#mcu angst
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Hi elle! I was wondering if you could do some angst in where reader is tony's daughter but shes the forgotten one and tony shows a lot of affection to peter and one day she just loses it. Its ok if you don't want to.
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i’ve never felt so motivated to write something–
content warnings (18+) — immense swearing, mentions of insecurity and negative outlook, yelling, author possibly projecting?, maybe too many italicized words/phrases.
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You knew your dad loved you. He had to. He said it to you a million times before, and made it a point to remind you of it once a day. However, there were moments nowadays where you began to question it. You didn’t really question whether he loved you or not, but rather, whether he loved Peter Parker more than you.
Tony had referred to Peter as the son he’d never had. He’d taken Peter on retreats and to expos when he hadn’t taken you out on a trip since you were nine years old. He’d bought things for Peter, and fixed things for Peter, and every meme or video or cat picture you found on the internet to show to your father would automatically get the response: “send that to me, i want to show it to Peter.”
Peter this and Peter that. It sent you into a spiral of insecurity that you’d never known existed. You truly felt like Tony was trying to tell you something subliminally. You tried to drown yourself in coursework, go to engineering camps, and help out with the Avengers just to try and gain a better understanding of their bond. Of what you lacked. Nothing seemed to help. It jabbed at your feelings like a knife to the back, presumably left by Peter Parker himself.
And the worst part? You’d never even met the guy. You’d never been introduced to Peter Parker, despite how many times Tony mentioned the fact that he’d “love for you two to meet,” and “you two would get along great.” Yeah, sure. And he’s probably some gross ass dude with an untamed beard in his mid–twenties that your father took pity on. So much pity, in fact, that he’d invited Peter to stay over for the weekend in your penthouse apartment.
Fantastic.
It was such a sudden proposition, and a last second invite, but it happened. And Tony insisted, despite every protest you attempted to give, that you’d both greet him in the lobby.
So when you were face to face with a surprisingly attractive boy your age who had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen and barely packed a duffel bag, you were thrown off your rocker. You hardly had the composure to speak. Thus, your father did for you, smiling wider than you’d ever seen him smile before.
He was barely showing teeth, but you hadn’t seen your father this excited about something in a while. “Kid, this is my daughter, Y/N.” He stated proudly, grasping Peter’s shoulder as he started introductions. “And sweetheart,” Tony addressed you, turning his full focus to you as he gave Peter’s introduction. “This is Peter Parker.”
There was something about him that caused for you to detest him. It wasn’t seen on his clothes, or in his eyes. It wasn’t dangling in the tension between you, or whispered through his silent stares, but it was there. Perhaps, it came from the depths of your subconscious, and the land of your imagination. You shoved that proposition deeper into your subconscious, too.
Because you were certain that you had a hatred for Peter Parker, and his little staycation with the Stark’s would prove it.
The first night was fine. Your dad didn’t make you do any activities together, thank God, but he did surprise you with the news that he had to leave the next morning for a last second Avengers emergency. He didn’t know when he’d be back, but Tony assigned you and Peter with the task of rewiring a circuit board in his lab before he returned.
Being the daughter of Tony Stark, you’d taken the initiative to finish the project yourself. It was your house, anyways. It was a request that your father had made to you, so you intended to do it. You just hated the fact that Peter persisted in being with you in the room while you finished it. You hated the silence he left in the room, and the way he kept checking over your shoulder. God, you just hated him. You were sure of it.
You could feel his presence watching over your hands as they worked. You could feel the weight of his judgment, his breath catching in hesitation. You could smell the fumes of his cologne, and the aroma of his hair products. It was infuriating. It was pressuring. It felt mocking, taunting.
He stepped closer, hands reaching over to where yours were tinkering, yet they didn’t dare to touch your project. “A–actually, you should move the circuit focus closer to the–”
The audacity he had to question you. The nerve he struck with his comment, it filled you with rage.
Wrench and wire were thrown to the table, clanking and clamoring as they caved to gravity’s pull. Their sound was the only thing keeping you and Peter from shared silence. The shared silence of your anger. You turned your head to look at him, hoping that you weren’t physically exhaling flames like you imagined you were.
“Can you just.. not?” The question almost came out as a laugh. You nearly laughed, in disbelief that Peter Parker thought he had any say in how you built a robotic contraption. “Can you just fucking not?”
Walls had been building up inside you, livid and rageful feelings clouding your judgment as you glared at him. You couldn’t see just how shocked he was, thrown off at your irritation. You couldn’t see how puzzled he was, or panicked that he’d done something to upset you so much. You just stared into the eyes of what felt like your replacement. You felt empty, worthless, as your figure reflected back at you through the glistening of his eyes.
“Can I not what? Did I– Did I upset you?” Just the sound of his voice crawled beneath your skin. It felt worse than the sleek of humidity, or nails on a chalkboard. It sounded teasing, coy.
It was the final straw.
Nails dug into your palm as your hands formed fists. One fist pressed to your forehead, almost speaking as a warning to tell you to keep composure, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. “Can you stop being so fucking perfect all the time?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.
There were several things that you’d been wanting to say to Peter Parker. You’d wanted to tell him off for a long time, but you’d never gotten the chance. Now, you’d given yourself the opportunity to let the floodgates open and your tongue run wild.
“You’re always making shit competitive and iT’S NOT OKAY. It’s not my fault that my own father loves yOU MORE THAN ME! Doesn’t mean you have to fucking rub it in my face every gODDAMN FUCKING HOUR!!” God, this felt good. “You can just do my job for me!! Fucking move into my rOOM at this point, Tony won’t know the difference!!” You scoffed, “In fact, he’d probably be tHRILLED that you FINALLY REPLACED ME!!”
Peter Parker blinked a few times at you. His mouth hung agape, too scared to say anything and interrupt what looked like things you had been needing to say. The look infuriated you.
“Build the circuit board by your goddamn fucking self and leave me the fuck alone!!” And as you made the final statement, you turned to make your leave. The subtle breeze caught your face, and you felt the air hit your cheeks cold; you hadn’t noticed that you’d started crying.
You also hadn’t noticed the fact that your dad entered the room. You froze dead in your tracks at the sight of him, tears brimming your eyes again when you saw how upset he looked.
Shit.
It wasn’t your intention for him to hear all of that, but you couldn’t take back the truth once it’d gotten out. You took a staggered breath, choking back a sob as you rushed out. You didn’t know which hurt more: to hear your father’s footsteps tread further from you, or to hear him ask Peter about what was happening rather than you directly.
Either way, it was an added punch right to the gut.
It felt like ten minutes of sobbing in your room went by before a knock was placed on your door. You were about to answer, but you weren’t given the chance; your father opened the door as soon as he’d placed the knock, a solemn look coating his face as he looked at you from the doorframe. It was a solemn look that resembled disappointment.
He was disappointed in you.
Your dad was disappointed that you’d blown a fuse in front of your house guest. Disappointed that you’d ruined your chance at a good first impression. Disappointed that you’d shown such weakness. He was disappointed that you didn’t meet his expectations. He was disappointed in you for not making his honorary son feel more welcomed. Your father was disappointed in you for fucking it all up. You could tell.
Tony took careful steps towards your bed, sitting next to you as you stifled your sobs down a bit. “Do.. You want to talk about what happened back there?” His tone was softer than you’d anticipated for someone who was disappointed in you. It almost sounded apologetic, sympathetic; you were certain that your mind was reaching for a false reality.
A sniffle caught your breath as you looked at him, fresh tears framing your face. “How much of that did you hear?” You were almost too scared to ask, but you needed to know. You had to know which bit of air to clear first.
“All of it.” Tony started, “From the part where you asked Peter not to be so fucking perfect all the time..” His tone got a little sharper, almost witty. It sounded like he was trying to make humor of your meltdown. As though he were trying to find a way to cheer you up, or tell you to grow up and get over yourself. You couldn’t tell.
You averted eye contact for a moment, trying not to blow up again. Luckily, most of the anger in your system was boiling down to melancholia. Your tears ran rivers down your face as you tried to find the words to say. “I just don’t understand..” You started, keeping your voice from breaking.
Every speck of humor fled from his face at how upset you were getting. Tony’s brows pressed together, graveness and concern bleeding through his tone of voice. “Don’t understand what, honey?” The gentleness of his tone reminded you of when he’d comfort you in childhood. It took you back to when he’d snapped at you and wanted to apologize, or when you’d scraped your knee and he rushed to patch you up. It started to ease the narrative in your head that Tony was angry with you for your little tantrum.
“I, uh.. I don’t—” A shaky breath cut you off. You weren’t sure how to communicate this feeling lightly. It’d been bottled up and growing inside you for a couple months now. You knew you’d have to tell him at some point, you just despised how raw it was. It was pure vulnerability. “I don’t understand what I did to not be good enough–” You couldn’t even get through the sentence before your lip quivered.
That was when Tony looked at you like the entire world shattered. His entire world shattered. The disappointment flooded his expression once again, but it hit you that it was never directed at you — Tony was disappointed in himself. His eyes held the weight of failing as a father, of making you feel this rejected. He failed by making you feel rejected in the first place. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a suffocating hug; you weren’t sure if he’d ever actually be able to let go of it, yet it was the kind of hug you didn’t want to part from. A hug that shielded you from the entire world.
His lips pressed to your temple, along with a few stray tears he couldn’t catch beforehand. It was rare to catch your father tearful, yet you seemed to lower that guard when you started the conversation. He held you close, letting you cry out the feelings you’d locked away for so long.
“Y/N, you’re more than enough..” He lulled, voice breaking ever so slightly, “It’s my fault you ever felt like you weren’t..” His words were everything you’d hoped to hear. You’d began to believe the possibility that actually hearing them wasn’t actuality. This insecurity had driven you beyond wild, to the point where you believed that your father’s intentions were pinned against you.
They never were.
Tony held you in his arms for the next hour, letting you talk out your growing anxiety. You talked about everything from your fomo towards their retreats and trips, to how thrown off you were that Peter was your age.
“I actually think you two would make a cute couple.” Tony started, laughing at how quick you were to throw a punch at his bicep. The melancholy had worn off both of you, and the room started to fill with laughter. “I’m serious!” Tony threw his arms up to mock defeat before changing the topic a little. “But really, I think he wants to apologize to you for what happened.”
Your face drew a blank, mixing shock and confusion as you blinked at your father a few times. “Parker wants to apologize to me? For my meltdown?”
A shrug caught in your father’s posture. “You two are more similar than you think, hon.” His tone was light and sincere as he chuckled, quietly, “You both put the weight of other people’s mistakes on your shoulders.” His words draped a blanket of guilt over your body. Your own words from said meltdown began to replay through your brain like a broken record; the blame you’d thrown at Peter was wrongfully served.
You knew you needed to apologize.
After rebuilding trust with your father, and mentally rehearsing how to apologize to Peter, you made your way across the apartment to the guest room.
The door was already open, and gave you the perfect view of Peter seated on the edge of the bed. He was reading, fidgeting fingers at the edge of his pages, and chocolate curls shadowing his focused expression.
Now that you’d been able to release the steam of your self–consciousness, you realized that hatred wasn’t the actual feeling you had towards Peter; it was envy. And once you had talked things out with your father, the clouds of your judgment cleared from your vision and you could finally see Peter Parker for who he really was: a boy. A boy your age who needed a place to crash for the weekend.
You felt guilty for interrupting his reading, but at this point, the feeling was a tiny speck to add to your growing pile of culpability. The knock was gentle, and immediately pulled his eyes to meet yours.
“Mind if I come in for a minute?” You had to croak the words out, but still managed to keep a softness to your tone. You didn’t want to yell at him again, or come across like you were about to.
The look he gave you wasn’t one you weren’t expecting; he eyed you like he’d committed an unforgivable crime, or like you’d break if he didn’t hold you together. It gave you reassurance that this apology definitely needed to come out sooner than later.
Peter book–marked his place without looking, keeping his stare fixed on you while he nodded. “Please,” He gestured to the foot of the bed beside him, “Sit. I– uh, I was planning to find you and see if you were alright, but I didn’t want to interrupt your space.”
As you sat down beside him, a smile touched your lips at how thoughtful he was. “I appreciate that, but I–I owe you an apology, Peter..” You never broke your eye contact, but the look in your eyes grew more urgent, pleading. “I am so sorry for speaking to you that way, and–”
You cut yourself off at the sight of Peter waving his hands in dismissal. He mirrored the look in your eyes, “No, Y/N, I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I don’t want you to feel like I’m here to replace you.” His words held a direness that yours should have. Your dad was right, Peter really was putting the gravity of this into his hands.
To stop his spiral, you touched his arm for a minute, “Peter, that wasn’t your fault. It was mine for assuming and unloading all of that shit onto you. And I’m sorry for that.”
His eyes alone begged you to let him win the argument. “I still could have–”
You cut him off, “Peter, it’s not your fault.” You tried to emphasize your point, noticing the way he read your expression. His eyes scanned every inch of your face, searching for what looked like a sign of your uncertainty. His lips parted to contribute his side of the argument, but one look from you shut his trap pretty quickly.
Peter’s shoulder’s eased, but his eyes still glistened with ambition. He wanted you to understand his perspective a little. “Did your dad tell you how nervous I was to meet you?”
That wasn’t what you were expecting. Your eyes widened a little, shaking your head in response. Peter Parker? Nervous to meet you? The way your dad talked about him didn’t set him up to be that way. Of course, seeing him in front of you changed your perception a little. “No, he didn’t.” You were honest.
He wet his lips, parting them with the warmest smile you’d ever set your eyes on. The laugh that spilt from them was melodic, laced with a bit of nerves. He rubbed a muscle on the back of his neck, suddenly choking up. “Yeah, I was pretty nervous.” His brow arched slightly, complimenting his grin photogenically. “I was nervous ‘cause Mister Stark’s always talking the world to me about his amazing daughter.” Peter’s smile grew in your direction, stirring a hurricane of butterflies through your stomach.
It felt like the two of you were in the midst of a staring contest; though, instead of the intense anticipation glistening in each other’s eyes, you mutually stared at each other in security. You’d both had the immense pressure of making good impressions toward the other on your shoulders.
Peter repositioned himself on the bed, now seated facing you. His legs were crossed beneath him, his knee a hair from touching yours. “You, Y/N, are not only his greatest accomplishment, but you’re his best friend.” His words spread like butter over every worry you’d had, melting away that crippling insecurity with it. “I think he wants to be you when he grows up.”
The laughs that bubbled up your throat brought attention to the tears brimming your eyes. You blinked them away, mirroring Peter’s earnest expression. “I can tell why my dad’s always talking about you.” You told him, “And here I was thinking you’d be some old ass dude living in his mother’s basement, but here we are.”
“And here I was thinking you wouldn’t be drop–dead gorgeous.” His cheeks were ablaze with crimson, sending a pink glow of your own to your complexion. “But, here we are.”
Your smile grew, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “Alright, casanova. Save it for the love letters.” It felt nice to share laughter like this with Peter. You were glad that you gave him a second chance. Not breaking eye contact, you slid off the bed and rose to your feet. “I’ll let you get back to your reading”
Peter watched you get up to go, looking a little disappointed. You were almost surprised, but likewise, both you and Peter hid the honesty of your feelings behind the curtains of a smile.
“You don’t have to. You could stay if you want.” He started, but a look flashed behind his eyes that was rather telling; he seemed to panic over his eagerness for your company. “Unless you don’t want to–”
Biting the inside of your cheek hurt, but it was the only way to hide how wide your smile grew. “I’d love to, but I need to finish that circuit board.” And thus, the idea struck you. “You doing anything later though?”
His brows pressed together in a curious way. “Not really. You planning something?”
“Yeah. My dad and I usually have movie nights tonight.” You took paces backwards towards the door, but stalled from the moment you’d have to part ways. “You should join us! It’s my turn to pick.”
The sight of his dimples made you realize just how much you’d grown fond of his smile. It was already getting difficult to leave his presence; you knew if you didn’t leave now, you probably never would.
“Well, then you better pick a good one, just for me.” He challenged. You’d make it your goal to satisfy his request.
If even possible, it felt like your grin grew. “I plan to.”
And that said, the three of you met in the home–theater and watched Jurassic Park together. You had Tony on your left geeking out over the CGI technology from the 80s, and Peter on his left geeking out about how accurate the movie was from the book. It made your film decision that much better. It also was the best movie night you’d had in a long while.
Perhaps your dad was right: you and Peter Parker really would get along great.
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The Last I Heard
i may have a seperate part 2 of this on the way, the idea is so cute.
Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) x Reader
Warnings: peter do be flirting
Genre: Fluffy/slight angst/ pining
Word Count: 15K
Summary: Peter overhears you saying you like him but you're too scared to tell him, he makes you want to tell him.
Peter knows it is absolutely wrong to use his powers for his own advantage.
He also knows that the majority of common folk would disagree and use it to their own advantage if situations were reversed, and that’s fair to Peter. Everyone at one point has sworn that if they had super powers they would listen in to every conversation, or they would read everyone’s mind.
And Peter did do that at first, until he realized that eavesdropping was a terrible idea. Because you start to feel kind of itchy and icky about yourself, you realize that these are conversations that were meant to be personal. Ned was the one that usually begged, he would point out random people and persuade Peter into listening in and giving him dirt.
It was never anything too interesting, just personal.
At lunch Ned would ask, “Yellow jacket is up in hat’s face, what’s going on?”
And Peter would listen in.
“You weren’t there! You have no idea what went down, like, at all!”
Hat defends her stance, “Oh come off it! You’re supposed to be MY best friend, you were mine. And I lost you to him.”
Yellow jacket is upset at her dismissal, “ You decided that, not me. You think this is dumb of us? That we’re selfish? That this was one big ploy to fuck up your life?”
Hat is taken aback, then stands her ground. Solidly, “You fucked my brother, Jessica. You both decided to run around and date behind my back, and if you did it openly it would’ve gone over better. But you conniving with him hurts, I just lost my best friend and I have to watch her walk around my house cuddling up to my brother!”
Peter stops listening, he feels like he should’ve never heard that.
But he still tells Ned.
Once at the mall Ned pointed to a group of girls, “What are they talking about?”
Peter hones in, then repeats. “Redhead is looking for a tampon, Jeans is helping Redhead search for a tampon. Ponytail is talking about wanting to hook up with Jayson but she’s dating Erik, Bangs is telling Ponytail to do it anyways and Glasses thinks you’re cute.”
Ned grins, “Should I go ask for her number?”
Peter frowns, “No.”
He doesn’t like playing this game so much anymore, he’s started to feel like a constant invasion of privacy. He doesn’t do it for Ned much anymore, only sometimes.
“It’s an emergency, Peter! Like a real emergency! You have to tell me what they’re saying!”
Ned shakes Peter's shoulders for emphasis, Peter bobbles his head back and forth then stops to wave and smile like a normal human when you walk by doing it first.
He lets out a sigh, “Who?”
Ned points to Betty Brant and Flash Thompson.
Peter understands why he wants to listen in so bad, he gives in. By the way Betty looked it wasn’t going to be anything juicy.
“Flash is telling her about how his mom is gonna buy him a new car, Betty is saying her mom’s making her favorite dinner.”
Ned pouts, “Nothing about me?”
Peter shakes his head slowly, “Sorry man.”
Ned stays quiet for a few seconds then pushes his head towards them again, “How about now?”
Peter sighs, “No, Ned.”
—------------
MJ wrapped her hand around your neck after you passed by Peter.
“Waving to your future man?”
You turned your head back, panicked he had heard her. Instead you just saw Ned and Peter looking at Betty and Flash.
“He’s so fucking cute, right? Did you see his hair? His curls are like, fucking perfect today.”
Peter Parker made your heart race.
He was a goddamn saint, the nicest person you’ve ever met. He was a genius, the smartest person you’ve ever met. He was funny, the best quick wit you’ve ever heard. His laugh was the best you’ve ever heard. His smile made you feel like putty, his voice woke you up in the morning but melted you down if you’d been extra stressed that day, and his clothes looked down right adorable on him.
Everything about Peter Parker was your favorite thing about him.
“Careful, Y/N. I may think you have a crush on the kid.”
You pushed MJ in her ribs, “Has he ever kissed anyone before?”
“Why, looking to be the first to settle the land, Christopher?”
You gasp, “Did you just call me a colonizer?”
MJ ignored you, “You know, you could just ask him.”
You laugh, “That’s cute.”
It was. You and Peter were casual friends, you’ve hung out in only groups and only had one on one conversations a few times. You did like him, and you did flirt when you were around him but it was so subtle you don’t blame him for not picking up on it.
“I mean, I think you guys would actually work out. Like hardcore, he’s just a little dumb. You’ve gotta be the one to bring it up.”
Here we go again, the same tired piece said over and over. MJ, Betty, even Flash has gotten in on it, they all claim Peter would be down in an instant but would it be because it’s you, or because someone likes him?
“Does he even like me? Or think of me like that?”
MJ grimaces, “Peter’s hard. He doesn’t really talk about girls, you know? I mean, he’ll say when a girl is pretty or whatever but he’s never been one to be like, ‘she’s so hot, i wanna french her by noon,’ so, maybe?”
You tap her arm around your neck, “So insightful, I’m so glad I have a friend on the inside.”
MJ squeezes the sarcasm out of you.
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Peter’s gotten better at not eavesdropping.
It’s been weeks of fighting off Ned’s request to listen in on an unsuspecting victim.
Until recently.
He kept hearing his name, but couldn’t clock it. He had his head swiveled around the entire lunchroom with no luck. It wasn’t a constant calling, just casual. Peter this, Peter that, Peter, Peter, Peter.
He swears he’s going insane, he can’t jus-
Peter jumps, he’s trying to dial his focus on his name when you slam your hand down on his lunch table.
“Oh.” When he realizes it’s just you.
“Hi, Y/N.” You grin when he does, it’s infectious. You almost forgot why you approached, MJ said Peter would admit when a girl was pretty.
“Hi, Peter.”
Peter looks to the side of him and pushes his backpack away, “Wanna sit here?”
Your heart lurches with the question, he was asking if you wanted to sit next to him.
You shake your head, “I just have a question.”
A grin, “Shoot.”
You gulp, why did you do this again? Oh. To prove you had a chance.
“In a strictly non friendly way,”
“Uh oh.” He voices.
You smile, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Peter freezes, “Oh! Uh, I mean, me?”
“You what?”
“Me! You’re asking me? Of course I think you’re pretty!”
You smile, “Thanks, Peter. But, am I pretty in a non friendly way?”
He looks confused, “What would be a non friendly pretty?”
You roll your eyes, “Like, pretty enough to date.”
His eyes go wide, pink coats his cheeks.
“Oh, oh!” He nods enthusiastically, “Yeah! You’re dating pretty, don’t worry about it.”
You thank him and walk away with your head a little higher. Your group quiets when you approach, MJ greets you with raised eyebrows. She has to pretend the whole group wasn’t just talking about you and Peter.
“What was that about?”
You sit your stuff down and take a seat, you shrug and look at her.
“He said I was pretty.”
Flash commends the size of your balls.
You thank him.
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“Y/N asked if she was dating pretty today, what does that mean?”
Ned shrugs, “Google it.”
Peter gives him a ferocious look, “And what would Google say?”
Ned sighs as he looks over Betty, “Are you sure she’s not talking about me?”
Peter looks towards the back of the class, you and Betty sat next to each other giggling. Peter tells himself not to, but he does.
He hones in, he doesn’t get much. He’s learned to listen in enough to get the details, but protect the person at stake.
Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he wants to listen to more.
“Uh, they’re talking about a double date.”
Ned throws up his hands, his jaw is dropped and he’s looking between Peter, you and Betty.
“Well?”
Peter looks around, “Well what?”
Ned tugs at Peter’s arm, “With who?”
Peter’s eyes widened, “Oh!”
“I’m sure Peter would be down, Y/N.” Betty shoulder checked you and winked, you groaned and looked up at Peter, he was looking at you. Even though he was across the room you felt paranoid he could hear you.
You smiled at Peter and turned to your friend, “Sure, you ask Ned first.”
Betty drops her jaw and looks at Ned, she starts to sputter.
“No! That is not the plan, at all!”
You huff at her, “The plan was to use Peter against me? You’re sick for that.”
Peter knows he should stop listening, he’s caught on, the double date was with him and Ned, but he also wants to keep listening.
“No! I never said that!”
You narrow your eyes, “Look, it would make sense for you to ask Ned on a date.”
Betty turns her nose up, “Well, the same could be said for you and Peter.”
Peter Parker can’t help but feel a bit giddy, you asking him on a date? He would never shut up about it again.
Ned is pawing at Peter’s shoulder begging for an update, he shrugs him off and keeps listening.
“What? No, it literally could not. You and Ned flirt all the time, everyone knows it’s gonna happen, it just when.”
Betty is slightly confused, she's wondering if you two are fighting. Just slightly.
“Do you think you’re not flirting with Peter?”
You blink and Peter watches your mouth open, you’re about to reply when Ned shakes him hard.
“Well?”
Peter turns back around and scoots his chair closer to the desk.
“It’s us.”
“What is?”
Peter clears his throat, “The double date, it’s us.”
Ned’s eyes light up, the thing he’s been searching for in conversation is coming to fruition, then dials it back some.
“Betty wants me, right?”
Peter nods.
“And Y/N wants you?”
Peter shrugs.
“I mean, it makes sense. She’s always trying to hook up with you.”
Peter’s head spins, “What?”
Ned pulls his head back, “Well, yeah. I just thought you weren’t interested. She’s always trying to make a move when we hang out.”
Peter is in disbelief, “She is?”
“Bro, she literally only hugs you when we all hang out. When she gets there and when she leaves, she wants you all over her. Like, now.”
Peter is nibbling his lip, he never thought he had a chance. He just thought you were extra friendly towards him, maybe you thought he needed a friend. He didn’t know you wanted him like that though.
He decides to listen in, one last time. Then he swears he was done, forever.
Betty huffs, she’s lovely but absolutely stubborn.
“Then fine, I’m not asking Ned until you ask Peter first.”
“That’s fine, Ms. Brant. But I’m never gonna ask him.”
Betty huffs again then looks to the boys and sees Peter looking at you, she gets a wicked grin across her face.
“Then I’ll make him ask you.”
You turn your head to see her looking at Peter, you start to backtrack immediately.
“No! No, no, no. You won’t. You promise me you won’t get Peter involved.”
Betty pretends she didn’t hear you.
“Betty, I’m serious. Promise me right now you won’t involve Peter.”
She starts to hum, this is a game to her. You know what she wants and you’re about to give in.
“Betty please, don’t involve him. I’ll ask anyone else, if you’re that dead set on a double date I’ll ask literally anyone else.”
She pretends to think about it, then calls out across the room.
“Hey, Peter?”
You whip your head to his, he’s looking at Betty confused. You start to melt and panic.
“You won’t.” You mutter the words.
“Come here?”
Peter looks at Ned and shrugs, he goes to stand.
Your heartbeat is hammering your chest, you grip Betty’s elbow tightly.
“Stop it, Betty. It’s not funny anymore.”
Peter’s walking over, you feel your hands shake. You curl them into fists.
“Betty!” You look over your shoulder, he’s about to be here.
“I’ll ask him! I’ll ask him!”
Betty smiles, it’s like she's asking you if it was that hard.
You can’t help the smile that crosses your face when Peter not only approached your side of the desk, but also smiled at you first and made sure you saw him before looking at Betty.
“You called?”
Betty grins, it makes you feel sick.
“I was thinking of asking Ned on a date, what’s his favorite food?”
Peter thinks of his next words carefully, he makes sure to look at you when he speaks.
“We’re both pizza kinda guys.”
You shudder. it was never about asking Peter for you, it was about forcing you to say yes.
“What’s his favorite? He strikes me as a hawaiian type of guy.”
He grins, “You guessed right.”
You speak up, “You strike me as a cheese or pepperoni type.”
Peter tilts his head, “Do I?”
You shake your head, “Actually, I think you’re a ‘any type of pizza will do, as long as I can pile as much parmesan cheese as humanly possible on it.’ kind of guy.”
He hums, “Are you a crushed red pepper kind of gal?”
You shrug and feel your cheeks get warm, “Maybe.”
“That’s good then, none of the packets get wasted. Look at us, the zero waste couple.”
“Couple of besties?” You give a nervous grin.
Peter nods, “Sure.”
You swallow hard, you were never prepared for Peter to say something flirty to you, he was supposed to be the nervous quiet one, but you have a feeling he can be extremely charming when he wants to be.
Betty eyes you then looks at Peter, you notice they share a look but you can’t place what it is.
“Pizza then?”
“Trust me Bets, Ned is gonna scream when you ask him out. He’s been dying to do it but it’s always nice to know when a girl is into you.”
He let that last line slip, he’s trying to hint to ask him without laying it out. Or let you know he was listening in.
“Does he really? I swear he doesn’t make it known.”
You look over at Ned, you have no clue how she thinks he doesn’t make it known. He followed her around like a puppy and was at her beck and call. Not to mention he’s watching the entire encounter rocking in his seat biting his nails.
And you were scared you looked nervous.
You point at Peter’s best friend, “Really, Bets? He doesn’t make it known?”
Peter pats your head, “What she said.”
You bite your bottom lip hard to stop the whimper from escaping, Peter shares a glance with you, you’re pretty sure he heard you.
“So it’s an easy yes?”
Peter nods, “The easiest.”
Betty nods at Peter then looks towards you, “Y/N? Anything you need to ask Peter?”
Your cheeks feel hot, you give a death stare to Betty.
“Uh, nope. Can’t think of anything.”
Betty pushes, “You sure?”
“Positive.” You push the word through clenched teeth.
Betty waits with pursed lips and when you offer no more she nods slightly, she can play this game too.
“Thanks for the advice, Peter. But I don’t think I’m going to ask yet.”
You want to disappear, and you are extra aware of Peter’s body next to yours. If you leaned against him you would rest into his waist, you wanted to make him proud again, so he could give you another celebratory pat.
“He’s there when you’re ready, Betty. Stays between us, promise.” Then he looks at you before he departs, “Hey, you going to Flash’s party tonight?”
You don’t trust your voice and nod, Peter watches where you chew on your lip.
“Good, I’ll see you there.” He taps your shoulder with a punch and walks back towards his best friend.
Ned looks at him with wide eyes, his fingernails are nubs.
“Well?”
Peter sighs dreamily, “I’m gonna make her ask me out.”
—---------
“Peter!”
“Y/N!”
You both point at each other then meet in the middle for a hug, Peter sways you slightly and pulls away.
“Long time no see!” He jokes, you giggle along. He’s just so funny.
“No kidding, you know time stops when you’re not around.” You wink to play off the joke.
Peter scrunches his nose like a bunny, “I love when you flirt with me. Want a drink?”
You feel frozen for a moment, he’s not supposed to catch on. He was supposed to play dumb until you all grow up and get married and have kids and one night over lunch when you catch up after years you let it slip that you had a giant crush and always waited for him to notice. He wasn’t supposed to notice now.
“What are you drinking?” You clock his red cup, he’s not a drinker but it’s not a water bottle this time.
He holds it out, “Try?”
You take it and raise it to your lips, it’s nearly empty. You can’t help but think about this being the first time you’ve shared a drink with Peter, you’re putting your lips where his were. The only thing more intimate than this is sharing a bite of food. If you pretend hard enough you can say that you’ve technically kissed him.
It’s sweet and you can’t detect alcohol. You pull back and eye him, he’s waiting for your reaction. He hopes you like it. You pull a face then try it again, you’re trying to place it.
“Like it?”
“It’s like a cherry sprite, but like, better?”
“It is! I can make you one?”
Peter pushed you towards the kitchen with a hand to your back, you felt his palm through the material of your shirt and realized how cold the rest of you felt. Small conversation carried you through the wait, he made each of you a cup and handed it over.
You both took a sip at the same time, you pulled back with a slight frown then took another sip. Peter watched you furrow your brows before you reached out for his own and took a sip. You make a confused sound.
“Hm?”
You shrug, “Your’s tastes better.”
Peter thinks it's adorable, he can only hope that if this goes the way he’s thinking that you would carry this over. He always wants his to taste better, just because it’s his.
“I’d offer to swap but then I’d think that one would taste better.”
You nod, “I think you’re right.” Then hold your own out, “Cheers!” Peter obliges then holds his back when you try to tap it, “What are we cheering for?” You pucker, “Do we need a reason?”
Peter pouts, “No, I guess not. Feels better to have one though.”
You think for a reason then exclaim, “Here’s one,” You raise your cup again, “Here’s to new friends!”
“And couples!” Peter taps his cup on yours.
“What?” You eye him down, did he just say what you thought?”
He nods his head towards Ned and Betty, totally wrapped up in each other.
“Right! To new friends and couples.”
Peter was about to speak again when Flash’s voice rang out on the DJ speaker.
“Friends to the inner ring, losers stay away.”
MJ immediately leaves from the inner circle to the kitchen, “MJ! You’re a friend!”
She calls behind her, “I know you consider me one!” She stops when she sees you and Peter chatting closely.
She nods her head in recognition, “Nice.”
“What are you doing?” You watch her open cabinets moving around the kitchen.
“Making toast. Take my place for me.”
You made a pit stop to the bathroom and came back to the living room, the whole group sat across the couches and criss-crossed on the floor, there was not one space open. Peter took the last spot, you were about to sit in the kitchen with MJ when Peter waved you over and tapped his lap. You felt warm just thinking of sitting on his lap, it was closer than you’ve ever been before. You would literally be on top of him, and if you were to move just right perhaps you’d get even closer.
You held your breath as you lightly rested on his lap, most of your weight rested on your feet you kept planted on the ground. Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him, your feet dangled between his knees and his chest was against your back. He delicately wrapped his other arm around your waist, he was hugging you to him.
“Good?” He tried to look around at your face, instead you gave in and rested your head against his shoulder and rested a hand over his on your waist. You nodded against his neck, he grinned softly, “Good.”
The rest of the party went by quickly, it was just a few rounds of some games but nothing too crazy. Some truth or dare, some never have I ever, some beer pong but nothing that led to anything more between you and Peter. He did however stick to your side the whole night.
Betty and MJ had to nearly pull you from his side to leave, you wish they would’ve left you so that Peter would walk you home and you could maybe score a midnight smooch but they didn’t let you get the chance.
“Say bye to Peter, Y/N.”
You pout at Peter, you’re wishing he says he’ll take you home instead. He thinks that’s what you want too, but he has patrol after this, he even has the suit on.
“Bye Peter. I’ll see you on Monday.” You reach in for a hug, he squeezes you and talks in your ear.
“Bye Y/N. Let me know when you’re home, okay?” You grin into his shirt, he’s never said that before. You pull away and he looks over your face and hesitates before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “See you Monday.”
The only thing you can do is nod, you smile softly then step back into MJ and Betty who are ‘oohing’ softly at Peter’s move. You can’t even form words, your knees feel shaky and all your pacing thoughts are screaming his name over and over. Peter grins at your reaction before turning and going back to Ned who is now ready to leave since Betty is no longer there to entertain, Peter feels the same way.
—-----------
Okay, Peter swears this is the final time.
He’s never going to listen in on you ever again, he just needs to know what you’re feeling right now. He’s just making sure you’re okay, you didn’t talk over the weekend beyond the ‘home safe’ text and his ‘good, i had fun tonight! thanks for hanging with me!’ text. After he finds out what you’re thinking he’ll trust the process, he just needs to be sure you know he’s interested.
You were distraught, did you go up to Peter? You got closer than ever at Flash’s party, but he didn’t text you all weekend, but you didn’t either. You wanted to pull at your hair, you had a feeling Peter was the ‘what you give is what you receive’ kind of guy. You swallow the lump in your throat and walk towards him.
“Hi.”
Peter opens his arms, “Hi.”
Your face lights up, he’s never initiated a hug before. You step into his hold and melt into him this time, no more pretending you didn’t absolutely love this.
“Good Morning.” He mumbles the words in your ear, you mumble them back into his chest.
“I don’t want to go to math, go for me.”
Peter rests his chin on your head and pulls you in tighter, “Wanna swap? I have advanced trigonometry.”
You pull away and squint at him, “Ew.”
“I know right?”
“It’s cause you’re such a smartie. I bet I could quiz you on anything and you would know it.”
Peter grins, “Wanna come over and test that theory?”
Your eyes widen, “Just you and me?”
Peter laughs, “Unless you want to make it a decathlon.”
A joke.
He’s joking.
“Bet, I’ll start working on the flash cards. Irrelevant question, what is your toughest subject?”
He blows air through his lips and shrugs, he lets out the word with an honest chuckle.
“Girls.”
You swallow, “Noted.”
—------------------
He was losing his window of opportunity.
Good thing, you and Betty sat with him and Ned at lunch. (MJ and Flash followed.) Bad thing, he couldn’t listen to you talk about him. Peter will admit that it feels good to openly like someone and not be scared because he knows the other likes him too, it gives him confidence like he’s never had before.
You sat next to him too, it went: him, you, Betty, Ned, Flash then two seats away from him, one from Peter was MJ. The table was loud, everyone having mixed conversations, once it quieted down some MJ was reminded of something.
“Hey, Peter. Are we still doing the thing tonight?”
What thing? You weren’t told of a thing, was it a Peter and MJ thing? I mean, MJ doesn’t like Peter and you’re almost sure Peter likes you but what is that thing tonight?
“Yeah! I think Ned is gonna invite Betty too if that’s cool?”
MJ nods, “Betty’s cool.”
Peter then nudged his nose against the side of your face, you turn and he’s right there. You notice him glance at your lips for a quick second then asks, “Busy tonight?”
You hum and think, “I don’t think so.”
Peter grins, “Wanna come over? It’s game night.”
“What kind of games?”
“Mostly video games, MJ and Ned have a switch so we all take turns. But I have some two player board games if you want to play me.”
You give him puppy dog eyes, “That is so cute.”
“Is it?” Peter didn’t know it was that easy, he just wanted you to feel included if you didn’t want to watch him or your friends play games.
You bite your lip and nod, without thinking he places his thumb on your chin and pulls down releasing it. You stare at him and he watches your pupils go wide, he was about to apologize but he won’t now. He’ll let you believe he did that on purpose.
“Do you have Guess Who?” You clear your throat and try to level your breathing after his stunt.
“Think so, I have a couple of good ones. I’ll show you when you come over.”
You look him up and down, “Can I wear my PJ’s?”
Peter holds a hand to his chest, “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
You hold out your hand to shake his like a business agreement, “Deal.”
He tells you he’ll text you the details and you lean into him as you laugh at something Ned said in retort to something Flash said. Your head was against his arm, he carefully watched as you made eye contact with Betty, she raised her eyebrows slightly and you carefully nodded your head.
He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you into him.
Peter knows he has you now.
—--------------
“Okay, what’s up with you and Y/N?” MJ wasn’t one to care, she promises. But you did consider her a friend on the inside and Peter was acting extremely touchy feely with you and he’s never done that before. Not to mention he kissed your cheek the other night.
You couldn’t shut up about it on the way home, and of course the group text with you and Betty had been blowing up like crazy. You were constantly analyzing Peter’s every move and Betty was doing the same with Ned. If MJ was honest, and she would never admit it, Flash was her favorite right now.
“Uh, nothing?”
MJ nodded, “Nice to know we’re lying.”
“I don’t know. I know she’s into me and Betty wants to ask Ned out but she won’t do it until Y/N asks me first, but she doesn’t think I’m into her so I’m trying to show her that I am so she’ll ask me.”
“How the hell do you know about this?”
Peter shrugs sheepishly, “I listened.”
MJ groans, “You said you were gonna stop!”
“I know! Ned was begging me and I accidentally heard it, and now I know she’s into me. I just want to make sure this actually happens.”
Ned walked in the front door and shook his shoulders, “It’s freezing tonight.”
Peter glanced at his phone to see if you texted him again, he told you to let him know when you were on your way up, he wanted to catch you in the hallway. Alone.
“Y/N and Betty are on their way, by the way.”
“Betty’s bringing her switch so we can all game.” Ned shot finger guns at MJ, she blocked the imaginary hits.
“Sweet. I’m gonna kick double ass in Mario Kart.”
Ned looks at Peter, “What are you doing?”
“I think we’re gonna play some games in my room.”
MJ waggles her eyebrows, “Alone?”
“Yeah?”
Ned whistles, “On your bed?”
“Probably.” Peter doesn’t see what’s wrong.
“She’s gonna think you’re making a move, you know that right?” MJ clicks her teeth at him.
“Like what?”
MJ chewed on her lip, “She asked me if you’ve ever kissed someone.”
Ned whoops, “Get it, dude!”
Peter isn’t that surprised, he wants to kiss you too after all. And maybe that was slightly his plan already, he was trying to separate the both of you from the pack. He just wanted to talk with you more and he couldn't spit game as confidently when his friends were watching and listening. Peter also can’t think of a downside of kissing you either, it just seems really lovely.
“It’s almost like I planned it.” He winks at his friends as they realize he did in fact plan it to be this way.
His phone buzzes, “Hold on.”
He opens the door to see you and Betty’s smiling faces, “Hello.” He reaches in for a hug, you first then Betty. “If you wanna head in you can,” He smiles at Betty and watches her step through the threshold, you go to follow and he steps in front of you. He softly closes the door behind her, you watch expectantly.
“Hi.” He smiles.
“Hi.” You mimic.
He almost kisses you now, he opts for pulling you in for a second hug. You’re surprised but latch on tightly, he pulls away and places a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s softer than the one at the party, it’s intimate, it was a private kiss.
“Thank you for coming.” He whispers against your skin.
Your cheeks flush, you’ve never felt this seen before. Peter notices everything about you, and you wonder why it took him this long. You can’t help but get lost in daydreams where he was truly yours and his kisses never stopped, even as they trailed down your body.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
He didn’t even look at what you were wearing, he tilted your head up with his hand on your jaw.
“You look pretty.”
You blinked slowly, you kept looking between his eyes and his mouth. He said his worst subject was girls, you think he’s a liar, he’s too smooth and quick.
“You’re better at this than me.”
Peter just grins smugly. He’s better at the flirting game and he knows it. Spider-Man has some quick wit and it’s helped Peter out tremendously.
As soon as you both stepped through the door MJ berated you, “What were you two doing out there?” You wince and suck a breath through your teeth, “Making out. Hard core face sucking, had a full round of tonsil hockey.”
MJ narrowed her eyes, “Oh? Peter finally kissed you?”
This is what Peter means when he says his friends ruin his game.
You nod, “Oh yeah. Had me pressed against the wall and everything. I’m still seeing stars.”
It’s funny, nothing actually happened but what did felt more personal than actually telling your friends about a hook up session.
“Really?” Betty gasped, fully amazed that you had actually done it.
You frowned slightly, she seemed so excited for you. You had to let her know you were kidding.
“Yup. He even asked for my hand in marriage, right Peter?”
He nods, “We haven’t set a date yet.”
Betty boos with Ned, “No fair, we actually believed you.”
MJ shook her head, “No way. Peter’s not the make out in the hallway type.”
Peter makes kissy faces at MJ, “Wanna find out?”
MJ gags.
Ned huffs, “Betty and I are setting up Mario Kart.”
“I’m making popcorn.” MJ backs up into the kitchen.
Peter tugs you into him, “Wanna check out my games?”
—-----
You may or may not be trying a little extra hard to make your butt look good as you bend down looking at the games, Peter’s standing behind you and you just hope he’s taking a little look. Your PJ’s did hug you just right.
“You know I’ve never played chess?” You move the box to the right and find Connect Four, you pass him the box and he gasps. “Never?”
“Nope.” You wish you could play Clue, it was a favorite. You’re gonna team up with Betty to get the boys to play with you, MJ was an easy add if everyone else played.
“Never learned?”
You shake your head, “Never did. I dated one guy in middle school who did it competitively, and seeing as he was my boyfriend and a master in the game, or at least I thought he was at the time, I asked if he would teach me and he laughed at me and said it was “too advanced for a brain like mine.” So I vowed to never play it.”
You stood and handed him two more games, Guess Who and Battleship.
Peter frowned, “Sounds like a dolt. If you want, I would love to teach you. The hardest part is learning what the pieces do, after that it’s all strategy.”
You smile, “Don’t make fun of me but that would be a cute date.”
He laughs, “Teaching you chess?”
“Yes! You would be like this does that, and this does that, and you would let me practice on you, but you wouldn’t let me win cause then you can tell me why I failed so I actually get better.”
Peter doesn’t know why he thought girls were so hard to please, he thinks that's just what he’s been told. But so far all you really want to do is hang out with him.
“We can do it later this week if you’re up for it.”
You grin and nod, “Yes! You’re awesome, thank you so much!”
You also are extremely excited to see Peter concentrated and calculated with his moves.
Peter tells you it’s no biggie, then asks if you want to play in his room. You breathe in and nod, you were nervous to be in Peter’s room for the first time ever, and alone with him. It was slightly calmer if you think about how this is the first of many times you’ll see this room. You’re hoping you’ll be looking at the ceiling a lot more, though.
He points to his bed when you enter, “I’m leaning towards Guess Who first.”
You kick your shoes off and sit on his bed, “Comfy.”
“Just big enough for two.”
The way he speaks so casually makes you sweat. He’s a natural when it comes to flirting with you, you feel kiddish thinking about your lame attempts you call flirting. No wonder it went over his head for so long.
“Red or blue?” He holds up the plastic, “Red.” He nods in approval, “Nice choice.”
You hum, “Spider-Man wears red, I like red. I’m easy.”
He looks at you, “You like Spider-Man?”
You draw your head back, “You don’t?”
“I do! I didn’t know you were a fan, that’s all.”
“I’ve never seen him in person though, MJ has and I ask her about it all the time but she’s just super generic. Have you seen him?”
Peter clears his throat, “A few times.”
You drop your jaw, “No way! Tell me!”
“Nothing special, just the usual walking down the street and seeing him swinging.”
“That’s so cool though, have you seen him just fucking people up? Like when he does that web thing when he picks them up and slams them down? It’s so sick. Or when he wraps them up and like, flies towards them and double kicks their chest?”
Peter pretends to think about it, “I think I’ve seen some videos. He’s pretty cool, he’s got a few sick moves.”
“He’s my Harry Styles, if I saw him I’d melt down and cry and ask him to gently hold me. Like, it sounds crazy but I just know he’s cool. I don’t even like him like that, I just want to be his best friend.”
Peter wants to ask how you’d feel knowing you were about to make out with him.
“Total fangirl moment?”
“Pictures and all. I’d ask him to sign my tits, no joke.”
Peter throws his head back in a laugh, you smile at how he lights up. You love making him so happy.
“Okay!” You clap your hands.
“Is your person wearing a hat?”
“Nope.”
“Is your person wearing glasses?”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
“Does your person have a beard?”
“Fuck off, Peter. I’m moving in.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Is your person old?”
“Ancient.”
“Is your person Sam?”
You narrow your eyes at Peter, “Is this how it’s going to be between us? You always winning?”
“I ask good questions, stick around me long enough and you’ll get better at dodging me.”
“I could eat you up in scrabble.” You mutter.
“Yes you could, I’m ass at scrabble.”
Somewhere after the hour mark you’ve made your way to Battleship, it’s been a close game both of you have one more hit on the other person. You’re starting to feel the pressure, you try and calculate where he is, if you guess wrong he’s going to win. You know it.
You hold your breath, “C-4.” Peter looks at you and builds the suspense, then frowns. “Miss.” You groan, “Ugh, go ahead and sink me.” He smiles softly, “D-11.” You grunt at your board, “I’m swimming in the ocean with hope and a lifejacket.”
“Don’t worry, my one boat will come to save you.”
You snort, “Don’t worry babe, I blew your engines. You’re sinking next.”
“Are we gonna Jack and Rose it?”
You nod stiffly, “I’d let you die for me, yes.”
The room gets quiet, it makes you want to puke but you think the time is right. You told Betty you’d do it tonight, and Peter isn’t so scary, you just hate the feeling of rejection.
“Remember when Betty called you over about Ned?”
Peter has to pretend to think about it, he hums as he’s setting up his ships again.
“Well, she was trying to set up like this double date thing cause she’s too scared to go out with him alone for the first time. I mean nervous, not scared. Ned’s not scary.”
He hums again, he’s placing the third ship. He’s nearly holding his breath in excitement.
“And she wanted me to, like she asked if I would, I uh, nevermind.”
You lost the steam, you weren’t even sure how to word it without making it seem like a favor.
“I’m listening, she asked if you would what?”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid. Are you almost done?” You almost looked over to see if he was done placing his ships but stopped before you would ruin the game.
He looked up at you, “Tell me about Betty, come on.”
You shook your head and bit your lip, he took his chance and leaned forward to untuck it like he did earlier. Peter watched your pupils blow like before, he looked between your eyes and mouth before moving in. You felt his hand move to cup at your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before hooking his hand around your face.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you knew what he was doing. He watched your reaction as he pulled you near him, he leaned in closer. He was taking his time, you were nearly shaking waiting for him to just kiss you, he was slowly building the tension. He wanted you to know he wanted this just as much as you did.
He smiled as he leaned in, just inches away. He brushed his lips against yours, the feather like promise of more. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, he took that as a sign. His lips pressed against yours and your spine jolted, electricity felt like it ran through you, it didn’t hurt but it woke you up. You gripped at the back of his neck and held him tighter to you, you had dreamed of this for months, you weren’t letting go easily.
Peter moved against you slowly, he felt as you opened your mouth slightly and he took that as an invitation, he smoothed his tongue over yours and you moaned into his mouth. You’ve never felt this way before in a make out session, and this was just starting. He went until he felt choked for air, he pulled away slightly. You made a wet smacking sound when you separated. You raced for breath and kept your eyes closed, still panting you needed more. You opened your eyes to blink then pulled him back in, you were only able to last a minute before you searched for more air.
You couldn’t help yourself, he tasted so sweet it felt impossible to pull away. Now that you know what you were missing you never wanted to go back. You told yourself one more, you tried to pull him in but he pulled your hands from behind his neck, “Breathe. I’m not going anywhere. Can’t make out if you're unconscious.” You nodded and made a show of you breathing, then you leaned in for one more, he bowed his head and laughed. “That good?” You drank him in with greedy eyes, you ached for him. “Please,” You whimpered the words, it sent chills down his spine, he loved the way that sounded.
He nudged his nose against yours, “Please ask me, I’ll say yes.” He whispered his request.
He wasn’t talking about kissing, you knew that. He was asking about you asking him out, you know he was. He tied two and two together, you breathed in deeply.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
He nodded and placed his mouth on yours once more, you gripped at his shirt before shoving the plastic boxes to the side so you could get closer. You slowly shuffled toward him until you pulled away to straddle his waist, meeting his lips quickly before he could tell you to slow down. You’ve dreamed of this forever, you were in awe of what was happening, Peter Parker was making out with you, and it was really, really good.
Betty tried to walk in to ask what time you were leaving, it was a school night after all. But she decided to back out and give you space when she saw you busy at work on top of Peter. She came from the room glowing, she couldn’t believe you had actually done it.
“What’s going on in there?”
Betty smiled at MJ, “They’re making out.”
“Good for them!” Ned cheered out, he passed the finish line before MJ, “Last lap, loser.”
“That reminds me!” Ned looked over at Betty, “What?”
“Wanna go on a date with me?”
Ned dropped the remote, his character fell off a cliff.
“Yes. God yes!”
MJ is sure Flash is her favorite now.
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Ship: Natasha Romanov x Reader
Warnings: Angst
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About: What happens when Nat gets home from a long mission to find her place trashed and her girl injured?
what the fuck. nat came home to her home trashed. broken beer bottles covering the floor, empty potato chip bags, her lamp was smashed, furniture destroyed. she gasped when she noticed y/n laying there, drenched in blood, eyes fluttering in and out of conscious.
"DETKA" she exclaimed, running over to her girlfriend. y/n reached her arm out "n-natty?" y/n coughed. nat began to tear up, "who did this to you, my love?" nat said softly, trying to hide her anger. how could someone do this? especially to someone as sweet and caring as y/n. this infuriated nat further.
all of a sudden y/n started having a coughing fit, blood filled her mouth. nat rushed to call 911. panicked, she pulled y/n up, to lean against her. "b-breath baby" nat exhaled shakily. that's when y/n went limp in nat's arms.
"y-y/n? babylove? please wake up" nat sobbed. she shook y/n, trying to wake her girlfriend, covered in bruises and scars, awake.
no. no. this can't be it, they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together. nat was finally getting back from her long mission, missed her love so bad. their anniversary was tomorrow, it can't be. it can't be over, it was finally gonna be just them two. how could this happen...
the sound of sirens wailing brought nat back from her thoughts. she snapped. nat stood up, lifting her girlfriend, being careful of her injuries and the glass on the floor. she ran to the ambulance. a trail of blood followed.
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Bittersweet Revenge
Loki x Reader
A/N: alright, Ik this is a lot more intense from what I’ve written before on here, but I just had this idea and had to get it down. This is mostly in unedited so I also apologise for any mistakes. This is going to get a little gruesome but I tried to hold back from getting too descriptive. Also I do know this isn’t what would happen in real life I just wanted to write this scenario. Please give me any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism that you have. Sending love to all of you!!💗 (also requests are open.)
Warnings: Mentions of past torture, Trauma, Angst, detailed Descriptions of violence, eventual fluff
Summary: many years after your past as a former Hydra agent, the same agents who tortured you are brought in by S.H.I.E.L.D. You take the only chance you have to rectify what they did to you, but how will Loki react once he finds out what you’ve done?
Enjoy!!
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It was supposed to be a celebration. The team had finally managed to bring in the hydra agents that had escaped so many times. Everyone was supposed to be happy. But not you.
The moment the group of hydra workers were escorted through the doors it was like all the air was sucked out of you. Your eyes bore into the back of their heads as they were walked away from you. You hadn’t realised you were still standing there frozen until Nat came up behind you to check on you.
“Are you alright Y/N?”
She inquired, and you reluctantly broke your gaze. You fought to maintain a casual facade, but the rage filled you and the distress of seeing them again was sinking into your veins. You exhale slowly, before meeting her eyes. If you’re going to go through with your revenge you can’t have her figuring it out.
“Everything’s fine, Nat. I’m just tired.”
She doesn’t believe you, but leaves it be. From then until the time when everyone else is leaving the office, you’re on your own. Doing paperwork, and thinking deeply. Loki wasn’t here with you, but if he knew… he would be horrified of your plans to get revenge. You were usually so level headed, even on missions. if he saw you like that… the thoughts kept plaguing you.
If it weren’t for the nightmares, the terror and everything you’d done to collect yourself after all they put you through you might’ve let it go. They destroyed everything, and now was the only chance you’d get.
So, when most people had left to go home, you snuck down to the holding cells. There was a dagger gripped tightly in your hand, but you most likely wouldn’t use it. Despite your being trained to not be messy.. to make every kill efficient and clean.. you might just take your time with this one.
As you approached the door you paused. You could turn back now. It might be for the best. You could just go back upstairs and finish the paperwork you’d been assigned. Maybe grab a coffee. Let them go.
No, you decided. After everything they’d taken from you? Everything and everyone you’d lost after they captured you? No. It was time for a wrong to be righted, even if you did have to get blood on your hands. You open the door.
“Do you remember me?”
One of the four men look up. There’s nothing in his eyes. He looks away as soon as he looked up and you curse him in your mind. You turn to the next, then the next until you meet the eyes of the final man.
“You remember me.”
He smiles, an empty heartless smile that doesn’t meet his dead eyes.
“I remember. You’re the one that escaped. Gave us a few scars on your way out.”
He laughs hollowly, and you grit your teeth. Your eyes bore into his. You grip the handle of the knife tight.
“Don’t worry. You wont be alive to see the scars I’ll leave this time.”
With that you grip the side of his skull and bring his head hard against the glass wall.
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It’s got to be at least thirty minutes later. You’re sweating, and your casual get up is covered in blood. Their blood. You stand in the middle of the room, eyes scanning the crumpled forms around you. Part of you was satisfied. The other part.. was considering the aftermath of all this.
Thank god for soundproof walls. You were sure their excessive screaming would have drawn attention. Maybe that would have been good. Maybe you needed someone to stop you.
You wipe clean the blade of your dagger, before turning around to face the large glass window of the room. And then you freeze in place.
Standing there on the other side of the glass, face white as paper, is Loki. Your beloved. The person who saw past the facade. Who backed you up when people judged you for your past. Is now staring with an un readable expression on his face. He knew who they were. Of course he knew. You could feel him, poking and prodding at your mind.
You hadn’t realised tears were pricking your eyes until this very moment, when they all overflowed.
“Shit.”
You grab onto the handle of the door, and then you’re standing outside. Face to face with him. The slow drip of blood on the floor making everything feel real.
“Loki.. Loki I’m- I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.”
You garble, and before you can stop it tears are overflowing. Everything seems so real now, as you stand under the buzzing lights.
“What… did you do?”
His voice is weak as he scans your frame. You shiver under his gaze, and see it soften drastically. Your breathing is uneven and erratic as you attempt to say something. Anything. To defend what you’ve done.
You expect him to run. To turn away and leave you here with your sins. But before you can say another word, his arms are around you. He pulls you against him firmly, rubbing your back and arms.
“Breathe. It’s okay. Don’t think about it. Just focus on my voice.”
And you do your best to listen. Despite the bodies. Despite the blood that pools on your clothes and now his. Despite the fear coursing through you. You listen. You let him use his fingers to gently untangle your hair. You let yourself believe it’ll all be okay.
“… did it help? With.. With the hurt they left behind?”
He finally speaks, and you inhale shakily as you think before responding.
“Yes… I think it did.”
You finally look up and meet his eyes. His beautiful green eyes that have no fear. And as if he can read your mind, he replies.
“Oh darling.. I could never fear you. No matter what, I’m here. I love you.”
You breathe deeply, and press your face back into his chest. Your mind still thrums with thoughts.
“What will happen now?”
Your voice shakes as you say it, and he pauses. You can almost hear the cogs in his head turning. When he finally replies after a minute of silence, his voice is calm and steady.
“I don’t know. But I’ll be here with you. Through anything… let’s get you home.”
He sees the shake in your legs and your weak knees, and without hesitating scoops you up into his arms. You rest your head against his shoulder as he walks, and listen to the sound of his steady heart beat. As long as he’s with you.
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can you horndogs stop adding angst tags to your fics? im tryna cry over here i dont want to read the smuttiest thing known to man
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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: tw: rape, tw: talk of being raped but not the act itself, tw: verbal abuse, tw: emotional abuse, john is a really bad person, super sweet bucky, relief and being free at the end
Summary: Ever since your failed one-night stand with John, you two have been in a "relationship". He won't let you leave and treats you like less than. Will you ever find your way out of this abuse cycle?
Squares Filled: romania (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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The person staring back at you in the mirror is someone you don’t recognize. How did you get to this point in your life? You used to be so full of life and loved going out with your friends. Now? You’d rather stay in and not see a single person in fear they’re going to see who you really are: a weak bitch. At least, that’s what John tells you daily. Your eyes used to hold so much light but now they’re sunken in. Your skin used to be glowing but now is pale.
Thank God for makeup.
You paint your face to make yourself look happy, to conceal the tear stains away, and to make your skin shine like how it used to. Just as you put the final brush down, John walks in with a scowl on his face.
“You take fucking forever to get ready. The boys are waiting on you. You’re either ready in five minutes or I’m gonna leave you here and I’ll punish you when I get home.”
“I’m ready.”
You turn to him with a fake smile plastered on your face.
“Fucking finally. Come on.”
As soon as John leaves the room, your smile drops. This is getting to be very exhausting and you’re not sure how long you can do this for. Still, you grab your purse and meet John at the car. One of his good friends is hosting a small party with drinks and dinner, so he doesn’t live far from you and John. John has his hand on your thigh the entire ride as a sort of reminder. His touch makes you want to throw up, everything about him you hate, and he’s not a good person.
Not only is he mentally, verbally, and emotionally abusive toward you, but he crosses the line into physical abuse almost every night. He’s only hit you once out of anger but the physical abuse is sexual. One night a year ago, you were looking for a meaningless hookup to get over your ex and John had taken you back to his place. Everything was going great until the point where you two got into it. You backed down at the last second because you didn’t want to do that to yourself, but John didn’t take no for an answer.
He ended up raping you that night and has been almost every night after that. He became obsessed with you and had been for months before that, and now that he got his hands on you, he didn’t want to let you go.
He won’t let you leave, and you don’t know how to break this cycle.
You and John arrive at his friend’s house just as Bucky and Sam get there. It was John’s idea to invite them as a sort of “get to know my neighbors” type deal. He wants to prove to them that he’s just as capable of being Captain America as Steve was. Bucky isn’t going to go for his bullshit but Sam made him come here.
Bucky smiles when he sees you. He’s always thought you were too good for John but he’s kept his mouth shut because it seemed like you were happy in the relationship. However, when you pass by him to get into the house, he can see how terrified you are in your eyes.
“It’s good to see you two. I’m glad you could make it,” John smiles.
The worst thing about John is that he’s super charming and can convince a town full of people that he’s the good guy.
“Sam made me come.”
“Hush,” Sam says and whacks Bucky on the back of his head.
All four of you walk inside and greet the men who are already here. The only other woman who is here is one of John’s friend’s wife. You’d much rather go off on your own with the wife and make small talk but John keeps you by his side all night. Even as he’s talking to Bucky and Sam about his plans regarding Captain America, his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. Bucky looks at you briefly and sees the look in your eyes. You’re smiling and agreeing with what John is saying but your eyes are telling him a different story.
Something is wrong here but he doesn't know what or how to help you.
Eventually, dinner is served and you’re seated next to John and the other woman. Bucky and Sam are on the other side of the table but Bucky’s eyes haven’t left you since you walked past him. It’s bugging him that he knows something is wrong without knowing exactly what it is. Everyone is eating and having a good time while you pick at your food cautiously. You can eat only what John approves of you to eat since he’s told you constantly that he doesn’t want you getting fat on him. If you look a certain way, he’ll force you to lose weight until you can fit into the clothes he buys you.
It’s your fault for eating too much anyway.
You’re not sure how the conversation ended up on languages, but John is always looking for an excuse to talk about this. You’ve pretty much tuned out this entire evening.
“I don’t know if you guys know this but Y/N can speak five languages, Romanian being one of them. It’s the one I find the most romantic.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I grew up with it,” you nod.
“Tell them how great I am in Romanian,” John chuckles.
The only other person at this table who can speak Romanian is Bucky. This is your chance. This is your chance to ask for some real help without alerting John you’re doing it.
“Am nevoie de ajutor. John nu mă lasă să-l părăsesc. Mă violează de câteva ori pe săptămână. Este abuziv fizic, verbal, mental și emoțional. Mi-e teamă că mă voi trezi într-o zi să-l văd cu un cuțit în față. Vă rog să mă ajutați. Nu mă va lăsa să plec.”
I need help. John won't let me leave him. He rapes me several times a week. He's abusive physically, verbally, mentally, and emotionally. I'm scared I'll wake up one day to see him with a knife in my face. Please help me. He won't let me leave.
You can’t look at anyone in the eyes, especially Bucky. Still, you peek a look at him to see shock written on his face. He understood every word you said but John is still smiling next to you as if you told everyone how loving and kind he is. John reaches over and grips your thigh gently to let you know he has all the power here.
“What did you tell them?”
You look at John and smile at him.
“How much you love me and how much you treat me like a princess. How much I love you.”
“See?” John chuckles. “She’s a keeper.”
John goes back to eating and chatter resumes as normal. However, Bucky can’t stop looking at you. You lock eyes with him before looking down and finishing your meal. The rest of the dinner goes by without a hitch and John is saying goodbye to his friends.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom real fast. I’ll be quick.”
John can’t be his usual self around company so he kisses the side of your head and allows you to do that.
“Hurry back.”
It’s a simple request but it holds so much threat behind it. You leave his side and head to the upstairs bathroom since that’s the only one working. As soon as the door is closed, you rush over to the toilet and throw up everything you ate. You want to cry until there is no more water in you but you have to remind yourself that John is waiting and he’ll get meaner the longer you make him wait.
Someone knocks on the door and the panic and fear in your body spike to a high level. You wipe your mouth with toilet paper and flush the toilet to make it seem like you’re done.
“Who is it?”
“Bucky.”
Relief replaces your panic but the fear is still there. He knows what John does. He knows everything. What is he going to do? You open the door carefully and he pushes his way inside with determination.
“Is what you said true?”
“I can’t do this here, Bucky.” If you talk about it openly, then you’re going to cry and John will know for sure something is up. “If I talk about it, I’ll cry and I won’t be able to stop.” You look at your reflection to make sure your makeup isn’t ruined. “I have to go. John is waiting.”
“Wait just a minute,” Bucky says and prevents you from leaving.
“Bucky, please. John will get angry. I need to leave now.”
“John is no longer going to hurt you.”
“What?”
“Stay here and wait for my return.”
Bucky leaves before you can say anything else. John sees Bucky come back alone and he’s getting a bit frustrated with you. He can’t do anything in front of his friends but just wait until he gets you home.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“In the bathroom. It sounded like she was washing her hands when I passed by. Can I talk to you for a second outside?”
John looks confused but follows Bucky outside nonetheless. John passes by Bucky while he stares at his vibranium arm. The metal flexes with power and Bucky is trying so hard to contain it.
“You want to know an interesting fact about me?” Bucky asks and looks at John.
“What?”
“Vorbesc fluent Romana.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m fluent in Romanian.”
John immediately gets nervous. You told him you told everyone how much you love him but based on Bucky’s reaction, he knows you said something else.
“That’s cool, man. You and Y/N have something in common.”
With his vibranium arm, Bucky sends what’s supposed to be a deadly blow to the face. It would be deadly if the person he is punching didn’t have the super soldier serum in him. John crashes into the car behind him and sets off the car alarm. Everyone inside rushes outside to see what the commotion is.
“Never lay a hand on her again!” Bucky yells angrily.
Bucky sends another hard blow with his flesh hand to the side of John’s face. This is when the fight or flight response in John kicks in. He starts to fight Bucky back but there is no use in stopping the Winter Soldier. They both have the serum in them but Bucky has always been and will always be stronger than John. Bucky grabs John’s collar and pulls him up to his feet only to slam him to the concrete down below. Bucky punches John’s chest so hard with his metal arm that John’s ribs break and he coughs up blood.
“Hey! What the hell is going on!” Sam yells and pulls his friend off your abuser.
“He’s a fucking abuser and a coward! He’s hurting Y/N, and it’s gonna stop now. Don’t fucking go near her or I’ll do more than break your ribs,” Bucky threatens.
Everyone looks at John who just groans in pain with his eyes closed. Bucky pushes past everyone to get back into the house and to the bathroom where you are. You’re sitting on the toilet biting your nails nervously. You have no idea what is going on out there or what Bucky can do to help you. The bathroom door opens and Bucky enters without a second thought. You stand up to greet him when you smell blood. Your eyes trail down his body until they land on his flesh hand which has open wounds on it.
“What did you do?” you gasp.
“I should have killed him.” The realization that you’re free, at least at this moment, hits you and the floodgates open. The tears come flowing out and won’t stop, and Bucky pulls you into his arms. “He will never hurt you again. Sam and I have an extra room you can use.”
Your grip on him gets tighter.
“Thank you,” you cry and shake in his arms.
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Comforting a Touch-Starved Bucky
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, PTSD, kissing, soothing kisses, cuddles, late night showers, phantom limb, touch-starved Bucky
A/N: Heh, lets go with some Bucky angst!
Bucky doesn't like talking about his trauma much, he doesn't want his burden to be yours too
You're something really good in his life that he honestly isn't sure he deserves so he doesn't want to lose you by looking like a complete mess in front of you
He doesn't sleep with his vibranium arm most of the time, he wants you to feel his warm skin when he holds you
Long since mastered silent screaming so he doesn't make a sound when he wakes up from a nightmare
Always kisses your cheek before getting out of bed, it help him ground himself in the here and now rather then dwelling on his nightmare
To clear his head he takes a quick warm shower and can hopefully get back into bed without waking you up
You always turn to kiss his neck in your sleep
There are times when he doesn't even put his arm on around the apartment and he reaches for something with the wrong hand
There's a brief flash on his face before he realizes that he has to grab it with the other hand which leads you to reach for him and kiss the back of his hand, one on each finger knuckle
His fingers flinch against your lips, or tremble would be a better word even though he should be used to this by now
You enjoy working out with him and sparring with him a lot but sometimes you watch from the sides because he gets way into the zone and its fun to watch him
Post shower cuddles aren't even a question for the two of you
Bucky loves to be enveloped in your scent so he sometimes uses your shampoo to wash his hair
There are times when he cranks up the shower so you don't hear how hard he's breathing getting faster ad faster
He hates the moments of weakness he has when you have to wrap your arms around him and be his tender, when he's shaking and trying to remember that he's not a bad person, that he deserves the love you show him, he deserves the good things in life
For this reason he wants to hold you against him whenever he can cuddle with you, whatever it may be, sleeping, watching movies, reading a book, eating, he craves the closeness, comfort and warmth of your touch, of your hand in his, of your lips against his
He can calm down easily when you're around and his nightmares or flashbacks aren't as frequent as they used to be, he thinks its partly because he has you, making every day a little happier then the last
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HIS PRINCESS
Headcannons for Erik kilmonger (N’jadaka) in a new series coming due to voting.
Erik loving when you use the Theluji version of Xhosa (the same but its more rich, yet soft and fierce)
WOULD START ARGUEMENTS JUST SO YOU USE YOUR NATIVE TONGUE
He knows xhosa fluently, but pretends to not know it when you confess to him in xhosa.
USING HIS BIRTH NAME !!
it makes him bonkers.
Like. Deadass he loves you addressing him as N'jadaka, using any other name would make him think youre mad at him. you only used that name on him since you were four.
He likes the way it rolls off your tongue, would make you moan it during sex js to make him do what you want
"please Erik i need it please." "use my right name, you what to say baby." "fuck me nice n good N'Jadaka !" n he listens
WEAK SPOTS FOR U
He has a weak spot for when you wear your dresses and formal wear.
likes seeing you all high and mighty, HE LOVES. a woman in control
Making you cry in bed is his turn on, out of bed he gets so soft for you. " dont cry angel, youll get sick. dont let nobody make my Princess cry but me. just let me know who and ill handle it."
his love language?
Okay this man is so confusing
he switches love languages alot
like more then he should.
He would bring,make or buy gifts for you out of love and wouldnt expect anything back. this man will have statues carved for your beauty.
He reclaimed his title as one of the princes of wakanda , which equals to many women being envious, but Erik dresses you nice, then shows you off.
deffinently big on praising and physical intimacy.
for a "scary" guy he LOVES holding your hand or holding you in general, not a love language hes just an ass
EXTRAA
he indeed does sing
an amazing voice too
only sings you to sleep though
Fic : His Princess
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Almost There
Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader
Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
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Wordcount: 1.6K
Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.
Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties
AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.
You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.
You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.
Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.
Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.
“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.
Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.
“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.
“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”
Wait what?”
You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”
Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”
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The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.
“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.
Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”
You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”
“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.
You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”
His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”
“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.
“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.
“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.
“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.
“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.
A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”
“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”
Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”
Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.
Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.
“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.
“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.
Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.
+++
Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.
“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.
“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.
Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”
“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.
“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”
“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.
“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.
Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”
Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.
“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.
“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.
Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”
Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”
“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”
Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”
“Others?”
“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.
Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”
“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”
“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.
“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”
Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”
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Vigilante Shit - Bucky Barnes
Authors Note: Never liked this one which is why it stayed in the drafts fr so long, it just always seemed empty. It's definitely missing something.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Word Count:9,131
Warnings: Cuss words, reader was once apart of the red room
Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT.
Main Masterlist
Enjoy!
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
I don't dress for women
I don't dress for men
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
-
It’s the pity on her face that makes you want to claw her eyes out, or maybe the happy family photo sitting on her desk staring and taunting you with their stupid smiling faces. Each of her children smiled like nothing was wrong in the world, like they didn’t have to worry about earning their way or surviving the day.
Dr. Aquinos children would never know pain.
But that was a given, they weren’t bought and sold off. They weren’t tortured and abused for years only to be torn out when Natasha fucking Romanoff decides to free everyone from that chain and force them into the real world.
Did it make you pathetic to say you missed it?
In the red room you had a cot, a meal at least once a day and training. Out here you were no one. No trace of you existed. No ids, or photos, no friends or family. You were nothing.
Even ghosts had more than you at this point.
“You know it’s common to feel this way about it? That longing to have it back? It’s the pain and the change, you feel like you have nothing right now but I can assure you that’s not true.”
You say nothing.
“Have you given any thought to our last session?” The therapist asks, voice saccharine amount of sweet that tells you she knows your looking for a fight today and she won’t be giving into it. You hated that she knew you would try that, you hated these sessions all together.
“Yes.” Lie. And judging by the quirk in her smile she knows it too.
“I think it’s extremely important for you in this next step, to get rid of the suit. What was it they called you?” You don’t reply for a minute, your own little form of rebellion, but she doesn’t let you get away with it for long. “The…. Cobra?”
“The. Viper.” You bite out, grinding your teeth together and fisting your hands at your side. “The Red Viper to be exact.”
“Can you explain to me why it is you got that name? I mean your other counter parts all follow a …..widow theme….. but you don’t?”
“It just….. happened that way.” You lie. “How much longer do we have?”
Why did she not have a clock?
“Ah. So the story has something to do with Bucky Barnes.” She smiles and you fight back the sneer.
“Nope.”
“You always ask for the time when memories of him are brought up.”
Not. True. You don’t bother arguing because that might prove her point.
“Can you recall what he looked like?”
A flash of ice blue crosses your mind, his eyes. Followed by roses and ballet slippers. A small opening to freedom right there in your grasp, his smiling face….. replaced by that of betrayal, the pain and torture you suffered for weeks after because he-
“No.” You lie. “I only knew him as the winter soldier.”
“Have you tried reaching out?”
“No. And I never will.” Not until you were able to kill him, get your revenge.
Your therapist didn’t know about your revenge list though,she would have you imprisoned for it. The list of names of every mastermind and agent that did you wrong, and at the very end of the list was the one person you actually managed to trick you, the one person you gave everything you had left to.
Bucky Barnes would be the last person you killed in this life, and you would make sure to enjoy every second of it.
-
It’s not everyday they pull you from your training program and load you into a transportation vehicle, and you don’t know whether to be scared or excited by the change in routine.
You decide on excitement, because a widow is never. Ever. Scared.
The keepers transporting you all avoid eye contact and you bite back the smirk, knowing that you installed that fear when you bit the thumb off the last guard that tried to touch you inappropriately. You might be hydras toy but you were not a plaything for these half wits.
“Your mission will be in direct partnership with the Winter Soldat.” The agent in front of you explains, watching you load up your widow uniform with hidden weapons “there’s a list of names that needs to be taken care of, and it might take a minute so they are pairing you both. They want no mistakes, only the best.”
“No traces no trails. No chances.” You answer, already having it memorized, biting down on your tongue when you remember the poor girl you left as a witness to your last mission.
Hydra never found out, but her scared scream when she caught you killing her father will haunt you.
You wondered if you might have had someone to scream over at one point.
“He won’t speak to you so don’t bother.” The agent grunts as the vehicle comes to a stop and he slams his fist on the side to let them know it’s safe to open the doors.
They all cast you another look as you try not to roll your eyes at the drama. If you truly wanted out of this vehicle you could slaughter them all, you just knew that hydra would track you down no matter what so what was the point?
They lead you down hundreds of gray halls, each getting darker than the last and the smell of mold and desperation heightened with each step. Finally at the very last cell door they all raise their weapons and slide it open, muttering something in Russian before a figure emerges.
The glint of his arm catches on the shit light above you first, and then he is there, glowering and confused in the same go.
“Soldat. This is the widow.” His mentor speaks in Russian, gesturing to you which makes the soldier give you one look. That’s it. One brief look of disdain and he goes back to looking at the mentor like you weren’t even there.
This mission is going to go well.
-
“You’re making progress Bucky.” Dr. Raynor hums, her eyes glinting as she watches him over the pad of paper she hasn’t scribbled on in the past hour. He likes to think that it’s a good sign, but he also tries not to get into his own head about it. “But I’d like to go a little deeper if you’ll let me.”
“Don’t really have a choice doc.” He mutters, but his tone lacks the usual bite.
“Funny. Have you slept in a bed recently?”
“I’ve made it to at least 3 hours of sleep in my bed.” He nods, not mentioning he thought the laundry detergent smelled like your shampoo.
“You bought any home decorations? Anything at all?”
“There’s a welcome mat by the front door.”
“Inside or outside?”
“…..inside.” He wasn’t brave enough to put it out in the hall yet.
“I just want a house that has a welcome mat and that cookie smell. Something to call home.” Those were your words, whispered to him the night before the soldier…..
“Tell me what you have been up to lately.”
“Lunches with Yori….missions with Sam…. And I’ve been…. Trying to find someone.”
“Someone from your time as the soldier?”
“Yes.” His throat is tight and he might throw up.
“For revenge?”
“No…. Well she might want revenge…… I just want her.” He admits.
Dr. Raynors eyebrows shoot up, and she tries to keep neutral as she asks the next question. “The viper then?”
“She didn’t like that name.”
“How did she get it?”
“Me.”
“And what did you call her if she didn’t like the name?”
“Flower.”
-
I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
-
The roof of the bagel shop on the stupid block you were on was probably the worst spot to be.
Best, if you’re focusing on the fact that it’s the perfect hideout for the sniper gun you are aiming and the fact that you’re able to lay at a slant so your legs don’t falls asleep while you focus.
Terrible for the fact that you could smell the pizza shop next door perfectly, and your stomach was beginning to rumble in hunger.
But you had to focus, your target was supposed to be in his apartment right now, Viktor Aubrel, the man that sold you in the first place.
Your intel told you he should have been home an hour ago and yet you were still waiting in the winter air that sent a shiver up your spine, too focused on the aim to realize the two figures now on the roof.
“Are the widows that oblivious now?” A deep voice laughs causing you to whirl, knife out as you spot none other than the winter soldier and the new captain america, both watching you.
It was the captain that taunted you, a sneer making its way into your lips as you prepare yourself to launch. The winter soldier extends a hand out, blocking the captain with a skeptical look.
“Sam. A little forewarning, she doesn’t fight like the others.” He mumbles and you all but hiss, not giving either of them a moment before you’re launching at them.
They track your movements well, both standing to fight as you run across the roof, jumping up on the ledge to give you the upper advantage and launch yourself at them. Starting with the easier target, the man with the shield. Wrapping your arms around his neck and spinning your body until you have his weight thrown in the air. He manages to catch himself standing but you’re ahead of the game, jumping so your feet are planted on his chest and shoving him off the roof right as the winter soldier gets to you.
“I don’t want to do this.” He mutters and you hiss again, lunging with a knife out, slashing expertly over and over as he dodges as much as he can. “You don’t need to do this.”
The knife catches in the elbow of his metal arm and his flesh hand comes up to grab your wrist so you twist, kicking his knee down and flick another knife from your uniform.
“I want to.” You mutter in Russian, voice dripping with disdain as you raise the knife and bring it down. Only to get blasted across the roof.
The air leaves your lungs as you skid across the concrete of the roof, splayed out staring at the sky and blinking away the pain.
“She’s quicker than the rest.” Captain America huffs, helping the soldier up.
“A lethal experiment. Taking a trained widow and injecting her with mutated blood of some guy named Logan Howlett.”
“Where does the viper come from?”
“Her knives are all laced with venom and poisons. One touch to your skin and it doesn’t matter if it was a fatal wound or not. You’re out.” You hear them both approach, pretending to be passed out before they get close enough and you can kick the soldier in the stomach. He catches your foot, twisting so your body would have to twist with it or break, but you’re already pulling out a knife and launching it at the other.
A shout of warning leaves the soldier's lips as the knife nearly gets his partner's thigh, you take this weakness and twist until you are wrapped around him and launching you both across the roof. But he is already working his way out, twisting so you slam into the roof once more, his metal arm on your throat holding you down as you claw at it.
Panic attacks your body, scratching at the metal as the captain comes into view.
“Stop. We can help you.” The man sighs.
“Y/n.” The soldier mumbles, eyes pleading. “Let us help-“
Your foot bends to smash into his jaw and send him sprawling back.
“That’s. Not. My. Name.” Your voice is scratchy from the choking and it hurts to talk, but you don’t have time since you’re already dashing to clear the roof.
But the captain throws his shield and hits your ankle sending you falling until Bucky catches you and twists you with his metal arm so your back was to his chest and he can hold you.
“It is. You told me so yourself. Remember?”
“I wanna see my life before all this. I want to see my family and tell them I’m alive. My name was y/n. I found my file and I just-“
You were disgusted that you ever told him such things.
“LET GO!”
“We can help with your list.” It’s the caption saying this, his face holding pity. “We can’t kill but we can help take them down. If you’re willing.”
“They all deserve to die!” The one holding you counted in that.
“I’m not arguing that. But I am setting boundaries. Justice by more death is not the way to do this.” The man tries to ease, attempting a smile. “I’m Sam. You already know Buck-“
“Let me go!”
“We’re proposing a partnership. We help you take them down, get them arrested and you don’t kill any of them.”
“Right. And I get thrown in a cell right after I’m assuming.” You sneer, trying not to focus on the scent of hazel and coffee coating your senses from the soldier.
“You will be pardoned. You had no choice back then and we are giving you one now. Pardoned.”
“And what do you mean by taking them down?” What choice did you have?
-
It had been a week with the soldier when he finally showed a small amount of emotion. Insane.
You had been huddled in the corner of the abandoned hotel you made camp in, keeping close to yourself for warmth as he pretended to sleep by the wall. You knew he wasn’t actually asleep, not trusting enough to do so. And you don’t know when he does get sleep, all you know is you fight to the last possible moment your eyelids can stay open and you don’t sleep long.
The exhaustion and the cold were beginning to wear you down, a week in and you had yet to kill a single person on this list because the Soldat refused to listen to how you can manage it. With him it’s all silent and watching, your missions were usually more lively. You wore disguises and set traps. Hydra liked sending messages and it’s what you did.
They want a quick and efficient widow? They send Belova. They want a widow that draws attention to their dangers? A prize possession? They send you.
Which is why this entire mission is so weird. Why send you if- before you can finish your thought you are being pelted with a warm jacket, the Soldat glaring at you.
“Your teeth chattering is keeping me up.” He mutters in Russian, sitting up and checking all his weapons.
“As if you sleep.” You reply back in Russian, rolling your eyes. His eyes flick to you in surprise for just a second before he trains them again, watching the window in the opposite corner. “What’s your name?”
“Soldat.”
“What’s your real name?”
“I….. should the viper be asking questions?” He snaps, glaring once more before you roll your eyes and stand up. He watches your every move as you toss his jacket back and cross the room. “Where are you going?”
“To be a viper.” You sneer back, enjoying the way the Russian makes the words bite out more.
He stands up quickly when you move to climb out the window but you send him a glare and descend quickly, making sure he does not follow.
When you get back three hours later, he is standing in the center of the room with his arms crossed and a glare on his features.
You simply walk past him to grab your list, crossing off the first name. “Can we get an actual hotel this time? I need to shower some of this blood off.”
As you move to walk past him his arm shoots out to grab you, pain erupting as he bends your neck to look at him. You would allow this, because is his anger is on you then he won’t look into the 2 little children you helped vanish tonight after you killed their father.
“You do not make moves without me. Understood?”
“Yes Soldat.” You try to nod before he lets go.
“Viper.” He hisses. And you would allow it, because if anyone knew what you had done you would be killed.
-
The three of you ended up in a warehouse not too far away from the roof you had been scouting on, bucky carrying your bag of weapons on his shoulder as he tried not to look at you while Sam paced back and forth.
You sat on a fallen beam, seeming bored and uninterested as you picked at your nails. But Bucky knew that was your game, to let the world think you were a valid assassin with little to no care.
But he knew you cared, he knew how much effort you had put into saving kids back then. You had always been so warm without even realizing it.
But maybe that all changed, after it….. all happened he hadn’t heard about you again and after he was freed by Steve he couldn't seem to find any of the children you had saved.
“What happened to them?” He finds himself asking, his chest pinching at the sight of you. His flower. But that look in your eyes, the betrayal and anger…..
“The first three on my list? I dumped their bodies in the river.” You smile, turning your glare to Sam. “How about that pardon now?”
“The kids. The ones that you-“ you stand before he can finish his sentence , both him and Sam preparing for a fight as you seem to try and ease yourself.
“What kids?” Sam snaps, anger and protectiveness rolling off of him. “Did you hurt-“
“No. She used to smuggle them out.” Bucky explains. “When she got missions if there was a kid in the family she would pretend to kill them, and help the kid out.”
“I thought hydra confirmed kills by bodies.”
“Not when you’re the best.” You smile, that vapid venomous smile that made Bucky's stomach churn. “And Soldat is right. I used to smuggle the kids out.”
His chest hurts at the name you use, but he assumes that it’s fair. “Where are they now?”
He wants you to look at him, to tell him they are all safe and that he didn’t ruin everything. But you keep your eyes trained away, pain flashing through your features as you explain. “After you…. Told them….. they got the names and locations from me and sent out the shadow widow.”
“Kaltain Amerie.” Sam nods, recognizing the name. She was married to a fancy rich guy now, had been the one Yelena found.
“She took care of what I couldn’t. She did the job.” You nod, hands fisting at your sides as the words clang into Bucky. “And I was punished for my failure.”
“And the missions you got after they caught you?” Sam asks, casting a brief look to bucky at the word caught.
“I had a partner, and they always made sure I did my job.” Fuck.
He was going to puke, how many kids had…..
“You mentioned an alliance. Not an interrogation.” You snap, obviously uncomfortable. “And if you want to revoke my pardon because of-“
“I don’t.” Sam says gently, nodding. “And I’m sorry that it happened.”
“I’m not.” It was a lie and Bucky could taste it. Anything to keep both of them away, that wall you built up when he first met you.
“Okay. The name on your list. Let’s talk about how to get him.” Bucky changes direction, wanting to get you to ease again, not liking the pain in your eyes.
You continue to avoid looking in his direction, and he continues to stare at only you.
-
She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some
She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?
Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride
Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife
And she looks so pretty
Driving in your Benz
Lately she's been dressing for revenge
-
It’s a month into the mission when the Soldat tells you his name.
Gone were the days of sleeping on opposite sides of the room, now you both shared a bed. Gone were the days of him not sleeping, and he was now the one that fell asleep first.
Tonight being one of those nights, with you sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed, his forehead pressed into your thigh as he falls asleep slowly, letting you play with his hair as you review footage of your next name. The third on the list.
“My name….” He mutters, this time in English which still shocks you everytime he does. “It’s Bucky.”
“Bucky?” It tastes like vanilla on your tongue, your chest lightening as you whisper it a couple more times. “I like it.”
“What’s yours?”
“My file…. My file says Y/n.” You whisper back and he tilts his head up to look at you.
“You don’t seem to like it.”
“I….. it just doesn’t feel real.” You admit. “It feels wrong for me to use it.”
“I think it’s a wonderful name. It suits you well but… I think you’re my flower.” He murmurs back, moving to press his forehead into your thigh once more and finally lets sleep claim him.
The next morning you both work in tandem, cleaning weapons, he gives you time to make sure that your knives are still potent with venom as you try to come up with a plan to get the 5 year old girl out of the country without the soldier knowing.
But the betrayal of it hurts your chest, watching him work around you as a smooth unit. A team. That’s what you had become.
“Ready?” He asks in Russian, coming up to fix the hair that had fallen out of your braid, using his flesh hand to push it behind your ear as his thumb traces your jaw.
“Always. You?”
“With you my little flower? Always.”
-
It was ironic the way you and the Soldat still worked in tandem, moving with an effortless grace.
Sam, the captain, watches with wide eyes as you both move around each other.
“Do we have-“
“Yes we have enough intel.” You snap, closing the camera footage the second you spot the young boy running down the hall of the mansion when both him and his mom get home. The pain in your chest could be blamed on the image, and or the stupid soldier standing too close to you. “I can smell your breath.”
“He ate a cheeseburger for lunch again?” Sam chuckles and you stand straight, giving him wide eyes as the Soldat rolls his own. “You know you can’t get in trouble for calling him an idiot, right?”
“I’m aware.” Your words come out clipped and you try not to shudder at the way Sam snickers, catching your lie.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Call Barnes a dumbass.”
“I won’t speak to the Soldat.” You reply, moving to clean your knives.
“Oh come on. Try it. It helps me..” sam laughs, sitting across from you at the kitchen counter as the Soldat shuffles closer to help you clean the knives. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him.
“You….. are a dumbass.” You squeak out, not looking at him. You hear him snort behind you and he reaches across to grab another knife. You roll your eyes at the way he presses his body next to yours.
“That was lame. Try again.” Sam laughs.
“Fine. You’re a DUMBASS!” You snap out, watching both their eyes widen before laughs break out and they start cracking up.
You feel your stiff spine loosen a little, the anxiety easing as you start laughing as well, all three of you cackling. His flesh hand finds its way to your lower back to keep you stable as you both drop the knives to laugh. And finally, after three weeks of working with them you drop the angry front, and give in to their warmth even though everything in you screams to not fall for it.
-
“Is this….. proper mission food?” You ask from the spot you had taken at the window, watching Bucky and Sam come in with pizza boxes and beer in their hands, both laughing at each other .
Bucky had, sort of tripped up on the stairs which sent Sam in a spiral of making fun of him, but the second they laid eyes on you that humor fell out the window, both going quiet.
“You don’t think pizza and beer are good?” Sam asks, offended. “This is the best combo.”
“Is it…. Allowed?” You ask again and Bucky feels that pang in his chest before he passes the box to you and opens it smoothly.
“You get the first slice pick.” He offers and Sam gasps at the counter.
“That….. oh that’s just cruel to me.”
“It’s an honor to pick the first slice then?” You quirk your eyebrow, humor written on your face, the spark in your eyes setting him on fire. “This is a New York custom?”
“Oh indeed.” He smiles, pushing the box closer to you. “It would be a great dishonor to refuse this.”
There is a second of discomfort, he watches you contemplate it before you reach for a slice, grabbing the largest slice and raising your eyebrows as you wait to see their reactions.
“Perfect choice!” Sam grunts, reaching around you to grab another slice.
“I was going to choose that one.” Bucky smiles, watching you bite it immediately then stick out your tongue at him before taking up a spot on the couch as both of them find their own seats in the living room. You seem tense still, obviously not used to this sort of freedom anymore and his lungs constrict at the thought that this was caused by him.
Back then you had been so… warm and open. Even as an agent you melted the ice exterior the soldier had around him. And through the muddled haze of his memory every memory attached to you was always crystal clear, like a flame in the fog.
“So…. you guys knew each other back when he was the Winter Soldier?” Sam asks, popping the lid off of a beer with ease, he leans forward on his knees and pretends to be more interested in the pizza box. Making it seem like he was an open book, a comforting thing.
“Yeah, we had a long list of enemies that they wanted us to deal with.” You answer, looking to the window rather than either of them.
“It seems like it went wrong…”
“It went fine.” Bucky is quick to snap.
“It was fine. We made it through half the list, before Hydra had to get involved.” You snap as well moving to set the rest of your slice on the plate left on the table for you. “I made a mistake.”
“It wasn’t-” Bucky goes to argue, chest tight.
“I let emotions muddle my task.” You explain to Sam. “I got too attached and ruined it. And then I got caught smuggling the kids out- I was further reported for my behavior and handled accordingly.”
“Hey, this isn’t Hydra.” Sam tries to ease you. “I think what you did was very noble and-”
“All I did was give kids hope where it didn’t belong.” You sneer. “I will never allow myself that weakness again.”
You cast Bucky a glare, his palms sweating and chest blistering as he watches you disappear into the bathroom and the shower running a second later.
Sam continues watching Bucky, eyebrows pinched together. “You reported it?”
“I… as much as I broke away at that time I was still under the soldiers spell.” Bucky admits, gulping down half the beer in his hand. “I…. I had sent in a mission report. Well I had to send it in and I had caught her plan a little bit before that.”
“I’m sorry that happened, Buck.”
“I am too.” He sighs. “I got rewarded and she… well they broke her.”
-
She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
She don't dress for friends
Lately she's been dressing for revenge
-
“You need to be careful in the upper levels.” He warns, keeping his flesh hand on the small of your back as you both move to start scaling the side of the house.
“I know.” You growl out, keeping your voice low as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. “Don’t be a worry wart.”
“Stick to my side.”
“The job is quicker if I take care of the kids.” You mumble, leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, the closest you had ever gotten to actually kissing him, no matter how much you wanted to. Three months with him and you were hopelessly in love.
“Fine.” He grunts out, his Russian sharp. He nods once before moving to his starting point, checking that you had begun scaling the wall to the kids room before heading in to handle the parents. But you had been so caught up in Bucky that you didn’t check to make sure both the children were asleep.
The girl screamed first, followed by the boy and you began rushing to ease their worries, kneeling by them and trying to swipe the tears away. “No no. Easy my little ones. It’s okay. I just need you to listen-”
But the boy screams again, this time at something behind you which makes you whirl to find Bucky in the frame of the door, watching intently with blood on his arm.
“No! Please!” You beg, up on your feet and shoving yourself in front of the children as he cocks his head to the side. “Please.”
“Move.” He orders, raising his gun. It seems he’s already assessed the weakness and was willing to handle the problem. “Now.”
“No!” You hadn’t even realized that tears were falling down your face until you could taste the salt, moving forward to grab his gun. “Please!”
“The mission-”
“They are children.” Both of you were speaking Russian, which seemed to be scaring the kids even more as they wailed, and you turned to ease them again. They dash into your arms, holding you tight as they sob. You would die before letting anything happen to them.
When you turn to see him again you see that he has lowered the gun and is merely staring at you, something sparking in his eyes.
You wait for the blow, but it never comes. Instead he nods his head and moves to pick up the boy. He helps you get them out, aboard a ship and hidden from Hydra. When you make it back to the hotel you pace a bit, waiting for him to finish you off.
But he merely stands in the center of the room, watching you closely.
“I’m sorry.” You sob, hand on your chest as you turn to him finally. “I failed the mission and-”
He moves forward in three easy strides, his hands grasping your jaw to bring you up into a searing kiss, arms wrapping around you tightly as he lifts you off the ground to keep you close. And all anxieties peel away, as he lifts his hand to undo your suit. Giving yourself to the soldier that night, and once you were done you stay huddled together, whispering your dreams of the past and future.
And for once you felt like…. You were home.
-
The next morning tensions were gone, and you seemed to have forgotten about the night before. Or at least you were pretending to, and Bucky didn’t know if he should be happy or angry at the fact.
You had combed through all the footage of the target, piling it all into a folder and he had sent the flash drive to the people needed that would be able to get him arrested. And after that had been sent you had sent out another envelope to his wife, with proof of an affair so she would be able to divorce him.
And just like that another name was taken off your list, and Bucky tried not to feel the pressure at the fact that he was sure you would be gone the second the list was done. And he wouldn’t have an excuse to see you anymore.
He’s lucky Sam went along with this plan in the first place.
“Where is Sam?” You ask from your spot at the counter, legs crossed as you play with one of your knives, watching him closely where he sits on the couch.
“He went to go check on his sister and her kids.” He answers, looking up to you. “They are really close.”
“That’s nice.” You hum, dropping the knife out of boredom. “What comes next?”
“You got another name?”
“Are we allowed to start without Sam?” You ask, eyebrows pinching together.
“Yes. We can. Your list?”
“Front pocket of my duffel.” You hum out, something having caught your attention. He reaches for the bag and checks for the list as you shuffle closer to his open laptop. For a second he hears you hesitate, but he had already made it clear that you had access to anything so he nods and lets you look as he finds the paper you wrote the list on.
His eyes skim across the names, landing on the very last name as his heart stops. ‘Bucky Barnes’ , and no matter how many times you blink the name does not disappear. Why did you let him see this? Was this a trap set?
He whirls, only to find you staring at the screen unblinking. “Flower?”
Your head snaps to glare at him as he shuffles closer, shoving your list in his pocket and looking at what had caught your attention. He finds an old sitcom, a scene with a mother curled up with her kids and reading them a bedtime story.
“You never told me why.” He mutters, sitting on the couch with you on the floor staring at the screen again.
“Why what?”
“Why did you risk your life for all those kids?”
“Because they… because no one fought for me back then.” You admit, turning to look at him. “What is this show?”
“Full house. I don’t know, Steve put it on my list.”
“Your list?” You ask and he nods.
“Things to catch up on.” He smiles. “Like the star wars series.”
“The what?” He blinks slowly at your question, purely shocked.
-
Three hours later you are both sprawled out on the couch, pillows and blankets thrown about with snacks everywhere. Bucky had dragged you out to the store, buying tons of snacks that you had never tried before and before you knew it the apartment cupboards were packed with snacks and you were preparing to see the first star wars.
“Should we… have brought all this to the mission base?”
“The what?” He laughs, leaning forward to snatch a gummy worm from the bag you were holding.
“The… this apartment. Are we allowed to use it for this?”
“It’s my apartment.” He shrugs, and you blink slowly.
“It’s empty though.”
“I have a couch!” He scoffs. “And a tv!”
“No bed, no plushy towels or…. This is your home?” You didn’t know why this upset you. “You live like this?”
You want to kill him. You want to kill him. Why does this matter?
“I have a welcome mat.” He points to the door.
“That’s an ugly welcome mat.”
“Is not.”
“That would scare away any child on halloween.” You snap. “Are you trying to ruin their halloween?”
“No one really comes up here on halloween.” He shrugs again. “Why does it matter?”
“You… you’ve been free! You have been free this whole time and this is how you live and- I…..”
“I had other things to worry about besides Hydra. And John Walker. Tony Stark and the snap and- well I was trying to find you.” He admits.
“You were trying to find me?” Your chest constricts, as you watch him. “You tried to find me?”
“I did but after I was freed it was like they made you completely disappear and I’m assuming it’s because they knew I would start looki-” Before he can finish his sentence his phone rings and he sees Sams name, giving you an apologetic look before picking it up. You take a moment to try and fix yourself, taking deep breaths in. “He WHAT?”
This catches your attention, sitting up to watch him carefully as he stands. “I’ll be right there.”
He hangs up and nods. “I gotta go help Sam. Stay here and-”
“I’m coming with you.” You snap, moving to grab your duffel.
“No, we have a situation with John Walker and I need to-”
“I am coming.” And just like that you grab your suit, giving him your best glare as he shakes his head. “You both are helping me. The least I can do is help you.”
“You don’t have to.” He mumbles.
“But I will. Let’s go.”
-
Ladies always rise above
Ladies know what people want
Someone sweet and kind and fun
The lady simply had enough
-
“Thank you.” You whisper, keeping your head on his chest as you trace patterns along his skin. “Thank you for helping.”
“If you got away what would you do?”
“Me? I….. I would find the kids and make sure they made it. I would buy a house and get a cheesy welcome mat for it. I would decorate for halloween and….. And I would adopt a kid and-” You could taste the freedom, imagine it right there. A happy life.
“That sounds… amazing, flower.”
You lift your head, smiling softly as you lean up to kiss him, and he smiles back before moving to kiss you back.
You feel him stiffen before sitting up quickly and reaching for his knife. “Bucky?”
“I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “I’m so sorry.”
Before you can realize the door is blown open and agents rush in to grab you.
-
“Oh…. oh I like this duo.” John Walker smiles, watching you stand slightly behind Bucky with your arms crossed. He doesn’t say a word and neither do you, both giving him a good glare. The Winter Soldier and The Viper. “I hadn’t realized that Bucko boy came with his very own sidekick.”
“этот идиот знает, что от него пахнет рыбой?” (does this imbecile know he smells of fish?) You ask, sneering a bit and taking a step closer to Bucky. “и так небрежно использовать свое имя. Я могу сломать этого человека за считанные минуты.” (and to use your first name so casually. I can break this man within minutes.)
“Я с нетерпением жду этого. Еще я очень голоден, мармеладных червячков мне не хватило, чтобы поесть..” (I look forward to it. I'm also very hungry, gummy worms were not a sufficient meal)
You nod, trying not to smile as he gives you a look over his shoulder while Walker shuffles uncomfortably on his feet. “Shouldn’t we all speak english?”
“Maybe.” Sam shrugs. “But I find it’s easier to let these two do their thing. You said something about a raid?”
“There is a train heading down south here in 30 minutes and I know for a fact that there are rebels planning on stealing what’s on it.”
“What’s so important about what’s on the train?” Bucky asks, casting a look towards you and you see him catalog each and every one of your weapons just as he always used to do as the soldat. You give him a glare and he shrugs.
“Weapons.” John mutters. “And if we can intercept the rebels then-”
“You get your job back?” Sam snides. John stutters for a second and you snort, enjoying the panic on his face. He glares at you, preparing to say something as you step forward to grab one of your knives. You had no clue who this man was but it was easy to know that he was not an ally.
“Get your-”
“She’s not a dog.” Sam snaps, as Bucky sneers. “We’ll help, but on our terms. No one gets hurt and no one gets pummeled without cause.”
“Fine. Let’s see what you guys can do.” John sneers at you both, and Bucky sends you an easy smile over his shoulder as you smile back.
“Устроить им ад?” (Give them hell?)
“следую твоему примеру, Барнс.” (Following your lead, Barnes) You smile back, both of you swiveling to Sam and moving together.
-
You stand with him on a bridge, keeping a hand on his arm to stabilize yourself as you keep an eye on the ledge, fixing the comm in your ear with your other hand as he does the same.
“I….. I never wanted to betray you.” He blurts, as John tries to convince Sam to give him one of their comms, his argument of ‘I’m part of the team!’ almost making you snort. But Bucky’s words kept your attention as you tried to play it cool. Keeping your eyes trained on the bridge before you.
“Is this a good time to talk about this?” You mutter in Russian, just in case Walker could hear you both like you could hear him.
“It was the status report. They were making me do it every month and….. I fought it. I really tried to fight it.” He admits in russian, casting a look to Walker before turning back to you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your arm as you lean to prepare a landing. “Careful.”
“I thought…. You were…. Nevermind it was my mistake.”
“It wasn’t a mistake.” He snaps, pulling you closer. “It… It was everything to me.”
“I shouldn’t have. I should have kept my eyes on the mission and I ruined it and I ruined it for those kids. You were a weapon dangled before me, they knew I would fall for it. They knew I would fall for the freedom of it. And I’m sure they already knew that I was helping those kids and they just needed to prove-” The words are spilling out and you just can’t seem to stop them, tears beginning to fill your eyes. “I just wanted… I just wanted to help them.”
“You did.” He mumbles, moving until his chest is pressed to your shoulder. “Please look at me.”
“I messed it all up.”
“You didn’t mess anything up-”
“I did. I fell in love.” You finally look at him, tears in your eyes as he takes a deep breath in.
“I-”
“Incoming.” It’s Sam's voice in the comms that makes you both jump before you look to see the train coming.
“On it.” You mumble back in english, stabbing a knife into the brick beneath you as Bucky keeps a hold on your arm.
“Be careful, we��ll be right behind. Keep a knife ready and-”
“I’ve got it.” You laugh, watching the train get closer and closer.
“I just worry.” He admits, leaning forward to kiss your cheek softly. “And just so we are clear, I fell in love too.”
You try not to smile, giving him one last look before using the chord and launching down as you hear Sam count down in the comms, feet landing on the top of the train with a thud before you dive for the top grate and begin working on tearing it off.
You manage to tear it off in time to duck and lay flat as a sign under the bridge appears, managing to avoid it before crouching and climbing in as the train breaks from the bridge, three heavy sets of footprints hit the top of it while you climb across boxes to get to the end of the cart.
“Viper?!” Walker calls, landing in the crate followed by Bucky and Sam. You don’t bother answering, too busy trying to lift the shaft on the cart.
“You good?” Sam asks, coming to your side.
“I’m fine.” You mumble. “I can handle the mission sir-”
“Did you just sir me?” Sam laughs, leaning to help you with the shaft, letting the sunlight break in as the wind snaps in both your faces.
“You guys see anything?” John yells across the way as Bucky hops over a box and reaches you both.
You have just enough time to turn, ready to bite a response to Walker when you spot the bomb taped to the far wall. Your mouth opens in an attempt to yell a warning but it’s too late. It all blasts to shit.
-
There was nothing but pain as you hung suspended in the cell, the Shadow Widow sneering at you from her spot in the corner while Valkov took a break from torturing you. Your breathing is ragged, blood falling out of your mouth with the saliva as your eyes water.
You can no longer feel your legs, and your fingernails had been torn out first. Sobs racking through your body as he asks the question again, his russian loud.
“WHERE ARE THE LOOSE ENDS?!!”
You couldn’t betray the kids, you couldn’t do it. So when he picked up the drill you closed your eyes, sobbing once more as you try to blink Buckys face out of your memory, succumbing to your punishment.
-
Heat blasts against his back as you scream out, Sam yelling loudly, all three of you grasping anything you can as the train keeps going.
Bucky’s metal arm finds purchase on a broken handle of the train, trying to pull himself up as Sam grips the side grates of the train trying to activate his falcon wings while you struggle to keep hold of what is left of the floorboard in the train car, nails scraping as you grimace in pain while your legs stay suspended in the air.
“HOLD ON!” He calls, reaching his flesh hand for you before the metal of the door groans and he has to freeze.
Walker appears, bleeding from his ears and looking frazzled as hell, but Bucky breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees the idiot reach to help you. Hope that you would make it out of this mess, that is until John stumbles as he reaches for your hand and ends up making you lose your holding.
You scream out, nails scraping as you slide out, nearly all your body suspended in the air. Both Bucky and Sam scream, reaching for you before they realize they can’t.
“When does this fucking bridge end?” Bucky snaps, looking down to the hundreds of feet below, memories flashing in his mind.
“Language.” Sam grunts, exhaling in relief when he sees you manage to grab the final woodboard, your last chance at holding on.
“Complete the mission.” You snap. “I can get up.”
“We don’t leave each other behind.” Bucky grunts, using his flesh hand to reach for a rope connected to the roof of the train car.
“Hydra tells us we need to complete the missi-”
“This isn’t Hydra and I’m not leaving my girl on this train.” Bucky snaps and Sam whoops out a loud ‘fuck hydra’ as they both struggle to get to the main opening.
There are thuds on top of the train and you risk a look to see multiple hooded figures with bags getting ready to ransack the weapons. A grunt of anger passes through you as let one hand free from the board, much to Bucky's chagrin as he yells out for you before you reach and grab your compact launcher you had hidden in the belt of your suit and shoot the roof with the grappling hook, pulling yourself up right in time for Walker to fall back into the car.
“This manchild is useless.” You sneer, reaching for Bucky immediately, hands grasping his tactical vest and dragging him as much as you can into the train car as Sam struggles to get in as well.
“There are about 15 figures. We should have about 10 minutes before they blow the rest of this train up.” You explain, keeping your hands on his shoulders as you assess him. “Are you hurt?”
“No I’m-”
“I’m hurt!” Walker calls, making you hiss an unappealing word at him in russian before moving to look at Sam.
“Do you want the viper or me on this mission?”
“Viper would be nice.” Sam nods, looking at all the weapons. “Viper for sure.”
You nod, turning to assess Bucky one more time before he nods at you and you both begin working.
-
While he was doing lines
And crossing all of mine
Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI
And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on my vigilante shh again
-
You both work in tandem, every punch he throws shoves the person straight into your kick. You slash your knife at anyone that gets too close to him, slicing their skin easily as he snipes out anyone rushing to the train.
Sam is finding the rest of the bombs, disarming them to the best of his ability.
You hiss in pain when you get hit in the jaw, but Bucky is there smashing the butt of his gun to the back of their head as you blink away the tears. His hand finds your jaw, assessing the damage before turning and nodding to the path you guys need.
“So…. what’s the plan after this?” He asks, huffing as he gets to the slate you had originally been planning on clearing.
“After this? Probably dinner.” You laugh, bending to break the controls. He adjusts himself so you were back to back, him watching to make sure you were good.
“I mean…. After this mission.”
“I….. I want to finish the list.” You answer, tearing out a board to access the rest of the control panel.
“Does that list still include me?” He blurts, making you freeze. When you don’t answer he looks down to see you already staring up at him with wide eyes.
“You saw that?”
“On your list. Highlighted and everything.” He nods, snapping his attention to a thud across the way, finding it empty. It was enough to get you back to work, focusing on the wires and buttons again. “I would understand if you wanted to-”
“I don’t anymore.” You snap. “I don’t think I ever would have been able to but it’s not like I planned to make it far after I got out. I didn’t have a plan. Everyone else had a plan and I was left! I was tortured and maimed for wanting that freedom, and when the time came I was the only one that had nothing to live for.”
You were seething, and he could only agree. He hated the other widows for what they did to you, that would never be forgiven.
“I wanted a family. That’s all I wanted.” You whisper, finally breaking the right chord. The lights immediately die out and the train lurches as it comes to a complete stop.
“Is that still what you want?” He whispers back, holding his hand out for you to grab and help you up.
“I don’t deserve it.”
“You are the only person in this entire universe that deserves that.” He snaps. “And it’s important to me that you know that.”
“It’s not like I have much of a future open.”
“Well I think you have a bit of a future in the vigilante game if you ask me.” He smiles.
-
I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
-
“I’m sorry, you used to what?!” Sarah laughs, coming around the kitchen counter to grab a bottle of soda from your hand, eyes wide. “Dip your knives in lethal poison.”
“It made things easier. Even if I didn’t hit a vital organ I still knew the job was done.” You explain, shrugging a bit as she laughs. You still got nervous when talking about your past, but Sarah seemed anything but judgemental.
Sam's sister ended up being your very best friend on this earth, which surprised you to no end. You loved her kids and you loved her. You especially loved girls night because you never thought this would be an option in general. Nonetheless you had friends now. You had a home, with a silly little welcome mat that was left on the porch for the trick or treaters every year.
The very same one that was getting trampled on every time Sarahs kids ran through with your adopted children, covered in mud and laughing loudly.
“Hey! Mind your mess!” She snaps out but you can’t stop smiling as you watch your adopted 4 year old chase after one of her sons.
“What are you up to?” Bucky asks, coming in from the garage with Sam and Joaquin smiling from ear to ear as he rushes to kiss at your jaw.
“We are getting ready.” You laugh, shooing him away.
“For?”
“The Eras movie. You have daughters now Barnes. You need to get with the program.” Sarah scoffs playfully, making her brother laugh as they pick up the snacks and head to the living room.
“Hey…. I just wanted to say thank you for your help on the mission the other day.” Torres smiles before following the rest into the living room leaving you with Bucky.
“Hear that? Vigilante shit right there.” You laugh, leaning forward to kiss him.
“Still waiting for you to kill me.” He whispers against your lips, winking before heading to catch your daughter as she tries to dash past, making her laugh loudly and reach for you.
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“stay with me”, she kisses into your skin, hands caressing your sides and your back. it’s nice. moments like this when her mind isn’t clouded by the harsh realities of her surroundings. she reminds you of the shuri you knew before the talokan invasion and t’challa’s passing. soft spoken, easy going and open to love. she has carefully placed her heart in your hands and reached a place where she is able to trust you with every fiber in her being. without fear or resistance.
giggling at her loving actions, you bring her head closer to yours and plant pecks under her jaw, feeling her relax with you tough and sigh in response to you. she can finally be happy and enjoy life.
“leaving is the last thought I had and you know that baby.”
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Afterglow
someone requested angst, i wrote angst.
Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) X Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff
Word Count:7K
Warnings: hint of degradation kink, ifykyk.
Summary: peter shouldn't have said what he did, but you shouldn't have pushed him to do it.
“I think it’s best if you leave now, kid.”
Kid, usually used with endearment left a bitter taste in Tony’s mouth. He adored the kid, loved that his own kid loved this kid, you both were quite the match in Tony’s opinion. He couldn’t think of another person who could even come half close to who Peter was for you, in fact when you finally confided in your dad about your crush on Peter he encouraged you to go after him, and you did.
Tony was proud when you made it official, he knows how much you both deserve each other.
Tony absolutely loved Peter, he took him under his wing and only saw himself in him. But his good self, none of the selfish or hotheadedness or rash thinking. Peter thought things through, he thought of the consequences, and he considered each option tediously.
Correction, Peter usually thought things through carefully and fully. Tony doesn’t see that sign of him tonight.
You and Peter got in a fight, and Tony doesn’t think you ever have. Maybe you’ve just never told him, and he knows you have disagreements and petty arguments but you don’t fight.
If he’s being honest he doesn’t know what about either, he just knows Peter entered through the ground floor and the second the elevators opened he bolted to your door, brushing by without a hi. Peter was on a mission, had one objective in his mind and had no idea that Tony was even watching him enter into his daughter’s bedroom and slam the door shut.
And he left it alone, you can protect yourself, you can defend yourself. So he lets you, and he hears muffled words at first for a while, then it gets quiet, then it gets louder again. Finally he heard shouting, he was hearing bits of conversations.
“-Fucking listen to me! You never-”
“Stop yelling at me! You came in-”
“...And you swore that she..”
“Oh come off it! You’re such a fucking-”
“Peter, stop!”
Tony thinks it’s time to intervene, he was being patient and waiting it out. But he doesn’t like the way this sounds, not because it was becoming toxic, but because he doesn’t want it to ruin anything between you two.
“And if we are being totally honest here, Y/N, I really fucking hate that you act like a fucking-”
A tight hand is clasped on his shoulder, “I think it’s best if you leave now, kid.”
Peter jumps slightly, he didn’t even know Tony was home. Oh, he was, and listening to him berate his daughter.
“Mr. Stark, I’m sorry, I just-”
Peter lowered his gaze from Tony’s dark eyes, he was screaming with rage.
“You don’t apologize to me. You apologize to her, then you leave.”
“Baby, I,” You sniffle and stare at the carpet, you weren’t innocent either but you felt like a little kid on display.
Peter sighs, “Can I talk to her alone? Please, Mr. Stark.”
Tony shakes his head and tightens his hold.
“There’s no need, Parker. Say sorry and leave.”
Peter looks and feels frustrated, he loves Tony but this is an issue between him and his daughter, he wishes Tony would just walk away. Peter continues to stare at you hoping you feel his eyes and look towards him, then he could tell you with no words to tell your dad to get lost.
This was a you and him problem.
“Y/N?” Peter called your name impatiently, you refused to look or speak to him. Tony’s hand was feeling tighter, he wanted to throw it off him.
“Fucking really?” He slapped his hands on his pants, Tony shook his arm slightly.
“Peter, I-”
Peter cut Tony off, Tony didn’t know how to react. This was a battle between boyfriend and dad now, who would win the loyalty?
“You’re gonna let daddy run the relationship now? It’s funny how you can always start a fucking fight but never finish them.”
Finally you glare at him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you pick! You pick at something until it becomes a big thing then suddenly you want to back out. You started this fight so you should finish it, not cry and play damsel in distress when daddy comes around.”
“Parker!” Tony barks at Peter, he’s never heard him this fired up before. And he literally fights alongside him with some of the worst people.
Peter grunts and shoves Tony’s hand off him, “Fuck off, Tony.”
Tony feels like he’s swallowed his tongue, he doesn’t know where to begin with that one. The fact Peter always refers him to Mr. Stark, or the fact he just told him to fuck off.
“I don’t know where this attitude is coming from, Mr. Parker, but I assure you that calling it a rest for tonight would be best for everyone involved.”
Peter sneered, “Or what? You’ll take my suit and my ‘girlfriend’ will follow daddy’s path and dump me?” He used air quotes around girlfriend, it made you stutter on your breath.
“Sounds like you want me to take the suit.”
“If thats the only thing you can hold over my head, fucking take it. I don’t want it, I don’t want anything in this room right now.” He made sure to burn right through you when he uttered the last part, he made it clear he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you.
“You don’t mean that, right?” You spoke softly, you wanted this to end right now. It was getting too heated, you’ve never seen Peter this livid before. It felt like he was about to dump you.
Peter guffawed and looked amazed, “It’s honestly so impressive to me how great you are at bullshitting, Y/N. I mean you get to pick at this all day long, then you start the fight by saying the worst shit you could, now you're cowering in a corner. Big girl problems come with big girl consequences.”
You blinked at the ground and held back tears, you mumbled out an apology. Tony watches silently, he knows Peter needs to leave but he’s not sure how to do it without hurting you too.
Peter scoffed at your sorry, “You weren’t sorry when you were acting like a bitch-”
Peter is cut off by Tony violently ripping him backwards, “Out. Get the fuck out, right now.”
His eyes widened, he didn’t mean to say that. Well, actually, maybe he did.
“Mr.”
Tony kept a hand on his chest and started pushing, “No. You’re done, you’re leaving and you’ll talk in the morning.”
Peter grunted and pushed his feet to the floor, without the iron suit Tony didn’t have a match for his strength.
“Kid, don’t make me get the suit out. Just leave, you’ve got your point across. Say you’re sorry and we’ll see you in the morning.”
Peter looks confused, “Sorry for what?”
Tony sighs, he wants this to be over. He wants Peter gone.
“For calling my daughter a bitch.”
You look over your dad at Peter and raise the corner of your lip up, the smallest of olive branches. Peter clocks your eyes and you see no reprieve, he looks back at Tony.
He fixes his jacket and nods at Tony, “I’m sorry.”
Tony acknowledges the apology, “Th-”
“That your daughters a bitch.”
Peter feels a bit more satisfied to see the small smile drop from your face, your bottom lip trembles. He’s glad he’s missing out on the theatrics, daddy can clean up the mess.
“Does this mean we’re not dating anymore?” Your voice wobbles, you call out to him before your dad can even think of punching him.
Peter doesn’t clap back as quickly as you thought he would, he’s taking a step back and looking at the situation. It was bad, he thinks he went a little too far but he can’t backtrack now. Especially because he’s still upset over what happened today, he shouldn’t have called you a bitch but he also wanted to hurt you like you did him.
Peter thinks of his rule, arguments between you two were rare and harsh. Way too much emotion got involved and it got heated quickly, he made a rule. No matter how bad the argument never, ever break up in the moment. If he wanted to he could do it the next day, when he was fighting all he could think about was being right, not about preserving the relationship.
He sighs and watches as Tony’s hand pushes him further and further out the door, he looks at you defeated and tired. He tried to open his mouth, to say sorry, to take it back, to let you know he wouldn’t dare break up with you, to let you know he’s pissed but apologetic.
Tony won’t let him.
“Absolutely no words from you, Parker. You lost that privilege. I want you out of my fucking tower in two minutes.” He turns Peter and pushes him towards the elevator, he stays silent and watches as the numbers click down slowly. Each floor he’s lowered he can still hear your bubbled cries as you asked your dad over and over if he dumped you, and Tony sighed and repeated he didn’t know.
You waited almost all morning for Peter, whether it be a text, a phone call, or just showing up. Did Peter go too far last night? Absolutely. Did you aid and abet his behavior, pushing him until he had to bite back? Yeah, you did.
Your dad missed that part, the part where you attacked him first. Called him out in the worst way and nearly publicly shamed him for something he didn’t do, you belittled him so of course Peter felt attacked, then when he was looking to you for help, when he was willing to resolve peacefully you ignored him and pretended he was the bad guy.
You’re not mad he doubled down on calling you a bitch, you were one. And not a cool ass bitch kind of bitch, the pussy, cowardly kind of bitch.
You were just curious if he ended it last night, it didn’t seem like he did, but he was also really, really mad. You genuinely felt like this was more than half your fault, you should tell this to Peter, but you were too much of a bitch.
“Dad?”
Tony looked up from his desk and felt his heart plummet, you stood in his doorway with a blanket that Peter got you thrown over your shoulders, it was printed with your favorite animal. Your hair was frizzy and you had heavy eyes, your clothes looked too big for you, it was almost like you were shrunken into yourself.
“Hey, honey. What’s up?”
You slid your sock covered toe across the hardwood, you bit your lip to try and stop the tremble of your bottom lip, it did nothing. Fat tears gushed from your eyes, you wailed at your dad. You wanted nothing more than for him to take the pain away, you messed up, not Peter.
“I messed up last night and he’s gonna end it!”
Your shoulders shake with each sob and exhale, you’re spiraling. You didn’t mean to push him that far, you got too far into your head and insecurities took over, and now you were going to lose him all because you couldn’t buck up and say sorry first. Tony rushed over to hold you in his grasp, he held so tight you could lean all your weight on him.
“Dad, he can’t dump me, please, Dad. Please tell him I didn’t mean it, please, daddy.” You gulped the words into his chest, he tried shushing you but it was no use.
Peter freezes when he enters the ground level.
He hears your wails, your begging. He can’t breathe, he didn’t know he could make you feel this way. He came to apologize, he should’ve never, ever called you that word.
“Dad, please! Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Tell him I'm sorry, I don’t want him to break-up with me, please don’t let him break up with me!”
Tony tries his best to calm you, it's making things worse.
“Peter’s not going to break up with you, it’s okay.”
You screech, “He is! He is, he is, he is! He hates me, I messed up and I didn’t tell him sorry!”
Peter wants to know why you would think he’s going to dump you. Was he pissed last night? Oh, you betcha he was steaming. Was he pissed you didn’t apologize after you started the entire thing and spin it on him when your dad came barging in? Yeah, he was nearly seeing red.
But he wouldn’t dump you, not at all. And he would’ve told you that last night but your dad made him shut his mouth and it was for the better that he did. He wanted to leave it up to you to call or text, he figured you needed space from him since he’s the one that was verbally abusing you, so when you didn’t reach out he figured he needed a lashing from you in person.
This definitely isn’t what he thought he would walk into.
“Y/N, Y/N! You have to calm down, do you want me to call Peter?”
‘Yes, call Peter. Call me.’ He thinks to himself, he wonders how bad it would be if he walked in. The last thing he wants to do is make it worse.
“No! No, no, no, no! You can’t, he’ll dump me if he sees me, I know it.”
Your breathing is ragged, you feel like you're going to pass out. You hiccup words through your sobs, “You can’t let him do it, dad. Don’t let him end it, please.”
Peter thinks he needs to intervene, the only thing that will calm you is him saying he wasn’t planning, or ever planning to break up with you. It was a real bad fight, the worst you’ve had so far, but he wasn’t going to throw years down the drain over it. If you were his forever he needed to be able to handle a few fights.
He immediately starts to jog down the hall until he hits your dads office. He felt like crying himself when he saw how wrapped up in your dad you were while crying so hard you were gasping.
“Baby?”
It was cautious, gentle even. He didn’t want to upset or alarm you, just wanted to let you know he’s here and not leaving anytime soon.
Tony looks up at him and lets out a breath of relief, he can only do so much here. Peter was the one who could truly fix it.
“Y/N, Peter’s here.” You shook your head in your dads chest.
“Don’t let him do it, dad.”
Tony sighs and presses a kiss to your head, “I don’t think he’s here to end it, squirt. I think he just wants to chat, nicely,” He eyes Peter in the doorway, his eyes only steady on his girlfriend. “Right, Peter?”
He jumps awake, “Huh? Yeah, right. Uh huh.”
Peter takes a small step forward, “Hey, trouble. Wanna come give me a hug?”
You open one eye to peek at him, he didn’t look so bad. You were still terrified he would pull you away and break the news in private, you closed your eye and shuffled in closer to your dad and squeezed, begging him not to let you go. Your sobs stopped, just lingering tears and huffed air.
“No? I missed you so much last night, I think it was the first time in months I didn’t have a goodnight kiss.”
You stayed silent but loosened your hold on Tony some, you sniffled.
“And I was such a dunce I didn’t get a goodbye kiss, your dad had to get me out of here before I missed out on every kiss.” Peter kept talking, he knew it would steady you.
“What do you mean?” Your words were muffled.
Peter’s heart soared, you were talking to him.
“I mean I was so out of line that I wouldn’t blame you if you dumped me.”
You open your eyes and push your dad away some, “I don’t want to dump you, do you want to dump me?”
Peter looked at Tony and tilted his head, and this time Tony knew he needed to disappear.
“Can we talk? I’ll go anywhere you want.” Tony nodded his head in approval, he pointed his chin in Peter’s direction to get you to walk over to him. You held on tight one last time, he’s your protector, he’s not allowed to let boys break your heart. You begged him not to let Peter do this and he’s feeding you to the wolves.
“Dad?” He pushes you away and moves you towards Peter. Your voice broke, he said he wouldn’t do this.
“Peter.” Peter’s eyes moved from your face to Tony’s, his tone warning.
“You’re not allowed to break up with her, understand?”
Your heart warmed, he did have your back.
Peter nodded quickly, “Understood.”
You waddled behind Peter sniffling randomly until you found yourself back in the scene of the crime, your room. You followed in behind him and stood in the middle of the floor unsure of where to go, it was your bedroom but you were acting like you’ve never been in it before.
Your heart raced when Peter shut the door behind him, you held your breath when he let out a sigh, you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes when he said, “Alright, look.”
You spoke the words stern but slowly, “Dad said you aren’t allowed to dump me.”
He shook his head, you weren’t understanding.
“Baby, I’m not here to break up with you. I’m here to say sorry.”
You opened your eyes and blinked at him, you pulled a face of confusion.
“You’re sorry?”
Peter laughed lightly, “Yes, trouble. I’m sorry.”
You looked around the room, “Okay, but, like, why?”
He drew his eyebrows in, “Darling, I called you a bitch last night. Twice. Pretty sure that’s abusive and vile, nothing to shrug off.”
You looked him up and down, “But I was one.”
He shakes his head immediately, “No, not at all. You-”
“Were being a bitch. You can say it, it’s okay.” You cut him off.
“Baby, no. I was in the wrong-”
You cut him off again, “No, but you’re wrong now. I started it, I instigated it and picked and prodded at you until I backed you into a corner and then when it was time for me to take accountability, I threw you under the bus and pretended I was innocent. I was being a coward. I was an absolute fucking bitch last night and you called me out on my shit and I’m sorry I didn’t have your back. I should’ve defended you against my dad, I was just over it and I didn’t want to admit I was wrong.”
Peter let out a breath, “I shouldn’t have said that, Y/N. It was wrong of me, I don’t want you to excuse it.”
You furrowed your brows and stepped up to him, “I put you in jail for something you didn’t do, I pinned your hands behind your back, and I thought I had reason to attack, but no. We’re gonna have other fights and some of them may be your fault, save your apology for those. Let me say sorry this time.”
“Well then, I accept your apology. And in return I vow to never call you a bitch again,”
You held up a finger, “Unless I deserve it, like last night.” You added.
He grumbled, “Unless you deserve it.”
You shrugged and walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “It’s okay, really. You know, I even liked it. I think I have a degradation kink.”
“Oh you’re sick.” Peter snorted.
You threw your head back and moaned, “Just like that, give me more.”
Peter squeezed at your arms, “You’re pathetic for crying over me.”
You moved your head back and looked at him and gulped. Peter was scared he took the joke too far.
“Peter, I’m afraid.”
“Why?”
“I’m actually so into this right now, I’m not even kidding.”
Peter looked at you funny, “What verbally abusing you?”
You winked, “Consensually.”
“You really are a sick, twisted bitch.”
Your jaw dropped at his comment, you saw his slick grin crawl across his face.
“Lock the door, Peter. Lock the door!”
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Austin (Part 2)
Note- this all takes place in the same universe! I did not plan to make a part two but it was request. This fic maybe have 1-2 more parts, this definitely isn't the end of it.
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Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, hints towards previous sexual encounters.
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About: Nat is all alone at the hospital, who will she reach out to? Will the red-headed business woman come?
"stay with me my love" nat exhaled. y/n was loaded into the ambulance and they made their way to the hospital. paramedics were trying to stop the bleeding.
"ma'am? hello? miss?" a doctor spoke. they were at the hospital and y/n was in surgery. "miss is there someone we can call?" the doctor asked the tear-filled spy. nat thought, who was the one person she trusted to stay by her side? Wanda! her best friend, the redhead was always there for her, no matter how embarrassing or small the issue was, she knew she could always rely on Wanda.
nat sniffled "w-wanda maximoff" she said shakily. the doctor nodded and handed her his phone. nat began to dial the number, pausing for a moment. wait, isn't Wanda at that big important business dinner of hers? i shouldn't interrupt her. "ma'am?" the doctor furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "she is busy, i don't want to interrupt her." nat sighed. The brown haire doctor took a seat next to nat in those uncomfortable hospital chairs. "Well I'd say your friend being injured would trumph whatever your other friend wanda is doing. Hm? Call her." The doc gives a reassuring nod.
Nat tapped the buttons shakily. What if Wanda gets mad? What if she never wants to speak to nat again because she ruined her important dinner? "Hello?" the red-head asked. "w-wands" Nat sobbed into the phone. "Nat? Whats the matter my love? Why are you crying? Is everything okay? Do you need me to come get you?" Wanda said with a hint of panic in her voice. She didn't like hearing nat so distressed.
"i-its y/n. they've been hurt, badly. we're at the hospital. can you please come? I'm so sorry I interrupted your meeting." Nat spoke. "Honey, you two are way more important than some business meeting. I'll be right there. Can you do something for me, hm?" Wanda hummed. "What is it?" Nat asked. "Can you put some music and and listen to it until I get there? Distract yourself from all those bad thoughts. I know your mind must be racing, it must be really scary huh." Wanda cooed. "Mmhm" Nat nodded, sniffling once again.
Wanda stood up, "I have to go." Wanda looks to her assistant "You've got this under control?" Wanda questioned. Ria was Wanda's assistant, her right hand man. If Wanda needed something done, Ria was her girl. Constantly reminded Wanda about deadlines, things that needed to be done and important meetings. Ria nodded "Yeah, you can go." She said.
Wanda grabbed her purse and bolted towards the door. She made a rush to her car. Told her driver to drive as fast as possible, to go to the hospital, that it was urgent. Her heart just hurt at the fact that Nat is sitting all alone in the waiting room, with the love of her life in the operating room. Wanda knew how tough this recent mission was for nat, she knew how much Nat missed y/n and how excited Nat was to finally be with her partner once again. She couldn't blame her, y/n is an angel and so considerate.
Wanda remembers the first time she met y/n. She had came over to Nat's house to discuss details of a mission but apparently Nat forgot, or rather lost track of time because when Wanda entered the house, she was greeted by a naked green-eyed spy entangled in the embrace of a girl with her head buried in Nat's chest. She remembers the look of pure terror that poor girl had when she realized they weren't alone.
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Epilogue: Next Christmas
Three-hundred and sixty-five days go by...will Loki return?
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Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader
Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count
“You let them drink?” you moaned, rolling your eyes at Brunnhilde, who was already barely capable of figuring out how to use a bar stool, swiveling unstably left and right as you confronted her with only partial seriousness. “You do realize most of them are still young girls, right?”
“Oh, shove off, it’s New Year’s!” she replied, swigging from a silver stein in front of her. “Plus, I know you don't get Asgardian biology, but our livers are a good degree better than humans. I’m sure the girls are fine.”
“Uh, Dagmar just puked on her horse,” you continued. “Hilds, I was so optimistic when I started the New Valks with you, and now it looks like I already have to start an AA.”
The King dismissed this with an awkward hand wave. “Oh, Dag’s never been the best rider.”
You grunted. “She wasn’t riding him. She was…trying to milk him.”
“Y’know, I miss the quieter, more frightened you sometimes,” Brunnhilde mumbled, finishing her drink and slamming it on the table.
“No you don’t,” you said, tapping your finger on the bar and looking at the clock again. 11:32pm. Loki had 28 minutes left to make his deadline.
It wasn’t as if you expected him to come barreling back at 12:01 the previous night, but, of course, a part of you hoped that he was so maddened with desire to be back in your arms that he couldn’t wait until the last minute. Every minute that passed that day made your heart drop a little more in your chest.
“I meant what I said the other day,” said Brunnhilde, “If he flakes, he’s banned from New Asgard forever.”
“I told you not to go that far,” you scoffed. “There will be no regrets, no matter what happens…aside from maybe regretting allowing our recruits to be teenagers.”
Establishing the New Valkyries was no easy task. After a month of recruitment and bribery, you were only able to assemble seven young women, all under the human equivalent of twenty-two years old. Apparently, the Valkyries had a bit of a reputation not unlike a motorcycle gang, and some of the residents thought they were going to be more trouble than they were worth.
Sometimes, you agreed with them.
The “New Valks” all had great hearts and courage, but when the King procured horses for them, and it took the better part of a month just teaching them how to ride, you began to realize the two of you were in over your heads, just a little. Still, some slow progress had been made over the year, and by the time Christmas rolled around again, at least four of them could wield a broadsword without pulling a muscle.
Brunnhilde pounded on the bar with her fist, and the bartender at the other end of the counter immediately drew a rune in her direction, instantly refilling her stein.
“If you want to go out there now, I can tell the girls to cut it out and go home,” she sighed. “Killjoy,” she added with a murmur.
Twisting your lip, you felt a small pebble of fear roll around in your stomach. “You’d have thought he’d be here by now.”
“That god always liked to make an entrance,” the King explained. “You should have seen the ‘worship me’ shit he pulled at Ragnarok. I’m not surprised he’s planning to make his grand return at 11:59.”
“You think he’ll show up?” you asked hopefully.
Your best friend shrugged. “Who's to say? I guess I’d rather put up with His Heinie-ness lurking about if it makes you happy.”
You looked at the clock one more time. Only four minutes had passed.
“Yeah, I can’t wait any longer,” you admitted. “Tell Dag she’s got stable duty tomorrow, hangover or no. She needs to learn some self control already.”
“Will do, Cap.” Brunnhilde nodded and raised her stein in a mock toast. “Good luck, Y/N.”
The night was crisp, the air clear, a gentle snow falling from a browned-over sky absorbing the ambient noise from the village. You still preferred a warm, gentle summer shower, but this kind of winter’s night had its own stillness, its own kind of petrichor that made you feel at home.
The year had rewarded you well, even though it wasn’t exactly easy. The New Valks, ragtag as they were, looked up to you, and knowing that you belonged somewhere, with friends to seek out and people who depended on you in spite of your terrible gifts…it was home. You were happy.
Katja was beginning to fade, and you especially could sense it. She was still around, but her energy was lower than it had been the last year, and you had the solemn feeling she would be reuniting with Ivar in the coming months. You were thankful, however, that her expiring seemed to be rolling in like a peaceful evening wave, which meant you likely wouldn’t have to visit her bedside to send her off as you had with Ivar. You still hoped you would never need to do that again.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was good on their word to leave you and New Asgard be, as was the Flock. Last February, you mysteriously found a large delivery of flowers, fruits, and candy in the town square, along with a single Bible addressed to you specifically. Brunnhilde concluded this was their odd way of thanking you for sparing their ‘queen,’ and that the truce was solidified. The Bible made good kindling for your fireplace, but the children of the village appreciated the treats (after you and Brunnhilde made sure they were safe, of course, and they were).
You made your way up the hill with just under ten minutes until midnight. Looking back to the faint glow of New Asgard down at the shore, you smiled.
Even if you found something better out there, Loki, so did I, you thought. We both won your wager in the end.
However, you knew that if he missed his deadline, you’d still go back to your cabin (indoor toilet included) and weep for days. You craved Loki more and more with each hour. Your braid, still tightly tucked behind your ear after a year of careful maintenance, only provided so much. As he’d warned, it was only a projection of Loki not unlike the ones you’d seen in Star Wars.
Of course, you’d still kept it out for hours the many, many nights you were alone in bed, with only your hand for lustful company. However, you never brought it out around another person. Loki, even as a simple image, was yours and yours alone to cherish and admire.
The daisy he’d woven into your hair had remained fresh and full all year long thanks to the magic embedded within it, and it hadn’t begun to fade until Loki’s birthday several weeks ago: December 17th. After then, it was as if the flower was a countdown clock, the petals had begun peeling away, once a night, at exactly midnight. Tonight, a single petal remained in your braid, and it was hanging on by a single fiber to the rest of the stem.
Your breath formed curling tendrils in front of your face, perfectly resembling the death energy that lay beneath your skin, dormant nearly all the time, only ever used in defense as a nuclear option. But you no longer saw yourself as a beast meant to be locked away. The Universe itself seemed to have bestowed its greatest, most constant power onto you, and however that happened when you were young,it was finally a part of you that you were willing to embrace.
You took a deep breath. You didn’t have a watch with you, but you knew you only had a few moments left. Each one that passed without any indication of a spacecraft landing made your heart sink a little lower.
Loki, if you really are planning to make a last-second entrance, I may actually kill you, you grumped from within.
Then, the ten-second countdown to the new year began. You could tell from the collective swelling of cheers and counting from New Asgard below. You held your breath and looked to the skies.
10…9…8…
C’mon, love…
7…6…
Nothing. No lights, sounds,or deep, sexy voices.
5…4…3…
Goddamn it, Loki…
2…
A tear pricked the corner of your eye.
1! Happy New Year!
There it was.
The last petal fell from your hair and slowly floated down toward the pile of snow at your feet that you’d nervously been kicking up as you waited. Biting your lip, you wish you had more alcohol, and you decided before sinking into a sad cry, a few dozen beers would numb the fresh heartbreak to start off the year.
What was so damn great about space that was more attractive than you, anyway? Was there some three-titted space whore he’d latched on to?
I suppose I could go out there myself and try to find him…and to kill that three-breasted alien slut who kept him from coming back!
Then, you heard four words calling to you from the bottom of the hill.
Four words in a deep, sexy voice.
Four words that you’d been waiting three-hundred and sixty-five days to hear:
“Sorry I’m late, love.”
At last.
Your mind was racing, son your feet spoke up for the rest of your body, turning and practically throwing yourself down the hill into Loki's extended arms. The impact of you against his chest threw Loki over his heels and back into the snowdrift, where you pinned him down at the shoulders. Tasting his cool, delicious lips after an entire year suddenly felt like not a moment had passed at all.
Loki returned your passionate kiss by wrapping his arms around you and holding you fast to him. You were covered in his safety, his fulfilled promise, with a renewed sense of love that neither of you had felt in a long time, but that you could now share with one another for eternity.
You never felt more alive.
The END
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OMG YOU WRITE FOR SHURI?! LEMME GIVE YOU A BIG KISS RN 💋
Can I PLEASE request Shuri getting into an argument with reader (and what it would most likely be about) and giving her the silent treatment because I am an absolute sucker for angst or her giving reader silent treatment whatever you prefer
I'm a sucker for angst too Anon!
Pairing: Shuri x Reader
Tags: fluff, angst, kiss and make up, silent treatment, arguments
A/N: I could be wrong but I think this is the first Shuri request I've gotten ever.
Shuri is all too well known to shut herself in her lab when things are going wrong in her personal life
Far from healthy but it's her coping mechanism
Also allows her to be alone with her thoughts to sort things out with herself first
That doesn't stop her from reading your messages but her answers are short
Would never full on ghost you
Keeps tabs on you to make sure you're safe
Passing each other by in the hallway is quite awkward and even more is the fact that you share the same bedroom so you have no choice but to spend time together
Unless she decided to sleep in her lab but that's rare
At night is when you make the most small talk but in this case you just turn to your side and go to sleep
Yeah there's the updates you send her during the day but she really misses the sound of your voice
The only time she gets to see you during the day is if you bring her food
Fighting or not you won't let her forget to eat, and with how hype focused she can get you know that's a possibility
This can go on for days
When she can't stand it anymore, when she feels like the silence will drive her mad she steps out to find you
You're not answering her calls, or her texts, you won't talk to her when you go to bed, so she has to do this face to face
Or in this case mouth to mouth because the first thing she does she hears you say her name is kiss you
Can you really blame her when she hasn't heard you say her name in a week
You need to talk this out, not in her lab, not anywhere where there could be distractions, but in the bedroom that you share where you can get all your feelings out
And a few more kisses in
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