public Kindergarten

“Look, it’s that guy who lost his parents!” Little Eugene Thompson and his friends snickered, pointing at Peter. Peter’s parents had just died, and he spent most of the time reading a corner or talking about Star Wars with another kid in the class named Ned.

But the only other person he was interested in was the one everyone else was scared of:

Felicia Hardy.

The little girl who was always taken to school in fancy cars by big men in suits. The little girl who wore puffy, pastel-colored dresses to school every day. The little girl who everyone thought was a spoiled brat.

But she wasn’t as mean as everyone thought she was.

“Hey, Peter!” He turned around and his cheeks tinted pink seeing Felicia Hardy running towards him. “Peter, my daddy told me about your parents, and I’m very really sorry about it. Granny and grandpa went to heaven last week too, so I sort-of kinda know how you feel.”

All Peter could do was nod and smile.

“Also, I saw you and your friend playing with Star Wars figurines so I asked my daddy to buy you a gift!” She handed him a small gift bag. Peter opened it and inside was a brand-new Lobot figurine that he’s been wanting to have for months.

“Woah, thanks, Felicia!” He pulled it out of the bag and examined it. “You didn’t have to do this!”

She smiled sheepishly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

The honking from a large black car distracted the two, and Felicia turned to see one of her father’s men tapping his watch.

“Sowwy Peter, I got’s to go.” She hugged him and ran towards the car, leaving Peter blushing.

“Hey, Parker!” Flash yelled, his high-pitched voice destroying everyone’s eardrums. “Where’d you get that shirt? From a dumpster?” He and his stupid friends started laughing.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “No! My dad got this for me before he went on his business trip!”

“Well, it must’ve been a ‘sorry’ gift to say that he wasn’t gonna come back!” Tears spilled from Peter’s big brown eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

“Hey!” A familiar voice yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “At least Peter’s parents cared about him, unlike yours, who don’t even bother to go to parent career day!”

Flash’s cheeks turned bright red. He then let out a loud huff and strutted away, his friends following behind him.

Ned looked at the green-eyed girl in awe. “Woah, no one’s ever stood up against Flash before!”

“Eh, he’s nothing but a boy with anger issues.” She shrugged and took a seat beside the two of them. “What are you playing?”

“We’re assembling a Lego Millenium Falcon!” Ned clicked a small lego onto the base of the piece.

“Ooh, is that from Star Wars? I don’t really know much about it, my daddy said it’s violent and I’m not allowed to watch it…”

“Really? Star Wars isn't super violent, there’s not much blood because the lightsabers’ flashes cat-erize the wound so there isn’t any blood.”

Felicia giggled. “Dude, I think it’s ‘cauterize,’ not ‘cat-erize...’”

“Oh. Well y’know what I mean.”

“Well, can I still help? My daddy makes what he calls ‘building models’ for his ‘enter-prizes’ and sometimes I help him put them together.”

Ned handed her the small chunky manual. “Sure! We can’t understand the manual properly, there are so many letters and numbers..”

Felicia smiled. Whenever she asked the other girls in class if they wanted to play house with her, they would whisper amongst themselves and swiftly shake their heads. Whenever she sat on a table at lunchtime everyone on it would scatter away, like she had a disease.

For her, it felt nice to be included in something for once.

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2011, Midtown Public Elementary School

“Hey, Pete, do you have the homework from English yesterday?” Felicia took a seat beside her best friend. Over the past weeks, her dad had been picking her up from school earlier because they had a lot of business trips, so she missed some of her classes.

“Yeah, it’s just a book report for the book we had to read last week.”

She nodded, the bell rang for homeroom and the teacher entered the classroom. “Alright everybody, settle down. Today, we’ll be having tryouts for the junior basketball team and the cheerleading squad…”

Felicia was mindlessly scribbling on her journal, tuning out the talking around her. Ever since she was a little girl she’s been drawing everywhere and anytime. Back at the Hardy Manor, Walter spoiled his daughter with all sorts of materials for her. She wanted to study Fine Arts at NYU, but she wasn’t exactly sure whether her dad wanted her to, or if he wanted her to lead his company after he died.

That day would be closer than she thought.

“Ms. Hardy? You still with us?”

She snapped her head up, nodding.

“Well, try and act like it.” The teacher snapped, as the bell rang and everyone filed out of the classroom.

Before she knew it, it was already lunch. Felicia was sitting with Peter and Ned when she saw the principal talking to her father through the cafeteria door window.

“Uh, guys?” She put down her fork and slung her purse over her pastel purple dress. “I’ll be right back, I think I left something in the classroom.”

They nodded, oblivious to what Felicia was seeing. She pushed open the door quietly and hid behind a corner, so she could hear what they were talking about.

“... and I already told you, Mr. Hardy, the school is perfectly secure.”

“Fine. Then I will have no choice but to withdraw my daughter and all my donations from your school.”

Withdraw her? What the hell did that mean?

She heard the sound of footsteps fade away, so she retreated to the cafeteria to finish her lunch in silence. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she overheard. Why did her father doubt the school’s security?

“Licia, did you get your stuff?”

She snapped out of her daze and nodded quickly, giving him a thumbs-up. Peter shrugged and continued to talk to Ned.

The next class was Maths, and as per usual, Felicia wasn’t paying that much attention. A knock at the classroom door snapped her out of her daze. A young woman with a clipboard entered the classroom and cleared her throat.

The teacher capped her marker and addressed the person. “Excuse me, can I help you?”

“I’m here for Ms. Felicia Hardy.”

Felicia looked up and saw her father’s secretary by the door. “What are you doing here???” she mouthed at her, confused.

“Get in the car in five” was the reply that she got, so she groaned as quietly as she could and slung her bag over her shoulder. Once they arrived at her locker Felicia shoved her stuff in her bag while whispering, “What are you doing here?! Dad didn’t tell me about any business trips!”

“There isn’t any.”

“Then why are you here!” She whips around angrily, her long hair almost hitting Jenny in the face.

“Because he wants you home.”

Felicia groaned. “Does this have anything to do with ‘the school not being safe enough for me’ or whatever? Because as you can clearly see I’m perfectly fine!”

Not paying any attention to her question, Jenny flipped through her clipboard. “Come along, your father wants to discuss something with you at the manor.”

Fel didn’t even bother arguing at this point. She just rolled her eyes and followed Jenny to the car, crossing her arms angrily.

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“Dad!” As soon as Felicia entered the manor she threw her bag on the floor and stomped to her father’s office. The little girl loved her father, but sometimes she didn’t like the ’special treatment’ he always gave her.

Entering his office, Felicia slammed the door behind her. “Dad, didn’t I tell you to tell me a few days before there’s any traveling we have to do?”

“No, no, there’s no business trips, there’s just something I want to talk about.”

She took a seat in front of her father’s desk and gave him a glare that could kill.

Walter Hardy sighed, not knowing a safe way to break the news to his daughter. “Licia, me and your mother decided it would be a good idea if we hired someone to homeschool you.”

“Wh- what?!” She screamed, sitting up straight in her seat. “Dad, I told you I hate all the ‘special treatment’ stuff you’ve been giving-“

“Felicia, this isn’t about that, okay? Look, there are some things you’re too young to know, but this will keep you safe.” He cut her off, and she immediately knew that something was wrong. He wanted to tell her, but explaining that he was a criminal overlord and that some rival crime families were going to kill his daughter because of some simple miscalculations didn’t seem wise.

“I know it sucks, and I know you hate this ‘special treatment,’ but you are special. You’re special to me.”

She huffed, her breath making a stray strand of her pale hair blow off her face. “Ugh, alright dad. I guess it’s okay.”

Her father smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Thank you, Fel. Plus, you’ll finally be able to learn the stuff that’s actually at your level, and continue your MMA and gymnastics, like you’ve been asking.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes, trying to look uninterested.

Little did she know, her father was right. The things she would get into in the future would make her regret ever wanting to be like him.

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2016, Midtown School of Science and Technology

Peter Parker walked through the halls, bumping into someone on his way to the locker every now and then.

“Hey, Peter, did you see that video of Spiderman catching those burglars?” Ned popped up behind him with wide eyes.

“U-uh, yeah, but I’m pretty sure it’s fake, anyway.”

“Are you sure? Because it really looked like he…” Ned droned on, while Peter fixed his things.

“Woah, Peter is that-“ Ned elbowed Peter so hard that it hurt, even with his super-strength. “Peter!”

“Ned, what the hell do you want-“ He whipped around, and his jaw dropped. Strolling through the halls was none other than Felicia Sara Hardy.

But she wasn’t their Felicia.

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(a/n: this chapter is literally so bad im sorry also im not american we dont have lockers here what do people do with them anyways? also here's the link to this series' taglist! https://forms.gle/9TwiQik9tGsKR5KNA)

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