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lnr1625 · 5 years

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unexpectedly forward

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unexpectedly forward

Peter Parker lived a fairly tame life; he had his Aunt May, and his best friend Ned, and every other day he went out as Queens’ ‘Friendly Neighborhood’ Spiderman, suit courtesy of one Tony Stark.

But when Peter is suddenly thrust into a dilemma after meeting Harley Keener, he has to hide being Spiderman and his feelings from Harley while Mr. Stark seems to believe that Harley would be a bad influence on him, no matter how much he likes Harley; Peter is his kid.

Part I; Chapter I

Peter never really thought into dating or romance, all he really knew is that boys and girls were pretty. He’d told Ned and May and then pushed it into the back of his mind to focus on school, then Spiderman, then the Stark Internship. He’d never really listened when Aunt May told him that he’d be as flustered as people said they’d been when they liked someone.

Now he really wished he had listened.

It was Wednesday, one of Peter’s three internship days a week. His mind raced, flipping through his old tattered notebook looking for the different combinations for web fluid he wanted to show Mr. Stark, and thinking of a few ways to progress the nanotech when FRIDAY slowed the elevator to a stop.

Peter stepped out, toeing his shoes off as he moved toward the kitchen when he picked up on more than one voice. Frowning, Peter walked into the kitchen. He was met with a boy’s back, and Mr. Stark noticed him over the boy’s shoulder almost immediately and perked up, which caused the boy to turn and Peter froze. His mouth was suddenly dry and his hands sweaty.

The boy was really pretty. His hair was messy and he looked tired, but Peter could see he was happy. His blue eyes lit up when he saw Peter, like he recognized him and smiled.

Peter walked toward the pair, standing beside Mr. Stark, who wrapped his arm around his shoulders without hesitation. “Kid, meet other kid.” He said, looking between the two of them.

The boy held his hand out to Peter, smirking. “Harley, Harley Keener. Peter, right?”

oh.

Harley Keener had a very deep, southern drawl, and Peter didn’t know that was like, a thing for him but holy shit, it was. His ears burned as he took Harley’s hand. It was warm and calloused, and big. It seemed like everything about him was big. Harley was at least a head taller than Peter, and his broad shoulders and firm grip did not help Peter’s internal freak-out.

Avoiding keeping direct eye contact, he muttered “uh.. yeah. I’m Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.” He spit the last bit out in a rush, flushing even darker when Mr. Stark laughs. “Sorry kid, he’ll warm up to you.” He says, nudging Peter gently.

“Harley here helped me back during the whole Mandarin fiasco after they blew up my house.” He said nonchalantly, like his house getting blown up by terrorists is as normal as sitting down for movie night. Harley nodded, grinning. “Yeah, the old man was a mess!” He joked, and Peter couldn’t help but giggle as Mr. Stark shot him a look with no real heat behind it.

“Then a few yeas later he applied for a Stark Internship in Tennessee, but when I realized it was him I flew him up here.” Mr. Stark finished. “And here he is!” He clapped Peter’s back.

“And Petey-Pie here, well he’s a certified genius.” Mr. Stark turned to Harley. “He applied when he was fourteen, and made it! A few weeks later he’d impressed my good friend Brucie Bear down in the Chem Labs, and I couldn’t not make him my personal intern. Two years later and now he’s the leading designer and producer of Avengers tech!” Peter ducked his head, flushing under the praise, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “Thanks Mr. Stark.” He mumbled bashfully.

He glanced up at Harley who was staring at him. He looked impressed, and something else Peter couldn’t understand, but he didn’t want to think too much into it, so he didn’t.

Harley then yawned, and Peter remembered that he’d just flown from Tennessee to New York meaning he must be exhausted. “Go get some sleep kid, you can unpack and settle in tomorrow. Dinner’s around eight if you’re up by then.” Mr. Stark said, shooing Harley down the hall toward the bedrooms upstairs. “I’ll meet you down in the lab, Pete. I won’t be long.” He called over his shoulder as they stepped out of sight.

Peter let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in, and allowed himself to process the information he’d just been force fed. He decided to organize it in a list to help collect himself as he walked toward the lab.

Harley Keener helped Mr. Stark when he was a kid, and now he’s back to work with Stark Industries.

Harley Keener was insanely attractive, and because of this Peter can’t form coherent thoughts or sentences without sounding like a buffering YouTube video.

He, Peter Parker was going to be working alongside Harley Keener for an indefinite amount of time, which is bad because see the above statement.

He was fucked.

Peter carried himself to his table in the lab and pulled out his web shooters and notes before looking into creating stronger and more adhesive web formulas. He began scribbling in his notebook as Mr. Stark strolled into the lab with a cup of coffee and plopped himself down onto his stool. “So?” He asked expectantly.

“So what?” Peter said absentmindedly, pausing his writing to check his work before continuing.

“So, what do you think of Harley? You seemed a little stiff in there when we were talking to him, kid.” Mr. Stark said, sipping from his coffee.

Peter looked up. “He seems nice, definitely an engineer like you though, so a little rough around the edges but it’s alright.” He said, putting his pencil down.

“I’d really like it if you guys became friends, maybe then you would have someone else to hang out with besides me, your scary decathlon captain and Ted.” Mr. Stark said.

You’d like to be more than just friends with him though. Peter’s traitorous mind supplied for him causing his cheeks to heat up again, but he shook it away, he’d just met the guy like, twenty minutes ago. Damn May and her hopeless romantic novels. He thought again before speaking. “Yeah, he seems cool. I’ll try to get to know him.” He then followed it up with “And it’s Ned, Mr. Stark.”

Mr. Stark shrugged before turning back to his work table. “FRIDAY, play from the workshop playlist, at spider-baby volume.” He said, remembering Peter’s super hearing.

Peter huffed but smiled nonetheless. “It’s Spiderman. Mr. Stark.” He bit back playfully.

“You’ll be my spider-baby until May also stops calling you baby too.” Mr. Stark retorted, not turning toward him, but Peter his hear the smile in his voice, which made Peter happy, he knew having Harley back contributed to his good mood. Maybe having Harley around won’t be so bad, as long as Peter can control himself.

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Not Easy To Forget

Character: Bucky Barnes

Prompt: “If I don’t make it out of here, remember I love you”

Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: Bucky makes a friend while struggling to adjust to modern life, but after a while, he wants to be more.

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: This is for @hollandroos 15K, congratulations! Also, This isn't heavily edited so I'm incredibly sorry for the grammatical errors.

Bucky wanted to kick a wall when he couldn't find his tie on Saturday morning. He had made sure the night before that he laid his suit, the one Steve had made him get a few weeks back, out on the chair that lay opposite of his bed. The man double, triple checked that every part of the suit was laid out last night before he went to sleep. Yet here he was getting ready in the morning, but with no tie to complete his look. Today was important, he had more crucial things to be worried about than a disappearing tie. So after a look around his room once more, with still no results, he decided to just grab a tie from Steve.

Bucky made his way over to Steve's room knocking first to make sure Steve wasn't there. He quickly moved through the room, grabbing a black tie, right on top before looking in Steve's full body mirror and watched himself as he rather quickly did his tie, making the suit come together. Lucky the practice of tying a tie hasn't changed in the last 70 years and his metal arm had surprisingly nimble fingers. Once Bucky was done with his suit he took one look in the mirror giving himself a once over and flattening his jacket before looking to his face. His hair as tame as he could get it. But his eyes with deep bags under them, stubble still would have been present on his face had today not be enough motivation to do a clean shave. Bucky hadn’t been sleeping well recently, actually, he had not slept well since he had started trying to adjust to the modern world. As Bucky took one final look in the mirror, seemingly debating internally with himself before he headed out the door, locking it on his way out, thankful that his best friend wasn't home to ask him about his whereabouts. Bucky loved Steve with his whole heart, they were as close as family. But Bucky had been having a rather hard time adjusting to the modern world so fast, especially after everything he went through. There were so many changes to have to get used too, from technology to mannerisms and everything in between. Steve, was nothing but supportive through the whole thing, concerned for Bucky's wellbeing and mental state. This could get a little annoying, being treated like a broken toy, despite Steven well-meaning intentions. So sometimes Bucky would need to get away. Think on his own. Walking was always a good way to do that. So walking tended to be a regular thing for him. Multiple times a day, some days. Especially at the beginning. And walking is where he met her. Y/N. Bucky had met the girl only a couple months after Bucky had regained his memory and started living with Steve. At the time Bucky was not doing much else than just learning how to adjust, no boxing, no work, no travel. He had to go to a therapy session every week with a S.H.I.E.L.D therapist that got him nowhere. Early on in this process walks were constant. A handful every day to escape all the information that was being shoved on him so fast. Walks were a good way to take in nature. Something that hadn’t changed very much in the last 100 years, other than the fact there was just less of it in the world, which was an upsetting realization. However, there was still plenty to take in on the outside world as well as nature, Taller buildings, faster cars, New, more revealing clothes. He was never bored on his walks. Bucky had in deep thought about these things on the day he met Y/N and didn't seem to realize that his wallet fell out of his jacket pocket. Bucky assumed that she had seen it drop and, was a decent human being because she stopped him to give it back to him. “Excuse me, Sir, you dropped this” She called to him. Taking the soldier out of his thoughts and turn around to see where the voice was coming from. She came up to him and gave him back his wallet which he thanked her for doing. Bucky had assumed that was going to be the end of the conversation and so he turned to walk away. But he barely made a step before she had other ideas, and to this day Bucky was very glad she did. “Are you new here?” She asked, In a semi-quiet voice, as if she didn't mean for the words to come out. Bucky was surprised. With his intimidating demeanor, single friend, and lack of knowledge of the current world Bucky didn't exactly get the chance to work on his small talk. But here, was a woman, willing to talk to him, who knew nothing about him, a person wouldn't treat him like a bomb that's about to explode. Normal conversation was something Bucky desperately wanted for once. So after some internal debate eventually, he convinced himself that talking to this random girl might be good for him. “Yeah, you could say that” He shrugged. With a hollow laugh. He watched her face as a small smile of excitement grew. Making Bucky's chest well. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Suddenly he wanted to keep talking to her, he wanted to know what else would make her get excited. “I've lived here my whole life, so if you wanted I could show you some good spots to go when you wanna be alone… Unless that's creepy… then I'll just shut up and keep walking” she spoke going beat red in the face and rubbing the back of her neck. No longer making eye contact with the man. Bucky could tell that this girl didn't have a habit of talking to strangers and so he couldn't help but wonder, what about him made him approachable? But despite his question, he appreciated that she was also nervous to be talking and so he tried his best to calm her down. “That sounds like a pretty good deal to me. What would I owe you?” He asked with a small smirk, confidence growing in him as he remembered how back before the war he was rather good with girls. Her eyes lifted to meet his, the embarrassment that once filled them, started to go away and was instead replaced with shock and eagerness. “Just good conversation” She smiled at him. And that's how it started. Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, and from that day their relationship quickly grew. They met up a few days later and went on a rather long walk with her pointing out different landmarks, both famous ones and other ones that just meant something to her. She asked him questions and he would keep his answers vague, not wanting to unload his heavy baggage on her and scaring her away, as he enjoyed her company way more than he was willing to admit. In return, Bucky would ask her questions and she was usually much more detailed with her answers, oftentimes rambling too long, caught up in a memory or other, and then apologizing. But Bucky didn't mind when she talked, he liked that she was willing to talk because he was a rather quiet person, especially since his years of brainwash. Apparently, she enjoyed his company as well because when the walk was over she quickly blurted out that she'd like to do it again. And so for weeks every Saturday, they’d meet, walk, and talk. He found out that she works as a Chemistry teacher at Midtown School of Science and Technology. She has two older brothers and a younger sister. She loves watching movies and traveling with her family and friends. He found out more than he ever thought he would but never once was he bothered by her. After weeks of there Saturday walks, she asked him if he would want to go get lunch with her. It was at that lunch they exchanged numbers, Bucky kept it to himself that she was now the second number in the phone and probably going to be the only other number in the phone, ever, but he was okay with that.

Months of walks had ensued, only ever being canceled for rain, and if that was the case then the two would meet up for dinner or another indoor activity. He hadn't felt, what he was feeling for Y/N in seventy years, and it wasn't a feeling Bucky thought he was gonna ever be capable of feeling again. But here it was, the warm feeling in his chest every time she smiled. The smile that grew on his face out of pure joy every time she laughed. Wanting to be around her all the time. To protect her, despite the fact that she lived about the safest life that he had seen. The need to keep her happy. Seeing her only once a week grew to be hard. It didn't help that Bucky never told Steve about Y/N and so he couldn't talk about this amazing girl, his feelings toward her to anyone, and it was killer, however, he reminded himself that the reason he kept his relationship with the girl a secret because he wanted one singular part of his life to himself, he didn't want Steve to worry about a relationship that might not even last. Bucky assumed that Steve had his suspicions about why Bucky would leave and come back in a rather happier mood than when he left. But Bucky respected that Steve never dug too deep into it. Without realizing it, Y/N also did a great deal with helping Bucky adjust better to modern life, never making fun of him for not knowing something. He could listen to her for hours rant about some new science article she was reading, or a lab she had planned for her AP Chem class. Even if Bucky didn't really know what she was talking about he loved to hear the passion in her voice and would urge her to keep going even if she felt she was boring him. One week, he remembered, was bad. He was getting frustrated, with Steve but couldn't say anything because he knew Steve was just trying to help. So without being mean, he said he was going out. But as soon as he was out of the apartment he called up Y/N asking if they could meet up. Needing to talk to someone about trivial things. That was the first time he had been to her apartment and learned that she wasn’t the best cook, but she liked to bake. It wasn’t very long after that when Bucky thought he was going to lose her. When he grew up enough courage to tell her who he was. He had decided that he had strong feelings for the girl and didn’t want, whatever it is that they had to be ruined later by her running scared of him and his past. However, when he came clean, told her about himself. It was as if he hadn't just revealed one of the biggest secrets in the world to her. All Y/N did was shrug and claim that she ‘Kinda knew’. Which left Bucky almost dumbfounded. “Wait, what?” Has asked shocked that she had responded so casually. “Buck, you have a metal arm, that’s hard to miss if you think I didn't notice that at some point, despite your constant attempts to hide it, then you must think I'm dense. You keep Your answers rather short, you don't know a whole lot about how society works….” She smiled. Taking a pause and rubbing her hands together nervously, as if she wasn't sure if she had crossed a line or not as Bucky was not exactly the easiest person to read. But she couldn't seem to stop herself from finishing her thoughts.

“Plus, I saw your face a few months back in the Captain America exhibit in the Smithsonian, and your face isn't easy to forget” Bucky had wanted to be offended by her explanation, but he couldn't be. He had honestly more relieved that she wasn't attempting to leave or ‘ghost’ him (A term he had learned the previous week from Y/N) He should have realized that he couldn't hide the obvious stuff from her like his arm, or his museum presence. A small part of the back of his mind at the time was a little concerned that his story was in an exhibit, but that was a concern for a different day. At the moment he was more focused on Y/N. He looked at her curiously. He used to be a Russian assassin, who's killed more people than he even knew. He was brainwashed and a danger to society according to, well everyone, why wasn’t she running scared? Or did she not know about that specific part of him? “You’ve never said anything” He eventually came up with, not knowing where to take the conversation from there. “I figured you’d tell me when you're comfortable. I’m not one to need immediate answers, we all go through stuff, you, way more than most. I’m not gonna bring up stuff that you don’t want to talk about” She explained, looking at him straight in the eyes so he could see how serious she was. Her explanation put a smile on his face at how innocently sweet she was. He couldn't help but wonder if she was like this around everyone or just him? “You’re not terrified of me?” He asked. Smile dropping. “Terrified? What reason have you given me to be terrified?” She asked, seemingly genuinely confused at Bucky's questions “Everything I’ve done” he responded, tearing his eyes away from hers in embarrassment. Someone like him, should not be with her. She deserved better than a monster like him. “I don’t know that side of you Buck, I got to know you before I figured out your super side. And what I got to know was this kind, sweet and caring man. To me, that's what you are, nothing else, until you show me something else.” He didn’t think it was possible but everything he felt towards the women had grown tenfold. So on that days walk, for the first time, Bucky did most of the talking. Indulging into his life story. Skipping over the parts he didn’t want to talk about. Y/N not seeming to mind at all. He started off with his childhood. Basically anything pre-war. The good stuff. Many of it memories Bucky had stopped himself from thinking about since he got them back. She invited him over for dinner. And Buck continued talking into the late hours of the night. He talked until Y/N fell asleep on her couch. She was the first person that Buck told almost everything too. More than he told SHIELD, more than he told the other Avengers. The only person who knew as much as Y/N now was Steve. The two had had their friendship for 6 months when Bucky finally decided that he couldn’t ignore these feelings any longer. He was going to ask her on a date. An official date. They were on there Saturday walk and at the end is when he had built up the courage to ask her. “Hey, Y/N… I was wondering if you'd wanna go on a date...with me tomorrow night?” He asked. “A date? Haven't we been on dates?” She asked-head cocked to the side. “No, I mean an official date where I ask you, and pick you up while being fancily dressed and we go to dinner and then another activity” He tried again, still with confidence in his voice. “Why the formal asking?” She blushed, giving Bucky the sign that maybe she had similar feelings that he did. “Because I enjoy being around you. You’ve helped me in more than I could even fathom and over these six months, I've had feelings, that I never thought I was going to get to feel again. I’ve decided that I want to act on those feelings and for you and me to have a real relationship. And I don’t know how these things have changed in the last 70 years but usually, a date is the first step in that direction” He rambled, trying to sum up all the reasons he wanted to date her, call her his girlfriend. There was a single beat of silence, enough to think that maybe she was going to turn him down. “I would love to go on a real date with you Bucky. But I have a single request” she giggled. Bucky wanted to jump up and down in excitement like a little kid. His heart swelled and all he wanted to do was pick up the girl and spin her in a circle. But instead, he contained himself and nodded his head, telling her to go ahead with her request. “We have to set the date after I get back from this weekend” “Where are you going this weekend?” He had been waiting months for a real date, he didn't mind pushing it back a few more days and he hoped that his question did not come off as angry. “I have to go give a speech at a conference,” she said in an annoying tone while rolling her eyes. “How’d you get dragged into that?” He chuckled at her reaction, she wasn't normally one to get annoyed about anything, so this was rather foreign for him. “Apparently it’s ‘highly recommend’ when you have the best AP Chem scores in the state. It makes the school look good...I act annoyed but honestly I don’t really mind” she shrugged as she shoved her hands in her pockets. “Well that sounds thrilling” the sarcastic words left his mouth. Causing the girl to lightly slap his real arm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s the most dangerous thing a person like me could do.” She spoke with a sense of fake seriousness in her voice. “I bet. Not like you’re talking to a person who’s been on more life-threatening missions then you could imagine” Bucky smiled enjoying the girl's enthusiasm and the fact that he was getting to the point where he could openly and jokingly talk about his past. “How dare you mock my dangerous task. You don’t know what I’ll be facing.” She claimed in a dramatic voice as if she was going on a secret mission. Bucky opened his mouth to give another sarcastic response but was cut off. “No, don’t speak…. Bucky, if I don’t make it out of there. Remember I love you” she joked with him. Bucky knew the words were only friendly but he couldn’t stop the warm feeling that filled his chest. That was the last real thing she has said to him, other than the goodbyes before she left for her conference. The last conversation the two had shared. The last conversation the two were ever going to share. As Bucky straightens his tie. He wiped away the tears in his eyes. Took a deep breath thinking about there last conversation. A conversation he could no longer find amusing as those last words were filled with unknown irony. Bucky looked at the little sheet of paper in his hand checking to make sure the address was right. RIVERSIDE BAPTIST CHURCH. He knew he was in the right place as he watched the numerous amounts of people walk into the building, all in black tie dress. Bucky couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at the venue. Bucky knew through there time spent together that Y/N wasn't particularly religious despite the fact that her family was. He couldn't help but think she wouldn't like this. All the attention is on her, especially in a church setting. As he walked inside and saw the setup. The picture, the flowers, the casket. His body had physically stopped moving, he fought back the tears that wanted to come out. It really had happened, sure he heard about, and read about it, cried about it. He thought he had accepted what happened, but being here. Seeing what was in front of him. It all became real, there was no way to convince himself otherwise. It made him want to vomit. It had been a car accident. On the way home from her conference, her uber had slid on some ice and flipped killing both the driver and Y/N. Bucky only found out about it because of the local news. The funeral had been mentioned in the newspaper and Bucky knew he had to go. Even if he wouldn't know anyone else or get to speak about how much she meant to him. If there were even words to do so. He had to go to make sure it was real. So here he was, looking at the casket of the girl whom he loved. The girl who meant everything to him. Now she was gone, and for the first time since he found out, Bucky realized that he really wasn't okay, the more real it started to feel, the more he wanted to leave. She was his rock that kept him tied down. What was he supposed to do now without her here? Bucky, forced himself to look anywhere but her. First for a seat, which he decided should be in the back of the church as he figured there were probably more important people that wanted to sit up close. Then he forced his eyes to look at the people who came to mourn Y/N. Bucky didn't know what to expect, she was the perfect person, why wouldn't there be a million people at her funeral? But yet the copious amounts of people that had shown up still really threw Bucky for a loop. Young kids, a lot of teenagers, who Bucky assumed were Y/N students and by the sounds of it even some of the more troublesome kids had shown up for the teacher. Adults her age, older adults, senior citizens. Bucky then set the task to try and figure out who her family was before the funeral started. The ceremony was nice. Y/N was talked about and celebrated, as she should have been. Lots of people gave speeches talking about her many accomplishments and community service. Bucky almost fell out of place, like he shouldn't be there. Sure he knew a ton about her. But no one knew about them, no one knew who he was. Bucky was never around for the important parts of her life. Sure he had heard about them, but he was never around for them. He wanted to be though. He wanted to be her significant other and meet her family, and be an important person in her life. He even had a plan to do so. But apparently, the two weren't meant to be as Y/N lay dead in a casket not 30 feet away from where the soldier sat. Once the ceremony was over everyone shuffled out of the church, ready to walk to the cemetery where Y/N would be buried. The only sounds were the shuffling of people and murmured voices as they made there way out of the church. Bucky waiting until closer to the end. He kept waiting for anyone to ask who he was, but it seemed that no one even gave him a second glance. Other than one of the teenagers who stood behind the pack of his classmates. Short with brown hair, couldn't be older than 15. He was standing with what seemed to be a friend. But as they carried on there conversation and walked past Bucky, the kid gave a second glance to the super soldier, as if the kid knew who Bucky was. But quickly the kid turned back and walked out of the building. As they all stood around the grave, Bucky near the back again, some more people spoke as before the casket was closed, Bucky decided not to look, he couldn't. He didn't want his beautiful memory of her to be tarnished by what she looked like dead. As she was lowered into the ground Bucky could no longer hold back his tears. The only person he thought he would ever care for, was dead, leaving him alone in this world, again. Why did this keep happening to him? The process of getting her buried was tedious, it felt like a lifetime. He knew it was selfish but he was waiting for everyone to leave so he could be alone with her like they always had been. Eventually, little by little, everyone trickled away, most of them to go to the reception, a few stayed to speak to the woman's grave. Bucky kept his distance, not wanting to seem out of place. Finally, there was just two left. Bucky, and the kid that caught his eye earlier. The kid wasn't talking to her grave, he was just staring with wet eyes. Bucky decided it was okay to finally walk up to the burial site. Next to the kid, but a safe distance away. “Was she a good teacher?” He asked the kid in a quiet voice. “The absolute best, you couldn't find anyone better” He immediately responded. “Are you just saying that because she's gone?” Bucky asked, hoping the kid didn't mind his bluntness. The kid didn't seem too. “No, Obviously you knew her. Do you think she would be a bad teacher?” He shot back. This question threw Bucky off, but not in a bad way. He appreciated the boy's wit. With a small smirk, he responded back. “No, I think she would have been a great teacher.” “She cared about us. Checked in on us. Would give the best, most inspiring speeches you've ever heard. You couldn't pay attention to her you know? She was passionate about what she taught, and have you ever taken chemistry? It's not something that easy to get passionate about. But on top of that, she took the time to learn ways to get all of us passionate about the subject. I've known her a long time and of all the people in the world. She definitely didn't deserve this.” The boy spoke, tears escaping his eyes. Even Bucky could tell that Y/N was more than just a teacher to him. Bucky loved that Y/N affected all these people in such a good way. It wasn't just him, apparently, she was like this with everyone, and he was beyond glad because it means everyone got to see the best parts of her. Bucky just nodded his head. Not a word needed to be spoken between them, just mutual understanding as both their eyes stayed glued to the grave. “How did you know her?” The kid spoke, as he seemed to get through his processing, his eyes glancing up to the soldier, but not without taking a second glance at where his metal arm would be, had it not been covered by a coat and hand in the coat pocket. Bucky brushed the look off, telling himself it was just coincidence. “She was a... “ He started to say but stopped when he couldn't find the right words. There was no one word to describe who Y/N was to Bucky. She was his everything, but he knew he couldn't use that word. He wanted to say girlfriend, but that would have been inaccurate. “She was a really good friend” He settled on, wanting to cringe as he knew that description wasn't correct. The kid nodded. Eyes trailing back to the grave one more time. “Well, I've seen you waiting for a long time, I assume to be alone with her, so I'll go talk to my uncle and leave you two alone,” The boy said before turning and walking away from the grave. Bucky turned his head slightly to watch the kid walk away, confused about what he meant by talking to his uncle, there was no one else around. but as soon as he was out of hearing distance, Bucky forgot about the kid completely before turning back to Y/N. He stood in silence, just staring for the longest time, not knowing what to say. “You know, out of all the scenarios I ran through in my head about how we could have played out... Us dating, maybe getting married, breaking up, you run like hell after you found out the truth about me… Even the possibility of me dying came up. But out of everything, I sat in bed and thought about at night, you dying on me, was never one of them because you lived such a safe life. I'm sorry this happened. If I could trade us out, I would in a heartbeat, you deserved better. So, so much better. I'm sorry…. I'm so so sorry” When the words stopped pouring out of his mouth. Bucky then realized he was crying as the tears slipped down his cheeks and suddenly it became incredibly hard to breathe. Within a few seconds, he was sobbing on his knees, hand covering his mouth. Unable to keep anything in any longer. Finally accepting the fact that she was gone. Those were the only words he spoke too her. Yet, he stayed by her grave for hours on end. Trying so hard to come to terms with what happened crying stopping for only a few minutes, before starting up again in a never-ending cycle. It was when day turned to night, and the temperature dropped to below freezing, did Bucky even consider leaving. Even then it took him another few hours to even move. Eyes glued on the flowers stacked high on the pile of dirt that covered the women who held his heart. Only when Steve had called him, did he decide to actually go, taking everything he had to look away from the gravestone, and walk away from his love and head back home? No looking up, not feeling anything. He stood outside his and Steve's apartment door for minutes, not ready to face a million questions that Steve was gonna ask him out of concern. Eventually, he decided that he had to go in at some point and so his ripped off the band-aid and walked in. “Where have you been all day?” Steve asked from the couch. “What are you an overprotective parent?” Bucky smiled at his best friend. This caused Steve to break his concerned look, instead of giving Bucky a smile that took him back to the 1940s. When times were simpler. “I just get worried is all” He admitted throwing his hands in the air. “I'm good… I was… Just visiting an old friends grave” Bucky confessed to Steve. Memories of the girl, and what had happened to flood back into him. Causing him to let out a heavy sigh. Bucky watched as Steves' face fell again. Memories of his own flooding into his eyes. There was a silence in the air as the two were trapped in their own thoughts for a while. Bucky getting changed and joining Steve on the couch. Head threw up to the ceiling. “Hey, do you wanna bring me to the gym with you this week?” Bucky asks out suddenly. “The gym, I thought you were done with all that,” Steve said giving a questioning glance to his best friend. “I thought I wanted to be, but I need something to occupy my times, and I think I'm done with walks for a while… There's nothing there for me anymore.”

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So… we haven’t exactly hit 15k yet but I have more plans for when I do considering I only celebrate every few thousand, so we’re posting this early ♡

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I watch this on repeat

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Sister, Sister~ Drabble

Prompt: “I'm not saying I saw a werewolf, but I definitely saw a werewolf”

Warnings: None that I can think of :)

Summary: Peter and his sister Peyton Parker have an interesting dinner conversation about the Superhero world

Word Count: 848

A/N: I really hope I'm not too late but this is for @hollandroos drabble challenge and I wanted to do a prompt that I wouldn't normally pick and really liked how this one ended up! I hope you enjoy :)

“So long story short, I'm not saying I saw a werewolf… But I definitely saw a werewolf” Peyton Parker finished explaining as she picked at her food with her fork, too excited to actually eat.

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile on his face as he bit a piece of meatloaf.

Peter loved his sister more than anything, he really did. And the boy was beyond glad that the fourteen-year-old had decided to forgive him from keeping the Spider-Man secret from her for so long. The weeks full of silent treatment were practically unbearable considering most of the time it was only the two of them home. However, the time and energy Peyton put into being mad at Peter turned into time and energy going into research about the superhero world and everything that comes with it.

Dinners that used to be filled with conversation about homework and other bits of trivial conversation were now filled with conversations about Super serum, mutant genes, a rousing debate on which superheroes have the fastest healing time (Peter was very insistent that he was top three.), and whatever else Peyton had read about in her day.

Peter was thrilled that his sister took an interest and excitement in what he and the rest of the Avengers could do, and even found out that Peyton could often give Peter information that he didn't know. However, one occasion Peter wished that he could have kept the Spider-Man secret from his younger sister a little longer. Not only so he could keep her and her innocence safer. But also because the conversations about the superhero world could get a little annoying, but Peter soldiered through them by telling himself three things. One, he found most of the conversations somewhat interesting. Two, Peyton loved learning about his world and he couldn't be the one to ruin it for her. Three, what younger sibling isn't going to be annoying sometimes.

“Peyton, you didn't see a werewolf,” Peter laughed.

“How do you know that?” She challenged pointing her fork towards Peter with a smirk on her face.

“Because they don't exist. Even if they did, one wouldn't walk around in broad daylight,” He explained.

“Wait, what do you mean they don't exist?” She exclaimed.

Peter opened his mouth to explain, but he was cut off. “Harry Potter has werewolves. Twilight has werewolves. I get thrown into my own supernatural world and yet werewolves aren't even a thing? How is that fair? At least tell me there's a wolf-man or something,” She questioned as she looked to Peter with what seemed like pleading eyes. Almost astonished that the man she saw earlier wasn't a werewolf.

“There's a wolverine? And a wolfsbane? She the most like a werewolf from what I understand” Peter told his sister hoping those answers would satisfy his seemingly disappointed sister.

He watched as she debated his answers for a minute before seemingly accepting that one day she might get to meet a type of werewolf.

“Well, that man I saw today was extremely hairy. I bet you would have thought he was a werewolf too” She spoke with a certainty in her voice that made Peter laugh, and become reminded about how much he loved his sister company.

Peter was used to these types of conversations because it was seemingly constant anymore that Peyton's overactive imagination made her think she saw some form of super-something when she was out and about in public and couldn't help but enjoy his sisters' wild explanations of what she had seen that day.

“Well, I'm sorry your walk home from school today was so disappointing” He chuckled as he picked up his plate and washed it off in the sink.

“Can't you stay a little longer Pete? I'm not even done eating,” Peyton asked with a sadness in her voice, turning around in her chair to look at Peter in the eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, imagining his sister alone, eating dinner at the table. And felt for a minute like he was neglecting her. But he quickly shook it off saying that Mondays were his busiest day and he would be there for her the rest of the week.

“I have to patrol you know that. Plus you should have spent more time eating and less time trying to convince me you saw a werewolf walking in Midtown.”He joked before he came over and kissed Peyton on the head, something he always did before leaving for patrol.

“Yeah, Yeah,” She sighed. As she watched her brother strip down into the super suit that he hadn't taken off from his earlier patrol, and climb into the window frame, ready to jump out.

“I have a field trip tomorrow remember,” He reminded the girl.

“Yeah, I got it, Stay Safe, please Peter. I love you.”

“I love you too Peyton” He claimed before putting on his mask and jumping out the window of the Parker’s apartment.

Peyton watched her brother until he was out of sight before turning back to her dinner, and finishing it off alone.

#peter parker #peter parker au #peter parker fic #peter parker drabble #spider-man #spiderman #peter parker sister #Avengers #marvel #MCU #marvel cenimatic universe #tom holland #peyton parker

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A Journey Of Lost Souls | Tom Holland AU | Part 2

AN: Hope you guys enjoy this short little part! I think this fic is going to be super fluffy. Like all the fluff in the world fluffy. Not this part in particular, but upcoming parts: expect the fluff.

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Series Summary:

The princess of The Kingdom of Nitro has been kidnapped by her family’s enemies. After escaping their brutal treatment, the princess must find her way home. Having never been outside of the capital city’s walls, the princess must enlist the help of a common boy to help her on her journey, all while keeping her identity a secret. Through secrets, frightening trauma, and a crush on the cute boy helping her on her way, the princess must learn to trust her instincts. However, the real question is: Can she trust the boy?

Ch. Warnings: none

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The princess felt bad that Tom slept on the floor.

She tried to explain, she really did, but he insisted that she take the small cot in the corner of the room while he took a blanket and a spot on the ground. He even let her have the pillow, which he only had one of. He didn’t seem too peeved by this arrangement, but the princess still felt guilty.

She didn’t plan to get any sleep tonight. How could she? Not only was she in a stranger’s home, vulnerable and afraid, but there were also people chasing after her. And of course, there were the nightmares. Being kidnapped for three months was not something to easily get over.

So, the princess stared up at the ceiling as she listened to the soft snores of the boy on the ground. It gave her time to think, plenty of time to think, really.

She thought about her parents and if they were still searching for her. She thought about the kingdom and how if she revealed her identity, how many people would be willing to help her. She thought about the boy on the ground next to her and if he could truly be trusted. And later in the night, when she was getting extremely tired and no longer in control of the sway of her thoughts, she thought about her time as a prisoner.

She was frustrated. Frustrated with how time moves so slow when you wanted it to move the fastest. It was as if the Earth had begun rotating slower in order to make the sun never reach the horizon, just to mock her.

Sunrise didn’t come for a few more tantalizing hours. As the market outside began to start bustling around, Tom naturally woke up. And the princess, of course, pretended to be asleep.

He shuffled around for a bit, went outside and then came back in. When she heard him fumbling with something on the other side of the room, she peeked her curious eyes open for just a moment to see what he was doing. He appeared to be packing a bag of some sort, which made sense considering they would be traveling soon.

When he turned around, the princess quickly shut her eyes.

“Sam, it’s time to get up.” She heard him say gently.

She fluttered her eyes up as if she were just now waking up. Tom was still packing a bag but he turned his head and gave her a big grin.

“Good morning!” He greeted cheerfully.

She nearly gasped at the kindness. When was the last time someone said ‘Good morning’ to her? It was relieving, like a fresh breath of air.

So, she braved a smile and said back to him, “Good morning.”

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Tom was relieved when the girl smiled. He hadn’t seen any sort of positive emotion from her until just now and he was beginning to get worried at her everlasting frown.

What could have possibly happened to her?

He knew the question could have multiple answers. Some pretty shady stuff happened around the kingdom, that he was sure of.

He was happy to help, truly. He was mostly just annoyed at the fact that she lived in Ornate, which was on the complete other side of the kingdom. He’d been there a few times, but for the most part, he tried to avoid the place altogether. The Royal Family lived there, and he couldn’t stand the Royal Family.

Nonetheless, the frightened girl needed help, so he was going to go. He even thought it might be a good opportunity to see a few of his old friends along the way.

He shouldered the bag he’d been packing full of anything edible in his living space, which wasn’t that much. Just a few rolls of bread and some fruit. He had also managed to fill up two canteens of water from the well earlier in the morning.

Tom lead the girl out and the two began their long journey. As they weaved in and out of the city streets, Tom noticed Sam kept very close to him, much like the night before. It was as if she was scared someone would jump out and grab her at any time. Tom’s heart involuntarily warmed at the thought of protecting her.

As the city began to fade into a less chaotic setting, the sea was now visible shining against the horizon and that’s when he heard a loud gasp. He jumped in surprise; their walk had been silent thus far. He looked over at the girl whose eyes were wide and practically glowing as she gazed over at the brilliantly blue ocean. Tom furrowed his brow.

“That’s…that’s the ocean!” She gaped.

Tom let out an awkward giggle. “Uh…yeah, we are in Civitasmare.”

Her head turned slowly as if this was the biggest news she’s heard in years.

“Civitasmare? I’ve been this close to the ocean this whole time?”

Tom didn’t know what to think or what to particularly say. This girl was a complete mystery to him. Had she really never seen the ocean before?

“You didn’t know that you were in Civitasmare?” He asked her, trying to see if he can pry some information out of her.

But, her demeanor fell it a solemn look as she gazed downwards, obviously lost in her thoughts. “I…I guess not.”

She didn’t say anything else. And with a three-week journey ahead of them, Tom didn’t want to take a break within the first hour, so they kept moving.

They traveled over the beautiful hilly landscape of the region. The weather was quite perfect, not too hot because over the overcast. After nearly an hour and a half of more silence, Tom was growing antsy at the minimal conversation.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He asked, probably too boldly considering that he understood that she had gone through what must’ve been a hard time recently.

“Not lately, I don’t.” She replied simply.

Tom didn’t want to push her on the subject of ‘lately,’ so he decided to stretch back further.

“We are going to Ornate to bring you back to your family, yeah?”

She only nodded in response.

“Tell me about them.” He said.

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The princess felt the bundle of nerves planting roots in her chest and beginning to grow down into her stomach. She couldn’t just very well tell the boy about her family without totally blowing her identity, so she stretched the truth a bit.

“Well, my father is a bit of…uh… commanding type. He’s kind of bossy, but he still loves me and my mother very much. And my mother, well…she’s the kindest woman you’d ever meet,” she explained, much to her own surprise that she already felt comfortable enough to talk to Tom.

Tom nodded and then asked, “What are their occupations?”

The princess’ stomach tingled a bit at the question, but she smoothly followed with, “My father is a merchant, my mother- a seamstress.”

Tom was just about to ask her another question, but because she was worried about revealing something about herself, she decided to flip the conversation over to him.

“What about you?” She said quickly.

His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting that, even though he should’ve assumed that she’d eventually ask him. He just didn’t think it’d be so abruptly.

“Well, uh…I suppose it’s just me. No family to really talk about.”

The princess immediately felt horrible. “Oh,” was all she said.

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And the mysterious boy and the secretive girl continued on their way in silence.

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A Journey of Lost Souls | Tom Holland AU | Part 1

AN: I’m super super duper excited about this! It’s my second fic which is like a BIG deal and also I worked so hard on this chapter and I’m super proud of it. Please please please please -even if you hate it- give me some feedback. I literally live for it.

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Ch. Warnings: small mentions of kidnapping/abuse

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The princess only had one thought circling throughout her traumatized mind: run.

It wasn’t easy; she ached and she was scared. But nonetheless, despite her heartbeat racing much faster than it ought to and her breaths coming in fast and panicked, she persisted running.

She didn’t know where she was going or where she was at. The looming forest confused her, and she wasn’t sure if she was just running in circles or actually getting somewhere.

The shouts behind her frightened her. They were chasing her, not too far behind. She had to keep moving. Her ash covered dressed snagged against the low lying bushes, ripping its hem, but she didn’t care.

Keep moving.

She refused to look back, to know how close they were to her. It would only scare and distract her more. She needed to find somewhere safe. Somewhere with people.

No.

No people.

The princess was over people. If she found people, how did she know that they wouldn’t just hand her back over to her captors?

But, if she was around people, there was a chance -a small chance- that someone could help her. That they wouldn’t be able to take her back in front of others. She was uncertain, but she had to try.

The thought was feeble though. She didn’t know where she was going, so how was she meant to find a village? The never-ending vastness of the forest drained the hope within her. She was growing tired, she wouldn’t be able to run forever. And when she did tire out, they would get her.

The shouts continued behind her; they were getting closer.

She was almost done, ready to give up and face whatever brutal treatment they had in mind this time, but that’s when she saw it. A row of houses on the horizon. Hope sparked in her chest as adrenaline refilled her body, propelling herself towards the village.

When she reached the houses, she didn’t stop. She dove herself further and further into the village, running up and down alleyways in attempt to lose those chasing her. She was admittedly doing a great job, gaining distance by weaving in and out of the alleys. She quickly realized this village was much bigger than she had thought.

She was growing more confident that she had acquired a much greater length away from her pursuers. As she approached the inner city, the princess began to see more and more people. The adrenaline rushing inside her refused to allow her to stop and ask for help, so she kept running.

It wasn’t long before she hit a crowded marketplace. People all over were bustling to and fro, trying to shove people out of the way. She saw this as the perfect way to officially separate from her captors.

She dove right into the middle of the crowd, traveling as far she thought reasonable before taking a sharp left and diving into yet another alleyway. Unlike the bustling marketplace, the alley was empty. She raced all the way to the end and turned right-

Just to smack right into someone.

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When the girl smacked into him, Tom was completely unprepared. Despite this, he managed to reach out and steady the girl, lightly placing his hands on her shoulders out of instinct.

She immediately shied away.

He looked at the girl, who was sweaty and dirty and looked to be breathing extremely hard, no doubt from the run that Tom had just disrupted. Her hair was a mess, down and tangled, and also sticking up in funny places. She had a common dress on, but it was torn at the bottom and looked as if it hadn’t been washed in months.

She had no shoes, no socks, and the most concerning aspect that threw Tom off guard was the littering of bruises on her body. She had a particularly bad one of her cheek as if she had been slapped, perhaps repeatedly. Other smaller bruises lined her arms with a few cuts and scrapes here and there.

And lastly, she was terrified.

He could tell by her frantic eyes, scrutinizing him, trying to decide if he was worthy enough to be trusted.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked gently, not wanting to frighten the girl anymore.

The girl backed away a bit. She didn’t answer right away either, instead, she continued to study him. She appeared to be trying to think of a perfect answer.

“I’m okay.” Was all she said.

He wasn’t convinced. The girl kept checking behind her as if expecting someone to randomly jump up and grab her.

Admittedly, Tom didn’t know what to do. The girl wasn’t going to trust him, but she was obviously in some sort of trouble. He couldn’t just leave her.

“Do you need any help? I can walk you somewhere that’s safe.” He said gently once again.

He didn’t want to freak her out. Some guy trying to “walk her somewhere safe” didn’t necessarily sound safe in all circumstances.

The girl only stared once again. But, after a moment, as if she recognized the sincerity in his voice, she lightly nodded her head. He nodded back and then lead the way down the alley.

He honestly didn’t really know where exactly to take her. So, he took her to the place where he lived. At least there he could get her some food and try to figure out what exactly her deal was.

She followed tentatively close behind. Not close enough to where she was touching Tom, but enough for him to realize that she was definitely hiding behind him.

When he approached the building where he had a one-room living space in, he went up the stairs with her still following behind. He opened the door and politely gave her the chance to walk in first, but after looking at him with her uncertain gaze, he stepped in first. She looked both ways down the hall, and then ever so tentatively stepped inside the room.

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The princess was unsure about the boy.

But, of course, after slamming right into him, it knocked her adrenaline completely away. She no longer had the energy to keep running, and it seemed, so far, that the boy was genuine in his help.

He looked to be about her age, perhaps a little older. His curly brown hair swept over his face making him appear even younger, however, he still looked strong and intimidating, like he could hold his own in a fight.

And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she needed help. She had no clue where she was or how to get home.

She took a bare tentative step into what she assumed was the boy’s living space. It was only one room, a small cot in the corner with clothes in another. A few food storage cabinets were lined against another wall with a window to the outside market adjacent to it.

Much different to how the princess was raised.

That was beside the point now. After enduring what she had endured the last three months, she would take a clean spot in an alleyway over returning to her captors.

After a moment, she tried to relax, recognizing no immediate threat around her anymore.

The boy waited a second before asking, “What’s your name?”

Panic rose back within the princess. She couldn’t just tell him who she was. She understood that perfectly clear. Not everyone was supportive of the royal family, and who knows what would happen if he knew who she really was.

Luckily, the princess was an excellent liar.

“Samena. Sam for short.” She replied as quietly as she could.

She had learned that trick from one of her tutors. Providing two options as a name made it more believable. When she was little, her parents told her to come up with a “secret” name, just in case. She chose “Samena,” because it was a common name in the kingdom and it also meant “secret.” The princess was fond of underlying meanings.

The boy nodded and then offered his own name. “I’m Thomas. Tom for short.”

The princess eyed him wearily, thinking that maybe he had just used the same trick she had. But, she could tell that he was telling the truth from the look in his eyes.

A long pause settled in the room. The princess didn’t want to break it. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, she just wanted to be home with her parents and loved ones- not in some strangers house.

Tom, fortunately, was the one to break it.

“Who were you running from?”

The princess held her breath. Truthfully, she didn’t know how to answer. So, she didn’t.

Tom quickly noticed that he was not going to get an answer out of the girl.

“Okay…um…” He stuttered. He didn’t know what to say either.

“I need to go home.” The princess said matter-of-factly.

Tom’s eyes widened, happy to get a real answer on what he should do next.

“Right. Of course. Where do you live? I’ll walk you home.”

“Ornate,” She said gently.

Tom’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“Ornate? You live in Ornate? That’s a three weeks journey by foot!”

Suddenly, the princess had a fleeting memory of the first few weeks of her imprisonment and remembered it was on a carriage. She shuddered at the memory.

“Right. Sorry. I’ll go on my own. Sorry to bother you. Thank you for your help,” She said while looking down and beginning to back up towards the door.

Tom took in a sharp breath and let out a quick, “Wait!”

He gritted his teeth like he was thinking about how he was going to regret this decision later.

“I-I don’t want you to go by yourself. I’ll escort you as far as I can.”

The princess hesitated, looking up at the boy.

“You don’t have to. It’s obvious you don’t want to. I’ll be fine,” She reasoned.

He shook his head. “No, don’t worry about it. Look,” He paused and then started again, “I can tell that your running from someone. You don’t have to tell me who, the king’s men or some other bad person, but I see the bruises. I’m not letting you go alone.”

The princess was shocked. After three months of the most horrible treatment she could ever imagine, this random stranger was being extremely kind. He was gentle, almost as if he had experience with dealing with broken people. Albeit, he did sort of classify the king, her father, as “a bad person,” but there was no denying that the princess would need help and protection on her journey.

So, she nodded.

And it was settled. The two would leave at dawn.

AN: Okay! There you have it! Part 1 is in the books! Again pleaseeeee let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

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