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7-wonders · 2 years

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Okay but you’re spending your evening just hanging out and watching Spider-Man: No Way Home when Morpheus appears in your living room because he has no sense when it comes to letting you know ahead of time that he wants to see you or just, y’know, having Matthew pop by and be like “boss is coming in five!”

So after you recover from your heart attack you let him know that you’re just watching a movie tonight so if he has better things to do involving The Dreaming/being an Endless, he can do that. He doesn’t understand why you’d say that bc why wouldn’t he want to spend time with you, so he sits down next to you and lets you drape yourself over him before you unpause the movie.

Of course, Dream was imprisoned long before comic books really came to be mainstream, so he has no clue what anything on the screen is. You have to pause every time a new character appears on screen, because he will undoubtedly say, “Who’s this?” and you have to try and respond while also not launching into all the lore™️.

(“Who’s this?”

“MJ, Peter’s girlfriend.”

“Who’s this?”

“Doc Ock, he’s a villain from another universe.”

“Who’s this?”

“Matt Murdock.” On screen, the brick flies through the window, and Matt catches it with ease. You say his line at the same time that he does, “He’s a really good lawyer,” and laugh when Dream looks shocked that you knew what he was going to say. God, you love having a boyfriend that knows nothing about technology or movies or anything.)

And this keeps up, honestly, you’re having a blast with it. It’s fun to get to introduce characters that you’ve watched since you were little to an anthropomorphic personification who is eons older than you are. And then it gets to the scene where one Flint Marko is dropped into the MCU, and Dream again asks who that is.

“Sandman,” you say without thinking, forgetting who it is you’re sitting next to.

“Who?” Morpheus asks in bewilderment.

“Oh!” Shit, you did not anticipate this. “No, it’s not like, a character based off of you or anything like that. He’s literally made out of sand, which is why he’s called Sandman.”

Morpheus scoffs. “My, it must have taken them ages to try and come up with a name so clever.”

You smirk. “Are you mad that your name’s been co-opted, or are you mad he doesn’t have your powers?”

“I’m not mad over a fictional character. It’s just ridiculous that a character such as this would be designed, only for them to name him,” Morpheus scoffs again, as if the very thought is paining him, “Sandman.”

Mad about the name, then. Got it. “I can…pick something else to watch?” you suggest.

Dream shakes his head, acting like this didn’t just get him all riled up. “No, let us finish your superhero movie,” he grumbles before begrudgingly allowing you to hesitantly turn your attention back to the screen.

It’s a good thing Sandman doesn’t have a major part in this movie.

#ah this is the first thing I’ve written for Sandman but I had this idea and needed to write it!#the sandman #the sandman imagine #morpheus #Morpheus imagine #Morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #are we still tagging NWH spoilers?#nwh spoilers

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bubblegum-discoqueen · 1 year

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I just want Doc Ock to pick me up by the scruff with on of his tentacles and gently dangle me back and forth like a naughty ferret… I just think it would be relaxing

#doc ock #otto octavius #spiderman nwh #nwh spoilers #spider man #don’t judge me

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jadeunstablexx · 11 months

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…..Curiosity killed the spider….

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After discovering that her charming, quirky, and severely depressed coworker lived a double life as an arachnid superhero, she plans to keep the new information to herself. Until one evening after work, she's thrown into an entire new universe and held at the mercy of an insane man on a hoverboard.

Thankfully she’s saved from the villain by the famous web slinger himself. Well, one of them…

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Maia’s lack of preparation and forethought has always been one of her biggest flaws, especially in situations as dire as this one. Why she chose today of all days to forget to pack mace in her purse, she hadn’t a clue. Not to mention she isn’t the fastest runner, so more than likely all she was doing was prolonging the inevitable. Which was death.

How she went from stalking her spider-like coworker, to being hunted like an animal was an actual mystery to her. All she had been doing was running along the sidewalk, trying futilely to keep up with his swinging that did not obey the laws of gravity or physics, when a strange orange glow was cast over her body.

It blinded her and silenced her senses for almost two seconds, and then it was over. She opened her eyes to see the same street from before but… different.

Mr. Cortez’s Elote stand wasn’t there anymore, there were way more cars than normal, and perhaps the biggest difference, it was daytime. Although Maia was positive that it had been almost twelve AM, she blinked wildly as she took in the very bright and full streets before her.

A shuddering breath left her lips, and she had to continue to do so until she could properly breathe in and out.

She walked mindlessly along the street, attempting to avoid the bodies that weren’t there before when a loud chilling cackle came from above. Maia looked around wildly, taking in the green flashes of the flying figure trying to figure out what it was. Menacingly, the figure slowed to a stop and remained still, watching the citizens scatter and run away.

They all clearly had better reaction skills than Maia because she remained glued to her spot. Unable to take her eyes off the monster in the green suit.

“ Hello Honey!” The monster shouted, crouching and turning his floating device toward her. He zipped his way toward Maia, his growing proximity to her jump started her heart and without another thought , Maia took off down the now clear street.

Again her lack of forethought but her in the butt, as she fumbled through her purse. Unable to find the mace that she had left on her dresser that morning, “ Sh*t!” She swore, running as fast as her legs could carry her.

She was not making any progress in her getaway, and to her horror the collar of her cheap Old Navy dress was being yanked. The strength of the pull, lifted her into the air, she didn’t need to turn around to know that whatever that was chasing her had caught her.

Now dangling fifty feet into the air, Maia let out the loudest most gut wrenching screech she had ever heard from any living creature ever. Mindlessly she reached up to try to release her dress from the flying device, but quickly she recognized that if she were to do that she’d plummet to either her death or to serious injury.

Now crying in fear she pleaded with the creature to spare her, let her down. His only response was another bone chilling cackle that told her she would evoke no sympathy from this lunatic.

Prepared to surrender to whatever he had in store for her she stopped fighting, and allowed herself to sore through the stinky New York air on her kidnappers contraption.

“ HEY GOBLIN! LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE?” A voice shouts, Maia’s head snaps in multiple directions, trying to decipher whether or not she had hallucinated it when she saw nothing.

Suddenly, a familiar sticky string shoots out and attaches to her abdomen, snatching her free from the strange creature's board, and sending her flying once again.

Before she can even comprehend what happened she feels an arm around her waist and finds herself face to face… or face to chest, with none other than Spider man.

She’s much too scared to thank him and resorts instead to gripping his neck so hard he lets out a little cough.

“ Little too tight there, miss.”

She can’t feel bad at the moment due to her life being at risk and all, so she quips back,

“ You're a superhero, you’ll be fine.”

He grunts in response and swings them to an area far from where the monster was, she curiously wonders why he chose to not fight the bad guy that seemed eager to fight with him. But when her feet hit the solid wet concrete of the alleyway she forgets about her questions and begins expressing her gratitude.

“ Thank you so much!” She rushed out raggedly, her throat felt scratchy after all the screaming she had just unleashed.

“ Don’t mention it.” The masked hero spoke, his voice being much different than she remembers.

She had contemplated whether or not she should clue him in on her knowledge of his identity, because who knows how he would react to something that was clearly a secret being known by someone he had only known for three months.

Be that as it may… she was scared. In a foreign place after having just been hunted like a deer, and almost murdered. He was the only person she knew, and he might have some answers to her questions.

“ Peter?” She says hesitantly, his head snaps up in surprise, and tilts when he asks, “ You know who I am?”

His reaction was much more tame than what she thought it’d be. It ignited a little courage in her as she

continued speaking.

“ Yeah… I found out yesterday… or a day ago? I’m not really sure, I was walking home from the lab and then suddenly there was this bright orange light, and I wasn’t in queens anymore. I know we’ve only known each other for three months and we hardly speak but I really would appreciate it if you helped me find my way home-.” Each word tumbled out of her mouth like a faulty gumball machine, she was for sure going to turn purple from lack of oxygen when he interrupted her.

“ Whoa whoa! Slow down and breathe, alright?” She nodded, taking a deep breath, while fanning her warm face. “ I’m sorry I understand you're scared but I’ve never met you before and I need to know your name.” He said, sounding more like an inspirational speaker than the quick witted man she’s familiar with.

“ What do you mean? You’re Peter Parker right?” Could she have been wrong? Did she really mistake the man climbing that building for her co-worker? It couldn’t be, she was almost one hundred percent certain that it was Peter behind that mask.

“ Yes ma’am I am, but I don’t think I’m your Peter Parker.”

“ That doesn’t make any sense Peter, please stop joking around. I'm anxious enough as it is.”

He said no more as he walked a few more steps forward, and then quickly pulled off his mask. He was definitely not her Peter, and he wasn’t the man from the building two days ago either. This was someone else entirely.

“ Who are you?!” She asked accusingly, he had to be playing a joke.

“ Peter Parker. Who are you?” He asked, in the same tone.

She squares her shoulders firmly, squinting her eyes at the stranger before her.

“ I’m Maia-Janelle, and you are not my Peter Parker.”

#peter parker fic #amazing spider man #spiderman #andrew garfield #amazing spiderman #peter parker x mj #peter parker x reader #peter parker x oc #peter parker fanfiction #no way home #nwh #spiderman nwh #nwh spoilers #nwh AU #not Mary Jane but Maia-Janelle #new Mj #amazing Spider-Man MJ

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tinkerbelldetective · 6 months

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I HAVE TO SHOUT THIS

NORMAN OSBORN IS CUTE.

Also

IN NO WAY HOME HE IS SO SAD AND ALL WRAPPED UP IN A HOODIE AND DOING SCIENCE

#norman osborn #Spider-Man #spiderman no way home #spoilers #nwh spoilers #spiderman nwh spoilers

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probablygayattorneys · 8 months

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My brother barged into my room after I had already taken my sleeping pills to show me this and the next morning I thought I had dreamed it until I saw he texted it to me as well.

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lexlightning2002 · 2 years

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The wrong universe

Part ten

Part 9 - Part 11

Spoiler: I can't draw Andrew Garfield x_x

I really tried my best oh man but anyways we are already at part ten! Whoo!

Tag list: @thessm04 @huffle-ego @elderlyfish @greenmenace @rubbish78 @s1lvervultur3 @friendlyneighborhood-spiderblog @not-ur-mamas-mothman-deactivate @doc-blu @logan-the-dionysian

#fanart #octogoblin #octoblin #otto x norman #otto octavius #norman osborn #dr otto octavius #spiderman no way home #ottoborn #norman/otto #post nwh au #nwh spoilers #andrew peter parker #i tried to draw andrew garfield #but i failed and i am sorry #the wrong universe #fan comic

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confusedmuggle · 1 year

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Your Mistake

Peter Parker {Tom Holland} x f!reader {kinda, more angsty}, Peter Parker {Andrew Garfield} x f!reader

NWH spoilers -> it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this movie so it won’t be super movie accurate and stuff sorry guys

summary - Peter Parker and you used to be best friends, until he left you for a girlfriend. But what happened when another Peter Parker is thrown into the mix?

Warnings: swearing

A/N PLEASE READ : you are in Hollands Spider-Man universe to begin, and Garfield is the other main spider man in this story 😏. also, MJ is a jerk in this series. I love her in the films, but in this series she’s an asshole so just so you know. Reader is not a minor, and Andrew Garfield’s Peter is aged down a bit

“Listen y/n, MJ just isn’t comfortable with you being my friend. She says it’s like you like me or something.” The two of you were at your house playing board games, but he had been getting texts and calls from MJ the entire time. He had been constantly canceling plans with you or just full on ditching you for her for the entire two months they had been dating, but it had been getting extra bad recently.

he was constantly using his secret life as Spider-Man as an excuse to ditch you too, he had told you about him being Spider man soon after it happened because you two trusted each other so much. He would tell you he had patrol duty, but then you would find him with MJ at an ice cream shop, and plenty of other times similar things had happened. “What do you mean? MJ just can’t handle you having a girl best friend. You wouldn’t actually stop being friends with me for her right? We’ve been friends for over 10 years, Peter” you said, almost teasingly, because you knew Peter and you would never stop being friends. You two had been through everything together, you had grown up together, nothing could tear you two apart, right?

wrong.

“Listen y/n, I’m sorry but MJ is my girlfriend and I really don’t want to mess this up. Plus, you have been kind of clingy around me lately.” He said, not meeting your eyes.

“You’re kidding right?” You said, voice shaking slightly and your expression in disbelief

“I wish things could be different, but this is how it has to be right now. you understand, right?” he said to you shit. That really hurt. your best friend of over 10 years, truly the only friend you had ever let get this close to you, was leaving you without hesitation for his girlfriend of two months.

“What the fuck Peter!” You yelled, “no I don’t fucking understand, we’ve been friends for over a decade and you are just throwing that away for some girl you’ve known for two months?” “I really like her y/n! I’m not going to fuck this up just because you like me or some shit!” He yelled at you. “Get the fuck out of my house Peter.” You said, your tone dropping. Rage was dripping from your voice, and Peter had never seen you this angry. “Go be with MJ, I know that’s where you wanted to be today anyways”

“y/n-“ he started, but you cut him off

“I’m done hearing excuses. You’re the one that just ended this friendship, so get out of my house.” You expected more of a fight from him, but he just stood up and walked away. He left, and didn’t even turn back. You went up to your room and watched through the window until you saw his car pulling away. You collapsed against the wall, sobbing. How could he do that to you? You thought that the two of you were going to be best friends forever, and you had even had a crush on him since elementary school, but after he started dating MJ you did everything in your power to suppress it for his happiness. You felt utterly betrayed.

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It had been a two weeks since the incident. He was avoiding you everywhere. In the classes you two had together, you tried to be sat as far away as possible, not talking to you unless absolutely necessary. Anytime you saw him in the halls he was always with MJ and ignored you. This was awful. Peter had always been there for you whenever you needed him, but this time he was the root cause of your overwhelming emotions. You had finally arrived home, exhausted from the mental strain of school. You plopped down on your bed and pulled out the book you had been reading. It was a thriller.

‘She crept towards the corner prepared to fight the creatures at any turn. She fully turned the corner to see-‘

SLAM

Your head snapped up, looking towards the direction the sound came from. It came from the small fire escape balcony just outside your bedroom window. You slowly stood up to get closer, not seeing anything in the window. You slowly approached the window, when suddenly a head popped up and looked at you through it. “AH!!” You screamed. Peter? You were looking at spiderman through the glass. You noticed something off, this couldn’t be Peter. The suit was different. Then who was this person? You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the window remembering that the imposter spider man was still there. You carefully opened up the window just wide enough to talk through. “Who are you?” You demanded

“I’m Spider Man, but this isn’t- I’m not from here. Something weird happened.” He tried explaining. His voice was deeper than peters too. “What do you mean you’re not from here? I know you’re not spider man. I know spider man, and you are not him” you said.

“Please you have to help I don’t know what’s going on- I’m Peter Parker-“ you didn’t give him a chance to finish. “You’re Peter- your name is Peter Parker? Prove it.” You said, slightly panicking at this weird parallel. He reached into his spider suit and pulled out a wallet, showing you his id which clearly stated ‘Peter Parker’. “well shit. Come in I guess . . “ you said hesitantly as you opened the window. Not-Peter Peter climbed in awkwardly. “I’m y/n.” You said to break the silence.

“y/n?” He said, gazing up at you. “That was the name of my childhood best friend. She moved away in 3rd grade though.”

“So you’re . . Peter Parker. We have a Peter Parker here too. He is- was my best friend” you corrected yourself quickly. “what happened? Did you move away?” He asked.

“No, he- it doesn’t matter actually.” You said, looking away. “You can tell me” he stated, but your weren’t going to tell him anything. You tried to change the subject

“Now that we are inside, you can take off the mask.” You said, curious if he looked like your Peter. He hesitantly reached up and removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

He only looked to be a year or two older than you, with beautiful brown eyes that left you stunned. His brown hair was slightly disheveled from the mask, but it still looked perfect. You blushed, not looking at his eyes again.

“You should probably change out of that.” You stated, happy to turn away from the attractive man to grab some clothes for him. Peter - Peter had left some of his clothes at your house from sleepovers and game nights. After your falling out he never came back for them. You grabbed a pair of underwear, a shirt, and shorts and handed them to not peter - peter. ”Here, these should work, they were Peter - peters clothes.” You told him

He laughed, “Peter -Peter?” Your face flushed at his comment, slightly embarrassed you had said that out loud. “You can call me . . . I don’t know. We’ll think of something.” “Tel me when I can turn around.” You said, facing the wall. Just a few seconds later he gave you the clear, and you turned around to find him completely shirtless. Your first instinct was to cover your eyes, but then you saw sparks in the corner of your eyes. It was a portal opening, facing directly at Peter. You quickly ran over and pushed the boy out of the portals way, onto your bed. The portal fully opened and you were looking at none other than Ned and MJ. “y/n! You’re not Peter.” Ned said.

“Why would it show us you if we were looking for Peter?” MJ questioned you aggressively. “What even is this?” You said, confused as to what the hell was going on. MJ walker over to the portal, probably looking for her boyfriend. You tried to stop her, telling her he wasn’t here but she looked through anyways only to see Peter. But not her Peter. She saw a man laying half naked on your bed with disheveled hair, looking between her and you.

“Who the fuck is that?”

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imyoursavinggrace · 1 year

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Summary:

‘“There are so many universes out there where you live your whole life with your aunt and Tony Stark. You graduate MIT, inherit his company, and marry Michelle.”

Tears formed in Peter’s eyes and he looked away from Wanda, embarrassed. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because that is the life you deserve and I can give it to you.”

“How?”

“What do you know about Dream Walking?”’

Riddled with grief, Peter and Wanda Dream Walk to a universe where their loved ones are alive, but how long will it be until Tony and May realise this isn’t their Peter?

#fanfic #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #mcu #spiderman #ao3fic #marvel #iron dad and spider son #spider son #ao3feed #iron dad #irondad and spiderson #irondad #nwh spoilers #ao3

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gallwithapall · 1 year

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Human embodiment of 🥹

Tell me I'm wrong

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chokemewanda · 2 years

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All Too Well

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Masterlist

Part One / Part Three

Warnings: Spider-Man nwh spoilers, slight Dr Strange MoM spoilers, angst, pining

Peter paused in the doorway of his small apartment, backpack swinging off one shoulder. He knew it was you, knew from the back of your head. He didn’t need to see anything else to know.

What he didn’t know was how you found him, how you even knew to find him. You shouldn’t remember. You should have forgotten just like everyone else. He hesitated before shutting the door. You turned to look at him with a gentle smile. That same smile you always gave him. You had worried about him constantly, always afraid he’d been too young for the world he had been thrust into.

“Hey Spidey.” He dropped his backpack when you stood, making your way around the sofa to stand a few steps away. He was still afraid this was a trick, a delusion caused by his loneliness. “Pretty hard to track down.”

“Is that so?” He asked, his voice cracking with emotion. You opened your arms and he rocketed into them, hugging you tight enough that it would’ve hurt a normal person. You just held him. “How?”

“I’m not sure.” You told him honestly, rubbing his back soothingly. “I’m so sorry about May.”

It was all it took for Peter to let go. He sobbed against you and you held him through it all. You only moved to the sofa, urging him to sit and then holding him again. When he finally composed himself he pulled away, wiping under his eyes. “Everyone else forgot.”

“I know. I was so worried. I asked James to look after you. Check in and make sure you were doing okay. When I finally met up with him he didn’t know you.” You explained, pushing Peter’s hair back off his forehead. “I thought he was forgetting again.”

“Everyone had to forget. It was the only way.” Peter explained and your eyes narrowed. You wiped his tears, cupping his face in a way that reminded him of May.

“Sounds like Dr. Strange got involved there.” You spoke and Peter laughed because even without knowing you always knew. “You’ve been alone all this time?”

“There was no other way.” He explained and you nodded, hugging him tightly again. You rocked slowly from side to side and sighed against his hair.

“Has this got something to do with the Multi-verse?” You asked and he pulled away before laughing quietly again. You always knew.

“Yeah. Everything really.” He shrugged. “We made a mistake and the only way to fix it was for people to forget me. How did you know?”

“I met a guy. He was you except not really.” You explained and Peter nodded, wiping his eyes as he took deep breaths.

“Youth pastor or himbo?” Peter asked and you laughed at his very appropriate description.

“Youth pastor I imagine. He didn’t need the shooters. Made the webs himself.” You told him and Peter longed for his brothers. His smile fell again.

“Yeah, he was here for a little while. So was another Spiderman. Brought their villains too.” Peter explained. “One of them killed May.”

“I’m so sorry Peter.” You sighed heavily, taking his hand in yours. “You’ve been through so much and you did it all alone.”

“It’s been so hard.” He whispered quietly and you could feel your heart shatter. He pulled himself together, you could see him doing it. “How did you meet the other Peter?”

“I was exploring. I met the Illumanti too.” His shock made you smile. “Not as fun as I imagined.”

“Was Beyoncé there? Or Elon Musk?” He asked and you laughed, shaking your head. “Kanye West was though, right?”

“It wasn’t like our world’s conspiracies. It was a gathering of Superheroes.” You explained. “Dr. Strange founded them although he gave his life to defeat Thanos.”

“Not Tony?” Peter asked and you shook your head sadly. In that universe Tony had never been abducted and so had never moved on from making weapons or becoming Iron Man. He had been frighteningly like his father. “Who was there?”

“Captain Carter. Peggy took Steve’s mantle in that universe. Captain Marvel although it wasn’t Carol but her friend Maria. Professor X, Mr Fantastic and Black Bolt.” You explained each of them in turn, filling Peter’s need for knowledge. The book for his GED hadn’t escaped you and you imagined it was hard to get a degree when your school forgot you existed.

“You told Sergeant Barnes and Sam about me?” Peter asked and you shrugged. You hadn’t explained per say but you had definitely brought him up.

“I didn’t tell them anything about you. I just wanted to know if you were okay and they didn’t know what I was talking about.” You shrugged and Peter nodded. “You don’t want them to know?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Because of what happened last time.” He explained and you pursed your lips. “I don’t want you to have to keep secrets from Sergeant Barnes.”

“You can call him Bucky, you know.” You told him with a laugh. You stood for the sofa and moved to his kitchen area, frowning at the poor choice of food on offer. “You should eat better.”

“You don’t call him Bucky.” Peter evaded your berating. “You never have.”

“We have a long history. I knew him before he was in the army.” You told Peter who didn’t even look surprised. He knew you had been around for quite some time now. “We should go out and eat.”

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Finding you again in another hole in the wall didn’t surprise Bucky. Finding you sitting with some kid, his hand held in yours did. He was eating with one hand like he’d never see food again while you talked to him quietly, asking him questions about how he’d been.

Bucky stopped in the doorway, watching you both carefully as you pushed his hair back before returning to holding his hand. Bucky couldn’t be sure but the kid looked barely eighteen.

When you looked up you caught his eye and smiled before saying something to the kid making him look up too. He finished his food in a rush, brushing a kiss across your cheek as he left.

He squeezed by Bucky in the door as you tidied his plates into a neat little stack and pushed them away to make room for Bucky. He took the space.

“That Peter?” He asked and you shrugged, shaking your head. “You find him?”

“Not yet.” You told him. Bucky looked you over again, watching the lies weigh you down. He let them go. Just as he always had. You never told him the truth, not really.

“Sam’s sister had been sorry to miss you.” Bucky told you instead and you smiled softly. You had been looking forward to meeting Sarah but Peter had needed you more.

“I guess I’ll have to go back and see her then.” You shrugged. Bucky sat back when a waitress approached, placing a coffee and a sandwich in front of Bucky. He didn’t ask, just sipped the coffee carefully. “How was the rest of your trip?”

“Quiet.” He offered before lifting the sandwich. “My favorite way to have things.”

“It’s rare. The quiet.” Bucky looked you over as he ate, answering your questions mindlessly. You were tired, he could tell. You didn’t get tired often.

“You staying with me?” He asked and you shrugged. “You got anywhere else?”

“My friend from earlier has a lumpy couch.” You told him and he shrugged again. “Yours is much more comfortable.”

“Like I’d let you sleep on the couch.” Bucky grunted. He finished his sandwich and sat back, sipping his coffee. He didn’t mention that he had never invited you to his apartment before. He knew you had found it in your search for him when you got back.

“Always the gentleman, James.” You cooed and he rolled his eyes. You had uttered the same words more times than he had count over the decades. You had always shown up in places you shouldn’t have been.

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“Sleeping on the floor?” You asked and he shrugged. You observed the small nest with interested eyes. “Every night?”

“No.” He didn’t elaborate but you didn’t need him to. The nightmares were better but never gone. You knew that all too well. He led you to his bedroom and searched through his chest of drawers until he found a red Henley and a pair of sleep pants for you. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You changed and found him again, he had gotten changed too. His nest had moved to the sofa and you almost laughed. “You not gonna share with me soldier?”

“We still conserving body heat?” He asked, a wry smile on his lips. You shrugged and he only rolled his eyes. “Been a long time.”

“Not that long.” Bucky supposed that for you it hadn’t been. You had been busy since the night before you left. Bucky had too much time to think about it.

He found himself back in that same position of holding you close while his heart tried to put some distance between you both. It was unfair of you to show up and demand things stay the same no matter how much time passed between you both.

It didn’t mean he would refuse you. No, he thought as his arms tightened around you in your sleep, it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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