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Avengers x Teen!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,450ish

Requests: I put two requests together for this one. I hope that it’s okay.

1-What about one with the Avengers and reader (maybe they have super speed???) where the reader is a teenager and super stressed out for whatever reason so the Avengers decide to get them moving by doing something with water (like water guns, balloons, slide, etc) with them. Just like fluff, I think it’d be kinda cute

2-Can you write an avengers x teen!reader, where she lost function in both of her legs, which makes her really sad and depressed? The others have to help her with everything and she feels bad, so she ends up trying to do things herself, but gets hurt. Maybe steve and tony play a more significant role. Thanks!

Warnings: angst / fluff / paralysis / wishing to have died

“Hey Speedy!” Tony called over the comms. “You’re up!”

“Finally!” You exclaimed.

The mission had started almost an hour ago, and the plan had been for you to hang out in the quinjet until you were deemed needed. Which annoyed you. Even though you were barely 17, you had been a part of the Avengers for almost 3 years. Longer than even Peter Parker.

Due to some freak accident during the Battle of New York, you somehow ended up with super speed abilities. That’s how Steve and Tony found you almost 3 years old. The two were in the city for meetings and you were zooming around helping people and playing pranks. You thought it would be fun to do something to those two. But before you could do something, Tony and Steve had you pinned to the wall with part of the Iron Man suit. Apparently, their ‘meeting’ was to actually find you and bring you in.

The whole Team was interested in getting to know you very quickly and get you properly trained. Natasha, Clint, Bucky, and Steve handled your combat training personally, while Tony and Bruce tested your abilities and created gear that would help you.

Steve and Tony, though definitely not a couple, took on the role of your parents. You even had begun calling them as such. Steve was Pa and Tony was Dad. They didn’t always agree on exactly how to handle you. But they loved you and that was a step above your real parents, who you didn’t even know.

“Y/N! I need you to get in the building and get anyone and everyone out!” Steve instructed. “As fast as you can! I think the building is going down!”

“You got it Cap!” You responded.

Using your super speed you rushed out of the quinjet and into the building. You zig-zagged through each floor. The first few were empty, but eventually you ran into some people. You quickly helped them out of the building to continue your search. You were almost done with you sweep when you felt the building tremble. You paused, glancing around.

“Kid!” Tony shouted in the comms. “The building is going down. Where are you?”

“Uh… I don’t think you want to know,” you responded.

“Please tell me you’re not still in the building, Y/N,” Steve said.

“I’m sorry, Pa. I’m almost done with my sweep. Just one last floor.”

“No, Y/N! Get out of there now!”

“Just one more floor!” You sped away to get to the last floor.

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N,” Tony said. “Meet me at the Northwest window.”

“Alright. I’m almost—“

You suddenly heard a loud cry. You turned to see a little girl huddled up in the corner as the building’s tremor’s worsened. Rushing to the little girl, you barely missed the ceiling caving down and breaking the floor.

“I’m outside the window, kid!” Tony exclaimed. “You need to get here, now!”

“There’s a kid in here!” You retorted, grabbing the little girl. You sped to the window. “You need to take her.” You held her out to Tony.

“Not without you!”

“Just take her, Dad! Please!”

He quickly took her from your arms. “Don’t do anything! I’ll be right back!”

He flew off and the floor began to crack worse beneath your feet. You knew, even with your super speed, that you wouldn’t be able to make it out of the building without Tony coming for you. When another section of floor collapsed, you knew you needed to get out of there.

“Dad!” You shouted.

“I’m almost there, honey!” He responded. “Just hang on!”

The floor cracked beneath you, sending you falling. You grasped onto the ledge.

“Dad!” You screamed.

“Almost, there—“

“AHHH!”

The building’s roof collapsed, with the rest of the building following. You were pushed down with the debris, screaming.

“Y/N!!!” A multitude of voices screamed over the comms.

But you didn’t hear anything else, because you landed with a thud, hitting your head and blacking out before the rest of the building landed on you.

~~~

“Tony, come take a rest,” Clint urged. “At least drink something.”

You had been stuck under the building for hours at this point, with Tony working non-stop to try and get to you.

“I can’t,” Tony responded. “My kid’s down there.”

“Scott’s almost here, he’ll shrink down and see what’s going on.”

“I can’t afford to waste a second.”

“Stark, we don’t know if moving any of this will make it worse for her,” Bucky said. “We could just be killing her faster.”

“You don’t think I know that!” Tony spun around. “But she’s the closest thing I have to a daughter! And I’ve already let her down once today.”

“You didn’t let her down.”

“I’m the one who told her to go into the building,” Steve said, everyone able to feel the self blame in his words. “I did this to her.”

“Stop with the blame game here, guys,” Clint interrupted. “Y/N wouldn’t want that. Now, we need—"

“I’m here! I’m here!” Scott yelled, running up with Hope. “Romanoff and Banner got us hooked up to cameras and we brought extra Pym particles so that we can get her out of there.” He briefly made eye contact with Tony and Steve. “We’re going to get her out of there.”

“We’ve got this,” Hope confirmed.

Shrinking, the two quickly got into the rubble. The others rushed over to the screens so that they could hear and see what was going on. It was dusty, that much was clear. But the couple were quick to follow FRIDAY’s leads on where to go. The AI was trying to to its best to sense were you were by heat signatures.

“Miss Y/N should be just below,” the AI informed the two in the debris.

“There she is,” Steve breathed out, seeing your head on the screen. It was clear that blood had been, or still was, coming from somewhere on your head. “Tell us what’s going on guys. What’s her status?”

“She’s breathing,” Hope confirmed. “She’s scratched up, but it looks like the bleeding as stopped.”

“She’s lost quite a bit of blood,” Scott added. He turned, revealing her bottom half, squished under a large piece of cement. “That’s not good.”

“Shit,” Tony whispered. “No.”

“We need to shrink her before the damage gets worse,” Hope said. “Get on the other side of her, Scott.”

“On it,” Scott replied.

“You ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shrink her in 3, 2, 1.”

Your body was quickly shrunk. Hope and Scott quickly worked together to secure you to Hope.

“Okay, she’s secure,” Scott said. “We’re on our way up.”

“You’re going to want to get everything ready,” Hope warned. “We aren’t going to want to bring her back to normal size without being ready to work.”

“Helen Cho is waiting back at the compound with her team,” Bruce informed. “Natasha and I have the quinjet ready to stabilize her as much as we can on the way.”

“Steve, Tony, you may want to stay away. It’s worse than the camera’s probably caught.”

“Not a chance.” / “Like hell!”

“Hope is right,” Clint said. “Bruce needs to be able to check her out with out you two hovering.” He looked at Bucky, the two seemingly having a silent conversation. They both took a step towards the two other men. “When they bring her out, we can’t have you two going all papa bears.”

“We’re in the quinjet,” Scott informed.

Clint and Bucky were quick. Bucky went for Steve, fighting with him to slow him down. Clint quickly shot an arrow at Tony’s arc reactor, shutting down the suit and effectively locking Tony in it. While that was happening, the others raced to the quinjet, getting it off the ground before the four men could get there.

Scott normalized himself first before helping Hope with herself and Y/N. Natasha and Bruce were waiting, ready to grab you as soon as they could. You were limp in Bruce’s arms, so incredibly so that it scared even the Hulk to his core. He and Natasha worked quickly and efficiently together to do everything they could before getting to the compound.

Back at the site, the four men had slowed down their fighting.

“How could you do that Clint?” Tony asked, clearly hurt as he was able to get his helmet off. “You have kids. You should understand the need to be with them when they’re injured.”

“I do,” Clint replied. “That’s why we knew we needed to stop the two of you.”

“Whatever happens, it’s going to be hard,” Bucky said. “And they need to be able to fully evaluate her. It was either this or sedation… We’re sorry. We want to be there for her too."

~~~

It was two hours before Cho had finished running all the tests and an hour after that before Tony and Steve could wait at your bedside. You were all bandaged, bruised, and scrapped, but you were alive. That’s all that really matter. The test results had yet to come back, so the men had to try and be patient. You sucked in a breath, alerting the men to the possibility of you waking up.

“Y/N?” Steve softly called. “You there, doll?”

“Pa?” You rasped, head turning towards the sound of his voice while your eyes crept open.

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hi, kid,” Tony said.

You turned to look at him. “Dad.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I feel a hundred feet and then a building landed on me.”

“We’re not surprised there,” Steve commented.

“Hey, Y/N,” Helen Cho greeted as she walked into the room with her tablet. “How are you doing? Any unusual pain?”

“Well the drugs you’ve given me are trippy,” you replied.

“Drugs?” She repeated concerned, glancing at Tony and Steve.

“Yeah. I can feel my upper half, but my waist and below are completely numb. What did you give me, doc?”

Helen immediately went to work. She tore off the blankets covering your feet and immediately began running her pen up and down them.

“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to sit up.

“Steve, go get Bruce,” Helen ordered. Steve nodded and rushed out.

You looked at Tony. “Dad? What’s going on?”

“I-I— oh my gosh,” Tony stammered, hand covering his mouth.

“Dad!”

“We didn’t give you any pain meds, Y/N,” Helen stated.

“What?”

“We wanted to see if there was any damage done, so we didn’t want the pain meds getting in the way.”

“So… I—I… I can’t…” You began hyperventilating. “I…”

“Honey, lay down,” Tony urged, gently pushing you onto the bed. “Breathe.”

“I’m here!” Bruce said, hurrying in with Steve. “We need to get her into the scanner and compare it to the other tests we’ve taken.”

Helen quickly went to the head of your bed, unlocking the wheels. All of this was scaring you.

“Dad?” You looked at Tony, teary eyed, before looking at Steve. “Pa?” They both grasped one of your hands.

“We’re right here,” Steve said, bringing your hand up for a kiss as Helen and Bruce began to wheel you away.

“You both need to stay here, while we run the scans,” Bruce said.

“No! Please!” You pled, crying.

“I’ll be with you, Y/N. Tony and Steve just need to stay here.”

Bruce and Helen pushed you away as you begged and cried out for Steve and Tony. The rest of the Team rushed into the hallway to see what was happening. They witnessed you being pushed down the hall.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam asked, looking into the room where Tony and Steve had been left. Both men looked distraught, and absolutely heartbroken.

“Steve?” Bucky questioned.

“She… She… I…” Steve couldn’t pull his thoughts together.

“Tony?” Natasha questioned.

The man fell back into a chair, burying his head in his hands. “She couldn’t feel her legs,” Tony whispered. “She couldn’t feel her legs.”

“She thought they had given her pain killers,” Steve continued, whispering as well.

“Steve, sit down,” Bucky said, moving to help his friend. “You look like you could pass out.”

“I might… she couldn’t feel her legs…”

“She’s going to be alright,” Sam said. “Y/N’s a fighter.”

“Yeah, but… she couldn’t feel her legs…”

~~~

After getting you into the scanner, Bruce and Helen actually gave you drugs to help you calm down. You were asleep almost as soon as they were injected. The two doctors worked together to look over each scan and previously done test. Only to reach the same conclusion each time. You were paralyzed. This brought on a multitude of worries, but the biggest one had to do with your abilities. Would you ever be able to use them again?

After finding out about the diagnosis, it was the first question to leave Tony’s lips. Tony and Steve were standing outside your med-bay room, Helen and Bruce in front of them. The two doctors sighed, glancing at one another.

“No,” Bruce answered. “She wouldn’t be able to use her abilities again.”

What they didn’t know was that you had woken up just in time to hear Tony ask the question and Bruce answer it. Covering your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to stop from sobbing.

“She’s going to need help with everything, especially right now,” Helen continued for Bruce. “She’s going to need to be looked after. And I—“

“We’ll do it,” Steve replied, firmly. “We’re her family, we’ll take care of her.”

“I know that you two—this whole team, sees her as family. But this is going to be a long, hard road.”

“What are you saying?” Tony asked. “That we send her away? She’s almost 17! Who would be willing to adopt her at that age? Especially when we are her family!” He motioned between himself and Steve. “We are her fathers!”

“I understand, Tony. But you need to be prepared. She’s going to need help with the little everyday things. Bathing, getting changed, going to the bathroom. Somebody’s going to need to help her with it.”

“We will,” Steve repeated, still as firm as before. “Whatever she needs, for as long as she needs it. Whether it’s officially legal or not, she is our daughter and we will help her through it all.”

“I can make her braces,” Tony said. “Just like I did with Rhodes.”

“We actually believe that it would be more valuable if she learns to live with a wheelchair first,” Bruce responded. “Just in case anything were to happen with the braces, that she wouldn’t be completely helpless.”

“I agree with Bruce on this one,” Steve said. “She needs to be able to live in a wheelchair before she tries braces.”

“We will have her in physical and occupational therapy such, so she doesn’t lose all the muscles in her legs.”

Just then, Wanda rushed passed them, heading for your door. “Wanda?” Steve questioned. “What’s going on?”

“The pain,” Wanda replied. “She’s in so much pain.”

Following Wanda into the room, they witnessed you trying to control your emotions. Though it was clear you were upset. Tony and Steve rushed to either side of you.

“It’s okay, honey,” Tony whispered, wiping tears off your cheeks. “It’s okay.”

“N-no…” you rasped, shaking your head. “It’s… n-not…”

“Did you hear what we were talking about?” Steve asked. You nodded. “I’m so sorry, doll. You shouldn’t have had to find out that way.”

You couldn’t stop the sobs at this point. You had just gotten the worse news you could have imagined. You were paralyzed and know unable to use your abilities. In your mind, you were basically useless.

Steve quickly got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. As he cradled you, he tried to get you to calm down. He glanced around worriedly at everyone else in the room, who didn’t know how to help.

~~~

“You need to eat, Y/N,” Tony pressed, trying to hand you a plate again.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied, voice void of all emotion.

You had fallen asleep in Steve’s arms, where the two of you stayed until morning. Tony brought in breakfast while Steve went to get ready for the day.

“You need to eat,” he said again.

“I said, I’m not hungry,” you repeated.

Tony sighed, seating the plate down. “Do you not like waffles? I can have Happy go get something else. A burger? Fries? Ice cream?”

“I want my legs back.”

“Kid—“

“Don’t try to make me feel better about this. You have no understanding about how I am feeling.”

“I wasn’t trying to. I just—“

“Can you leave me alone? I want to be alone.”

Tony knew that you just needed a moment. So without responding, he got up and left, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall next to it, running a hand down his face. The guilt he was feeling was real. If only he had grabbed you and the kid, or if he had just flown faster.

“You’re going there too?” Steve asked, coming up to lean on the wall across from Tony.

“The guilt is real,” Tony responded.

“Yeah… I shouldn’t have had her go into the building. What was I thinking?”

“I shouldn’t have let her convince me to take the kid… but, I guess, feeling this way won’t do her any good now, will it?”

“No, unfortunately, it won’t.” Steve looked at the closed door. “How is she?”

“She refused to eat… I’m thinking about having Happy get all her favorite foods for lunch.”

“Good idea. Maybe we could even try the wheelchair out and bring her to the common area.”

“I like it.”

“I’ll let everyone know about it.”

“Yeah, I—“

“Excuse me, Boss, Captain,” FRIDAY interrupted. “But Y/N is in need of immediate assistance.”

~~~

After Tony left, you huffed. This was miserable. You didn’t want to be stuck in this bed. And, honestly, the longer you sat there, the more you needed to go to the bathroom. You just didn’t want to ask for help, you didn’t want that to be your life. Studying the distance between your bed and the toilet for a few moments, you decided to get there yourself. Besides, they hadn’t tried to stand you up and get you to walk, maybe this was all one big cruel joke.

Taking a deep breath, you flung your covers off. You pushed yourself towards the edge of the bed, helping your legs to rest over it. Other deep breath in and you pushed yourself off the bed, trying to stand. You immediately fell. Trying to brace yourself, you landed on your hands. One of your wrists cracked, failing to break your fall. In the midst of the struggle, your bladder decided to let loose, causing you to lay in a pool of your own pee. You clutched your wrist close to your chest as your door burst open, revealing two extremely worried men. You looked at them, with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I just wanted to do something by myself.” They looked at you with complete pity, which you absolutely hated.

“It’s okay,” Steve said, getting on the floor beside you, minding the puddle. He noticed your wrist. “Did you hurt yourself?”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll go run and get you clothes, sweetheart,” Tony said. “Steve will help you into the shower. It’s all going to be okay.” He rushed out.

“No it won’t,” you whispered as Steve scooped you up into his arms. “It will never be again.”

And Steve thought his heart couldn’t shatter more than it already had. As he lifted you, he could practically feel the weight that this was having on you. You wouldn’t look at him as he took you into the bathroom and set you on the shower floor.

“Can I help you undress?” Steve asked.

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes. This was your life now. Though you could undress yourself, you would always need help, basically be waited on all the time.

“If you want, I can go grab Natasha,” Steve suggested. “Or Wanda. Or, Pepper might even be in today. You love Pepper.”

“I want to be alone,” you mumbled.

“Y/N, I just want to help. Just let me help.”

“And I just want to be alone.” Tears were still falling, though you couldn’t understand how.

“Y/N—“

“Just leave me alone!” You shouted, pushing yourself into the corner.

“What’s going on in here?” Tony asked, bringing in the clothes with Pepper following.

“Leave me alone!”

“Why don’t you guys wait outside?” Pepper suggested. “I’ll help Y/N.”

Steve sighed, straightened up from his kneeled position and hurrying out of there. Tony looked at you sadly before taking his leave. Pepper shut the door and came to your side.

“What do you want me to do?” She asked softly.

“I want to be left alone,” you responded, frustrated and not willing to look her way.

“That’s not going to happen and you know it, Tony and Steve won’t allow it. Those men out there care about you and are so extremely worried. All they want to do is help.”

“I don’t care.”

She let out a small sigh. “Will you at least let me help? We need to get you out of those clothes and washed up. Especially since that wrist needs to get checked out.”

After a moment, you gave in and looked at her. “Okay.”

Pepper smiled at you briefly. “Okay.”

~~~

Apparently, there was already a hairline fracture in your wrist because of the accident. Your fall off the bed didn’t do anything to help it. You had willingly let Pepper help you clean up, but other than that you were still fighting asking for help.

The Team had tried to lift your spirits at lunch out in the common area, but to no avail. After that, you were taken to your regular room, where a twin bed had been added.

“What’s that?” You asked, you hadn’t spoken since the bathroom.

“Someone is going to stay in here with you until things start becoming normal again,” Steve replied, pushing the wheelchair further into the room.

“Normal,” you scoffed.

“Buck and I were thinking we could have a movie night today. Maybe try and watch all of the—“

“I just want to sleep.”

“That’s okay too.”

“I would be here too kid,” Tony added, “but Pep and I are working out somethings with the physical therapist.”

“What’s the point of physical therapy? My legs don’t work.”

“It’s to keep your muscles, so that one day you can get braces.”

You nodded, glancing around until you were staring at your tennis shoes on the floor. They were brand new, Stark designed shoes. They were meant to not wear as fast because of your speeding abilities. Your speeding abilities that you could no longer access.

“Can you do something with those?” You asked, pointing at them.

Both Tony and Steve looked over. They got a tad deflated after remembering how excited you had been about those shoes.

“Yeah, sure, kid,” Tony responded, grabbing them. “I’ll just put them up in your closet. We can—“

“No,” you interrupted. “I want them gone.”

“Y/N—“

“I don’t need any reminders of what I’m now unable to do.”

“Sweetheart,” Tony got down in front of you, “you can still, or will be able to, do a lot. You got lucky.” He immediately regretted his last sentence, even Steve flinch.

“I got lucky? I. Got. Lucky?”

“Y/N, that’s not what—“

“Get the hell out!”

“Hey, that’s not how you talk to your—“

“My what? Father?! Cause you aren’t, remember? Maybe you should take Helen’s advice and give me away! Might make it easier on everyone!”

“You are my daughter, damn it! Whether it’s official or not, or by blood!”

“Y/N, Tony—“ Steve tried to interrupt.

“No! I actually will say that you got lucky. You did because you have people willing to help you, willing to support you.”

“Well stop!” You shouted back. “Have you ever thought that I don’t want any of your help?! Maybe I think that you should have just left me down there to die! It would have been better that way! I’m basically useless like this!”

“Enough!” Bucky yelled, barging in with Nat. “Steve, Tony, out.”

With a glare sent their way from Nat, the two men didn’t even argue. You were refusing to look at Bucky and Nat. Half embarrassed that you said those things to the men you considered your dads, and half embarrassed that you were believing the terrible thoughts your mind was taunting you with.

Bucky and Natasha looked at each other, unsure of what exactly to do. You let them help you into bed before they left you alone, leaving with a promise to bring food later.

In the loneliness of your bedroom, you let your thoughts consume you. How you were now useless as an Avenger without being able to have super speed. How you wished they would have just let you die. How you wish they wouldn’t be so helpful, it was driving you crazy. How you really didn’t have any family, you were all alone.

~~~

To respect your boundaries, Tony and Steve decided to let the others help them. No matter how hard it was. It hurt them to see you struggling through everything and not rush to your side. Not that you would let them help, you weren’t letting anyone without putting up a fight.

Steve and Tony had had many talks since they realized you were wishing that you had just died. Tony had made sure that FRIDAY had surveillance on you 24/7 and the Team, besides Tony and Steve, were switching sleeping in your room every night.

It wasn’t easy on anyone, especially since you were having nightmares about being stuck down in the debris. Someone would wake you from the dream, only to be quickly shut out. The terrors would leave you trembling, sweating, and in a state of panic. But, with you not willing to let people help, the others were forced to watch you struggle with this.

Physical and occupational therapy was a whole other issue. You were rude to the therapists and unwilling to do anything. As the weeks went by, the Team could see the affect it was happening on your legs and they were concerned. Steve and Tony would watch each session from above, angry at the whole situation.

It had been two months since the whole incident, and you still weren’t showing any signs of changing your attitude any time soon.

“Come on, Y/N,” your therapist sighed. “What I’m asking you to do isn’t all that hard. I’m going to do all the work.”

“No,” you stated, determined.

“Y/N—“

“Why don’t you go help someone who’s more able to do things? Maybe someone who will actually get better. I’m sure they’d love your help."

“I can’t watch this anymore,” Tony said to Steve, watching from above. “She’s hurting herself.”

“You know we can’t force her to do anything, Tony,” Steve replied. “We have to let her do this on her own.”

“No, we don’t.” Tony turned around and headed for the room you were currently in.

“Tony! What are you going to do?”

“Use the hate she is harboring towards what happened, towards us, for her benefit.”

Tony burst into the room, causing you and the therapist to jump. You furrowed your brows, confused at what Tony and Steve could possibly be doing here.

“Hand me your leg, Y/N,” Tony demanded.

“What? No,” you responded.

“Hand me your damn leg!”

“No!”

“Fine!” Tony marched over and picked you up from your wheelchair.

“Put me down!” You tried to push off Tony. “Let me go!”

“Tony!” Steve called. “What are you doing?”

“It’s time for some tough love,” Tony responded. He set you down, not gently, on a therapy table. He grabbed your leg and began doing the exercises.

“Let go of me!” You demanded, trying to reach and pry him away, but failing.

“No! Don’t you see what you are doing to yourself? What you’re doing to those around you?! You are miserable and you are making others miserable! Yes, what happened to you was absolute shit. Trust me, Steve and I will have that guilt with us for the rest of our lives. But it’s up to you to decide how to come out of this. You ever fight to live, fight to find the new normal, or you let yourself whither away. And I’m not about to let that last one happen.”

“You may think you’re alone in this, but you aren’t,” Tony continued. “Steve and I, the Team, we all want to help you through this. Even if that means sticking with you for life.”

During Tony’s whole thing, you had began crying. He was right, you were making yourself and everyone around you miserable.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. “I’m so sorry… I just… I just wish…”

“I know, honey, I know,” Tony said, moving to pull you into his chest. You melted into him, crying. He placed a kiss on your head. “I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

“Don’t leave me, Dad.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve came over and grabbed one of your hands, gently kissing it. You gave his hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Pa,” you croaked.

“It’s okay,” Steve replied with a tiny smile. “No need to apologize. Just please don’t say that you would have rather died again. I don’t think I could take it if you did.”

“If I died or said it again?”

“Both.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Will you guys… uh, will you guys help me with my exercises?”

“Of course, honey,” Tony replied. “But maybe Steve should do the other leg, because I think I wore myself out.”

Steve stood. “I’ll exercise that leg better than you could, Stark,” he commented.

“Oh, you’re on, Rogers.” Tony swiftly stood up.

“Great,” you muttered. “Now this is going to be a thing.”

~~~

Now that you were accepting help, things were beginning to look up again. Not that things weren’t hard, but they were better and you could handle it all better. The Team had decided to celebrate, but wouldn’t tell you how. Wheeling your wheelchair into the common area, you found it pitch black.

“FRIDAY,” you called out to the AI, “can I get some lights?”

“Of course,” the AI responded.

The lights came on and suddenly you were being pelted with water from squirt guns. The Team came out of their hiding spots, laughing, as they continued to fire at you.

“Guys!” You squealed, trying to shield yourself. “Guys! St-stop!”

“Never!” Sam exclaimed as he made his way closer to you.

“Here,” Peter said, lowering himself from the ceiling. “Take this.” He offered you a large gun. “Save yourself.”

You laughed as you began to fight back. Suddenly, you were pulled backwards by both Steve and Tony, who were trying to use you and the chair as protection.

“They’ve turned against us!” Tony exclaimed.

“Help us, Y/N!” Steve added.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you, Tony and Steve worked together to try and defeat the others. The Team couldn’t stop smiling as they watched you act so happy. It was so refreshing. After the common room was all but turned into a pool, the Team decided to change and then meet down in the movie room to relax for the night. When Y/N had arrived down there, Tony and Steve had saved a place between them.

“Can I help you onto the couch?” Steve asked.

You responded with a nod and let Steve pick you up, wrapping your arms around his neck. He carefully guided you through the maze of lodging teammates to the spot him and Tony had chosen on the couch.

“Thanks Pa,” you said as he set you down. You pulled your legs up close to you.

“Not a problem,” he smiled, sitting down beside you.

Tony spread a blanket over you guys. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Of course,” Tony responded, leaving a little kiss on your forehead.

You curled up against Tony as Steve moved your legs to rest over his lap, allowing him to massage them. FRIDAY quickly turned on your favorite movie. You glanced around, taking in everyone around you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Though your life was going to continue to have its challenges, you were glad you had found this family.

Part 2

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Baby Bird

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request: i kinda had this idea for a warren x reader and if you were intrested or had time i’d be very appreciative 👉👈. (warren has his apocalypse wings) so the reader is a new student she’s very like shy and timid but very sweet and her only friend is jean, she just like refuses to converse with others. and her gift is her wings and they’re exactly like warren’s except black (kinda like he was the bad boy with white angel wings and she’s the good girl with black wings,sorry i love opposites 😂) and be just hates her because it’s a reminder of his old wings and mistakes. fast forward to like a day at school or party someone is messing with r because she never shows off her wings and then like push her or something and jean freaks out and tells warren r doesn’t know how to use her wings (super sad childhood with very anti-mutant parents) so then warren saves her and they talk more and get closer.

A/N: this is so late! I am so sorry! But I am finally getting around to all my requests and this wasn’t in my ask box so it got kind of lost and I forgot about it for a hot minute! I hope you enjoy it though! 🥺💛

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: underage drinking, teasing, anxiety, and mentions of poor home life

“Your grades are phenomenal, yet your class participation is lacking.” (Y/N) picked at her nails, looking down. Xavier called her into his office to “discuss her grades” but she knew that was the last thing on his mind. “I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but at some point, everyone has to socialize.”

Her head shot up, “I do! I do socialize.”

Sure, she ate lunch alone under the trees, would rather be alone than have a partner for class projects, and she didn’t have many friends— but she was new! Being the new kid was hard. Not to mention her parents were more than thrilled to get rid of her and her wings.

Her big, black, feathery wings, that she didn’t even know how to use! She hid them under baggy sweaters, no matter the weather.

Xavier gave her a look, “You don’t have any friends and you hide your beautiful wings.”

“Dr. McCoy and Mystique hide their true selves… and if Kurt had the chance he’d want to look normal too.” Charles sighed. “Look, um, Professor, I do— I do have friends.”

“Who?”

“Jean Grey.”

Saying Jean was her friend wasn’t a lie— however, Jean was her only friend. (Y/N) didn’t like to talk, and Jean read minds— easy friendship right there.

Jean had other friends and even a boyfriend. (Y/N) felt like she weighed her down or was charity work, but Jean always said otherwise.

Sometimes (Y/N) would sit with Jean and her friends. They were all kind and welcoming, despite her not saying anything. The only one who seemed standoff-ish was Warren.

Warren was tall and extremely handsome. Jean had teased (Y/N) for losing her train of thought more than once for looking at Warren and thinking he was pretty.

He had these huge metal wings and tattoos on his face. (Y/N) thought they could possibly be friends, mostly because they both had wings, but that didn’t go so well…

—

The one day (Y/N) wore a t-shirt, with holes in the back so she could flaunt her wings, everyone looked at her. She didn’t like the attention, but she couldn’t blame them for staring.

Jean’s friends showered her with a mixture of surprise and compliments with her wings.

“Can I touch them?” Peter asked. (Y/N) nodded, making eye contact with Warren for a moment.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. (Y/N) quickly looked away and frowned. Everyone liked her except for Warren.

Was he the honest one of the group though? What if all of Jean’s friends actually hated (Y/N)? What if they just put up with her because Jean made them? She was sure Scott didn’t like her much either, even if he never showed it. He was dating Jean and her friendship with (Y/N) probably cut into their time… Oh, God… They just think my wings are neat and soon as I stop showing them they’ll get bored of me…

Warren was glaring at something, and then he got up as left. Just like that!

“Is he okay?” (Y/N) asked Jean.

“He’s just being dumb. You know how boys are.” (Y/N) nodded, but she was pretty sure Warren wasn’t just “being dumb”. He probably hated her.

—

It was finally the weekend, and (Y/N) was hunched over her books on a Friday night. Normal for her, as Jean and her friends usually went out somewhere.

A knock at her door interrupted her work time, and she opened it to find Jean and Jubilee standing in the doorway. Jubilee was bouncing and had a bag in her arms.

(Y/N) let them in. Jubilee set the bag on the floor and started going through it— it was full of makeup and hair stuff. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to a party tonight, and you’re coming with us.”

(Y/N) glanced over to her work pile, “But I’ve got a paper due—”

“Two weeks from now. I have the same class.” Jubilee answered.

“Jean…” She whined.

“One night out won’t kill you. Neither will a little makeup and a cute outfit.”

“What?”

“Here, put this on.”

She examined the lump of fabric in her hands.

It was a dress.

“People will see my wings!”

“Yeah, that’s like the whole point,” Jubilee said.

(Y/N) sighed and slipped off her sweater, putting the dress on in its place.

“You look so pretty!” Jubilee cooed.

“Thanks.” (Y/N)’s immediate reaction was to fold her wings in tightly to her back, so they weren’t visible from the front.

“Relax,” Jean told her, soon as she noticed what (Y/N) was doing. Jubilee signaled her to sit down on the floor next to her, amidst a hundred different makeup products.

“I’m just gonna do some light, subtle makeup. Enough to enhance your features.”

“Thanks?...” The brush tickled (Y/N)’s skin, making her nose scrunch up.

“Relax your face. This doesn’t hurt.”

“Sorry. Sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

—

Everyone somehow managed to fit in one car— except for Kurt and Peter, they were racing to see who could get to the party first— Jean and Scott in the front, Warren, Jubilee, Ororo, and (Y/N) in the back.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but notice Warren looked a little flushed, “Is Warren okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Jean asked.

“His face is flushed. Is he just like, hot or something?”

“Or something…” Jean smiled, trying to act nonchalant. (Y/N) gave her a deadpan look through the rearview mirror. “I can’t tell you, but he’s fine.”

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Scott asked, looking back at her through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah.”

Scott nodded awkwardly.

—

Once parked, everyone quickly tumbled out of the car. Music could be heard from the inside. It was loud.

“I want to go home.”

“(Y/N) we just got here— dance with Jubilee or go sit outside with Ororo and Warren.”

“Warren doesn’t like me.”

“Not true… He’s just quiet.”

(Y/N) started to retaliate but Jean walked into the kitchen with Scott, and (Y/N) tried to not interrupt her time with her boyfriend, so she shut up.

Peter was playing beer pong with some kids. Jubilee and Kurt were dancing and both had cups in their hands. There was some wanna-be punk band playing.

(Y/N) decided to join them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

She waved her hand.

“You look nice,” Kurt said.

“Thanks.”

“I did her makeup,” Jubilee bragged.

Kurt giggled slightly, “Nice.”

The band was mostly playing covers, but they were pretty good. (Y/N) was letting loose and dancing along with Jubilee and Kurt.

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah!

Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit…

I'm traveling at the speed of light.

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you!

(Y/N) accidentally hit Jubilee with her wings. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine! They’re soft anyways.”

Don't stop me, don't stop me, don’t stop me. Hey, hey, hey!

Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh, ooh, ooh…

(Y/N) was actually enjoying herself. She was dancing and chanting incoherently along with the lyrics. She almost felt free.

The last time she had felt like this was as a child. Before her wings grew in. Before her parents deemed her a monster who had to hide. Before she lost everything she had. Before she decided to speak less was better for her.

She didn’t even think about any of it. She didn’t even think about how Jean was probably making out with Scott in a bathroom, or how Warren had been acting. She was having fun, and that was the only thing that mattered to her.

—

At some point during the night, (Y/N), slightly tipsy, made it up onto the roof with a few other kids. Everything was fine at first, but they were way too drunk.

“Why don’t you jump off the edge?” One of them asked.

“What?”

“Fly off the edge, birdie!” The other laughed. “Jump! Jump!”

“Jump! Jump!”

In the rooftop kids efforts to get (Y/N) to jump, people on the ground started chanting too.

“What’s going on?” Warren asked. Jubilee shrugged.

(Y/N) was terrified, wings folded in tightly to her back.

Jean came running up to Warren, “(Y/N) can’t fly! She can’t hear me either, she’s too nervous, lost in her own thoughts.”

Warren wanted to ask what he could possibly do, but he never got the chance.

(Y/N) fell off the roof.

Or maybe she was pushed off. Either way, it didn’t matter because she was screaming and falling and no one was doing anything.

Warren bolted and flew up so he could catch her in his arms. She looked so weak and tired in his arms. She was crying and his heart dropped seeing her like that.

Warren carefully brought her to the ground, making sure she could walk on her own. “Come here,” He gave her his jacket and wrapped an arm around her, letting her cry into his chest.

“I hated that—” She sniffled, “—I’m never doing it again.” Warren nodded understandingly, holding her close to his side.

“Let’s go home, okay?” (Y/N) nodded, still in a state of shock.

—

The halls of the mansion were like a ghost town, everyone was either out, asleep, or couped up in one of the many rooms. Warren and (Y/N) were alone as they walked up to her room.

“Why did you save me?”

Warren blinked, looking at (Y/N). She rarely spoke to or around him.

“Jean said you couldn’t fly.”

“Oh…” She avoided Warren’s eyes in embarrassment. So Jean told him to save me because I’m useless. Of course…

“You could have died, falling from that high up,” Warren’s voice was stern, but he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry…” She mumbled.

Warren furrowed his brows, “Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

“I inconvenienced you…”

“What? No!” He stopped to stand face to face, holding one of (Y/N)’s hands. “You could never.”

(Y/N) felt fuzzy inside. Was she getting sick? Was she allergic to Warren? Why is he so nice? Why am I so nervous?

“I’d do the same for anyone.”

Oh. Yeah, no, he doesn’t really like me… nobody does… “Right.”

Warren noticed her mood change, but he didn’t call her out for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed. Thanks for bringing me home…”

“Of course…” He coughed for a moment, clearing his throat. “If you need anything, um, my room isn’t that far—”

“Thanks, Warren.” She forced a smile. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

—

Warren slipped off his t-shirt, discarding it on his desk chair. He laid in bed, thinking about (Y/N).

What if he hadn’t caught her in time?

He shook the thought away as he tossed in bed, slowly falling asleep.

Warren didn’t hate (Y/N). He just hated her wings… they reminded him of his old wings. The one thing he wanted most in life… his new ones were a constant reminder of his past mistakes, they were the wings of a monster.

But Warren had changed, or so he thought. He hated seeing (Y/N)’s wings, despite them rarely being out. He was jealous and angry. Mostly at himself.

But (Y/N) didn’t know how to use her wings…

That was strange to Warren. Maybe there was more to her than he thought.

—

(Y/N) awoke to a knock on her door.

“Hggggg… Just give me a minute.” She groaned. She rolled out of bed and opened the door.

“Jean? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay! We got back late and Warren said you were already asleep.”

“Oh… Well, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay… Do you wanna come down for breakfast?”

(Y/N) glanced at her pajamas. “Can I get changed first?...”

“You look fine! Most of the group is still in their pj’s anyway.”

“Okay.”

Jean led (Y/N) down the hall to the kitchen where her friends were. Most of them were chatting amongst themselves or shoving food into their mouths.

“Hangovers?” She asked.

“Yeah some, I’m surprised you don’t have one.”

“I never said I didn’t.” (Y/N) got herself a cup and a plate, taking some of the food and drink available.

“(Y/N), are you okay from last night?” Jubilee asked.

She nodded.

Peter let out a breath, “Thank God. Xavier would have killed us if you’d gotten hurt.” (Y/N) nodded again, trying to just focus on the food on her plate.

“You’re lucky Warren was there to catch you,” Scott stated.

“Yep.”

“Is everyone going to keep talking about last night?” She asked herself.

“Probably. You could have broken your legs, or sprained an ankle— plus people like to talk.”

“Gossip, you mean gossip.”

Jean didn’t respond, she was too focused on whatever Scott was saying. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Typical.

Warren trudged into the kitchen— his curls tangled, wings almost dragging against the floor, and he wore the world’s most wrinkled t-shirt— he looked like he didn't want to be there.

He opened up a cabinet and took out a mug. He closed the cabinet door and moved over near the coffee pot on the counter. He took it and poured plain, black, coffee into his mug.

Then he took a sip straight from the mug.

“There is creamer and milk in the fridge,” (Y/N) reminded him.

“I know.”

“Oh.”

(Y/N) focused on her plate again, trying to pretend the awkward interaction didn’t happen.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering—“ (Y/N) quickly looked up at Warren as he spoke. “I could like, help you learn to fly.”

“Um…”

“No one would see us. If you’re worried about that.”

“Oh my god! You should say yes!” (Y/N) quickly twisted her head over at Jean and almost gave her the finger, but Scott was watching. So she just glared.

She didn’t want Jean in her head all the time. Especially at a time like this.

She looked back at Warren, “Sure. I have nothing else to do.”

“Cool. I have some stuff to do, but I’ll get you in a few hours.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Sounds good.”

—

(Y/N) looked through her closet, trying to find something she could wear to fly in. Most of her tops weren’t exactly wing friendly. She sighed.

She didn’t even want to do this— she just wanted to hide her wings forever and move on from last night.

No. No, that wasn’t true in the slightest.

She needed to learn to use her wings, they were a part of her, whether she liked it or not. She had her old life ripped away from her in exchange for the big black heaps of feathers on her back, weighing her down every day. She had to embrace them somehow. They were all she had.

That and Jean… sometimes. And eventually, she’d have to leave the nest and talk to other people.

Warren knocked on her door. (Y/N) glanced at her reflection— she still had her pajamas on!

He knocked again, “(Y/N)? It’s me.”

“Sorry! Give me a sec!” (Y/N) hurried and shut her closet, then opening her door to let Warren in. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, are you—“ He glanced at her clothes. (Y/N) instantly tensed up, insecure by his gaze. “Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“Uh… I don’t really have anything good for flying—“

“Just wear some shorts and a shirt with holes in the back. Nothing fancy.”

“You don’t understand, I have one shirt with holes in the back, and it’s in the laundry.”

“You sleep with your wings tucked in?” Warren gawked.

“Sometimes.” She defended.

Warren glanced at something shiny in the corner of his eye. “Grab a shirt you don’t care about.”

“Okay…” (Y/N) grabbed an old Xavier’s school tee.

“Give it to me.” She handed it to Warren. He took the scissors from her desk and quickly cut slits in the back of the t-shirt. “There. Now you have something to wear.”

She just stared at Warren.

“Are you gonna put it on or?...”

“Can you step out of the room then?”

Warren’s eyes widened in realization on what he’d set himself up for. “Right! Right, um, do you need any help getting your wings through the holes?”

“If I do, I’ll ask. Now leave so I can get dressed.”

“Yeah, right, right.” Warren quickly stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

(Y/N) huffed and slipped her large nightshirt off, throwing it on her bed. She grabbed the shirt Warren cut up and put it on without a second thought.

Head pops out through the first hole.

The arms go through the sleeves.

The shirt slips down and covers the chest and torso.

But the wing holes were new. (Y/N) tried to push one of her wings out but she struggled. It took her a bit of reaching back with her hands to spread the fabric a bit so she had more space before she could get it through the slit.

The second wing she had more trouble with.

(Y/N) couldn’t reach her arms back as easily to spread out the slit. And her whole wing wouldn’t go through since it wasn’t the loosest of shirts.

(Y/N) opened her door and peeked her head out. “Hey, I need some help…”

Warren perked up a little, following (Y/N) into her room.

“Just like, hold the two sides of the slit out, and then I can get my wing through.”

Warren did as she asked.

“We’re they too small?”

“A little, but also this isn’t baggy like most of my clothes, so…”

“I can make the holes bigger if you want.”

She dismissed him, “It’s fine. I’ll do it later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I already wasted enough time getting ready. We should go out.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah. We’re gonna be out for a while.”

—

They were standing on the roof of Xavier’s, looking out onto the grassy campus.

“So, uh, flying once you get the hang of it, is like a reflex almost… But uh basically, you just need to flap your wings, so you keep yourself afloat of sorts. Does that make sense?”

“Kind of.”

“Okay, um, just like, run off the edge—”

“Runoff the edge?!” (Y/N) asked, terrified of falling to her death. Scared of having a repeat of the night before.

“Just flap your wings, and if you mess up I’ll catch you.”

(Y/N) stood at the edge, peering down at the ground below. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe back up a bit, get like a running start first.”

(Y/N) did as he suggested, running off the edge. When her feet left the roof, she tried to flap her wings as Warren had told her.

She felt herself flying like a wonky baby bird. Somewhat lopsided with each flap, but she was doing it!

“Oh my gosh! Warren! Warren I’m doing it!”

She could see Warren still on the roof. He gave her a thumbs up and some encouraging cheers.

(Y/N) smiled, struggling to fly, but flying nonetheless. She looked down for a moment, and then suddenly realized she was many feet above the ground, in the air. (Y/N) panicked, and stopped flapping her wings for a moment, before she started to fall.

“Shit!” Warren flew off the roof to save (Y/N).

But it was a false alarm, for, by the time Warren was about to catch (Y/N), she’d regained herself and was no longer falling to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Um, it’s just really high up, I’m scared of falling again, like at the party.”

“Hey, hey, relax, don’t focus on the ground or your wings. Just— focus on me, okay?”

She looked at his face— his blue eyes, his plush pink lips, the dark lines adorned all over his face, and how he had a few untamable, blonde curls that framed his face— she looked at Warren’s wings and tried to copy how his fluttered and kept him aflight.

“You’re doing it!” He told her.

“Really?” (Y/N) was almost in disbelief.

“Yeah, you’re doing great!”

(Y/N) looked at her wings, realizing what she was doing. She was worried she’d fall, but it never happened.

“I’ll race you to the mansion next door.”

“Next door? That’s like several acres.” Warren gave her a knowing look, and then it all clicked. “Oh! Oh, you’re so on!”

Warren laughed and they both flew off at high speed, away from school.

—

They got back to the mansion after sunset, both giggling and playfully fighting about who won the race.

“I think I won—”

“Oh, yes, beginner’s luck, Baby Bird.”

She raises her eyebrows and points at him, “Aha! So you admit I won.”

“I may have let you…”

(Y/N) scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, you got me. I wouldn’t go too easy on you.” Warren was headed for the kitchen, but (Y/N) was going in the opposite direction.

“I was gonna get a bite to eat. Wanna join me?”

“Um, I was going to shower first…”

“Oh… I’ll see you later then?”

(Y/N) was suddenly very awkward and nervous, “Um, yeah! Pfft, of course, uh— yeah. Yeah!”

“Great!” Warren was also suddenly somewhat nervous.

“Great!”��

The two were on their separate paths, before (Y/N) turned back for a moment.

“You good?” Warren asked.

“Yeah, um,” (Y/N) kissed his cheek. It didn’t last long, but it left her heart pounding and Warren flustered.

“Thanks for today. I’m gonna go shower.”

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wolfstar-supremacy-innit · 3 years

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"Tell who?"- Part 3

Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:

5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him

The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.

Alternatively:

The Marauders are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, it's New Year's Eve and Remus writes a New Year's resolutions list. Sirius finds it the next day. The story is written from Remus' point of view. It's wolfstar and lighthearted. Kinda inspired by this fanfic.

This is part 3 of the story. I will be posting the other parts separately here and also the full fic on ao3 (I will link everything when it's done, check this post for that in some time). Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of anxiety disorder.

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy <3

I’m such an idiot. I’m an idiot. Why didn’t I lie?! Why didn’t I disprove it? This was it. This was the end of the world. He knew Sirius wouldn’t react terribly badly. He wouldn’t express disgust or resentment, not after Remus confided in him about how sensitive he was on the question of his own sexuality. But it would be painfully awkward. Their connection would never be the same; it couldn’t. Remus dreaded losing his best friend. But it was done. Sirius’ best friend was James anyway. Remus buried his face in his hands as tears stung his eyes. He settled into his new hideout and slept there for the night. He couldn’t bear to face Sirius.

In the morning, Remus made an effort to arrive to Charms class as late as possible, right as Flitwick was commencing his lesson. He slid into the chair at the end of their usual table, next to James. Sirius was on the other end. “Where were you, mate? You scared us,” James whispered. Peter was gazing at Remus over his shoulder.

Remus cleared his throat. “Sorry, fell asleep in my spot,” he said. In his peripheral vision, Sirius was leaning far on the table, trying to catch his attention. But Remus took it upon himself to laser focus on the lesson, his nose buried so deep into his notes, it was nearly touching the parchment.

After the class, he bolted again. He just couldn’t face him. He couldn’t. He returned to his hiding place and waited out his free period and most of lunch. He had to repeat his breathing exercises more than ever. Suddenly, Remus paused. Determination was rising in his chest. Then he forced himself to pull it together. It wasn’t like Remus to run away from his problems. If being a werewolf had taught him anything, it was that neglecting and avoiding your issues doesn’t make them vanish. Makes them worse, even. Also, Remus didn’t have a lot. He had his parents, music, books, magic, and he had his friends. There wasn’t much he prised more than his friendships with James, Sirius and Peter. Sirius knowing about his crush was thoroughly embarrassing, yes, but it wasn’t worth completely losing his friends. Plus, he was due for a shower. So Remus took a few more deep breaths, dusted himself off, and headed for the dorm. When he got there, nobody was inside. He took his sweet time in the shower, allowing the warm water to drain out more of his nervous energy. I can handle this.

When Remus got out, Sirius was there, lying on his stomach, doing homework. He looked up. Remus put on a brave face and said: “Hi.” Sirius’ worried expression was exchanged with a slightly more relaxed one. “Hi.” Remus sat on his own bed looking in Sirius’ general direction, but not quite at him, cleared his throat, and said: “Um, sorry I bolted. That was childish.”

“That’s alright,” Sirius replied in the tiniest voice. It was very unlike his usual loud, assertive self.

Remus wanted the bed to swallow him whole, but he pushed through. “We don’t have to talk about the... thing. Or acknowledge it. It’s not a big deal, really.” A lie. But it needed to be done. Sirius didn’t say anything. Remus was certain he didn't know what to say. Reaching into his bag, Remus retrieved his Charms textbook and started on his own homework. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius still looking at him for another minute, then he went back to work. The silence was agonising and tense, but Remus had known it would be. They would just have to persevere. After a while, Sirius asked: “Hey, could you help me with this? It’s Arithmancy. I procrastinated, and now I have to hand it in in half an hour.” Remus snorted. Their next class was Arithmancy, and only he and Sirius took it. So, Sirius was choosing to act like nothing happened. That was okay with Remus. “Sure.”

Only, as it happens, Sirius didn’t ignore it. Throughout the next week, he started acting a little peculiar. He was still loud and fooling around, but he would also hold doors for Remus, for example. If anyone knew Sirius, they knew doors were either held for him, or he would just swing them open and let them slam behind him into the next person’s face. Even James noticed it and asked him if he had brain damage. Also, a couple times at meals, Sirius would scoot his seat closer to Remus’, making their arms brush while they ate. The first time it happened, Remus blushed so profusely, he could see giant pink splotches splattered all over his neck and cheeks in his reflection in one of the large silver bowls on the table. Sirius stopped calling him ‘mate’ too. Occasionally, he’d ask for help with his homework, even though he clearly didn’t need it. It all made Remus want to shoot himself in the face with a hex. It seemed like Sirius was pitying him, and he despised it. It was somehow worse than Sirius being awkward and distant around him.

January’s full moon fell on the 25th, and Remus’ transformation didn’t go particularly smoothly. It was likely one of the worst ones out of all those he spent with his friends as animagi. He was fairly confident it was because of the whole Sirius thing. Just because he decided to deal with it didn’t mean it wasn’t taking its toll. Remus was stressed all the time. Not just because of Sirius, of course, but that was a key factor. When he woke up in the hospital wing the following morning, his friends were there. James rambled on enthusiastically about an upcoming Quidditch match. Remus didn’t really comprehend half of it, but still tried to nod at appropriate times. Peter piped in once in a while to agree with James or add something. Sirius, however, was completely silent the whole visit. About an hour later, Madam Pomfrey chased James, Sirius and Peter out, but Remus didn’t mind too much. He was knackered. He drifted off to sleep before the boys were even out the door.

Later that day, at dusk, Remus sat in his hospital bed reading a muggle novel when Sirius popped in. Or rather sneaked in. He was alone this time. “Had a free period. Thought you might want some company,” he explained. Elation started brewing in Remus’ stomach.

“Oh, brilliant, thanks.”

“What are you up to, then?” Sirius sat on the bed.

Remus lifted his book. “Reading. Not much to do here, really.”

“Sweet. Will you read to me?”

“What?”

Sirius smiled. “Will you read out loud for me?” He turned around, plopped on the bed face-up with his boots propped up on the railing at the foot of the bed. He tucked his hands behind his head, half lying on Remus’ legs.

“Oh, okay.” Heat sneaked up Remus’ neck. He read to Sirius until it was almost time for him to leave for his next class.

“Transfiguration next. Think I’m gonna gouge out my eyes if we don’t move on from teacup to gerbil.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You mastered it two lessons ago.” Remus rolled his eyes, smiling. Sirius let out a soft laugh.

“Moony...” He was now sitting on the bed next to Remus. “I feel like this is my fault.” He reached out and gently touched the bandage on Remus’ arm. Sirius was referring to Remus’ beat-up state.

“What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Well, because of the... You know... I mean, you’re upset and-“ Remus’ heartbeat picked up swiftly. They hadn’t so much as mentioned the crush since that day in the dorm.

“I’m not upset. Really. I just have a lot on my mind.” He searched his brain for something more to say to make Sirius feel better. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was Remus’ for letting this bother him so much. “It’s not you.”

“You sure?” His eyes were so sad; it was painful.

“Yes, Sirius, really. It’s not you, okay?”

“Okay.” After a pause, Sirius continued: “Oh, I almost forgot. Brought you something.” He smiled, finally. After rummaging in his bag, Sirius emerged with a stack of chocolate bars and dropped them into Remus’ lap. They were Remus’ favourite. Warmth fluttered across his chest. Sirius had to have ordered these from Honeydukes. Now it was Remus’ time to smile.

“Oh, brilliant! Thanks, Sirius.”

“No problem. Right. I better clear off, then. I can’t handle another detention with Minnie for something as stupid as being late.”

“Right. See you in the dorm then.”

“See ya, Moony. Oh, loved the reading. We should definitely do that again!” Then he walked out the door. Remus’ cheeks flamed crimson. He sank deep into the covers, yanking them over his head. He’s gonna be the death of me.

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After that visit at the hospital, another strange thing started happening. On several occasions, Remus caught Sirius staring at him, then quickly looking away when their eyes connected. In class, at meals, in the common room as the four of them sat in front of the fireplace doing homework. It made Remus very nervous and a little confused. Furthermore, with James’ upcoming match, Sirius and Remus found themselves alone more often than not. James either had practice or was in the library going over tactics for his team, and Peter loved tagging along. When Sirius and Remus were alone in the dorm, Sirius would usually suggest that Remus read to him. At first, they were in their respective beds, but then Sirius started sneaking onto Remus’ bed as he read. It made Remus’ heart thump every time, because Sirius Black in his bed, well. That was a sight to see. He would lounge on his back, one ankle over the other, hands behind his head, eyes shut, and listen. He never fell asleep. Occasionally, he would laugh or comment on an interesting segment.

One of those times, both of them were on Remus’ bed as Remus read “A Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert A. Heinlein. Sirius liked the muggle books. He was in his usual disposition, with half of his hair loosely and messily pulled back with a hair tie. Remus adored that look on Sirius. He was sitting cross-legged in level with Sirius’ hips, with the book sprawled onto his lap.

“Hey, got a cig,” Sirius asked as Remus was turning the page.

“Yep.” He used Accio to fetch his rolling equipment from his bedside table, placed the contents on the rizla and performed his spell. It rolled smoothly, the tobacco and filter tucked tightly into the paper. He’d been practising.

“Hey, that’s one thing off your resolutions list,” Sirius said, smiling as he accepted the cigarette. Their fingers touched.

“Well, technically, it’s two, isn’t it...,” Remus trailed off, clearing his throat. Christ, why did I say that?! He could already feel the blood rushing in his ears. Maybe Sirius wouldn’t get the reference... But Sirius pushed himself onto his elbows and peered at him. Remus pretended to pack up his cigarette equipment with intense concentration. Sirius sat all the way up and leaned so close, Remus could feel his breath. Nervousness sparked off goosebumps all over Remus’ skin. He swallowed thickly. Sirius smelled of mint and expensive shampoo. “Moony,” he said, and Remus finally turned to face him. Their noses were less than two centimetres apart. Remus’ heart was hammering against his ribs.

Sirius glanced at his lips, then slowly leaned in and closed the distance. Remus fluttered his eyes shut as adrenaline set his insides ablaze. The kiss was warm and gentle. “Sirius..,” Remus started, but the other boy just connected their lips again, this time kissing him more eagerly, and Remus just gave over. Sirius was letting him know this wasn’t charity; he really wanted it. He licked into Remus’ mouth delicately, grasping the back of his neck to pull him closer. Remus had never had a real tongue kiss before, but Sirius was leading him, and it all came naturally. Without warning, he felt tears burning behind his closed eyes. Remus had never, not even for a moment, let himself get caught up in the idea of Sirius liking him back. He knew rejection would shatter his soul, and he couldn’t let himself be torn apart by his own fantasies. But it wasn’t a fantasy anymore, and Remus was overwhelmed with the relief of letting go. Of finally allowing himself to crave what he'd been pushing down for months. His favourite person wanting him back. He entwined his fingers into Sirius’ hair and kissed him back intensely. They were both breathing heavily, then Sirius placed his other palm on Remus’ upper thigh. A tingling sensation shot up his lower back as he inhaled a long breath through his nose. Sirius was remarkably skilled, Remus noted.

Remus lost all sense of time. He didn’t know how long they kissed, it simultaneously felt like minutes and hours. Suddenly, they leapt apart as steps and chatter echoed on the stairs leading to the dorm. Sirius stood up and hurriedly smoothed down his hair. Remus wiped his lips with the back of his hand and frantically covered his lap with the covers. He was tight in his trousers. Christ. He wondered whether Sirius noticed as the heat blazed his cheeks. Peter and James trudged into the room, still talking.

“Alright lads,” James said, sauntered to his bed and started taking off his Quidditch robes.

Sirius cleared his throat, then said: “Uh, yeah. Brilliant.” His voice came out lower that usual.

"Bloody amazing practice today!"

“Oh, you guys Should have seen them! I could barely keep track of the Quaffle! Ravenclaw hasn’t got a chance,” Peter prattled on, but Remus couldn’t focus. His brain was whirring a thousand miles a minute. Holy shit, was the only coherent sentence his mind could congregate. He could still feel the the ghost of Sirius’ kiss on his lips.

Minutes later, Sirius returned to his usual banter and mucking about with James. If something different was going on inside his head, it didn’t show. A sudden arrow of disappointment and yearning shot through Remus’ chest. Was this just a one-off? His excitement dwindled for a moment, but when he glanced over to Sirius again, he was already looking at him. They smiled at each other. It didn’t matter anyway. Remus felt like this kiss could power his brain for all eternity. It had been like something straight out of a dream.

Part 4 will probably take me a little longer, given that I basically had the first 3 parts drafted when I posted the first one. Also 4 will probs be the last one. Hope you like it so far! :) <3

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youngbugandtonystank · 4 years

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I think Peter has a great development in FFH, and one that people sadly go through in the real world: struggling with grief but realizing life goes on. You suggested you analyze Peter’s grief in FFH and I would love that, emotional as it is, it’s inspiring for people going through the same thing. Please do it! Thanks

Hi!

I was going to do the Happy one first but I’ve been wanting to do this one for a while, so I’m going to start with this analysis. Hope you guys don’t mind. Also, I’m sure they were more asks about the FFH one and I’m sorry if I didn’t include yours in the list but my inbox is a mess right now, so I apologize.

As an expert-master of grief that I am lol I think I really can read Peter pretty well in this movie, one of the reasons I was avoiding this analysis was because it’s too painful for me hahaha, it hits close to home.

Now, let’s track this down. Peter is just a kid but this kid has been through so much, it’s painful. Peter lost his parents and was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, then he, unfortunately, had to see his father figure; Ben Parker, die in front of him and the result of that gave him a sense of responsibility for the rest of his life:

‘When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.‘

He's always walking around with a ton of traumatic and painful memories.

Let’s be honest, he believes he ‘killed’ his own uncle, that it was because of him that Ben is dead. It happened because of him from his perspective. So it’s natural for this boy to pass through a long process of grief but here’s the catch, Peter never does. Peter always avoids tragedy until it piles up to the point of unbearable. Peter bears with his responsibility and holds himself accountable for things that are not even his fault but this kid is not capable of processing grief the way it’s supposed to be. I think he wasn’t completely healed of his grief from Ben’s death when he met Tony but as the time passed and he saw another opportunity of having that amazing experience of having another male parental figure, he relented. And now I bet he regrets it.

I kinda wish FFH went into more detail with this so certain fans would understand why having Tony was a good thing for Peter. As he got to know Tony, he started to let him in. He saw him as a father figure and relied on him just like any other teenager would with their parents. Peter was starting to process of healing with Tony. One of the things I love the most about their relationship is that they helped each other grow. Tony learned and experienced something new when he met Peter and Peter started to let another figure into his life.

Many of you don’t like this but this kid did want Tony’s approval. He confirmed this himself:

In all the weirdness and outside-of-himselfness that went along with becoming Spider-Man, that one conversation with Mr. Stark had made Peter feel . . . okay. Normal, even. Something he never thought he'd feel again. Peter knew he should feel all these things without needing Mr. Stark's approval. That your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man didn't need the approval of multibillionaire, Super Hero philanthropists to help out the people on his block. But, right now? Peter wanted Mr. Stark to approve of him more than anything.

And this translates into the movie so well, Tony made Peter feel normal, made him feel understood and that he didn’t need to do this alone. Peter always feels like he’s the only one that can do things. He feels alone.

He looked from the ship to the other kids on the bus to see if anyone else saw it. Nothing. Just him. As usual.

He even described Ned as ‘blissfully ignorant of any imminent danger.’

So after getting used to just him and May, after meeting Tony, after getting used to being Spider-Man, Peter creates a sense of stability and normalcy that helps him heal and continue with his life at a semi-normal pace. In Endgame, he loses that stability all over again. When you lose something that is essentially keeping you together, you start using coping mechanisms to fill in the spots that you consider empty. The ones that are going to break you. Peter doesn’t feel ready to handle all of that pain at once so he starts avoiding the issue.

Peter not only lost Tony, but he also lost his life and remembers fighting in a big war where he got attacked multiple times by an alien army and the mad titan that killed him, Tony and half of the universe. Nobody is ready to deal with that kind of trauma. Nobody.

FFH tells us that it’s been 8 months since The Blip. 8 months Peter’s been avoiding things related to Tony and everything related to Titan in general. He doesn't want to feel the weight of all-consuming grief because one minute he had everything and the next, that disappeared, his semi-normalcy was broken up by waves of tragedy.

Notice how in HOCO he was desperately seeking the superhero big-league adventures; wanting to be part of the Avengers, fighting crime on a bigger scale, fighting villains and more, then in FFH, he was desperately seeking the normal life experiences; romance, field trips, school events, etc.

And I think everyone around him can feel that coming from him so they make sure to reassure him all the time and he gratefully accepts any kind of reassuring comfort he can get from anyone:

There are so many hugs in this movie, I can’t keep track of all of them. I was surprised Peter didn’t hug Mr. Delmar too, I think he even hugged his teacher on one occasion lmao

I think we all know who was the last person Peter hugged before all of this:

It’s really sad when he’s trying his hardest to avoid all of his trauma and nothing seems to work for him. He avoids Fury’s calls, tells May he really needs a break and that he really needs the trip, everything to get as far away as possible from New York.

Anything that saves him from thinking about this:

First, look at him. He’s in a room full of drawings dedicated to Tony Stark and the kid is talking about a plan on how to woo a girl, even Ned is wondering what is going on. Then he advises him to not do any of that.

Then, on the plane, he has to actually listen to his teacher talk about funerals and his only entertainment from the rest of the trip is:

Then he arrives and they get attacked by a gigantic monster. And Peter fights this monster. He hears his classmates discuss this and he hears them call Mysterio a combination of Iron Man and Thor. Notice how after this, instead of calling someone for help or find out where did that monster comes from, he just starts talking about his plan all over again, like nothing happened. Anything related to Tony is a big nope for him.

Unfortunately for Peter:

He’s everywhere. Peter is starting to realize he can’t escape Tony anymore. He told Happy that he sees his face everywhere he goes, this is not only confirmation that Peter’s been trying to avoid it but that he can’t no longer pretend Tony’s not there.

On every occasion someone brought up Tony, Peter couldn’t handle it. He either breaks down or has a panic attack.

He quickly gets attached to someone else and even tells Beck that it’s nice to have someone to talk to about the superhero world, who used to do that with him? Tony. Peter deeply misses him but he’s not willing to accept the fact that he’s gone, he’s just pushing and pushing that reality away from him. Beck is a great manipulator and he can see that Peter doesn’t want to be reminded of this so he pushes Peter back on the topic: ‘It's a hard path. You see things, you do things... Make choices. People look up to you... Even if you win a battle sometimes, they die.’

He even MAKES Peter see Tony everywhere, he’s using Tony’s death against him. He’s taking advantage of the fact that the poor kid can’t handle his father figure’s death:

You know he’s the villain and you what he’s trying to do, but the fact that even he can see what Peter’s trying to do is really sad. He later tells Peter this: ‘ I tried to help you walk away. Now you're making me do this…’ and proceeds to show him Tony’s grave, Iron Man’s zombie suit and tells him what Peter’s been thinking this whole time: ‘If you were good enough, maybe Tony would still be alive’

He’s dealing with two things at the same time: grief and trauma. His grief won’t let him breathe and his trauma is not letting him forget. It’s back and forth. If he lets any of these things in, then he knows he’s done for sure. Everything is going to come back in.

Let's check the boxes:

Peter doesn’t want to remember or touch anything related to Tony.

He doesn’t want to deal with his own trauma/PTSD.

He doesn’t want to carry Tony’s legacy. He feels like he’s not ready and feels like he’s never going to be ready for that.

He’s desperately trying to live his life even if he feels like he’s breaking apart every 5 minutes.

This kid needs help lmao

There are occasions where he spaces out, gets angry, looks like he’s about to choke, etc.

These are the symptoms of someone who’s dealing with PTSD.

When you’re dealing with trauma, you feel the need to shield yourself from everything that might hurt or trigger you. In some parts of the movie, I felt like Peter wasn’t even there. Just think about it. He disappeared and he felt himself disappear before anyone else did. He lost his sense of reality for a couple of seconds but it was enough, life took too much from him in just those seconds. For him, it was 5 minutes but in reality, he lost 5 years. On top of that, you can tell he feels guilty for Tony’s death as well even if its not his fault.

This is the part that haunts me:

And this is the one that heals me:

Let’s be clear, this movie is about Peter learning how to be his own superhero and learning that it’s ok if he doesn’t meet other’s expectations. But this kid still needs to process grief, he still needs to work on his traumas, he needs to get some help. He doesn’t just heal after defeating the villain and that’s it. Hopefully, we’ll see that in the next movie.

Ok, off-topic but I swear, when Beck said Peter looked stupid with Tony’s glasses, I was about to throw some serious hands lmaooo

Thnx♥

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boy-blu3 · 4 years

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A hero, only for a day - Peter Parker

Author: nerdymoose

Pairing: Peter x elemental!reader

Warning: ANGST!!!! Peter being tortured. Slight heartbreak.

A/N: I'm sorry in advance. Requests are open! Like and reblogs are always appreciated! Please don't steal my work! I hope you enjoy (✿ ♥‿♥)

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"I don't that's a good idea Peter." You said, Peter wanted to take you on a trip to Italy, where you're from but he doesn't know that. "I've never been out of the states." You lied.

"Come on, Y/n. It'll be so fun, I've been there already and it's so beautiful. You'd love it. I promise." He encouraged. It was almost impossible for you to say no to him, just one look with those puppy dog eyes and you were a gonner. "Please."

'I've been gone for three years, they can't track me, right?' You sighed, accepting defeat, "fine." The smile that appeared on his face was contagious, you were soon smiling with him.

"You won't regret it, I promise." He ran off to somewhere in the compound, not before kissing your cheek.

You were left to your own thoughts as you continued to spar with the training drone that Tony had built for whenever someone wanted to train alone. You found yourself losing focus, the drone started pinning you down faster than usual.

"MOM!!" You saw the life drain from your mom's eyes, her hands resting on your shoulders, the center of her beautiful blue dress turning a dark, almost black, purple stain from the loss of blood.

You hugged her close, not wanting to lose the only thing you had left in life. "Correre." (Run.) She said, blood seeping out of her mouth, staining your white shirt with the crimson liquid.

The drone pinned you down, it's cold metal hand, applying minimal pressure. You tapped out signalling that it had won. It got off of you standing straight waiting for your next command.

"Again." You ran, jumping slightly to kick it's head.

You felt all the air leave your lungs as you grasped at the arm that had a tight grip on your throat. "Dov'è?!" (Where is he?!) Asked the man, with such venom that it sent an terrified chill down your spine.

"Morta." (Dead.) you gasped.

"Bugie!" (Lies!) The remaining air in your lungs being ripped away as he punched you in the stomach.

You panted as you knocked the drone of its feet, it sliding against the floor. It got back and made a quick advance towards you.

You threw a punch at it, it catching your fist and not making any move to let go. The drone grabbed your shoulder and threw you across the room

"Come mi hai trovato?" (How did you find me?) You entered a dark alley, away from the public eye.

"Non puoi mai nasconderne, uno special." (You can never hide, special one.) Maybe it was the darkness of the alley, you didn't see the knife fly towards you until it was too late. A sharp, white hot pain coursed through your body. You collapsed, clutching the knife in your stomach, and the dark figure walked away.

"Stop." The drone got up from its position and stood up straight. You tried to catch your breath, walking out the training room to go shower.

"Babe!" Peter ran up to you. "So Mr. Stark gave us the- hey, you okay?" He noticed the speed of your heartbeat and the worried, scared expression on your face.

"I'm fine." You quickly changed your expression, a fake smile taking over your face.

Peter's eyes squinted in suspicion, knowing you would tell him what's wrong when you're ready, he decided not to push. "Well, Mr. Stark gave us the jet to use on our trip."

"Oh cool." Peter frowned at your lack of excitement. But still didn't question it.

Peter knew you always had something against Italy, he just didn't know why. He knew you were Italian, but he thought you were born in America, at least that's what he was told. Peter knew there were things you didn't tell him, like why some nights you woke up screaming, every time he held you as you cried yourself back to sleep, telling him you didn't want to talk about it the next morning. Peter respected your privacy but sometimes he wished that you would let your walls down and explain to him what happened before he met you.

You felt bad for lying to him all the time, you just didn't want him to pity you because of your past or just run away because you were too damaged. You always told him that he deserves better but he reassures you every time that he wants you and only you. But that only makes you feel worse.

"We're leaving in a week and going to be there for two." He informed, his voice no longer having any excitement, making you frown.

He went to walk away but you grabbed his wrists, "I'm excited Peter, don't think otherwise. There's no other person I would want to go on this with." You gave him a genuine smile, not wanting to upset him because of your worries.

"The feeling's mutual." He smiled and gave you a quick peck before running off to his room in the compound.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand, you turned it on to check who it was, not surprised that it was Tony asking you to come to the lab. You sighed, changing your direction and walking towards the lab.

"You messaged." You said walking into the lab seeing Tony with his back turned towards you.

"You're too unstable to go to Italy." He said turning towards you.

"No I'm not." You watched as he lit match setting it on the table, a single piece of on the other side of the table and a glass of water next to it.

"Trail the fire from that match onto the piece of paper and put the fire out with the water." He stood next to you.

"Yeah, I got that." You rolled your eyes. You focused on the flame, it started making a path towards the paper, stopping occasionally, the flame grew smaller as it went on. "Damn it." You whispered as the flame went away.

"Told you." He said matter of factly.

"But I can control all the others so easily, see." You took the water from the glass and splashed some on Tony's face, then making a miniature water dragon before putting it back in the cup. "Fire is the only one I can't control, but that's okay."

"You can't become an Avenger until you get a grip on your control for fire." He stated.

"That's not fair-" You tried to argue.

"Y/n, fire is your most powerful element, if someone pisses you off enough you can turn them into ashes. It's the only element that you can conjure from nothing."

"Okay, I understand. But Peter really wants me to go to Italy, I don't want to let him down, again. So I'm going, I'll be on guard the whole time." You said before walking out.

•• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• ••

"You ready to go, baby?" Peter asked walking into your room, holding his suitcases, with a smile so big that it brightened the whole room.

You let out a deep sigh, "yeah" Peter's smile fluttered at your simplistic answer, but it still remained on his face.

You tried to calm your nerves. It's been three years since you've been in Italy, you told yourself you would never go back, no matter what. But then Peter came into your life, you would bend over backwards for him and vice versa. So when he basically begged you to come to Italy, you couldn't say no.

He didn't say anything after your response, waiting for you to grab your last bag then walking out the room with you.

•• •• •• •• •• •• •• ••

"Hey baby?" Peter called out to you, his gaze had been on you almost the entire flight, yours never leaving the window. You hummed, finally looking towards him. "How come you've never told me why you hate Italy so much? I mean it's such a beautiful place."

"Um- Something happened to my family in Italy." You cleared your throat, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "It kinda changed our lives forever, and not in the good way, it was the whole reason why I was raised in the states."

"What happened to your parents?" You always loved his curiosity, but in this moment you despised it.

"My parents were part of this... Organization, I guess you could say, which made them hated by most and loved by some." You briefly explained. "The people that hated them wanted nothing more than their heads on a platter. They got what they wanted."

Peter listened intently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"It's okay, you were bound to know something at some point." You gave him a sad smile. "But hey, I'm actually really excited to see Italy, I remember my parents explaining to me how beautiful it is." You lied, you know how pretty it is, you also know how evil it is. You knew Italy like the back of your hand.

Your words put a smile on the boys face, it made your heart ache at the fact that you keep lying to him. You loved him. So much. But some things you had to keep to yourself, and Tony of course, he was like a father to you. You know everything you lie about will be revealed one day, you just hope he'll understand.

And the moment you dreaded had arrived, you were landing. Your heartbeat was increasing by the second, you could tell Peter noticed as he grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

'This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life.' You thought.

•• •• •• •• •• •• •• •• ••

You had been on edge for the past two days, always looking over your shoulder, staying on guard.

Peter hated it, the whole point of the trip was so you two could relax. There were a couple of times where he thought about going somewhere else, but you reassured him every time that you were okay. And to be honest you missed home, Peter found himself falling for your Italian accent as you helped navigate around the country.

You two currently sat at a cafe, enjoying the view of the water, until you caught a glimpse of a figure standing across the water staring at you. You started feeling uneasy, almost forgetting what the uncomfortable feeling felt like.

"Is everything okay?" Peter asked, eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted to the side slightly.

"Yeah, everything's fine. " You gave him a tight lipped smile and glanced back across the water, he was gone. Your heart dropped, "just thought I saw something." Or someone.

"Okay. Well I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back." He got up from the table, you gaze followed him until he left your line of sight.

You continued to search for the mysterious person, never once finding him.

"Ti ho trovato, uno speciale." (Found you, special one.) You would recognize that voice anywhere, it's the voice that appeared on your nightmares, that caused a shiver to go down your spine. He sat down in the empty seat in front of you, leaning forward. "Ti troverò sempre." (I will always find you.) He brought his hand up and caressed your face, you turned away from his touch, feeling tears stream down your face.

"Abbiamo il ragazzo." ( We have the boy.) You felt like you were going to throw up, your worst fear came true, and it was even more horrifying than any dream could be.

You didn't say anything, you couldn't. Every bone in your body was frozen with fear, you wanted to scream, you wanted to set this guy on fire, but instead you sat their silently crying, wondering how no one noticed what was going on. "Donati a me." (Give yourself to me.) He tightly gripped your jaw, turning your gaze towards him, "e avrai il tuo ragazzo." (And you'll have your boy.) He got up, going to your side of the table, his lips grazing your ear. "Hai dieci ore." (You have ten hours.) He walked away.

"Peter."

•• •• •• ••

The thick cloth bag around Peter's head was pulled off, the bright light of the room straining his eyes. He tried to shield himself away from the brightness but as he tried to raise his arms he finally felt the chains around his wrists and ankles.

"Rise and shine, pretty boy." A man spoke with a thick Italian accent, "I see why she likes you so much, you seem sweet." Peter tried to look at the man's face but soon found out that he's wearing a mask.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The man chuckled, moving across the room to a table. He picked up a knife, making Peter gulp.

"We want nothing from you. We want the girl." He walked back over to him gliding the knife down his cheek.

"Why?" Peter tried to seem unfazed, not giving him the satisfaction. Yet.

He chuckled again. "You poor soul, she hasn't told you anything. There's something special about her, she the only one of her kind left. We don't want to kill her, we want her alive, but she won't come willingly, so might as well use you as bait." The man quickly sliced Peter's cheek, making him wince.

"W- what do you mean last of her kind?"

"You ask a lot of questions, boy. She's the last of the elemental mafia, everyone in Italy is aware of the Y/l/n, they have generations upon generations of special abilities. The elamentals are the most rare, the most powerful. She's the only one of this generation to have all four elements. And she may be the last." He turned to Peter stabbing him in his forearm, Peter cried out, pulling against his restraints. "I'm done talking."

The man pulled the blade out making Peter groan in pain. His face was scrunched up, breathing heavily.

•• •• •• •• •• ••

"Tony answer the phone! You son of a bitch!" You held the phone to your ear, waiting for any sign of Tony, there were none. You groaned in frustration, anger, and fear. You pressed call again, the phone rung twice before you heard Tony's voice.

"Hey kiddo-" He answered joyfully.

"I need you to send me my suit in the next hour! Peter was taken! I have ten hours to get him back!" You rushed out quickly, not breathing once in the process.

"Holy shit! We're in a mission right now, if you need any of us we'll be right there. Are you sure you're stable enough Y/n?" Tony asked his voice filled with panic and worry.

"No no, finish the mission. I've got this, just send me my suit." You said, your voice sounded broken.

"Okay kiddo, it's on it's way. Be safe!" You hung up the phone, pacing around the room.

You were hyperventilating, your hands were shaking, every worst possibility clouded your mind. You fell to your knees and cried. Mad at yourself to even agreeing to the trip, frustrated that you couldn't do anything, and terrified that you might lose someone you love, again.

•• •• •• •• •• ••

Peter's head lulled to the side as he watched the man pick up another weapon. His eyelids felt like weights that he could barely keep open, every time he closed his eyes he got splashed with water or punched in the face.

"You would think your girlfriend would be here by now." The man walked to Peter with a blade that too shape like a hook. "I guess you're not that important to her after all." He sliced Peter across his calf, making him hiss.

"You're wrong." Peter choked out. Was he though? Peter couldn't help to think, if you truly cared about him then why would you lie about everything? Why didn't you explain to your past to him? If you truly cared then why didn't you warn him?

The man chuckled. Peter looked over to the door when he heard what sounded like a lock opening, the door open and another man, wearing a mask identical to the other guy's, walked through.

"Abbiamo un problema." (We have a problem.) The other man's voice was much deeper, scarier. They walked out of the room together, turning off the light, leaving Peter in the dark.

Peter could hear the conversation, but there was no point in listening, he couldn't understand the language.

The door opened again, the two men walked in. Peter couldn't tell who was who, not like it mattered he didn't know their names.

One man advanced towards Peter, raising his fist. The man punched Peter in the nose, making his head fall back. He punched Peter again across the jaw, knocking him out cold.

•• •• •• •• •• •• ••

You hid behind a wall, scanning the area. There were two men guarding a door. You looked at the one open window in the hallway and saw vines across it.

You weaved a, relatively large, vine through a crack in the old window. It traveled up along the ceiling, towards the two. It hung down and wrapped around each of their necks. They pulled at the vine gasping for air. When you saw them go limp you let go and walked to the door.

You opened the door, "Ciao, uno speciale." (Hello, special one) You were met by a sea of men, all wearing the same masks. "Felice che tu possa unirti a noi." (Glad you could join us.)

"It looks like I just walked into some freaky clown show or something." You said under your breath.

"Peter's in the next room." KAREN announced in your ear, making it unable for the rest to hear it. You looked at the door all the way in the back of the room. "He's being guarded by seven men." She announced again.

"Just turn yourself in to us and you can have the boy." The man said.

"Yeah, not happening." The one reason why you loved Italy, it's surrounded by water. Water started coming from the ground and windows.

The man chuckled, "are you going to fill the room with water until we drown?"

"Now where would be the fun in that?" Some of the water came up from the ground and was shoved down some of their throats, filling there lungs up with water.

Three men charged at you. One threw a punch, hitting you across your jaw making you stumble back. You raised your hand blowing one of them across the room, knocking him out once he hit the wall. You trapped another in a water bubble, watching him try and gasp for air, only for it to be replaced by water. You wrapped the other's arms and legs in vines, breaking each limb.

There were only four men left. "I see you haven't used fire. Why is that? Is it because it killed your dad, or because you're too weak." The man chuckled, knowing he hit a vulnerable place in your heart.

You were fuming, literally. Your body temperature started heating up, your fingers started forming sparks at the tips.

"Your mother hated you, she didn't know what to do with you. So she gave you away." He continued.

"LIES!!!" Three men lit on fire, burning as they fell to the ground. "She loved me! She forgave my mistakes!" You sobbed as you watched them burn.

"You're a monster." Vines wrapped around his neck, snapping it.

"I know." You shook your head walking to the door, you opened it and found two men holding Peter, with a bag on his head, and the rest standing around him. "I don't have the patience for this." The two men holding Peter suddenly felt like they couldn't breathe as you took all air from them.

The other were trapped inside water bubbles, drowning. You ran to Peter, pulling the bag off his head. "Peter?" You examined his face, seeing all the cuts and bruises. "What did they do you you?"

Peter groaned, adjusting to the light. "Y/n?" You nodded, more tears pooling in your eyes.

He looked at his surroundings, seeing the state everyone was in. Seeing you in a suit he's never seen before. "What did you- how did you-" He didn't know where to start.

"I'll explain everything to you later, but first let's get you cleaned up." You put his arm around your shoulder, helping him out of the abandon building.

•• •• •• •• •• •• •• ••

He was currently sitting on the bed in your hotel room, you sat next to him stitching up the wound on his arm. He had been completely quiet the entire time.

"I want to know everything about you." He spoke up, breaking the silence. "And no more lies."

"Okay." You looked up at him and took a deep breath. "I wasn't born in the states, I was born in Italy, I moved to the states when I was 16, I already knew english, so it wasn't hard. I had moved here because I was running away because of the events that happened here. These people were after me because of my abilities. They didn't care about anything else." You continued stitching up his wound.

"During a fight between them, I had accidentally killed my father using my fire ability. I hated myself for it, and I thought my mom did too because she sent me to a facility that was meant for people like us. I was there for six months, I broke out of there because it was absolutely horrible. The whole time I was in there they had my mother, they tortured her, trying to get my location. Once I found out, I went to go save her and in the midst of doing that they killed her. I held her while she was dying, she told me to run, she said that there was someone I could go to in the states, Tony. Tony took me in like I was his daughter, and he helps me get control of my powers and one day I hope to be an Avenger." You explained, Peter sat there and listened slowly understanding why you never told him anything.

"Were you ever going to tell me this?" He asked, looking a little hurt.

"Yeah, of course. I was going to tell you the day I became an Avenger. I'm sorry that I kept this from you, Pete. If I had told you sooner none of this would have happened. I'm glad you're okay." You said giving him an apologetic look.

"It's okay, I forgive you. But you're right you should have told me sooner, but I understand why you didn't." He smiled at you, "your powers are cool by the way."

You laughed, "I just got finished telling you my horrible past and that's what you have to say." You leaned up and kissed him, missing his lips.

"I'm not wrong." He mumbled against your lips. "Let's go shower." He stated, picking you up, making you squeal.

The end.

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nev3rfound · 5 years

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an old friend : b.b

brief summary: after the events of endgame, bucky feels lost until he meets you, someone who feels strangely familiar for a complete stranger.

word count: 2.2k (I went a bit ham, but I loved it) requested: nope, I had this idea today at work as I’ve not written much post endgame, and kinda wanted to explore it. warnings: endgame spoilers

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Ever since Tony’s funeral, Steve had been unheard of. All he left Bucky with was a small piece of information, that he had family out there and wanted to spend time with them. Bucky nodded, accepting the fact Steve had found a whole life in the space of three minutes he was gone.

Beside Bucky, everyone else had found a way to move on. Sam was the new Captain, a natural leader. Clint and Scott had returned to their families with heavy hearts knowing those they lost in the process. Wanda moved away, Thor went back to his town of Asgard. Everyone else was never around, not that Bucky socialised with them often.

It had been months, and Bucky still felt lost in the current situation. He began to speak to the kid more if he was around. Peter still couldn’t fathom Bucky’s metal arm, still thinking its awesome.

Peter was apart of the snap with Bucky, and despite them having few memories inside they do remember being there together. “You gotta get out, Sir.” Peter told Bucky, quickly receiving a look and clearing his throat. “Bucky.” Peter corrects himself, and Bucky nods weakly.

“Where’d I even go? I’m over a hundred years old with not a single friend at my side.” Bucky painfully admits, lightening it with a short laugh.

Shuffling on the edge of the roof, Peter shrugs his shoulders. “Get out there, just go for a coffee in the morning or something, Bucky.” Peter tells Bucky, his voice faltering as he realises he’s enforcing a decision on a man older than anyone he’s ever met. “It, it’s what Steve would want, right?” He weakly questions and watches as Bucky lowers his head.

“Yeah,” He comments quietly. “yeah, Steve would’ve wanted this.”

Since his conversation with Spidey, Bucky was determined to start living. He wasn't sure what living was in modern society, but he found comfort in one small spot hidden away downtown.

It was tucked away alongside a large wall of purple flowers that clung to the old brick building. He’d wandered past countless times, his eyes fixated on the ground as opposed to the sights surrounding him. But now he couldn’t stop his feet drawing him closer to the flowers, following their path toward a wooden sign.

The pale blue sign, scuffed wood as a chalkboard sat outside with fancy writing. It wasn’t trying too hard, but it was sweet.

Bucky took a deep breath before he pushed open the door, and that’s when his routine began. Silently, each day he’d walk out of the empty compound, FRIDAY being the only one to greet him with each passing as he went straight to this new spot.

Your coffee shop, ‘Old Times.’

The name was inspired by your family, their old nature and ways of being. Sometimes you thought you lived in the wrong era as pictures lined the walls of times before you were even a thought. You had listened to the stories your Grandparents told you. How they met in the war in differing circumstances, ones you admired and loved to listen to.

You knew your regulars, the pensioners and the veterans who wanted to talk about the weather or the weird bird they saw outside. Bucky watched quietly as you spoke to every single person with as much love as the previous. He was enchanted by your goodwill, something that glimmers in your eyes much like Steve’s.

Outside winter was creeping into the air, Bucky could tell.

As he walks down the route he can take with his eyes closed, he can see the flowers starting to dry up. He lets out a soft sigh before pushing the door open and giving you a half-smile as you greet him.

“How you doin’ today?” You ask him, still not having the courage to ask his name.

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as you work on his order, always the same cappuccino with a biscuit on the side. Sometimes if he felt like it, he’d point to a slice of cake, just so he could stay a little longer and admire you from afar.

“I saw the flowers are dying.” Bucky speaks up, finally feeling like he has the nerve to talk to you.

You glance over your shoulder, partly surprised to hear him talking back. “Yeah,” You mutter before clearing your throat as you nearly scold your hand. “they erm, they die during the winter, but as soon as Spring appears they thrive.” You explain, letting out a soft sigh as you dream of the warmer weather returning. “Can’t say I love winter.”

“Why’s that?” Bucky asks, despite his drink being in front of him along with the biscuit, for once he’s not inclined to walk away immediately. For the first time, he has the courage to stay. God, Steve would be proud.

Focusing on his bright blue eyes, you can see several stories beneath the surface. “It’s too cold, too dark and depressing. I always feel that no one shines in Winter. We all retreat.” You tell him, watching as Bucky leans against the counter giving you his full attention. “And it’s harder for most of my customers to come. They don’t have the strength to get here as it is, but add the cold and potential ice.” You wince at the thought. “It’s just too quiet.”

“I’ll still come, doll.” The name slips out of his lips too soon, and Bucky mentally swears to himself for messing it up. Yet, much to his surprise, you laugh lightly.

“Good to know.” You comment as you lean down, cutting a piece of cake and placing it on a tray. Bucky raises an eyebrow to you, and you smile softly. “On the house for the customer who’ll still visit in the dead of winter.”

Bucky smiles. “It’s Bucky.” He tells you, watching as you whisper his name, feeling it sounding as natural as you anticipated.

“Y/n. But you probably knew that considering my name is literally on the counter.” You chuckle to yourself before helping Bucky with his drink to his usual seat by the window.

In this one spot, some of the flowers overhang the small lane. He can hear the faint noises of the city, but also zone out from everything.

Sitting down, Bucky thanks you. “Can I ask you something, Y/n?” Bucky swallows the dread in his throat as you smile to him, wiping your hands across your apron.

“Anything you want, Bucky.” You respond and Bucky shuffles in his seat, motioning to the series of photos that are behind him, covering the wall.

“Where’d you get these?” Bucky turns to look at the photos he’d seen countless times.

Each photo contains a different regiment from the second world war, the war Bucky was a part of. The photos contain men, boys he once knew and witnessed die by his side. He knows he isn’t in any of them, his regiment went missing before they were offered the chance to have an honourary photo for their families back home.

You pause, looking at every photo. You know each of their names, most of their stories. When you bought the shop, you wanted to honour your families history. Your grandpa helped along with your grandmother before her memory became too unreliable to help. It left you with your Grandpa, his blonde hair becoming whiter with each passing day, but wit still as sharp as his younger days.

“My Grandpa served in the war. He, he knew a lot of the men photographed. He helped me get a lot of the stuff I’ve displayed.” You motion to a series of things you have.

Bucky looks at the old propaganda on display, the posters of the moon landing, the cold war, the turn of the century, and so much more. Seeing all of it makes him realise just how much he missed out on. He lost so much, he missed out on a world of firsts for everyone alive. But he was lost, a forgotten soul.

“What’s he like?” Bucky changes the subject.

He watches as a heartfelt smile forms on your face. You glance around, seeing an elderly couple and beside them, there isn’t anyone else in the shop. Bucky watches hesitantly as you place your hand on the back of a chair before pulling it out and taking a seat opposite Bucky.

“He’s probably the most amazing man I’ve ever met.” You tell him, and Bucky can see your eyes lighting up. “I, I lost my parents when I was a teenager. No siblings to be with so my grandparents took care of me.”

Wishing he could reach out and take a hold of your hand, Bucky simply nods in condolence. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” Bucky sincerely mutters, feeling his heart drop at the sight of sadness building in your expression.

“It’s okay. My grandparents moulded me into the woman I am today and I couldn’t be more grateful.”

The two of you sit together, discussing life for hours until the darkness closes in outside. Bucky feels like you’re an old friend, and as you glance to the clock with a gasp, he realises just how much time has passed you both by. He helps you close up, clear everything away. Secretly he doesn’t want the day to end, he wishes he could keep the shop open with you just a little while longer.

As you stand outside of the shop, you grab your helmet before walking toward your Vespa. “Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, Bucky?” You ask him hopefully as you put your helmet on.

Bucky stands with his hands in his pocket, a small smile on his face as he nods. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything doll.” He tells you and watches as you smile wholeheartedly before shutting your helmet and driving off out of sight.

Leaning against the flowers, Bucky lets out a sigh of content. Maybe things won’t be so bad after all. Maybe this is what moving on feels like.

For two months Bucky visits Old Times every single day without fail. He began to help out, working alongside you and opening up to customers who came in. You both would listen to their compliments on you making a lovely couple and shrugging it off despite the feeling lurking deep down.

Peter begins to see less of Bucky with each week passing by. He starts phoning him, checking he’s not died on him. Thanks to his Spidey senses, Peter can hear you in the background, your voice filling a room as Bucky’s hushed sentences become rushed. Despite him having more of a solid love life than him, Peter feels like a proud Dad. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Peter jokes on the phone.

“Peter, you’re 16.” Bucky reminds Peter, scolding him like a parent and Peter clears his throat as Bucky hangs up, turning back to you as you stand with Mr and Mrs Jacobs breakfast.

In the evenings, Bucky helps you lock up and you wander the city together. Sometimes your hand slips in his, other times his arm rests around your waist, holding you close. And on the odd occasion, he whispers something he’s too afraid to admit in pure daylight.

Your joy is waking up knowing you’ll be seeing the brunette with bright blue eyes. Bucky has become someone you never anticipated meeting, but are thankful you have. With each day, you can feel your heart binding with his.

Sitting in Central Park, looking up at the sky you’re resting your head across Bucky’s chest. “How’d you feel about meeting my Grandpa?” You ask him, trying to hold back your smile.

At this point, Bucky had nothing to hide anymore. You sat a month ago and listened to all of the stories Bucky had to share. He told you about his past, about the horrible person he was and how he’s still healing.

As he finished, you leaned closer and kissed him. “That isn’t who you are now, Bucky. People change, they learn and grow. We can’t help what happens when we’re forced to be someone else.” You told him with a full heart, and Bucky kissed you once more, not wanting to forget a single second.

Bucky glances down, raising an eyebrow as his hand remains on your upper back, fingers twirling your hair. “Really?” He sounds surprised, almost too surprised for your comfort.

“I mean, why not?” You reply, raising an eyebrow to him. “Is it too soon for that?” Doubt clouds your mind as you shut your eyes tightly, regretting suggesting it at all.

“Hey,” Bucky whispers, sensing you tensing up under his arm. “I’m just surprised you want me to.” He laughs uneasily. “Can’t say I’m the usual guy you’d go for, considering I’m over one hundred years old.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You may be, but you’re young at heart Buck, and physically so that’s all that matters.” You laugh lightly, and Bucky joins in, your laugh always has been contagious.

“Do you think he’ll like me?” Bucky questions as you relax back into his embrace.

Unable to stop your smile from growing, you nod to him. “I think you’ll get on like old friends.” You reassure him, knowing it’s a moment your Grandpa has been waiting for since you first told him about the handsome stranger with the metal arm. His oldest friend he grew up alongside, finally living the life he deserves to have.

#aww #im really pleased with how this turned out #and i hope it made sense #bucky barnes #Bucky angst #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers fluff #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #avengers angst

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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thehollowprince said: I am looking forward to seeing how this all unfolds, because its a great premise, though I don’t know if I would have attempted to juggle all the chimeras the way you are. Although, speaking of chimeras, where’s Theo? I have a hunch he’s the one “helping” Hayden’s sister, and I’m curious as to what happened to the other chimera? The big one with the Garuda talons? Belasko?

Belasko is long dead and gone in this, he was a willing accomplice/minion of the Dread Doctors and official in-story fate for him is that he thus eventually died from incompatibility with his ‘donor’ material the way several of the other chimeras did in canon and Hayden was going to without Scott giving her the bite. The reason the chimeras are all werewolves here is because as Corey briefly alluded to while he and Lucas were investigating the creepy Fae Murder-House, they WERE chimeras created/experimented on by the DD just like in the show.

And when Scott and his core pack of Malia, Aiden and Ethan plus the surviving members of Satomi’s pack who escaped Kali with them like Brett, Carrie and Lori, like....when pre-story, they tracked down the Doctors’ most recent lair in the hopes of finding Theo, who Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan hoped was still alive even though they believed he died in their original escape from the Doctors, they found the other chimeras and took them with them instead. Eventually, of course, some of them like Hayden started dying because of their chimera natures, and since the Scott of this AU has different issues with the bite and his werewolf nature because of how things went down here versus how they happened in canon.....one of the ripple effects of that is here he’s less opposed to offering the bite when it seems needed, and so he offered and they all accepted rather than risk the poisoning fate that they had no way of knowing whether or not it might happen to them all at some point or not.

The not in-story explanation for the lack of Belasko is I simply said, with feeling, “Oh FUCK no, that is NOT remotely what a garuda is, Davis you freaking hack, Garuda isn’t even something you can freaking pluralize since he’s a being not a supernatural species, and I already oh fucked no this with Hayden and your nagual shit and oh fucked no this with your wendigo and skinwalker shit and I just effin’ refuse to oh fuck no this again so y’know what, Belasko’s dead, he died, oh no, much sadness, no more ‘garuda’ chimeras. And what the fuck was even up with his plot vehicle of a power anyway, like why the fuck did you even decide that ‘garuda’ was the best and only match for ‘a supernatural being that takes other peoples’ powers.’ Like, we get it, you made the chimeras to be the X-Men story nobody was ever going to pay you to write, but Belasko’s no fucking Rogue, and know what? Now you did it, I just decided in fact he’s just dead. You only have yourself to blame. Shouldn’t have made him suck, then maybe somebody would give a shit.”

Ahem. Anyway. Yeah that’s the backstory for the lack of Belasko. In shorter news, Donovan also died offscreen simply because I was fucking sick to death of everything said about him and that stupid shoe-horned ‘schism’ resulting from his canon death so I just made the executive decision to just nope him out of existence and just Not with him instead.

The only other remaining chimera was Noah, the berserker chimera played by Jordan Fisher who as you know, I very much like and felt was wasted by the show, so he’s still very much around and kicking, as was briefly mentioned when they were talking about Hayden’s sister.. He accepted the bite the same as the rest of the chimeras, but he still had a home and family he felt missed him and was worth going back to, so he went home with Scott and the rest of the pack’s blessing and well-wishes. That was very much laid in there as a Chekhov’s gun of a plot point to pay off later. (Hayden of course misses her sister a great deal, but she suffers from some insecurities and doubts pre-existing from her and Val’s parents’ deaths that made her feel that going home would just mean danger would follow her there, much like the reason Scott left and stayed away from Beacon Hills. Whereas Noah doesn’t have similar reasons or Peter-related issues for feeling this way and mostly was just sure if his mother could hear him expressing such a sentiment, she’d ground the shit out of him for even thinking that was an acceptable explanation for staying away. He was always meant to show up eventually though).

ACTUAL SPOILER-Y SPOLERS I guess, if anybody is concerned on that front at this point, lmfao:

And yup, Theo is absolutely the ‘anonymous source’ behind Hayden’s sister suddenly deciding out of the blue that there was some clue to be found in New York. He did survive and has been playing a longterm game of his own all along, because I stan a villainous Theo who isn’t an inherently just evil or irredeemable character, but one who has believed himself to be the only one looking out for his best interests and used to doing so for long enough that he has as of now convinced himself he can explain or justify most any actions he takes for this reason, at least enough to satisfy his own conscience. I just find Theo incredibly more compelling as the teenage version of canon Peter to act as a foil to Scott, as opposed to the teenage version of fanon Peter to act as a victim to Scott, y’know, the way most everybody decided to view him as.

The spoiler-y part is that like Aiden and Ethan briefly mentioned to each other when they first showed up in Beacon Hills, Theo was one of the original DD captives in this universe, along with Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan - a werewolf being experimented alongside the other four by the Doctors, for their ‘unique’ traits. (Malia and Theo’s full-shift abilities, Aiden and Ethan’s ‘twin connection’ and Scott’s seemingly greater-than-average resistance to magic like mountain ash circles, with this of course actual being an indicator of his future status as a True Alpha. The one and only difference I made to Theo’s backstory here is that he’s actually a werewolf and not a chimera here. He was changed by a rogue Alpha’s bite at one point, much like he’d claimed originally on the show). Anyway, at one point, the Doctors’ experiments finally triggered Scott’s ascension to True Alpha by essentially pushing at his protective instincts in regards to the others.

But while this was something the Doctors were aiming for, having their own uses for a potential True Alpha’s power/nature, there was an unexpected side-effect they hadn’t planned for, given that there wasn’t much data for them to go off of when it came to True Alphas because of how rare they are (at least by the time the Dread Doctors came along, though that wasn’t always the case, as Alberich expressed to Lucas and Corey).

What they didn’t account for stems back to that long as fuck meta I wrote ages ago about how I view ‘the shape you take reflects the person you are’ in canon, and True Alphas. Basically, my take has always been you either are a True Alpha or you’re not. There’s no ‘level-up’ process, no ACTUAL ‘ascension.’ To me, TA just means like.....a werewolf who is ALWAYS more of a leader than ever a follower, since even other Alphas like Derek, Peter, and the Alpha Pack have demonstrated that at least before they were each alphas, they were all more than capable of and willing to exist as betas to another alpha, even if that alpha was just their direct predecessor and a born relative. Scott’s unique-ness within the Teen Wolf universe ultimately comes down to one thing and one thing only for me.....no matter how his personal views and morality evolved and changed over time, the one thing that was a constant was that no matter what, he was never willing to follow anyone he didn’t believe had a ‘right’ to lead him or command him, and he wasn’t swayed by the usual arguments of why a werewolf like him, a seeming beta, SHOULD view someone like Peter or Derek having the ‘right’ to command his allegiance.

Because even though he wasn’t technically an Alpha until 3A......Scott by Derek’s own admission was never really a beta or an omega. To be a beta, he would have had to ACTUALLY accept Peter or Derek’s ability or right to command his allegiance, which he never actually did, and he was never really an omega either, because as Derek said in S2, he realized the reason he had so much trouble convincing Scott to join him was he was already the alpha of his own pack. Since, like Scott’s later pack always included non-werewolves, there was never actually any reason why Allison and Stiles COULDN’T have been considered his pack all along.

The only reason IMO that Scott wasn’t a True Alpha from day one, is because he came into the werewolf world not having a clue what the ‘rules’ were, and from day one, every single person to fill him in on what the rules were, did so according to their traditional/more common views of how ‘things worked.’ He didn’t immediately reveal himself as a TA because he didn’t realize such a thing even existed, or it was even possible to be one, and so for a time it kinda existed....in flux, as it were. He wasn’t truly a beta or omega because neither was in his nature - he was very much a social creature, a pack entity more suited to being surrounded by others than a loner, but he was also not remotely someone willing to set aside his own views, beliefs or goals in order to follow someone else’s, even if the price for that unwillingness was being essentially outcast as far as both ‘normal werewolf society’ and normal human society viewed things. He simply reflected the IMAGE of being a beta or an omega, gold eyes and all, because as far as he knew, as far as he’d internalized as of that point, that was who he was supposed to be or all he COULD possibly be.

What changed this for him wasn’t just being made aware that True Alphas were a thing, albeit rare, like in 3A when Deaton first mentioned it. Because after all, the only REASON Deaton brought it up, was because Scott and others were ALREADY confused by the occasional flickers of alpha red they witnessed his eyes showing, like in the fight with Ennis, and technically, going all the way back to Night School in S1, where his eyes flickered red when he defied Peter’s efforts to mentally exert dominance over him and make him kill the others. Basically, just like when he matched Ennis blow for blow, even if just briefly, even though as the bigger, stronger, and more experienced and ALPHA werewolf Ennis should have swatted him aside like a fly, not just knocked him back a few feet......the flickers of Alpha red showed up just when Scott seemingly defied the ‘rules’ of werewolf nature and refused to give way to an Alpha’s dominance the way that most other betas and omegas typically were seen or believed to.

IMO its as simple as ‘at these times and others, Scott SHOWED that he was simply NOT a beta, he refused to follow any convictions MORE than his own, and he was consistently SHOWN to never truly be an omega, because how can someone be packless when someone has people already willing to follow HIM’.....and thus, he was a True Alpha all along, simply because Alpha was the only word left to describe him, even if he never inherited the ‘power’ from another Alpha or ‘stole it’ by killing one. The only thing that ever actually changed for him, was that he existed as a werewolf long enough and in enough defiance of ‘the way things worked’ that he just stopped ACCEPTING that beta and omega were the only two options that existed to define him, and he just for the first time fully internalized his own belief that he didn’t NEED others to define him, that it was enough that he just exist as he already was. His own self-image, self-WORTH, was all that he needed.

And that’s why the pivotal moment in which he ‘ascended’ to True Alpha once and for all, was basically when he was once again saying ‘fuck you’ to the ‘rules’ when he broke through Jennifer’s mountain ash circle, something he shouldn’t have been capable of. He was able to do it, and manifest fully as the True Alpha he’d been all along, because in that moment, he deliberately and with INTENT, like with full conscious awareness of what he was doing, that he was fully attempting to accomplish what everyone else claimed was impossible, he basically said “the rules don’t matter to me, the fact that everyone believes I SHOULDN’T be able to do this doesn’t matter to me, the only thing that matters to me is I’m going to do it whether anyone else believes I can or not. Only I and I alone get to decide who I am and what I’m capable of.”

THAT in my opinion is what True Alpha always meant, and its why Scott was the only one we saw on the show....because his narrative, deliberately from day one, was ALWAYS one of self-determination above all else.

So basically, the same logic and reasoning all applies to LC and his ‘ascension’ to True Alpha there....it was the same thing. He was one all along, but only became one when his conscious AND subconscious reflection of ‘the way things worked’ gave way to his stronger self-determination and refuses to just ACCEPT the way things work. And because here the Dread Doctors, like most everyone else in universe, like except for those like say, Alberich, because they just innately didn’t understand the real nature of True Alphas and what made someone one and WHY they’d become so rare (essentially, it became like a self-fulfilling prophecy - the more rare True Alphas became, the less of them there were because the less new and young werewolves believed let alone ACCEPTED that there was an alternative to following those they didn’t believe in, if they simply....refuted it enough via their own self-image).....but because the Doctors didn’t fully GET that Scott wasn’t just a potential True Alpha, but was already kinda a....True Alpha in-cocoon so to speak....they didn’t fully realize all the potential repercussions of them trying to PUSH him into manifesting as one the way they were.

And so the thing where it was mentioned that the twins, Scott and Malia all kinda ‘share’ each other’s unique traits now, with all of them able to full-shift, all of them sharing a lesser degree of the same psychic connection the twins do, and Scott’s seeming greater-than-average resistance to magic....that happened all on its own, the second Scott ‘fully’ became a True Alpha, and its the part the DD didn’t prepare for and didn’t understand. Because by not getting that Scott had already been an Alpha the whole time, they didn’t realize that these shapeshifters they’d been keeping in close proximity to one another, in shared predicaments, and clearly developing bonds because of it....like, just as Scott was already an Alpha by then, they were ALREADY a pack by then. They just didn’t know it, because well, a pack needs an alpha and they didn’t realize they already had one. So basically, they already HAD a pack bond, and thus when that combined with the Dread Doctors’ actual experiment and the kinda.....magical reaffirmation of Scott’s own self-image and alphahood rippled back through the suddenly VERY REAL and very CLEARLY real pack bond all at once, like it’d simply magically sprung into existence instead of just showing what had already been there in a different shape or form.....this all added together to kinda create this supernatural compounding effect. And thus, pretty much by accident, the Dread Doctors managed to completely unintentionally create a REAL throwback to the werewolf packs of old, like Alberich and the other Fae had ORIGINALLY ‘designed’ them to be.

Because just like the power of a werewolf comes from essentially being the supernatural embodiment of their strength of self, of their inner power, who and what they really are....(and why the shape an Alpha takes in the show varies so tremendously based on how the various Alphas viewed THEMSELVES and their own power)....

So too, is the power of a werewolf PACK the supernatural embodiment of the idea of the pack in full....the idea that the whole is GREATER than just the sum of its parts. Which is why the more werewolves get added to a pack, the more EACH individual pack member’s strength, healing, etc, increased as a whole. And thus here, that was true, but in addition, these various unique shapeshifters also ended up sharing the same traits that made each of them ON THEIR OWN fairly distinct....which actually is the way it was always intended to be, and once had been true of ancient packs.

(As of now, only the core pack of Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan share in this ‘level’ of their pack bond, but as for why that is, the answer is actually in the above explantion, lol).

So yeah, Scott manifested as a True Alpha, instant pack bond whammo, and reacting pretty much on instinct to the surprise this created for the DD, they escaped, largely by instinctively pulling on EACH OTHER’S individual gifts...because while the way the DD held them captive took into account their respective gifts, like say, Malia’s ability to full-shift, it DIDN’T take into account the possibility of all of them suddenly being able to full-shift without warning.

And then Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan escaped and spent the next several months wandering, stuck in their full-shfit shapes because they didn’t entirely yet understand what had happened or how, and so with that and the trauma they’d endured, it took them awhile to like....remember how to shift BACK, essentially.

At the time, the four of them all believed Theo had died in their escape attempt. But after they eventually got free of Kali and Julia, and had added the surviving members of Satomi’s old pack, they decided to try and track down the Dread Doctors in the hope that Theo was still alive....because now, with a better understanding of what had happened and what they were capable of, they were convinced they could still feel Theo through their initial pack bond.

Instead they found the chimeras and no sign of Theo, and with the urgency of at least getting these latest prisoners of the DD safe and sound, they kinda accepted that maybe they were wrong and it was just wishful thinking that they’d been so sure they could still feel Theo.

Or at least, Scott and Aiden did. Ethan and Malia, not quite.

You remember when Josh, Tracy, Lucas and Corey met with Malia in the park at night while Lucas and Corey told them about meeting Alberich and everything he’d said and hinted at, and the ‘offer’ he’d asked them to take to Scott? And how Malia firmly shut that shit down and all but ordered all of them not to say a word, because as she said, Scott absolutely would take Alberich’s deal without a second thought, to keep the rest of them safe, no matter what it meant for him? When they asked if that meant not telling the twins either, and Malia said yes because Ethan would agree but Aiden never would, and Lucas asked if this meant she and Ethan HAD ever before kept something from Scott and Aiden specifically and she said yes but refused to elaborate further.....this is what that was referencing.

Because when they went back for Theo and found the chimeras instead, Ethan and Malia ended up on their own at one point, and this is when they discovered that Theo had been a plant all along. Yes he was a werewolf in this AU, but he’d still ended up working for the Dread Doctors in exchange for getting away from the Alpha who’d turned him. They’d put him in with the others under the guise of him just being another experiment, in order to utilize him as a kind of control variable to nudge the others in ways and at times they expected them to be resistant to just going along with the Doctors’ latest experiment.

At the time, they didn’t find any proof that Theo was still alive after all, just this, so Malia and Ethan did still very much believe that he was dead at this point, same as Scott and Aiden now.....and so they felt that there was no point in telling them this and disillusioning them with Theo’s betrayal/complicity the way they felt betrayed by this information, and that it would just make things worse. They honestly felt they were protecting them by doing this, or at least Scott as he was the one they were concerned would take it the worst given how much responsibility he feels for everything and everyone.....but they also agreed not to tell Aiden as they didn’t think he’d agree to keep it from Scott. As Aiden in this AU is extremely ride or die from Scott and hates subterfuge as a general rule (but also, because hiding the info about Theo and this deal about Alberich is absolutely doomed to bite them in the ass, and Scott needed to have at least ONE of the inner circle who wasn’t hiding anything from him, specifically BECAUSE they knew he wouldn’t agree to it, just like Josh is of course, Very Not Happy about being asked to hide this stuff about Alberich and his offer).

So yeah, Theo of course did survive the original escape attempt and escaped himself and decided to stay that way and that he’d had enough of the Doctors’ ‘help’/employment.....

But also in no small part because he’d ended up getting hit by/included in the pack bond the same as the others when it manifested, and considering he was as clueless why as any of them at first, he had no doubt that if he stayed in the Doctors’ reach, they’d be quite keen to use him for all their experiments into why and what it meant regardless of his ‘allegiances.’

Ever since then, he’s kinda been on his own doing his own thing, and he had no plans to go after the others or do anything more to them at first, as this Theo DOES still have a conscience and while he believes in looking out for number one, it DID still at times ping while lying to the others.....but that kinda changed once he worked out for himself a little bit of what it meant that he still could ‘feel’ the others, as well as being more resistant to magic now than he’d been previously. Because to ACTUALLY partake in the pack bond that’d been created, that meant that at least some of the bond he’d ‘faked’ creating with the others actually HAD been real. It wouldn’t have been enough for just THEM to believe it’d been real, and him to benefit from getting their portion of things as a result, like he’d originally tried to convince himself. Because see, once he did track down the others and observe them from afar, just to test his own theories, he found out that just like him....Scott and the twins now could full-shift into coyotes, like Malia. That, after all, was what they’d all gotten from her.

But, they - and Malia - ALSO could full-shift into wolves. Just like him.

And that, they could have ONLY gotten from HIM. The others didn’t get just a full-shift ability from Malia....they got the ability to shift fully into BOTH their wolf selves, and a coyote version of themselves, due to how closely related wolves and coyotes are, and thus they just sort of manifest slightly different selves via that shared family connection. It probably wouldn’t have worked the same way if Malia had been like a were-bear shifter or something, but another canine, yeah. They don’t use the other shape much at all, because for Scott, Ethan, Aiden and Theo, the wolf is what FEELS most like ‘them,’ whereas the coyote feels like a comfortable, well-fitting disguise they can slip into from time to time, while for Malia its the same in reverse, but its still something they each have.

And thus while the others could make the assumption, given that they thought Theo was dead or dead and a fake the whole time, that both full-shifts came from Malia’s ability just combined with the wolf nature of the other three.....for Theo, there was no denying that the reality was that the wolf full-shifts came from him. From him - unknowingly or not - ACTUALLY offering it up through the pack bond....something that only could have happened as something he GAVE, not that they just TOOK. Something, that was proof that somehow, without realizing it, the bonds he’d formed during that initial time had actually become a lot more real than he’d convinced even himself.

And Theo does NOT care for that realization.

Because see, if ANY of that was real, on his end, that gave those pings of his conscience from way back then renewed life and intensity, and frankly, he doesn’t care too much for his conscience. Its loud and annoying and inconvenient, and he’d quite like it to go suck a dick when he’s being comfortably amoral and doing whatever he damn well feels like doing for no other reason than because he feels like it. But now the thing’s always peskily droning away in the background reminding him its there, and Theo unfortunately tends to make some of his worst decisions when he’s testily trying to prove to his conscience that you’re not the boss of me and bitch, I do what I want.

Plus there’s the fact that on top of this, the very idea of MUTUAL pack bonds gives Theo very icky feelings of things like...obligation, and concern, and other four letter words that he very much just does not fuck with, thanks ever so much. With the cherry on top of his “I Did Not Ask For This, Please Take It Back To The Kitchen But No Not The Added Powers Too, Those Can Stay, I Like Those” Pie being that, well.....like I said, the reason none of them or the Dread Doctors realized ahead of time that they were already a pack, is because a pack needs an Alpha.

Which in time, makes Theo realize, that if on some level, he’s actually and still actually PACK, in his own subconscious as much as theirs.....then this by extension means....on some level, he views and accepts Scott as his alpha.

Theo: OH HELLLLLLLLLL NO.

Which, to my mind, is why Theo was always the perfect foil for Scott. Scott is a True Alpha who THINKS he’s okay with following but in actuality is never truly comfortable allowing another’s will to supersede his own, and would rather be on his own than with someone he’s uncomfortable following. Theo is a lone wolf who THINKS he’s okay being one and would never follow anyone but himself, but in actuality, he’s never truly been comfortable alone and he’s willing to allow others’ will to supersede his own if they offer comfort that outweighs his discomfort with the idea.

So Theo’s around making moves in the background because he has his own agenda for Fixing This and making things more in line with how he’d like them. There’s definitely an end game for that but I wouldn’t say its total redemption-oriented as he has absolutely Fucked Stuff Up before this point and will continue to do so, and with gusto, because he’s kinda his own worst enemy, but neither is it outright vilifaction and death and/or total ostracization/exile-esque. Its more...Theo is very much still in flux, somewhat like Scott was between being bitten and ‘becoming’ a True Alpha, and nothing that doesn’t go smoothly is totally without consequences. Its just.....Theo’s complicated, and he’s going to remain so, but what that means exactly tends to change over time. But like, Malia is also complicated, and so are Ethan and Aiden, and so is Scott, and they are all very different versions of complicated, so.......basically all I’m saying is I don’t think I could ever write a Theo that’s fully a ‘Good Guy’ but as much as I detest show Theo, like the twins, its because he could have been written a lot differently and been a lot more compelling for it, all without ever being a ‘Good Guy’ and so I’m not actually all that interested in writing him as an out and out no holds barred villain either.

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SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE

MOVIE REVIEW

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

June 27th, 2019 the year of our Lord (whichever one that may be) I watch a spectacular movie that I can truly say that the awards won were well deserved. Spider-Man was the first superhero I can truly say I looked up too and he’s super duper awesome my dudes. I plan on rewatching the movie again so I can complete this post.

Man, this post is gonna be extremely long but it’s totally worth it!

I FUCKING LOOOVVVEEE THIS INTRO MAAAAAAANNNNN!!

“With great powers come great responsibility” - UNCLE BEN

AHHHHH THEY DID THE SPIDER-MAN 3 DANCE DEAD

YOU’RE MY SUNFLOWER!!!!!!!

The love that his parents give is amazing.

I’m glad to see an ethnic spiderman its dope that he speaks Spanish and English.

I understand that Spider-man is a vigilante

“With accountability comes great accountability“ - JEFFERSON DAVIS

He didn’t have to do MILES like that lol

DEAD THAT CLASS WAS QUIET AF

AYYYEEE THE CITY IS BUMPIN’ TONIGHT!!!!!

LOL MILES needs to get his face off that window.

Ayyee black people really do that stuff with that chill talkin’ being all smooth and shiiii ROFL

OOFFF

AHHH SHIT IT’S GOING DOWN WITH THE GRAFFITI AND THE SPIDER

SPIDER BITE

LMFAO BOOP!

Damn his roommate just loves to study.

That is a lot of sweat tho

“I’M A MAN.“ - MILES

Haircut looks cool though if you ask me.

“EVERYONE KNOWS!” - MILES

“WOAH SHE’S TALL” - MILES

PETER droppin’ bops huh??

OOOO THAT LANDING WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was some freaky shit when that spider glitched though. It kinda turned into a thriller movie for a minute.

DAAAMMMNNN a normal person would be dead

“Stanton Island maybe but not Brooklyn!” - PETER

You better catch him!!!

he better not say you only get one of th…….. AAAHHHHH HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!

PROWLER got a lot of balls flyin’ up on him like that.

WILSON FISK IS TOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!!!!

Dang, these glitches remind me of when Vanellelope has hers. (I think her name is spelled wrong but it’s whatever at this point.)

You know whenever people make promises they sometimes are hard to keep.

WTF HE’S BLONDE!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST KILLED… AHHHHHHH

ROFL “Yeah I think it’s a BANKSY.” - BYSTANDER

RIO is the sweetest mom ever.

PETER should not have gone out that way! MAAAAANNNNNN

STAN LEE R.I.P

Boy, you better not jump off that building that black in you bette… LOL, HE TOOK HIS ASS RIGHT BACK DOWN!

damn, he messed up the hard-drive.

Aww, I love that ominous blue and red lighting… good symbolism.

PETER B. PARKER

Spider-Man for the last 22 years

blah blah blah workin’ hard and fallin’ in love

15 years past

buried Aunt May

Split up with MJ

Seahorses mate for life

“Could you image a seahorse seeing another seahorse… and then making it work.” - PETER B PARKER

pizza is life

YEAH, THAT BLONDE SHIT THREW ME FOR A LOOP TOO!

“Adios” - MILES

DAAAMMMNN he didn’t have to do PETER B like that!

“Looks like a child dressed like spider-man dragging a homeless corpse behind a train.” - POLICE OFFICER

Aye, I fuck with the song that was being played through that guy’s headphones even though I don’t even know what it was.

“Why is your body another shape” - MILES damn that’s fucked up

GOOODDDDDAMMMMN THAT GLITCH FUCKED HIM UP!

These fucking sweatpants man

“DON’T PLAY WITH ME.“ - MILES (black people love that line lol)

“You good with that Spider-Man?!“ - MILES

“In my universe, this place closed 6 years ago. I don’t know why.” - PETER B PARKER (Probably because the restaurant has a C rating)

Was lowkey waiting for a roach to crawl across something

I LOVE THIS SONG!

“Spider-Man doesn’t wear a cape.” - MILES (He doesn’t wear sweatpants either)

How tf did WILSON FISK get his BIG ASS INTO THAT CAR?!?!?!

lol his booty jiggled a bit hehehehehe

hold up this chick sound like Jessie from Toy Story…

WOAH either she a freak or she likes pushing people

“And I for one can’t wait to watch.” - DR. OC (WTF DID SHE JUST SAY!!)

LOL, HE HIT ‘EM WITH THE ‘HEY’.

Aww, they’re having a bonding moment!

GWEN STAC(E)Y UP IN THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last 2 years

Joined a band

Saved her dad

Couldn’t save her PETER PARKER

Doesn’t do friends to save herself feeling.

Oh, we’re getting a little WILSON FISK flashback.

Damn, why is she driving so fast…

Something like that was bound to happen I’m sorry to say.

This dude really got some board shoulders.

SPIDER PEOPLE

Why does PETER B PARKER have on two different types of shoes?

BRUH AUNT MAY CAME FOR HIM!

DAAAANNNGG AUNT MAY THUGGIN’ HUH!?!?!?!?!

TRIGGERED

DEAD AUNT MAY has “HELLO MY NAME IS …” cards

“Wherever I go, the wind follows.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

BRUH JOHN MAOULNEY

SPIDER-MAN NOIR

Year: 1933

Job: Private Eye

Likes: Drinking egg creams and fighting Nazis (A LOT)

“Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips just to feel something anything.”

PENI PARKER SPIDER

Year: 3145

Has a psychic link with a spider that lives inside of her father’s robot.

Lost her father

BEST BUDS FOR LIFE

SPIDER-HAM

PETER PORKER

Bitten by a radioactive pig

Photographer for the Daily Beagle

Usually, when he’s not working like a dog he chasing a story

Likes to frolic and dance while doing it in his pants.

SAD FACE EMOJI

if stitch had a glitch lol

PETER B PARKER really puttin’ MILES on blast.

STOP FUCKING CROWDING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

This movie is back on their spooky ooky shit

Damn only if he knew his uncle was the PROWLER...

LOL, THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!

RUN BOY RUN THIS WORLD ISN’T MEAN FOR YOU!

BRUH PENI’S FACE!!!

“This is a pretty hardcore origin story.“ - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

“We don’t pick the ballroom we just dance.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

OOOFFF WHEN AUNT MAY SAYS TAKE IT OUTSIDE SHE MEANS IT!

Of course, MILES dad is on the way

OH, SHIT SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING FACE!!!

OH, FUCK!!!!!!

How the fuck you gonna be flying around without some type of bulletproof vest. DAMN SMH

Man, a kid should not be seeing someone die right in front of them.

JEFFERSON didn’t deserve to find his brother that way.

I’m glad they’re having a heart to heart to him. But that room is too small

“MILES the hardest part about this job is that you can’t save everyone“ - SPIDER-HAM

“Do animals talk in this dimension because I don’t want to freak him out.“ - SPIDER-HAM

Let the bodies hit the floor.

“A leap of faith” - PETER B PARKER

At least his dad came by to speak to him.

He had that boy fucked up again!

AUNT MAY A THUG BRO!!!!

THIS SONG IS GETTIN’ ME HYPED UP AND I’M NOT EVEN IN THE FUCKING MOVIE!

Man them taking the bus is really killin’ me

Bruh the waiter

ROFL

BATTLE ROYALE BABY!!!!

YEAH MILES

“Do you have a problem with cartoons?!?!” - SPIDER-HAM

PENI I’m sorry to say but your BUD FOR LIFE is gone.

MILES is a smooth criminal!!

WILSON FISK BIG MAD!!

I find it so cool that each time they jumped back into the portal it was reflected off of them.

ROFL “That’s all folks” “Is he allowed to say that legally?”

WILSON FISK always tryin’ to hurt somebody damn!

NOBODY TOOK YOUR FUCKING FAMILY BITCH THAT WAS YOU! IF YOU TRULY KNEW YOUR WIFE YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SHE DIDNT GET JIGGY WITH THAT SHIT PERIOD!

THE SHOULDER TOUCH

MILES did that (with help of course)

C-Mobile = T-Moblie hehehehehehe

BRUH HE DID WILSON FISK DIRTY!!!

MILES MORALES

SPIDER-MAN for 2 days

Finally, finished his essay

Saved a lot of people

Spent time with his father

Got hit by a drone as well

Had a proper meeting with his roommate

Slapped his sticker where his dad won’t find it

Will always remember his friends.

“Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before I hope you know that now.“ SPIDER-MAN (MILES)

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Y’ALL THERE WAS A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM! Everything and I mean EVERYTHING! So thankful I was able to salvage a little bit of it back. I really do wish I was able to get what I said at the end because I meant it. :(

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EDIT: I was fast forwarding through the movie to get it off of my “continue watching” list and I discovered something at the end! So I’ll be making a bit of an edit. (This is a reminder that you need to ALWAYS STAY AT THE END OF EVERY MARVEL! (smh I made a rookie mistake))

James Blake has such an amazing voice

MEANWHILE IN NUEVA YORK

“I was gone for less than 2 hours.” - MAN

THE BEST LESS 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE!

oooo the man’s name is MIGUEL

Earth ‘67

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH THE MEME THE MEME!!!!!!!!!!

“How dare you point at me!” - SPIDER-MAN

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Growing Pains. Part 3c

"You're just trying to butter me up..!" She giggled, feeling his hands roaming and something else pressing against the underside of her thigh as she sat across his lap.

“I’m not. I’m trying to make you feel better. More sexy and confident. Don’t forget Mrs F, you’re wank bank material. You sexy milf!”

"Charlie!" She blushed.

“What?”

"Stop finding that so funny!" She whined, pouting at him.

“Does it not even make you a tiny bit wet?” He whispered.

"I prefer men not boys." She smirked.

“A certain man with a certain cock.” He whispered and kissed her earlobe.

"So long as he doesn't keel over on me again. Which he will do if he keeps up with these!" She remarked, gesturing with the cigarette that was still in her hand.

“I only have one. Or two. Just when I’m sad and need to think about things.” His hand moved up her and groped her breast, “I could just fuck you right now.”

"So I did make you sad?" She sighed.

“No I...” He paused, “I didn’t know what to do or how to broach the elephant in the room without you taking my head off.”

"I just hate that it's always there looming over us like a shadow - that it's the first thing your mind jumps to."

“Your weight?”

"That you think I'm gunna relapse."

“I worry that you will relapse and I won’t notice.”

"I can't seem to hide anything from you for long."

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.”

"Its probably a good thing. It's those blue eyes of yours, they do funny things to me!"

“Just like your green eyes do funny things to me.”

"You don't seem to be looking at my eyes most of the time." She teased.

“No it’s your breasts and arse.” He admitted.

She giggled before giving him a kiss. Pulling back she wrinkled her nose. "You taste like an ashtray!"

“Sorry Mrs F.” He cupped her breast again, “Do you fancy going upstairs and... reacquainting ourselves with one another?”

"We're supposed to be watching a film with the girls..." She reminded him, a naughty twinkle in her eyes.

“We’ll watch the final film with them.” He smirked.

"You never know what might be in store for you later." She smiled as she stood up from his lap and handed the cigarette back to him.

“I look forward to finding out.”

11pm

Peter had gone out into town with a few of his friends from work.

"Fancy a round of shots?" His colleague Damian asked.

“Yeah why not?”

Damian ordered the drinks and placed two in front of Peter. "Get those down your neck and go talk to that blonde who's been giving you the eye for the past hour!" He encouraged.

“What blonde?” Peter asked before he knocked back the two shots with Damian.

"Her over there." Damian attempted to point her out subtlely.

Peter followed Damian and nodded. “Alright, I will.” He took a few seconds but he found himself heading over to the girl.

She gave him a dazzling smile as he approached. "Hi."

“I’m Peter.” He smiled, “You look gorgeous:”

"Thanks. I'm Holly."

“Can I buy you a drink?”

"Sure. Vodka and coke please."

He smiled and went to the bar. He ordered two vodka and cokes and a short while later, returned to Holly. “You here alone?”

"With a couple of mates. You?"

“Yeah, same. You from around here? Holby I mean.”

"Yeh, grew up round here. Came back a few months ago after uni. Are you from Holby?"

“Lived here all my life.” He smiled, “What did you study?”

"I just qualified as a vet."

“Oh woah. A vet? Congratulations.”

"Thanks. What do you do?"

Peter sipped his drink, “I studied chemical engineering at Uni, I work in that sector.” He blushed.

"Cool." She leaned slightly closer to Peter. "This place is really rubbish, do you know any better bars or clubs?"

“Yeah. I know a better bar we can go to if you fancy it?”

"Sure. Lead the way!" She giggled.

He finished his drink and held his hand out for her.

She took hold of his hand. "Aren't you going to tell your mate that you're leaving?" She giggled as she allowed him to lead her outside.

“Nah. He knows. He was the one who encouraged me to come and talk to you.” As they left the club and got further into town, Holly began to shiver. So Peter took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Thanks." She smiled.

“It’s alright.” He took her to a bar just by the river on the outskirts of town. “Another vodka and coke or something else?”

"Another vodka and coke thanks."

He didn’t let go of her hand as they waited to be served. His thumb stroking the back of her hand.

"I've not been here before, it's nice." She remarked.

“It’s my first time here too.” He admitted.

"But you said..?" She giggled.

“That I knew a better bar?” He laughed gently, “I remember my mates telling me it was a good place. Kinda figured it would be a good idea to try it out.”

"Ah, thought you'd chance it?" She smiled.

“Yeah.” He smiled.

Eventually they managed to get served and found a spot by one of the windows overlooking the river.

He found himself gazing at her. Damn, she was gorgeous!

"Like what you see?"

“Yeah, you’re really pretty.”

"I thought seeing as how it's new year's I'd best make an effort."

“You look good! Great in fact. That dress suits you.”

"It wasn't just the dress I made an effort with." She winked.

Peter nearly choked on his drink. “Do I get to see what’s under your dress at some point?”

"Depends..."

“Depends on?”

"Well, it takes more than buying me a few drinks."

“I’d like to take you out for dinner one night.”

"I'd like that." She smiled, moving closer to him.

He met her eye and then looked at her lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, a little nervous. For the first time in a long while, he really liked someone who wasn’t Sarah.

"I was hoping that you would ever since you first came over." She smiled.

He smiled and lent forward, his lips brushing against hers.

She slipped her hand around his neck as she kissed him back.

He deepened the kiss, his hands on her waist.

Holly moved her other hand to grope Peter's arse.

He slid his tongue into her mouth.

Her tongue dueled with his. She was pleased to discover that he was a great kisser in addition to being really fit.

Eventually pulling away to catch their breaths, Peter let out a small giggle.

The general hubub in the bar was getting louder - it was almost midnight.

They began to count down for new year.

12am

"Happy New Year!!" Tilly and Lottie yelled as they watched the fireworks display on the TV.

“Happy new year, you troublesome three.” Charlie smiled brightly at his three daughters. “Happy New Year, baby.” He kissed Duffy tenderly.

"Happy New Year." Duffy smiled, snuggling up closer to him under the blanket that lay over them.

“Here’s to another year with you and our children, driving me crazy.”

"Cheeky! You're the one that drives me crazy!" She giggled.

“I don’t.” His hand slowly ran up her inner thigh under the blanket.

She shifted her leg slightly, flashing him a mischievous grin.

His fingers began to stroke her jeans.

Duffy tried to keep her attention on the firework display but Charlie's wandering hand was proving very distracting and she found herself melting under his touch.

Charlie’s hand slipped into her jeans though he was mindful of their teen daughters being in the room.

Emily was busily making some notes in a sketchpad she'd brought down from her room just before the display started.

Charlie whispered in Duffy’s ear. “Fancy sneaking off?”

"You are a bad man!" She giggled softly, moving to get up from the sofa as quietly as possible.

As she stood up, Charlie slapped her arse hard.

All three girls groaned, “Urgh! You and mum are so gross!” Tilly replied.

Duffy blushed scarlet as she turned and playfully pushed Charlie through the door into the hall.

Charlie chuckled and pulled Duffy in the direction of the stairs.

The sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs pulled Jake's attention away from Krystal. Turning he recognised one of the lads from his year. The teenager looked panicked.

"Jake, dude, your brother's puking in the garden!" He gasped.

“What?” Jake stood up hurriedly, he looked panicked. “Shit!”

"He was just chilling and then suddenly his eyes went all funny. He slumped over and puked."

Jake apologised to Krystal and ran down the stairs and into the garden. “Louis?”

Krystal followed Jake into the garden just as Louis appeared to be improving somewhat.

“What’ve you taken!” Jake demanded to know.

Louis blinked at his brother several times, a dopey smile on his face. "Hey bro." He slurred.

"He's fine, just take him home." One of the other boys shrugged.

“Come on! Get up! I’m taking you home.”

Louis giggled as he tried to get up, tripping on his own feet.

With great difficulty, Jake managed to get Louis home. “Our parents are going to kill us!”

Louis just giggled. He didn't understand why Jake was stressing so much, everything was just fine.

Jake tried to quietly get Louis inside the house, he didn’t want to alert their parents. “You’re stoned, aren’t you? Fucks sake, bro!”

Emily walked out of the kitchen as her brothers arrived home. The twins were aleady upstairs and she was just getting a drink before going to bed. Her eyebrow rose instantly at the sight in front of her. "What the..?"

“Where’s mum and dad? Are they in bed?” Jake asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “Help me get him into bed, Em. Please.”

"Yeh, they're otherwise occupied." She smirked. "What happened?" She moved to help Jake.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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superhusbands4ever · 6 years

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Okay but what abt Tony going in to Peter’s school for career day? Like where the parents talk abt their jobs?

lmaooo this was supposed to be a quick prompt but then it turned into a full-fledged little fic and now it is 2 AM, so I will finish the rest of these prompts tomorrow (later today technically I guess)

“Hey, May?”

May looked up from spreading butter on her toast.

“Yeah Pete?”

“I was just wondering,” Peter started, fiddling with the fork in his hand, “next week is career day at school… they’re having a bunch of kids parents come in to talk about what they do, you know, try and give the students some idea where they might want to work after high school. Do you… do you think you could do it? They asked our class to bring our parents, so….”

May sighed as she sat down her knife. Peter dropped his eyes back to his eggs, disappointment burning in his stomach as he already knew what May was going to say.

“Peter, I… I wish I could,” May said softly, “I really do, but I can’t afford to take off work right now. Money has been a little tight lately, you know? I can’t afford to lose more shifts than absolutely necessary, you know?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, gesturing with his fork and trying to appear nonchalant, “yeah, I get it. Work is more important.”

“Peter, that’s not what I–”

“No, no,” Peter rushed to reassure her, guilt burning through him at the pained look in her eyes, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean, you know, money is important for… for living, so going to work is important. Besides, it’s not like everyone’s parents are going to be able to show up for the same reason, right? It’s alright, May.”

“I’m sorry, Pete,” May said quietly, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Peter’s arm. “I know its hard for you when these kind of things happen. You know if I could, I would.”

“Nah, it’s fine, it’s alright,” Peter said, staring at her hand on his arm. He tried to ignore the burning in his eyes, not really succeeding. It always sucked when he wasn’t able to participate in the parent-child functions the school put on, especially since Ben died, but he knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He knew May would be there for him if she could, but he also understood why she couldn’t.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the clock on the wall. Shoving the last of his eggs in his mouth, he stood and grabbed his backpack from the back of his chair.

“I should head out, I’m gonna be late,” he said, proud at how steady his voice sounded.

“Okay,” May smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose as she watched him go, “have a good day! I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he shouted over his shoulder as he rushed out the door.

May rubbed her hand over her eyes as she sat back in her chair. She knew it was hard for Peter when he had to be alone on days when parents were asked to visit classes, ever since he was a little kid. Her and Ben always tried to work it out so at least one of them was available to go with him, but they couldn’t always make it. She hated the thought of Peter sitting alone in class while all the other kids got to show off their parents and what they do, but they really just couldn’t afford to lose any money at the moment.

Looking at the clock and grimacing at the time, she got up to gather her stuff for work. She grabbed her purse off the counter, not realizing it was upside down, and cursing when everything fell out of it. She crouched down to gather all her stuff when he saw her phone light up with a text.

Tony StarkHey May, just making sure we’re still on for Peter coming to the tower after school today. Let me know if I need to pick him up.

She stared at the name on her screen, an idea popping into her head. It was probably a long-shot, Tony was a busy man, but it was worth a try at least.

Before she could change her mind, she unlocked her phone and pressed the call button. She held it up to her ear and waited as it rang.

“Hey, Tony? Yeah, it’s me. Wha– no, no, Peter’s fine. Yeah, he can go to the tower, that’s fine. Listen, I uhh… I kinda need to ask you a favor, if you’re willing. For Peter.”

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Peter sighed and tried to bury his face further into his arms on his desk as he listened to Brooke’s dad go on and on about being a firefighter in New York. Out of all the kids in his homeroom, he was one of only two kids whose parents/guardian weren’t able to come in. And the only reason the other girl’s parents couldn’t come in was because her dad was in the Army and currently deployed overseas, and her mom was a stay at home mom with twin three-year-old boys. So, really, the only parent-less one in the class was him.

Which, really, he was used to by now. This wasn’t the first time May, or even Ben when he was alive, hadn’t been able to come in for whatever event the school was doing. Still, it wasn’t easy being reminded of the fact that his home life was different from everyone else’s. Especially when all the parent/guardians were told to sit at the desks with their kids, and he was sitting all alone in the back of the room.

He was jolted out of his melancholy thoughts when everyone started clapping around him. He looked up and noticed that Brooke’s dad had finished his presentation, so he clapped politely along as they waited for the next person to set up.

“Alright,” Peter’s teacher sad from the front of the room, “so next we’re going to have Flash’s parents come up and talk about being lawyers–”

She was interrupted by a knock at the door. Everyone stopped to look at the door as Ms. Abernathy went to open it. She froze at the door, a shocked look on her face, but Peter couldn’t see who was standing outside from his seat.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Peter’s enhanced senses picked up the familiar voice from outside the door. “I had a meeting this morning and then I got lost looking for the class… anyway, I’m here for Peter? Peter Parker?”

He frowned at hearing his name, still unsure what exactly was going on. He watched as his teacher continued to stand and stare out the door for a minute before seemingly remembering herself and taking a step back.

“Of course! If you could just go sit next to him until your turn, he’s in the back on the right side.”

The man stepped through the door and Peter gaped with the rest of the class as Tony Stark, in his signature suit and goatee, sporting a pair of red sunglasses and carrying a suitcase walked through the door.

Tony nodded at the shocked faces of Flash and Flash’s parents at the front as he walked to the back of the class, put his suitcase on the desk, and calmly sat next to Peter, pulling out his phone to silence it before looking up to wait for Flash’s parents to begin speaking.

Everyone sat in awkward, stunned silence for another minute before Ms. Abernathy cleared her throat.

“Mr. and Mrs. Thomson, you can go ahead and start whenever you’re ready.”

Flash’s parents sort of jolted out of their stupor before haltingly launching into their presentation, Flash standing to the side controlling the slides on the power point.

Peter turned to Tony.

“Mr. Stark, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here for career day, Pete, what does it look like I’m doing,” Tony said, reaching up to take his sunglasses off and tuck them into his jacket pocket, “and what did I tell you about that ‘Mr. Stark’ crap?”

“How did you even find out about this?” Peter asked, ignoring the Tony’s last comment.

“Your aunt mentioned you were bummed she couldn’t come, so I said I’d go instead.”

Peter felt a sudden rush of affection for both his aunt and his mentor.

“Mr– Tony, you really didn’t have to–”

“Well I did, and now I’m here, so don’t worry about it,” Tony said, crossing his legs and leaning back to rest his arm on the back of Peter’s chair. “Now, pay attention. This is important for future career decision making.”

Peter rolled his eyes at Tony’s words and matching smirk, but sat back and paid attention to the Thomson’s presentation anyway. Or, at least, he tried to. It was a little hard to pay attention when half the class and their parents kept glancing back to stare at both him and Tony, but Tony seemed to able to ignore them, so Peter just tried to do the same. He even tried to ignore the looks Flash and his parents would throw to their corner of the room every now and again.

Peter was once again jolted from his thoughts when everyone started to clap politely, Flash’s parents presentation over. As they were cleaning up, Ms. Abernathy stepped forward again.

“Alright, who would like to go ne–”

“We will!” Tony said, throwing his hand up like a – well – high school kid. Peter felt his face burn as his whole class seemed to turn as one to stare back at them.

“Alright!” Ms. Abernathy said, a little overly-cheerfully, “up next is Peter and Mr. Stark!”

“Call me Tony, please,” Tony said with a smile as he walked to the front of the class, suitcase in hand, Peter following meekly behind.

When Tony got to the front, he set down his suitcase and flipped it open, pulling out what Peter recognized as the latest versions of the Stark Phone and Stark Tablet, and a watch that looked suspiciously like his gauntlet watch. Peter stood to the side, and slightly behind Tony, waiting for him to begin.

“Alright!” Tony clapped before unbuttoning his suit jacket and putting his hands in his pockets. “For those of you who don’t know, my name is Tony Stark and I am the owner of Stark Industries I run the R&D department, come up with new ideas for the Stark brand, and I am also the figurehead of and unofficial-official tech guy for the Avengers Initiative. Oh, and sometimes I’m the superhero known as Iron Man.”

Peter’s class let out a few laughs at the joke and all gave a quick applause. Tony smiled and gave them a little bow.

“Thank you, thank you…. Now, at Stark Industries we employ over 200,000 people in the New York/tri-state area alone, and hundreds of thousands more at various locations throughout the US and all over the world. Working for Stark Industries could mean working in places like Dubai, Argentina, Japan, or even Canada, if you want to get really exotic.”

A few more kids let out a laugh and the tension of the room started to go down. Peter stared at Tony in awe of how easy it was for him to take complete control of the room like he did, and without ever once looking uneasy about it.

“Of course, as I’m sure you were all wondering, it is possible to come and work for the Avengers Initiative - not necessarily as a superhero, mind you - but because it is a government associated agency, there are governmental jobs for working within the Initiative. Now, working with Stark Industries may actually be a safer, quicker, and easier bet than trying to work in the Avengers Initiative. This is purely because with the Initiative you would have to start out at a regular, boring old government level - FBI, DOD, CIA - job, and you’d have to work your way through the ranks and be placed into working with the Initiative. Working for the Avengers is not just a job you can apply for, it’s one you have to work hard and be specifically picked for based on your experience, skill-set, knowledge, and training. At Stark Industries, however, you can always…”

Peter tuned out Tony’s speech as he went on to talk about the specifics of working for Stark Industries, the different kind of departments within, what qualifications were needed to be considered for what job in whatever department, average salary, and a bunch of other stuff that Peter either already knew or didn’t really need to worry about.

Peter was looking around the room and trying hard not to enjoy the shocked jealousy that was making its way across Flash’s face when the sound of his own name brought him back to the present.

“…Mr. Parker there, though, is my own personal intern/assistant, so his job is very different from what you guys would be doing if you were to get an internship at SI. Regular interns would be placed within a specific department studying and working under a specific group of people on one or two projects over the course of the school year. Peter works with me, specifically - he helps me work on new blueprints for different tech for our StarkTech line, he works with me to come up with new ideas and prototypes, and occasionally gets to help me take a peek at the Iron Man armor and try to figure out ways to improve or add to it.”

Peter tried not to flush under the weight of everyone’s gazes as the whole room, including the parents and Ms. Abernathy, seemed to turn as one to stare at him in awe.

“Of course, he still does the regular, BS intern stuff, like get me coffee and doughnuts when I need it,” Tony added with a smirk in Peter’s direction.

The class laughed again as Tony reached back to put a hand on Peter’s shoulder blade and guide him to stand next to Tony beside the suitcase and the gadgets pulled from inside.

“So just really quick, I’ll show you a couple projects that both SI and the Initiative are working on right now. This, of course, is only one small example of the types of things we create at SI and of what I create for the Initiative. Peter here is going to show you some of the features on the newest version of the Stark Phone, which will be available for purchase in a couple months. Peter, could you grab the phone and pull up the accessibility features… yeah, the updated text reader - this particular function was Peter’s idea actually….”

Peter held up the phone and the tablet and ran through the newest and improved features as Tony explained what they were and how they were different from previous versions of the tech. Before Peter knew it, Tony was finished with the StarkTech and was reaching down to pick up the watch from the table.

“Now, the part I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for,” Tony smiled as he held up the watch, “my latest work for the Avenger Initiative. Don’t worry, anything weaponizable about it is deactivated, so while it looks cool, this thing is basically useless in a fight right now unless you punch really hard.”

He turned to Peter and held out the watch. “Peter, if you will.”

Peter looked up at Tony with wide eyes, glancing down at the watch an lifting his eyebrows to ask Tony if he was sure that’s what he wanted.

Tony rolled his eyes and reached down to grab Peter’s wrist, lifting it to fit the watch on as he kept talking to the class.

“Now, this particular version of the watch is actually my own personalized version, so no one else in the Initiative has a watch that does what this one does except for the Avenger Colonel James Rhodes, otherwise known as War Machine. You’ll see why here in just a second.”

Once the watch was on Peter’s wrist, Tony took a step back and gestured towards Peter.

“Pete, if you would be so kind as to demonstrate.”

Peter stared at Tony for a moment before he lifted his other hand to the face of the watch, tapped in the correct sequence, and pulled the nanotech down over his hand as it took the form of a replica Iron Man glove around his hand. The class gasped as Peter held the hand up and moved his fingers around - the whirring of the mechanized hand could be heard throughout the room.

“The watch is designed to offer protection to whoever is wearing it so that they are never unarmed if they are ever caught unawares. This particular watch has a miniature, less powerful form of the Iron Man glove stored inside of it using nanotech that forms to the shape of the hand of whoever is wearing it. It usually is weaponized similarly to my Iron Man glove but don’t worry - all weapon capabilities are turned off, so no one is going to accidentally get shot.”

The class gave a nervous chuckle.

“This watch has the ability to shoot less powerful versions of the power blasts that usually come from the repulsors on my Iron Man suit, which is why it is a little different from the standard issue watch we use at the compound. Usually standard issue has a built-in laser, taser capabilities, is waterproof, fireproof, shock absorbent - practically indestructible, it’s connected with the AI installed upstate, and is used as a communicator between agents who work in the Avengers Compound. It also has a holographic interface that projects from the screen - Peter?”

Tony gestured at Peter, and Peter pressed a button to retract the glove and pressed another to start up the projection, showing the date, time, and what the weather was like outside. He pressed another button so the screen changed to show he had a new text message from Bruce Banner, a voicemail from Steve, and three new emails from Rhodey and Pepper. The glass oohed and ahhed as Peter showed off the watch using the holographic interface projected above it.

“And that’s about it!” Tony said as Peter turned off the watch, took it off, and put it back in Tony’s briefcase with the phone and the tablet. “Any questions?”

The room sat in stunned silence for a moment before everyone leapt to their feet in applause. Peter tried not to blush as he smiled out at the audience and tried to look like he wasn’t completely shocked by how the whole day had gone. Tony simply smiled and nodded, shutting his briefcase and locking it before going to stand next to Peter.

Alright, well if no one has any questions for these two how about we go ahead and thank Mr. Stark for taking the time to come down here and talk to us all,” Ms. Abernathy said once the claps had died down. “Let’s give the other parents another round of applause and then we can go ahead and break for lunch!”

Everyone gave another, less enthusiastic round of applause for the rest of the parents before standing up to leave for lunch. Peter turned to Tony, a huge smile on his face as he stepped forward to hug the man before he could think anything of it. His smile grew impossibly bigger when he felt Tony raise his arms to wrap around him in return.

“Thank you so much, Tony, for coming down here. I know you must’ve been really busy and I don’t want to keep you away from your work, but-”

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Tony said, raising a hand to ruffle Peter’s hair and he pulled out of the hug. “I told you, if you ever need anything, I’m here for you. Even if it’s just that your aunt is unavailable and you need someone to come visit your school for a couple hours.”

“Still, thank you,” Peter smiled, feeling that familiar, comforting feeling in his chest he was beginning to associate more and more with Tony, “you didn’t have to do all that.”

“I know I didn’t,” Tony said softly, “but I wanted to. For you. So. Don’t complain, you’re welcome.”

Peter laughed and Tony winked at him before glancing down at his watch, same as the one inside his briefcase.

“I should head back to SI,” he said, frowning as he read the email from Pepper, “I got another board meeting in an hour.”

“Oh,” Peter said, trying not to let his disappointment show. The man did just take half his morning off just to come help Peter, so he really couldn’t complain. He’d taken up enough of his time. Still– “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for lunch?”

“Ew, and eat high school cafeteria food!?” Tony asked incredulously before closing the email and smiling up at Peter. “Sure, why not. Lead the way.”

Peter nodded and turned to walk Tony to the cafeteria. He felt that familiar sense of comfort and safe wash over him again when Tony put his arm around Peter’s shoulders and ruffled his hair. Peter tried to ignore the stares he could feel himself getting from the rest of the school and their parents also on the way to lunch. Though, he took pride in the jealous glare Flash threw his way when he walked by him and his parents.

The day hadn’t turned out quite so bad after all.

#cady writes #iron dad and spider-son #iron dad #spider son #tony stark #peter parker #i love fics like this man

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howlingbarnes · 6 years

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Soft as Silk - Part Three

Characters - Peter Parker x Spidey!Reader (Seda)

Word Count - 1792

Warnings - Fluff?

A/N - Took a while to get this out, I’d like to think it was worth it but let’s be real...it’s unedited. Please do not hesitate to send me feedback!!

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Following the feeling lead you exactly where you wanted to be. With a gentle tap to the window, you let Spider-Man know that you were there before sliding it up and crawling into his dimly lit bedroom.

The space was much different than you were expecting. Planning for a spacious, modern and mature room to be greeted with the opposite was actually kind of refreshing. It made you feel better to know that you weren't dealing with some random grown man. Instead, he seemed to be a random teenage boy. There was homework and junk technology spread across a small desk, a bunk bed took up most of the space along with books, finished Lego sets and other clutter. It helped you to relax, knowing that he was just a regular guy under the superhero guise.

“Are we still being mysterious, or can I take this off?” He asked, thumbs already hooked under the bottom of his mask.

“No, wait.” You reached out, resting your hands on his forearms just as he slipped the mask past his nose.

It was almost weird seeing the person under the mask. There was an unseen line that you wanted to cross but were too nervous to. It didn't help that you were already attracted to him and this was before you'd been blessed with a view of the bottom half of his face.

He had a cute nose, you had to admit. His lips were distracting and his lingering scent wrapped around you, pulling you in with its invisible grip. Luckily, your mask was still up over your nose. If it wasn't, he'd be able to see that your bottom lip was now idly caught between your teeth and you weren't sure how long you be able to stop yourself from finding out if his lips were as soft as they looked.

“Can we try to take this slow?” Your voice escaped as a soft whisper that was luckily mistaken for nervousness.

“Oh, yeah.” He gently complied. “Of course we can. I know this can be hard. It normally is for me at least, everyone else I know with powers kind of just lets the world know it's them.”

You wanted to trust this boy. Every bone in your body was screaming for you to let go and grant him access beyond the wall you'd built but something was holding you back. It'd been the months you'd spent isolating yourself and sharpening your edges, hiding the fear of letting anyone in behind a mask in more ways than one.

“Come on.” You willed him toward the open window with a jerk of your head. “I have somewhere I wanna go.”

With an almost nervous smirk, he yanked his mask back down and made to follow you. A piercing voice called from beyond the closed door, sending a jolt through your veins.

“Who's Peter?” You questioned in a panic.

“I am! ” He answered in an equally panicked whisper while ushering you to the window. “I don't want her to see you and ask a bunch of questions. Go ahead, I'll catch up to you.”

He turned around and yanked off his mask, revealing a mess of brown hair. Technically, he wasn’t revealing himself but it was enough for you to leave, feeling like you were invading his privacy. Though you made a show out of going out the window, curiosity gripped onto you like a vice. Crawling above the window, you clung to the building, listening in. It felt bad eavesdropping, you weren’t even sure what made you want to so badly but you couldn’t pull yourself away from the sound of their voices.

“Hey, Aunt May.” Peter greeted the woman with a voice so chipper that you could almost visualize the cute, toothy grin on his lips.

“Hi, kiddo.” After a beat, she huffs out a breath of air. “What are you doing, Peter? Were you going to sneak out? I know I can’t stop you from doing this whole Spider-Man thing, but I wish you would at least talk to me about it. I hate seeing you putting yourself in danger on the news when I think you’re in your bedroom.”

Peter was fast to defend himself, letting her know that he wasn’t planning on sneaking out. He explained to her that the city needed him and reassured her that he was being as careful as he possibly could be. Their words became a bit muffled when they hugged but you were able to make out the promise he made to her that he was safe and would start letting her in more. The moment warmed your heart but it also made you jealous. Ever since you got your powers, you wanted nothing more than to be able to talk to your parents about it. There was a fear you held though, knowing that they wouldn’t understand.

“It’s supposed to be my job to protect you,” May said with a sadness lining her tone. “I made my own promise to keep you safe and now I feel like I can’t do that.”

It was your cue to go. You already didn’t feel right hanging around, but listening in on a full heart-to-heart made you feel even worse. Shooting out your webs, you began to swing and jump through the city en route to one of your favorite spots to relax at night. When you had a minute to breathe, when the city wasn’t screaming, that was where you went.

“The Brooklyn Bridge, huh?” Peter’s voice would’ve made you jump out of your skin if you didn’t know he was coming. “Didn’t take you for the touristy type. Empire State Building next time?”

He crawled to the very top where you sat, legs swinging off the edge as usual. His mask was pushed up over his nose once again but this time there was something hanging out of his pretty mouth.

“You stopped to get....a churro?” You questioned him, raising a brow in confusion.

“Kinda. I mean, I helped out this old lady and-” He sighed after taking a bite and shook his head. “It’s a long story.”

“How’d you find me?”

“I felt you.” Peter shrugged. He offered you a bite of the churro that you quickly declined, pointing at your mask. “You owe me at least one secret, you know?”

Did you? Going over all the conversations you’d had with him so far, you tried to pinpoint when he shared something personal with you explicitly. After a pregnant pause, he laughed. It was a laugh that you felt in your soul, gentle and sweet. You had a feeling that the laugh matched the person a little too perfectly.

“You know my name.” He said, holding up a finger to emphasize his point before adding more. “You know where I live. You know my aunt’s name, and you listened to our conversation.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re such an open book!” You defended, not yet willing to give up your safely guarded identity. “For someone that wears a mask, you aren’t very discreet.”

“Come on,” Peter urged with a bump of his shoulder that sent a shock through your veins. “Give me something. Your name? Your age? Something, Seda, anything.”

Maybe it was the way he said your chosen name. You were unraveling, trying to hold yourself together inside. He was right, you knew much more about his personal life than he did of yours, but you’d just met him and you weren’t sure you were ready for him to learn each detail of your life outside of being a superpowered being. There was something about him though, something that made you want to tell him everything, start to finish.

“You felt me there didn’t you?”

“I did.” Peter nodded, looking out at the skyline after pulling his mask back down. “I’m not mad, I trust you. I can’t explain why, but I do.”

That was it, those words were the first crack in your foundation. You spat out your first name before you had a chance to change your mind. Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you could feel his head jerk to look at you. It wasn’t much, just a name but it was the most you would allow yourself to forfeit and it seemed to be enough for him.

Peter could tell that it was taking a lot for you to relax. He considered the fact that this just might be how you were with everyone, opting to not take it too personally. Making you comfortable was on the top of his list as he looked over your features, the ones he could see. With a roaring heart pounding in his chest, he reached for your hand but pulled back. Your eyes opened again when you felt his knee make contact with yours. It was a small gesture but it was enough to ground you once again.

“Peter?” Your voice sounded so small uttering his name. “I need you to close your eyes.”

Without question, he nodded firmly. “Now what?”

Your eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. Waving your hand in from of his face wasn’t enough for you, making you flip him off for extra measure to be sure that he followed your instruction. When he continued to sit unmoved, you raised a shaky hand to your mask and pulled it down. He didn’t react, not a single move, only flinching when your thumbs looped under his mask.

“I want to try something.” You finally answered, pulling the fabric over his nose.

Peter didn’t move, keeping his hands folded in his lap while you moved closer to him. He felt your breath fan across his face. The warmth from it melted together with the heat rising to his cheeks, blushing them a rosy pink as your lips settled softly against his. They were soft and the kiss was hesitant. You needed reassurance that it was alright and he knew this. He felt you start to pull away, taking a piece of his heart with you. He wasn’t ready to let that feeling go just yet. Wrapping his fingers around your elbow, he held you still and kissed you again with conviction. A small smirk broke across lips when he felt you melt into him before breaking away. Quickly, you yank your mask back up before he has a chance to open his eyes, partly to have something to hide behind.

Peter was the first to speak. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird that you don’t know who I am?”

“Oh, I know exactly who you are.” You quirked a brow at him, while he sat with his mouth agape. “I just don’t want you to know who I am.”

Part Four

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the-little-prophet · 6 years

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Watershed || Dream Journal

Summary: As his visions grow stronger, Charlie struggles to keep his head above water...sometimes, literally.

TW: flooding, drowning, blood

Water.

Charlie dreams of water. For weeks now, it rains in his head, so when he closes his eyes, the levels rise and take him. He’s swept away in tsunamis swirling and typhoons sucking him down into the depths of an alien planet that doesn’t look like anything he’s ever seen. And he cannot move.

He tries to swim, to reach with his fingers and tread toward the surface. But where’s the surface? It’s dark in the water. It’s quiet too. For long stretches of his dreams, there’s no disaster, but peace instead. Charlie starts to wonder if he’s dead already, a floating corpse in a watery graveyard.

But then there’s a sucking sound. Like someone has pulled out a drain. The water rushed and draws him forward and he becomes aware of his lack of breath. His throat squeezes, tight, then tighter and tighter.

Every night, Charlie drowns from the inside out, weeping for a mother that never comes.

“Wow, Charlie, you’re looking rough, buddy. You feeling alright?”

Charlie starts against the counter of the nurse’s station, knocking his elbow as he tries to sit up. He blinks, his eyes still so heavy, though he wasn’t sleeping this time-- just drifting, his eyes half-lidded and his attention floating off. “Wh-- Dr. Robbins!” Charlie stands up straight. He sniffles once, then regrets it, the way the noise makes Dr. Robbin’s thin lips wrinkle.

She puts his hand against his forehead.

“I’m fine,” Charlie says quickly. “Got my flu shot the other week.”

“Hmm, I dunno. You know the rules, mister,” says Dr. Robbins. “Can’t have you around kids if you’re coming down with the sniffles.”

“I just-- was up late last night.” Drowning, he thinks. “Studying,” he says. “Um, I got, y’know, midterms. Nearly all done though, swear I’m up for pedes. Swear it.” He holds up his hand like he’s a boy scout.

Dr. Robbins rolls her eyes and ruffles Charlie’s already-ruffled hair. “Mm, lets just take your temperature as a precaution, okay buddy? If you’re lucky number 98.6, you can tag along.”

Charlie nods. There’s no arguing even if he wanted to, but he knows it’s not sick. His body’s just exhausted. It’s been exhausted for weeks, months, years, his whole life. And these days, the only thing that keeps him from slipping into a blissful depression-coma is his fear of what waits him there and the thought of Varian, who is tinkering with a makeshift ECT that’ll zap all those dreams of water away.

Just has to make it till then. He pops the thermometer into his mouth, and ten seconds later it beeps with 98.9. But that’s not statistically significant and still under 99. Dr. Robbins considers it one extra second, but they both know more hands at the hospital are always better. Charlie’s fine. Course he’s fine! That’s Charlie Little for you. He smiles and she stashes the thermometer.

“Okay, okay, fine! C’mon, let’s round.” -

Water.

It pounds the side of the dingy boat. Charlie lurches from side to side. The waves crash over him, each one like a hand come to scoop him over into the waves. He barely hangs on. His fingers slip, and slip again, the rope he clings to rubbing raw burns into his palms.

“HEAVE,” shouts the weathered captain, a man Charlie doesn’t know.

Lightning turns the sky white for a blinding second. Behind the clouds, it’s like someone’s turned on a flashlight, then turned it off.

Another crashing wave pours over the deck. Charlie slips as the boat tips-- he slides down, a wild shout pulled from his throat. He slams into the other side and another body, a body he doesn’t know, topples over into the black gaping mouth of the ocean.

That person screams. The thunder drowns him out--

Another wave takes Charlie next. He smashes into ice water and he’s the one drowning. The waves jerk him left, right, upside down. He spirals and spirals and--

Dr. Robbins picks up a few interns from the Pride U program and they move like a school of fishes from room to room, kid to kid. Charlie still feels waterlogged in the brain. It’s gotta just be exhaustion though so he sloshes through it. Pedes is one of his favourite rotations, even if it is much slower than the ER. He likes the rooms, full of colour and personalized to each of the kids. There are always drawings plasted to the wall or the door from the little craft hours that happen sometimes, when volunteers come in. And the kids-- even when they’re miserable, sad, and sniffly-- they don’t yap for more blankets or complain about this or that nurse. Mostly they want different jellos and to watch TV or for someone to play with them.

And they like to hold your hand. They squeeze so tight, tears pricking at their eyes when the needle comes or they need a different tube inserted, but they don’t let go. Charlie thinks it’s brave of them-- to ask for a hand, to hold, to never let go.

Most of the beds are full of poor flu victims with complications. They whip through the rooms, then go through oncology, then autoimmune. Charlie stands in the back because he’s shadowing and the questions Dr. Robbins aren’t for him but for the interns rounding. Usually the answers leap to his tongue, but today he’s so tired he finds his attention petering out. His eyes drift from the kids to those drawings to the stuffed dog the little girl holds. His fingers feel kinda cold so he curls them into a fist, rubbing his thumb across his own middle phalanges.

“Charlie? You coming?”

Charlie starts again and sees Dr. Robbins peering back into the room. They’d moved on, he didn’t see--

“Oh, yeah, right, yes, right behind you,” Charlie utters. He jumps into action and whisks past Robbins so she can’t question him again or pull out the thermometer--

He doesn’t want to be sent home.

He doesn’t want to go to sleep. -

Water. He’s among the coral. Water clear, sky-blue, and tickling gently around him like wind. Swimming, see, feels like flying.

The mermaids fly-- zipping in and out of the coral.

Charlie’s seen this one before. He opens his mouth--

But the shadow comes. The harpoon appears. Blood fills the water, as bright as the coral. It’s all he can see, filling his vision until the water around him is sticky and thick, all blood and some kind of other gelatinous fluid. He sinks deep into it and it rushes into his ears, his nose, his mouth.

Charlie chokes. Somewhere far away, screams try to reach him, screams from a woman he knows, but cannot find the name for.

The interns scatter. Dr. Robbins has assigned them all their patients and duties, which leaves Charlie with his clipboard pressed against his chest. He’s trying much harder now, pinching the inside of his own elbow every time he feels his brain trying to shut down on him. There’s a tiny red mark there, but with his arms folded, no one can tell. Just another secret that Charlie tucks away.

He’s proving he’s on top of it now, ready before Robbins is to hand her the file of her next patient. “It’s Belle Acheron,” he reports. He smiles and is hopeful Robbins will take him again. He thinks there’s a good chance-- pedes is all about building relationships and he’s been lucky to be on the case most of her appointments.

Dr. Robbins flips open the folder. “Ah, so it is! Don’t you just love babies!” she exclaims and scrunches up her nose, then starts walking. It’s implied he should follow, so he does, right there on her heel. “This is the best part,” Dr. Robbins continues. “When the parents are expecting, and they’re so excited and you’re excited-- every appointment is like its very own discovery. What classes are you in again? Have you done a gestational unit yet?”

“Oh, um, not-- not yet. But during my apprenticeship, when I did my weeks in neonatal and pediatrics--”

“Ah yes, that’s right! So I’m sure you know all about the second ultrasound, don’t you?”

She’s prompting him. “Oh-- um, yeah, it’s the anatomical one, usually performed between 18 and 22 weeks and it looks for soft and hard markers of any kind of chromosomal abnormalities--”

“Wow, listen to you! Mr. Textbook!” says Dr. Robbins cheerfully. “Yup, all correct.” She looks down at the chart again, eyes skipping over all the details. Her steps catch and she stops, pulling out one of the sheets. “Ah, right, this is our FMT mum.” Her tone’s switched entirely. She looks back up at Charlie, her brows set in a serious, straight line. “Now you’re sure you’re okay, right, Charlie? This mum’s a bit jumpy, we don’t want to give her any other reasons to worry. Worry is not good for mums or babies.”

Charlie nods at once. “Yes, I’m fine. Totally sick. I mean-- not sick. I’m not sick.”

Robbins looks at him harder.

“I can just watch,” says Charlie. “Please? I uh, really wanna keep following this case. It’s-- I mean. It’s good experience, and I’m still-- y’know, figuring out if maybe pedes is the track I wanna take...” He knows this line will hook Dr. Robbins and sure enough, her eyes flash.

“You do have a point. Okay-- only because I think you could be a great pedes doctor one day, Mr. Little,” she says and wags her finger again.

They start down the hall again and it’s just two more left turns to the waiting room. They step in and there’s Belle in the gown on the bed, and Hades, this time next to her at the start instead of over in the chair.

“Hey Belle!” says Charlie. He pushes and pushes through his fog. No fog here. He resists the urge to sniffle again and ignores the pull behind his eyes. Seeing the baby will make him feel better, won’t it? Babies always make Charlie feel better. He goes down to the NICU all the time to peer through the window at them whenever he gets so down, his soul heavy like he’s full of rocks. So yeah-- Belle’s baby will pick him right up. He’ll forget all his bad dreams.

Dr. Robbins starts asking questions and Charlie goes to work. He takes Belle’s temperature (normal) and her blood pressure (normal) and scribbles down all the numbers. His vision goes a little woozy, his handwriting wobblier than usual. Ignores it though. Ignores it. Focuses on re-tracing his 2… “Charlie?”

Charlie looks up. Dr. Robbins is staring at him again. Oh-- she said something. He missed it.

He takes a few steps back, not sure if that’s what she wanted.

“The chart, Nurse Little?” Dr. Robbins tosses a smile at Belle. An apology-smile.

Charlie flushes red and he hands her the chart then takes even more steps back. Things are getting farther away from him-- not even in physical distance, but in perspective, like his depth perception has shifted.

His body really wants sleep (Charlie will not go to sleep.)

Robbins moves slow from his vantage point, wheeling over the ultrasound machine. It turns on, and then she squeezes the gel on Belle’s stomach. Words float between all three and Charlie realizes he can’t hear what they’re saying. It’s warped, too quiet under the sucking noise of the ultrasound, like it’s coming from--

Underwater.

Dread gathers, grain by grain. His limbs begin to feel heavy and he knows. He’s never fainted before, but he knows.

“Excuse me--” Charlie blurts. He darts toward the door, shoving it open. He needs to sit down and put his head between his kn--

Charlie faints.

Blood.

Charlie is in two places at once.

stuck, slipping, stuck again / knees slide on a slippery floor. Is it water? Is it blood?

something in his throat? / touching Belle’s shoulder. Sweat on her brow, a slick sheen under dim light

not right, not right, can’t breathe / Belle’s bloody hand smearing red fingerprints on her swollen stomach

drowning again / “Do something!” says Hades. Blood on his hands, hands trembling,

eyes squeezed tight / reach for Belle again, cool rag against her forehead fingers knotted in fists / Belle’s hands curl against the knotted wood floor and she shouts for help

not safe / not right. Shouldn’t be here. Too much blood.

miss the quiet / Belle screams

the dark / she shivers

the warm deep / need more blankets, need more time.

then mother’s voice--

mother

she speaks

“Something’s wrong.”

Charlie gasps awake.

“The baby--” His body jerks and squirms on the ground. His eyes peel open to the hospital lights and two nurses-- one pressing a cold rag against the back of his neck, the other talking at him. “The baby, it’s the baby,” he babbles again. His voice slurs and slips. The nurses pay no mind to it.

“Charlie, can you hear us?”

“What day is it, honey?”

“Charlie, do you know what year it is?”

Something inside him wants to say-- 2007. 1912. 1888. The years swirl in front of him, every one soaked in water. His mouth tastes full of salt and iron. Water, blood. Wait, that is blood in his mouth, isn’t it? He licks at his lip and there it is again.

“Just a little nosebleed, honey, it’s okay.”

“S’her baby,” he tries to say again. “In danger.” Then another shadow moves over him-- Nurse Kala, sticking a thermometer into his mouth again.

“Ah, 101! The fool’s got the flu! You, Charlie Little,” Nurse Kala glares at him daggers, “are going home.”

All Charlie’s warnings disappear, sinking under the sick that churns through him. The nurses help him to his feet and Charlie only manages one woozy look back at Belle’s room before he’s pushed away.

For three days, Charlie tosses in his covers, his body a little boat fighting to stay above his sickness. He doesn’t sleep. The fluids rise in him, his nose full of snot and his ears waxy and the air thick as mist. Whenever he closes his eyes, he sees Belle’s face again, soaked in sweat and fear.

He tries to swim to her. He swims and he swims, calling her name, trying to warn her. But whenever he gets close enough, the water takes him again, and he sinks, his little boat lost to the sea.

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j0ebay · 6 years

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Spiraling Ch 3

Peter Parker x Stark!OC, platonic!Loki x Stark!OC

Warning(s): IW SPOILERS, fluff, oblivious teenagers to the point where it’s frustrating

Word Count: 2251

A/N: So, this basically takes place after infinity war assuming all the dead people come back. I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙💙

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“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams” -Dr Seuss

The week after Geneva got hurt, all Peter could do is worry and blame himself. He was texting her even more than usual not only because he finally figured out that he liked her, but because he was worried sick.

“Pete, seriously it’s just a couple bruised ribs and some cuts here and there. I’m fine”

He heard her voice say through his phone. It was late. May was asleep and Peter just got back from his patrol. He lets out a heavy sigh. He absolutely adores her voice but he couldn’t help but feel this pit in his stomach whenever he even thinks about her being hurt.

“I know Gee, it’s just- I can’t help but worry about whether you’re okay and thinking this is all my fault”

“Peter Benjamin Parker you listen to me right now” She says in a stern voice

“None of this is your fault, you hear me? You got there as fast as you could and walking home with you was so much fun. I thought we established that we were blaming Tony for this?”

He lets out a sad smile as she continues “Besides, it doesn’t hurt that bad anymore”

“Geneva, I’m just worried about you. I lay awake at night thinking about how I wasn’t there to save you and I freak out because I hate you being in danger”

“You don’t need to lose sleep over me, Pete. If you ever need help sleeping you could always swing by Stark Tower and hang out, puns definitely intended.”

They both laugh and blush at the flirty proposition Gee made.

“You mind if I do come over just to hang out with you?” Although he can’t see it, Geneva cracks a small smile at the thought of being with him

“O-Of course. I’ll crack a window” she says

“Be there in 10. Bye Gee”

Ten minutes later, Geneva is sitting on her bed watching Netflix when she hears the faint “psst” coming from the spider she knows and loves.

“Hey, you” she says once she sees the masked superhero crawl through her window. She silently thanks the darkness in her room for hiding her blush once he takes his mask off to reveal his face and his messed up hair.

“Hey Gee” he says. He takes a startled step to the side once he sees the window close. He laughs

“You’re getting pretty good” she lets out a giggle, shrugs and mumbles “Yeah, I try I guess”. She moves to the side of her bed and pats the empty side twice, signaling for him to join her. The boy feels the heat rise on his cheeks as he climbs in bed with her. His feels his heartbeat quicken as Geneva puts her head on his shoulder.

“You can’t sleep, huh?” She asks, quietly. He nods, puts his chin on her head and instinctively wraps his arm around her

“Yeah,” He mumbles “I brought comfy clothes though, and you’re here so hopefully I’ll calm myself down.” She hides her face in the crook of his neck.

“You could text May and stay over if you really want. Tony probably wouldn’t mind.”

He laughs and tightens his grip on her “Are you kidding me? Tony would completely freak out on me if he just walked in on us right now!”

“Yeah yeah I know, I was trying to make you not worry.” He feels her smile against the suit.

“But first” She sits up and pushes his shoulder slightly, “You need to change, Spiderman”

He smiles while getting up and tickling her sides a little bit, making her laugh as he walks off to the bathroom to change, leaving the door open a crack.

He emerges in a white “I survived my trip to NYC” shirt and pink hello kitty pajama pants. He walks in and studies how the light from the tv illuminates Geneva’s features. It takes her a while before she notices him. “You wanna watch something? I can steal Star Wars from Tony’s room and we could have a marathon if you want. Or there’s always netflix, netflix is good and oh my god I’m rambling again I’m sorry” she cuts herself off while shyly looking down and pushing some strands of hair out of her face. He walks over to her and climbs back into the bed.

The rest of the night was filled with talking, giggles and not paying attention to whatever movie was put on the tv. The next morning rolls around and Tony is running around like a chicken without its head, looking for Geneva.

“Anyone seen my niece? I kinda lost her again” He yells. ‘She must be in her room’ he thinks to himself. He cracks open her door to see her curled up on her side next to Peter. She face was buried in the crook of his neck and his arms were around her tightly with his chin on top of her head. Tony thought he could see tear stains on Peter’s cheeks and he can’t help but flash back to that day.

“Mr.Stark?” is all he heard. “I don’t wanna go please”. Just as Tony felt the tears well in his eyes, Geneva buries her face deeper into Peter’s neck and the hairs on Peter’s arm stick up. He wakes up first, looking down at her furrowed brow, signifying that she’s thinking about something concerning her.

“Gee” he mumbles while nudging her slightly, still not noticing Tony. “Gee wake up” he says a little louder and she stirs again, finally looking up and smiling at the boy. Tony finally decides to make his presence known by obnoxiously clearing his throat. They both look at him.

“So it was you who was thinking that?” Geneva asks, softly. Tony nods. He nods his head toward Peter’s arms.

“Teen rom-com mode?” He nods again.

She smiles up at Peter again and says “Gimme 10 minutes and I’ll be out”

The rest of the day was fairly chill. It was a Saturday, after all. However, it was filled with questions about Peter and Geneva’s relationship status.

“You’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” Tony asks with raised eyebrows. Peter was called back by May, leaving Tony, Geneva and Loki sitting around and drinking tea (and coffee in Tony’s case). “No, Tony nothing’s going on” She says, rolling her eyes.

‘Yeah,” Loki adds, “Nothing officially”. Gee scoffs and smacks him in the arm.

Tony walks out of the kitchen once he’s finished with his coffee leaving Geneva and Loki alone.

“You’re up earlier than usual,” He starts “After all that Peter cuddling I thought you woulda spent the whole day in there”

She glares at him and mumbles “Yeah, well people think too loud sometimes.”

They both laugh and he says “You’re not wrong”

“Besides,” she continues, “It’s not like he likes me back or anything.” she looks down at her, now empty glass and sighs.

Loki lets out a laugh “You’re not serious are you? He likes you, Geneva. For a mind reader, you really are being thick”

“I’m not being thick!” She defends herself “I-I just don’t wanna read him”

“But you can’t turn it off can you?”

“No, I can’t” she sighs, running her hand through her hair “I tune it out when I can, and pretend to not hear the rest and pretend that I don’t think about it a lot”

She pours herself another glass of tea and hurriedly walks away to the lab to finish whatever she was working on and to avoid the conversation

In the Parker residence, May was freaking out.

“PETER! YOU CUDDLED HER THAT’S ADORABLE!!” Peter felt the blush creep onto his cheeks and he looks down, mumbling a soft “yeah”

“OH MY GOD YOU TOTALLY LIKE HER PLEASE TELL ME YOU LIKE HER”

“May!” He says “Not so loud! If I admit I do, will you be quiet?” May runs around the apartment screaming.

“I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I’M GONNA TEXT HER” Peter’s eyes widen in shock.

“WHAT? MAY NO DON’T PLEASE”

She stops mid-text. “Why not?”

“It’s just, I’m scared. What if she doesn’t like me back? What if she freaks out and tells Tony and then he’ll fire me? Or what if, she thinks it’s weird and decides that it’s better for us to not be friends anymore, May? I really like where we’re at now and I’m scared that I’m gonna jeopardize that by trying to go further with her. She’s so great, May. She could get any guy she wants and it’s probably not gonna be me.”

May puts down her phone and walks over to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Her chin on his head, her hands in his hair, calming him down.

“Peter, she obviously does like you. I don’t know if it’s my super-aunt vision or just me being a female and being able to read females but she was into you holding her close last night, right?” All Peter can do is nod at this point.

“Then why would she not feel the same way about you if she didn’t push you off?” Peter raises his head in realization.

They sit in silence before he asks “you mind texting her and asking about me?”

“Gee can you come here for a second?” Is all the girl hears before leaving her room to talk to Tony. She hears her phone go off and decides to ignore it.

“What’s up?” She asks

“How do you feel about public school?”

She’s taken aback by the question

“Well, last time I went they made fun of me cause I didn’t have parents and I moved shit with my head. But it’s better than getting beat up in an alley somewhere I guess.” She laughs at her sudden joke.

“If you went back, would you be okay with that?”

She scoffs “I guess. Would you be okay with getting your own stuff?”

He laughs and says “You wanna take a look at the same school Spiderling is at? It looks like more of your speed compared to all the other schools.”

Peter’s phone rings. The caller ID has her name on it along with a goofy picture she took.

“Hello?” Peter answers his phone.

“Hey, Pete I have a quick question for ya.” He loves her voice, even through the phone.

“Uh, y-yeah what’s going on?” “Um, your school, what’s it like? As far as like, environment and stuff?” There’s a pause on his end. “Well, you’ve helped me with like half of my homework so you know about all the education going on there, um there’s this one asshole, Flash. He’s kind of a jerk but that’s about it. It’s kinda clique-y but Ned and I, we’re doing alright. Why?”

“Well,” She starts and laughs a bit “Tony wants me to go back to public school. I told him I would think about it and he’s looking at Midtown. I dunno, I guess I’m just,” she pauses again, holding back the painful childhood memories

“I guess I’m just trying to figure out what I’m getting myself into before I actually show up and relive my shithole of a past y’know?”

He bites his cheek. He hates seeing her hurt, both physically and mentally.

“Geneva, I’m sorry” Peter mumbles

She lets out a quiet giggle “Don’t be. It’s not your fault I’m a monster”

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re amazing and wonderful and absolutely not a monster. If you do go to Midtown you should totally hang out with Ned and me, I mean if you want to. You don’t have to if you don’t want to I was just thinking-”

“-Peter,” she says in her calming voice “I would love to hang out with you, if you’d have me”.

The blush is dusting his cheeks again. “R-really? You’re actually gonna go?”

Geneva smiles at the boy’s excitement “Y-yeah is that cool?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s definitely cool”

“Great! I guess I’ll see you there eventually!”

“Hey Geneva? Can I ask you something before you go?”

Her eyebrows furrow “What’s up?”

He swallows the lump in his throat “Did May actually end up texting you?” “Uh, yeah I think she did. I haven’t gotten a chance to look at it yet. Why what’s going on?” “Oh, i-it’s nothing. She was just going on and on about some, uh, stuff and she was like ‘oh I’m gonna text Geneva about it’ and then I told her not to but then she made a really good point and I asked her to get your input on it. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, if she did, that’s great but if she didn’t, don’t worry about it.”

“Alright, Pete I should let you go.”

“Bye, Gee”

She hangs up the phone and sees the text from May

May Parker Hey Gee, It’s May. Just out of curiosity, what are your thoughts on Peter?

Geneva smiles at the message and types one back

Geneva “Gee” Stark Well, you definitely raised him well, like I’ve said before. But he’s just sweet, funny and very understanding if situations get bad. I really hope you don’t mind him sleeping over last night. He was rambling about how he couldn’t sleep and I thought I could help 😁

May’s phone buzzes again with a second text

Geneva “Gee” Stark So, in short, yes, I do like him if that’s what you were wondering 😉

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hollamd · 6 years

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I had feelings for you - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N likes her best friend Peter but Peter likes Liz, all that basic stuff… But I can’t summarize it too much or y’all will find out the ending sooooo…..

Word Count: 2555

Warnings: Swearing like always!! And uhhhh almost sexual assault (its not super graphic but if you don’t like that then don’t read it please)

A/N: This was the first fic I’d written and I decided to post it… I try-harded this, I’m not gonna lie. It’s kinda mediocre and cliche imo but I actually kinda like it. If you’ve read my Love Me Back fic you’ll notice it’s kinda similar to it in a way so I guess I took this story and changed it up later on. I actually like this one better which is why I’m posting it! I hope y’all enjoy and don’t forget to leave comments about your thoughts!! (I really like feedback it motivates me a lot so never be afraid to shoot me an anon or message) woop.

Y/N was out for a late night run, a thing she regularly did when she was upset, usually due to the fact her parents constantly argued. This time, it wasn’t because of her parents. It was because of the one person she’d thought would never hurt her. She tried to blame the events of the last few days on Liz, or even on herself, but it all came back to Peter.

Y/N had a crush on Peter for a brief few months, but all those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind once she realized he only had eyes for Liz. Y/N and Ned had always encouraged him to go ask her out, and for awhile, Y/N genuinely wanted him to be with her. If Y/N had known the havoc Liz would wreak, she’d be against them as a couple from the start.

Three Days Ago

The three friends were sitting at lunch, and Peter once again was yearning for Liz. Y/N and Ned were simply just having a conversation about the new Star Wars trailer, when she gazed over at her best friend.

“Come on Peter all you do is watch her. Just talk to her a little bit, you have some classes together don’t you?” Y/N said with a sweet smile on her face.

Peter sighed “Yeah, but look she’s so pretty and her clothes and it’s just everything. I really don’t wanna mess it up”

“You won’t mess it up. Even if you do, I’ll go with you to homecoming if it makes you feel any better…” She bit her lip, a little nervous. It wasn’t like Y/N made a pass at him, but going to homecoming with someone was generally a romantic thing, what if he took her offer in the wrong way? No. He was too oblivious.

She sat there overthinking about Peter, while he sat there overthinking about Liz. “I don’t wanna do it now anyway. I’ll be all stuttery and awkward, and all her friends are right there.”

“Then just wait until you see her alone. You’ve talked her a good amount of times, enough to be considered a friend. You got this.” Ned said.

They didn’t have any classes together after lunch, so the rest of the day went by pretty fast. Peter and Y/N would meet up after school so they could walk to his apartment and finish the homework before the weekend started. Y/N was waiting at their usual bench when he walked up with a huge smile on his face.

“Well someone’s happy about something,” You said. “What’s the deal Pete? Did you ask Liz?”

“Well, no, but she invited me and Ned to her party tonight. She at least knows who I am. It’ll be a great time to ask her don’t you think?”

“Well yeah but tonight is movie night, I was thinking we could watch Beauty and the Beast? You know you guys always pick the movie. So now you gotta watch a princess movie. Anyway, It’d be a great way-”

“Y/N come on! This is the one night I get to prove myself to her!” Peter whined.

Y/N was kinda surprised he felt he had to prove himself to Liz, and a little sad too, because she knew she’d treat him a lot better than Liz ever would.

“Um, okay well you and Ned have fun tonight, I guess.” Y/N said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

Clearly Peter saw right past her facade, because he said, “Hey, I’m sorry, I promise we’ll have movie night tomorrow, and this time you can sing along.”

“Okay, but you have to pay for snacks, too.” You said. “I think I’m just gonna go to my house then. I’ll cya, Pete.” She said, managing to sound a little less hurt from the situation now.

Y/N put her earphones in and began to walk to the subway to go home. She didn’t understand why she felt so betrayed by Peter. They never dated, he never even liked her, and she barely liked Peter. Okay, that’s a lie, she liked him a lot, but she wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, not even herself. Another thing that bothered her was how she wasn’t invited to the party. Ned was, and it was known that the three of them were kind of a package. Y/N just decided to blame it on the fact that she wasn’t with them when they were invited.

The next morning Y/N woke up to a text from Peter that said he’d asked Liz out to homecoming, and that she’d said yes. Y/N felt something tug on her heart for a moment there, but she knew she couldn’t admit to her feelings now. Instead, that brief sadness was blamed on the fact she’d be attending homecoming alone. She decided to respond.

You: That’s amazing Peter! Also, do you wanna stop by the deli for lunch and then we could do a snack run for the movie tonight?

A few seconds later she got a text back.

Peter: I can’t do lunch right now but I’ll do a snack run later, for sure!

Y/N sighed, but decided to run a few blocks to the deli on her own. She laced up her shoes and went for a nice jog, a pastime she did often. She was just turning the corner when she saw them. It was Peter and Liz walking out of the deli. Y/N and Peter’s spot, where they went daily. She couldn’t help but feel replaced and embarrassed. Of course he couldn’t go to lunch with her. She shook her head and decided to just go home before she saw anything else. They sure were becoming better friends, and really quickly

Y/N got home and took a nice shower to wash off the sweat from her run before she called Peter. When she was done, she got no answer.

“Hey, you’ve reached Peter Parker! Can’t get to the phone right now, but you know what to do.”

“Hi, um I was just wondering if we were still on tonight because… I don’t know just double-checking I guess but call me as soon as you can. Bye.” She hung up the phone and bit her lip out of an anxious habit.

After that, she called Ned, and thankfully he picked up pretty quickly.

“Hey Y/N, are you calling about movie night?”

“Yeah Peter said he’d make it up to me. How was the party last night anyway?”

He sighed. “It was okay I guess. Peter kinda left me once Liz started talking to him. I don’t know… he just kinda crawled up her ass. I ditched the party a little early.”

She chuckled at his words. Ned had a point.

“I saw him getting lunch with her today and it just bothered me. You don’t think he’ll replace us or whatever? I mean I know that’s such a cliche TV-Show thing, but-”

“Y/N I like to believe Pete’s better than that you know? I think he just has to get over a little crush.”

She laughed a little bit. “Yeah I guess so. And come over at seven, we’re watching Beauty and the Beast!” Y/N said excitedly, followed by a groan from Ned before she hung up the phone.

An hour later, she got a response from Peter.

Peter: Sorry, Aunt May wants me to clean the house or whatever. I hate blowing you off again.

Y/N sighed and didn’t know why she expected any better. It’s been barely one full day, and he’s already avoided her three times. She really wanted to confront him and call him out, but he was still her friend, so she just decided not to.

You: No it’s fine, no worries!! Totally get the nagging aunt/parent issue. :)

The rest of the week was basically a pattern. On Sunday, Y/N texted Peter, but this time he didn’t even respond, and the thing that made it the worst was she saw Liz’s instagram post, which was basically her Peter, seemingly spending the whole day together.

Monday came Peter couldn’t stop gushing about how him and Liz “had really clicked”. Frankly, Y/N couldn’t care less at this point. She smiled and smiled and told him how “happy” she was for the two of them.

In English, Flash, Peter’s bully, sat right by Y/N and smiled her annoyingly. “Hey, Y/N” He said nudging her arm.

She took a deep breath in and said, “Hi, Flash. Can I help you?”

He grinned and flirted with her a little bit. “So, do you wanna go to homecoming with me? Unless you’re already going with Peni-”

“Don’t call him that, and no he’s going with Liz. I’ll think about it Flash.” Y/N interrupted. Flash nodded his head to her and then walked away. She originally said she’d think about his invitation to simply get rid of him. However, the more Y/N thought about it, she began to want to go with him. She wasn’t a big fan of Flash, but maybe she wanted to have a somewhat fairytale homecoming, too. Okay, well, as much of a fairytale you can get without Peter. That thought made her sigh, and she really wished these feelings for him didn’t resurface now of all times. At lunch, Y/N tried to avoid Peter, so she decided to sit with Michelle. They were decent friends, and she knew Michelle was tight-lipped, so she told her all about Peter, and how she might have feelings for him? Michelle actually understood, and for a little bit Y/N didn’t feel like she was overreacting.

The school day went by quick, without any sign of Peter. There were a few times she saw him and he saw her, but neither made the effort to say anything. Maybe Peter deep down knew he was doing wrong. Later that night, Y/N surprisingly got a call from Peter.

“Hello?” Y/N answered.

“Hey Y/N, I didn’t see you much today.”

“Yeah, sorry about that I guess I was just busy. I ate with Michelle at lunch, we have a history project so we discussed that… Anyway did you need something?”

He took a breath in. “Well, I just kinda heard from Liz,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the name, “that Flash actually asked you to homecoming? I would’ve liked to been there to see you turn him down, since he thinks he’s the shit and the look on his face must’ve been pricele-“

“Peter, I didn’t say no.” Y/N interrupted him. Why did Liz know about this anyway? It just wasn’t any of her business.

“What do you mean?”

“I-I just told him I’d think about it.”

“Really?” He cleared his throat. “Why exactly?”

“I don’t it’s just…” Your voice trailed off. “It’s nice to know guys notice you, and that you’re not invisible… Besides, it’s better than going alone. I’m not marrying him or dating him, it’s just homecoming!”

“You can’t go out with him!” Peter shouted, almost out of instinct.

“Who does he think he is?” Y/N thought. “I can do whatever I want without his permission. He just ignore me for days and then think he can order me around.”

“I can, and now I think I will. You won’t change my mind, Peter. Don’t try to drag this on” You sighed.

“Y/N-”

“No, you can go out with Liz, and I can go out with Flash.”

“You’re only going out with Flash because you’re desperate.” He said in a rude tone. Y/N was taken aback for a second. You really didn’t have anything else to say to him. “You know what Y/N? You’re only doing this because you’re jealo-” She hung the phone up mid-sentence.

It was around 11pm, a few hours after Y/N’s phone call with Peter. She’d cried a little bit after, but got it together, because she realized that she deserved better. He was only a shitty friend.

Y/N ran downstairs and laced-up her shoes once again, to clear her head and take a break from her thoughts. She would done as she always had to escape stressful and upsetting situations: run. Y/N would run all night if her body would allow her; it kept her mind occupied and she loved how unstoppable she felt.

The girl swung her front door open, and locked it behind her. The cold air licked her face and began to creep up under her clothes. When she breathed, her breath was visible. She took a breath in, and began to run.

The autumn air was crisp, and the street lights dimly lit up the cracked sidewalk. Her tied up hair swung back and forth, and the her steps felt in-sync to the song playing in her ears.

Y/N had her music turned up loudly, but she could swear for the last few blocks she’d heard footsteps behind her. She discreetly took one earbud out, and they only seemed to get louder. Her jog became a full on sprint, but the figure that trailed behind her was able to keep up. She tried to lose the person by running in between allies until she ran into a dead-end. She turned around to face her follower and met a shadowed-man, who was much bigger and taller than she was.

Y/N screamed as loud as she could before suddenly the man grabbed her and covered her mouth. “Now, now, let’s make this easy, I don’t wanna this to be difficult.”

Tears streamed down her cheek, and she tried to scream again, but it only came out as a muffled cry. The man began to run his hand down her body, sending shivers down her spine. “Pretty little girls like you shouldn’t be out alone, especially at this hour.” He growled in her ear.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, praying for a miracle. The man’s hand began to find it’s way down her back, until suddenly he had let go of her. An “umph” sound followed.

She turned her head and gasped, the man was on the ground. Spider-man had kicked the down, and dodges a knife thrown by Y/N’s attacker. He webs him to the wall of a building, and once he turns around, Y/N’s gone.

Peter sees Y/N up ahead, so he slings up on some buildings, catches up to her and then lands right in front of her, causing her to jump. “You shouldn’t be out alone this late…Are you okay?—Sorry I scared you.”

Y/N was a crying mess at this point. “No, don’t talk to me like that Peter.” He took his mask off and tried to hug her, but she only pushed him away. “You’ve blown me off, and I didn’t ask to be saved by you.” She spat.

“What? If I didn’t save you, that guy would’ve-”

“I know Peter, but you just frustrate me! You’ve been basically avoiding me and trashing me since Liz’s stupid party! And you don’t even care! You in fact called me desperate and jealous!”

“I didn’t think it’d mattered that much! It’s been three days. Aren’t you kind of overreacting?” He kind of scoffed at Y/N, which only made her angrier.

“No, Peter I’m not, because maybe, JUST maybe, I had feelings for you and you just blow me off! Y-You replaced me and forgot about me!” Y/B stuttered. She didn’t mean to blurt that out, but she was just so angry at this point…

“W-wait you…? What did you say?” Peter was taken aback.

“I said I had fucking feelings for you…” Y/N quietly with sigh.

“What about Flash? Don’t you-”

“Just because I’m going to homecoming with him doesn’t mean I love him…” Y/N looked at the ground, unable to meet Peter’s eyes.

“You love me?”

“I don’t know…” Y/N said, frustrated. “Listen Peter-”

“Y-you encouraged me to ask Liz out?” His voice breaks. She didn’t expect him to be so affected by this…

“I only wanted you to be happy, Peter. I’m just sorry it wasn’t me.”

Y/N turned on her heel and began walking away, leaving a very confused and conflicted boy standing on sidewalk.

The girl got home a half hour later with a pink a nose, numb fingers, and numb toes. She quickly crept up to her room, careful to not disturb her family. Once in her room, she fell to the floor and let quiet sobs escape her and rack her body.

This lasted only a few minutes, until she gathered herself. She stood up, wiped her cheeks and thought. She knew she deserved better; she realized what had to be done.

Y/N had to leave the only boy she had ever loved behind… No matter what Peter had to say.

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justanothercinemaniac · 7 years

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #218 - Corpse Bride

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) Credits read, “A Laika Entertainment Production.”

Huh, the more you know.

2) We understand Victor as a character perfectly after our first encounter with him. He’s shown to be observant, quiet, a little timid, and longing for a sense of freedom (like when he lets the butterfly go). It’s a simple intro which will help carry his character throughout the film.

3) Even before “According to Plan” there’s this tracking shot through Victor’s community which establishes the rigidness/emptiness of his world VERY well. But just because this is a cold world doesn’t mean it’s unimaginative.

4) “According to Plan”

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The opening number of the film (while no “This is Halloween”) does a lot of things well. For one, it sets up the context. We understand what is about to happen and why it is about to happen (to a point), we are given exposition in a sleek and entertaining way which isn’t always easy to do. But beyond that it sets up the soul of Victor’s soul. Or, more pointedly, its LACK of soul. The dreariness, the class conflict, the bleakness of it. But not in a way where you want to turn the movie off, which is important. All in all, it’s a strong opening number.

Victoria: “What if Victor and I don’t like each other?”

Mrs. Everglot: “Huff! As if that has anything to do with marriage.”

6) The art style of this film is wicked strong, specifically with character design. By pushing the boundaries of human anatomy and design we get a base understanding of many characters (major and minor) that can be built off of in the future. My favorite is the Everglot’s butler with his permanently upturned nose.

7) The piano solo.

I think this is the strongest instrumental piece in the film and largely works as to show what makes Victor and Victoria unique. It is incredibly pleasant, lively, and romantic. There’s a beauty to the melody which lives within both these characters which just is not present in their world. All in all, its a beautiful piece.

8) The piano in this scene is a Harryhausen, as in Ray Harryhausen who was a pioneer of stop motion animation.

9) Both Johnny Depp as Victor and Emily Watson as Victoria are wonderful in their respective voice over roles. They each are very similar, having a timidness/quietness which is only endearing and interesting early on. But as the film progresses each is able to naturally push the characters’ emotions and boldness. Each is still unique, however, not a clone of the other. They just work best when paired.

10) This film thrives in its simplicity. It tells the story it needs to quickly and efficiently, working more as a macabre fairytale than anything else. That simplicity (which can be seen in the inciting incident of Victor awakening the titular bride) is the movie’s most endearing quality.

11) There’s a nice sense of humor to this film, possibly best seen in the Town Cryer.

12) So Emily (the corpse bride) acts all innocent like she didn’t KNOW Victor doesn’t want to be with her. But if when you first meet your husband and he’s running away from you in panic doesn’t that tell you something?

13) The after life.

One of the things I like most about this film is the juxtaposition between the after life and the living world. From a design element, the expected tropes are flipped on their heads. Its the living world which is bleak and dull while the after life is INCREDIBLY lively. The color and art style gives it a fun sensibility which I just really appreciate, helping you get invested in the fantasy elements of this film.

14) “Remains of the Day”

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Honestly, this is the best song in the entire film. It does a number of things CRAZY well, both giving us Emily’s backstory in a sleek way while also developing how the after life (in this world) is not something to be feared. This one lyric in particular PERFECTLY defines this film’s afterlife:

“Die, die, we all pass away. You might cry now but it’s really okay! You might try to hide and you might run away but we all end up the remains of the day!”

More than anything else the high energy of the song (supported by Danny Elfman’s vocals and composition) are what make it such an incredible tune. It’s just so freaking fun!

15) While important to the rest of the film, I always found the surface world’s plot line kind of dull. I like Victoria and her development, but I am WAY more interested in what’s going on with Emily. So anytime we cut away I’m just waiting to get back to the afterlife of the film.

16) Helena Bonham Carter as the titular corpse bride, Emily.

Holy freaking cow, this role. Holy freaking cow, Helena Bonham Carter IN this role. Emily could have easily been a flat archetype, a mythical figure presented in the story. But easily she is the liveliest character in the entire film (poetic, isn’t it?). She is kinda, loving, optimistic, funny, innocent but not naive, hopeful, occasionally scary, and just really freaking interesting all around! Bonham Carter blends all these characteristics beautifully in her vocal work, making you forget that you are in fact listening to an actress. She’s Emily, through and through. It is by far one my favorite performances of the actress, even if it is just a voice over.

17) I like how this film totally glosses over the fact that EMILY CAN TALK TO DOGS! Like, the spiders and maggots at least speak her language. BUT THE DOG JUST BARKS!

18) I always really liked Elder Gutknecht, but I’m not sure why. I think Michael Gough’s charming vocals are definitely a contributing factor, but there’s this chemistry and energy to him that I’ve just always been invested in.

19) Fun fact, the voice of the maggot is based on famous horror actor Peter Lorre!

20) One thing the film does that I do like is that Victor and Victoria WANT to be together. Yes their marriage is arranged but they actually end up connecting with/caring for each other, which is a nice twist on the way these marriages are usually handled in films. I’m not saying I think we should have more arranged marriages, but I just like this film went a different direction than normal with it.

21)

Victor: “Victoria!”

Victoria: “Victor?”

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22) “Tears to Shed”

This song works on two different levels: in one way it is a fun, upbeat, positive analysis of Emily as a character (what makes her unique and lovable); in another way it is a sad, heartbreaking reflection of Emily’s grief. The fact that both elements are able to lend so naturally and change tones so well is a testament not only to Danny Elfman’s skills as a composer but the filmmaking team as a whole.

23) This is a delightfully old school line.

Pastor [asking about the living marrying the dead]: “A grim topic for a bride to be.”

Victoria: “’Tis a bride I fear.”

24) Roll credits!

Victoria: “He has a CORPSE BRIDE!”

25) Okay, so Victoria’s parents set up Lord Barkis with their daughter once Victor disappears. But 1) don’t they think they’re RELATED to Lord Barkis (and that’s why he showed up to the wedding) and 2) if they’re marrying for cash, wouldn’t they want to know that Lord Barkis HAS money beforehand?

26) I like that Victoria’s nanny Hildegard acts in many ways like a true mother to her, definitely much more so than Mrs. Everglot. They’re small moments of connection and support through the film, but I appreciate them.

27) Victor deciding to stay with Emily in death is a strong character choice. Having a passive protagonist is boring and he easily could’ve been poisoned by another character, but him making that choice (and how it speaks to where he is in the film) is great.

28) I like how all these lost connections are rekindled when the dead revisit the world of the living. It’s a nice, natural outcome to the idea of the dead returning to earth.

29) Similar to note #27, Emily’s decision to not go through the marriage is strong. Because SHE’S the one most invested in it. Victor is largely doing it FOR HER. So the fact she decides to stop it, to end it, speaks greatly to her selflessness and her wonderful heart.

30)

Lord Barkis [to Emily]: “But, but…I left you!”

Emily: “For dead.”

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Honestly, I saw that coming a mile away the first time I watched this movie. But so what? It’s still fun!

31) I don’t LOVE the climactic sword fight between Victor and Lord Barkis, it’s just fine. But I will say when Emily holds the sword it’s freaking awesome!

32) Barkis’ death is also wonderfully creepily handled.

33) I love Emily’s ascension. A parallel to Victor setting the butterfly free at the film’s beginning, it is not only a great bookend but a wonderful happy ending.

Corpse Bride is really a treat. Director Tim Burton is in his element with this delightfully charming and imaginative macabre fairytale. The design is wonderful, the voice acting is strong, and its just a really sweet treat (especially around Halloween). I definitely recommend it.

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