#tony is tired of his nephews shit
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Eddie & Uncle Wayne HC
Summary: moments between family
Warnings: abusive parents, substance use, cursing
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Eddie biked to Wayne’s trailer on cold pouring night in his seventh grade year after his father cut his hair
“Be a man Edward! Boys don’t have long hair!” His dad had dragged him into the small bathroom with a pair of dull rusty scissors and held the boy down over the sink. Eddie screamed and tried to push the man away but he didn’t let go so the boy was forced to watch the dark curly locks fall into the dirty sink below him
He biked in the rain for a good thirty minutes, the rain clouded his eyes as he rode. He didn’t really know where he was going but his body seemed to drag him along up to the mans door step. Eddie knocked twice, two hard knocks that left his knuckles sore.
Wayne had swung open the door expecting to scream at someone for disrupting him at this time of night but all he saw was a small boy with unevenly chopped curls that were so wet the hung down over his eyes with drops falling off the ends and a bright red tear stained face
He immediately pulled his Nephew into the trailer, making the boy change into an old pair of sweats that were way to big and sweatshirt that hung loosely from his body. Eddie had showed up with nothing but his bike and the clothes on his back
“Let’s get this cleaned up” he dried Eddie’s hair before sitting him in a wooden chair in the kitchen and he carefully shaved the uneven mess with a pair of electric clippers It was quiet beside the dull hum of the clippers and few sniffles from the boy
He let Eddie sleep in his bed that night, curled up into his side. Wayne got no sleep that night as he clung to the boys small frame. Eddie was small in middle school, a real short scrawny kid that really couldn’t protect himself and Wayne promised that night that he would always protect the boy from then on
The next morning he sent Eddie to school in a baggy band shirt with a few grease stains and the jeans he had arrived in. While Eddie was at school Wayne drove right up to his brothers house and screamed his head off before grabbing a few trash bags of the boys things and drove home. He set up Eddie in his room before dragging his things into the living room where he would sleep on the futon
Wayne took good care of the boy. For Eddie’s thirteenth birthday Wayne got him a guitar that he had been saving up for. He worked overtime and picked up a few odd jobs but he’d do it all over again to see the boys face
“Holy shit!” As soon as the wrapping paper was off Eddie had launched himself into Wayne’s arms, “thank you!” He screamed it over and over again as he clung to his uncle
“Promise me you’ll do great things with that thing kid” and Eddie did. Wayne was at every show for Corroded Coffin, and he was at every practice. He listened to the boy play in his room and he always cheered him on telling him he was going to be the next Tony Iommi
Wayne took care of Eddie and Eddie took care of him. Wayne often came home from work late in the night and sometimes would throw himself onto the couch as he couldn’t will his body any further. Eddie would always take the mans boots off and place a thick quilt over his body, “I’m proud of you old man”
Wayne liked to share a beer on the weekends with Eddie. The two of them sat out in plastic molding lawn chairs staring up at the sky sharing a smoke and a beer just talking about the week, he liked to hear of the world from the younger boys perspective
He got Eddie a job at the shop. Teaching the boy to fix cars and replace tires. Eddie only worked part time, giving him enough time for Hellfire and band practice
Eddie gave Wayne 50% of all his earnings from selling even if Wayne didn’t know. Eddie would sneak cash into his wallet and coat pocket or the glove box of his car
Junior year Eddie got the shit kicked out of him, two burly kids attacked him outside of seven eleven after they claimed he sold them shitty weed. Eddie walked home a bloody mess with no shoes, jewelry, drugs or money.
Wayne took care of him that night, a cold towel on his face wiping up the blood and giving him a few extra strength pain meds. “I’m sorry.” Wayne’s heart broke seeing his kid like this, a beaten bloody mess, bruises littering his pale skin and large gashes across his cheeks. When Wayne got up to leave Eddie whispered out “thanks dad”
He watches Eddie do his stick and pokes and even has a few of his own from the kid. Eddie had pulled out his kit as they sat at the dining table and carefully poked out a few bats on his arm. After he was done he wiped it and pulled away to admire his work before telling his uncle they were matching
Eddie tries to get Wayne back in the dating scene. He’s giving Wayne’s number to so many women and set the man up on date after date. Eddie would slap down a box of condoms before telling him to “wrap it before you tap it old man”
Eddie makes dinner almost every night or he’ll grab some fast food on his way home leaving sticky notes on the fridge if it’s an especially late night for Wayne. Notes saying “food for you! Nuke it for two minutes, love you <3”
When Wayne found Chrissy’s body he searched the entire trailer for Eddie’s, he was sure he would find his boy strewn out like her but when he didn’t it worried him even more. If Eddie wasn’t dead then something worse must have happened
He was forced to sleep in a hotel for the next few weeks as his trailer was the crime scene. He thought about Eddie every night. The police told him they hadn’t found him yet and it broke Wayne heart. He tried to explain, he really did, that Eddie poor sweet Eddie wouldn’t even hurt a bug, poor kid would come running to his uncle if he found a spider
The time Eddie was missing was hell for Wayne. His kid was gone, he couldn’t come home to the kid sprawled out on the couch to reruns of old horror movies, he couldn’t watch the boy tattoo himself or listen to him play. Wayne was so worried he got himself sick, he spent so many nights bent over the toilet because he constantly felt that he would vomit everywhere if he stood or even thought about Eddie
He died a little the day Dustin gave him Eddie’s guitar pick. He thought he was dreaming, this was a nightmare. His Eddie wasn’t dead he was just missing, Wayne couldn’t breathe it felt like someone put a ton of bricks on his chest.
When he was finally allowed back to his trailer he slept in Eddie’s bed, he slept wrapped in the boys blankets with one of his shirts clutched to his chest. He drank his coffee across from Eddie’s empty seat but he couldn’t help himself from pouring a glass for the boy and setting it in the empty spot. He cracked Eddie a beer that night too.
He may have become one of the most hated men in Hawkins but he was lucky to have one of the most amazing kids anyone could ask for
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there should be more fics where peter parker is pepper’s son and tony gets to be the weird/bad influence uncle
i think that would be funny
here’s a few exemple to support my argument:
peter would tell tony right away about spider man and they would work in secret on a super suit. pepper gets mad at the both of them. especially tony. he’s supposed to be the adult and set a good exemple, but honestly, pepper isn’t sure why she expected better
peter messes with tony. a lot. like he uses his big brain to hack into jarvis and then friday to change the name of the protocols to something ridiculous and nonsensical. just for the comedic effect. he also locks tony out of the code to enjoy the chaos just that much longer
pepper tries to give her son a somewhat normal life, forgetting that he basically grew up holed in a lab with tony. as a consequence of that fact, peter freaks e v e r y o n e out with his obscure science knowledge. his teachers gave up. tony is proud. pepper is tired
everyone at si loves him. they think he’s the loveable son of their lovely ceo. r&d knows it’s a lie though. they saw peter crawl through the vents in the middle of the night once, for the sole purpose of pranking tony. there’s also the time they saw him build a ghoul like animatronic only to set it loose in the tower (what can i say, the boy loves chaos). they do not trust the golden retriever mask
everyone that isn’t r&d finds him real polite tho. they often ask him to run errands like bringing paperwork to his mum and stuff
everyone who isn’t in the know thinks peter is an orphan, and no matter how many times he explained that no, mary parker was not his mother, just his dad’s wife, his mom is still alive thankyouverymuch, they still deny the truth. he just became peter “i’m not an orphan” parker to the outside world. it annoys him very much. especially since he can’t say the full truth due to Security Reasons. he loves his mom very he much and would consequently love to brag about her
mama’s boy peter parker. duh
peter calls tony mr stark the moment there’s an impressionable soul (read; new employee that isn’t familiar with the si dynamic) in the vicinity. he knows tony hates it because it makes him feel old. he doesn’t care. he likes being a pain in the ass.
heir peter, because even tho he’s a little shit, there isn’t anyone else tony and pepper would trust to keep the tower standing for more than a week
peter during his first times living with pepper and tony, following tony around like a lost duckling because **science**. he picks up all the bad habits while he’s at it. that leads pepper to enforce the “please supervise tony” rule that says that peter isn’t allowed to be alone with tony without adult supervision. she first considered it when her son started drinking too much coffee for comfort and cursing, but what really drove the point home was that one time where they pulled an all nighter on a week day to build a miniaturized spaceship out of the blue. she did not find the resulting explosion funny
rodhey gets to be the trusted uncle. he’s however more often acknowledged as the babysitter, meaning that he has for task to ensure that his best friend doesn’t accidentally teach his too-smart-for-his-own-good nephew how to build nukes
joke on him, peter already knew how to build those thanks to previous binge researche
peter bullies captain america. the psas did not make a good first impression
#it’s late as fuck so i might have forgotten some key details#but i love single mom pepper with chaos son peter#tony feels fear in his own home#peter parker#pepper potts#tony stark#mcu#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#fanfiction#fanfic prompt#marvel fanfic idea#iron family#pepper potts is peter parker’s mom#peter parker-potta au
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Superhero’s Get Bullied too
Chapter: 1
Chapter 4: Harley Stark and House Arrest (Tony Stark Style)
Read on A03
Harley storms into his room and flops down onto his bed “Fuck sake!” he punches one of the pillows. He goes to grab his phone and text Tommy but realizes it’s still on the table in the kitchen.
“Hey Friday?”
“Yes Harley?” the Ai responds
“Is Tony and Peter still in the kitchen?”
“Yes they are, do you need me to alert Master Stark?”
“No no, I just left my phone out there. How mad is he Fri?”
“Based on his heart rate and level of speaking. I think it’s safe to say he’s mildly annoyed right now.”
Harley sighed in relief, knowing how moody his uncle could get. “Okay thanks Friday, that’s all I need.” He got up off his bed and lightly pushed his door open, listening to see what they were talking about. He couldn’t quite catch their words but the blonde could tell they weren’t fighting so he slowly made his way out into the hallway.
“Tony this isn’t a big deal. I told you the gist of what happened so why isn’t that enough?” Peter sighed.
“How many times do I have to tell you before I get through that beautiful thick skull of yours? You are my world Peter Parker and if someone yells at you or hurts you emotionally or physically I want to know because you deserve the world and I will not stand by and let anyone badger you. “
Harley smiles softly as he came into viewing and hearing distance of the kitchen. His uncle was mostly a cold man and it had been since he was a young boy that he had heard the older man’s tone so soft. Harley stopped short of the kitchen so they could have their moment.
“Tony I’m not some damsel in distress, I did just fine before you. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”
Harley shook his head. At least until Peter ruined the moment with his stubbornness. Peter really was meant for his uncle.
“Nor am I claiming you of those things.”
“Then what would you call it?”
“Your mine Petey, and I’m starting to think it’s time the world knows it.”
Both Harley and Peter gasp at Tony’s words. Peter and Tony have been together for the best part of a year but to save the press from tearing them apart the decision had been made to keep things low key until Peter and Harley were done at Midtown High in the spring.
“Tones…”
Harley used this opportunity to quietly walk behind them to the kitchen table, not sneaking as he didn’t feel like fighting with his uncle anymore but also not wanting to disturb the couple either.
“I’m serious Peter, you get walked over way too much and I’m done standing by--- Oh hello nephew. Decided to join us with your presence again?”
Harley shakes his head and lifts his phone up once he reaches the table “No, just wanted my cell.”
Tony’s eyes narrow “to do what exactly?”
“Text Tommy and tell him I’m not going back out tonight.”
“Really? That easy eh? You’re not going to attempt to sneak out or have him here?”
Peter sighs “Tony give him a break.”
Both Harley and Tony look at the other teen in shock. Peter never says anything or sticks up for Harley while Tony and him are arguing, knowing how heated they can get. Maybe Flash did hit him on the head and give him a concussion.
“I’m sorry what?” Tony asks with a raised eyebrow
“Well think about it Tones. When we first became a thing, you purposely had a talk with Harley and made him understand that we were staying a secret but that he was to always keep an eye on me regardless of the situation. That he needed to protect me. So you really have zero right to freak out at him for trying to deal with my bully before you pulverize him. ”
Tony looked at the brunette with love in his eyes. How is it that this young boy can be afraid of speaking up to a teacher or student about some silly or simple but when most people would be afraid to question Tony Stark, he goes all in. “Oh Petey, you amaze me every day?” Tony leans ahead and kisses his forehead
Peter leans to the touch then turns to the other teen “Now don’t for one second think I want you doing that shit Harley. I’m able to take care of myself.”
Harley scoffs and glances down at his arm “Yea you’ve done a great job so far Parker.” Then the blonde disappears down the hall into his room.
Peter rolls his eyes. “Stark men and their attitudes I swear to god.”
Tony chuckles and wraps his arm around Peter “As long as Thor or his kin aren’t the god you’re praying to, I don’t care.”
“It’s an expression old man. Sometimes you really are a Boomer.”
Tony gasps in mock hurt, pressing his hand to his heart. “You wound me my precious millennial.”
“I think somehow you’ll survive.” Peter presses a soft kiss to Tony’s nose
“I know what would make me feel better.”
Peter raises an eyebrow “oh and what would that be?”
Tony smiles and whispers in his ear “Tell Daddy what happened with the bad bully at school”
Peter scoffs and pushes Tony away “Oh my god! You’re actually terrible you know that?”
Tony laughs wholeheartedly. “What? It would you know?”
“Yea but bringing my Daddy kink into this isn’t fair!”
“Oh baby don’t be ashamed. Daddy just wants to help.”
Peter shivers, damn tony and knowing how affected he can get when he goes into ‘Daddy’ mode. “Tony!”
“Baby please?” Tony gives him his best puppy dog eyes.
“Damn you Tony Stark.” Peter says sighing in defeat. “Fine you win. You win but we have to make a deal.”
Tony smirks knowing his Peter all too well. That the boy could never say no when Tony spoke like that. “And what would that be?”
“You don’t do or say anything to him directly or indirectly until tomorrow. “
“Indirectly?” Tony questions
“Meaning you don’t use Happy or Rhodey or anyone else to get to him either.”
“Smart boy, you’ve thought of everything haven’t you?”
Peter blushes “Deal or not?”
“Yes deal but I don’t wanna be interrupted or have Harley get anymore motive to try and leave the tower. So let’s go down to the lab and talk.”
Peter nods, knowing its bad enough he needs to discuss in detail to his boyfriend of what happened let alone anyone else. “Okay, I’m just going to tell Harley we’re going downstairs.”
“Be quick Petey. “
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“So what are you going to do?”
Harley rolls his eyes “What is there to do Tom? I’m basically on lockdown here.” Harley props his phone up against one of his bike mechanics books while he leans against the wall next to his window.
“Stark lets you smoke in the tower?” Tommy watches the blonde light a smoke, leaning against the window.
“Pfft. Yea right. But he wants to treat me like a moody teenager then I’m going to act like one.”
Tommy laughs “You’re playing right into his hands dickhead.”
Harley rolls his eyes “Whatever, Flash is a piece of shit and something needs to be done.”
“What even happened man?”
“Well, what I can tell you is Parkers got a nasty bruise in the shape of Thompson’s palm. “
Tommy takes a sharp inhale “Fuck.”
“Yep.”
“So you want to get ahold of him before your Uncle does?”
Harley nods “but that’s not going to happen.”
Tommy shrugs “Fuck it bud. Let Stark go ape on him. He’s a piece of shit and deserves it.”
Harley takes another puff of his smoke then flicks it out “Yes because my uncle would stop short of murder.”
“Well I doubt he’d actual kill someone “
Harley shook his head. “I think you under estimate what my uncle is capable of when it comes to the ones he love.”
“Hey Harley? Can I come in?”
“Hey I gotta go, I’ll call you back in a bit”
“Alright bud.”
Harley quickly disconnected the call “Yeah c’mon in Parker.” The blonde shoves his pack of smokes and lighter in the desk drawer
Peter scrunches up his nose as he walked in “You were smoking.”
Harley shook his head. “Yes bloodhound I was smoking. Gunna rat me out?”
Peter rolled his eyes “Noo! I just can’t help that the Spidey sense makes me super sensitive with smells and stuff”
“Fair point. What’s up buttercup?” Harley flops down onto his bed, crossing his arms behind his head.
Peter sits down on the computer chair and spins it to face the other teen. “Just wanted to let you know me and Tones are going down to the lab for a few hours.”
“Oh?” Harley raises his eyebrows suggestively
Peter rolls his eyes “Get your head out of the gutter. Today is lab day anyway.”
“You know if ya’ll want some private time all you gotta do is get Stark to unban me from the rest of the tower.”
“I’m pretty sure his nephew being on the same floor would not affect him. Sound proof walls are a thing.”
Harley’s eyes widen in horror. “Please tell me you haven’t ...” When Peter doesn’t respond Harley shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t want the answer to that.”
Peter laughs. “Anyway if you need anything just let Friday know and behave!” Peter gets up and starts to walk out, stopping in the doorway to holler over his shoulder “Oh and Harley? Quit smoking, it’ll kill you”
Harley shakes his head, wondering if his room is sound proof. Now there’s a thought. Maybe he could sneak somebody in tonight after all.
#starker#starker fic#mine#superheros get bullies too#chapter 4#new chapter#ironspiidey writes#a03#tony is done taking shit#flash is a dick#harley keener is a good bro#harley is a good bro#endgame what endgame#tony is tired of his nephews shit#harley just wants to protect peter
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all I ask - part nine
warnings: language, y/n is down bad, buuttt maybe something clicks
pairing: peter parker x reader
word count: 3.2k
masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part ten
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"There's a lot of restaurant jobs hiring?" Peter suggested, "Pay looks kind of shit though."
You peeked over his shoulder at the specific one he was looking at, frowning. He seemed insistent on helping you find a job ever since the week before when you told him you would stop the whole Black Cat thing. It was sweet, and you tried to hide the fact that you were just thrilled he even wanted to spend time with you - but it was also getting tiring.
With a sigh, you leaned back against his desk chair, "I've been to that one before. The management seems terrible."
"Ah," he clicked away, scrolling down the job website further, his expression pretty much reflecting that there wasn't anything better.
"I would be a horrible waitress anyway," you muttered, adjusting your mask, "One person would have an attitude with me and I'd get in a cat fight."
"So customer service out of the question, then," Peter chuckled.
"That gets rid of pretty much every part time job for a high schooler, though," you frowned, "This is harder than I thought it would be."
He looked over at you, a frown on his face. "I mean...I got a job? And it's not in customer service...technically."
"Yeah, that's different," you rolled your eyes, "You're crazy smart and everyone loves you. I'm sure Tony Stark was begging you to join his internship, even."
This time he rolled his eyes, chuckling as he went back to his computer. But the smile on his face faded, before he sighed and looked back at you.
"Cat...you don't have to stop, you know," he said quietly, and you looked at him, "Seriously. I don't exactly agree with it, but I don't want you to hate me for making you stop, either."
"Peter, you aren't making me stop," you promised, "I don't want to do this anymore. Honestly, even before I met you, I was getting tired of it. I'm sick of dealing with Spider-Man every night, I'm sick of the newspapers and walking around knowing I'm not liked. I don't like what I'm doing. And if it means you'll feel better about the bond...then there's no question. Also, I don't think there's anything that you could do that would make me hate you."
He had a weird expression on his face, almost as if he doubted your last statement, but he spoke before you could question it.
"Maybe you could get a paid internship, like I have," he suggested half-heartedly, and you shrugged.
"I don't know, you're way smarter than I am," he looked like he wanted to protest that, but you continued, "But I can look into that, too. Thanks for the suggestion."
You wrote it down on the little notepad he gave you, running your eyes over the list again. "Cool, so we got internship, book store, and coffee shop. I mean, there's a million of those in New York, surely one of them would be feasible."
"I think if you can handle the stress of stealing from rich people, you could probably handle a customer mad about the wrong type of milk in their coffee," Peter chuckled.
"Hey Peter, you home?" You both tensed when you heard May's voice down the hallway, and Peter shot up from his chair and pulled you up from yours.
"Get in the closet!" He hissed, and you threw your hands up but complied anyway when he gently pushed you toward it.
"There's a joke in here somewhere-"
He shushed you, making you roll your eyes while he shut the door. You crossed your arms and sat down, thinking this was really pathetically stupid, but you couldn't blame him. Aunt May would probably have a damn heart attack seeing Black Cat in her nephews bedroom.
"Hey, May," Peter said quickly when he opened his door, and you sighed at his attempt at acting like everything was normal. Luckily May didn't seem to notice.
"Are you going out tonight? I packed a dinner because I know you don't spend enough time when you're out there-"
"Yeah, yeah, definitely going to the internship, absolutely," Peter said quickly, and it seemed like May had finally caught on that he wanted her out of there.
After a beat, she whispered, "Do you have someone in here?"
"No, no, I'm...on a video call. With, uh...Y/N," he forced a chuckle, and you put your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out loud. If he only he knew how funny that statement was.
"Oh, tell her I said hi!" May said quietly. It was hard not to burst out laughing when Peter finally opened the closet door with a stressed look on his face.
"I cannot believe you shoved me in your closet," you grumbled, but accepted his hand and let him help you up.
"Sorry," he winced, "I panicked."
"I could've just gone back out the window," you made a face, but your tone was teasing.
"Sorry, sorry," he continued, sitting back down and running a hand over his face, "I didn't think she was home."
"I mean, she lives here," you pointed out with a snicker, sitting back down in your chair across from him.
"Yeah, I just...wasn't thinking," he rubbed his temple, going back to his computer.
He went silent again while scrolling down the jobs page, and you could tell by his expression he had something to say. You had a pretty good idea of what it was when he looked back at you.
"At some point...you should probably tell me who you are," Peter said softly, and you knew he was right. "I mean...how long are we going to be hiding you in my closet? If you tell me who you are, you could just come here without the cat costume."
You felt hopeful at that - he wanted to see you without the mask. But you were still worried that maybe when he found out the truth, he'd change his mind. You'd been lying to him...a lot. If you told him the truth and it set you back to square one, you weren't sure if you could handle going through it again after all this.
"I know. I know, I just..." you hesitated, "I'm trying to work up the nerve to."
"You know..." he hesitated before reaching a hand out, taking one of your gloved hands in his, "I don't want to rush you, either, but...I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"I don't?" You asked a little warily, but the expression on his face made you trust him a little more. His hand squeezed yours, and you felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach again as he smiled at you.
"You don't. I promise."
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"This place is so dope!" Ned was grinning wider than you'd ever seen, and it made you smile, too. "Come on, I need to see if they have the latest Ahsoka run."
"Ned," you laughed when he grabbed your hand to pull you inside, "What about Peter?"
"He'll meet us inside, just come on!"
You let Ned pull you into the new comic book shop that he and Peter had been raving about since they announced the opening. There was one that you all liked to frequent that had been in perfect proximity of the school, but it closed down months ago. This one opening was like a blessing, more so to Ned and Peter, because it was Star Wars themed.
Usually you would drag MJ to join you so you wouldn't get confused about a genre you didn't know much about, but she couldn't come this time. But you still went - you loved hanging out with Ned and of course, you'd never complain about more time with Peter.
Ned unintentionally ditched you for one of the comic rows, while you stuck behind to look at the small book collection they had. Peter was running late, anyway, so you could take your time browsing before he showed up.
You noticed a "now hiring" sign on the front counter. This place was cool - plus your friends were into comics, so maybe they'd visit you. The pay probably wasn't great, but really, you were seventeen and had no job experience that you could put on a resume - what was the harm?
While Ned was distracted with the Star Wars section, you snuck to the front to get more information. After a short but nice conversation with the manager, you had a business card and he took one of the resumes you carried around, which was more than you had from any of the other jobs you'd applied to.
"Are you looking for a job?" Ned's voice made you flinch a little, and you realized he was peeking at the card in your hand. He must've finally noticed you sneak away.
"I don't know, it might be fun to work here," you tried to sound serious, but Ned laughed.
"You don't need a job, aren't your parents like, crazy rich?"
"Yeah, well, not exactly," you rolled your eyes, "I don't know, I just think some extra cash would be nice, you know?"
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," Peter jogged up to you both, looking like he ran the whole way here from his apartment. "What's up?"
"Y/N is looking for a job, dude," Ned pulled the card out of your hands, making you glare at him, "She just asked them for their business card."
"I was curious," you protested, noticing when Peter gave you a similar look to how Ned had earlier. "I mean, I don't have any job experience, and we're meant to go to college soon, so?"
"So you want job experience from...a comic book store?" Peter asked slowly, and you sighed.
"Experience is experience," you mumbled, grabbing the card back and changing the subject, "Ned, you should show him that Star Wars thing you found."
Luckily, mentioning Star Wars around Ned was the perfect distraction, and he dragged Peter over to where he was before. Peter gave you a funny look, but followed his best friend anyway, which made you relieved.
You hadn't planned on either of them knowing you were applying to jobs, especially not Peter. He was smart and would've connected those dots way too easily if you were suddenly looking for a job at the same time as Black Cat was.
Peter seemed to get sucked into the same stuff Ned was looking at, so you didn't have to worry about him asking any more about you looking for jobs, thank goodness. You followed them around, not feeling left out at all, because Peter would turn to you every few minutes and excitedly ask your opinion on something.
It would've been inevitable not to fall for this dork.
Finally it was clear you had all been there too long, and the three of you called it quits. No one ended up buying anything except Ned, who had apparently saved up and waited months for his thing.
"We'll walk you to the station, Ned," Peter glanced at you, as if daring you to object to his next words, "And then I'll walk you home."
"Fine," you sighed dramatically, "Only cause I promised."
He gave you a smug grin, and you made a face before looping your arm through Ned's, "You guys ready for finals?"
"Hell no," Peter threw his arm over Ned's shoulder, and you snorted.
"You're that annoying friend that says they'll fail and then get's straight A's, you know that right?"
"She's right dude, you're awful," Ned agreed, and you gave him a fist bump.
"You never know, I could definitely fail, I've been really busy lately with the internship," Peter shrugged.
"Well I know for sure that finals are gonna kill me, I slept through the last lecture in English and I know she's going to quiz on that," Ned complained.
"Wait, were you even listening? She said that lecture would be the basis of the whole final," you frowned, and both Ned and Peter groaned.
"You're kidding, I didn't take notes either," Peter sighed dramatically, before giving you a crooked grin, "But I bet you did."
"What is with you and copying my work," you gave him a look, but he clasped his hands together and made a face similar to how he had when asking to look at your soulmate essay all those months ago. If you couldn't say no to it then, you definitely couldn't say no now. "Ugh, fine."
Peter and Ned high-fived, and you wished you had the willpower to ignore Peter's cute brown eyes when he asked for anything.
"You guys are going to be the death of me," you muttered, "I have them at home, I can send you a picture."
"No offense Y/N, but you're the worst photographer," Ned shrugged, and Peter elbowed him, "What! Just, every time you send a picture of notes I can barely read them."
"Hey," you pouted, "Maybe if you guys just took notes in class-"
"Why don't I go with you to your place and just pick them up," Peter suggested, "Since I'm walking you home anyway. Then I can take pictures so Ned doesn't complain."
You shot Ned a dirty look, "Fine. You want to come too, or do you trust Peter's picture taking skills?"
"I have to get home before dinner or my mom might kill me," Ned frowned, "But I guess Peter's are a small step above yours."
"If you aren't nicer to me I'm not going to let him send you those notes," you threatened, and Ned fake cried and hugged you.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't fail English! I need you!"
You forgave him with an equally dramatic hug, making Peter almost die laughing. The sound of it made you wish he'd never stop.
He seemed much happier than he had in the last several months, and it almost made you giddy. As far as you could tell (as it was kinda obvious), his horrible moods had been due to your click, but now he seemed like he accepted it but also...was happy about it.
It made you feel so much better that you had kept trying to get him to like you - and it made you realize that maybe it wouldn't have to end badly.
You both waved goodbye to Ned at the station, before hopping on another subway toward your apartment. He shared an earbud with you, and you had to try to keep from smiling as he let you take the window seat. You couldn't wait for it to be like this with him as Black Cat, and maybe even more considering the whole soulmate thing - but you were patient.
He was right, in that you needed to tell him the truth. You wanted to, especially now that he was clearly doing better with the idea of it. But you wanted to tell him as Black Cat, so he could at least prepare himself for that shock. Considering you lied and told him you only met him once, you were probably the last person he expected to be his soulmate.
You were lucky you happened to hide your suit under your bed after visiting him the night before, which you didn't usually do. Since you had the apartment to yourself, there just wasn't a need - but now that you weren't wearing the suit anymore except to just go see him, you didn't find it necessary to leave it out all the time.
"Sorry if it's a mess," you said sheepishly as you held the door open for him, "I didn't think anyone would be coming over."
"Please, have you seen my apartment lately?" He scoffed, taking a look around before narrowing his eyes at you, "And hey, you changed it since the last time I was here."
"Yeah, you haven't been by for like six months, since you're always so busy," you accused, leading him to your bedroom. "And I didn't change it that much."
While he wasn't looking you used your foot to nudge the rest of your suit further under the bed. Now was definitely not the moment you wanted him to find out.
You grabbed your backpack to pull the notes out while he seemed to take in the changes you made, snickering at one of the pictures on your wall. "Tell me MJ knows you have that up here."
It was a picture of her knocked out on the bus to a field trip, and you chuckled as you remembered taking it. "Oh, absolutely not."
"Well I'm telling," he pulled his phone out to take a picture of it, and you shook your head as he did.
"Fine, she still likes me more anyway."
"Hey!" He protested as you placed the notes on your desk next to him. "Also, the pictures you take are perfectly fine, by the way. Ned just needs glasses."
"I knew it," you crossed your arms, and he chuckled as he took copies of your notes anyway. "Oh shit, I have more, I had to switch notebooks halfway through."
"That's because you take way more notes than necessary," he laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him, going to get your other book.
"You're lucky I take notes or you and Ned would be screwed right now."
When you found it after about five minutes of digging through your mess of a backpack, you cheered and brought it back to him. He seemed to have stopped copying the notes, his eyes now focused on your photo wall again, something unreadable in his expression that made you raise an eyebrow.
"Where'd you get that?" Peter asked, his voice sounding off. You followed his gaze, finding the picture you had pinned back up to your wall after Spider-Man found it. Remembering that night gave you a bad taste in your mouth, but you forced a smile for Peter's sake.
"Oh, I took it at regionals, remember?" You chuckled, "That one seemed nicer to hang up than the other ones where you were just flipping me off."
Peter didn't say anything, so you looked back up at him. He was staring at you now, his eyes wide like he just had some kind of That's So Raven vision. "You okay?"
"Um..." he hesitated, "Yeah, yeah, just remembered I promised to get May eggs, and she's baking something tonight, I'm gonna be so late if I don't leave right this second. She'll kill me if I don't get those eggs. Like right now."
"Okay," you said a little slowly, the expression on his face almost worrying you. You were pretty sure she wouldn't kill him over some eggs, but his suddenly panicked expression told you maybe you were wrong. "Did you want to take my notes with you?"
"I-I'll just get the rest of them at school next week," he stepped back, almost tripping over the leg of your desk chair, "I'm sorry. I gotta go."
"Yeah, go, you're fine," You gave him a confused smile, "Is she really going to kill you over late eggs?"
"Yeah, well, I don't like breaking promises," he said quickly, almost hesitating, "See you later, thank-thanks for the notes!"
He was already out of your apartment before you could respond.
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Party Favors
Pairing: Loki x reader
Summary: Loki comes to the rescue when your nephews’ birthday party is on the brink of disaster.
Warnings: some curse words and implied smut; fluff
Disclaimer: Gif not mine
“No! Don’t run there. It’s slippery.”
“Hang on, the bathroom’s right inside.”
“There’s going to be cake later, and you don’t want to get a tummy ache.”
Gosh, kids were tiring. You’d promised your sister, Katie, that you’d help out at your nephews’ birthday party. It was a sticky summer afternoon, but the heat did nothing to slow down the thirty-something kids running around the backyard. Between neighbors, classmates, and camp friends, the birthday boys had quite the guest list. Your sister and brother-in-law were both chaperoning the party, along with some other parents, but you were still outnumbered. Even if you weren’t, kids in large groups seem to have a penchant for trouble. It sure didn’t help that they were all at the age where chaos seemed like average fun.
Spotting the twins, you decided to take a few photos for your sister, who was busy running around to make sure everything was running smoothly. “Hey, Timmy. Hey, Tommy. How’re my favorite nephews today?” you said after snapping a few shots.
“But Auntie (y/n),” Timmy started, “we’re your only nephews.”
“Yeah, and we’re eight now,” Tommy continued for his brother. “You can’t trick us anymore.”
“We’re big boys now,” they finished together.
“I guess you are,” you replied, laughing. “Not too big for the bouncy house, I hope.”
“Of course not, Auntie. Bye!” they shouted, running towards the inflatable castle.
You walked over to the boys’ father, Lucas, and helped him check all the Slip 'N Slides and water balloon supplies. Just when you thought you might get through the day without any disasters, your sister came running up to you and Lucas.
“The clown just cancelled. There was a huge traffic jam and he can’t make it in time,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper.
“That’s all right,” Lucas said. “I’ve been saving some grade-A dad jokes for a situation like this.”
Both you and Katie groaned, eliciting a hurt scoff from her husband. And then a genius idea hit you.
“Wait a minute, guys. I literally work with superheroes.”
A few years ago, you’d scored a position at Stark Industries and, though you’d never worked in the field, often helped the team from the lab. You’d even played a large role in designing Tony’s latest suit.
“Could you really get one of them to come? I mean, aren’t they busy?” your sister asked.
Truth be told, you weren’t sure that they were free, but they definitely owed you a favor. You’d saved their butts more times than you could count. It was, at very least, worth a try. You found the quietest place you could, then called Tony. Then Thor. Then Steve. Then Nat. None of them picked up. In a desperate last attempt, you phoned the Tower hoping someone would pick up. F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered and confirmed the presence of one Avenger in the Tower. You immediately asked her to put them on, not bothering to check who it was.
“Hi. I have an urgent matter and need to call in a favor.”
“And since when do I owe you one?” a smooth baritone came from the other end of the line.
Shit, you thought, of all the people in the Tower it had to be him. You and Loki got along well enough, but you weren’t friends, per se. The two of you constantly kept up a witty banter that was often flirtatious. The others teased you about it, and you were sure they placed bets on which one of you would ask the other out first. That, of course, was stupid, as Loki obviously did not feel that way about you. And how you felt? Well, it was best not to dwell on it.
“Oh, hi Loki. Sorry, you weren’t who I was expecting. Where’s everyone else?”
“Out at the movies. They should be back in half an hour, if your urgent matter can wait that long.” You let out a frustrated groan, which prompted him to say, “Well, that’s certainly not how I imagined getting that sound out of you.”
You were thankful he wasn’t there to see you blush. You didn’t know if you could wait that long for the rest of the Avengers. That didn’t even include the time it would take for them to actually arrive. You were about to hang up and tell Katie she better try to find a replacement clown or magician when you got your second great idea that afternoon.
“Loki,” you said, “I’m sending you my location. Just come over as fast as you can. I’ll explain when you get here.”
Then you hung up before he could respond. You raced to the front of the house to wait but were nervous that he wouldn’t show. You didn’t have long to worry, though, because he suddenly materialized, making you jump a little. Sometimes you forgot that he could teleport.
“Your savior is here,” he declared, striking a dramatic pose.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. My hero,” you said before explaining the situation to him.
“Well, I’m afraid I’m not very popular with the masses, (y/n). I think you’d be better off waiting for one of the others.”
You couldn’t help but notice how he tried to hide the sadness behind those words. Before he could leave, you protested, “Kids may love superheroes, but you know what they love even more? Magicians!”
He raised a skeptical eyebrow at that. “I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion. Besides, I don’t much appreciate being reduced to a mere magician.” He stopped for a second to tap his chin as if deep in thought, before continuing, “But, I suppose if you ask nicely, I might consider it.”
You made your best puppy dog eyes and stuck out your lower lip while giving him a pouty please. He considered you for a moment before responding.
“Very well,” he said. “I will save you this time. Just remember that you owe me. In fact, I’ve already got just the thing in mind.”
The devilish grin he gave you with that last part caused an involuntary shiver to run down your spine. He noticed but decided not to push his luck. Besides, he genuinely found it cute. In fact, he found everything about you cute. However, he refused to acknowledge the way his heart beat faster when you took his hand to lead him into the house. As you were walking, he conjured a classic magician outfit for himself. Though, he opted to have green accents instead of the traditional red. When you turned back around to face him, you couldn’t stop the girlish giggle that escaped your lips.
“Like what you see, darling?” he asked, striking a pose.
“Oh, fuck off.”
Despite your harsh response, you were blushing. As much as you were loath to admit it, he was rather dashing in the suit and top hat. You felt a sudden rush of nervousness as you introduced him to Katie and Lucas. You could see on their faces that they were trying to figure out where they knew Loki from. The second they connected the dots, their faces fell, but the reassuring smile you gave them must have worked since they started gathering the kids for the show. In all honesty, you hadn’t thought about their reaction to his being there. Or the other parents’ reaction, for that matter. It was hard to remember that the world was still clinging to the madman he’d been at the battle of New York when you knew he was just a witty prankster. Actually, he did a lot of good for the world. To you, he was just Loki.
You offered him a grateful smile as he stepped up in front of the kids and introduced himself as Loki the Magnificent. For as reluctant as he was in agreeing to this, he was putting on quite a show for them. It was a good thing, too, considering how brutally honest kids could be. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when it became apparent how enraptured all the children were with his act. He even brought Timmy and Tommy onstage to assist him with a few tricks. You made sure to take tons of pictures, partly for your sister, but mainly to tease Loki with later.
Once he finished his last trick, the kids were seated at various tables and the cake was brought out. You wanted to run up to Loki and thank him, but you had to help distribute the cake. After double checking that all the kids got a slice, you brought a piece to Loki.
“Hey, you were great up there. And I guess you really saved my ass,” you said, mumbling the last part.
“It was my pleasure. Believe it or not, I had fun.”
He raised a bit of cake on his fork in a sort of salute to you. You fully expected him to leave once he finished eating, but, to your surprise, he stayed even after all the guests had gone. You two were cleaning up the junk in the backyard when you found yourself thanking him again.
“Really,” you said, “I don’t know what we would have done without you.”
“Well mortal, let this be a lesson on how superior I am and-”
His sentence was cut short by you dumping a bucket of water down his back. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t notice him get one of his own to return the favor. You shrieked in delight as he started hurling leftover water balloons at you. You ran away from him, but his aim was impeccable. Pretty soon, you were drenched. Though you were able to seize some ammunition of your own, you were no match for the god.
“Okay, okay,” you shouted to him, bent over, trying to catch your breath. “Truce.”
“No way,” he replied, running up behind you and grabbing you by the waist. Lifting you into the air and spinning, he said, “I’m claiming this as a victory!”
Your laughter was making such a racket that Katie came to see what was going on. Through giggles, you apologized to her, but she just waved you off. Seeing as you and Loki were both sopping wet, she thanked you for all your help and sent you home to dry off. You wondered why she didn’t let you stay there to do so, but the smirk on her face answered that. Rolling your eyes at her, you said goodbye and then shouted farewells to Lucas and your nephews, who were inside.
You and Loki made your way to your car in a peaceful silence. You offered him a ride, but he insisted on teleporting you home instead. Only problem was, he brought you straight to his bedroom, not your home. You gave him a quizzical look that demanded he explain himself.
“Don’t forget, little one. You owe me a favor.”
“Oh yeah? Bring it on.”
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After their movie ended, the Avengers tried to return your calls. You never did pick up. They didn’t have to wonder why for long, though. The sounds coming from a certain bedroom answered that question perfectly.
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Love Consent
This is for anon who request about Tony wants to date Peter and goes to aunt may for consent to date him. Protective Aunt may give the billionaire a shovel talk
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Chapter 1: Feelings
“Thanks for letting me stay here in the lab so I could do this project for the science fair, Mr. stark!” Peter said as giving his mentor his usual pretty enthusiastic smile, a smile that would make anyone melt.
“No problem kid, Its your lab too since your mi... my protege and all.” Tony smiled back slightly as he scratches the back of his head.
“Anyway, do you need help carrying that to the limo, you might be tired to carry it,” He asked, lowly pinpointing at the box that peter is carrying.
The box was slightly heavy to be carried since half of the project that peter made is big. The other half was with Ned since the two are a team and bring to the fair soon.
Peter swayed his head with a chuckle that sounded like an angel from heaven in tony’s ears. “No I’m fine, Mr. Stark and besides, I have super strength” He confidently replied before carrying the slightly heavy box with one of his hands.
Tony widened his eyes a bit with a forgetful expression that he was giving to peter. “Oh that’s right, I sometimes forgot that your spiderling. I must be really old” He half-jokingly said with a sheepish smile.
Peter chuckled, swing his head lightly. “Your not that really old, Mr. stark. Your still handsome as ever” Peter added as he didn’t notice tony slight blushed red on his cheeks.
“Y-yeah thank kid, any way you should get going before happy is leaving you” Peter widened his eyes as he forgot that happy is waiting for him in the limo to take him home. “Oh geez, I forgot about happy” He facepalm before heading to the lab door.
“Thanks for reminding me, Mr. stark. So See you next week!” Peter waved to tony before leaving the lab. Tony waved back with a smile. “Yeah see you next week, Kid” He replied, seeing peter leaving the lab completely before sighs and sat down on his lab chair.
“Oh shit Fri, I did it again!” Tony groaned, facepalming against his forehead as he was having some mixed feelings at the moment.
“What do you mean boss?” Friday curiously asked.
“Well baby girl, its about peter. Every weekend or every time the kid drops by, I am always blushing around him whenever he laughs, smiles, and hugs me. And not only that, I’m unintentionally saying the word mine. What is it baby girl” Tony explained, hearing his A. I hummed.
“Do you think, boss that you might have feelings for young Parker” Friday asked. Tony widened at his eyes in disbelief of what his A.i has said before he started chuckling a bit. Oh wow, no wonder.
Tony felt stupid not noticing this kind of feeling. its been a long time when he was together with pepper. Tony began to breathe in and out from laughing. “Hey baby girl”
“Yes boss”
“Do you think if I confessed to peter that I am in love with him, do you think he will reject me in disgust because I am an old man falling for a kid like him?” He asked, afraid that peter will reject him.
“Well boss, I don’t know but for you have try find out for yourself, and also you have to ask Mr. parker's aunt, May parker for consent to confess and date his nephew or else she might you smack in the ass” She informed as tony laughs again.
“Yeah your right, I should tell Aunt hottie for consent tomorrow since the kid is going to school tomorrow” Tony replied.
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you'll keep on rising until the sky knows your name
Peter is a single father and the avengers find out.
part two of single parent peter parker
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She knows it’s only a week, and that Peter is perfectly capable of looking after himself and Leia, has been since he was fourteen and she was a newborn, but a week can be a long time. That’s the excuse she uses when she calls Tony, asking if he would be okay with them both staying at the tower for as long as she is working across the state. She’s grateful when Tony agrees immediately. Not that she ever had any doubt that he would; she knows Tony sees her nephew as a son, even if he stutters out a denial every time she teases him about it, and knows that he loves having Peter around the tower, and loves when he gets to spend time with Leia. So, with the opportunity of a whole week with them arises, she has no doubts that Tony would say yes.
Peter is in the middle of giving Leia a bath when Tony calls him. He answers as soon as he gets the bubbles off his hands.
“Pack your shit, kid,” Tony says, not waiting for Peter to say anything when the call connects. “You’re staying with me,” Peter sighs as Leia splashes the water in the tub.
“You’re on speaker, Mr Stark. And,” He scoffs lightly. “Yeah, right,” Tony doesn’t sound apologetic at all when he replies.
“Sorry. Anyway, I’m serious. Aunt Hottie agreed.”
“And what am I meant to do with Leia, Mr Stark? You know, my child, who-”
“Obviously, the invitation is extended to Leia,” Tony cuts him off, and Peter can almost hear the eye roll through the phone. “If I’m being honest, Pete, the invitation was mainly for her, anyway. I want to hang out with my best friend for a week, but I figured I’d be nice and invite her annoying brat of a father as well.” Tony snorts at the offended sound Peter lets out. “I’m very hospitable like that,”
“Gee, thanks Mr Stark. Your generosity astounds me.” He smiles when Leia giggles as he piles bubbles onto her head. “Mr Stark, it’s a super nice offer, but you don’t want a three-year-old running around your fancy tower for a week,”
“Sure, I do. Sucks that I have to have an ungrateful seventeen-year-old as well, but I guess you’re a package deal,” Tony teases, laughing when Peter groans.
“Really, Mr Stark,” Peter tries again. “Really nice offer, but you really don’t want a toddler running through your house, crying and knocking things over and making a mess everywhere.”
“What, more of a mess than you make? Think she’s inherited your ability to make things explode with minimal effort?”
“I’m serious, Mr Stark,”
“So am I! She’s been around here before, kid. What’s the issue?”
“A few hours is a million miles away from a week. I don’t want to impose on you.”
“Hey, Leia,” Peter groans as Tony ignore him and turns his interrogation towards his child instead. “You wanna spend a week with your favourite Uncle Tony, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Leia claps as she answers, causing water and bubbles to splash over the bathroom. Tony laughs over the speaker.
“You heard the lady, Parker.”
“You’re turning my daughter against me, Mr Stark,” Peter groans as he hears Tony’s smirk. He does again when Tony gasps in mock offense.
“I would never! I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing. The slander!”
“Uh huh,” Peter replies drily. “C’mon, poppet. Out you get,” He picks Leia up out of the bath, smiling when she squeals slightly, and wraps her in a fluffy towel.
“Pack your shhi…. stuff,” Tony coughs. “Stuff. There will be a car out front in an hour,”
“Nice save. Listen, Mr Stark, are you really sure about this? You know how much stuff a toddler needs for a week? There will be stuff cluttering your entire place,” Tony just laughs again.
“Stop trying to get out of this, kid. Don’t worry about the necessities. I’ve got it covered. Just bring clothes and toys. Although, there’s plenty of those here as well. You know that. Just bring whatever she wants,” Neither of them speak for a few beats, and then Peter sighs.
“Fine. Leia, think about what toys you want to take to Mr Stark’s,”
“Good kid. See you in an hour,” Peter sighs again when the call disconnects.
“C’mon, then. Let’s get you dressed,”
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It’s almost exactly an hour later that Peter hears the front door of his apartment open. It would have worried him, had he not known how excited Tony was to see Leia. He almost felt bad about trying to get out of staying at the tower, but he can’t shake the feeling that something bad might happen. He knows, better than most kids his age, how unpredictable children can be. Letting one loose in Tony Stark’s house just doesn’t sit right with him, somehow.
“C’mon, Leia,” Tony and Happy hear Peter groan as they walk through the apartment. “It’s raspberry jam! You said you like raspberry jam!” Leia is giggling as she replies.
“Nu uh, Daddy,” Tony lets out a quiet laugh at the defeated sound Peter lets out.
“What do you like, then, trouble?” Tony and Happy stand in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Leia just smiles sweetly at Peter, shaking her head at every different food Peter names.
“Apples? Cheese? Pizza? Custard? Fish fingers?” Peter watches her, raising an eyebrow softly. “A monkey?” Leia just keeps smiling as she shakes her head again. “You’re not even listening, are you, pumpkin? A monkey is not a food,” He groans again when Leia just smiles at him, the smile on his own face betraying him. He takes half a piece of toast coated in raspberry jam and shoves it in his mouth.
Tony lets his and Happy’s presence be known by laughing loudly. He waltzes into the kitchen, ruffling Peter’s hair, grinning at the scowl that is sent his way. Leia’s face brightens up more when she sees Tony and looks up towards Happy.
“Unc’a Hap!” Happy smiles, small but genuine, and reaches out to let her grab at his hands.
“Good afternoon, Leia. I hope you’re not being a pain for Daddy,” The young girl shakes her head innocently up at Happy.
“Nah. You’re an angel, aren’t you, Leia?” Tony laughs as Peter rolls his eyes. “So, what do you want to eat, kiddo? If you could have anything in the whole world?” The other three in the room watch as Leia thinks for a few moments before she speaks.
“Pick’ on’ons!” Tony snorts and nods as Peter stands up and walks towards the fridge.
“Okay, you funky little weirdo,” Leia giggles as Peter whacks the back of Tony’s head on his way back from the fridge, jar of pickled onions in his hand.
“How many, princess?” Peter opens the jar, nodding and fishing out two when Leia holds up her fingers, placing them on her plate. “Eat up, then,”
“Pickled onions?” Happy asks as Peter puts the jar back in the fridge. Peter nods when he sits back down.
“Not the weirdest thing she likes,” He smiles up at his daughter. “Gotta keep these things stocked, Happy, gotta be prepped for everything. Haven’t I, kid?” Leia grins up at him when she finishes eating.
“Speaking of being prepared, you ready to go?” Tony asks, standing up and walking around the table.
“Sure. You got everything you want Leia?” Peter asks, taking the plate from in front of Leia and washing it quickly in the sink. He looks up when Leia doesn’t reply with more than a gentle hum. Her eyes are closing softly. “You have Bearbear?” She holds up a teddy from tucked up beside her. “Good, good. You can nap on the way, okay?” He smiles softly and nods up at Tony.
“Wonderful, let’s go then. Miss Leia, Mr Bearbear,” Tony bows down, much like someone would to for royalty. “Your carriage awaits,” He puts on a posh voice and picks Leia up, smiling when she tucks herself into his side. He doesn’t wait for Peter as he starts walking out the apartment. On his way through the door, he picks up smaller of the two backpacks sitting there, the one with Leia’s favourite cartoon characters on. Happy follows behind Tony, and Peter follows behind him, slower, picking up the other half piece of toast and holding it in his mouth. He picks up the other backpack as he walks through the door, locking it behind him.
“Took your time, underoos,” Tony says quietly when Peter enters the car a few minutes after him and Happy, swallowing the last of the toast and wiping the crumbs off his face. Leia is still in Tony’s arms, Bearbear tucked under her chin, a blanket wrapped loosely around her.
“Yeah. You sped off with my daughter, remember? Are you sure you don’t have, like, super speed or something?” Tony snorts but doesn’t reply. Leia shifts slightly under the blanket. “You know, all the parenting books I read before she was born? They all said that I should be sleeping when she is. You know, because babies have different circadian rhythms or something. Need to build them up, and that takes time, so parents should-”
“Pretty sure that’s just with newborns, Pete,” Tony rolls his eyes, smiling at the teen. “If you wanna nap just have one, kid. Don’t need to justify it to me,”
“You’re the best, Mr Stark,” Peter sighs as he lies down, resting his head on Tony’s leg. He smiles when Tony runs his fingers through his hair, lulling him to sleep.
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When Peter wakes up, there’s a pillow under his head, and a little finger poking at his cheek.
“Leia, sweetheart, let your daddy sleep a bit longer,” A voice says quietly, and the fingers stop poking his face. Peter rolls over, not awake properly. A moment later, there are fingers running through his hair again, and he drifts back off.
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The next time Peter wakes up, he actually wakes up. He’s on the couch in Tony and Pepper’s living room, the lights turned down low and a soft blanket covering him. He sits up slowly, stretching slightly, listening to the voiced coming from the kitchen. A tired smile grows on his face when he hears Leia talking excitedly, telling whoever she is talking to about what she did at play group yesterday. He wraps the blanket around his shoulders, staggering into the kitchen.
“Hi, Daddy!” Leia grins up at Peter from where she is sat upon the countertop when he places a kiss on the top of her head.
“Nice nap, sleeping beauty?” Tony smirks from behind his mug, eyes flickering up to the tangled mess Peter is sure his hair is in.
“Time ‘s’it?” Peter mumbles, leaning his weight against the counter as he opens the fridge, rooting around until he pulls out a bell pepper. Tony grimaces when Peter bites straight into it.
“About half six,” Pepper answers, smiling softly towards Peter. “You looked tired,”
“Daddy needed a nap!” Leia nods seriously as she speaks. “Juice, Mista Stark?” She asks, voice bright and back to normal. Peter smiles at the quick change, taking the blanket from around his own shoulders and wrapping it around hers before bopping her on the nose. He laughs when she scrunches her nose up.
“Pep, have you seen the juice we got?” Tony asks, pulling his head from where it is buried in the cupboard and turning towards his wife with a frown on his face. “It’s not in here,”
“It could be downstairs?” Pepper suggests, beginning to stand up. Peter speaks up before Pepper can continue.
“I’ll go and check,” He just nods when Pepper looks towards him, a question painted on her face. “You finish telling Mr Stark and Miss Potts your story, princess. I’ll be back soon.” He pinches her cheek softly before turning to the adults. “It’s a very good story. Worth the listen,” He smiles as Pepper sits back down and turns expectantly towards Leia, who immediately jumps straight back into the story that Peter interrupted about the ducks she painted.
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Peter hums softly as he makes his way down a few floors to where the other Avengers live. As soon as the doors of the lift open, the loud sound of the Avengers messing around enters his ears and continues when he walks into the kitchen where they are all gathered. He smiles at the sight.
“Hey, Peter!” Natasha is the first one to notice him, looking up from her carton of takeout food. Before Peter can respond, another voice lets out a laugh.
“So that’s why we haven’t seen Stark all day. You’ve been hogging him!” Peter smiles up innocently at Bucky, shrugging his shoulders as he begins to look through their cupboards. “How long are you here for, Pete?”
“A week or so. Aunt May got asked to work across state, she asked Mr Stark if I could crash here until she’s back,”
“What, May doesn’t trust you on your own now? Scared you’re going to be throwing some wild high school parties every night? Bringing all your, what? Three friends around?” Clint bumps his shoulder teasingly as he fills his glass with water.
“Hey!” Peter says indignantly. He snorts when Clint just raises an eyebrow at him. “Nah. Think she’s scared I’ll get lonely,” He sticks his head out of the third cupboard he’s looking through. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any capri suns up here, have you? Miss Potts said you might,”
“Ah, that makes more sense. We were wondering why we got those. Guessing Tony meant to get them sent up to his floor, right?” Steve asks, standing up and picking the two boxes up off the top of the fridge.
“Yeah. Thanks, Mr Rogers,” Peter smiles and takes the boxes from his arms. He turns his head towards the table when he hears someone laugh.
“Aren’t you getting a bit old for capri suns, mate?” Sam teases, ruffling Peter’s hair when he walks past, laughing again when the teen just scowls at him. “What are you, now? Thirteen?”
“Almost eighteen now, Mr Falcon, Sir,” Peter just smiles innocently over his shoulder when he sees Sam narrow his eyes. “And you’re kidding, right? This is the best juice out there!”
“What time are you out of school tomorrow, Pete?” Natasha calls after him as he walks towards the lift. Peter thinks for a moment.
“Not sure. Depends how long MJ keeps us for decathlon. Which depends on how annoying Flash is being,” He shrugs. “Should be back by five though. Half past, at the latest,”
“Okay,” Nat nods. “Well, we’re having a movie night. Tony and Pepper are joining us. You should come along,” Peter hesitates as FRIDAY opens the doors.
“I’ll see what I feel like when I finish my homework,” Peter steps into the lift, waving a hand over his shoulder when the Avengers call out a range of goodbyes.
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Peter has a free period last on a Monday afternoon, so he picks Leia up from her play group early before he goes to decathlon practice. When Leia first started going to play group instead of staying with a babysitter all day, Peter felt bad bringing her to practice, scared that his teammates were going to think she was a distraction. The team were quick to accept her though, and now she spent half of the practice finishing her nap, and the other half sitting between her father and her Uncle Ned, answering some of the questions that MJ sneaks in specifically for Leia. The toddler giggle when she gets questions about her favourite books right and the team applauds her. Even Flash, at the practices that Leia attends, is kind enough not to wind Peter up.
Peter loves being part of the decathlon team, but the practices Leia attends are his favourite.
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When they get back to the tower, Peter and Leia follow their normal routine as much as they can. They spend an hour or so sitting at the kitchen table, Peter doing his homework and Leia colouring in some pictures Peter found of Iron Man. Tony comes in as she finishes colouring the sparkling green high heeled shoes she’s added to his suit. He sits down next to her, talking to her about the additions she’s made to his suit, nodding seriously as she talks. Peter muffles a snort at Tony’s playful scowl when Leia, having been asked about the high heels, says “T’ make you taller, Mista Stark,”. Tony pretends to complain for a few minutes, a smile cracking through when Leia just giggles at his annoyance before he asks her to sign her name on the colouring and pinning it to the fridge. Leia has just about finished colouring in her Spider-man drawing when Peter finishes his homework and asks her what she wants for dinner.
It’s half past eight when Peter joins the other downstairs after bathing Leia and reading her a story, connecting the baby monitor in her room to his phone just in case. Everyone smiles up at him when he enters the room.
“You finish all your homework, honey?” Pepper asks, patting his arm softly as he walks past her.
“Yeah, Miss Potts,” He replies tiredly, using his foot to push Tony’s legs off the couch, grinning when the man groans. He sits down, shuffling around until he’s in a comfortable position, ending up with his legs thrown over Tony’s and his head resting on his shoulder.
“And everything else is okay?” Peter closes his eyes as he waves his phone in his hand. He feels Tony nod against him, and fingers carding through his hair.
He isn’t sure when he fell asleep, but Peter wakes up to his phone buzzing halfway through the second film. He squints from the brightness as he opens his phone, frowning at the image of his sleeping daughter. She’s tossing and thrashing around in her sleep, and even though there’s no sound on the video, he’s almost certain that she’s letting out soft whimpers. He locks his phone and stumbles to his feet, kicking someone who is lying on the floor and nearly falling over.
“You alright, Queens?” Steve asks him, gripping his arm to steady the teenager.
“Yeah. Just gotta…bathroom,” He mumbles out, not looking back as he stumbles across to the lift, jamming the button as he lifts his phone to his ear. Steve is the only one who hears him when he starts talking before being cut off by the doors closing, leaving the super soldier watching the closed doors of the lift, confusion over his face.
“You’re okay, baby. Just a bad-”
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Peter eventually manages to get Leia back to sleep, tucked into his side in his bed.
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The next night, Leia won’t go to sleep. She hasn’t slept all day, refused to nap at play group and now, even when her eyes are drooping as Peter rocks her gently in her arms, she refuses to let herself relax fully.
She eventually nods off in his arms, hours later, while Peter has a nature documentary playing quietly in the background.
“She finally go down?” Pepper asks quietly when she comes into the room. Peter glances at her watch as she walks past. It‘s nearly half past three.
“About ten minutes ago,” Peter sighs, whispering back. “Why’re you still up?”
“Had to drag Tony from the lab, just wanted to check on you,” Peter smiled up at Pepper gratefully. “Try and get some sleep, Peter,” She cards her fingers through his hair a few times and kisses his forehead before she makes her way back towards her and Tony’s bedroom.
It’s not even twenty minutes later when Leia starts whimpering in her sleep. She blinks her eyes open when Peter shushes her, peppering featherlight kisses against her forehead.
“Scary sharks again, princess?” Leia nods, burying her head in his shoulder. Peter doesn’t say anything about the tears he feels soaking his t-shirt, just rocks her gently as he stands up and wraps a blanket around her. “Let’s get you some warm milk, yeah? See if that gets you off, hey?” He makes his way into the kitchen, humming softly into Leia’s hair. He groans softly when he picks up the empty milk bottle out of the fridge. “Leia, you know I love Uncle Tony, but sometimes he’s a right pain in my as...butt. We’ll just have to go downstairs, Boo. Little adventure, then we can sleep in Daddy’s room,”
Peter rocks her gently, still humming her a song as he carries her down to the kitchen a few floors down, trying to be as quiet as he can to not wake the two super soldiers with super hearing and the two spies. He thinks he does a pretty successful job when he makes it back up to Tony’s kitchen, bottle of milk in hand, and no avengers awake.
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“What’s up with you, Barton?” Bucky asks the next morning when Clint is just staring at the wall in the kitchen. “You’ve barely said a word all morning,”
“Have you noticed anything weird about Peter?” He asks immediately, looking down at his mug of now cold coffee.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know how sometimes I sleep in the vents? Well, I was last night, and I woke up when someone came into the kitchen. It was Peter,”
“That’s not really weird, Clint. Kid probably couldn't sleep. He’s allowed to come down here,” Steve points out as he sits down next to Bucky.
“Well. No, I guess not. But he had something in his arms. And then he stole our milk. And he was like, singing or something. Generally being a bit weird,”
“What was he holding?” Clint shrugs one of his shoulders.
“I don’t know. It was dark. It looked like a pile of blankets. Weird,” He insists. “That’s why I’m asking if anyone else has seen him being weird,”
“Stevie, you said he was being weird last night, right?” Bucky offers, turning towards Steve.
“I didn’t say he was being weird. I said I heard something weird,” The whole room turns to look at Steve, waiting for him to elaborate. “It’s nothing. Just when he was leaving, I heard him on the phone. Called someone ‘baby’ and said something about something bad. The doors closed before I heard anything else,”
“You’re looking too much into things,” Bruce sighs, standing up. “Peter is a bit weird sometimes. He spends too much time with Tony not to be. God knows Tony’s done a lot weirder things when he hasn’t slept in a while,”
Clint shares a look with Steve. Neither of them believe this.
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On Thursday, Peter joins the other avengers for training. Normally, on a Thursday afternoon, Leia spends some time with May while Peter trains. However, with May out of town, and Rhodey in town, Tony volunteers his best friend for babysitting. Not that Rhodey takes much convincing; like everybody else who knows about Leia, he loves spending time with her, although he doesn’t get much of an opportunity with how often he is in the area. So, Leia is with Rhodey, Pepper is in a meeting, Tony is tinkering with Bucky’s arm in the corner of the training room, and Peter is sparring with Natasha and Steve when everything, as Peter knew it would, goes wrong.
Bruce jumps when the alarm starts blaring, red lights flashing through the room.
“What’s going on, FRI?” Tony barely glances up from the metal arm in his grip, not alarmed by the sudden noise.
“Colonel Rhodes has initiated lockdown procedure, Boss,” FRIDAY’s voice is as neutral as it normally is, the AI not capable of feeling the rush of panic that suddenly fills Peter.
“Wh…What?” He asks, his head snapping up towards Tony. The older man drops the screwdriver he is holding, about to start shouting when Rhodey comes into the training room and heads straight towards Peter.
“Peter! Peter. I need you not to panic,” He grips both of Peter’s arms in his hands, holding him still, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Okay. You’re definitely panicking,” Rhodey says, his own voice miles away steady.
“What happened, Rhodey?” Tony asks, coming up to the other two. He places a hand on Peter’s shoulder, hoping to calm him down. “Where is she?”
“I don’t…I don’t know,”
“You don’t know?” Peter’s voice is quiet, a mixture of angry and terrified. “What the hell do you mean you don’t know?”
“We were playing hide and seek. I’ve looked all over the floor we were on, I’ve gone through my floor, I’ve gone through their floor. I don’t know where she’s gone. But she’s got to still be in the building, Peter,”
“I swear to God, Rhodes,” Peter spits the name out, pushing Rhodey away and storming towards the door. “If anything has happened to her, I will skin you alive,” Rhodey swallows as he watches the door slam behind Peter, turning towards Tony, worry filling his eyes.
“It’ll be fine, platypus. She'll be fine,” Tony’s smile is a bit forced, but Rhodey relaxes minutely at the sight anyway. Tony turns towards the others, all of whom are watching the scene in silence, different shades of confusion colouring their faces. “Okay, guys. We’re looking for a small child, Leia. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, last seen wearing-”
“Spider-man pyjamas,” Rhodey cuts in before almost sprinting out of the door.
“And who is-”
“Not important right now, Steve,” Tony growls. “Find the kid, and when you do, let Peter know. Straight away,” He doesn’t wait for a response before he leaves the room, leaving the remaining Avengers looking at each other.
It turns out they don’t have to look for very long, only searching for fifteen minutes before FRIDAY turns off the alarms and announces that the lockdown procedure has been disabled. Tony sends a text out telling them that Leia was found in one of the intern labs, and thanks them for their help looking. They make their way up towards the intern labs, all of them stopping in their tracks when they see Peter.
The teenager is sobbing quietly as he hugs a child in his arms, sitting against a wall. His eyes are closed but there are tear tracks running down his pale face, his hands running through the child’s, Leia’s, hair, mumbling into her shoulder between sobs.
“Never again,” He is saying, just loud enough for everyone in the room, only his teammates now that Tony has ushered all the interns out, to hear him. “I was so scared. So scared,”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Leia replies, voice muffled and breaking. They watch as Tony moves over to the kids, helping Peter stand up and move towards the lift.
“I’ll follow you up, kid,” He sighs as Peter hugs the child closer, eyes still shut and body shaking. The doors close, and Tony sighs, before turning back towards the others.
“What-”
“You’ve got to let him explain,” Tony cuts in immediately. “Come upstairs. He’ll come out when he’s ready,”
They all go up to Tony and Pepper’s floor. Peter and Leia are nowhere to be seen, but Rhodey and Pepper are talking quietly in the kitchen.
“Are you alright, honeybear?” Tony asks, slapping the other man on the shoulder. The others file into the room, taking seats around the table.
“A damn sight better than Pete, that’s for sure,” Pepper places a steaming mug in front of Rhodey, and the man smiles gratefully at her.
“You know he doesn’t blame you. He was just scared,”
They talk quietly between themselves for almost two hours, before they hear Peter coming out of his room. When he comes into the room, nobody mentions how his face is blotchy and his eyes bloodshot. His jumper sleeves are too long and are covering his hands, one of which is gripping a baby monitor.
“How is she, kid?” Tony asks quietly, pulling a bottle of Peter’s favourite obscenely sugary drink out of the fridge and handing it to him.
“Asleep,” Peter mumbles, taking the drink from Tony with a grateful smile and drinking the whole thing in one.
“She’s alright, Peter. Everything’s okay,” Tony pulls Peter in close, letting his kid cry into his chest for as long as he needs. Peter pulls away after a few minutes, apologising for the wet mark he’s left on Tony’s shirt. “No, Peter. You don’t need to apologise.” Pepper comes over to them, taking the empty bottle out of Peter’s hand and replacing it with a full one, which he sips on slower than the last. Tony sighs when Peter’s eyes glance over to the other people filling their kitchen. “They saw you with her. To be honest, I think a few of them were getting suspicious anyway,” Peter sighs and walks and sits in the empty seat next to Bucky, placing a forgiving hand on Rhodey’s elbow and sending him a watery smile on his way past. There’s an awkward silence that fills the room. Peter clears his throat.
“So,”
“So,” Clint is the one to break first, watching Peter carefully. “A kid, huh,” Peter laughs softly.
“Yeah,” He smiles. “Leia,”
“How old is she?” Nat asks him, offering him a small smile.
“She’s uh, three,”
They keep asking questions about Leia, Peter talking with a smile on his face the whole time. It only falters when Bruce asks about the mother. Tony, Peter thinks absently when the man cuts in and stops that line of interrogation with a cough and a sharp look, is the best dad.
“Go and get some sleep, kid,” He says softly. It’s a testament to just how tired Peter is that he doesn’t even try to deny it. He just smiles up at Tony and pushes himself up, mumbling a quick ‘goodnight’ as he walks out the room. Nobody notices that Peter has left behind the baby monitor until a voice comes through, quiet but still clear.
“Love you, ‘Addy,”
“I love you more, Princess.”
#peter parker#tony stark#pepper potts#steve rogers#bucky barnes#clint barton#natasha romanoff#sam wilson#rhodey#single parent peter parker#peter parker fanfiction#irondad#marvel#mcu
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Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s sister
Peter Parker x sister!reader
warnings:
a/n: this is LONG
prompt: @coffeeaff: “Hc where y/n is Peter Parker's sister!”
let’s start this out by stating the obvious: you were Peter’s other half
ever since you were kids, it’s always been “Peter and Y/N”
sometimes you’d literally have to be pried apart bc you refused to leave each other’s sides
may and ben went from zero kids to two in a day and had no idea where to go from there
especially when you and peter had nerf wars
“what are we gonna do, ben?”
*ben, cocking his nerf gun* “it’s nerf or nothing?”
once your aunt and uncle got the hang of things, you were all one big team
peter and you started growing up and going to school
it was new and scary for you
you came up with a secret way to say “i love you” to each other bc you were afraid the 5 year olds would make fun of you
“the lion says hi” (you were 5 and you really liked the wizard of oz)
every year you got placed in the same elementary school classes, turning into some of the most delightful kids who kept to themselves most of the time and showed real promise
until one year they wanted to put you in separate classes to see how you’d do alone
you and peter simultaneously had tantrums until they called may and ben and calmed you down
“what’s that noise?” -teacher at least 35 doors down the hall
the school almost switched your class so you’d be together again, but ben decided that the two of you needed a little bit of space to grown on your own
which worked! now when you guys got home, you’d run to your shared room and tell each other all the third grade gossip
by the time you reached middle school, you were in half of each other’s classes and most of the same clubs
by high school, peter was begging you to join band and the decathlon team
you can’t tell me you guys didn’t take the same foreign language class to talk to each other
“j'ai renversé du chocolat chaud sur le canapé” (I spilled hot chocolate on the couch)
“je vais retourner le coussin” (i’ll go flip the cushion)
now here’s where things get interesting
you were the first to know about peter’s newfound powers
because you walked into your shared room while he was stuck to the ceiling
“hey, uh, i can explain in a minute, but can you maybe possibly help me down?”
it took you an hour
he fell on top of you
“sorry! sorry, sorry! i’m sorry”
“start talking, please”
peter explained that he had the powers for 2 weeks and he has gotten stuck to so many things
he was scared
“don’t tell anyone!”
“since when have i been a snitch?”
you and him using your science brains to figure out how to deal with all of this
then ben died and everything wasn’t so good for a while
you’d find each other crying alone a lot
then sitting together and crying
and comforting aunt may every chance you got
sometimes you and peter made cookies for her and now peter likes baking and cooking
peter decided to become “spider-man”
which you weren’t completely psyched over but you weren’t totally against either
“pros: my brother is a super hero, cons: it’s dangerous and if i lose you, me and may will be very very sad. we already lost ben”
thrifting together
clothes and electronics
“do we really have to go through the trash, too?”
“yes, y/n, there could be some really cool stuff here!” *peter holds up a mechanical keyboard* “score!”
missing trains together
walking to school/home together
showing each other new music
walking into your apartment and finding tony freaking stark on your couch
sitting with may on the couch until tony calls you into the room
“so you helped create the webs for his suit?”
“i have no idea—”
“y/n, he knows”
“yes, yes i did”
getting to work as tony’s engineer/scientist apprentice
“y/n, this is a little weapon that i am gifting you so that if peter ever does something stupid, you can lend a hand. that is all it is for, kapeesh?”
mr. stark this, mr. stark that
peter’s tired, bruised-ass self crawling through your bedroom window at 2am was actually pretty normal
you are his wingman
he had to copy your homework a lot
“you owe me”
you almost died on the washington d.c. field trip but you were the chillest person there bc you knew peter was nearby
“dude! why are you so calm?” -flash
(fast forward to infinity war)
“holy shit! we’re all gonna die!” -ned
you grabbed peter’s arm right before he left
“lion says hi” you chuckled with fear in your eyes
“lion says hi” he repeated, handing you his hoodie from out of his bag “if i lose this, may will freak. keep it safe.”
you and ned talking about spider business on the bus
“do you still have that thing mr. stark gave you? the secret weapon?”
“yeah but it’s not much use right now”
you seeing a certain spider being lifted into space
calling the suit itself bc you have access to the comms
“peter? peter, what the hell are you doing? come back!” you were staring out the bus window
*line disconnected*
you called pepper
“ms. potts? hi, it’s y/n”
“they’re in space”
“are they coming back?”
“god, i hope”
and then may dusted
and all your friends dusted
and you were freaking out
and pepper called you
“oh, my god, thank god you’re okay”
“are peter and tony okay?”
“i have no idea.” she’s crying now “is your aunt okay?”
“she’s gone” you’re crying now
“oh, jesus. okay, hey, don’t worry, everything will be alright. i’m gonna get you a ride to the avengers compound. everyone we need is meeting there”
waiting weeks to find tony and your brother
your hopes were so high when captain marvel brought the ship back
you, steve, and pepper got there so fast
but your heart dropped when you heard “i lost the kid”
pepper and tony decided to adopt you since you weren’t quite 18 yet and tony knew what it was like to be young and alone
and you looked up to tony and pepper anyways
and they had already started to see you and peter as their “crazy ass yet talented nephew and niece” (tony’s words)
you were a bridesmaid in the wedding, though
and you’d never had a sister, so morgan was pretty great
you babysat a lot after you left the house because you secretly liked being back home
when the snap was reversed, everything was really really weird
peter was 5 years younger than you
you fought against thanos in a suit that you built yourself
peter didn’t know it was you until you landed in front of him to protect him and lifted your mask up with tears in your eyes
it was the most emotional hug you ever had
may was super proud of who you grew up to be
but she was upset she didn’t get to be there during some of the most important years of your life
mourning tony with your brother, trying to comfort him the best that you could
telling him all about the past five years
still having one of the strongest family bonds you could imagine because that’s the way it is
#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman x reader#spiderman imagine#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#avengers#avengers x reader#avengers imagine
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Prompt: Peter Parker mourning Tony is going through his things and accidentally transports himself back in time. But he also just so happens to bump into Steve...whose now married to Peggy
Your ideas <3. Please be kind, I’ve only written Peter for some RPs and they’re not great, so…
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Where was he? Or when was he should be the question, Peter supposed. He didn’t know what happened. Pepper had asked him if he wanted to go through some of Mr. Stark’s things to keep and Peter had agreed. That’s what he’d been doing when his hand had touched a strange device and it vibrated to life, latching around his wrist. It refused to let go no matter how much he had tugged it. He’d just been about to scream for help when his voice was ripped from him and Peter found himself. Here.
Where was here?
He stuck out like a sore thumb in his jeans and hoodie, but luckily no one looked at him too much in this alleyway.
The air quality was cleaner, almost. And there were people in suits, hundreds crowded on the street. He watched a woman wearing a red hat, the color sticking out amongst the sea of dark-colored suits. His best guess? Back in time or another reality. A newspaper he’d passed said June 1951.
The year sent a shiver down his spine. He was back in time. Holy shit. He time traveled. Now, how the hell was he to get back?
The weird watch around his wrist lit up white and Peter bit his lip, figuring no harm could be done before hitting it. He found his outfit changed to something of a suit. It felt stiff and rigid and really itchy but it was a good cover.
Right, time to figure out where the hell he was.
It wasn’t like Peter was following the woman in the red hat. They were just going to the same place. She looked vaguely familiar like he’s seen her face somewhere. An article, a textbook. A photo. Maybe she was some scientist or someone who shaped history. He couldn’t place it.
When she turned to go into a diner, Peter’s stomach grumbled. He’d forgotten to eat this morning, too caught up in his mind to focus. His eyes followed her as she watched her bend down to kiss a man dressed in a green button-up. She smiled brightly at him and Peter saw the ring on her finger. He laughed at something she said and cupped her face lovingly. Normally PDA made him sick but something about this…softness made his heartache.
Maybe it was a look in their eyes that told the young teenager that these two had suffered so much and were lucky to be together. Maybe he was a soldier in the war.
Peter sighed and figured he needed to go elsewhere, maybe a library, maybe…somewhere with a lab. That would be a hard thing to find. He had to figure out about this thing on his wrist. He turned but something told him not to. Told him to turn back. He’d heard the front door open but hadn’t looked. He was still hidden in the alley.
The last he expected was to turn around and find himself face-to-face with Captain America. Steve. Steve Rogers in the flesh.
He’d known Steve had gone back in time, Bucky had told him.
He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry when Steve smiled at him and enveloped the scared teenager in his arms.
“Hey, hey,” he breathed as Peter hugged him tightly, a little too tight given Steve’s hitched breath. He combed his fingers through his hair. “Peter, what are you doing here? Did someone send you?”
There it was. The question made Peter breakdown even worse and through a terrible amount of tears and sobs, he managed to tell Steve everything. About how he was in Tony’s things, how this stupid bracelet wrapped around him, how he couldn’t get back. How he was scared. And his stomach growling just made it worse.
“Come on,” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “No use thinking on an empty stomach. Just keep your head down, if anyone asks you’re my nephew. Pegs and I will take you home to figure this out, okay? I’ll answer your questions later.”
Knowing Peter, there were questions.
Peggy raised an eyebrow when Steve brought Peter back inside and let him sit beside him. Steve ordered a large breakfast platter for the boy, looking back at Peggy’s poised face. Peter was trying not to stare too much.
“You’re Director Carter,” he whispered in awe. That caused Peggy to smile. “I-I read about you! In textbooks and did projects about you! The stuff-“
He stopped when Steve cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at him. Peter looked a bit sheepish and shrugged.
“Sorry…”
“it’s perfectly alright, Peter,” Peggy mused, patting the boy’s hand. “Steve has explained some things to me but nothing about another visitor. I suppose its another mystery to figure out. I’ll call into work, I can do it from home. You two can’t be left alone to this.”
No one questioned Peter or his huge appetite. Or why Steve was holding him close to his side as they got a cab home rather than risked walking.
Peter was confused about seeing Bucky at the Rogers-Carter home. He was in the back, tending to the garden, his left sleeve tied into a knot. “I rescued him,” Steve explained, earning a slap to his shoulder from Peggy. “We rescued him, I wasn’t cutting you out, Pegs, geez.”
He sat Peter down and got him some water, sitting across from him with Peggy beside him. Bucky had come in and looked startled at the young boy. “Did…you two…adopt while I was gone? I thought you were just meeting for breakfast? Why aren’t you at work?”
“Anyone tell you that you’re too nosy?” Peggy teased, leaning back into her seat, the phone cradled in her ear as she dialed a number. “Steve, it seems found a friend from his…future. We’re trying to figure out the rest. I’m working now, excuse me.”
While Peggy spoke to someone named Phillips and Devin on the phone, Peter looked around the home. It was warm. Homey. Loving. Filled with bits of life. A total difference from the one time he’s been in Steve’s apartment. There was evidence of these two lives together from photos to trinkets, to Steve’s jacket over the back of the couch, Peggy’s heels on the floor. He couldn’t decide if Bucky lived here or not. The man looked different. Happier. Much happier. Even if he was confused at the concept of Peter. Fuck, he was confused too.
“You two married?” The question came out in almost awe to Steve. He looked excitably happy at the rings. Peggy, for her sake, covered the receiver end to just laugh.
“We did,” Steve mused, giving a smile. “Maybe not the most…safest of weddings but it was one fitting for us.”
Peter wanted to question more but couldn’t. Not when Peggy was done with the phone call and Bucky was sitting in the recliner. They asked what happened again. And Peter told them everything, showing them the watch that wouldn’t come off.
Odd. It didn’t look like what they’d use to time travel earlier. Peter even knew that. It was something much older, making Steve wonder if Tony had fucked around with the idea of time travel beforehand. Maybe. He wouldn’t put it past him.
“We have to call Howard,” Peggy sighed. “The last I want this man to do is know about time travel but we have no choice. It looks like his work, not the work of your friend, Steve.”
Peter’s eyes lit up. Howard Stark? As in Tony’s father? The inventor and father of so many branches of science? Steve just laughed at how giddy the boy was. Like father, like son.
Howard didn’t exactly buy the nephew's story Steve tried to give him. He was a terrible liar. Plus, Peter looked nothing like him. In the end, they told Howard everything from Steve’s time travel to Peter’s. Even Peter learned some new things he didn’t know before the situation.
The man just sat back in his chair, rubbing at his jawline. His eyes falling to the boy’s wrist. “Right. We’ll talk about that later, Stevie but for now let’s help your friend out. Pegs, for now, I suggest you return to work like normal after tomorrow. Can’t let anyone know somethings wrong. Peter, was it? You’ll need to stay inside but it's fine. The house is secure and Steve and Buck can stay with you. Just don’t let them corrupt you.”
Bucky’s yelling could be heard from where he was taking a shower, Howard smirking as he bent back over Peter’s wrist.
There was something catatonic about working with Howard Stark. Howard didn’t know about Tony whatsoever and Steve never told him and warned Peter not to tell the man. Peter didn’t know much about Tony and Howard’s relationship but he could guess it wasn’t the healthiest by how Tony sometimes spoke of him. Like he was annoyed Peter worshipped him. He got the feeling that Steve was going to change that by how he’d look when they spoke.
Steve had changed lots. He was a married man but he was still Captain America. He told Peter that he was Grant Rogers in public and yes, it weirdly worked because people didn’t pay attention. The beard sometimes helped. He loved Peggy with all his heart and Peter saw how devoted he was to her and his best friend. They had a system.
Every morning Steve would wake up first and work out in the garage, sometimes jogging around the neighborhood. Sometimes Bucky joined. Peggy never did, she was not a morning person. Steve would make her coffee and breakfast unless it was a Tuesday and Thursday because then she met someone named Angie at the diner. For lunch, Steve would fix her something at the house and bring it to her. The rest of the day was spent fixing things around the house. He told Peter he bought it as a fixer-upper to give himself something to do in between Shield's work. He worked at Shield as strategic. He admitted he couldn’t go back to being Cap and Peter saw just how tired he was. The same tired he saw on Tony’s eyes when he passed.
Their routine worked around Peter. He got to join Steve in making dinner or lunch, learning how to cook on old technology, or just cook in general. He talked to Steve about everything, from Ned to MJ to school and how he missed them and he wondered if they knew he was gone. He got to help Bucky in the garden lots. He said gardening helped him out lots, to keep calm. He even met Bucky’s sister and her kids when they’d come over for Sunday dinner.
He got to watch Peggy and Steve work together as a couple, dancing in the evenings when Peter would read by the light. He’d watch them spar when neither could sleep, listen through the wall about nightmares and talking about their day, and how the war still haunted them, mistakes made, and decisions they wished they could change. Most of all he listened to how they loved one another. Yes, they bickered sometimes, especially if Peggy was exhausted, Steve was….a safe place and sometimes that came out as she could snap and get upset. The same went with Steve with Peggy but in the end, they’d always worked it out. Most of all, he got to watch them be Director Carter and Agent Rogers. Steve had started to work from home to take care of Peter and watch over Howard while he worked on the device.
Steve got a call from Peggy one evening when she was an hour overdue for dinner and mentioned an 084 in Florida. Steve was on the phone at once, calling in agents, and going through plans. Peter got to help by bringing him the paperwork, setting up another phone line with Bucky’s help [he guessed the man lived here now?] so Peggy could talk to Steve privately. This 084 situation lasted well over three hours before Peggy came home at 3 am and found Peter asleep Steve’s chest, the blonde still holding the phone, an arm curled protectively around Peter.
Yes, she took a photo.
The device took well over three months to figure out what exactly it was and how to reverse the effects of time travel. Howard went into some detailed explanation that only Peter seemed to understand because Steve just looked as confused. They had one more night together, one last dinner, and Peter thanking the Rogers-Carter family for everything.
“I’ll tell them you’re okay,” Peter said once they were outside in the beautiful garden he helped plant. “That you’re happy and Bucky’s happy too.”
“Thank you, Peter,” Steve sighed, pulling the kid close and hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna do great things. I can’t wait to see them. He loved you, you know?”
There was no doubt who Steve was talking about. Peter’s eyes grew misty and he nodded, patting the hand Steve held to his face. “Yeah, I know. It…hurts sometimes but he’s not hurting now. And working with his dad…it somehow helped. You promise you’ll…look out for them? My parents?”
Steve smiled. “Of course. I don’t go back on a promise. It won’t affect your timeline, but…the one here? He’ll have an amazing life with his whole family.”
The hug meant everything to Peter. It was one last round of hugs and goodbyes between the hero and the found family. Howard even showed up to wave goodbye as Peter set the time into the watch and hit it.
And just like that, he was back in Tony’s old bedroom, kneeling on the floor, with his hands in a box. No time had passed. It was still evening, still Manhattan.
Yet, Peter felt changed somehow, almost older in spirit. He touched the watch and gently pulled it off to throw it inside, making good on that promise to destroy it. He touched his pocket where Steve had given him his compass.
To keep him on the right path, always make the right choice, even if it was the most difficult one.
#Steggy AU#Steggy#Endgame AU#StevePeggy#Peter Parker#Its the son Steve will have#Or never have?#Heartwarming sad in a way#nonny prompt#Steggy Prompt#this is 2k#wtffff
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* finn cole, non binary + they/he | you know howard sellier, right? they’re twenty two and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to useless by i know leopard like, a million times this year, which makes sense ’cause they’ve got that whole blatantly ignoring someone calling your name, the same 4 outfits on rotation, being that person and waiting for someone to tie their shoe while others keep moving thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 1st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered.
hello it’s mackenzie with howard ( HOODIE ) .... this is long ( tw for ABANDONMENT, CRIMINAL ACTIVITY, SHOOTING / INJURY, ADDICTION, OVERDOSE, DEATH ) . won’t lie i’m tired and i originally played them in a different group so i had to rework things if they don’t make full sense i’m sorry i’m sleepy and also lazy so the ending sucks anyways . will add conenctions to my post asap. bye
it never bothered them, either, but it did set them apart from the rest of the kids in their classes in a way that most obvious to themself ( and made them more self conscious before they even know what that feeling was ) . sometimes there’d be backhanded comments or just straight up rude questions, but they’d never truly cared. them and their uncle had more of a father-child bond anyways, and they were treated as such by those who didn’t know the actual dynamic.
this is the one piece of his birth father that hoodie has, and they still doesn’t know who it is to this day. there’s not really much of a want to find out, because their mother obviously didn’t want them to go to the father for a reason, so.
growing up it was pretty lonely ; yucca valley only has about 20k residents, but it is located in the mojave desert , which means hot and spacious. there is such a distinction between this area and las vegas, which is only 2 hours away.
uncle nick is a ranger on the mojave national preserve , who mostly was someone that just acting as security. for hoodie, this meant during their younger years, there was a lot of roaming around the preserve and trying to find some of the abandoned mines, lol.
the relationship between uncle and nephew is a strong one during this point of life ; howard isn’t older than 10 when a showdown between criminals and the rangers happens. crime is a big thing in the desert and nick had done his best to keep hoodie away from it all, keep the kid sheltered as much as possible.
CRIMINAL ACTIVITY ? TW // it happens on an overnight shift and hoodie is with their neighbor. due to the large article of land the preserve is on and the vast amount of cars that pass through every year , it makes for a perfect spot to do various crimes ; there was a group of individuals who decided it’d be a good idea to dump unsolicited and illegal substances onto the property, including a soon-to-be abandoned car to hide other criminal activities that happened in other areas. las vegas is only two hours away, and it’s a commonly used spot to dump illegal drugs and other things.
GUN / SHOOTING TW // this group, however, didn’t like that they’d got caught ; they were stupid and left their tail lights on by one of the roads, and it’s suspicious to be out that late at night, doing some shady looking shit. naturally? the rangers approached, and were attacked ; uncle nick was shot, just once, in the abdomen. he lived, but things were different.
ADDICTION TW // he lived, but nick changed after - it’s no secret as to why, that would scar just about anyone not just physically. nick became addicted to the pills prescribed to manage the pain after the injury, and hoodie didn’t know what to do. they were still just a kid. this was the only adult in their life who seemingly gave a shit about them, who is just distancing himself further and further away. it hurts.
during this time, hoodie began to spend a lot of time with the other neighborhood kids. wasn’t exactly popular, but they didn’t care - and they taught them to skateboard, and how to be their standard of cool.
the more his uncle became distant, the more hoodie sought for refuge somewhere else. this place would be their neighbors house. the thatcher family was one that became like their second family, hoodie knowing full well that this is the kind of life he was supposed to be living
DEATH + OVERDOSE TW // when howard was 20, came home from work to find uncle nick passed out on the couch, blue in the face. they were alone in the world ---- and turned to the thatcher family, who took them in. natural as could be.
the move to irving came a few months after that ------ the thatcher child ( wc ! ) wanted a fresh start, and pulled hoodie alongside them.
OTHER INFORMATION ....
only answers to hoodie — call them howard and they will quite literally ignore you. howie is ok, depending on who you are. if u call hemt howard and they doesn’t throw up a fist you’re special <3
got the nickname in elementary school - even during the hottest days of the year, wear THE signature black hoodie. we get it you’re emo. it kind of stuck, and is a lot better than howard.
also will never introduce themself as howard unless it’s like a teacher or something DKCKLSDCKLSD
treats the hoodies like a security blanket ; feels safest under a hoodie that’s too big.
frankly not very comfortable with themself, in just about every aspect
probably skates around town and does tricks. no i know nothing about skateboarding but it’s still happening so i’ll play tony hawk ig
aCTUALLY played tony hawk pro skater on that shitty playstation 2 from a goodwill? yeah and so did i
also dresses like a cartoon character ; hoodie x5 in the same color, same shoes, same looking pants. pack it up greg heffley
loves the cat more than anything ; charlie has one eye and a short stumpy lil tail. king.
found charlie on the side of the road one day coming back from work and yes they is a softie sometimes, so they picked up the lil kitty and brought him home. they’ve been friends ever since and it’s also cats > people
YES is a cat person
probably listens to the chainsmokers. i hate. also stans ariana grande in secret
loves comics ( dc only bc i’m a dc bitch )
has a very problematic touch aversion. like. will allow it if it’s them touching someone else first, but anything else? they’ll flip out internally, not externally
a listener, not a talker. didn’t talk to anyone for a week just after their uncle’s death what they had to. probably won’t talk to you unless you talk to them first or if they really like you
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Did I already send you words for the WIP game?? I literally can't remember lol Just in case I didn't (and if I did feel free to do one or all of these anyway): wrap, drop, and/or wall
i REALLY need to work on that revolution fic omg
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And then, suddenly, she’s all he can see, and it—it's Aunt May, undeniably and undoubtedly, even though she’s aged two years and looks far more tired than he ever remembers her looking. It’s still her, looking at him with a shaky hand held over her mouth and her eyes welling with tears, and he can feel how badly he’s shaking, too, but makes no move to respond, to step forward. He feels frozen.
She must see something in his face, because her features crumble as she steps closer, reaches her hand out to cup his face gingerly, tenderly against her palm and says, “Oh, honey, what did they do to you?”
And that’s all it takes to make him fall apart.
There’s a familiar comfort that comes from May’s arms wrapping around his shoulders and cradling his head against her chest that feels far away yet just as enveloping as he remembers it being, a warmth settling into his skin like a blanket draped over his trembling form. “It’s alright,” May murmurs to him, words muffled slightly by Peter’s hair as she speaks against his temple. His arms wrap around her waist and clutch into the back of her sweater as a sob bubbles up from his throat, uncontainable and loud, and he hasn’t let himself really cry like this in a long time, because all his focus has been on comforting Lunella and Miles whenever they needed to cry, instead. “I’ve got you, honey. It’s alright.”
“May—” Peter croaks, and she quickly shushes him, carefully lowers them to the floor when his knees buckle and his legs can’t seem to hold him up anymore. He finds himself leaning against her chest and crying into the fabric of her sweater, feeling as she brushes fingers gently through his hair. “May—”
“You’re okay now,” May tells him, voice hushed and only slightly wavering. “You’re alright, Peter.”
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Tony squints at him, looking contemplative for a moment too long, making Peter shift uncomfortably in his seat, feeling as Miles nervously tightens his hold on his hand and May settles her own hand on his shoulder. Then, suddenly, Tony snaps his fingers together, points at Peter and exclaims, “The spider guy! That was you, right? With the—the, pajama’s or whatever, and the webs? Located in Queens?”
Peter blinks once, eyes going a bit wide. “I—I, uh—”
“It was definitely you,” Tony says, looking a bit smug as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I was in the middle of trying to recruit the guy when the government started working on those anti-enhanced bills and shit. I had it narrowed down to five potential people before I had to drop it, and you were number one on that list. I’m right, aren’t I? You were the spider guy?”
At the time, when Peter gained his abilities and decided to use them to help others—after Ben and realizing that he could have used them then—Peter had been determined to keep his identity away from it. After all, he knew May wouldn’t approve of her nephew swinging around the streets every night, and he knew that, if people knew he was enhanced, if they knew who he was, they could track him down, could find May, could hurt her, hurt his friends, just to get to him. He had only been able to be Spider-Man for a few months before the laws were put in place and he was taken to the containment facility, but during those months, that was rule number one—no one could know who he was. It just wasn’t an option.
However, things are different now. It’s no secret that he’s enhanced—everyone knows, all the people he went to school with, anyone who watched as he was dragged from his apartment and whisked away. May knows, everyone in this room knows, and there’s just no point in hiding it now, is there?
“Yeah,” Peter finally answers, after a long, tense sort of moment, clearing his throat and looking away. “That was—I was Spider-Man. That was me. I was… before I got taken, I mean, I was—yeah. Yeah.”
May squeezes his shoulder lightly, and he can’t tell if it’s a simple, comforting gesture, or a comforting gesture with the underlying message of we’ll talk about that later. Tony’s smug smile drops, as if reminded that these aren’t just kids, but kids that had been rescued from a government containment facility four days prior. “Well,” he says, not as uplifted in his tone but not exactly heavy in his words, either. “I have some questions about the spider guy. Who manufactured your webs, kid?”
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“But you have to sleep,” Lunella says, brows furrowed into a stern sort of look. “You’re healing.”
Peter lets out a quiet, light laugh. “Yeah, I know I am, Looney Tunes.”
“Then lay down, butthead,” Lunella tells him, pointing at the bed with something unwavering and determined solidifying in her features. “You have to rest if you’re gonna get better.”
Although he still isn’t confident that he’ll be able to get any rest, Peter doesn’t go against her instructions, leaning the crutches up against the wall before falling back into the bed with a dull thud. He scoots back, until he’s leaning against the headrest, then holds out his arms. “Come here, gremlins.” Lunella doesn’t hesitate to scramble onto the bed and latch onto him, cuddling into his side and resting her head against his chest. Miles, on the other hand, doesn’t move for a long moment, just looks at Peter in some kind of uncertainty, causing Peter to cock his head to the side and gently tell him, “I’m not gonna break, Smiles.”
Still, Miles falters, before letting out a shaky breath and saying, “I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“Maybe not little,” Peter says, “but we’re all still kids. C’mon.”
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Eye for an Eye: 5
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Warnings: non/dub con sex (oral, intercourse), violence, blood and death.
This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: Tensions build between the reader and Steve.
Note: I think I did okay here. Mob!Steve is back and he’s got a fight on his hands and he’s gonna fuck shit up but not without his number one lady at his side so let’s go. <3 Let me know what you think with a like, reply, or reblog!
The car ride was silent. Tense. You didn’t look at Steve as he sat beside you. Bucky drove with one hand, his left arm in a sling. He refused to stay back despite his boss’ orders. Their argument was as short as your own with the mafioso. The days bloodshed had put all on edge.
Steve’s fingers tapped against the leather seat and you stared out the window. The city passed unnoticed by your distant eyes. Had you really traded one tyrant for another? You were a fool to think Steve any different than Charlie. Both liars. Both wore masks to hide their true face. They played with others to get what they wanted.
You glanced over at him. His gold hair slicked back. His jaw set as his eyes bored into the seat in front of him. The little twitch along his cheek, the wrinkle in his forehead. Was he still mad at you or anxious for whatever covert meeting he had planned? You turned away and crossed your arms.
The car stopped in front of a restaurant. You knew the place, a favourite of Stark’s. You could guess who awaited you within. You sighed and rubbed your temples. You got out as Steve did the same, his door slammed right before yours. You looked over the car at him. He barely acknowledged you as he rounded the hood and grabbed your arm.
He guided you to the door and opened the door. He shoved you ahead of him. You wriggled free of his grasp and drew away from him. He sneered but said nothing as he waved you on. He stopped at the front desk where the hostess stood patiently. He gave Stark’s name was quickly led into the dining room.
You limped along as he shot you a sharp look. A warning. Not here. Not now.
You were led past the diners in the dim room and to a set of stairs behind the kitchen. You ascended to the private rooms and proceeded to the one at the very end. The hostess knocked once and opened the door for you. You followed Steve into the smoky space.
The door clicked behind you as Stark looked over from the table. The young kid, Peter, sat beside him, and the scarlet-haired woman, Natasha, stood by the wall. Another figure sat at the table. His grey-streaked hair and finely groomed goatee familiar as you came closer. He turned to watch you and Steve enter and his brows flicked up in recognition.
"Strange," Steve greeted pointedly and looked to Tony.
"Rogers," Strange stood and nodded in your direction, "Y/N."
"Stephen," You returned. The last time you'd seen him, you'd been on Charlie's arm at Strange's annual New Years party.
Steve pulled out a chair for you wordlessly and sat as you did. Strange waited until you were seated to return to his. Tony looked around and sighed. The tension was almost suffocating.
"Well, who wants to begin?" Tony said as he crossed his arms.
"Begin? I'm sure Strange isn't keen on crossing his own blood. I can't imagine there's much to say." Steve scowled. "We should send his pinky to his cowardly little nephew. Better yet, the whole hand."
"No need for that." Strange intoned. "That little mutt's already mauled my hand."
Steve glanced at Tony and back to Strange.
"He hit the kid. Then he hit my men again this morning. At the same time I expect he hit yours," Tony explained, "And Strange's."
"Is he fucking stupid?" Steve scoffed. "A masochist at least."
"A bold move but he is family," Strange remarked. "It'll take a lot more than a failed ambush for me to declare war."
"But you're here," Tony countered.
"I am. But not to talk to you," Strange's serpentine eyes focused on you. "You don't know my nephew. You are his enemies. I will not betray my own blood on the word of his foes."
Steve glanced over at you and you gulped nervously. "I'm afraid I'm not very much of an ally to him these days." You said.
"So I've heard," He crossed a long leg over the other. "But I'd like to hear your side of it." He looked around at the others. "In private. Straight from the horse's mouth without the bit in."
He gave a terse look to Steve who gave a low growl. Tony nodded and gestured to the kid and Natasha. "Pete, Nat, let's go." He stood. "Rogers."
"How do we know this isn't some ploy? Charlie sent men after her this morning? Who's to say he hasn't outsourced the bounty." Steve didn't budge.
"Jesus," Tony huffed. "Strange, do you mind if Nat remains. An unbiased referee?"
"I see no issue with that," Strange leaned back and stared at Steve.
Steve shook his head and stood. You avoided his gaze as he reluctantly followed the other three men out of the room and Nat stood vigil against the wall. The door closed and you stared at the table.
"You knew about her for a while, didn't you?" He asked and you nodded. "So why now?"
"Sometimes it takes a gun pointed at your head to make you see sense." You lifted your eyes and met his. "Steve tried to barter. Charlie didn't. He would've let him kill me."
“So you’re Steve’s girl now?” Stephen prodded.
“I’m staying alive,” You returned. “If that means playing another part in this tragedy, then so be it.”
He nodded and a grin slowly spread across his face. “I always told Charlie you were smarter than he thought. Smarter than him, even.” He leaned on the arm of the chair and stroked his chin. “I don’t hold your slights against Charlie to heart. He had many of his own in turn.”
“So...what did he do?” You asked.
“Tried to lift a shipment coming into the city. Did a poor job trying to frame Stark and his buddies. Killed one of mine; got it out of one of his that he’s planning another three days from now.” His lip curled and his grin became a snarl. “He’d kill his own mother if it got him more money. Suppose I won’t feel so bad breaking the news to her knowing that.”
“You’re gonna work with Stark?” You lifted a brow.
“Well, I haven’t decided that yet, but I’ve already put the word out that I want Charlie’s head.” He said evenly. “But these things are easier with...help.”
“Why aren’t you talking to them then?”
“Because I wanted to ask you if it’s worth it.” He replied. “I know I can’t trust them, not really. Just tell me they weren’t planning the same shit as him.”
“They only want Charlie,” You held his gaze. “I only want Charlie. He tried to have me killed, goddamn if he thinks I’m not gonna return the favour.”
Stephen thought and dropped his hand as he sighed. “I always wanted to love him, for my sister’s sake, but I always knew this would happen.” He said glumly and looked over his shoulder at Nat. “Go get ‘em, will ya? We’ve got some stuff to sort out.”
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The meeting was almost a stand-off but at the end of the two hour tug-of-war, an accord had been forged. No part of the triad was completely happy, but none were entirely unhappy. They had a common enemy, a goal, and a plan. And they’d split the spoils evenly.
Steve led you out. This time he didn’t drag you and instead you trailed him. Bucky was parked just down the street and greeted his boss with a grunt as he opened the door for you. As you slid across the back seat, he looked over his shoulder and tilted his head. You shrugged and he looked back to the windshield.
“Take us to the house,” Steve ordered as he slumped back against the seat. “Then head back to the bar and make sure everything’s been cleaned up. And for Christ’s sake, get some fucking sleep, you stubborn asshole.”
Bucky scoffed and turned the engine. He pulled out into the congested New York traffic and Steve stared out his tinted window. You watched him. He looked tired. You felt tired. You tore your eyes away and peered out your own window.
You dreaded your arrival at his house; it reminded you of the cold, stony mansion Charlie had abandoned you in. You were anxious at the thought of being alone with him. Would he speak to you? Would he replay the scene once more? His hand around your throat as he used you. Or would he lock you away and leave you alone?
You were about to doze as you finally pulled up at the manor. You sat up with a jolt and clumsily opened your door as Steve climbed out on the other side. You stifled a yawn in your elbow and closed the door and watched Bucky drive off. The moonlight reflected off the dark cobbles as the sky grew darker and darker.
Steve nudged your arm. “Come on,” He grumbled. “It’s been a long day.”
You looked at him for a moment before you turned and headed up to the house. He exhaled heavily and followed. You ascended the steps and he reached around you to let you inside. You could feel his warmth despite his iciness. You entered the airy foyer and crossed your arms across your chest.
“Let’s go,” He started up the stairs. You followed reluctantly. When you reached the top he turned and grabbed your arm. You flinched. He frowned and released you. “Take a shower. Relax.” He said quietly. “I--” His eyes searched above your head. “It’s late.”
He cleared his throat and passed you. He waited for you at the door of his bedroom and you quietly entered ahead of him. He closed the door and crossed the room to the cabinet in the corner. He took out a bottle of dark scotch and you looked over at the bathroom. You left him and locked yourself in.
The shower whined and chased away your thoughts. You stepped under the stream and let it wash away your stress for a time. When you stepped out, it all came rushing back. Your hips were tender from being pinned against the sink and you sat on the edge of the tub to take the weight off your ankle. You stared at the door, longing to keep it between you for the rest of the night.
The handle jiggled but didn’t turn and the rap of knuckles against the wood bounced off the tile.
“You okay?” Steve asked. “We should talk.”
“I’m fine,” You called back as you stood.
Your ankle was worse. You’d left your crutches back at the bar. You clung to the towel and unlocked the door. Steve was already pacing along the foot of the bed. He peeked over at you and nodded. He forced himself to stop and sat on the end of the mattress.
“When you’re ready.” He spread his fingers across his thighs and you crossed to the armoire where Cindy had hung your allotted wardrobe.
You pulled a silk nightie over your head and hung the towel on a hook inside the door as you turned back to Steve. You limped to the armchair and sat heavily.
“I’ll have Bucky bring your crutches in the morning,” Steve said. His tone was soft, repentant. “You okay?”
“You gonna ask me a dozen more times until I confess,” You retorted.
“I’m sorry, I was angry.” He looked down as he spoke. “Frustrated, worried. You could’ve died.”
“And so that was your response?” You hissed. “And now, what? You got what you want from Strange and everything’s just dandy, isn’t it?”
“You threw a drink on me in front of one of my men. You know that’s how these things work.” He finally tore his eyes from the floor. “You were Charlie’s girl long enough to know--”
“I’m not your girl.” You snapped. “I’m your hostage.”
He went silent and stared at you. The same venom darkened his eyes as before. He didn’t like that. “Could’ve fooled me, sweetheart.” He growled. “You seem happy enough when I’m inside you.”
“Don’t be disgusting,” You scowled. “Sex is...sex. It’s meaningless. You said it, I was Charlie’s girl, I know I’m nothing but an ornament on your arm and when I’ve fulfilled my purpose, I’ll be tossed out just as easily.”
“You think I’m like him?”
“I know you’re like him. I saw it in that mirror. The look in your eyes.” You breathed. “You’re worse. I’d rather lay beside a man who won’t even touch me than a man who sees me as nothing more than a possession.”
He nodded and stood. He paced the space between you as he thought. “You don’t know me like you knew Charlie, not yet,” He stopped and crossed his arms as he glared at you. “But you will. And even when this bullshit is all over, you’re still going to be mine. Not my hostage, not my toy, mine. My woman. My rock.”
“Shut up, Steve,” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t try to butter me up with promises. You’re all the same, you think diamonds and furs can buy loyalty. All that gets you is a warm body in your bed.”
“I mean it,” He stomped towards you and you pressed yourself to the chair. He grasped the arms of the chair and leaned over you as you looked up at him. “If I just wanted your body, I’d be done with you by now. That day Charlie refused to barter, I’d have tossed you out to the wolves, naked.”
He lifted a hand and framed your jaw with his large fingers. Enough pressure to keep you still. “That night in the kitchen, we both knew it. I wasn’t going to kill you.” He inhaled and his eyes turned smoky. “You in that little nightie, on your knees, tied up. What a fucking beauty.” His hand slipped down and gripped your neck. “A king needs his queen.”
You blinked, your eyes glossy as tears threatened. His warmth was a prison as he loomed over you. “So when Charlie’s dead…”
“Oh sweetheart, did you really think that’d change things between us?” He smirked and his nose touched yours as he leaned closer. “I’ve already claimed my prize in this fight.”
You tried to push him away and he caught your wrists. He wrenched you up to your feet as you struggled against him. “Steve. Goddamn it.” You exclaimed.
“You don’t even know what you got, sweetheart,” He let go of your wrists and scooped you up in a single motion.
He slung you over his shoulder and turned so quickly you saw stars. He carried you to the bed and dropped you onto it with a jolting bounce. You tried to kick him away and he grabbed your ankle, sending a pang up your leg. You cried out and he pushed your foot away from him.
“Go on then. Get up and see how far you get on that,” He mused as he eyed your swollen ankle and tugged his tie loose.
“Steve, please, I’m tired,” You pleaded as you sat up. “We can talk tomorrow. I promise.”
“I’m done talking,” He flung his tie across the room and unbuttoned his cuffs. “You’re not gonna listen to me anyway.”
He undressed silently. Angrily. He left his clothes to wrinkle on the floor and climbed up on the bed. All but his briefs. You crawled backward, away from him and he caught you around the waist. He drew you against him, his arm around you as you squirmed. He strained as he reached back and pulled the chain on the lamp.
The room was left to the shadows as his other arm snaked up your back and he nestled your head against his chest. He held you to him as the moonlight shone in slats across your bodies. He didn’t move, just clung to you. Kept you snug against him as he heartbeat evened out and you drowned in his scent.
“I am sorry,” He said quietly. “You know that, right?”
You exhaled as his words lingered in the air. He stroked your back soothingly with his fingers and you tried to resist the lull that descended upon you. You couldn’t recall the last time Charlie had held you like this. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his collarbone.
“I don’t know,” You whispered. “I just don’t know.”
-
You didn’t recall falling asleep but you were smothered in a deep slumber. You stirred when Steve woke but he merely patted your shoulder and let you roll over and doze again. You were half-asleep when he finished dressing and kissed your temple softly. You were exhausted, so much so that your worries were muted.
You woke again when the door opened and you fell flat on your back to look up at the broad figure moving toward the bed. You grumbled as your vision cleared and the bed shifted beside you and wood clacked together. Bucky stood over you, his left arm still in its sling.
“Heard you needed these,” He said evenly. “I told you to keep the weight off.”
“Bucky?” You rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Uh, thanks.”
“Steve’s downstairs.” He answered your unspoken question. “Getting things together. Suppose the others are in as much of an uproar.”
“Okay,” Your voice was brittle through your dry throat. You took the crutches and swung them over the side of the bed. You draped your legs off the edge and Bucky grabbed the top of the left crutch and held it steady.
“You should get dressed before you head down,” He remarked. “He’s got every goddamn crony he could dredge up down there. Even talking to Atlantic City.”
“Atlantic City?” You repeated dumbly as you stood and hooked your arms over the crutches.
“Maybe splash some water on your face, girlie,” He chuckled. “Christ, don’t tell me he had you up all night.”
You frowned and he pressed his lips together. “Sorry, it was a bad joke...I shouldn’t have--”
“You’re right to think so,” You muttered. “What else am I to him?”
“Now, doll, I didn’t mean it like that,” He followed you as you awkwardly shuffled around the room.
“But that’s what you think of me. I’m not that stupid.” You opened the wardrobe and shook your head. “Maybe I should just stay up here, where I belong.”
“That’s what I thought of you, but I don’t think that now,” He came up beside the armoire and leaned on the door. “You didn’t have to pull that trigger. After the way I was to you, you’d have been better off letting them finish me.”
“Adrenaline. Self-preservation. Barely a valiant intent.” You pulled out a green blouse. “I see the arm’s still in tact.”
“Hurts like a bitch but it’ll be fine,” He assured you. “The pink one with the bow. Wear that one.” He took the green blouse from you and hung it back up. “It’s a much better colour for you...and it’ll drive him crazy.”
“Didn’t think you were the type for fashion,” You commented and took the pink shirt off the hanger.
“I’m not, but I love to watch Steve squirm,” He grinned. “Man’s been tearing himself apart all morning...too afraid to come up here himself.”
“You’re lying,” You accused as you reached for a pair of black pants.
“Go for a skirt,” He backed away and sighed. “Something that shows some leg.”
“You take a knock to the head or something?” You asked wryly.
“After yesterday, you better make him suffer.” Bucky’s voice turned stern. “Don’t let him lie to you. You’re not his, he’s yours.” He shook his head and gave a soft chuckle. “You don’t even know how tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger.”
“Bullshit,” You spat as you dropped the clothes on the bed.
“He lost his temper. He does that, makes dumb decisions. Needs a good crack on the head for it but he’s sorry for it.” He said. “I’ve been friends with him since we were kids in Brooklyn. He’s never been like this for a girl. Never given one the time of day for an argument. ‘Til you.”
“So what, I go down their, flash some leg and...everything’s better?”
“No, you go down there and help him win this war.” Bucky neared the door and rested his hand on the handle. “Show him who’s really in charge.”
-
The house was noisy. The foyer was a flurry of bodies; guns toted back and forth; voices echoing off the marble. You wore a single heel, your other foot wrapped, as you tried to seem lithe on your crutches. The slit of your skirt along your right thigh made you shiver as you strutted past the bodies.
The wide archway of the dining room greeted you and you stopped just inside as you searched out the single familiar face. Steve was at the head of the large table in the midst of conversation with two men, Stark’s boy, Peter sat at his elbow. He turned and his eye caught yours. He blanched and signaled for the men to shut up as he stood.
“Sweetheart,” He called and the table went silent.
The other men hesitantly stood as Steve gestured you closer. He moved his chair over and had another set alongside it. You dragged yourself across the long room and he bent to kiss your cheek as you neared. He helped you sit in the other chair and set aside your crutches before he took his own. He dismissed the men he’d been chatting with and turned to you.
“You look amazing. Well-rested.” He took your hand and kissed it.
You stared at him and tilted your head. You measured him. Behind his stoicism was an unusual uncertainty. You glanced around the room and smiled. “Peter, how’s the shoulder?”
“Better, Ma’am,” He answered properly.
“Ma’am,” You chuckled. “Please, I’m not that old yet.” You turned back to Steve coolly. “Any word from Stephen?”
His forehead wrinkled as he considered you. His lips curved just slightly as he replied. “He’s keeping quiet for now. Not let Charlie catch wind of his new loyalties. Let him think that he doesn’t know about his little play.”
“Good,” You pushed your shoulders back and the wide neckline stretched across your chest. “That’s a start.”
“A start?” Steve repeated.
“Charlie’s gullible but he’s not a complete moron.” You explained. “Word of mouth, that’s fleeting. Action, though, that gets the point across.”
“I don’t follow.” Steve leaned in, his hand tickled along your arm. You kept stiff, unyielding to his touch.
“Charlie almost killed your number one man. He’s proud, overconfident. But you gotta catch him entirely off guard.” You explained. “Call Strange. Get some of his men down to the bar. When this is done, you can rebuild it.”
“The bar?” Steve frowned.
“Place is a dive anyway and I hear fire is cleansing.” You smirked. “And convincing.”
-
You spent the day at Steve’s side. You basked in his penitence. In his confidence in you. With Charlie, you were expected to be silent. To listen to his genius as his yes man fed his ego. That was the difference between the men, you realized. Respect.
You didn’t stop until it was late. Almost midnight. Steve waited for the news of the ashes. The bar was gone but the ploy worked. The whole city would be aghast at such a hit against Rogers. As big a blow to Stark. A second hand victory for Charlie.
He called it a night and a dozen men stayed to secure the property. His new headquarters made him even more vulnerable. The bar was an easy distraction before. You yawned when he stood and stretched. His hand fell on the back of your chair and he pushed it back.
“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” He purred.
You looked at him. He was anxious. He thought you might refuse. “Alright,” You said at last. You saw the relief wash over him as you reached for your crutches.
“Leave them,” He kicked the crutches over and scooped you up. You squeaked as he held you bridal style in his arms. “You’ve done enough work today.”
“Steve,” You warned and gave him a sharp look.
“Just...wait.” He cooed as he carried you through the foyer and up the stairs. You stayed quiet as he continued down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him. “Let me apologize, please. Just let me.”
“You did...”
“But you’re still hurt,” He neared the bed and set you down gently. He laid beside you and cradled your face as he dipped his head down to kiss you. “I’m so sorry, baby. You deserve so much more. You deserve everything.”
He kissed you again, deeper. His hand wandered down your neck and over your chest. He played with the bow at your waist. He grabbed you and rolled you against him. He didn’t part as he intertwined his body with yours, his lips hungry as he devoured you. You tried to resist but it was futile. From the moment you met, he had a way of getting to you.
You pulled away and gasped. He pushed against you and wiggled his hips. “Do you forgive me?” You batted your lashes and bit your lip. It wouldn’t be that easy. “No? Well I’ll just have to keep apologizing.”
He nudged you onto your back so that he was on top of you. His hand was between you, crawling lower as he followed it. He tugged your skirt up and moved his knees between yours. He nuzzled your chest and inched your shirt up slowly. He bared your lacy bra and dove into your cleavage. He nipped and teased your skin as you held your breath to keep from moaning.
He reached beneath you and blindly unhooked your bra. He sat up and drew both shirt and bra over your head and up your arms. He was back on you in an instant. He took a nipple in his mouth as his hand played with your other. You trembled as you fought to keep your moans silent.
His hand drifted down your stomach and along your skirt. He pulled up the hem and shoved his hand between your legs. He rubbed you through your panties and you dug your fingers into the blankets below. He kept his mouth and fingers moving as your body tensed against him.
He replaced his mouth with his other hand and kissed a trail down your stomach and delved beneath your skirt. He pulled your panties aside and his cool tongue surprised you. You clapped your hand over your mouth as you squeaked and you felt him smile against you.
He lifted his head and looked up at you. “You forgive me?” You shook your head and kept your palm against your lips.
He kneaded your chest with one hand as he bowed his head again. His golden hair was visible just past the skirt bunched around your waist. Your single heel slipped off as you bent your legs and spread them wider for him. His tongue danced around your clit and along your folds, more fervent with each twitch and tremble.
You arched your back without thinking and slapped your hand back to the mattress as you core thrummed. You panted as his tongue dragged you closer to the edge. You groaned desperately and as you were about to plunge into euphoria, he stopped.
He looked up at you, his blue eyes sparkled, and he smiled. “You forgive me yet?”
You gasped and reached for his head. “Y-yes, I forgive you--Just...keep going please.”
He snickered and bent over you once more. Your legs came together around his head as you tried to rock into him, your climax rising from where it stopped. You writhed as you clung to him, his hand on your thigh as his other kept your panties aside.
You orgasmed with a whine and he hungrily lapped it up. He pulled away, out of breath, lips glistening, and a proud grin. Your legs fell away from him and he grabbed his belt buckle. He was quick as he unhooked the metal and undid his pants.
He rolled both pants and briefs down his thighs to free his hard cock. He bent over you and kissed you again. His lips were sweet and you savoured his touch. You unbuttoned his shirt and felt along his thick muscles as he bent your legs around him. He reached down and guided his cock along your folds.
You hugged him beneath his shirt as he entered you slowly. Inch by inch, you shivered at the feel of him. You wrapped your legs around his as he bottomed out and you arched into him. He snarled and left a trail along your cheek as he buried his face in your neck. He rocked against you as his thick breath seared your skin and you dragged your nails down his back.
“Aw, baby,” He moaned as he kept his pace steady. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. So so sorry.”
You were wild as he moved his hips slowly. Long, torturous thrusts that had you teetering. You drew your hands back and pushed on his chest. He lifted his head and looked down at you as he stilled inside of you.
“Jesus Christ,” You swore and tightened your legs around him. You rolled him onto his back to straddle him.
You pushed yourself up and sank down to your limit. He groaned in surprise, his golden hair a mess and his face rosy with bliss. You began to move. Faster than he had. Eager. Desperate for another release. You grasped his shoulders as you sped up.
He let you pin him to the mattress, his hands on your ass as your flesh clapped together. You uttered a series of weak curses as you came again. Your walls clung to him and you slowed as your thighs tingled.
He gazed up at you as you hung your head and caught your breath. He gripped your hips and began to move you again. You let him guide you and grasped his hands as you rode him. His groans melded with your moans and harried breaths. Electricity flowed through you and you came a third time as your head lolled back in ecstasy.
He grunted as your hands slipped from his shoulders and your fingers tickled along his stomach. He hissed and you felt the warmth within as he coated your walls. He stilled you atop him and licked his lips as he sighed. You fell forward and draped yourself over him.
He played with your wrinkled skirt and ran his nose along your hair. He hummed in content and found his voice. “I can’t win this war without you, sweetheart.”
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Thought you were human but you're just a ghost, a shield of skin and bone
Febuwhump Day 17 & 18 – Mind Games & Revealed Secret
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*
Peter’s shoulders tense, keeping his eyes downcast.
“Mister Stark-”
“No!” Tony shouts, slamming his fist down on the edge of the roof. “This is where you zip it. You are not going after the Vulture. Ever. You hear me?”
Peter tries his best to hide his flinch, guilt and self-loathing rushing over him. He failed. Again.
“Mister Stark, please-”
Tony grabs the front of Peter’s stupid I Survived My Trip To NYC t-shirt, crumpling the fabric in his grip.
“If you disobey my direct orders again, I’ll do something more drastic than take your suit, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” Peter chokes out, blinking back the tears that fill his eyes.
Tony lets go of him, smirking when Peter stumbles back a few steps. “Good. Now get out of here. And if I hear that you’ve been snooping around in The Vulture’s business again…”
The threat is heard without being said.
“Yes, sir.”
Peter tries to keep his pace as even as he can as he walks away from Tony, heading towards the door.
What Peter doesn’t see as the door closes behind him and he begins his trek back to his apartment, is the flickering holograms and Tony’s face morphing into Beck’s pleased sneer.
*
“I shouldn’t have met him,” Peter says, face crumpling when he finally gets May to stop panicking. It’s a poor explanation but she can’t know he’s Spider-Man. “Meeting your heroes is never as good as you think it’ll be.”
May’s eyes harden briefly, probably preparing herself to chew Tony out for hurting her nephew, but then she watches her kid’s bottom lip tremble as he sits on the couch, shoulders dropping, and her expression softens.
“Whatever he said to you, he’s wrong,” she says, gently carding her fingers through Peter’s curls and rubbing his back. He leans his head up against his stomach, tears slipping down his face. “You’re the best kid I know, baby, and he’s an asshole for hurting you.”
“It’s just- I thought I was doing good, I was trying so hard, and I just- He- I just wanted to do something right and he shouted at me.”
May sighs softly. “You don’t need him, okay? You didn’t deserve that and if I ever see him again, I’ll make sure to give him a piece of my mind.”
That gets Peter to laugh quietly. “Yeah, sure, but I doubt we’ll be seeing him again anytime soon.”
Fingers gentle and careful on his jaw, May lifts his head up to look down at him, thumb running underneath his eyes to catch the tears that fall, and she presses a kiss to his forehead.
“Don’t you go believing Stark that you’re not enough, okay? You don’t need to change a single thing about you for some billionaire asshole’s opinion of you… Well, I could do with you not sneaking out or skipping school, but you know, we can’t have everything, can we?”
Peter doesn’t tell her that because he’s lost the suit, he doesn’t have a reason to sneak out or skip school anymore. He doesn’t tell her that Tony’s been his hero since he was five and Iron Man saved him at the Stark Expo, that he’s been idolizing the hero for even longer. He doesn’t tell her that the words have already sunk into his chest and wrapped around his lungs, planting themselves deep within him.
He doesn’t tell her any of that.
Instead, he settles for a quiet. “I love you, May.”
“Love you too, kiddo. Now, go take a shower and get your homework done. You smell like garbage.”
He laughs quietly and pushes himself. “I know. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby. Please get some rest.”
*
Homecoming night came faster than imaginable and Peter was happy for the first time in months.
Meeting Tony certainly wasn’t high on his Worst Experiences, but after his uncle, Tony turning out to be cruel and aggressive had Peter’s mental health declining at a steady rate.
But now it’s homecoming and May’s helped him get his tie on straight, and Ben’s old suit jacket is a little too big on his shoulders, and the corsage he bought for Liz is a little bit droopy, but he’s happy.
Her mom is nice and offers to drive them to school, full of kind smiles and teasing jokes. Liz’s father died a few years prior and it’s obvious how much they miss him, but Peter doesn’t bother to make any condolences. He knows how little it means to grieving families.
Before he knows it, he’s in the gym of their school, dancing with Liz and MJ and Ned, rolling his eyes when Flash flips them off from across the room.
It’s good. It’s fun.
Peter doesn’t even miss being Spider-Man right now. It’s relieving to just hang out with his friends like a regular high school student.
Until, of course, his phone rings.
“Mister Stark?” Peter asks, ducking into the hallway for some privacy. “What do you want?”
“I know I told you to stay away from The Vulture, but I need your help,” he says. “I’ll text you the address.”
Anger swells within Peter’s chest where the insecurities are buried. “You want me to drop everything for you when you’ve done jackshit for me?”
“Yeah, I do,” Tony says like it’s obvious. “You can pretend to be the hero that you think you are, but I’ve got a lot of leverage here. I know your identity, Parker. I know your friends and family, and I know which villains and criminals want that information.”
“Are you… Are you blackmailing me?”
Tony just laughs, a cold harsh noise that makes the hurt in Peter’s chest swell and seize his lungs. “I’ll text you the address, Parker. You better be there.”
The phone beeps, signaling the end of the call, just as Ned turns the corner.
“Hey, man, you good?”
Peter swallows thickly, turning to his best friend, knowing the pain is shining in his eyes. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Wait, what? I thought-”
“Cover for me, please. I’ll- I’ll text you when I can.” Peter doesn’t give Ned the time to say no, he turns and jogs down the hallway, pulling up the section of lockers to snap his webshooters around his wrists and grab his mask.
“Peter, wait!” Ned calls.
Peter doesn’t let himself turn, doesn’t let himself face Ned. Tony is blackmailing him, and if things go wrong, Ned will be one of the people in the crossfire.
“Tell Liz I’m sorry.”
As soon as he’s clear of the school, he webs himself as fast as he can in the direction of the address Tony sent him, ignoring the panic that grips his lungs and the fear that settles in the pit of his stomach. He focuses on swinging.
And before he knows it, he’s reaching an abandoned warehouse outside the city.
“Hello?” he calls out, creeping down the staircase.
The stairway opens up into a big room where Tony’s waiting for him, leaning back against a table.
“Hey, Pete,” Tony says, a grin stretching across his face.
Peter swallows thickly, stopping in his tracks. “Where’s The Vulture? What do you want?”
“Oh, kid, how naïve and stupid,” Tony spits, leaning back with a cold laugh. “There never was a Vulture. Or I guess, I suppose there was, but he was hiding in plain sight.”
Tony stretches his arms out and second later, the vulture wings are sliding across his back. He grins at Peter, rolling his eyes.
“You’re- How could you-” The breath catches in Peter’s lungs and he can’t breathe. The man across from him, his childhood hero, was the villain Peter was chasing all along.
“I can’t believe I fooled you for so long, Peter. How else do you think I got all that alien tech? It was right there at my disposal? I’m a war profiteer, I always have been. I’m not the hero you thought I was, but at least I’m more of a hero than you. You couldn’t even catch me when I was right there in front of you.”
Peter takes an involuntary step back, trying not to make it obvious that tears are filling his eyes behind his mask. He gasps for breath, panic engulfing his lungs like a wildfire.
Tony waves his hands and the wings are pulling off his back, facing Peter. “And now, you’re going to die for being stupid enough to ever think you could be a hero.”
*
Sobs wrack his body as he stumbles through the sand towards the deserted road ahead.
Tony’s webbed to a few of the crates behind him. He tried to change the course of a plane flying from the Avengers Compound filled with Alien tech and other dangerous equipment, to Stark Towers instead. Peter managed to crash the plane on Coney Island.
But now what?
The only person who knows he’s Spider-Man is Ned, and Tony’s threats are still echoing in his head. The Avengers are away, the perfect time for Tony to strike, Peter supposes.
He has nobody to turn to and he’s so fucking tired.
He’s in the sand before he even realizes his knees had buckled, and he coughs, blood splattering in the sand. The warehouse dropping on him flashes through his head, a cry of pain escaping his throat.
He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know how to fix this.
His phone is shattered, his mask is missing, he’s out of web fluid, he can’t breathe. Everything hurts.
The last thing he’s aware of before his vision gives out is somebody stumbling through the sand towards him.
*
He jerks awake, his nightmares of Tony grabbing his shirt, telling him he’d never be a hero, the warehouse falling on top of him, the plane crashing into the sand, the fires, the vulture claws ripping him into him, playing out in his head over and over again.
“Hey, hey, hey, relax, Spider-Boy.”
He knows that voice.
Shoving himself backwards, he tears the IV from his skin, wild eyes locking onto Tony. He’s sitting in the chair beside Peter, relaxing nonchalantly like nothing had ever happened between them.
“No, no, no, please,” Peter begs, trying to get his feet on the ground but his legs won’t cooperate like they should, a haziness settling on his mind. Tony probably drugged him, shit.
“Woah!” Tony says, lifting his hands, palms up in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you, kid.”
“You tried to kill me, more than once,” Peter says, gasping for air. Tears are blurring his vision and his hands won’t stop shaking. “Please just- just don’t hurt my family. Please- I-”
Tony’s face falls into something that Peter would’ve thought was confusion if not for the fact that there was nothing to be confused about.
“I’ve been on an undercover Avenger’s mission for the past nine months, kid. We just got back last night. We were staking out a whole bunch of Hydra bases across Europe,” Tony explains slowly. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth is set in a frown. “There was nobody at the crime scene last night but you.”
“You think I did it?” Peter asks, jaw dropping. “After everything you did to me, you think I’m just going to believe you? Just like that?”
They’re in a hospital room. Heart monitor flat behind Peter now that he’s pulled off the tracking pads. His ribs are aching, chest on fire, but he still sits up defiantly, glaring at Tony.
“Honest to god, kid, this is the first time I’m meeting you. I wasn’t allowed any internet while on our mission just in case Hydra could track it, so I’ve barely had the time to look you up.”
Peter tries to stifle the sob, but it still rips its way out of his throat, tears falling steadily after it. “If it wasn’t you, then who was with me? Who looked like you, talked like you, pretended to be you for nine months?”
“Fri?” Tony asks after a moment’s hesitation.
“Compiling all video footage with Peter Parker or Spider-Man facial recognition since September of last year,” Friday replies.
A hologram appears in front of them, as Peter draws his knees up to his chest and tries unsuccessfully to get his tears to slow.
There’s a bunch of boring, staticky security camera footage of Peter walking to and from school, of Peter getting a snack at Delmar’s, or of Spider-Man stopping petty criminals, of Spider-Man leaping from building to building.
And then it arrives to Tony picking him up afterschool.
It’s a far away shot, probably one of the school’s security cameras of the parking lot. Tony’s leaning up against a fancy car, arms crossed over his chest.
“Hi, Mister Stark. What are you doing here?” Peter says, offering a timid smile.
“Came to give my favourite young adult a ride home. I got you something, actually. If you really want to pretend to be a superhero, you need a suit, don’t you? It’s in the back, take a look.”
Peter turns to glance at Tony, who’s eyes are surprisingly wide, jaw dropped. “That wasn’t me.”
“I know you think I’m some naïve little kid who doesn’t know anything, but I’m not an idiot,” Peter says.
“No, kid, I swear, that wasn’t me. I was in Europe, without internet, taking down Hydra bases at the time.”
Tony speeds through a bunch more videos until they get to the day of the ferry. The video feed is staticky and the audio is echoing, but it’s obvious enough what’s happening. Video Tony’s hand is grabbing Video Peter’s t-shirt, spitting threats in his face even as Peter tries not to cry.
“If you disobey my direct orders again, I’ll do something more drastic than take your suit, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now get out of here. And if I hear that you’ve been snooping around in The Vulture’s business again…”
The video continues though as Video Peter disappears down the staircase, metal door slamming shut behind him.
And then Video Tony flickers. Flickers.
“Holy shit, wait, Fri, pause it.”
The man standing where Tony once was in the video is not Tony at all. He has longer hair than Tony and a full beard, a smile spreading across his face.
“Facial recognition, Fri,” Tony instructs, sitting up in his chair.
Peter doesn’t care though. He doesn’t care who the man really is, doesn’t care how he managed to look like Tony, what kind of motive he had. He doesn’t care.
He tucks his legs up to his chest, hiding his face in his face in his knees, and lets out a pitiful whimper.
“Quentin Beck, fired from Stark Industries five years ago for aggressive behavior, helped in the creation of BARF.”
“Holy fuck,” Tony breathes. “Kid?” And then his hand is tentatively on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter flinches, drawing in a shaking breath. “I can’t believe I was so stupid! Nine fucking months and he- he-”
“That’s not on you, kid. Anyone could’ve fallen for tech that good, I mean, it’s mine. I just don’t understand why?”
Peter lifts his head. “He wanted tech. Alien tech to make weapons. What better way than to pretend to be you? He had access to your tower, he was taking a plane from Avengers Compound and was going to redirect it here. He was using your labs, your technology.”
“But why you?”
“I was getting in his way,” Peter explains, shrugging and ignoring the spike of pain it brings. “I was going after this criminal. This guy everyone was calling The Vulture. That’s when you showed up, or I guess, when Beck showed up. He kept telling me to leave it alone. Until yesterday.”
Tony runs a hand through his hair, further messing it up. “He tried to kill you?”
“He called me when I was at homecoming… Told me he had a lead. Guess he knew you were coming back and needed to tie up loose ends.”
The silence that follows is thick and tense, nobody says a word, staring at Beck’s smiling image frozen on the screen.
Finally, “I’m really sorry, kid.”
Peter shrugs, trying his best to swallow all of the emotions that threaten to spill out. “How do I know you’re real and not just another hologram?”
A frown crosses Tony’s face. He doesn’t seem to have a good answer, but Friday speaks up instead.
“Inventory showed Beck only stole four projectors from R&D after he was fired. All four projectors were found on Coney Island with the plane debris, destroyed beyond repair. No other projectors have been removed from storage.”
All of the energy leaves Peter’s body in one big rush. He offers Tony a smile, one he knows is weary and painful. “Hey, Mister Stark, I’m Peter Parker. AKA Spider-Man.”
Tony catches on easily. “Hi, kid. Nice to meet you.”
“Could I borrow a phone?” Peter asks. He’s sure Ned’s covered for him with May, but he can’t even imagine how worried Ned must be.
“Yeah, of course. And, uh, kid?” Tony says, voice dropping to a tentative murmur. “You wanna, I don’t know, work with me in the lab sometime? I could get a new suit fixed up for you and you could show me how you make that webbing of yours?”
Peter half-smiles, trying to shove down all of the panic and worry and fear that threatens to engulf him. His brain is having a hard time understanding everything. He thought Beck was Tony for nine months. Tony tried to kill him, except it wasn’t actually Tony.
But now Tony’s sitting across from him, a kind smile on his face like it isn’t the same face that sneered and yelled and dropped a warehouse down on him.
It wouldn’t be fair to blame the real Tony for things Beck did as Tony.
“Yeah, sure, sounds cool, Mister Stark.”
*
(Years later, kidnapped by Nick Fury on his European vacation, he sees through “Mysterio’s” disguise within seconds, recognizing the technology for what it is, knowing Beck’s face like the back of his hand, the same face that plagues his nightmares. It only takes a few days to get Beck behind bars with Tony’s help, his vacation back to normal before anyone notices anything is wrong. But Peter doesn’t think he’ll ever forgot Beck’s face and what the villain put him through. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop seeing Beck’s version of Tony every time he looks at His Tony. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop looking over his shoulder, just in case the things around him are all an illusion. He doesn’t think Beck will ever disappear from his head.)
#lyss writes#febuwhump#peter parker fic#peter parker#tony stark#irondad#irondad fic#Irondad and Spiderson#quentin beck#mysterio#smffh#spiderman homecoming
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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.}
chapter 8
Peter Parker x Female!Reader / Enemies to Lovers
Summary: Peter Parker is Midtown’s bad boy. You’re Midtown’s new girl. What happens when you break down his walls?
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of underage drinking, violence; Peter and reader are both 18+ (seniors in high school)
chapter 7 | series masterlist
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A week had passed since Flash’s party and Peter knew he was in trouble.
As if you didn’t occupy enough of his thoughts before the party, now you were on his mind constantly. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, and couldn’t even walk down the hallways of Midtown High without catching the sound of your laughter with his heightened senses.
He knew he had been pretty drunk at Flash’s party, but that didn’t change the way he felt about you. It was driving him crazy, but you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with him.
He hadn’t felt this way for someone since MJ and it scared the living shit out of him. He didn’t know how you had managed to worm your way into his heart, but you did and he couldn’t get you out.
The school day was coming to a close when Peter was walking down the hallway, shooting daggers at anyone who dared to look at him the wrong way, when his ears perked up at the sound of your giggles. He wouldn’t have been able to hear it without his spider senses.
He spotted you at the end of the hallway near the doors leaning against a set of lockers while talking to Brad Davis. Peter had to fight every urge in his body to go right up to him and punch him in the nose. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop on you conversation, but he could hear every word and his blood was boiling the way you smiled at Brad.
“So uh, do you want to grab a coffee or something?” Brad asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Peter almost laughed. What a douche.
“I’d love to,” you responded, making Peter’s heartbeat loud in his ears as he watched the interaction. You looped your arm in Brad’s as you walked with him out of the school. Peter could feel his body shaking in anger as he stormed in the opposite direction, opting to take the long way home.
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Ever since Flash’s party, you and Brad started talking more, starting with a few texts here and there that weren’t only about your chemistry homework, and somehow ended up with you getting coffee with him after school.
You liked Brad. He was kind, and his smile warmed your heart. He was a good guy, and the complete opposite of Peter Parker.
You told yourself to forget about Peter, and focus on your new friends who you loved, and now Brad who was funny and charming and everything you’d think a girl would want in a guy.
So why did you still look for Peter in school? Why did you still look for him in your apartment building? Why did your heart quicken in your chest when you’d see him?
He wasn’t good for you. You knew that and he continued to prove it, again and again. Especially in the most recent days. He had been getting into more fights at school, practically every day, and refused to talk to anyone. You had seen him in the principal’s office more than you saw him in class.
There was a rumor going around school that he was doing drugs, but you knew that wasn’t true. Even if you weren’t speaking to Peter, you knew he wouldn’t. But something was definitely going on, and you didn’t particularly enjoy that tugging feeling in your chest that told you to help him. He was spiraling and everyone around you either turned a blind eye to it, or gossiped about it.
You were on your way back to class from the bathroom when you passed the principal’s office, jumping slightly when Peter came storming out of the room. He froze when he saw you, your eyes locking in the empty hallway.
You cleared your throat. “You okay?”
Peter stared at you incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you were talking to him. He shifted, running a hand through his curly hair that was getting a little long.
“Suspended,” he muttered, holding up the slip with the principal’s signature on it.
You inhaled sharply. “What did you do?”
“Too many fights and skipping class and stuff.”
You took in Peter’s appearance. He had dark circles lining the underside of his eyes, his hair was getting longer, and he looked tired. You knew Peter wasn’t stupid, he got into Midtown for crying out loud, and he was Spider-Man, although he didn’t know you knew that.
“You wanna talk about it?” you offered, somewhat hesitantly, twirling the hall pass in your hands.
Peter offered you a small, closed-lipped smile, which took you by surprise.
“No, uh, thanks though. Don’t worry about it,” he said softly as he started to turn to walk towards the doors. You quickly stepped forward, grabbing his arm gently so he would turn to look at you. His eyes were wide in surprise as he turned back towards you.
“This isn’t healthy, Peter,” you mumbled. “You can’t keep acting like this.”
Peter glanced down at the floor before shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I know,” he said. “Have fun on your date with Brad.”
Your mouth dropped slightly at his words, watching his back as he walked further and further away from you towards the doors to leave school. You did have an official date with Brad tonight, more than just coffee like you’ve usually been doing, but you had no idea how he knew that.
You wanted to follow him, but the hall pass was heavy in your hands and you knew you’d be in trouble if you spent any more time away from class, so you halfheartedly made your way back.
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“Suspended?!” May yelled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at her nephew that had just walked into the apartment in the middle of a school day.
“I’m sorry-”
“Peter, what the hell is going on with you?!” May cried, snatching the piece of paper from the principal out of Peter’s hands.
“I mean, you were top of your class a year ago! Now you’re failing two classes and are suspended for three days!”
Peter was silent as May continued to yell at him. He felt guilty for getting suspended, his emotions were just too much to handle and it was like those football jocks were trying to get under his skin. He didn’t care if the popular jocks of the school hated him for fighting them, he was never really friends with them anyways. Just another distraction.
“Is this about MJ?” May asked, lowering her voice. “Because we can find you that therapist again-”
“It’s not,” Peter muttered. “At least...not completely.”
“Peter, you have to talk to me,” May cried exasperated.
Peter looked up at his aunt, and his lip trembled. He missed MJ. He missed Tony. He missed Ned. He wanted you.
“Oh honey,” May sighed, quickly wrapping her nephew in a hug. “What’s going on?”
Peter broke down and told May everything about you and how he was terrified of losing you, just like he lost MJ. He told her how you made him feel happy again and he told her how he felt guilty for treating Ned so terribly the last few months.
May listened the whole time, nodding to encourage him to keep talking. She knew he was struggling, he was just also very good at shutting everyone around him out. She wasn’t going to let him do that again.
“It sounds like (Y/N) is a very kind girl,” May said, offering Peter a small smile. Peter nodded, staring down at his lap.
“Honey, you can’t shut everyone out because you’re afraid of losing them,” May said. “MJ’s death was not your fault.”
“But if I wasn’t Spider-Man, then-”
“Dr. Ock is responsible for her death,” May said sternly. “Not you.”
“I just don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me,” Peter said, his voice cracking.
May sighed and pressed a kiss to her nephew’s head. “They won’t because you protect those you care about.”
Peter’s heart felt heavy, and he knew Tony would be so pissed at him for failing two of his classes and getting suspended. He hadn’t visited Tony’s grave in a while, and he would’ve loved some of his sarcastic advice right about now.
“Do you think I could patrol the city for a little while?” Peter asked.
May wanted to be mad at him and tell him that he was grounded for getting suspended, but he hadn’t used the Spider-Man suit willingly since MJ’s death and if this was any way of getting him back to his old self, she was going to support it.
“Of course, sweetie.”
Peter smiled at her before standing up to give her a tight hug.
“Love you, May.”
“Love you too, Peter.”
Peter quickly scrambled towards his bedroom, finding the Spider-Man suit crumbled up in a ball in the corner of his closet. He stared at it for a moment before putting it on and slipping out his window into the city.
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You felt bad canceling on Brad, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair to him if you went to dinner and your only thoughts were about Peter. However, you didn’t know how that ended up with you standing outside of Peter’s apartment door, staring at it, trying to bring yourself to knock.
When you finally mustered enough courage to knock, you wanted to quickly turn around and run. You were too late when you heard the clicks of the locks.
The door swung open, revealing a beautiful woman in her mid-forties. She smiled at you, adjusting the glasses on her nose.
“Hi honey, can I help you?” she asked. Her smile was warm and the apartment smelled like cookies. This was Peter’s apartment, right?
“Hi, I’m uh, looking for Peter?” you said. You had no idea what you were going to say to him, but you knew you needed to talk to him.
The woman smiled widely. “You must be (Y/N). Please come in.”
You were a little shocked she knew your name as you stepped inside the apartment that was almost identical to yours. This one seemed homier, with family pictures almost everywhere. You spotted one of Peter, the woman, and a man smiling all at the picture. You almost didn’t recognize Peter. He was wearing a blue Midtown sweatshirt, and he wasn’t as nearly as bulky as he was now. The most striking difference was how happy he looked.
“I’m May,” the woman said. “Peter’s aunt.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you smiled.
“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?” May asked. “Peter’s out right now, but he should be home soon.”
“Tea sounds great, actually,” you said as you sat down at the kitchen table. May quickly joined you, along with two cups of tea.
You couldn’t help but wonder where Peter was. Was he out as Spider-Man? Was he getting into more fights? You didn’t know.
“Peter’s told me a lot about you,” May said with smile as she took a sip of her tea. You blushed as you looked down at your drink.
“Good things, I hope,” you chuckled.
“Only good things, honey,” May smiled. “He’s very fond of you.”
You wanted to laugh at that but you refrained yourself from doing so. He had an odd way of showing it. You shifted uncomfortably, and set your gaze on the picture of Peter smiling happily.
“How old was he in this picture?” you asked curiously.
May smiled sadly. “Fourteen. That was taken a few months before his Uncle Ben passed away.”
“Is he the man in this picture?”
May nodded. You felt your heart get heavy. How many people did Peter lose in his life?
“He looks so happy,” you whispered, more to yourself than to May, but she heard regardless.
“He was,” May sighed. You both sat in silence for a few moments, your mind racing until May spoke up.
“So tell me about yourself, sweetheart,” she said cheerfully. There was just a positive aura about her that made you feel almost immediately at home. Her smile was warm and inviting and you found yourself chatting up a storm in only a few minutes of arriving there.
You told May about where you grew up and what your parents did for work. You told her about your childhood pets and what you wanted to do after high school. She listened to every word, offering insight here and there, but you enjoyed talking to her.
You had gone through three cups of tea by the time you heard shuffling in Peter’s room.
“Is that Peter?” you asked May.
“Oh, uh, yes, sometimes he likes to come in through the fire escape,” she said. You wondered if she knew her nephew was Spider-Man. Probably, right? That would be a hard secret to keep with the person you live with.
“May! I’m home!” Peter called from his room. Hearing his voice made your heart skip a few beats.
“Okay honey! Come out when you’re ready! We have company!” May called back.
You bit your lip and held your breath without realizing it when Peter emerged from his room in a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His hair was messy and he was breathing heavily like he had just come back from a jog. He froze when he spotted you sitting at the table with his aunt.
“(Y/N),” he breathed.
You get him a tight-lipped smile, not trusting your words.
“(Y/N) and I have been chatting,” May said as she took your empty cups of tea to the sink. As she passed Peter she whispered, “She’s lovely.”
“Uh, what...what are you doing here?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow. You stood from your chair at the kitchen table and took a few steps towards him, but stopped when you were still a few feet away.
“I wanted to talk to you,” you said softly, glancing over at May who was washing the dishes in the sink. Peter nodded silently before gesturing for you to follow him to his room.
“Sorry for the mess,” he sputtered, quickly tossing any loose articles of clothing into a laundry room in the corner of the room. You chuckled.
“You should see my room.”
Peter laughed lightly, as he took a ball of red and black clothing and shoved it in his closet. You wondered if that was his Spider-Man suit. You still pondered around in your head if you should tell him that you know he’s Spider-Man.
“So uh, what did you want to talk about?” Peter asked, gently shutting the door behind you.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you admitted, taking his room in. It was typical for a high school student, just not what you were expecting of Peter. Star Wars posters hung above a small desk with pieces of technological scraps sitting on top of the desk. He had awards from being on the decathlon team hanging above his bed.
“How long were you on the decathlon team?” you asked.
“I uh...quit last year. Afte MJ.”
You looked at him, nodding in understanding.
“And robotics?” you questioned, glancing at the gadgets he must have tinkered with on his desk.
Peter scratched the back of his neck. “Same time.”
You were both silent for a while as Peter watched you walk around his room, taking everything in. He found himself fascinated with how you carried yourself, so confident, yet not overbearing. He found himself staring at your lips, noticing how plump and soft they looked. He shook himself out of his thoughts.
“I thought you had a date with Brad tonight,” he said, confused.
“I cancelled.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to talk to you.”
Peter felt guilty for feeling giddy that you cancelled on Brad to talk to him instead, because he wasn’t good for you. Brad was. Why would you do that?
“I know that this whole...bad boy persona or whatever it is, isn’t you, Peter,” you said softly as you sat down on the edge of his bed. Peter leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you talking about?” he muttered.
“You act this way to shut people out because you’re scared of losing them,” you continued, looking up at him.
Peter found himself getting irritated. “Did you come over here to psychoanalyze me, (Y/N) or is there something you actually wanted to talk about?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “See, this is what I mean.”
Peter tightened his jaw as he looked towards the window, keeping his eyes off of you. He had to admit, this facade was getting a bit tiring. And after a successful night of patrolling, he missed being one of the good guys. He saved a kitten from a tree for a little girl, helped an old man get directions, and even stopped an attempted robbery from a little shop at the corner of his street. All in all, he had a pretty good day of fighting crime, despite getting suspended.
But it was like second nature to him now to push people away. That is until you came along.
You stood from your spot on the bed and took a few steps towards him. Peter could hear your heartbeat quicken, and he felt his own mimic that as you got closer. You stopped when you were only a few inches away, which forced Peter to turn his gaze from the window back to you.
“Brad is a good guy. He’s nice, and caring, and I should be out to dinner with him right now,” you said.
Peter rolled his eyes. “So why don’t you go have dinner with him then.”
“Don’t you see what I’m saying?” you cried, pulling at your hair. “I cancelled on him for you.”
Peter chewed on his bottom lip. He couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze.
“And I don’t get it either because all you do is push me away and say these mean things to me and my friends, but for fucks sake Peter, you’re the only thing on my mind,” you cried, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did you feel the same way?
“And for the life of me, I can’t figure out why,” you sighed. “Even though you’ve pushed me away, I can’t help but want to keep trying to help because you shouldn’t be alone, Peter. I know you’re a good guy, so please just help me out.”
Peter stared at you in silence. His heart was thundering against his ribs.
“From that time when we were actually friends, I felt like I knew the real Peter Parker,” you admitted. “And...I-I...I really liked that Peter Parker.”
Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes as you looked away from him. You told yourself you wouldn’t get emotional in front of him because it gave him all of the power. But suddenly, Peter’s arms were wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It took your a moment before your hands flew around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your skin. “I’m so sorry.”
You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent and taking in the fact that he initiated this hug, not you.
You both stood in that hug for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes. Eventually, Peter pulled away, clearing his throat as he adjusted his shirt, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“I care about you a lot (Y/N),” he muttered. “I’ve just been scared because I haven’t felt this way since...uh...since MJ.”
“You won’t lose me like MJ,” you whispered. The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted and you felt yourself being pulled towards him, like there was a gravitational force between the two of you.
Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he stared down at you.
“I want to be that Peter again,” he whispered, his breath fanning your face. “Please let me be that Peter for you.”
Your heart swelled in your chest as you looked up at him. You could finally see through all that fake male bravado and saw the boy who had his heart broken time and time again.
Your nod was all Peter needed before his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands instantly flew around his neck as his planted themselves on your hips. His lips molded against yours perfectly, kissing you fervently like your lives depended on it. It was needy and perfect as you pulled him closer to you. He held you close to him, gingerly, like he was scared that you were just a dream. But it wasn’t a dream, it was very real as your hearts beat together.
But oxygen was a necessity, and you both had to pull away, just enough to breathe. Peter rested his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. You met his gaze, and broke out into a grin. Peter mirrored your smile with one of his own, one that almost resembled the one in the picture in the living room.
Before you knew it, Peter’s lips captured yours in another kiss, sending your hearts into a synchronized beating frenzy.
Was it crazy? Maybe. Did you want him to stop? Never.
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chapter 9 coming soon :) xx
sorry for the wait! I’ve been studying for the MCAT (medical college admission test) and it’s taking up literally all my time during the week. I’ll try to get chapter 9 up as soon as I can!
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10,000 Hours-Part 2
Title: 10,000 hours
Pairings: Steve x Tony
Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, slowburn.
Summary: Tony’s a hotshot lawyer in upstate New York. Steve’s a single father in a small town out in North Carolina. When Tony’s law firm suggests he takes a year off after his Uncle Jarvis passes, Tony and Steve’s lives entangle themselves together. But their time together is limited, and their lives are so different that it may be impossible to ever make it work.
A/N: lol i didn’t mean for this to be so long, hope you like it.
Part 1
When Steve stepped inside the house, there was a faint smile on his lips. Peter was sitting in the living room, hands clasped together and forearms on knees.
“Pete?” Steve asked and Peter’s head shot up.
“Where have you been?” he asked and his eyes roamed over Steve’s body.
“I’m okay kid, I promise.” His eyes landed on Steve’s hand and Peter swore.
“fucking hell dad.”
“Language.” Peter glared at Steve even as he went to go get an ice pack.
“What happened?” he asked and Steve shook his head.
“it’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.” Steve promised and Peter scowled.
“I wouldn’t have to worry about it if it hadn’t have happened in the first place.” A wave of guilt washed over Steve.
“I’m sorry.” Steve whispered and Peter’s face softened. He sighed and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Peter put the icepack against Steve’s swollen hand and Steve couldn’t stop the flinch.
“Hold that on there.” Peter told him and Steve nodded.
“I really am sorry Pete.” Peter rolled his eyes and Steve felt even guiltier. Peter shouldn’t have to feel like this-Steve was the adult here. He was the parent and he had to get his shit together.
“was it necessary?” Peter asked quietly, unable to meet Steve’s eyes.
“They were insulting you and your mom.” Peter inhaled sharply and nodded.
“If it’s about me, I want you to walk away. Okay?” Peter looked up and met Steve’s gaze and Steve nodded.
“okay.”
“But I forgive you for hitting the guy about saying shit about mom.”
“language.” Peter rose a brow.
“are you really going to lecture me about language right now?” there was a lightness to Peter’s tone that made Steve feel better.
“how’d it go with your friends?” Peter flopped down on the couch and Steve opened up the fridge, looking for some food.
“Fine. Who was the guy you were talking to?” Steve’s hand stilled in the fridge, he hadn’t realised that Peter had been watching them.
“He’s our new neighbour.” Steve said and glanced to his son who had risen his brows.
“He’s moving into Jarvis’” Steve nodded.
“yeah, he’s Jarvis’ nephew apparently.” Peter nodded and looked back to the muted tv.
“Motel is on the other side of town.”
“and?”
“Have you looked at Jarvis’ house lately?” Peter asked and Steve frowned. He hadn’t paid much attention to the overtly large house. But it had been years since anyone had actually lived inside the place.
“so it’s a bit dusty?” Peter snorted and Steve sighed.
“the whole place is a mess. I wouldn’t want to be staying there.”
“What are you getting at Peter?” Steve was tired and still a little drunk and his brain wasn’t up to the job of picking up on Peter’s cryptic messages.
“I’m saying you should go over there and offer him our couch. After all, his uncle did just die and now he has to stay in that creepy house. But that’s just my opinion.” But by the tone of his voice, Peter wasn’t suggesting it to Steve. He was telling Steve.
“Petey I just want to go to bed.”
“And I’m sure the next door neighbour wants to go to sleep too. Best you go over.” Steve didn’t want to fight with Peter so he nodded.
“fine, I’ll offer up the couch, but he might say no.” and then Steve was grabbing his keys and heading over to Jarvis’ house. He was sure if he was sober he would have fought harder to not invite the stranger into the house. But his intoxicated brain figured that it was alright so before Steve knew it, he was on the creaking and old rotted porch, knocking on the big ancient door. Twenty seconds passed before Tony opened it.
“Steve?” Tony had a bat held tightly in his hands and Steve raised a brow.
“What’s that for?” he asked as Tony put the weapon down.
“you scared the crap out of me, what’s up?” Maybe Peter had a point, maybe this house was bad for Tony, at least for the time being.
“My son, Peter, he insisted on me inviting you over for the night. says that this house is old and falling down and it’s not safe for you to stay here. So I’m here to offer up my couch. That is, if you want it.”
“Yes.” Tony said a little too quickly.
“Oh. Okay then.” Steve hadn’t expected tony to agree, he’d thought that the man standing in front of him was going to laugh and tell him he was drunk and then send Steve on his way back home.
“Okay well, do you need a hand taking anything over to the house or…” Steve trailed off as Tony walked away. A few moments later he returned with nothing more than a phone and his keys.
“I can come back here in the morning.” Tony said and Steve nodded. He moved aside and Tony stepped out, shut the door and locked it.
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Tony knew he had been a little too quick to answer. But the offer to get out of this shit hole monster house was too good to refuse. It was clear to tony that Steve didn’t actually expect him to agree but he was the one that had offered. They walked back to Steve’s house in silence, neither sure on what to say. When they reached the front door, Steve scratched the back of his head nervously.
“Well this is me.” Steve said and opened his front door. Tony stepped inside the well-lit house and found a scrawny teenager sprawled out on a leather couch.
“Hey you must be the neighbour, I’m Peter.” The kid said, smiling and flicking through the channels.
“Tony.” Tony said and peter sat up, turning off the tv in the end. Peter gave Tony a once over and nodded approvingly.
“I’m going to go to bed, I got an early start tomorrow-group project.” He stood up and hugged Steve who hugged him back tightly. There was an exchange of words but Tony didn’t hear them and then Peter was heading upstairs off to his bedroom.
“Cute kid.” Tony found himself saying and Steve let out a nervous chuckle.
“Thanks, sorry the place is a bit of a mess.” there was one glass of water sitting on a side table, other than that the place appeared to be spotless.
“Right.” Tony said and sat down on the couch, suddenly filled with nerves. Was he insane? He’d only just met this guy and even though Steve was friendly and had been at the funeral, he’d also started a bar fight.
“I should probably get some sleep too, blankets and pillows are in that cupboard,” Steve pointed and Tony nodded, stilly surveying the room. “so umm…goodnight.” Tony settled his eyes back on Steve’s nervous form.
“thanks for letting me crash here. And, uh, goodnight.” Steve nodded and then also headed up the stairs, leaving Tony alone. He took a deep and steadying breath, finally he’d be able to sleep. The last few nights had been restless, he was convinced a haunted ghost was about to appear at any moment and murder him back in uncle J’s house. So Tony took off his shoes and settled into the ridiculously comfortable couch. In the summer heat, he didn’t exactly need a blanket and so Tony just drifted off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
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When he woke up, it was to the sound of pots and pans banging about. Tony jolted awake, heart hammering inside of his chest, and mind foggy. He remembered Steve the neighbour, who had gotten into a barfight, and whom Tony had walked home with and where Tony had spent the night. he’d slept on a couch. With a faint smile, Tony wondered what Pepper would say if she saw him right now, sleeping on a stranger’s couch. Tony stood up and slowly, nervously, meandered into the kitchen. There he found a flawless dance executed between Steve and his son as they moved around one another, preparing breakfast.
“Morning.” Steve said as he ducked, Peter lifting a hot pan over Steve’s head.
“Morning?” it came out like a question and Tony’s head tilted to the side. Were they making pancakes?
“Sorry if we woke you sir.” Peter said and Tony shook his head.
“Thanks for letting me crash for the night.” Tony said and Steve shrugged.
“It was nothing, really.” And then there was a knock at the door.
“I’ve got it.” Peter put down the pan and darted past Tony, Steve turned down the heat on the stove.
“Sleep well?” he asked and Tony nodded his head.
“Yeah, you?” Steve nodded his head and looked down at the attempt of a pancake, watching as the bubbles rose up through the batter.
“Dad!” Peter called and Steve glanced at Tony then made his way to the front door. Tony moved closer, he knew it was bad to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help himself-he was curious.
“Officer Romanoff, what can I do for you?”
“Hey Steve, I need to talk to you about something, privately.” There was a silence and then Peter walked into the kitchen. He didn’t even judge Tony for eavesdropping, simply stood beside him and also listened in.
“What’s this about Nat?” Steve seemed nervous, his voice shook a little and Tony’s heart clenched at the sound. This couldn’t be good then.
“Benny’s pressing charges for assault.”
“Shit.” Tony risked a glance at Peter who had gone awfully pale, Tony wondered if the kid would faint.
“You’re a friend so I’m going to try and talk him down, but if this goes to court then…” she trailed off and Tony wondered what she meant.
“I’ll lose Peter.” Tony’s eyes widened and Peter sat down on the floor, leaning his back against a kitchen cabinet.
“I’d suggest you get yourself a lawyer.”
“You know I can’t afford that.” His voice had gone up a few notches, but there was an opportunity too good to resist right in front of him. Tony would at the very least be able to get some work done. He could prove to Pepper and his father that he was a good person, working pro-bono to help his poor neighbour keep his kid. Before Tony could really think about it, he stepped out into the living room. The woman was shorter than Tony had expected, her red hair tied back in a bun.
“I’ll do it.” Tony said and they turned to look at him.
“What?” Steve asked and Tony scratched the back of his head sheepishly as nerves overtook him. Was he overstepping his boundaries?
“I’m a lawyer, I’ll help you out.” Tony said and the woman-Nat-rose her brows.
-
Steve felt incredibly embarrassed. Here he was, getting charged with assault and his new next door neighbour knew all about it. had seen the incident he was being charged for, and now knew that Steve was at risk of losing Peter. He wondered if Peter had heard, if he knew how bad Steve had fucked up this time. Probable. God, Steve had totally fucked up.
“You don’t have to-“ Tony waved an arm, shaking his head.
“It’s fine Steve, I’ll take the case.” Natasha raised an eyebrow and then shrugged.
“Okay, well I’ll need the two of you to come down to the station some time today, as I assume you’ll want your lawyer present for your statement?” Steve frowned but Tony nodded.
“Absolutely, we’ll head down right after breakfast.” Tony said and Natasha nodded once before leaving. Steve turned to Tony, nausea rolling through him. He was going to be late to work, his boss would be fuming.
“You don’t have to do this.” Steve told him, even though he knew he needed the help. Where was he going to find the money for a lawyer?
“Don’t mention it, you gave me a place to crash and you came to my uncle’s funeral. That’s more than anyone here has done for me.” Tony said and Steve nodded, but he needed to knew how much this favour of Tony’s was going to cost him.
“How much is this going to cost me?” he asked, looking down at his bare feet on the floorboards.
“Cost you?” Tony asked and Steve nodded. God, Peter would never forgive him for this. as soon as Tony was out the door, Steve knew that Peter would yell at him. And Peter shouldn’t have to do that, Steve should be a better father, yet he was so messed up that some days he struggled to get out of bed. Peter deserved better, Steve knew that. Maybe it was better if Peter went to live with someone else. To be separated would kill Steve, but it would be better for Peter.
“You have to make money right, so how much is this favour of yours going to cost?” He looked up and he met Tony’s brown eyes. Wide and full of shock and…pity. Steve hated pity, it was a look he was used to seeing. When his wife died, everyone had that look, the casserole dishes had been stacked high on his porch-Steve had donated them all to a food bank. People still looked at him with pity. Steve used to be well off, but when his wife had been diagnosed with breast cancer-the hospital bills had turned into debt and now Steve was left with Peter, a mortgage, a never ending debt pile and looks of pity.
“I’m doing it for free Steve, no charge necessary.” Steve shook his head, it was too good to be true.
“Is it because Peter’s here, because I don’t keep secrets from him. How much will this cost?” Steve wanted to negotiate a payment plan, it was the only way he’d be able to keep the house.
“You’ve been nothing but kind and like I said, you went to uncle J’s funeral, that means more than I can express. Plus, you gave me a couch to sleep on so I didn’t have to sleep in uncle J’s creepy haunted house, I’m doing this for free. No catch.” Steve’s body visibly relaxed and he nodded.
“Okay, thank you. really, I can’t tell you how much this means for Peter and I. and consider the couch yours, until Jarvis’ house is fixed up. I can help you fix it up too, I’m really good with my hands.” At that Tony raised a brow and Steve felt himself blush.
“Alright, I’ll take you up on that offer then.” And then Tony walked back into the kitchen like Steve hadn’t just been a blabbering idiot.
-
Tony knew that even though he’d accepted Steve’s offer, he couldn’t actually follow through. Maybe a night or two more sleeping on that couch, but no more than that. Steve was Tony’s client now, and Tony had to respect boundaries-no matter how comfortable they may be. And the couch truly was comfortable, the whole house was comfortable, homey. It was something Tony had never really believed in before. That someone could take some walls and floors and turn it into a home. Tony had never had that. And he sort of felt like he’d missed out some how.
Which was why it was so important to Tony that Peter stayed with Steve, there was no guarantee that whoever he went to would have a home waiting for him, it could just be a house. So Tony had Steve make his statement and then sent Steve on his way to work. Tony walked around the small town for a little while, not wanting to make the phone call he was about to make. But evidently, he needed her help-so Tony called Pepper.
“Tony we’ve gone over this, I’m not letting you fly out of there.” Pepper said in an exasperated tone and Tony rolled his eyes.
“How’d Banner do?” Tony asked, nerves laced his tone.
“fine.”
“fine?” Tony asked and he could picture the blonde rolling her eyes.
“it went well Tony, there’s still a long way to go. what do you want?” to listen to a familiar voice, to not be a stranger in this town. To know if he was doing the right thing.
“I’m working a case.” At that, Pepper sighed.
“Tony you’re meant to be taking time off. Your uncle just died-you’re not in the right head space to be working right now.” Tony shook his head.
“No Pep you don’t understand, i’m fine. But this guy is my neighbour and he’s being charged with assault and they’re going to take away his son and-“
“Slow down Tony.” She said and he took a steadying breath.
“His name is Steve.”
“Okay, and?”
“And I want to help him, but dad can’t find out, alright?” Pepper sighed.
“I don’t like lying to your father Tony.”
“I know Pep, but Steve’s a really nice guy and he’s a single father and he really needs the help.”
“Wow, barely gone a week and you’ve gone soft already.” She mused and Tony rolled his eyes.
“Please just say you’ll help me. if he knows he’ll come down and ruin it. we both know that.”
“That’s because you’re not supposed to be working Tony.”
“It’s one case Pepper. That hardly counts as work, and it’s not like I’ve signed up for a murder trial, it’s just an assault charge.”
“should he be keeping his kid if he’s charged with assault?” Tony thought of the synchronised dance that Steve and Peter had performed whilst making breakfast. How in sync they’d been, Steve could never hurt Peter.
“I’ve got a good feeling about them.” Tony said instead and she sighed.
“okay fine, but you better be behaving Tony. Don’t make me come out there to clean up your mess.” and with that, Pepper hung up. Tony shoved his phone into his pocket and let out a sigh of relief. And then he spotted the hardware store. No time like the present. He thought as he crossed the road to get supplies. The sooner he fixed up Jarvis’ house, the sooner Tony could get off of Steve’s couch.
#superfamily#superhero#super husbands#stony#stony fic#Steve Rogers#tony stark#peterparker#captain america#Iron Man#spiderman#10000 hours fic
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Loki x fem! reader Soulmate Au
Part (1/?)
(By the way, this is the first time I've ever posted anything as in a story on here. Tell me if you like it and also if there's any mispelling or things like that. Hope you enjoy! ❤)
Warnings: Mention of death, murder, blood and some strong language
In a world filled with both, incredible science and magic, soulmates were the center of most everyone's desire. Each worldy and otherwordly being, midgardians, asgardians, vanaheimans and much more had a soulmate to call their own. Wether one's soulmate would be of similar age or even born within the same world, was unknown. The only clue to when one found their soulmate was that a mark appeared once one locked eyes with them. Wether tiny and barely visible or humongous it almost covers one's whole body, both soulmates would always have the very same mark in the very same spot
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"Auntie, auntie! Look what I did in class today!", cheeks flushed with excitement the young boy ran up to you, proudly presenting his masterpiece. Said masterpiece being some odd shapes, snippets of colorful paper and a big misshapen heart in the center of it all. Artists would gouge their eyes out at the sight of it but you loved it nonetheless. How could you not? It was your nephew's drawing after all
"I made it for you. The bestest auntie in the world!", he beamed up at you
You mustered up a tired smile and ran a hand over his head. "It's beautiful sweetie. I love it so much that I think... we should go and get some ice cream!"
Initially you had planned on simply going home and taking a nap on the couch. But seeing your nephew's sparkling eyes at the mention of ice cream... you couldn't change your mind now
Yes... he did have you wrapped around his little finger
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧
"Austin? Where aaare you?", muffling his giggles with his hands, your nephew slid further into the shadows of the small cabinet, not realizing, he was not being quiet at all. You've long since heard him giggling and moving around. However, you didn't want to ruin the fun and pretended that it wasn't obvious he was hiding in the kitchen cabinet to your left. So you continued, looking under the table, behind the curtains, lifting vases and even going as far as to open the fridge!
You fake sighed. "I guess my darling nephew disappeared. I can't find him anywhere", you dramatically covered your eyes, "Hmmmm. I guess I'll have to go get a new one"
You smirked when you heard the panicked
"No!", come from your cabinet and opened your eyes just in time to see him tumble out and storm towards you. "You can't leave me! I won't let you!"
You laughed and picked him up. "I'd never leave you pumpkin", he only tightened his hold on you in response, nuzzling his face further into the crook ok your neck
Perhaps this wasn't the beast choice to get him out of his hiding spot because he surely-
"Mama and Papa left me"
Just as you feared. You really shouldn't have said that. Ever since he could understand you weren't his mother he believed his parents left him
"They never wanted to leave you sweetie. But they had to go"
Had to go your ass
"Why?", he looked up at you with his now glossy eyes
"They weren't allowed to tell me. So they only asked me to take care of you and I promised"
Lies but whatever
"Do you know where they are?"
You gulped and rubbed soothing circles over Austin's back. "No"
His voice was meek now. "Will they ever come back?"
It broke your heart to see him like that
No, they wouldn't ever return
"I don't know sweetie"
"Do you miss them?", tears glistened in his eyes
You kissed his forehead
"Always"
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧
From the corner of your eye, you watched Austin play with action figures and Lego. He seemed so content, smiling. You wished you could forget your troubles like him
You really felt guilty for not telling him but how could you. How could you convey to a child that his parents didn't leave but died? Murdered by an army of aliens he didn't know existed?
Almost seven years ago, when you still worked for *the* Tony Stark and were actually really close friends with him, shit hit the fan
Almost seven years ago, all hell broke loose when Loki, known as the God of Lies and Mischief, opened a huge portal, leading the Chitauri to attack and overthrow humanity.
Tony had told you to make sure the civilians were as safe as possible and to lessen some of their fear. That was when it all went down the drain
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧ ~flashback~
"(y/n)! (y/n)!"
You froze. Shit. This couldn't be. You were imagining things right?
You turned around and to your horror, your sister and her husband were ducking behind some cars. Of course you ran over to them. They were your family
"What are you doing here?", you hissed, "You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow!"
Before they could answer, a huge explosion made your ears ring. It was close. Too damn close
You ushered them away from the main street and into an alleyway. Left. Right. Running. Ducking. Hiding. Listening
Finally you could deem the sounds of danger far enough away to allow a break
Your brother-in-law was huffing and puffing, having helped your sister stay upright and holding his only few months old son
You quickly checked him and your nephew for any injuries and then tended to your sister. Smart you always carried a thin scarf on your person and that was why
Your sister had little cuts, bruises and scrapes all over. What you used the scarf for though, was the scraggly looking wound on her calf. That was why she couldn't walk properly and you knew only the adrenaline made her able to even move
You then took Austin from your brother-in-law and hushed him when the baby began to cry. God, your brother-in-law looked like he was going to faint
"We wanted to suprise you", your sister gasped, struggling to breathe, "You have so little time and we knew you have a day off today, so we though we could go out for dinner"
"Charming but right now, we can't stay here. It's to dangerous. Get up"
With her husbands help, she did
With the baby now in your arms, they were a lot faster too. You managed to sneak around like that, checking if the coast was clear ever so often
Suddenly you heard something which cause you to pause. You motioned for the adults behind you to not move either. They were a small distance behind you
Beeping... to the left, no behind you. Around where... they are...
The beeping sped up and it took you mere seconds to recognize the sound
You swivelled around to yell- but you were too late. Those seconds were mere seconds too many
The explotion burst forth right behind your sister and her husband
You were thrown back and slammed on your back. The force of the fall pressed all air out of your lungs
You didn't remember for how long you laid there, probably only a few seconds, but you knew you were tightly cradling your nephew
Against the protest of your screaming muscles you got up and looked around*
"Anna?", you called out. You didn't dare scream. Any of the Chitauri could be nearby
"Anna? Mick?", you took tentaive steps toward the huge pile of stones. The explosion had ripped apart the two inner walls of the buildings on either side of the alleyway
The ground was covered in stone as small as a pebble to bigger than your torso. Glass splinters creaked beneath your feet
You came to a halt in front of the piled rubble
"No, no, no... please no, please...", you whimpered. All begging could not change facts.
You saw the blood leaking from the bricks.
You knew that it was where they stood. And you knew that they couldn't have possibly survived
Tears welled up in your eyes but you had no time to cry
Grunts and roars far too close for comfort could be heard. They were there to check for any survivors.
You could consoder yourself lucky that your nephew was knocked out cold from the shock of the explosion. Had that not happened and Austin started to cry instead, the Chitauri would have surely found you
You had to get out of there. With one last mournful glance at the mass of stone, you sprinted away
♧◇♤♡♤◇♧ ~flashback end~
You blinked
Oh god you hadn't planned on sinking into your memories
You hastly wiped away any of your fallen tears and concentrated on cooking again. Luckily nothing burned while you zoned out and Austin didn't notice you standing there like a zombie
You were glad he was here with you. Without him you would've continued to work at the Stark tower, most likely becoming a shell of the woman you once were
With Austin here, you could focus on him, focus on something living. The precious and living memento of your sister
Not like he could go anywhere else
Your father had died only a few weeks before you were born and your mother had passed only a few years before Austin was born.
And Mick was an only child from Denmark. His parents had shunned him for moving to America, they wouldn't even let you speak to them, only stating that "It is your fault our Micky died", and hanging up
You didn't know anyone else of your or his family. That left Austin in your arms
You had left your job at the stark tower, got an apartment in New Jersey and started to work two different jobs to help with the finances. You couldn't depend on Tony to pay everything for you but he had insisted he buy the slightly too big apartment for you since you'd decided not to live in the Stark tower
Though it was a safe building, Tony's enemies often turned their eyes to the occupants and workers in the tower to use as baits or hostages. You didn't want Austin in the picture of said possibility
Though that wasn't the only reason
So you left and cut ties with most of your coworkers and friends from there. Only Tony visited you from time to time. Both of you made sure no one knew that Tony Stark visited (l/n) and her nephew. Austin only knew him as the Tony who always brought gifts
Which were way too expensive, not that Austin knew...
Throughout the day you worked as a 'barista' in a café near Austin's school and at night you worked as a waitress in the restaurant on the lowest floor of the building you lived in
Your new coworkers loved Austin and had bought you some cameras to set up in your apartment. You always turned them on before going downstairs to work. Every fifteen minutes one of the waiters or waitresses would take a peek at the monitor to make sure everything was safe. Now that Austin was older, he sometimes joined you and was allowed to watch how work was done
You were lucky and relieved to have found such good people
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