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letitbefiction · 6 years

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A little ODD- chapter 2

•the secrets an alley holds•

Summary: at the age of 9, y/n y/l/n had lost her close family members in the explosions of the Stark Expo night. She was sent to live with her grandmother in queens and as destiny would call, y/n is forced to meet her father, of whom she never talked to before. Tony Stark.

Chapter summary: art comes in many forms, and so are secrets. It was by fate the two had a crossroad behind an alley.

A/N: I AM ON SUMMER BREAK YOU GUYS! And that means I’ll have a lot of time to write now so that’s a good thing. I’m still working on Iron heart and it’s extremely difficult for me because it’s coming to an end and I want to make it the best I can! So wait patiently- love A.Y 💗

Warning-nothing. Absolutely N-O-T-H-I-N-G!

Paring- Peter Parker x stark!reader (eventually)

Type: fluff

Word count: 3700 (3691 but I mean come on!)

I MADE A PLAYLIST! Check it out: (x) still making a progress but it’s kind of nice I guess?

•prologue •chapter 1 •chapter 3

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The next morning you woke up a bit more enthusiastic, more happy than the usual.

You didn’t know why but you just did, and that kind of freaked you out but as the morning routine went by, the weirdness disappeared and you gave in to the nice feeling.

Your fingers running through the packaged granola bars to choose your favorite before looking at your mirrored appearance once again.

“Bye Gran!” You yelled and rushed down the wooden stairs, not noticing the boyish character that had opened the door as you passed him by with a jump.

You opened the heavy glass door and walked onto the busy street, a combination of baked goods and fuel flooded the air. Some poppy song played in your headphones as you fought the urge to dance out a memorized choreography in the busy morning street.

Peter walked a few feet behind you, he had seen you around a few times already but never put much thought of it, mainly focusing on Liz , but only yesterday he had the chance to talk to you, and man did it felt good.

He liked the way you spoke, straight forward and sarcastic but also with hidden meaning in your words, keeping yourself a closed book he was eager to read. Both in class and that evening he found himself fascinated by you, from the way your words shoot from your lips confidently to the way the wind pushed your y/h/c hair back as you stared ahead at the sunset that lit up your features perfectly. You were on his mind constantly, for hours he debated on how he could start a conversation with you without the mask.

You felt that you were being followed, not even the distracting music couldn’t stop your gut from informing you on the heated eyes that stared at the back of your head.

Your y/e/c quickly scanned the mysterious person behind you. ‘Parker..’ you muttered, only for you to hear as your eyes took in his looks.

A blue and black flannel paired with a gray geeky T-shirt underneath, a star war reference printed on it with black ink and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at it.

You immediately removed your eyes when you saw the sing above your head, directing you to the block stairs ahead.

The ride to school was filled with enjoyable music and a tight knot in your stomach reminding you that Peter’s brown eyes were still on you, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to talk to you again, he just didn’t know quite how.

It was tradition for you to come early to Art class, your tensed form calming as the smell of paint and new canvases filled your mind with ideas. One of the many reasons why you liked art was because it was the only artistic class the school provided you, a place where you could let your creativity run wild with no need for joining the oh so “friendly” clubs.

The teacher was new though, from the moment you walked in you noticed her, She was young, like really young, and dressed appropriately to a teacher her age you assumed. She stared at you for a moment with a stern expression before it melted into a soft smile “quite early aren’t we?” She smirked and took a few steps closer to your timid eyes “I’m—“ “new..” you cut coldly, her eyes blinked nervously not used to a teenager behaving in such manner. “where’s Mrs. Creamer?” You continued coldly, crossing your arms over your form, fingernails digging at your upper arms as you resisted the anger that shot through your veins.

You were sure that she was gonna talk back to you, or even worse try and get you out of her class permanently, but no. Her eyes turned softer and she approached over, her hand reached to your shoulder but you flinched at her sudden action, her green eyes trying to seek information from behind your walls.

She lowered her hand with a kind smile “She retired, but based on your figure of speech you must really like her?” You looked to the side and huffed, maybe you did, that was just another reminder to you that you can’t get attached without preparing yourself to disappointment. “She was nice..” you mumbled eyes shooting to your usual place in the back, where no one get to judge your work. “Well..I’m miss Evans.. I hope you’ll find me a good teacher as well miss..” “y/n..y/n y/l/n.” “Pleasure to meet you” she huffed with a friendly smile, “yeah ok..” you spoke quietly as the loud bell called the other students in.

You scribbled in a small paper a few random face features, especially eyes. Putting effort in them as if they were the biggest and most important thing in the world at the moment. Suddenly, your eyes darted to a character that took a seat next to you, his curls were neatly tucked away with gel as his eyes turned to you softly, obviously quiet uncomfortable with your suspicious eyes. “H-hey..I uh..I’m Pe—“ “Peter. I know” you cut, still confused over why he chose to take a seat next to you and not any of the others teenagers, maybe he just did that as lest result you thought. Your heart race increased for some reason and your eyes darted immediately back to the piece of paper on the table, the teacher’s voice explaining the work you will be forced to do for the next 4 weeks.

‘portraits!’ She called enthusiastically, making you roll your eyes. You hated being drawn, truly believing it’s a waste of precious paint and time and maybe it was also quite insulting because no one ever cared enough in this class anyways.

A small cough dragged your attention and you turned to the curly headed boy, he wanted to start saying something but his words seemed to run out dry at your sight “oh..uh..” “y/n. We should start working” you brushed coldly as the innocent teacher gave away newly bought sketch books ‘wow..she really is new at this isn’t she..’ you thought as your fingers creased the heavy cover before flipping carefully through the empty pages.

You turned to the anxious Peter, who sat completely impatient giving you a slight feeling of uncertainty and hurt, maybe he thought of you like the others? It pissed you off but you decided to go against your instincts to yell at him and instead you turned to him with a kind smile.

“I like your shirt” you whispered calmly, avoiding everyone else but him. His brown eyes darted to you, a slight shine to them as he parted his pink lips “what?” “Didn’t you hear me?” You said clearly, slightly regretting your tone fearing it might come on edge. “Yeah no I uh..I did. Not dead quite yet!” He shook his head, a little chuckle escaping between words. Suddenly noticing your raised brow he was quick to explain “Yesterday y-you uh..you said that—“ “oh..you actually remember it..nice” you whispered a bit dumbfounded of his attention to your words.

He ran his hand through his hair quickly before bringing it back to clasp it with his own nervously “y-yeah..uh so..um..” “Do you want to take pictures or like.. real life drawing?” You said calmly, motioning to your phone as he kept fidgeting with his fingers and nodding his head subconsciously to your words. “I mean pictures will give us a better way of working at home” you continued watching his nervousness flowing through the hem of his shirt “and this way the..model won’t move.” You smiled teasingly, causing him to flash a shy smile to you as his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

“Y-yeah! Absolutely! Pictures it is then!” He cheered shakily and you fought hard to ignore the slight smile that tugged your lips. He pulled out his phone from hus back pocket and turned to you, waiting for you to take a oose like the other girls, but you didn’t.

You lips parted slightly and your eyes opened up a bit, showing the true meaning of y/e/c beauty. To the sound of click you returned to your slouching position but your eyes failed to ignore the sight of Peter’s worried eyes. “You good?” “Uh..I um..yeah..yeah..” he answered quickly as you reached for your phone, quietness settling down as you deleted a few videos from your gallery. “why aren’t you smiling?” He suddenly asked, motioning to the picture on his glowing screen that included your sad eyes. You shook your head immediately and shot a kook to Peter’s candy eyes, heart beating faster to the sight “I..uh..does it matter?” “Yea-“ “no. It doesn’t.” You said sharply, completely shutting down the conversation “Oh uh..ok..” you saw the disappointment in his eyes but fought the urge to explain yourself to him, he doesn’t need to know how your smile disappeared, and how it kept hidden after people said it weirded them out.

“Ok..your turn..” you spoke calmly, locking away the anger as your eyes tracked the focused figure through the screen, his hair was still perfectly made, and his thin lips curled upwards just a bit as he stared ahead at the small phone camera lens. “Your photogenic..” you said sheepishly, tucking away a stray hair behind your ear, Peter looked at you and turned a different shade of pink when you turned away from him to place the addictive device on the table. “thank you..” he muttered, his heartbeat sped up as he argued with his mind on what should his response be.

He looked away, fearing what your response will be “you’re beautiful by the way...” he spoke, turning all colors of pink feeling your eyes on him.

Your heart pounded in your chest so loudly, you didn’t know why, you barely know the guy, why...it didn’t matter much. It’s more of a don’t.

Don’t get close. Don’t get hurt.

His eyes eyes suddenly met yours, you blinked shyly a hidden smile lifted your lips automatically.

He stared at you peacefully, you didn’t mind, all thoughts and fears suddenly melted away and mixed into his chocolate eyes. “I..uh I’d love to urm...take more pictures of you one day” he mumbled and you tilted your head slightly “That’s not creepy” you taunted calmly, watching him turn a bright color of red as he ran his fingers through his perfectly made hair, “n-no I uh..I sometimes..uh take p-photos and—“ “you’re a photographer Pete?” You commented, curiosity peaking in your mind, after all the boy had a reputation for being more on the..science side rather on the artsy one.

“I uh..w-well..it’s um..” he stunned, words being trapped behind his lips as he tapped his fingers nervously on the table.

You didn’t know why, but it seemed like a decent way of communicating. You reached your hand over to his and just placed it calmly, his eyes immediately looked up to yours “yes.” He spoke directly and you snatched your hand away, bringing it up to your hair to tuck back a stary hair to avoid his gaze.

You played it cool though, being able to lie to people throughout you life made it easier for you to fake a feeling.

“Oh..cool..” you shrugged carelessly and lifted your supplements, “does that mean we um..could meet up and uh.. take mm-ore pictures tog-gether?” He mumbled and you turned to him.

“I never said that..” you shut his excitement down, but something within you wanted to..do something new, maybe get to know the boy from the seventh floor, maybe have a friend.

“but we’ll see..” you taunted playfully before stepping to the rushing hallway and disappearing within crowded teenagers, leaving the boy completely lost.

“I don’t know Ned she seems nice!” Peter exclaimed, his blue tray hitting the metal table before he sits down. The cafeteria was full of people and the food seemed rotten already even though it was only the second day of school.

Ned blinked trying to wrap his mind over his friend’s words, stating that he might actually have feelings for the troubled girl.

“Peter. Seriously? Y/n—“ he started but was quickly cut by MJ’s voice who appeared out of no where and took a seat in front of them, “what about y/n?” She asked, her tone is a mixture or curiosity and anger, she had met you a few times, you two held a few conversations by now and hearing other mistreat you for no reason kind of ticked her off.

Ned scanned the cafeteria, eyes glancing at your lonely table, your eyes emptily blinking at your new sketchbook as music filled your mind, a slight attempt to make you forget who and where you are.

Ned’s eyes darted back to the table, wide deep brown eyes filled with doubt “She’s..she’s kinda scary..” he stated hesitatingly but his female friend simply shrugged before pulling out her book, “true. But she’s kinda cool” she “wha—how do you know?” “Had a class with her last year. She’s straight forward and well..opinionated.” She shrugged, ignoring the looks from the two teenagers, while Peter seemed to agree and even liking the answer Ned still seemed a bit shaken up and added quickly “And could kill us.”

Peter Snapped his sight to his best friend with disbelief “who told you that?” He asked rhetorically, his voice getting a bit high pitched while doing so. Ned shook his head dramatically and darted his eyes to you before looking back at his friends, “Dude one time she beat up three jocks! In the same time!” He exclaimed lowly, Peter glanced at you quickly, both fear and an impressed feeling rose within him “Oh! I saw that! Awesome!” Michelle smiled proudly, lowering her books with the pages still open over the metal table. Ned looked at them with disbelief before adding “And one time she almost stabbed someone because he—“ “she had every right. He shouldn’t brought her family to that argument.” “Her family?” Peter asked dumbfounded, sure he gets family is important but to the point of almost committing a crime..that seemed a bit over exaggerated.

“Wow..you are so..wow..” Michelle smiled sarcastically, he was unknown to your situation and he was living three floors below you.

Peter squinted his eyes, his nose wrinkled in confused “what? Why?” Was all he said as his friends exchanged desperate looks, “Go ask her.” Michelle said coldly, nudging her head towards you. Peter followed her eyes and quickly turned to her wide eyed “What n-no! No. no.” He whispered loudly “Why not?” She taunted, unable to find a reasonable explanation he turned to his friend.

“we should get early to class right Ned?” The curly headed boy rushed, standing on his feet and dragging the tray with the uneaten food to his arms “What?” Ned asked confused, still sitting back to the table and eating his food like a normal person, unlike his friend who seemed to be extremely anxious to get to class.

“Getting to class? Like..now.” Peter said, his tone turned a bit softer and begging, his puppy eyes showing through and as his best friend, Ned was ought to give in.

“see ya losers” she saluted with two fingers before lifting her book again, “bye MJ” Ned called, slightly losing Peter in the crowd.

The brown haired boy stopped and turned to seek his friend who seemed awfully displeased of his behavior, “What’s up with you?” He grumbled as they both continued walking down to biology class, having to avoid the amount of stray students around them. “Nothing..just didn’t want Michelle to..ya know. Might call her over or something” peter exclaimed, speaking with his hands desperately trying to get his point of view to his best friend.

Ned shook his head with disbelief, a smile appearing on his face as he spoke again, “do you really think she—“ he started, but suddenly realizing that it was Michelle they were talking about he stopped and his smile turned into a thin line “yeah ok fair enough” he joked knowingly as Peter opened the door for them both to get inside.

Last class of today, everything was doubtful about this day, one moment you felt great, accompanied by Peter that somehow made your heart increase it’s speed and let a slight feeling in warmth in your chest, and the next you’d be in US history conflicted between arguing with the teacher or punch Flash’s friends that set behind you that made constant remarks on your appearance, like seriously, what the hell was their problem.

You stared ahead at the scribbles on you notes, your letter neatly covered the lines as the teacher continued speaker, but her voice was nothing but a muffled noise in your ears for they were preferring to listen to the song that played in your headphones.

Your eyes flickered to you phone, you wanted to reach and look at the time but your finger print immediately opened the screen, you should have looked at the time as you promised yourself but you somehow found yourself flipping through a few pictures until reaching the needed one.

You stared at Peter’s shy smile, his eyes twinkling with the florescent light in that classroom and his cheeks seemed tinted pink just a tiny bit, why were you smiling? What was happening? Why did you like it? You shouldn’t like it.

You should’ve looked away and at least fake to care about the last few words of the teacher but you seemed lost.

The sound of chairs being dragged on the marble floor made you look up though and seeing the students pack away their belongings you were quick to do the same.

The wind gushed through hair as you walked fast past a few stores, most of this area was a unusually packed with the wrong crowd but you had your own hidden place, that’s why you liked it, a place fit for a ghost.

You took a right, and then a left, and then another left until you reached the abounded facility.It was a mirror factory once, went out of business a few years back and since then you claimed it as your own, a place for you to express yourself.

Opening the heavy metal door was most likely the hardest part of getting in, but when you did you were met with the familiarity of the concrete and smell of old glue and fresh air, which seemed a bit unfitting considering the amount of dust the this place had.

There were a few large metal shipping container filled with nothing or broken materials, the whole place was made of concrete, a verity of bricks that were meant to be red and concrete that was beyond filthy. It didn’t bother nor worry you much, apart from the blood that was on the other side of the room but you learned not to question shit that didn’t involved you and turned to your usual spot.

You were a dancer, a rather good one, but your apartment was too small and the roof was too noisy for you to focus so having this..broken place, was perfect.

You kicked off a few pieces of shuttered glass to the side and lifted out you phone and speaker, listening carefully to your surroundings waiting for the small cue to tell you it’s connected.

You could hear the cars, and people outside but the moment the music started they were gone, and it was only you.

You stared at yourself at the smudged mirrors as you stretched your body, movements washing you neutrally as the right song (Goner-by TØP) started to echo in the empty room.

It started soft, you moved your arms as if it was a stage and you were an actress, making the right face expressions as if you were telling the story of your life. You danced peacefully and lifted your pace to the beat of the soft drum and stopped when it did too.

You danced perfectly, ignoring the outside, ignoring the echoing sirens, ignoring the person who was just passing by but seemed to be captured at your sight.

Peter Parker, who was about to suit up heard the music and peaked his head to see you through the broken window, he was mesmerized watching you stop and move slowly to the music.

You did a few ballet moves he didn’t know by name, to a song that seemed anything but fitting to the genre of dance but somehow you made it work.

The song was slowly came to an end, the words slowly slowed down so the next part scared him a bit.

The yelling made him trip over the small box he was standing on but he still looked at you, unable to tear his gaze off of you.

You pirouetted about seven times in a row, eyes focusing each time on the spot you chose, your sneaker laced almost coming undone with the fast spinning.

You stopped immediately not even getting slightly dizzy and took a step forward, doing a small plié before lifting your leg to the side and, spin, down. Taking two steps dramatically, leg up, spin.

Taking two steps back you did a grand jeté and a pirouette when you landed, but maybe that was a bit much because you lost your spot on the wall and got dizzy.

You tried stopping your fall but to no success, you fell on a few shreds of glass and felt pain in your ankle.

The music stopped and you closed your eyes shut, taking a shaky breath through gridded teeth as tears forming in your eyes with the amount of pain that attacked your body.

Peter wanted to run to you, but stopped himself. Realizing how weird and creepy it’ll be for him to be there.

“Thought we talked about you practicing your little routine here y/n...” A clear voice taunted, his steps moving closer to you and you forced yourself to look back at his icy blue eyes. “shut up and help me up.” you hissed seeing the blond figure hovering next to your grounded body.

He shook his head with a slight smile and reached for your bleeding arm, helping you up without excessive need of touch.

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foreverbeingthunderbuddy · 6 years

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Prove Myself [Part 3]

Pairing: Peter Parker x female!Reader

Warnings: Cuss words (a lot of them sorry)

Summary: Having powers and being able to do things that others can’t do is something you don’t want to deal with on your own. You want to help. You want to be an Avenger. A dream you had for years, finally coming true? Too bad, nothing goes as planned. Being new in NY is hard enough, more so as you develop a crush on one of your new classmates, Peter Parker. The plan? Make the Avengers aware of you and then have them come to you. Easier said than done.

A/N: Whoop whoop here’s Part 3!! Thank you so much to everyone who read the other parts and who liked or reblogged or messaged me!! I appreciate all of it so much <3 (Gif by @saltybatman , thank you for letting me use your gif!!)

So. Spider-man has called his people to deal with you. That means trouble. Big trouble.

Looks like things don’t go as planned again.

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Run or stay. Run or stay? RUN OR STAY?!

What should you do? The Avengers are literally coming for you. You can see them. Flying towards you.

Iron Man in the middle, being accompanied by War Machine, Falcon, Scarlet Witch (kind of hovering?) and Thor (being pulled by his hammer?).

There is no Captain America or Winter Soldier, no Hulk, no Black Widow and no Hawkeye. They either stayed away because they can’t fly and they will join you later or they were busy. That doesn’t really feel like a relief, though. Tony Stark alone would have you running for the hills.

What to do? What to do? Wait for them and talk to them? Maybe try to convince them you’re not evil and actually want to be part of the team? Risk that they don’t buy it, see you as a threat and lock you away in their facility?

You did attack their home. You paralyzed their arc reactor. Stark Industries kind of relies on that tech. Not much you can work with here. That whole mission was a mistake. Stupid stupid stupid.

“I’m sorry” Spider-man says behind you. Oh, so at least he knows he was being sneaky by calling Death in an iron suit and his deadly (awesome) friends to take over. How nice.

Within a second you decide to make a quick getaway. This is definitely not good and knowing your luck, you will most likely end up behind a glass pane in some laboratory.

You turn around and start to run. You get two metres between you and Spider-man before you feel your feet glued together and stuck to the ground. Very ungraceful you fall on your knees. Shit shit shit. As fast as possible you get back up and try to escape from your spider web-ankle-cuffs. Obviously, that doesn’t work.

“Let me go!” You demand, panic filling your voice. You look at Spider-man, your eyes full of fear, trying to reach his empathic side. “Please!”

As an answer he simply crosses his arms and looks at his feet. No help from Spidey. Of course he’s loyal to Stark.

With a wildly beating heart you watch as Stark and his posse land on the roof about three metres away from you. If you thought seeing Iron Man, live and in colour, land before you with the Stark Tower in the background yesterday was impressive, than this is simply off the charts. It looks like a well-practiced choreography, like a group of superstars coolly taking the stage. And Spider-man.

You don’t dare to say anything, you’re too busy with staring at everyone. How absolutely mortifying would it be if you passed out at this exact moment?

“Great to see you again” Stark sarcastically says as if you weren’t glued to the ground and wouldn’t be bolting as soon as you had the chance.

And again. The scarf and the beanie were a great choice! The idea of your own superhero mask becomes more and more appealing to you. You wouldn’t risk losing the beanie or scarf while running around the city and having your identity revealed. If you go out – as originally planned – you will need a better outfit for saving people and doing good stuff.

“Hm-hm” You agree carefully, not sounding very excited. Facing the Avengers makes you shy and very, very nervous and you don’t really trust your voice right now.

Before Stark can say anything else, out of nowhere another person appears next to Thor, making you jump. He is in a silver, metallic looking suit with red parts on his chest and stomach and he wears a strange silver helmet. This must be Ant-Man.

You have only seen one picture of him which was taken by an anonymous person that was there during that big airport fight. They took a lot of blurry pictures, one of them being a shot of Ant-Man who, for some reason, was bigger than the airport building. The pictures are the only proof for the public that the Avengers had something to do with the demolition of the airport terrain. The lucky person who took them sold everything to a magazine; it being the biggest story of the month.

Another anonymous source later told the same magazine the name of the giant. Ant-Man, ironically.

“Hi, sorry, I can’t fly. Sam was so gracious to carpool with me” Ant-Man jokes and puts his hands on his hips while throwing a glance at the other Avengers. The way he stands makes you think he is sulky. Looks like they had an argument about who would have to bring the littlest Avenger to this inquisition. Apparently, the fact that there even was a discussion hurt the ant’s feelings.

If this hadn’t been such a serious situation, you would have laughed at that.

Their leader starts to speak again.

“I know our first encounter was far from pleasant, but I and the team were hoping we could resolve-” Iron Man says and thinks for a second, “this thing.”

Interesting choice of words. Resolve this thing. You suspect you won’t feel too fond of the way they plan to resolve this thing.

“Who are you?” Thor asks, clearly not devoted to the script. Iron Man and War Machine throw glances at him whose nature remain hidden under the metal of their suits.

So, Thor is the spirited one of the group. Good to know. You try to contain your excitement about the fact that these really are the Avengers and you really are finding out internal trivia about your idols that the public doesn’t know.

Who is the temperamental and who is the restrained one? Who starts fights the most and who ends them? Who is the mom-friend and who is the one that gets in trouble the most often? Who is the funny one and who is the work one?

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark are the intelligent ones, you know that already. It’s safe to say Spider-man is the kid of the group, being new and the youngest. Thor obviously is the most vivacious of them. What about the others?

Being wildly caught up in your own thoughts, it takes you a couple of seconds to realize that you are supposed to give an answer, seeing as Thor asked you a question. You clear your throat. Unfortunately, you have no idea what to say. No way in hell will you let the Magnet-Man incident happen again.

“I uh … I … I am” You mutter, thinking hard. Welp. Magnet something. Magnet-Person. Magnet-Girl?

“I am … MG” You finally say, or more accurately ask. Pretty sure self-confidence works differently.

“MG?” Falcon – no, Sam (according to Ant-Man) – inquires incredulously. You hear Ant-Man snort.

“Like the car brand?” Sam asks. Oh, of course. Of course, there’s a car brand with the same name. Wonderful.

A muffled giggle comes from Spider-man. Thor looks very confused while the Scarlet Witch wears a frown on her face.

“No!” You are quick to contradict. “Like Magnet-Girl.”

“Magnet-Girl” Iron Man repeats contemplatively.

You nod. “Yes.”

“Before you guys showed up, she said magnetism was her thing” Spider-man reports, his face towards Stark. He is still trying to distort his voice, making it sound deeper than it naturally is. Thank god, he didn’t mention your Magnet-Man faux pas. That would have been the end of you.

“Okay, Magnet-Girl, so magnetism is your thing? Believe me when I say I noticed” Stark says with a tone that edges on humorous. “You can imagine I wasn’t too thrilled about the fact that you invaded my property and manipulated my arc reactor. I also wasn’t too happy about having my suit paralyzed and then having you run away from me. That was rude, so I expect an explanation. And an apology.”

Nope. Not going to happen. You definitely won’t explain your “masterplan” to the Avengers and bear that humiliation. But you can make an apology. You probably should. Just not make it too easy for him. They are holding you here against your will, after all.

“I won’t apologize to an iron mask” You say pretending not to be scared shitless.

You see Thor smile and Sam raise his eyebrows while Spider-man, Ant-Man and the Scarlet Witch wait for Stark’s reaction. War Machine just stares at you like a guard dog.

Stark hesitates for a second before shifting.

“Okay. Fine. Let’s do this face to face, then.”

He takes a step forward. At the same time his suit opens in the front and retreats to his back, revealing Tony fucking Stark himself. In a black suit. He steps out of his Iron Man armor and casually adjusts the suit shirt on his wrists.

He didn’t have to go that hard, he could have just uncovered his face. But as far as you know him – from watching interviews and public appearances on the internet – the man loves a dramatic entrance.

Immediately, you feel star struck. You hadn’t seen his face yet; he always wore the iron suit when dealing with you. But now that you are face to face with him and see his face up close in person and not just through a screen, you feel overwhelmed. This feels like meeting a celebrity.

You absolutely admire the man and worship the ground he walks on. All confidence you had five seconds ago is gone. Took a train and is now on its way to Bolivia.

You can see the wave of alertness going through the other Avengers that followed Stark’s self-exposure. They still don’t know what you are capable of and wether you have bad intentions or not. As far as they are concerned you do have bad intentions and seeing the head of their group put off his armor slash protective clothing seems to cause a certain tension.

As if you would ever hurt Tony Stark.

“So, kid. I’m waiting” Stark says calmly. He tilts his head and spreads his arms as if he’s saying Hit me with that remorseful apology, darling. He really doesn’t want to make this easy, does he. You take a subtle breath.

“I’m sorry I attacked your Tower, Mr. Stark” You mumble, “I can’t really tell you wh-“

“What? What did you say? Would you speak up, please, I can’t understand your mumbling, kid.”

You are too intimidated by everything to get annoyed by that remark.

“I’m sorry I attacked your Tower. I didn’t have any bad intentions, I can promise you that. I just … I’m a big fan, actually.”

They did not expect that, you can tell. Ant-Man makes a noise that sounds like the verbal equivalent of “?” and looks at his fellow team members for an explanation.

With your last comment Stark drops his arms and raises his eyebrows in a very A little surprised but not bewildered way. So do Sam and the Scarlet Witch. She stares at you so intently, that you have a feeling she’s trying to read your mind. Spider-Man doesn’t show any emotions through the mask, but his spider eyes widened. War Machine throws a glance at Stark before returning to stare at you motionlessly.

Thor is the only one who looks amused by this whole thing. He smirks to himself and twists the Hammer in his hand. You earthlings must seem quite strange to him sometimes.

“Well, Tony, looks like you found yourself another admirer. She seems less of a threat and more like an ally to me, if I’m being honest with you, friend” Thor says in a mocking tone.

The God of Thunder may have just risen up on the list of your top favourite people. Have you ever mentioned how much you love blonde guys with an obsession for hand tools?

The rest of the group doesn’t look that convinced, unfortunately.

“Tony, you don’t actually buy that, do you?” Sam asks with a frown on his face.

“We must not lose our prudence just because she is a kid. This could be part of her plan, Tony” War Machine says; this being the first time he opened his mouth since they landed on this roof.

“Tony, we don’t know her. She may not look like she’s lying but it could be one of her powers. Like Loki. Don’t trust her on this. She attacked our home, don’t forget that” The Scarlet Witch says. Her words create an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. She obviously dislikes you. Seeing her open disapproval of you doesn’t go well with you.

Also, comparing you to the God of Mischief is quite an insult, if you’re completely honest.

“I promise- I promise I’m not lying. I don’t mean you any harm. I would never try to hurt you or anyone else. I’m on the good side- I’m on your side!” You say, slowly getting desperate.

This conversation is going into the wrong direction. This is exactly what you feared would happen when you decided to escape. Which regrettably got prevented by Spiderboy. Speaking of – the boy apparently decided to contribute to this nerve-racking discussion.

“Why did you paralyze our living room area, then? What kind of fan would do that? In what way does that have to do with admiration for the Avengers in any way?” Spider-man asks, sounding very bewildered. And quite … hostile.

Ouch.

It hurts more coming from him. He is your hero, your crush, the person you look up to and the person you aspire to be. He and Stark – they are your idols. When you planned this, you didn’t expect them to dislike you. You expected them to be impressed by you and to ask you to join their team. You should have never attacked the Stark Tower. You should have just started to be like Spider-man and waited until they became aware of you. It would have taken more time, but then you WOULDN’T BE IN THIS FUCKIN TERRIBLE SITUATION!

Stark throws a puzzled glance at Spidey, seemingly surprised by the youngest Avenger’s little outburst.

“I … I can’t tell you that. But I promise I didn’t do it to harm you. It was something … I really can’t tell you that” You say helplessly.

“I believe her” Ant-Man announces, catching you completely off guard, “Guys, she is a kid. Can’t be older than sixteen or seventeen. She doesn’t look like a threat and she doesn’t sound like a threat. You’re taking this way too seriously, Stark.”

“Am I? So, you think she’s not a threat? You think the person that is able to shut off an arc reactor and mute an entire floor of one of the highest secured buildings in this country is not a threat? You think those actions are motivated by good intentions? How exactly is that the work of an ally? Can you explain that to me, Lang?” Stark inquires.

Double Ouch.

Both Stark and Spider-man dislike you. You sense your heart sink a little at that realization. Years of dreaming – crushed in a single night. You suddenly feel sad. All of this makes you incredibly sad.

“No, I can’t, but I’m just saying. She seems harmless. You heard her. She sounded sincere to me and I-“ Ant-Man aka Lang begins, but gets interrupted by Stark.

“With all due respect, Lang, you haven’t been an Avenger for that long. I’ve been doing this for almost a decade now, so naturally I have some experience with dealing with stuff like this. And I say, we can’t trust her as of right now. What she does and what she says contradicts itself and she can’t give us a good reason why she did it in the first place.”

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Stark takes a look at your still tied feet. “Well done, Spiderboy. It was the right choice to call us; this concerns all of us. You can tell me how she ended up on this roof when we’re back in the basis.”

You ended up on this roof, because Spider-man has woken you up. Why has he done that, you start to wonder. There was no need in putting your attention on him, in the middle of the night. And how Stark put it, it was also not part of their plan. He probably was only supposed to keep watch.

Interesting. You look at Spiderboy, but he avoids your glance and nods at Stark, before staring at the spider web on your feet. You feel Stark’s eyes on you.

“Magnet-Girl, I don’t intend to let you run away from me, again, so I’m gonna keep this short” He says portentously. You fearfully reciprocate his gaze. He looks very serious, not a single emotion can be seen on his face. Oh-oh. A bad suspicion crawls up into your mind.

“Let me introduce you to the Scarlet Witch over here. Or how we call her, Wanda.” He points at the woman next to him who doesn’t break her gaze from you. “Your thing is magnetism. Her thing is neuro-electric interfacing, telekinesis and mental manipulation. Incredibly powerful. And, in this particular situation, very helpful. See, we don’t know what you can do yet, we know you can command some type of magnetic waves, but we don’t know the extent of it. Who guarantees us that you don’t lie to us about your powers? Who guarantees us that you don’t suddenly use some type of magnetic shock wave or that you use your abilities to mess with the blood circulation in our bodies?”

“I do. I guarantee I won’t ever do that. I promise!” You say quickly, eager to wipe away his distrust as fast as possible. He wrinkles his nose for a second before an almost sympathetic look crosses his face.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not enough, coming from you.” He throws glances at his team members, which apparently means something because they all shift and take a step towards you. Your heart starts beating faster as you see the determined expressions on their faces.

And then Stark says the one thing you have feared the most, ever since you fled from the Stark Tower the day before.

“Wanda will use her abilities to paralyze any type of magnetism that you try to send in our direction, so that we can operate freely without your interruptions. For your and our safety we will stun you, so maybe you should take on a sitting position, unless you want to fall and smash your head on the ground. Sorry kid, we are taking you to our base.”

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