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#spiderman x hydra reader
sivyera · 2 years
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Made for Kill.
PAIRING: Peter Parker x hydra!reader
WARNINGS: mentions of killing,abuse, knife, gun, blood, swearing, bad grammar
CONTAINS: angst
SONG: All For Us - Labrinth
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The night breeze blew your hair off your face. You sigh. Black mask on your mouth let out a quiet rattle.
You were running on roofs of some buildings. You had black suit with many pockets on your legs. You had a gun attached on your right thigh. And one knife attached on your hip.
You didn't need much for this mission. Your target was a young boy so you didn't expect he would fight back. Especially at night. You had to kill him in his sleep.
While you were running you tried remember something. But your head was empty. Just like your eyes.
You didn't even remember your name. But something inside you told you that this isn't the first time you were brainwashed. And that this isn't the first time you have to kill someone.
Everything you know was seven and Hydra. Maybe that was how they named you. Seven.
You jump on the building. Here should be the boy. You looked down of the roof on his window. It was open. You stuck your hook on the windowsill and started to lower yourself down.
You look to his room. Lights were off and no one seemed to be awake. So you quietly crept into his room.
You looked on the floor if there isn't anything that could wake him up. You slowly and quietly come to him. He was turn to the wall so you saw his back.
You wipe off a trickle of blood from your forehead so the blood wouldn't drop on him and wake him up. Before you came here you were fighting some people at Hydra basement, probably. So you were little beat up.
You also had a bloodshot eye because a vein in your eye burst. But it doesn't matter now.
You pull out your gun and put muffler on it. You aimed at his head and wanted to pull the trigger. But you couldn't. Why?
Why you couldn't? He was just a target, just a mission. Your hand start shaking a little. You had a million thoughts in your head.
You shook your head to clear your thoughts and aim him again.
You frowned. He wasn't anyone to you, you didn't know him, right? Or maybe he was but you don't remember.
'Fuck!' you cursed. You can't shoot him. Something inside you tell you that he was important. He was important to you, before you got completely brainwashed.
You start getting anxious and you wasn't supposed feel anxious. You have no emotions. You were made for killing not loving.
You couldn't take it anymore. You ran out of his room to the night. You can't go back to Hydra because they would probably kill you after you tell them you didn't kill him.
You were just running as fast as you could anywhere your legs take you.
Little you didn't know that Peter wasn't asleep and he felt everything. Everything you felt, he felt too. He was spider-man so he have spider sense.
But you forgot it. He even heard the sound of the gun you pointed at him. He start shaking and sobbing. He cried all night because of you.
He felt horrible. He wasn't mad at you, he was mad at himself that he couldn't protect you. He couldn't protect the love of his life.
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Peter: Fuck, I want to die
Steve: Language!
Peter glaring straight at Steve: Frickity heck, I wish for death
Bucky and Y/n: *laugh so hard they fall off the couch*
Steve: That's not better Peter!
Peter: I WISH FOR DEATH!!!!!
Bucky and Y/n: Same
Steve: Bucky and Y/n, no!
Bucky and Y/n: Bucky and Y/n yes!
Steve: Jesus christ
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firegal19 · 1 year
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ashecampos · 6 months
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WEB HEAD 5
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My body slams against the cold dirt of Tess’ back garden, the person responsible for this being Kate Bishop, the girl then straddles me, her thighs on either side of my hips, I feel like I have a outer body experience my mind telling me what she is going to do next. Before she can grab my wrists and hold me down I shoot a web at her face distracting her, her body shoots backwards, her hands going to her face to wipe the webs off “ew ew ew y/n/n what the fuck dude” she shrieks like a child which gains a laugh from Tess. Seeing an opportunity I flick my wrist aiming for Kate’s torso, i web her and grapple myself to her making me land on top of her, now it’s me straddling her with a smirk “oh how the tables have turned lady hawk” I wink using her unofficial super nerdy name she came up with for herself when she won her first archery competition at the grand age of 12. Me and Kate hold eye contact for what seems like forever, both of us smirking at each other, both waiting for the other to make their next move. Kate’s cheeks are now crimson red and her eyes flicker from my eyes to my smirking lips. I cannot for the life of me stop staring at her greyish blue eyes. “Oi no don’t you two dare fall in love right now this is NOT a romcom” We are both snapped out of our trance by Tess snapping her fingers in our faces. I make quick work of getting off of Kate, one stood up I hold my hand up for her to take, she takes it and stands up.
-time skip-
Me and Kate are now walking home from Tess’ house. “So spidey huh?” She mocks me, I look over at her and shrug “what about it lady hawk?” She chuckles and nudges me “hey um so the winter soldier found me too, I mean Clint found me but Bucky recruited me to the young avengers” she smiles proudly, being the protege to Hawkeye was one thing but an avenger was a whole other thing with a whole other path of danger and hurt through it. “So you’re saying I should join?” I query knowing she was the best person to ask about it seeming she was already apart of it. Nodding she simply says the word “yes” as we approach her new apartment. She hugs me before grabbing her keys out of her coats pocket, she opens the door but hesitates and turns back to me “I’ll be at the compound tomorrow, meet me there at 10?” She asks, I smile and nod before waving her off as she closes her door.
I walk for another half an hour to get back home, as I enter my street I see a few black vans speeding past heading in the direction opposite to the way im going. They don’t look suspicious but they drove past me a little fast. Fuck it im too tired to go looking for a fight right now.
Once I get home my body hits my bed and im out.
- the next morning -
My brother comes storming into my room making a tons of noise, he stands above my head and goes to hit me, my whole body grows goosebumps and I lift my hand up just as his hand is about to make contact and I grab his wrist. He gasps and stares at me as my eyes open, I look at him and sigh letting his wrist go “what do you want Brogan?” I say groaning a little. He shrugs “I need to borrow your Jordan’s” he smirks while grabbing my signature pair of shoes and holding them up
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I groan and roll over putting my head in my pillow I say “ok” which is muffled by my pillow, the next thing I hear is the click of my door shutting. I roll back over seeing that he had left the doc martens he had borrowed the previous night and they are dirty, rolling my eyes I look at my phone and it’s 9am. Fuck I need to go get ready to meet Kate.
I jump up from my bed and get changed into a comfy outfit, that being a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, my new KISS tshirt and grey zip up jacket with my new pair of high top vans. I leave my hair as it is but comb it a little so im not walking around Brooklyn with bed head. Looking at my clock again it’s now 9:15. I rush to go brush my teeth, wash my face and grab everything to go. I web my backpack towards me catching it with my left hand and stuffing my suit and some body spray in it.
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After a few minutes I am swinging across the streets of New York, a balaclava covering my face and the hoodie of my suit over my tshirt.
After another 15 minutes of swinging I land on Kate’s balcony which felt pretty cool how smooth that went, as soon as I land and go to walk I trip over my untied lace which in turn lands me a face full of a glass door. I see Kate witness this and nearly die of laughter as she walks over to the glass door of her balcony.
She opens the door still a little out of breathe from laughing, I let her calm down and she looks up teary eyed, red faced “smooth entrance spiderpunk” she smirks adding a new nickname to her list, I crack a smile and think “hey I don’t actually mind that one” which earns a groan from Kate, “comehere” I say smiling. She comes over slowly, I signal for her to get on my back and she does without question. I shoot a web up which attaches itself to a taller building, from this I swing which makes Kate literally hold onto me for dear life, her screams echo through each street we pass.
Just as we get to the compound i feel my phone vibrate. It’s Tess’ rugby club, I ignore it and walk through the fancy hallways of the building. Kate takes me to the meeting room where Tony Stark. Sorry let me rephrase that IRON MAN is standing. One of the richest men in the world is stood right in front of me. Kate opens the door and practically drags me inside, this is when I notice that it isn’t only Tony there.
In the meeting room sits all of the avengers.
“Sorry im late I brought a friend” Kate announces while dragging me further into the room, all eyes are on the two of us.
Tony Stark is stood up with his iconic glasses, his gotee is cleanly shaped and he is wearing an AC/DC band tee with some blue jeans, Steve Rogers is sat on a seat near a desk with a laptop that is connected to the weird futuristic looking hologram whiteboard,
Natasha Romanoff is sat with her arms crossed a notepad in front of her with some bits and pieces of information wrote on it. She is sporting a black hoodie, her hair is braided. Bruce Banner sports a lab coat, whereas Thor wears only something a dad would wear. He is quite literally wearing a shirt that says “I came for the beer” and some sweatpants. Clint Barton sits with a cup of coffee in his hands, he is wearing a black shirt. Very Hawkeye of him I guess. Wanda Maximoff sits staring at me as if she knows me. Yelena Belova is smirking at Kate as if it say ‘so you brought your weekly hookup to a team meeting huh?’. Then there is Bucky Barnes and a few others that Tess probably hasn’t told me about. And there is two free seats, one next to Hawkeye the other next to Bucky. Kate obviously sits next to Hawkeye, leaving me to sit next to Bucky. Across from me is the Scarlett Witch.
Everyone turns their attention back to Tony while I continue to stare at Wanda, she’s so beautiful. Her pale skin perfectly contrasts from her glowing auburn hair. Her green eyes pierce through my own as I stare. She is wearing a white tshirt layered below a maroon colored cardigan. A maroon coloured Taylor swift cardigan.
it’s as if im in a trance, just as i go to turn away from her I hear a voice in my head. A sokovian one “im charmed, but you are too young for me little spiderling” I quickly look back to Wanda who is now smirking at me. I look back at Tony and try to keep my concentration on him.
I look at the holographic board behind Tony that reads ‘rescue mission / young avengers initiative’
I look around at the people who I don’t know, my adhd and anxiety getting the better of me. I see a girl who looks around the same age as me and Kate, she is tanned and looks Latina, cool another Spanish hero like me. She is wearing a light blue denim jacket filled with patches and pins, I scan over the patches and see that on the seam near the buttons of her jacket says ‘amor es amor’ I smile at her, the realisation setting in that shes queer.
Next to her is another girl, a little younger, she is wearing a simple white shirt with a weird star symbol on it, sitting next to her is a blonde woman with the same symbol on her red shirt, maybe they have the same powers.
I look back to Tony and he is now sat down. Bucky takes this opportunity to stand up. “As Tony said. None of us are getting any younger so we need to prepare for the day the original avengers retire. This is why I have called everyone here today for, I see some of us have brought our protégés.” He laughs a little before clearing his throat “as I was saying we need a new age of hero’s, ones that have more time than we do, y/n stand up please” he looks at me catching me off guard. I look around awkwardly before standing up, he waves me over to the front, I oblige and stand with him “everyone meet Spider-Man” he announces proudly.
After Bucky hyped me up in front of the team we sit down, the blonde girl and the brown haired girl with the same symbol both stand up and introduce themselves as Carol Danvers and Kamala.
After them the Latin girl stands up and goes to the front introducing herself as America Chavez. I smile at her and she smiles back blushing a little. I shake my head a little trying not to laugh.
After she sits down Bucky stands back up and flicks the hologram over so it reads ‘first mission’ he starts to ramble about how the young avengers have a special rescue mission tonight which could take a few days. All that he tells us is that we have located a hydra base and that there is test subjects there.
We are then told to meet Tony in the lab in ten minutes time, so all of the young avengers leave the meeting room to let the adults talk. I go over to introduce myself to Kamala and America but Kate grabs my arm pulling me away. “Tony wants you in the lab right now” she points at her Stark watch, ushering me to go quickly.
I enter the lab and see Tony Stark looking at me. “so your transgender huh?” He says in a scarily serious tone which makes me put my guard up “yeah, is that a problem” I say ready to be kicked out of the avengers. He starts laughing like a mad man as he pulls up a chair “sit down kid im just messing with you” he smiles and goes back to being in his AI system. He pulls up some designs for suits and clicks on a green and black one looking at me then back to the suit, “yep this is the one. You like?” I look at the suit and it’s amazing, it has a cool green to black contrast with a webbed design, a spider symbol is in the middle of the chest area.
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Tony smiles at his work as a machine starts to beep and make noises, I can see the green and black fabrics being created and mended into a suit. I watch in awe as Tony fabricated a binder in the suit, he pulls out a box of shoes, black converse, a pair of Jordan’s identical to the ones my brother just borrowed off of me, he continuously hands me random pieces of clothing and weapons, I thank him after every piece is handed over.
After around half an hour of designing stuff and Tony getting to know me and my powers he tells me to go get ready for the mission and calls Kate in to talk to him.
- time skip -
All of the young avenger and Bucky stand in the Quinjet while Clint flies it toward the base, we swiftly land and everyone but me and Bucky are told to stay put, through an earpiece Steve orders me and Bucky to go forward with the plan. I sneak through the base, bucky follows closely behind me, we knock out a few agents and go into the basement of the warehouse.
Somewhere along the walk to the cells, me and Bucky get separated, I continue with the plan opening every cell even though I don’t know what are in them. However in one is a small girl, around ten years old, I slowly enter the cell kneeling down to her “hey kid, you okay?” I ask gently not to scare her anymore than she is. The girl looks over my shoulder and screams, before I can react I feel a stabbing pain in the back of my neck, then everything went dark.
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The next time I woke up I couldn’t move anything, I lift my head up to see I am in a dark room, strapped to a chair. I hear a voice and then a light on the other side of the room is turned on, it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust but sat in the same situation to me is Tess. She is also strapped to a chair. My eyes widen and I move about trying to get free to help her “TESS, ITS ME, YOUR GOING TO BE OKAY” I say to her as she stares behind me, a man’s hand grabs my shoulder, making me wince a little, I look up to see a tall black haired man, he is a little tanned, covered in tattoos and has a little stubble on his face. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my best friend you sick fuck?” I say, my voice threatening. He laughs in my face while walking so he is in front of me “Hello y/n y/l/n, my name is none of your concern, all you need to worry about is your pretty little friend here”
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miley1442111 · 1 month
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worth it-p.parker
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a/n: intended for fem reader, but imagine what you like:))))))))) also this is earth 616 so tom holland's spiderman :) also this is kind of like pre-endgame
summary: your boyfriend abides by the workplace rules, right?
pairing: peter parker x reader
warnings: kissing (that's it.)
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Being Wanda’s sister meant you were relatively intelligent, and also now a superhero, much to her chagrin. You were a necromancer, you could raise the dead. That came in handy when hydra controlled you, but you were an avenger now. 
Being 17 and an avenger honestly sucked. Yes, you got out of school, but you’re usually getting out of school to beat the shit out of monsters and aliens. Not the ideal job. One good thing that came out of it was your boyfriend, Peter Parker. He was probably one of the smartest people you’d ever met, and the kindest. 
“Babe, can you pass me the wrench please?” Peter asked and you threw the tool his way, focused on your own project. 
After a few minutes of silence, the rest of the team came in, looking for the both of you. “Kids, come on, you’re late for the briefing,” Tony reprimanded. You rolled your eyes. 
“Just do it here,” you suggested. “I need to work on his for school-”
“You’re making pym-particles, for what? Gym class?” Tony scoffed as you tried to hide your work. 
“It’s not pym-particles,” you sighed. 
“No, it’s a time machine,” Tony joked, sarcasm oozing from his words. Your eye twitched, he’d figured you out. “Shit, it is a time machine.”
“No!” You huffed. “It’s pym-particles for a time machine,” you pushed past Tony as Peter followed behind. “Let’s just do the damn briefing-”
You had started to walk but Peter webbed your hand and spun you, causing you to topple into his arms. “You figured out time travel?” He asked, his excitement clear as day.
“Maybe,” you sighed. “It’s not done yet-”
He cut you off with a heated kiss. He pushed you into one of the broom closets and continued his assault on your lips. Peter was never this forward, well, only when you were back from missions and both of you were on an adrenaline high. His lips felt good against your own, his hands grabbing at your ass as you gasped. He slipped his tongue in and your hands grasped at his hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispered between kisses. “My smart girl.”
There was a knock at the door and you broke apart, both of you embarrassed, warm, and turned on. “When you’re done sucking face, come to the briefing,” Tony laughed. You waited for his footsteps to retract, then left the closet, hand in hand, mentally preparing yourself for the torment you would have to deal with the second you walked inside the room. Peter smirked at you and brought your hand up to his face, kissing it. 
Maybe it was worth the non-stop jokes for a week and teasing.
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iliumheightnights · 1 year
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Injured | Peter Parker x Stark!Son reader
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Fandom: Marvel, MCU, Spiderman Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!reader (Stark son) Summary: Peter and M/n have had their issues since they've first met. But will that change after Peter gets seriously injured during a mission? ...
(M/n) had just finished the book he was reading and went to grab a snack when the quinjet landed on the landing pad. “Oh dad’s back with boy wonder.” What could he say? He was jealous that Peter got to spend so much time with Tony now. That he got to go on missions with them while he stayed confined to the tower. It was almost like he was his son instead. He didn’t like that feeling at all.
The boy’s feelings of jealousy would have to be put on hold however. He watched as the Avengers ran down the ramp carrying Peter on a stretcher. From where he was standing Peter didn’t look good….not at all. 
The Avengers burst through the doors with Peter and rushed him down the hall. “Someone get Doctor Cho now!” Steve shouted. ‘She’s already been called sir.’ Friday’s voice spoke up. (M/n) rushed behind them. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He tried to ask literally anyone but they all ignored him and they rushed Peter to the medical wing.
(M/n) followed them all the way to the medical wing but stopped just short of the room they put Peter in. Only Tony and the Doctor were allowed in. That was fair, this wasn’t something (M/n) HAD to be there for. He could respect that enough to realize everyone needed SOME privacy in this tower.
“So…what happened?” (M/n) asked looking at the closed doors. Nat stood beside him and sighed. “It was a standard mission. Just take out a hidden hydra base. We thought it’d be easy…then Taskmaster showed up.” (M/n) listened to every word she said. “Peter saved us but in the process, he got badly injured. I just hope he’ll be alright.” She said. He could hear just how torn up she was about this. After all…the entire team loved Peter.
The door opened and Tony walked out. He didn’t have a look of relief but he also didn’t look destroyed so that was something. “How is he?” Nat asked. Tony sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Nothing yet. His vitals are stabilizing, but we’re still not sure yet. Doc’s trying her best but some of the cuts were deep.” Natasha nodded and soon both of them walked away leaving (M/n) in front of the door.
After a little while the door opened and the doctor walked out. “Oh. (M/n), I didn’t know you were out here.” (M/n) shrugged. “Didn’t make myself known.” Helen nodded. “He’s stable now and there are signs of recovery. I was just about to tell your father and the others. You’re welcome to go in and see him though he’s still sleeping.” The boy nodded. “Thanks doc.” Once she left (M/n) entered the room.
He hated the medical wing. It always reminded him of when he needed to get shots or when his dad had to go through his many surgeries. It always scared him. The clean sterile white walls and smell of everything didn’t help either. Not to mention the beeping of the monitors, which luckily were stable.
There in the bed was Peter. (M/n) looked him over. His face had a few cuts, a black eye was developing and he for sure looked worse for wear. “Well…don’t get cleaned up for me or anything. You look like shit.” (M/n) shot up to Peter who was still asleep. A small chuckle escaped as well, however, there was no humor in it.
“You know since you’re asleep I can finally tell you what I want.” (M/n) stepped closer to the bed. “I absolutely hate you. I despise you.” He felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders with those words gone. “I hate how you came into my life and stole my dad from me. I hate how you seem to be so good and perfect at everything and it points out my flaws. I hate how even after I’m rude to you…you still treat me like a good person.” He breathed in to say his final thoughts. He could feel himself shake. “But most importantly…I hate how you made me care. I hate that I’m worried for you. I hate that you made me fall for you.” He felt the tears falling from his face. “So you’re GOING to get up and get better. Because now I have to get payback for all these conflicting emotions you’ve given me.”
(M/n) swiped away the tears from his face and finished up the last few sniffles he had before going to stand up. But as he went to go he felt Peter’s hand reach out and grab his, the boy's thumb rubbing against his knuckles. “Don’t go.” the other boy said, his voice faint and quiet…but there. The Stark boy froze and looked at Peter before eventually smiling. “Really? Normally you can’t wait for me to leave. Are you just such a masochist you enjoy me yelling at you?” This time there was humor behind the words and (M/n) returned to his seat. “Because I don’t mind yelling at you more. I’m sure there are lots I can say about this whole situation.” Peter let out a small laugh at that.
Everything was going to be fine. Who knows…perhaps things were going to be even better than what they were before. Either way Tony and (M/n) were going to give Peter a stern talking to when he was better and work on giving him more protection.
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miela · 6 months
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Shattered Memories • Chapter XIII: The Rumor & The Scandal • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}
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Chapter Genre: Pretty chill but also pretty dramatic lmao Chapter Warnings: LONG BOI AF, ✨Drama✨, I did my best to proofread but if there are mistakes I'm sorry Extra: Sorry I was gone for so long but I'm back baby and we are entering a new arc in the fic baby! Word Count: 7.7k
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BREAKING NEWS:
Rumor has it that American Sweetheart (Y/N) Stark and Avenger and Friendly neighborhood hero, Spiderman have romantic and possible sexual relations with each other. They were spotted in the Avengers Tower west parking lot a few hours ago in a heated makeout session in the-
(Y/N) Stark and the mysterious Spiderman have been caught in the Stark Industries building parking lot in an aggressive and scandalous makeout moment and-
The vigilante bug hero, Spiderman, and Tony Stark’s daughter, (Y/N) Stark have been caught in a hot and heavy lip-locking session that shows that there might be a deeper and possibly sexual relationship between the two-
As the channels were flipped you were forced to watch yourself makeout with a half-masked Peter with his body pressing yours against the wall and your hand gripping his ass, multiple times you felt yourself sink in your chair with the feeling of mortification eating you alive. You sat casually on your chair at the head of the long square table as you eyed Nika who sat adjacent to you with a flabbergasted look in your eye. She reciprocated the look as she lifted her stark tablet showing you all of your friends screaming, crying and emoting in the group chat on Discord. You had to keep yourself from bursting into a nervous giggle fit. 
The TV is turned off by a board member as all of their eyes narrowed at you. You sat up straight and cleared your throat softly. 
"Miss Stark," one board member named Leanne Camry stated sternly. "Do you have any idea how serious this is?"
"What? That I'm in a relationship with an Avenger? Nobody is actually surprised, are they? My dad was literally Iron Man. I literally run the company that funds the Avengers."
"You are also the face of this company," another board member named Xavier Chavez interjected. "You have a responsibility that requires you to at least look like you give a damn about the well-being of this company."
You were taken aback. "So an innocent….well barely innocent kiss with Spiderman is gonna make the entirety of the company crumble? Wow, if I knew I had this much power maybe we should make sweet, sweet love on top of a HYDRA facility and watch the whole organization disintegrate."
Nika was in the middle of sipping her coffee before she spit it out all over the table from your words. A soft string of apologies left her mouth as she avoided the gazes of the board members. You dared to not look at each other for the moment because you knew if you did it would end up being a chaotic and unprofessional giggle fit.
"This is a serious matter," Darlena Christensen, another member, exclaimed. "You represent this distinguished establishment as a spearhead for greatness. We cannot afford you going around galavanting with random superheroes in parking lots doing unspeakable acts."
Your face twisted in confusion that screamed 'What the fuck?!' before you spoke. "What is this, the 1800s? Should I change my last name to Bridgerton? We were kissing and we made a mistake by doing it in public. This isn't the 1950s anymore. I'm not gonna get executed in the plaza by angry customers and benefactors with pitchforks and shovels because I kissed a guy who happens to be a favored superhero." 
"You're a businesswoman, not an influencer," Camry continued. "You should start acting like it for once. This image makes you look frivolous."
You rolled your eyes and sighed. Choose your battles, you thought to yourself several times.
"Okay, well, if you're all quite done patronizing me," you stood up and smoothed out your black bodycon dress under your matching black oversized blazer. "I would like to go back to being a businesswoman. In fact, I have to upgrade Spiderman's suit to have an invisibility option so we can galavant on top of the Empire State Building later. Hope it doesn’t fall over in the process."
And with that, you walked out ignoring the board's protest as Nika bumbled behind you still trying to keep composed and recover from your attitude that you definitely inherited from your late father. You glanced at each other for a quick moment before letting out a stream of silent giggles as you headed toward your office. When you both entered, you two looked at each other for a long moment before anyone spoke. 
"Oh, you're so fucked," she raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly with her lips pulled into a thin line.
"Yeah," you bit your lip nervously as you thought about Peter and if he was doing okay with all of this. 
Nika instantly started scrolling through her stark tablet, "It's trending on all platforms and people have…. opinions."
As you expected, people would have opinions. It’s not like you guys wouldn’t be a big conversation. Tony Stark’s daughter and an Avenger? You could only imagine how much you both broke the internet with this. 
"Yeah, I'm not worried about them," you replied, grabbing your phone. "I'm worried about-" You looked around cautiously. "Spidey." 
You knew that someone from the Avengers Tower was responsible for this but it was also both of your fault for not being more careful. Luckily, you didn't completely reveal his face and his back was to the camera. His identity was still safe for the time being.
But for how long?
You guys have been out and about together not really hiding yourselves, but considering you looked like a normal person on the streets no one could really tell if it was you or not. Your Stark appearance and your Jarvis appearance were vastly different.  As a Stark, people would expect you to be in edgy yet chic business casual designer fashion, a face full of bold glam makeup, hair slicked, and looking like a billion bucks, as one who's a Stark does. But as your Jarvis alias, you wore your usual staple look of black jeans, black jacket, black top, black shoes, minimal makeup, hair, and your Stark specs shaded over your eyes. Sometimes a mouth mask and a hat if there was an event coming up and you knew people would be looking for you.  It was something you carefully curated for this very reason. You weren't stupid. You knew you were a well-known public figure so you had to make life easier on yourself as much as possible. Especially because of enemies. Specifically, your dad's enemies that fell onto you.
Nika pursed her lips together again and crossed her arms. "So, what do you wanna do first?"
You chewed on your rose-painted bottom lip and crossed your arms over your chest. You tapped your ankle-booted foot on the ground in unison with your fingers tapping your arm several times as you ran down the list of things to do to help alleviate the situation at hand.
Willow took the time to rub herself between your legs and purred loudly at your presence. You smiled down at the bundle of fur before squatting down to pet her for a moment. Instant serotonin. 
"Let me call…Spiderman," You were careful to not use his name in case someone had bugged your office. "You check the security cameras to see who spilled the beans."
"On it," Nika clicked around on her Stark Tablet and sat on the couch in the middle of the office.
You stood up straight and texted Peter.
Hey, handsome~
He responded right away.
Hey, beautiful~ 💕 How are you?
Well, I got reprimanded by the board about 10 minutes ago. Did you see the news? 
You mean us making out in the parking lot yesterday trending? Yeah, I did. People are especially taken by you grabbing my ass.
I'm really sorry…are you okay?
Not your fault. It's mine really. So I'm sorry.
It's going to be the self-blaming olympics, you thought and sighed. 
We're both at fault for this really. We're trying to figure out how to go about this. Me and Nika. 
Have you checked the group chat? 
You groaned softly, remembering how rapid-fire your friends were typing.
I haven't fully but I can imagine they're all confused and thinking the worst of me right now.
You frowned at that.
You continued to chew your lip as your cherry-colored nails ghosted over the keyboard of your phone hesitantly. You let out a sigh and leaned back on your desk as your heartbeat began to pump at a rapid pace. 
You knew Peter keeping his identity secret was important to him, especially after everything he went through…that you both went through…what you all went through. Luckily for you, your identity was never revealed to the world like Peter's was because you never showed your face around Quentin Beck or anyone on that mission. It was a gut feeling you had that both you (and Faceless Peter in your memories) had. Luckily, not many people at the company knew about your identity as a Stark by face only by word of mouth. And nobody knew you as Silk at the company either and you preferred it that way then and you preferred it that way now.
So, you didn't want to force him to tell your friends and family about his identity. That would be unfair to him. But you needed to find a way to tell your friends that you weren't cheating on Peter with Spiderman without telling them that Peter was Spiderman. So you began thinking of different ways to tell them without necessarily lying to them either.
"Peter was cosplaying as Spiderman and testing out his upgraded suit. Spidey didn't mind." Maybe, but maybe not. Peter wouldn’t keep that kind of information from his friends that he tested out Spiderman’s suit and you wouldn’t make him keep that info to himself either. 
"It's a deep fake video." No, that's a lie. That would only make him look like the bad guy. 
"He wanted to test out an upside-down kiss." No, that doesn't help your case at all and would keep making you look like the bad guy. 
"Publicity stunt?" They knew that you were far from that type of person.
"We're poly." Yeah, because that would totally go over well.
You took a deep breath and threw your head back in defeat. You wholeheartedly didn't know what to say. You were at a loss for ideas without being a straight-up liar. 
But then Peter's text took you by surprise. 
We should tell them. 
Your eyes widened when you looked at the screen again.
Are you sure? 
Yeah! It's about time they know. It would be better if they had direct contact with us in case they're in trouble with anything anyway. Plus MJ, Ned, and Celina already know about you. It’s starting to get difficult to keep up with these half-truths we keep throwing around…
But what about Police Captain Stacy and Police Captain Davis? They practically hate us. That could be putting Gwen and Miles in an awkward position, no? 
There was a long pause in between your text which meant he was considering your words. So you took the time to look at Nika who was still looking through the tablet.
"Any luck?" You asked.
"Not yet," she replied, not looking up from her tablet. "But I'll figure it out."
Your phone sounded again.
Luckily for us, they're both stationed in Brooklyn. Plus, I feel bad for keeping this from them. I want them to know everything. 
Like…everything?
Like everything, everything.  If you're okay with it.
You took a deep breath.
Okay. I'm okay with it if you are. But only if you're sure 💕
I'm sure 💕Also Cindy has a huge crush on Spiderman and I would really like to get that out of the way as soon as possible.
LOL I’m so sorry.
You both agreed on having a group meeting with your friends in a secluded and safe place, so the Avengers Compound it was. You had taken Celina, MJ, and Ned there a few times before when you were staying there for a while after your trip from Malibu but it's been a while since they've been there. Nika had been there plenty of time considering her job and this would be the first time for the rest of your friends so you expected some oohs and ahs and a lot of gawking, which you didn't mind. 
But first, you had to keep yourself from looking like a cheater first. 
Everyone was there when you finally walked in and you figured Nika, who arrived earlier, was the one who showed them around. Sam and Bucky were coming back from a mission that day and you weren't sure if they were there yet or not. You hoped they weren't for your own sake. You knew they would do everything to embarrass you in front of everybody as they usually do in their brotherly way, especially with you as a hot topic in the news right now. You were surprised they didn’t call you about it. 
Peter was waiting by the door for you when you arrived and you hugged each other tightly and basked in each other for a moment. Your face was buried into his neck and you breathed in the scent of sandalwood and vanilla and safety and he kissed your shoulder and let himself linger there so he could take in your sweet and floral scent. You could hear each other's heartbeats as your senses hummed. 
You made a mental note of a cuddle session later.
After a moment, you pulled away and he cradled your face and stroked your jaw with his thumbs for a moment and searched your eyes to find any signs of your current mood. You searched his back.
"Hey," he smiled softly.
"Hey," you smiled softly back. "How much do they hate me?"
"They… don't hate you."
You looked up at a window where you saw Gwen and Cindy looking out at the both of you. You could tell by their stances that they were in protective mode as they eyed you. You could see your other friends sitting around the table in the conference room in discussion, probably about everything happening. 
 You smiled to yourself. It was nice knowing Peter was in great hands.
"Ready for the big reveal?" 
You nodded in response. "Are you?"
He also nodded. "Yeah, I am. I am a little nervous though. It's not that I don't trust them, I just…don't want them to be upset, you know?"
"I don't think they will be if they don’t hate me for this."
You guys pecked each other's lips after a short moment of silence before walking hand in hand up to the conference room where your friends were. When you arrived there, you couldn't even process everyone's presence before you were met with…
"(Y/N)!!!!!" Celina screamed in a high-pitched voice as she stomped over to you. You winced as her voice rang in your heightened hearing ears. "Explain yourself!" 
"Celina-"
"How could you do that to Peter?! This sweet boy?! Who loves you so, so much and would do anything for you?! Oh god, please tell me you have a halfway good reason for this-"
"Celina," you sang but she didn't hear you.
"I know you like, have this thing for Spiderman and all but THIS?!"
"Celina, please-"
"Poor Peter," you could've sworn she was crying. "I don't understand…were you possessed? OMG does Spiderman actually have that mind control powers that were rumored years ago?! Did he take advantage of you-"
"Peter is Spiderman!" You blurted out loudly from getting fed up that she wouldn’t let you get a word in. 
There was a long silence and Celina's face was in pure shock. Everyone else besides Nika and MJ was just as shocked.
"HUH?!" Celina finally squeaked. "OH MY GOD REALLY?!” Her eyes flashed to Peter who pursed his lips into a thin-lipped smile of confirmation.  “NO WAIT THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT!"
 "Yeah, I figured this out long ago," MJ said calmly. "Halloween confirmed it for me."
Your eyes narrowed at your curly-haired best friend and you crossed your arms and stood in contrapposto. "You've been sitting on this for five months?"
"Well, I was only sixty-five percent sure," she explained. "On Halloween, I was ninety percent sure, but I still didn’t want to assume and make things awkward. Now I'm a hundred percent sure."
“You know,” you started squinting at her. “Maybe you should actually use your degree and become a PI or something.”
Celina’s eyes were switching from you to Peter repeatedly as if she was trying to solve a problem. Meanwhile, you looked at your other friends.
"You're Spiderman?" Gwen asked with her eyebrows furrowed like she was processing what was being said. 
"Um…yeah!" Peter squeaked nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Like actually?" Miles asked. "Like…not just the Spiderman in the video? Like, you're the Spiderman?"
"Mhm," Peter nodded. “In the flesh.”
Gwen crossed her arms over her chest. "This is one hell of a way to find out…"
"I'm sorry," Peter's shoulders dropped slightly. "I wanted to tell you guys but I wanted to protect you guys but it's gotten to a point where I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."
"Wait so if you're Spiderman what about you and Silk-" Gwen turned to look at you with wide eyes and realization. You waved your fingers at her with a small 'hi' and a confirming look. "Oh….!"
"Wait,” Pav started. “You’re Silk?”
“Yep,” you responded. “In the flesh.”
“I kinda figured that one,” Harry replied. “I was there when you got bit by the spider, next thing you know you were disappearing and Silk would appear. You two were never in the same room at the same time. But I also wasn’t sure and didn’t want to assume. Life can be weird like that sometimes.”
“You’ve been sitting on this for over five years?!” You exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at Harry. “You two are meant for each other.” You were referring to him and Michelle.
“Ditto,” Harry responded, referring to you and Peter. 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up,” Ned interjected. “So if Peter is Spiderman…how come you didn’t know who he was until like…seven months ago? You both are Avengers, no?”
You and Peter looked at each other hesitantly not knowing where to actually start in the clusterfuck that was your situation. You had told so many people different things that you almost couldn't keep up. Now that it was coming to a head, you didn't know who knew what about who or what anymore. 
Good thing the air was about to get cleared. 
You chewed your lip as Peter crossed his arms over his chest.
“That…is a long and complicated story,” Peter started. “It’s all my fault really.”
“Care to share with the class?” Gayatri motioned her hands to everyone after a mini moment of no response or continuation. 
You let out a sigh. “We should start at the beginning, otherwise it could get very confusing."
So you told them everything.
 You told them how you both got bit on a school trip to Alchemax during your freshman year. You were at Horizon High with Harry and Peter was at Midtown Tech with Ned and Celina. The spider bit you first and you flung it off of your arm which caused it to land on Peter and bite him and he killed it. You explained how you both developed your powers the next day and how you would get stuck to things, sweat like crazy, had muscles you never had before, heightened senses, and quick reflexes.
You told them how you told your dad right away that something was wrong and Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner ran tests on you and found out that the DNA from the spider bite had spliced with yours to make you part spider. Peter explained how he kept his secret from everyone for a solid six months before Tony showed up at his door one day. 
You told them that when you switched schools your sophomore year was when you met each other and your senses only started going off when you made physical contact with each other. 
You told them about the fight in Germany and how when you guys got back you spent most of the time trying to stop Peter from taking on missions too big for him which ended up with him wanting to prove himself even more and it caused both of you to get your suits taken away. 
You told them how you two found out about each other's identities and how you guys got together as a couple.
And finally, you told them about the senior trip to Europe, Mysterio, and his antics, and the aftermath where Peter had to make everyone forget who he was.
"And I still don't remember him fully," you said. "just bits and pieces that used to give me mind-splitting migraines."
Your friends all had different expressions on their faces, all a mixture of shock, concern, and confusion. 
"Okay, paraphrase," Gayatri started. "You both got bitten by the same spider on a field trip, you guys both become spiderheroes and avengers later on, you both find out about each other and fall in love, you guys go on a trip to Europe and get summoned by SHIELD then find out Mysterio was a fraud and then tried to pin everything on Spiderman and revealed his identity which caused you to be a suspect and the most talked about person globally and prevented Celina, Ned and MJ from getting into college so you went to a sorcerer to make you everyone forget that you were spiderman but you accidentally messed up the spell which caused a rift in the multiverse and brought villains from other worlds to ours who you tried to fix but they ended up killing your aunt-"
"Only one. Norman Osborn. A different Norman Osborn."
"...okay, and so Ned accidentally brought over two other Peter's from different worlds who helped you fight these villains but in order to save our universe from collapsing you had to make everyone forget about you?"
"Yep, sounds about right." 
A thick silence fell over all of you as everyone took the time to process the information given to them.You took the time to open up your holographic files to explain to them how this whole situation was.
"Let's try it this way," you started and grabbed everyone's attention as you drew your fingers across the holograms. "This is me. This is Peter," two stick figures show up, one male the other female. "This is us before the spell but then," you drew a line in between the two stick figures, "the spell happens," you point to stick Peter, "he's fine because he remembers everything. The only thing he suffers with is missing me on a deeper level," you point to stick you "me on the other hand, my senses were trying to connect back with his and my dreams were me trying to remember him. My body, mind, and soul had a big disconnect because of the spell which caused the mind-splitting headaches. But when we kissed my senses recognized him but my mind still doesn't remember him because of the spell."
You looked back at your friends who all still had confused looks on their faces. Celina's expression was slightly less confused due to her knowledge of how convoluted magic and sorcery could be. Everyone else was more or less looking at you like you were insane.
"Okay you all must have questions," you took a deep breath and leaned back onto the table.
Pavitr raised his hand. 
"Yes, Pav," you smiled.
"Okay," he started with an unsure draw in his tone. "Don't take this the wrong way but…how do you know that your 'pheromonal connection' isn't the sole reason for your attraction to each other? Like if you guys didn't have it, would you two even be in love?"
"We questioned that too," Peter responded. "Very early on actually. Finds out the shared DNA makes already established bonds stronger and will adapt to that if the relationship were to change. So like friends become best friends, siblings get the twin instincts," he looked at you,  "and lovers become…"
You smiled softly back at him as love flashed in both of your eyes for a moment before you turned back to your friends.
"We went back to Alchemax for a project for our junior year bio class, but it was really an excuse to learn more about our connection," you explained. "Plus, I had a crush on him way before I even got close enough to him to even feel the pull."
"And vice versa," Peter added.
"Okay, I have a question," Harry started with a worried look on his face. "You said one of the bad guys was my dad in another universe, does that mean my dad…?"
You shook your head. "No, there's no guarantee."
"But there's a possibility?" It came out more like a statement.
"To be fair, In Peter 3's universe Gwen is dead," Peter stated. “So that’s a start of the differences and inconsistencies.”
"Huh?!" Gwen exclaimed with wide-blue eyes. 
"I don't even exist in the other two," you added. "At least, I don't think so."
"That's terrifying! Wait, am I gonna die?!"
"Likely, not," you added. "Gwen 2 was dating Peter 3 Spiderman."
"Wait, I dated Peter? Ew! No offense, Parker, but I don't see you like that," Gwen explained.
"Trust me, none taken," Peter agreed. 
"Wait, so who was Peter 2 with," Ned asked. 
"Um…" Peter rubbed the back of his head nervously. "MJ." 
"MJ?" Cindy asked in disbelief.
"I think I'd rather eat dirt," MJ replied.
"Trust me, likewise," Peter agreed again.
"Either way," you interjected. "Nothing in their universe is guaranteed to happen in ours. They don't even have the Avengers in their universes. According to Peter, the other Peter's didn't even look like him or each other."
Celina hesitantly raised her hand.
"Yeah, Celi?" Peter asked.
"You said you're Ben and May Parker's nephew that they raised," she looked at Peter as she started, a sheepish tone in her voice. "That means we must have grown up together."
Peter nodded. "Raised like siblings. You were like a younger sister to me even though you're four months older than me. You would celebrate your birthday in August because it was cheaper for us to have a shared birthday party rather than separate ones. Everyone thought you were an August baby like me but really you're an April baby which, you would say, astrologically, is the reason we got along so well."
Celina smiled softly back at him. "I suspected when I found out your last name was Parker, but I thought it was a mere coincidence. I'm sorry I can't remember you." 
"No," Peter shook his head in disapproval. "I'm sorry I made you forget me."
"So that means you knew Ned too right?" MJ started. 
"Yeah," Peter nodded again. "Best friends since the third grade."
"Is that why you came to the coffee shop a lot?" Ned asked.
"Yeah. It was a sense of normalcy," Peter explained. 
There was a moment of tense silence as everyone processed everything that was going on. Harry glanced over at Nika who was leaning silently against the table. 
"You've been really quiet over there," Harry said to her. “Nothing to say?”
"Listen," she started with a sigh. "We were all part of the blip. Either you disappeared for five years or you didn't. I'm just not surprised by anything anymore. None of this really applies to me because I met (Y/N) in Malibu in rehab."
"Wait, you were in rehab?" Harry asked, looking at you.
"Yeah, if your superhero-known-to-be-invincible dad died in space by sacrificing his life for humanity, and your boyfriend sacrificed his identity for humanity that caused you to have mind-splitting migraines and dreams of a guy without a face and it left an empty hole in your soul, and you lost most of your crime-fighting family, and you were just crowned the next CEO and Owner of a company so large that it's responsible for majority of the technology in the world and is expected to make mega weapons to keep our world safe from aliens, wizards and robots then you'd probably have a hysterical psychotic break and turn to narcos, alcohol and make a bunch of bad decisions too."
"Fair," Harry replied softly after a moment of processing the longest sentence you ever spoke.
"So…" Miles started, looking at Nika. "You knew they were Spiderman and Silk?"
"Yep," Nika confirmed. "She told me she was Silk long ago. Figured out Parker was Spiderman when she called him an Avenger and I didn't recognize his face."
"You cornered me!" You defended. 
"Mhm," Nika replied with doubt written all over her face and in her tone. 
After a moment, all of you fell silent again and their air was thick with something that wasn't tension but was filled with anticipation of sorts. Your friends looked at one another as if they were speaking telepathically or waiting for someone to address the elephant in the room. 
You knew what it was right away. 
"Okay, for one," you started. "No we don't lay eggs, We can't talk to spiders or summon an army of spiders, we aren't venomous, and no if we ever had offspring, they wouldn't eat me. Or Peter."
“Tha-...That’s six things,” Peter softly said, which caused you to stick your tongue out at him.
"Do you shoot webs out of your ass?" Gwen blurted with her whole chest.
Both you and Peter blinked rapidly in response as you processed the nature of the question.
"Gwen?!" Cindy scolded her with a flabbergasted expression.
"What?" Gwen asked defensively. "It's a valid question."
"It's a little outta pocket," Miles added before turning to the two of you with a wondrous look. "But do you though?"
"No," you replied quickly with offense or defense in your tone.  
"I've had nightmares though," Peter added, speaking to no one in particular before he looked up at everyone. “We’re sorry we kept all of this from you.” 
“You know everything I said about Spiderman before was a joke right,” Cindy asked gingerly. 
“Don’t worry about it,” Peter replied, motioning a hand in the air.
“Like, I was totally kidding,” She added with a red face. “I think Thor is hotter anyway. Aish, I mean-”
“Cindy, really it’s fine,” Peter smiled. “I get it. We don’t have to do this.”
“Okay, great,” she sighed and looked down at her hands shyly. 
“So…” Harry started looking up at the both of you. "Are you gonna show us your cool abilities or what?"
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Social Media was a suspool. There were arguments up and down Twitter about who Spiderman should and shouldn’t be with. You didn't even realize the Spiderman and Silk fanbase ran so large in the first place since you were really heroes only confined to New York City.
Peter avoided social media at all costs. You on the other hand, were neck deep into it.
You learned that there were four types of stans: the SpideyStark shippers, the Iron Spider Shippers, the Stark is Silk theorist and the possessive antis. And they were all at war with each other.
SpideyGworl616:
I think SpideyStark makes sense! Just because Spidey and Silk are always together doesn't mean they're dating!
SilkenWebs3000:
How could he do that to Silk?! Did they break up??? OMG my OTP 😭😭😭💔
WorldWideWeavers:
Guys, (Y/N) Stark is literally Silk! Think about it, it makes sense!
SpiderQueen143:
He's not stupid enough to date that whore Silk and he would never date that bitch (Y/N) Stark 🙄 He could do so much better than that. 
"How does it feel to be dating a whore and bitch?" you asked Peter amusingly not looking up from your phone. 
You both were lying on your bed at the compound. You were wearing a science pun shirt that you borrowed (stole) from Peter and a pair of black drawstring short shorts. Peter was lying next to you wearing a Star Wars tee and a pair of plaid pajama pants with his stark specs on. 
You didn't catch the way he looked over at you as if he were offended (which he was). "You're not a whore or a bitch," he stated seriously. "Stop reading those."
"Why?" You asked, still not looking up from your phone. "They're kinda funny honestly."
You honestly found most of it amusing but Peter didn't appreciate the way some people spoke about the both of you. Especially you. Even on patrols, people were questioning both of you about your relationship and the infamous kiss in the Avenger’s Tower parking lot. He did admit that you handle it pretty well though. When someone would ask ‘Hey Silk, how do you feel about Spidey cheating on you?’ You would respond with ‘Who said he’s cheating on anyone? What he does in his personal life is his business and his business alone.’ Which made it vague enough to satisfy most people who asked. But even after a while, Peter could tell that even you were getting annoyed by all of the questions, comments, and two cents when you were just trying to be a neighborhood hero. 
It reminded him of when his identity was first revealed and how you got the worst end of the stick when it came to everything. 
Peter let out a sigh. "Are you amused or are you doom-scrolling?"
You paused and looked up at him wondrously as you noticed his tone was getting more and more bothered as the conversation went on. "Petey, love," you scooted closer to him and laid your head on his extended arm. "Are you okay?" 
He glanced back over at you and turned himself on his side to face you. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It just makes me upset when people talk bad about you like that. I know it shouldn't bother me this much especially when you're not upset by it but…when my identity was first revealed, people talked about us a lot, obviously. You got harassed by tons of people because you were known as 'Spiderman's girlfriend' or 'Spiderman's…'' he trailed off for a moment as his jaw clenched at the memories of how wrongly you were treated and the labels they would pin on you. "I just don't want you to go through that again."
Memories of the words Spiderman’s slut and Spidey’s whore from Mysterio extremists rang through Peter’s head. Or how the media painted him to be some type of mind-controlling villain. He could take all the shots thrown at him but when it came to you? He knew you could take care of yourself and that you were more than capable of defending yourself, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hesitate to help in defending your honor. There were times when he tried to distance himself from you so you wouldn’t get caught up in being a victim of tabloids and media outlets, but you never left his side. You even scolded him when he found out what he was trying to do. 
You smile and peck his lips softly. "You're cute when you're protective. Well…you’re always cute, but especially when you’re pouty like this."
Peter’s eyes softened as he looked into yours. “I just…you mean everything to me. I don’t want this to affect you in a negative way.”
"And here I thought, you would be worried about your identity being revealed again," you smiled. "Instead you're worried about my reputation. Pete, if the public wants to label me Spiderman's slut then I don't care. If they want to paint me out as the homewrecker of Spidey and Silk, let them." You stroke his cheek with your thumb gently. "You know that quote from Christian Bale? 'If you have a problem with me, text me and if you don't have my number then you don't know me well enough to have a problem with me'. I'm damned if I give a damn what other people outside of my loved ones say about me or to me. As long as I'm with you, all of the shit they throw at me is all worth it. I'd scream from the rooftops that I, (Y/N) Stark aka Silk, am in love with Spiderman." 
Peter's eyes softened at your words and he laid his hand over yours that was on his cheek and kissed your palm. Your heart fluttered and you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back. He visibly and audibly relaxed which caused you to let out a soft giggle. You pulled back after a moment. 
“Better?” you asked.
“Not quite,” he replied, looking at you. “I’m still like...really upset. I think I need more to help me feel better.”
“Oh?” You giggled and moved yourself to straddle yourself on top of him as he laid back on the bed. You leaned down and pecked his lips. “How about now?”
“You’re getting warmer,” He smirked. 
You hummed and kissed his nose, forehead, temple, cheek, jaw, chin, and everywhere else on his face that wasn’t his lips which caused him to let out a warm laugh. You leaned your head on his after a moment and cradled his face in your hands. 
“How about now,” You asked in a soft voice. 
He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours deeply and you reciprocated the action. His hands find their way to your waist as he pulls your body closer to his and wraps his arms around you in a sweet embrace to match with the passionate kiss you both were sharing. Your heart fluttered and face burned at the action. After a moment he pulled away slowly.
“Much better,” he whispered before he rolled you both over so he was on top as he kissed you deeply. 
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Peter had the day off from school and work which was a rare occasion. He decided to spend his morning visiting Aunt May and Uncle Ben's grave 
Celina and Ned had invited him over to hang out and get to know more about the time that they don't remember having with him. 
Honestly, he felt like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders now that his friends knew the whole truth about the both of you and that they didn't think anything different of the two of you. Gwen and Harry still playfully bullied Peter which was a good indicator. Cindy was a little distant at first but she came back around after a couple of days of processing. 
Now you both had to deal with everyone sending SpideySilk Memes in the groupchat. Your favorite had to be the stock photo meme with the guy walking with his girlfriend and he's looking back at another woman, with spiderman as the guy, silk as the girlfriend and you as the girl he's looking at. 
You insisted to Peter that things would blow over eventually and that you both could go back to normal and learn from your mistakes. Nika was still investigating who leaked the video. It was harder than it seemed to find the person who did it. 
Peter was glad no one heard the conversation you both had during that whole moment. And he was glad that everyone in the Avengers Tower had to sign NDAs upon hire about revealing the personal details about any Avengers. So if anyone in the Tower knew Peter was Spiderman, they couldn't say anything legally. Luckily, most times he showed up in full suit.
Peter decided to skateboard his way to Nedlina's apartment to keep lowkey. Swinging in suit while you both were still a hot topic wasn't the greatest idea right now and he even had to double-check before entering his own apartment. He settled with landing on the roof and sneaking through the roof doorway and down to his floor a few times when he was feeling extra paranoid that day.
What a week it had been. 
When he arrived at the apartment complex he walked inside and went over to the elevator that was fixed by himself using Stark tech that you let him borrow. The landlord was so thankful that he even paid Peter more than he expected to get paid for it (which was nothing really). He was really doing a favor but the landlord insisted he take the money. When he stepped into the elevator he heard a meow and little pitter-patter footsteps. When his eyes followed the sounds he saw Loki the cat, who approached him. He smiled as the cat trilled and rubbed its side against his jeans and began purring. 
“Hello, Loki,” Peter greeted. 
The dark shadow of fur meowed in response and climbed up onto his shoulder and made himself comfortable. Peter smiled softly as the elevator doors closed and began moving upward. 
“Does your parents know that you’re down here?” He reached up and petted the cat who rubbed its head against his hand. “No worries, I’m sure Celina won’t scold you too harshly.”
When the elevator stopped at the eleventh floor, Peter made his way to the apartment down the hall. When he arrived the door opened before he could knock. Celina stood in the doorway wearing an oversized tee shirt that he recognized as Ned’s, a pair of biker shorts, and her hair up in a messy bun with her wavy bangs framing her face. She smiled at a frozen Peter who had his fist in the air to get ready to knock on the door. 
“Peter!”Celina chimed. “It’s good to see you!”
“Hello, Celi,” He smiled and lowered his arm.
Loki took the time to jump down from Peter’s shoulder and rub against Celina’s legs. 
“Mhm, trying to butter me up so you don’t get in trouble I see, you little troublemaker,” she said looking down at the bundle of fur and petting his back with her foot. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Peter chuckled as he walked in, took his shoes off by the door, and set his skateboard next to his shoes. Celina hugged him and then led him into the living room area as Thor came running out to greet Peter as well. 
“Ned, babe,” Celina sang. “Peter’s here.”
Ned walked from the hallway and smiled.”Hey, dude!”
“Hey, Ned,” Peter smiled. “How’s it going?”
“Pretty good,” He replied as they did a mini handshake that was the start of their famous secret handshake. “I always feel like there’s more to it when we do that.”
“There is,” Peter said. “But It’s okay. One day you’ll remember it.”
“We ordered pizza,” Celina called from the kitchen. “It should be here soon. Would you like anything to drink?”
“I’m okay for now,” Peter called back and sat on the couch with Ned. 
Celina came over and joined Peter and Ned on the couch with a mug of tea that read “witch’s brew” on the front of it. Peter sat on the other couch adjacent to the one the couple was on. The cat decided they wanted to snuggle up to him. 
After a little bit, the pizza arrived.  As Ned flipped through the channels on the TV to find something to watch, Celina was grabbing plates and napkins while Peter went to get the pizza from the delivery guy. When he came back he saw Celina looking at her phone with a concerned look on her face as she slowly brought her hand up to cover her mouth gaped open as her hazel eyes went wide. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Peter asked as he approached her and set the pizza down on the counter.
Her eyes flashed up to him with a look that worried him.
“Hey…guys…?” Ned asked with concern in his voice.
Peter walked over to the living room with Celina following close behind. Ned was standing up in front of the couch with wide eyes and a concerned expression on his face. When Peter looked at the screen it was the Daily Bugle with J. Jonah Jameson on the screen.
“J. Jonah Jameson here and this just in on the Daily Bugle,” The older man said on the screen. “(Y/N) Stark, so-called America’s Sweetheart, is now caught up in yet another scandal. Earlier this week she was caught in 4K messing around with none other than our favorite criminal psychopath, Spiderman, which took the entire world by storm that not even Thor could control. Since then neither party has spoken out publicly about the incident as if they are trying to pretend that it never even happened. Way to be an accomplice to the Vigilante with your status, Stark. You can’t blame her though, she’s the daughter of the late Tony Stark who was Iron Man, so it is no surprise that she would be fadoodling with the likes of some miscreant like Spiderman. But what am I doing here talking about old news? Well Let me tell you, folks, we received here a video of America’s so-called Sweetheart being anything but!”
A video clip appeared on the side of the news reporter’s head and the clip made Peter’s eyes go wide and his heart drop to his stomach. Celina and Ned both looked at Peter with fearful expressions on their faces. Peter felt lightheaded as he watched the clip of you in a very compromising situation. The pace of his heart picked up, the feeling of his body going numb and his throat tightened. 
He was pretty sure he was going to faint. 
As the clip continued to play, J. Jonah Jameson continued. “It seems that the secret double life of (Y/N) Stark has been revealed. Can’t keep silent now can you?”
“Oh my god…” was all Celina could say. 
“I-I…” Peter stuttered. “I-I…need to go…”
He needed to make sure that you were okay and that you were safe because he knew that in a matter of minutes, you would be back in the place where he feared you would be again years ago when he was exposed to the world.
And now something similar was happening to you. 
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that-writer-101 · 1 year
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The Winter Nightmare Pt. 1
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
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Your life wasn't easy.
When you were just 8, HYDRA broke into your house.
A man, who you would later identify as The Winter Soldier, killed your grandparents who you lived with, then kidnapped you.
You were experimented on.
You were tortured.
You were shocked. Kicked. Slapped. Punched. You were bit one time for christ's sake.
Now why were they doing all this?
You have powers.
Pyrokinesis to be exact.
It was easy to control, for you at least. But you still screwed up sometimes.
They would stretch you past your limits until you physically passed out or collapsed. Even then, you'd be beaten for not being strong enough. You'd wake up with new bruises.
You were taught that the heros, the Avengers, those were the bad guys. You half believed it, but also half believed that HYDRA was bad. But how would you know? You hadn't been able to look anything up or anything like that.
As you got older, your hatred for this Winter Soldier grew and grew.
Years of training and torture passed by like pages flipping in a book.
9
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Then one day, everything changed.
The Winter Soilder had disappeared a few months ago, though that didnt mean you still weren't getting beat. If anything they upped the punishments to almost make up for him not being there.
December 4th. 5:17 a.m.
A crash.
Gunshots.
Foot steps.
"Grab the kid! We cant afford to lose 'er!" One guard shouted. Another yanked your arm.
You figured this was your chance. You burned the guard's arms and he drops you.
"SON OF A-"
You make a run for it.
You bolt out of your holding cell. You run and run until you bump into someone.
Shit.
Was your only thought.
You look up. You expect to see the face of an angry guard. What you see instead is the Black Widow.
You inch back a bit.
"Guys I found the girl." She says into an earpiece.
You continue to move back, fear in your eyes, "S-stay back-!" You manage to stutter out.
She bends down to your level on the floor, "Listen kid, we're here to help. We arent going to hurt you."
"B-but.. You.. I.." You stumble over your words.
"We're the good guys. We're gonna get you outta here. But if you dont let us help you, you'll blow up with the base, alright?"
You simply nod your head, too shaken up to talk.
You stand up and follow her as she walks off.
The two of you are about to round a corner, you pull her back.
"There are guards.. Uh.. Hiding in.. The v-vents.." You mumble, pointing to a large vent on the ceiling.
She takes out a gun and shoots through the vent a few times till a few guards drop out, dead.
"Not anymore."
She leads you out of the base and into a jet. There's a few others there too.
You quickly identify them as Captain America, Iron Man, The Scarlet Witch, Dr Strange, and Spiderman. And then obviously Black Widow.
You tuck yourself into a secluded corner.
Black Widow walks over to you and sits next to you.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Natasha, what's your name?"
"Y/n.."
"That's a lovely name. What powers do you have?"
"Pyro.. Pyrokinesis.."
"That really cool. We're going to arrive in about.. 3 and a half hours, so get some rest while you can, alright? I'll grab you a blanket."
"Wh.. Where are we... going..?" You mutter, your eyes growing heavier.
"The Avengers Tower." She says, a slight smile appearing on her face.
"M'kay.." You say as your eyes close, drifting off to sleep.
Natasha grabs a blanket and places it over you. You curl into it comfortably.
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You wake up.
You groan, your neck stiff from being in a literal corner.
You're still in the jet. You hear some people talking.
"What do we do with her?"
"She could make a good avenger."
"Or we could-"
"Guys shut up she's waking up."
You curl the blanket around you and look up.
"Like the blanket?" Natasha asks, looking over at you.
"This is like.. The first blanket I've used in.. A lotta years.. So yeah.." You sigh, a slight laugh at the end.
You gain a few sympathetic looks.
"We're going to be there soon. We'll show you to your room, give you some clothes, then we'll.. Well we will discuss that after." Steve says.
You nod, then rub your eyes a bit, "That was the longest sleep I've had without being interrupted in a long time.." You say, a small smile appearing on your face.
"How long were you there?" Tony questions.
"Since I was.. Like.. 8.. So.. 12 ish years.."
You all talk for a bit, then eventually the jet lands at the tower.
"C'mon, I'll show you to your room." Natasha says, holding a hand out to help you up. You stand up and follow her into the tall building.
After going up a decent amount of floors, you step out of the elevator and are led to a room at the back of the floor.
"Here's your room. There's some clothes in there already, they might be a bit big though."
You step into the room and your jaw drops, "Woahhhh!" You say in awe, "This room is like twice the size of my cell! And there's an actual bed!" You go and jump onto the bed like a small child.
Natasha give you a sympathy filled smile, "Take a shower and get changed. We're going to have you meet someone soon."
You nod and Natasha walks out. You take a decently long shower, scrubbing every inch of your body. You wanted every dust speck from HYDRA off of you.
You step back into your room and find a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
You turn to a large mirror on the right side of the room.
You didn't recognize yourself.
The last time you had seen yourself in a mirror was when you were 8. In your house. With your grandparents. Before everything changed. Before anything happened.
You remembered it so well.
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"C'mon Y/n!" Your grandma called out, "The party is starting soon! We're going to be late!"
"But Gramma, the party starts in like 3 hours! We still have time!" You sighed, but ran to your room to get ready.
"Little Flare, what should I wear?" Your grandpa asked. Flare was your nickname, taken from you powers.
"I'm gonna wear my favorite red dress!" You said, grabbing it out of your closet.
You walked over to your full length mirror and held it against yourself. Your face was clean, no bruises or scars at all, "Gramma, Grandpa, what jewelry should I wear?"
"Ooh, you should wear those cute diamond earrings I got you for your birthday!"
"I agree with Gramma, and your little blue necklace."
Then it happened.
The window smashed open. Your grandparents were shot right infront of you.
You were grabbed. Your adorable red dress fell to the ground and got stomped on.
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Suddenly you were back to the present. You look closely into the full length mirror, just like the one you had in your home, staring at your unfamiliar face. You trace your scars with your fingers.
You take a step back, starring at your scar filled arms.
You take off your shirt and look at your body.
Bruises and scars.
That was all you saw.
A wave of painful despair washes over you. You begin to cry, still staring at your reflection.
Wanda walks into the room, "Hey, just seeing if you were almost ready for- Oh my stars!" She exclaims, running over to you.
You flinch as she puts a hand on your shoulder, "Darling, what's wrong?" She asks, taking on a motherly role with you.
"I just.." Your lip quivers as you hold back more tears, "look a lot different than i thought i would.." You meet her eyes in the mirror, giving her a not-so-reassuring smile as a tear falls down your cheek.
"Look at me," she says, turning her head to yours, you look at her, "you're so strong. You survived through so much. You look wonderful, kid."
You pull her into a hug, mumbling a thank you as you do. You take a deep breath and pull your shirt back over your head.
You and Wanda walk down to the common area of the tower. There's a new face, a man that hadn't been there before.
"Look who finally showed up." Steve joked, sighing as he looked up at you.
The man walks up to you, "Director Fury. Nice to meet you Ms. L/n." He holds out a hand for a hand shake.
You shake his hand. You're still very shaken up by the whole situation.
In the span of a day you had gone from being tortured to being greeted nicely.
You and Fury both take a seat, the rest of the people there watch the two of you intently.
"So, L/n," Fury starts, "You're a pyrokinetic, correct?"
You nod in response.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would You describe your control of those powers. One being no control, ten being total control."
"Uh.. Like an eight... I guess..?"
"Care to demonstrate?"
"Isn't that a bit.. Uhm.. Dangerous..?"
"You have decent control do you not?"
You simply nod, you hold your hand out and a small, flickering, shakey flame comes up.
Fury arches an eyebrow.
"She's had a long day." Steve starts, "A lot has changed over the last few hours for her. Give her some time to warm up." (Pun intended.) Steve continues, looking at Fury.
Fury nods and stands up, "I'll come back in a few days. I expect to be impressed." He says, then walks out.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
"You alright, kid?"
You just shake your head and close your eyes. You feel weak. The adrenaline that had been flowing through you this whole time was wearing off.
"You should get some rest, it's getting late. C'mon, I'll help you back to your room." Natasha says, getting up and then helping you up.
The two of you go up the elevator to your floor and walk back to your room.
"Once you regain some strength, we'll test out your powers, alright?"
You nod, going into your room and grabbing some pyjamas, "Alright.. Talk to you tomorrow.." You yawn and give her a tired smile.
Natasha walks out and shuts the door. You quickly get changed and lay on your new bed. The bed is so goddamn comfortable, you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
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You wake up feeling more refreshed than you ever did. You check the time, 1:37 p.m.
You do a bit of quick math in your head.
God damn.
You slept for 17 straight hours.
You take a quick shower and get changed into a pair of black leggings and another baggy t-shirt.
You walk down to the common area.
"Look who finally woke up." Tony says, glancing up at you from one of his little inventions.
"That was the best sleep I've had in a LONG time." You smile, then go and sit on the couch next to Natasha.
A few other people were in the room too, Wanda, Bruce, and Steve.
"Guys, Buck is gonna be here soon." Steve says.
"Who?" You ask, it was a name you hadn't heard before.
"A friend of mine, he's also an Avenger. He's been on a mission for the past week."
"Oh, alright!" You don't know why, but the thought of this new person makes you uneasy.
After a bit you would find out why.
"Buck's here." Steve says, "He'll be up in a minute."
You stand up and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You hear Steve greet his friend and you walk back into the common area.
You see who Steve is greeting.
The man who tortured you for years.
The Winter Soilder
Your eyes meet his.
"Oh hell no." Is all you say.
Bucky's eyes go slightly wide.
"Buck? Something wrong?"
"Y/n, you alright?"
You walk up to him.
"So the Winter Soldier has a name."
The room goes quiet.
You make a flame in your hand and launch it at Bucky, he moves away just before it hits him.
"Aw how sad. I missed."
"Y/n, stop, what's going on?!" Steve shouts, stepping between you and Bucky.
"That man, no, that boy, tortured me for nearly 12 straight years. Can't I get some payback?" Your voice is unnervingly calm.
"Flare look-" Bucky starts, you cut him off.
"Don't FUCKING call me that!" You shout, tossing another handful of fire at him. This time you hit him in the chest.
Natasha grabs the top of your arms and pulls you back. It was just like the guards did.
Your mind goes back to HYDRA. You make yourself go limp. The guards didn't like struggle, going limp was always the best option.
Natasha didn't know what to do. She'd just grabbed you and you'd suddenly gone limp. She lets go of you.
You look back to Bucky.
"Go fuck yourself. And stay the hell away from me."
You storm up to your room. All eyes turn to Bucky.
"Buck, I need one hell of an explanation."
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hannah-the-red-head · 9 months
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A Moon Knight Fanfiction…
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But, where the Moon Boys are shipped with a Reader that’s Basically Yor Briar from Spy x Family
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Who’s also a single mom raising a little girl with telepathic powers and has a dog with the power to see the Future.
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Basically, I’m going to write the Moon Knight storyline but it’s reader insert Fanfiction where I ship the Moon boys (Marc, Steven and later Jake) with a single mom!Reader who has the skills, super enhanced strength, speed and flexibility of Yor Briar from Spy x Family.
Why?
BECAUSE I CAN AND WILL!!! *maniacal laughter*
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Here’s how this is gonna go:
-Reader or Y/n Briar is a Black Widow turned Single Mom after retiring from S.H.I.E.L.D post Endgame. But in order to secure a better life for not only herself, but her daughter and sweetheart of a big dog, Y/n decided to take on one last mission that has the small group of three moving to London.
-Personality wise, Y/N is soft spoken, polite, kind, sweet and mature. She is innocent when it comes to love, becoming easily flustered and losing control over her own actions. However, when going on missions, her personality does a complete 180, becoming a natural born killer that’s calculated, cold and just plain terrifying.
(A better way to describe Y/n’s mindset is the moment where Yor considered “getting rid of the competition” so Anya can get into Eden College or the times where Yor innocently overreacted to any public display of affection.)
-Appearance wise, Y/N can be whatever the readers imagine, I’m going to be very vague about how I describe her. But she is going to keep her hairstyle (long and kept up) and her outfits are the same as Yor’s in Spy x Family.
-She wears the Thorn Princess dress as her suit and wields stiletto blades as weapons.
-Y/N has the power of a super soldier, the reflexes of Spiderman and Black Panther and the mind of one of the world’s deadliest killers trapped in a petite woman’s body.
-Y/N tries her hardest to hide her secret life from her daughter. But how about you try and hide your association with the Avengers to a curious 6 year old with a overactive imagination.
-Y/n’s daughter, Anya (Full name: Anastasia Wanda Natasha Briar), is a mutant with the power to read minds, easily figures out that her mom is a super spy and that her favorite aunts are Avengers! Waku Waku!~ She reminds you so much of her father, eccentricities and all.
-As for the recent addition to the family, Bond is a big white dog that looks more like a mix between a polar bear and a seal with black mitten paws. Not only is he a big sweetheart, but much like his little master, Bond has the ability to see into the future that only Anya can translate because of her telepathy. He was named after Anya’s favorite super spy (in this case James Bond rather than Bondman.)
-As for the mission, which Nick Fury himself personally asked Y/N to accept, was an investigative one, the target being a mercenary that caught SHIELD’s attention after HYDRA’s infiltration was exposed.
-Unfortunately, the database hadn’t fully retrieved the idenity of the mercenary aside from his current location. Which is where you come in, to find this mercenary and try to recruit him to the New Avengers initiative.
-It’s the kind of mission Y/N can finish in two days, but this mission is proving a bit difficult, especially when said neighbor is so damn charming that Y/N is slowly falling for the sweet insomniac with a love for Egyptology.
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thesecretwriter · 11 months
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miguel o’hara x spider!female reader. 
but the spider!reader only became a spidey hero through experimentation done by hydra - who made a genetic serum that would change the DNA of its occupant (like how miguel became spiderman)
ALSO, maybe a dash of miguel o’hara being jealous of bucky barnes? specifically cartoon bucky from “what if?” (bucky and readers friendship would be platonic).
it came to me in a dream to write this. 
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hurt you// bucky barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: sad bucky, mentions of torture and pain (bucky's time in hydra)
summary: after getting the winter soldier removed from bucky he still struggles to hear the trigger words
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It hadn’t been easy for Bucky adjusting to life after Hydra but with Y/N it made it just that little bit easier. Bucky and Y/N had only been together for a few months but it is like they have known each other for forever. Bucky had the winter soldier removed from him around 8 months ago but although he is no longer physically connected to him, mentally he still worries he will become him again. 
One of Bucky’s greatest fears was hurting those he cared about, especially Y/N. She helped him adjust to the new life he now has. It was hard for Bucky even after removing the winter soldier physically, mentally he was still tormented by the memories of the assassinations he committed as the winter soldier. 
Y/n and Bucky were in the living room of the compound, sat on one of the sofas whilst Steve, Nat and Sam sat on a separate one when Peter came rushing in. Since the events in Berlin Peter has slowly made his way further into the team and began spending more time at the compound. Y/N’s relationship with him has become a very important one, each of them seeing the other as a brother/sister. Peter came to Y/N when he discovered he may have feelings for Liz he immediately went to Y/N looking for advice after he attempted to be independent but it ended up backfiring on him. 
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Loud footsteps could be heard as Peter came barreling down the hallway and slid through the doorway that led into the living room stopping just before stopping just in front of the TV. 
“Y/N, I need your help” Peter said quickly causing Y/N to sit up off of Bucky’s side. 
“Slow down a little Peter. Firstly, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Well not really, I’m not sure” He said, beginning to ramble once again.
“Hey Peter, you might want to breathe” Steve said, noticing Peter hadn’t actually taken a breath since he entered the room. Peter immediately took a deep, long breath. 
“Peter, I need you to explain what’s going on?” Y/N said 
“Liz, I- uh I asked her to homecoming” 
“Peter, that's brilliant” Y/N said with a smile. What Y/N didn’t notice was the way Bucky froze as soon as the word homecoming left Peter’s mouth.
“Wait, I don’t see what the problem is? Did she say no?” Sam said. 
“No, she didn’t. Um she said yes, that’s the problem”
Steve looked confused, “Wait, it may have been a while since I asked a girl to homecoming but isn’t it a good thing she said yes? I don’t get how that’s a problem” 
There that word was again and as before Bucky froze once again as the memories of those words being used to force him to become a human robot, forced to follow Hydra’s every order. Y/N noticed Bucky was quieter than normal since Peter came in but didn’t want to draw everyone’s attention to it so she placed her hand on his, rubbing the back of it with her thumb comfortingly. Although Bucky moved his hand after a couple seconds and Y/N wasn’t sure what changed before Peter came in he was fine, was he jealous of Peter? 
“No it is good but I have nine hours until homecoming and I don’t own one suit besides my Spiderman one and I have been longing for a chance to tell Liz how I feel but now it’s here I don’t know what to do” That whole sentence was enough for Bucky to break he quickly got up and left the room. His fists were clenched both Y/N and Steve looked at eachother and quickly followed behind him leaving Nat, Sam and Peter confused.
“Was it something I said” Peter said, worried Y/N and Bucky would be upset with him. 
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Bucky walked into the bedroom he shared with Y/N and quickly shut the door behind him. There was a voice in his head telling him he was going to become the Winter Soldier once again, that he was going to hurt someone he cared about and that was his biggest fear.
Bucky was pacing in the bedroom when he heard a soft knock on the door and Y/N’s voice spoke “Buck, it’s me. Can I come in please? It’s just me and Steve out here, no one else I promise.” Bucky didn’t answer. 
“Look Bucky. We want to help you but we can’t do it if you won’t talk to us” Steve said but Bucky ignored him once again. 
Bucky knew he would hurt the two people who meant the world to him, if that happened he knew he would never be able to forgive himself. Suddenly, Bucky heard the door open causing him to turn around and see Y/N stood in front of him with Steve slightly off to the side behind her. 
“Bucky, what’s going on?” Y/N said walking over to Bucky slowly not wanting to push him further away. 
“No” Bucky snapped, “Don’t come any closer Y/N”
Y/N stopped, Steve watched cautiously he knew Bucky would bever do anything to intentionally hurt Y/N but he could also tell there was something in Bucky that meant he wasn’t himself.
“Steve get out of here and take Y/N with you” 
“What? No. I’m not leaving” Y/N said, snatching her hand away from Steve’s grasp.
“Y/N, please. I don’t want to hurt you” Bucky said as his eyes began to well with tears.
“Bucky, you have never and will never hurt me. I promise” 
“You can’t promise this sort of thing Y/N. I’m dangerous and all three of us know it”
“Look, I know you think you are going to hurt me or Steve but we both know you wouldn’t do it by choice”
“If I hurt you Y/N I would never let that guilt go. I can’t risk it, I won’t” Bucky said crying lightly. 
Steve could sense that the two needed time to talk this through and once Bucky was ready he would go to Steve. It was hard for him when Y/N and Bucky first started dating, seeing his best friend love Y/N the way he loved Peggy, he was jealous Bucky had the chance when he lost his but once Steve saw how much Bucky and Y/N needed each other he realised that the two were the best thing for each other. This caused Steve to see that he hadn’t lost his best friend but gained one and he would be forever grateful for Y/N helping Bucky in ways he couldn’t.
Neither Y/N or Bucky noticed Steve leave they were too indulged in each other’s company as Y/N just sat on the bed holding Bucky and comforting him.
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heliads · 10 months
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Just out of curiosity, do you have a list of upcoming fics?
i do! these are the fics i have scheduled to come out:
requests:
7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)
7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)
7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)
7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)
7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)
7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)
8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)
8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)
8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)
8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)
8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)
8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)
8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)
8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)
8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)
8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)
9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)
9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)
9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)
9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)
9/14: charles leclerc x carlos sainz (soulmates au)
author's privilege non requests:
9/17: tom holland peter parker x reader (au where the avengers have strange cast a spell on all of them so no one remembers the real identities of the avengers after the disaster that was spiderman no way home, this is v convoluted but trust me it will hit)
9/20: lewis hamilton x reader (childhood best friends to potential of rivals to lovers)
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marvel-writer-101 · 1 year
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The Winter Nightmare
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Part 1.
Warnings: mentions of torture
Word count: 2.2k
Author note; Now THIS is the longest one shot (part) I've ever written
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Your life wasn't easy.
When you were just 8, HYDRA broke into your house.
A man, who you would later identify as The Winter Soldier, killed your grandparents who you lived with, then kidnapped you.
You were experimented on.
You were tortured.
You were shocked. Kicked. Slapped. Punched. You were bit one time for christ's sake.
Now why were they doing all this?
You have powers.
Pyrokinesis to be exact.
It was easy to control, for you at least. But you still screwed up sometimes.
They would stretch you past your limits until you physically passed out or collapsed. Even then, you'd be beaten for not being strong enough. You'd wake up with new bruises.
You were taught that the heros, the Avengers, those were the bad guys. You half believed it, but also half believed that HYDRA was bad. But how would you know? You hadn't been able to look anything up or anything like that.
As you got older, your hatred for this Winter Soldier grew and grew.
Years of training and torture passed by like pages flipping in a book.
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Then one day, everything changed.
The Winter Soilder had disappeared a few months ago, though that didnt mean you still weren't getting beat. If anything they upped the punishments to almost make up for him not being there.
December 4th. 5:17 a.m.
A crash.
Gunshots.
Foot steps.
"Grab the kid! We cant afford to lose 'er!" One guard shouted. Another yanked your arm.
You figured this was your chance. You burned the guard's arms and he drops you.
"SON OF A-"
You make a run for it.
You bolt out of your holding cell. You run and run until you bump into someone.
Shit.
Was your only thought.
You look up. You expect to see the face of an angry guard. What you see instead is the Black Widow.
You inch back a bit.
"Guys I found the girl." She says into an earpiece.
You continue to move back, fear in your eyes, "S-stay back-!" You manage to stutter out.
She bends down to your level on the floor, "Listen kid, we're here to help. We arent going to hurt you."
"B-but.. You.. I.." You stumble over your words.
"We're the good guys. We're gonna get you outta here. But if you dont let us help you, you'll blow up with the base, alright?"
You simply nod your head, too shaken up to talk.
You stand up and follow her as she walks off.
The two of you are about to round a corner, you pull her back.
"There are guards.. Uh.. Hiding in.. The v-vents.." You mumble, pointing to a large vent on the ceiling.
She takes out a gun and shoots through the vent a few times till a few guards drop out, dead.
"Not anymore."
She leads you out of the base and into a jet. There's a few others there too.
You quickly identify them as Captain America, Iron Man, The Scarlet Witch, Dr Strange, and Spiderman. And then obviously Black Widow.
You tuck yourself into a secluded corner.
Black Widow walks over to you and sits next to you.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Natasha, what's your name?"
"Y/n.."
"That's a lovely name. What powers do you have?"
"Pyro.. Pyrokinesis.."
"That really cool. We're going to arrive in about.. 3 and a half hours, so get some rest while you can, alright? I'll grab you a blanket."
"Wh.. Where are we... going..?" You mutter, your eyes growing heavier.
"The Avengers Tower." She says, a slight smile appearing on her face.
"M'kay.." You say as your eyes close, drifting off to sleep.
Natasha grabs a blanket and places it over you. You curl into it comfortably.
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You wake up.
You groan, your neck stiff from being in a literal corner.
You're still in the jet. You hear some people talking.
"What do we do with her?"
"She could make a good avenger."
"Or we could-"
"Guys shut up she's waking up."
You curl the blanket around you and look up.
"Like the blanket?" Natasha asks, looking over at you.
"This is like.. The first blanket I've used in.. A lotta years.. So yeah.." You sigh, a slight laugh at the end.
You gain a few sympathetic looks.
"We're going to be there soon. We'll show you to your room, give you some clothes, then we'll.. Well we will discuss that after." Steve says.
You nod, then rub your eyes a bit, "That was the longest sleep I've had without being interrupted in a long time.." You say, a small smile appearing on your face.
"How long were you there?" Tony questions.
"Since I was.. Like.. 8.. So.. 12 ish years.."
You all talk for a bit, then eventually the jet lands at the tower.
"C'mon, I'll show you to your room." Natasha says, holding a hand out to help you up. You stand up and follow her into the tall building.
After going up a decent amount of floors, you step out of the elevator and are led to a room at the back of the floor.
"Here's your room. There's some clothes in there already, they might be a bit big though."
You step into the room and your jaw drops, "Woahhhh!" You say in awe, "This room is like twice the size of my cell! And there's an actual bed!" You go and jump onto the bed like a small child.
Natasha give you a sympathy filled smile, "Take a shower and get changed. We're going to have you meet someone soon."
You nod and Natasha walks out. You take a decently long shower, scrubbing every inch of your body. You wanted every dust speck from HYDRA off of you.
You step back into your room and find a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
You turn to a large mirror on the right side of the room.
You didn't recognize yourself.
The last time you had seen yourself in a mirror was when you were 8. In your house. With your grandparents. Before everything changed. Before anything happened.
You remembered it so well.
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"C'mon Y/n!" Your grandma called out, "The party is starting soon! We're going to be late!"
"But Gramma, the party starts in like 3 hours! We still have time!" You sighed, but ran to your room to get ready.
"Little Flare, what should I wear?" Your grandpa asked. Flare was your nickname, taken from you powers.
"I'm gonna wear my favorite red dress!" You said, grabbing it out of your closet.
You walked over to your full length mirror and held it against yourself. Your face was clean, no bruises or scars at all, "Gramma, Grandpa, what jewelry should I wear?"
"Ooh, you should wear those cute diamond earrings I got you for your birthday!"
"I agree with Gramma, and your little blue necklace."
Then it happened.
The window smashed open. Your grandparents were shot right infront of you.
You were grabbed. Your adorable red dress fell to the ground and got stomped on.
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Suddenly you were back to the present. You look closely into the full length mirror, just like the one you had in your home, staring at your unfamiliar face. You trace your scars with your fingers.
You take a step back, starring at your scar filled arms.
You take off your shirt and look at your body.
Bruises and scars.
That was all you saw.
A wave of painful despair washes over you. You begin to cry, still staring at your reflection.
Wanda walks into the room, "Hey, just seeing if you were almost ready for- Oh my stars!" She exclaims, running over to you.
You flinch as she puts a hand on your shoulder, "Darling, what's wrong?" She asks, taking on a motherly role with you.
"I just.." Your lip quivers as you hold back more tears, "look a lot different than i thought i would.." You meet her eyes in the mirror, giving her a not-so-reassuring smile as a tear falls down your cheek.
"Look at me," she says, turning her head to yours, you look at her, "you're so strong. You survived through so much. You look wonderful, kid."
You pull her into a hug, mumbling a thank you as you do. You take a deep breath and pull your shirt back over your head.
You and Wanda walk down to the common area of the tower. There's a new face, a man that hadn't been there before.
"Look who finally showed up." Steve joked, sighing as he looked up at you.
The man walks up to you, "Director Fury. Nice to meet you Ms. L/n." He holds out a hand for a hand shake.
You shake his hand. You're still very shaken up by the whole situation.
In the span of a day you had gone from being tortured to being greeted nicely.
You and Fury both take a seat, the rest of the people there watch the two of you intently.
"So, L/n," Fury starts, "You're a pyrokinetic, correct?"
You nod in response.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would You describe your control of those powers. One being no control, ten being total control."
"Uh.. Like an eight... I guess..?"
"Care to demonstrate?"
"Isn't that a bit.. Uhm.. Dangerous..?"
"You have decent control do you not?"
You simply nod, you hold your hand out and a small, flickering, shakey flame comes up.
Fury arches an eyebrow.
"She's had a long day." Steve starts, "A lot has changed over the last few hours for her. Give her some time to warm up." (Pun intended.) Steve continues, looking at Fury.
Fury nods and stands up, "I'll come back in a few days. I expect to be impressed." He says, then walks out.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
"You alright, kid?"
You just shake your head and close your eyes. You feel weak. The adrenaline that had been flowing through you this whole time was wearing off.
"You should get some rest, it's getting late. C'mon, I'll help you back to your room." Natasha says, getting up and then helping you up.
The two of you go up the elevator to your floor and walk back to your room.
"Once you regain some strength, we'll test out your powers, alright?"
You nod, going into your room and grabbing some pyjamas, "Alright.. Talk to you tomorrow.." You yawn and give her a tired smile.
Natasha walks out and shuts the door. You quickly get changed and lay on your new bed. The bed is so goddamn comfortable, you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
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You wake up feeling more refreshed than you ever did. You check the time, 1:37 p.m.
You do a bit of quick math in your head.
God damn.
You slept for 17 straight hours.
You take a quick shower and get changed into a pair of black leggings and another baggy t-shirt.
You walk down to the common area.
"Look who finally woke up." Tony says, glancing up at you from one of his little inventions.
"That was the best sleep I've had in a LONG time." You smile, then go and sit on the couch next to Natasha.
A few other people were in the room too, Wanda, Bruce, and Steve.
"Guys, Buck is gonna be here soon." Steve says.
"Who?" You ask, it was a name you hadn't heard before.
"A friend of mine, he's also an Avenger. He's been on a mission for the past week."
"Oh, alright!" You don't know why, but the thought of this new person makes you uneasy.
After a bit you would find out why.
"Buck's here." Steve says, "He'll be up in a minute."
You stand up and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You hear Steve greet his friend and you walk back into the common area.
You see who Steve is greeting.
The man who tortured you for years.
The Winter Soilder
Your eyes meet his.
"Oh hell no." Is all you say.
Bucky's eyes go slightly wide.
"Buck? Something wrong?"
"Y/n, you alright?"
You walk up to him.
"So the Winter Soldier has a name."
The room goes quiet.
You make a flame in your hand and launch it at Bucky, he moves away just before it hits him.
"Aw how sad. I missed."
"Y/n, stop, what's going on?!" Steve shouts, stepping between you and Bucky.
"That man, no, that boy, tortured me for nearly 12 straight years. Can't I get some payback?" Your voice is unnervingly calm.
"Flare look-" Bucky starts, you cut him off.
"Don't FUCKING call me that!" You shout, tossing another handful of fire at him. This time you hit him in the chest.
Natasha grabs the top of your arms and pulls you back. It was just like the guards did.
Your mind goes back to HYDRA. You make yourself go limp. The guards didn't like struggle, going limp was always the best option.
Natasha didn't know what to do. She'd just grabbed you and you'd suddenly gone limp. She lets go of you.
You look back to Bucky.
"Go fuck yourself. And stay the hell away from me."
You storm up to your room. All eyes turn to Bucky.
"Buck, I need one hell of an explanation.
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phr0ggie · 2 years
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New Fanfic!
I will be writting a trans male reader x peter parker slow burn which will take its way through age of ultron to spiderman no way home, itll be pretty long and have some darker themes in it due to the prolific nature of HYDRA and the marvel franchise in general. Hope you look forward to it!
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wizardofrozz · 2 years
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Unexpected Cluster
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Peter Parker x Widow!Reader, mention of MJ
Word Count: ~4k
Warnings: swearing, mention of past trauma, Red Room training, self-doubt
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Chapter 5
1 month later
Peter stood over his desk, wringing his hands as he scanned the beakers and test tubes scattered around his desk. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his front door flew open revealing (Y/N) carrying a few grocery bags.
         “Take your fucking groceries,” she grumbled, dropping them just inside the door.
         “I think I can start running tests,” Peter replied instead, crossing his arms and turning to face her. 
         “Finally,” (Y/N) beamed, pushing the door closed and hurrying to his side. “I was wondering when you were going to get started.”
         “I can do this,” Peter snapped, taking a step back. His expression hardened as he dropped his eyes to the floor and (Y/N) jerked back, her brows pinching together.
         “No one said you couldn’t,” she replied slowly, tilting her head slightly. Peter let out an irritated huff and rubbed a hand over his face, only confusing (Y/N) more. “Peter, what’s wrong?”
         “Jesus, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he rubbed between his eyes, his jaw flexing a few times. “I-I know you weren’t insinuating that.”
         “It obviously bothered you,” she shot back, hesitantly taking a step closer, pulling his eyes up to hers. 
         “I got these powers when I was still a kid and because of that, everyone holds me to such a high standard. A standard I can never seem to reach,” Peter confided, wrapping his arms around himself tighter. “I ultimately let everyone down because I wasn’t ready.”
         “That’s not your fault,” (Y/N) countered with a tight smile. “Grown-ass adults shouldn’t have been putting that kind of pressure on a teenager.”
         “But I’m supposed to be better,” Peter barked, throwing his arms out.
         “You are, pauchok,” (Y/N) replied simply, taking another step closer. “And not just because you can, arguably, lift 12 tons.” A small smile started to spread across Peter’s face and he shook his head, forcing a sigh through his nose.
         “Thanks, bug,” Peter whispered, his cheeks taking on a faint pink color. “I just don’t want to let you guys down.”
         “Even if you come up with nothing, you won’t let us down,” (Y/N) insisted, raising a brow when Peter looked away. “Okay?”
         “Okay,” Peter agreed with a sigh, the tension in his shoulders melting away.
         “Now tell me about these tests,” (Y/N) pushed, knocking shoulders with him. Peter smiled again, trying to hide his excitement but he nearly vibrated with it. (Y/N) stood at his side, dodging his flailing limbs as he rattled off various tests, explaining what they’d accomplish and why they were important. Peter grew increasingly more animated the longer he spoke and without realizing it, (Y/N) had a dopey grin plastered on her face, relishing in his childlike excitement. 
         “What?” Peter suddenly asked, going unnaturally still.
         “What do you mean?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising a brow.
         “Y-You’re smiling at me,” Peter mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
         “Oh,” she chirped, her eyes widening slightly. “Uh, nothing, it’s just nice to see you get so excited about this.”
         “I-I like science,” he confessed, ducking his head to hide the shy smile on his face.
         “I know,” she chuckled, returning his smile. It’s cute. (Y/N) didn’t dare voice that thought, she wouldn’t put that strain on their friendship even if it was true. “Are you doing any experiments tonight?”
         “I can,” Peter hummed with a faint shrug, glancing at his cluttered desk.
         “But you don’t have to?” 
         “No. I’m off tomorrow so I was gonna start in the morning,” Peter replied, looking out the window behind her where the sun was moving closer to the horizon. 
         “Well, in that case, let’s take the night off,” (Y/N) proposed, rubbing her hands together.
         “What do you have in mind?” Peter asked, mindlessly gathering papers up. 
         “You promised we’d watch Star - Star Wars?” she stumbled, her brows pinching together.
         “Yeah that’s what they’re called,” Peter laughed, bracing an arm against his chair. “Pizza and Star Wars then?”
         “I’ll call,” she beamed, hurrying back to the living room to find her phone. Peter stayed behind, watching her hurrying into the other room, a small smile spreading across his face before he shook his head with a sigh. 
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Peter had easily moved the couch away from the single blank wall, setting up his laptop with the tiny projector (Y/N) bought on a whim a few weeks ago. Peter and (Y/N) were stretched out on opposite sides of the small couch, her legs thrown across his; Peter mindlessly rubbed the soft material covering her calf as the movie played. The empty pizza box sat abandoned on the coffee table behind them from the beginning of The Phantom Menace.
Peter sighed when the apartment was plunged into darkness before the credits for Attack of the Clones started to roll across the wall. (Y/N) blinked at the blue words shining against the wall as Peter strained to reach his laptop, flickering his eyes over her confused expression. 
         “What do you think so far?” Peter asked, dragging his laptop closer.
         “Anakin has to know his relationship with Padme is a bad idea,” (Y/N) huffed, shaking her head. Peter barked out a laugh, making her jump before she rolled her eyes with a half-smile.
         “I take it that you’re invested now,” Peter snickered, leaning back against the arm of the couch.
         “Duh,” (Y/N) drawled, nudging his side with her foot, jerking her chin towards his laptop. “What’s next?” 
         “Revenge of the Sith,” Peter sighed, stretching over the back of the couch, his back popping a few times. “Well, technically the animated Clone Wars movie and show.”
         “Well, I need something to do while you’re being a mad scientist,” she giggled, her eyes shining in the light from the projector. 
         “I’ve created a monster,” Peter snorted, swallowing down a yawn. 
         “I should probably get going,” (Y/N) sighed, glancing at the screen still projected against the wall. “Want help moving the couch back?”
         “I can lift it over my head with one hand. I think I’ll be okay,” Peter quipped with a smug grin.
         “Yeah, yeah, show off,” (Y/N) grumbled, swinging her legs off the couch. Peter’s brows pulled together briefly, momentarily missing her warmth before shaking off the feeling and forcing himself off the couch.
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Peter threw the front door open, glaring at whoever dared pound on his door at 8 am. (Y/N) stood in his doorway, beaming at him, and holding out a steaming cup of what smelled like his usual coffee order. 
         “Morning, sunshine,” she sang as she slipped past him, pushing the door shut and taking his coffee with her. Peter followed lethargically, whining in the back of his throat when she moved farther away with his liquid jump start. 
         “Gimme m’coffee,” he rasped sleepily, making grabby hands at the cup. 
         “A please would be nice,” (Y/N) teased, tilting her head. 
         “Give it,” Peter growled, narrowing his eyes.
         “You know it’s really hard to take your anger seriously when you look like that,” she chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. 
         “Like what?” he yawned, rubbing the grit from one of his eyes.
         “All rosy-cheeked and wild-haired,” she replied, flapping a hand at him, biting back a smile.
         “Shut up and give me my coffee,” Peter huffed, running a hand through his disheveled curls. 
         “Only because you asked so nicely, pauchok,” she relented, holding out the cup. Peter snatched it from her hands and stumbled to the couch, flopping down on the worn cushion. He glared at the wall opposite him, blowing on the scorching drink in his hands. It took until he was about halfway through his coffee for him to notice the sounds coming from over his shoulder. Peter looked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes when he realized (Y/N) was bent down looking into the bright oven. 
         “What are you doing?” he asked, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. 
         “It’s a surprise,” she replied, not bothering to look at him. Peter sighed but didn’t push it, taking a deep breath through his nose, catching a whiff of whatever she was making. He could faintly make out the aroma of onions and…sausage?
         “What are you making?” 
         “Would you just be patient?” she huffed, crossing her arms as she stood straight again. Peter grumbled under his breath but twisted back around on the couch, holding his cooling coffee against his chest. (Y/N) shook her head with a faint smile and leaned against the counter as the last few minutes of the timer ran down. Peter continued to pout across the room as (Y/N) pulled the pan out of the oven and plated the food; he blinked up at her for a moment when he appeared in front of him. 
         “What?” Peter mumbled, his eyes sluggishly flickering between her face and the plate in her hand.
         “Eat,” she pressed gently, offering him the plate and taking his almost empty cup. Peter blinked at the yellow wedge on the plate, furrowing his brow and tilting his head as he studied his breakfast. He opened his mouth to ask her again what it was before he sighed and figured it would be easier just to try it. The food was still steaming as it settled on his tongue but the fluffy pie-like substance was spongy and flavorful. 
         “Oh,” he hummed around a bite, looking around the room for his friend. “I-It’s really good.”
         “Why thank you,” (Y/N) giggled, dropping onto the couch next to him with her own plate. “It’s breakfast quiche so egg pie I guess.”
         “Where’d you learn how to make this?” he asked, shoving another forkful in his mouth.
         “Kate has a bunch of cookbooks and I can’t sleep half the time,” she replied nonchalantly, cutting through her piece with the side of her fork. 
         “Why can’t you sleep?” Peter accidentally wondered aloud even though he had a pretty good idea what the answer would be. “Sorry, I can probably guess why.”
         “The nightmares have gotten worse since Yelena exposed me to the antidote,” she mumbled, pushing a piece of egg around her plate.
         “Do you want to talk about it?” Peter shifted in his seat, turning to face her more, but continued eating so he didn’t make her feel pressured. 
         “I made more coffee,” (Y/N) noted, looking over her shoulder.
         “Thank you,” Peter beamed, setting his plate on the coffee table. His heightened hearing picked up on her forced exhale as he moved towards the coffee machine, waiting for her to start talking now that he wasn’t sitting right there.
         “I’ve been cycled through the Red Room three times, ya know.” Peter paused, stopping mid-pour to look over at the back of her ducked head. Sadness pricked at the edges of his heart and he forced air through his nose, trying to push down the feeling. 
         “How old were you?” he asked hesitantly, going back to filling their mugs.
         “Four,” (Y/N) scoffed, her shoulders tensing and she forced another bite of food down. 
         “Four!” he sputtered, nearly dropping the coffee pot. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
         “Ha, I wish,” she laughed darkly, shaking her head. Peter grabbed the milk and her favorite creamer from the fridge, finishing up their drinks and hurrying back to the couch. She smiled sadly up at him when he held the mug out to her, dropping her eyes to the cream-colored liquid. 
         “Four,” Peter breathed as he took his seat again. “You - You…I can’t even fathom that. What about your parents?”
         “I don’t remember much about them,” (Y/N) confessed against the lip of her mug, staring at a nondescript spot on the wall. “I-I was too young to retain much about them but honestly, I don’t care.”
         “You don’t mean that,” Peter rushed out, grabbing his plate off the coffee table.
         “Do you know how the Red Room gets their girls?” Peter immediately shook his head, not even bothering to act like he had a clue that early in the morning. “Girls that are abandoned are taken off the streets or a program determines genetically ideal girls. Those families are usually paid off.”
         “You’re parents…sold you?” Peter’s mouth fell open and was thankful he swallowed his chewed food first; he gaped at her, taking note of the color crawling up her neck.
         “Basically,” she whispered, pushing a piece of sausage around her plate. “The same thing happened to Natasha.”
         “Romanoff?”
         “Yeah,” (Y/N) sighed, glancing over at him. “So I find it hard to give a damn about my parents.”
         “I don’t blame you,” Peter scoffed, pressing into the couch, staring out the window. “You don’t need them anyway.”
         “I guess. It was easier before though,” she confided, forcing down another small bite.
         “But it wasn’t you before,” Peter countered, tilting his head to try and catch her eyes.
         “That’s not true,” she started as she gave up on breakfast, pushing the plate onto the table. (Y/N) pulled her legs onto the couch, turning enough to face Peter, and sucked in a deep breath. “Being under their control was like…you’re awake but it - it’s hard to tell which part is really you.” She shuddered at the memory and Peter unconsciously reached out, squeezing her forearm, grounding her in reality.
         “So, kinda like the Winter Soldier…I mean Bucky,” Peter concluded with a nod.
         “Where do you think they got the research from?”
         “The Red Room was working with Hydra?” Peter’s eyes widened and (Y/N) smiled briefly but shook her head.
         “I wouldn’t put it that way,” she huffed, watching Peter bring another bite of quiche to his lips. “Yelena was part of the cover to steal the information from Hydra. Well, she was only six so she was an involuntary part of the plan but regardless…”
         “And Hydra just…accepted that they stole their work?” Peter shoved the last bite of his breakfast in his mouth, basically tossing the plate onto the table, and turned back to (Y/N), enthralled with her story.
         “Oh no. Even though SHIELD fell, Hydra’s never really gone,” (Y/N) insisted, twisting around on the couch again and setting her feet on the floor. She took a deep breath, bracing her elbows on her knees, and let her head hang, a few stray hairs framing her face. “You know the target I’ve been tracking these last few weeks?”
         “Yeah? What about it?” Peter wondered, tilting his head, making the corner of (Y/N)’s mouth twitch up.
         “We think it’s an ex-Hydra agent,” she sighed, dropping her hands to dangle between her knees. 
         “Jesus, (Y/N), why didn’t you tell me?” Peter groaned, throwing his head back.
         “We aren’t sure of anything yet,” she defended, turning her head to glare at him, her jaw ticking faintly. 
         “That’s why we always stay here. You don’t want us to be seen in public together,” Peter scoffed, fear and irritation directed at the situation settled in the pit of his stomach.
         “Sure,” (Y/N) snorted, rolling her eyes.
         “Care to explain the attitude?” Peter replied, his tone clipped and sharper than usual.
         “I don’t give a shit about being seen with you, moron. Even if we ran into the target, you think one ex-Hydra agent could take down the two of us?” Peter’s brows pinched together and narrowed his eyes at her, silently prompting her to continue. “I have to spell it out don’t I?”
         “Save us both the time.”
         “Having a master assassin wandering the streets with you can attract unwanted attention,” (Y/N) explained, staring down at her loosely intertwined fingers. “I’m not the sweet, charismatic girl next door; I’m a hardened, traumatized criminal with no attachments.” And you deserve better than me, was left unsaid but the look on Peter’s face made her wonder if gathered where her sentence was going.
         “You really think I care, bug?” (Y/N) blinked rapidly at her combat boots and she could feel Peter’s eyes on her but she couldn’t make herself meet his gaze.
         “You should,” she countered, cracking her knuckles mindlessly.
         “I don’t.”
         “Idiot,” (Y/N) whispered fondly, watching him out of the corner of her eye. His smile was slow-growing, just like the rising color in his cheeks and it made her stomach flip.
         “Why don’t we go get dinner later?” Peter offered, playing with the edge of his t-shirt, looking through his lashes. 
         “It’s really not a big deal,” she tried to argue but those hopeful puppy dog eyes were hard to resist. “Fine,” (Y/N) chuckled, resting her chin against her shoulder. (Y/N) stayed quiet just staring off over Peter’s shoulder before her mouth opened again of its own volition. “Thanks, pauchok.”
         “What does that mean?” he questioned, his brow furrowing. Her eyes widened for a moment, almost like she hadn’t realized she said it, and immediately dropped her gaze.
         “Oh, uh, spidey,” she explained, with a barely-there smile. Peter wasn’t surprised by the nickname, he called her bug for fucks sake, but what had caught him off guard was the way she said it. (Y/N)’s voice became a touch softer the few times she used it that he could remember; it felt more like a term of endearment than a nickname when she said it. But who was he kidding? He probably sounded the same when he called her bug. Peter’s pulse jumped when he realized the line they were toeing. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but were either of them ready for that?
         “I should probably get something done today,” Peter spoke up, clearing his throat quietly.
         “Me too,” (Y/N) breathed. Neither of them moved right away like they were waiting for some mystical marionette strings to do it for them; (Y/N) shifted first, muttering a quiet ‘okay’ before standing. She didn’t look at him as she dropped onto Peter’s bed, pulling out her laptop and a few folders. Peter hummed to himself and got to his feet, carding through his hair as he moved to stand over his desk, staring down at the mess of papers and glassware. 
         “Where to start?” he mumbled to himself.
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The day slipped by without either of them realizing. Peter spent most of the day clanging around at his desk, a few hisses of pain or muttered curses fell from his lips but other than that he had started to make progress. (Y/N) read through a few reports Yelena emailed her, making notes as she went, giggling when Peter made a particularly loud sound and mindlessly watched through a few security videos from Kate. Whoever was pinging Yelena’s radar wasn’t making (Y/N)’s job of finding them any easier but she tried to be patient. They’re human, they’ll slip up one way or another.
She paused to glare down at her stomach when it started to growl, forcing out a short, irritated huff. Brushing off the feeling she went back to clicking through frames of the video she was watching, opening her eyes wider against the sting of staring at her screen. (Y/N) barely stopped herself from tumbling off the bed when a crash followed by a loud “fuck!” came from Peter’s direction. (Y/N) scrambled off the bed, closing the distance in a few strides but stopped in the archway connecting the two rooms and raised a brow when she found it empty. Her chest seized when she caught a flash of movement on the ceiling and she stumbled back, reaching for anything to use as a weapon until her brain caught up.
         “What the fuck are you doing!” she yelled, one eye twitching faintly. Peter pushed his hands off the cracked surface, leaving his feet to keep him suspended from the ceiling, and tried to offer a remorseful smile.
         “Uh, ya know, just…hangin’ around,” Peter mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
         “Oh, for fucks sake, get down,” she scolded, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Peter flinched but complied, dropping the floor with the faintest thud. 
         “Sorry, bug,” he murmured, shuffling his feet.
         “About gave me a fucking heart attack,” she grumbled to herself, wandering back to her work. (Y/N) stomach growled loudly again, catching Peter’s attention and he hurried after her, flopping down on the bed next to her.
         “Let’s go get dinner,” he proposed, tilting his head back to look at her. “Don’t even argue either. I just heard your stomach screaming not even ten seconds ago.” (Y/N) pursed her lips, shooting him a dirty look but after a few seconds let out a loud sigh and Peter knew he won.
         “Fine, fine. Let’s go,” she agreed, smacking Peter’s side as she got up. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he rolled off the bed.
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New York was fairly quiet by the time they left the Thai restaurant, aside from their giddy laughter that echoed off the buildings. Peter stumbled under the force of his amusement, knocking (Y/N) off balance and almost sending her into the street. She shoved him back, only fueling their laughing fit more, earning dirty looks from the few pedestrians out and about. 
         “I-I haven’t laughed like that in a long time,” Peter snickered, holding his stomach and dropping his head to the side to look at (Y/N).
         “Glad I could be of service,” she giggled, lightly elbowing him. Peter walked in a wide arc to get away from her jabs only to bump her shoulder again. He could’ve and should’ve stepped away but a tug buried deep down stopped him. To his delight, (Y/N) didn’t move away either, leaving their shoulders pressed together, and their hands brushing occasionally. Their giggles died down but the silence wasn’t awkward, Peter found it to be soothing in a way. They strolled on in silence, chancing glances at the other periodically until (Y/N)’s steps faltered for a moment. 
         “What’s wrong?” Peter whispered as he darted his eyes around the dimly lit street.
         “Fuck,” she growled, grinding her teeth together. “I-I don’t know if I should tell you this but I feel bad not saying anything.”
         “Hey,” he mumbled, grabbing her bicep to pull her to a stop. “You can tell me.” (Y/N)’s eyes flickered between his warm brown orbs and she mentally cursed him for being so goddamn wholesome.
         “MJ’s walking towards us,” she whispered, closing her eyes as the words left her mouth. Peter’s grip on her tightened, forcing her eyes open again, and her heart ached as she watched the emotions flicker across her face. The longer she watched his internal battle, the more confused she became; she expected to see grief or pain but guilt? That was a bit of a surprise.
         “Thank you for telling me, bug,” Peter sighed with a half-smile, squeezing her arm one more time before letting go. “Come on, let’s get back to the apartment.” 
         “You gonna be okay?” she asked, falling in step with him.
         “Yeah,” he assured with a small smile. His eyes lingered on her face, the ghost of his smile still present before he nodded and faced forward again. (Y/N) watched the women she only knew from pictures wander closer, preoccupied with her phone; just as her features became clearer, Peter nudged her arm. “So I think I’m making progress on the antidote. I have a rough chemical composition but there are still a few pieces I’m missing.”
         “Uh,” (Y/N) faltered, blinking at him a few times. “O-Okay. Do you need anything else? Like supplies?”
         “No, it’ll just take some time but after that comes the fun part,” he replied with a smirk. (Y/N) glanced up just as MJ slipped past her, immediately turning her attention back to Peter who was still watching her. She could see the hint of pain swirling in his eyes but surprisingly he looked okay. 
         “Pete,” she started softly, glancing over her shoulder.
         “I’m alright, really,” he insisted with a half-smile. “Now, back to the fun stuff.” (Y/N) listened to his animated explanation as best as she could but she couldn’t shake the question buzzing around her head.
What changed?
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