#brown eyed tony stark

[waitimcomingtoo]

A Sweet Boy Like Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when Peter gets hit with a truth serum on a mission, he tells you more then he means to

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“FRIDAY, what’s the status on the jet?” You asked out loud as you ate your cereal. A minor cold had benched you while the rest of the Avengers went on a mission in the Amazon. You’d been by yourself for nearly a week now and were needing some company.

“The jet should be touching down on the landing pad any minute.” FRIDAY answered you.

“Thank you.” You called back. You finished the rest of your breakfast and by the time you put your bowl in the sink with the rest of your dirty dishes, you heard footsteps in the main entrance. You tried to hide your excitement as you went out to greet the team. You saw all the Avengers standing in the middle of the room looking utterly exhausted except for Peter, who had a huge smile on his face.

“Hey guys. How was the mission?”

“Great rack. Truly immaculate rack.” Peter said and gave you a double thumbs up.

“Oh. What?” You smiled awkwardly and looked at Tony for an explanation. The team looked at each other, no one wanting to be the person that told you what happened. You frowned and folded your arms, looking at each of them until they caved.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell her.” Tony sighed. “Long story short, Peter got drugged.”

“What?” You gasped and looked at Peter again.

“I have a stinky in my brown hole.” He told you.

“He’s got a what in his what?” You asked the team.

“He has to shit. It’s all he’s been talking about for the 4 hour plane ride back here.” Sam groaned and went to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh my god. Ew. Brown hole?” You looked at Peter in disgust.

“Yessir.” Peter smiled and gave you another double thumbs up.

“Why is it brown? And wait, hold on, why is he on drugs?” You asked again.

“He got hit with a tranquilizer. In the neck.” Steve told you.

“See?” Peter smiled proudly and turned his head to the side. On his neck, you could see a massive red bump that looked like it was about to explode.

“JESUS FUCKING-“ You screamed but everyone on the team quickly motioned for you to stop.

“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad.” You quickly lied.

“Thank you. That’s what I said.” Peter laughed and touched his neck bump. It jiggled under his finger and you turned to the side to gag a little.

“My neck grew a boob.” Peter laughed and poked it again. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked to Tony for answers.

“How did he get drugged exactly?” You asked.

“Well long story short-“

“No. Enough with the long story short. I need to know how this happened. Give me the long story long.”

“I’ll give you the long.” Peter said and looked directly at you. You gave him a strange look as he attempted to wink at you. He ended up using both eyes and just gave you a slow blink.

“Oh my God.” You grimaced and looked away from him.

“Yeah, about that. When he wasn’t talking about having to poop, he spent the last four hours telling me he wanted to put you in 70 positions for 7 minutes.” Shang Chi told you.

“What? Do you mean 7 positions for 70 minutes?” You laughed and eyed Peter curiously.

“No. 70 positions in 7 minutes.” Peter clarified.

“But that’s like…10 positions every minute. That’s not even possible.” You said to Peter.

“Everything is possible when you’re a sweet boy like me.” Peter smiled and did a little spin.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked the team as you pointed to Peter.

“Friendly reminder that I still have to poop. Just hoping we can circle back to that soon.” Peter announced and moved his hand in a circular motion.

“Go poop. I need to talk to Mr. Stark.” You told him.

“Okay baby.” Peter smiled sweetly at you.

“Don’t call me baby.”

“Okay honey.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Okay princess butter buns.”

“Oh my God. That one was just…I don’t even know how to describe that one. Just stop talking and go poop.” You sighed and covered your face with your hands.

“Okay!” Peter clapped his hands before running to the bathroom.

“So what happened?” You asked the team once Peter was gone.

“Long story short-“ Tony began.

“Don’t.” You pointed at him.

“Right. Sorry. Basically, the mission was going super well and we were almost done but then Peter decided he needed to fart while we were in this metal kind of room and it smelled horrible so naturally we both start coughing and gagging, meanwhile the sound of the fart is still echoing off the walls of the metal room. They guards caught him and I about to pass out from his truly lethal fart so we started to run away but they shot him in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. Now he’s cracked out and probably leaving skid marks in one of my toilets.” Tony told you. You were stunned to silence as you mentally pictured everything Tony had just described. You looked behind you at the bathroom that Peter was in before looking back at the team.

“I kinda wish I just left it at the short version.” You admitted.

“As do I.” Tony sighed.

“So wait, what was he talking about on the jet? Other than having to shit, at least. He wants to do what with me?”

“Well it’s no secret that the boy wonder has romantical feelings for you. I think whatever was in the tranquilizer dart loosened him up and now he’s saying everything on his mind. No filter.” Tony explained.

“So basically…” You trailed off as you put it together.

“He wants to fuck.” Tony said, unamused. “I had to listen to him tell me he wanted to fuck you for four hours. In row. My only break from that being when he told me he was about to shit his pants.”

“This is my fault. I saw him drinking regular milk this morning and didn’t stop him. He said he’s be fine.” You chewed your bottom lip and looked at the bathroom that Peter was in.

“Clearly he wasn’t. Because whatever came out of his ass back there on that mission smelled like the inside of a mongoose.” Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“That was a really specific animal to say.” You frowned.

“Mongoose are opportunistic feeders. They eat everything from plants to small birds. Therefore, I imagine their insides smell really bad.” Tony shrugged as he explained his choices.

“How do you know so much about mongooses?” You asked him. “I don’t even know what they look like.”

“That’s so true. What the fuck is a mongoose?” Sam asked the team.

“They’re in the weasel family.” Bruce explained.

“So is Bucky.” Sam snorted.

“Can anybody tell me what a mongoose actually is?” You groaned.

“It’s a goose that’s mon.” Shang chi shrugged.

“But what’s mon?” Natasha asked.

“It’s the abbreviation of Monday.” Bucky said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“So mongeese are just regular geese but on Mondays?” You asked and everyone stopped to think about this.

“Wait, is it mongooses or mongeese?” Natasha wondered.

“I thinks it’s mongooses’s.” Sam answered.

“No. That doesn’t sound right.” Steve shook his head. Everyone started to talk over each other as they debated the correct plural use of the word “mongoose” while others debated what kind of animal a mongoose even was.

“Oh my God. Does it fucking matter?” Tony asked loudly, making everyone go silent.

“Jesus Christ. That was the single most infuriating conversation I’ve ever been apart of. It can be mongooses or mongeese. But it doesn’t matter. Because none of you are ever gonna need to use the plural of mongoose in a sentence. So everybody just shut up!” Tony continued. Everyone looked down in shame and Tony let out a little groan.

“You guys drive me to drink.” He said and rubbed his face again.

“I’m done!” Peter called from the bathroom suddenly.

“Congratulations! Do you want someone to come in there and wipe your ass?” Sam shouted back to humor Peter.

“That would be nice!”

“Okay. Bucky will be right there.” Sam shouted again and pushed Bucky towards the bathroom.

“I’m gonna kill your parents.” Bucky wiped around and pointed a small knife at Sam’s throat.

“Damn.” Sam backed up. “Why does every reaction from you have to be so hostile? You did the same thing when I stepped on the back of your shoe the other day.”

“You gave me a flat tire. I had to stop walking and fix my shoe. I hate doing that!” Bucky said through gritted teeth.

“Y’all, who fed Bucky after midnight?” Sam asked in annoyance. “You know he gets crabby when his blood sugar is too high.”

“I swear if I spend one more second with you people, I’m gonna do a swan dive off the top of this tower.” Tony interrupted their conversation.

“You should do a flip.” Sam said seriously, making Tony stare at him for a long time.

“Or a backflip.” Bucky added after a beat of silence.

“Is anyone coming to help me?” Peter called from the bathroom before Tony could retaliate.

“Jesus Christ. I’m gonna go check on him.” You groaned and went over to the bathroom. You knocked on the door a few times and Peter opened it up, still wearing his suit.

“Hey pretty lady.” He said slyly and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey. How’s it going in there?”

“Pretty good. Do you ever look at the shit you just took and think that that’s the biggest size dick you could take? Like, up your butt?” Peter asked you in a genuine manner. You shut your eyes and slowly sat down on the ground in complete silence. Peter watched you curiously as you buried your face in your hands.

“What’s wrong?” Peter wondered. You stayed silent and kept your head down in your hands, refusing to look at him.

“Was it something I said?” Peter asked again.

“Yes. It was. Never say anything that you just said again.”

“Okay.” Peter shrugged and sat down next to you. He looked at you for a minute before taking your face in his hands and pressing your foreheads together. He scrunched his nose while letting out a strained groan as if he was trying to push something out of his body.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to read your mind to see if you like me back.” Peter said and strained himself again.

“I really hope you washed your hands.” You grimaced but let him hold your face for another minute.

“I did. Wanna smell?” Peter didn’t wait for an answer and held his fingers up to your nose.

“Okay. Sea Island Cotten. At least they’re clean.”

“They don’t have to be.” Peter said and slowly winked at you.

“Don’t do that. Why did you wink like that? Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay.” He said with an ever slower wink.

“Wait, did you put your suit back on after going to the bathroom? Why would you do that?” You asked when he noticed what he was wearing.

“Oh. I don’t know.” Peter shrugged and looked down at his suit. He stood up and pressed the button in the center of his suit, allowing it to slip off and look around his ankles. He stepped out of it and folded it, leaving him in just his boxers. You stared at him with a dropped jaw for a moment, always taken aback when you were reminded what kind of body Peter had under his clothes. Peter noticed you staring at him and looked down at his body.

"What’s wrong? Are you stunned to silence over my sexy body?” Peter asked with genuine concern.

“Honestly, yeah. That’s exactly what’s happening here.” You admitted.

“One time you twisted in your chair to crack your back and your shirt rode up a little and I said your bare right hip and the upper part of your side and I think about that all the time.” Peter told you.

“Oh?”

“Another time you were bent over and I didn’t see you and you stood up when I was right behind you and your butt touched my penial area and I had to go lay down.”

“Penial area?” You whispered to yourself.

“Sometimes I think that I’m in love with you.” Peter continued. Your eyes flew open and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face. You quickly wiped the smile off and stood up.

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” You asked and started to bring Peter towards his bedroom.

“Can you lay with me?” Peter whined and buried his head in your neck.

“Yeah. Just for a little while. You need someone to take care of you.” You smiled shyly at his action.

“I do. I also need someone to hold my hand and kiss me and sleep in my bed and hold me and play with my hair-“

“Okay-“ You tried to interrupt.

“-and tell me when my breath smells and send me good mornings texts and tell me they love me and-“

“Okay. I get it. You want a girlfriend.” You finally cut him off.

“I do! You’re so smart. You should be my girlfriend.” Peter insisted as you went into his bedroom together. He took you by both of your hands and led you towards his bed.

“Do you know what you’re saying right now?” You asked through a nervous laugh. You wanted to believe he was beige serious, but you knew it was probably just the drugs talking.

“Of course I do. I’m saying that I have feelings for you and I want you to be my girlfriend.” Peter said as if it were the most simple thing in the world.

“Oh.” You gulped and felt your heart skip a beat. Peter went over to his pajama drawer and pulled on some flurry pink Hello Kitty okays but stayed shirtless.

“I’m also saying that I’m comfortable pining after you and continuing our friendship but if you ever wanted more then I want that too.” Peter told you as he stepped into his pants.

“I feel the same way.” You admitted before you realized what you were saying. You just got so excited that he had perfectly described your feelings that you didn’t think about the consequences.

“You do?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Can you tell me that again when I’m not coked out on tranquilizer?” Peter asked as he climbed into his bed. You bent down beside his bed and brushed his hair off his forehead.

“I don’t know. Maybe. If I’m feeling brave.” You said as you continued you play with his hair in the way you knew he liked.

“I hope you feel brave.” Peter sighed happily and rested his head down on his pillow. You stroked his hair until his eyes slowly fluttered shut and his breathing slowed. Once you thought he was asleep, you stood up and went to leave. Peter sat up suddenly and caught your wrist.

“Please kiss me.” He said in the softest tone you’d ever heard from him. You smiled at the request but shook your head.

“I can’t. You’re high.”

“And you’re hello. Now kiss me.” He smiled and tugged you closer.

“That’s not what I meant.” You chuckled and knelt down beside him again.

“What did you mean?”

“I mean you don’t actually want me to kiss you. You’re just high and confused.” You reminded him.

“Yeah. But I’m high and confused and in need of a kiss from a pretty girl.” He pointed and cupped your chin between his fingers.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked as a smile tugged at your lips.

“You don’t?” Peter scoffed, making your smile grow. When he saw that he was winning you over, he got the courage to go on. He sat up a little more in his bed and tilted your face towards his.

“I think I could stare at you for 7 minutes and find 70 things I love about your face.” He said softly as he stared at your lips.

“That’s like 10 things every minute.” You replied, eyes on his lips as well.

“Just 10? Then nah, I could find way more.” He insisted.

“Were you just surprised that 70 divided by 7 is 10?” You laughed softly.

“No but every time I remember 8 times 7 is 59 I get a stabbing pain in my side.” Peter replied seriously.

“8 times 7 is 56. Not 59.”

“Gross. That’s way worse.” Peter scrunched his nose. You laughed at him before looking at him skeptically.

“Do you actually like me or are you just on drugs?”

“I can be both on drugs and like you at the same time. The two can coexist.” Peter said simply.

“So how come you never told me before now?”

“Being in love with your best friend is not the easiest thing in the world to talk about.” Peter said a little sadly.

“Yeah. I know the feeling.” You smiled softly. Peter studied your face for a moment before pressing his forehead against yours again.

“You’re my best friend. You’re the number one person I want to talk to about having a crush. But you are my crush. So I kept it inside. Until some guys shot my neck with a tranquilizer dart and all my inside thoughts splooshed out.”

“Well I’m happy they splooshed out. I’m glad I know now.”

“You are?”

“I am. Because I like you too.”

“You do? Even with my fat neck?”

“Even with your fat neck.” You chuckled.

“So kiss me.” He whined.

“I can’t.” You whined back. “Not until you’re sober.”

“Why?” He groaned and flopped back down on his pillow.

“Because want to be sober enough to remember our first kiss, don’t you?”

“Yeah. You’re right. As always.” He sighed and pulled his covers up to his chin. You smiled softly before leaving down to kiss his forehead.

“Maybe tomorrow.” You whispered against his skin.

“Really? Tomorrow you think?” He asked in excitement.

“I said maybe.” You said pointedly. “Only if I’m feeling brave.”

“Okay. Then I hope you feel brave tomorrow.” Peter smiled in satisfaction and snuggled into his covers. You went to leave again but Peter took your hand.

“Stay with me?” He asked in a way that made it impossible to say no. You playfully rolled your eyes but got into the bed. Peter smiled in satisfaction and wrapped your arms around himself so that you were spooning him. You gave into his desire and held him tightly as you made sure to avoid the swollen lump on his neck.

You soon fell asleep and ending up sleeping through the night. When you woke up the next morning, you and Peter were still tangled together. You sat up and stretched, accidentally waking Peter up as well. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair sticking up in every direction. You laughed a little at the sight of his bed head before noticing the swelling on his neck had gone down and all he had was a bruise.

“Hey, your neck is skinny again.” You said and gently touched his neck.

“Thank God.” He sighed.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I was inside a mongoose.” Peter groaned and rubbed his face.

“How does every body know what a fucking mongoose is- you know what? Never mind. I don’t care anymore. And I know the feeling. I feel that way every time I listen to Somebody Else by the 1975.”

“So true. Fuck that, get money.”

“Fuck that, get money.” You nodded in agreement. Peter remembered the conversation you had before he fell asleep and looked at you, wondering if you remembered it too.

“What about you? How do you feel?” Peter asked coyly. You looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking about.

“Brave.”

“Brave? What the hell does that mean?” Peter asked you. Peter watched your face fall and immediately felt bad for the joke.

“I’m totally kidding. I remember. Kiss me.” He laughed and slipped a hand behind your head to pull you into a kiss. You leaned in and kissed Peter back, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his messy bed hair. Peter pulled you into his lap so that he could deepen the kiss. You made out on his bed for a minute until you were interrupted by Tony opening the door.

“Hey guys, did you want -stop screaming it’s just me- did you want pancakes?”

Tony asked. “Because I made way too many again. The entire kitchen is covered in stacks. Literally every surface in the kitchen has a comically large stack of pancakes on it.”

“Ugh. Why do you keep doing that?” You asked him for the millionth time.

“Because it makes me feel like fancy little rich bitch to use an entire cartoon of eggs on a single making of pancakes, okay? Happy now?” Tony snapped back.

“Yes. We’ll be down in a minute.” You mumbled in embarrassment.

“Cool. Try not to swallow each other.” Tony snorted before closing the door. You and Peter sat in awkward silence for a minute before looking at each other. You broke the tension by holding out your hand for him to take. Peter smile and slipped his fingers between yours before kissing the back of your hand.

“What do you say? Do you want to go get some pancakes?” You asked him.

“Does a mongoose have an immunity to snake venom?” Peter asked like it was obvious.

“I have no fucking idea.”

Peter laughed and leaned in to kiss you one last time before getting off the bed.

“Yes, they do. Now come on. Let’s go get some pancakes.”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

33 with Peter

33. soft kisses while cuddling in bed

—

May had a night shift at the hospital last night, so Peter invited you for a sleepover. You weren’t doing anything sneaky, though. May knew. Peter always invited you over when she was had a night shift. He didn’t like being alone in the apartment for a full night — even superheroes have fears.

You and Peter decided to make today a slow morning and stay in bed for as long as possible. It was gloomy and dark outside, which was a perfect excuse to stay in. 

You quietly talked about everything and nothing while cuddling in bed — and sharing a few soft kisses.  

''Why did you fall for me?'' Peter asked out of the blue, insecurity lacing his voice. ''I mean, you could’ve had a much better guy than me.'' 

''Well, I tried messaging Robert Pattinson on Instagram, but he never responded,'' you joked, but Peter wasn’t in a laughing mood. 

''I’m being serious, Y/N... You’re so beautiful and intelligent and caring and generous and funny and— and I’m just...me. Plain old Peter who loves Star Wars and never gets invited to parties.''

Peter had P.E. yesterday, so you guessed Brad or Flash must’ve said something in the locker room. About you and Peter. They always played with Peter’s brain out of jealousy and it disgusted you. 

You reached up and cupped Peter’s face gently, looking right into his deep brown eyes, catching the tinge of sadness into them. ''Do you want to know why I like you, Peter?'' He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. ''You’re kind,'' you said, tracing the line of his eyebrow with your other hand. ''Courageous.'' You dragged your finger over his cheekbone. ''Selfless.'' Then, up the shell of his ear and taking a piece of his curly hair and twirling it around your finger, you eyes still gazing into his. ''And always make me laugh with your witty remarks and nerdy references. You're the coolest person I've ever met and you don't even have to try.''

''I try really hard, actually,'' Peter admitted. 

You leaned down to kiss him, but Peter’s phone went off, its ringtone echoing loudly in the bedroom and disturbing your moment. 

''Don’t pick up,'' you begged. 

''I have to. It might be Mr. Stark.'' 

He sat up, but you clung onto him, trying to keep him in bed. ''He’ll leave a message. You can call him back later.'' 

Knowing Tony would just keep calling until Peter would answered, he easily slid from your hold and reached onto his nightstand for his phone. 

Peter's eyed widened in panic. This was worse than Mr. Stark. ''It’s May. She forgot her keys and she's outside. I have to go unlock the door for her.''

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[riordanness]

coffee… at midnight [p.parker]

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Thank goodness for that one boy… I think to myself as I breathe a sigh of relief as the final customer in the line walks out the door of ‘Swift Beans’, the small cafe/corner store I work at every night after school, to save for college next year.

I wouldn’t say that I hate customers, exactly, but large rushes will never, ever be something I enjoy.

Everything about them frustrates me. The stress of so many orders at once? The mess that it leaves everywhere, because you have no time to clean up during the rush itself? The lack of enjoyable chatter with customers?

Honestly, most of the things about this job frustrate me. Mostly, it’s the endless consistency. I hate routines, especially day-by-day ones. The mundane cycle makes me want to scream.

I let out a long sigh of frustration and exhaustion as I finish wiping down the bench behind the counter, and collect the empty milk cartons to take out back to the bins.

When I come back in, I glance up as the door opens and the little cluster of bells hung above it tinkles excitedly as it announces a new customer.

My face breaks into a smile against my will. If it isn’t my absolutely favourite customer. The brown haired, brown eyed boy started coming in here every afternoon at four fifteen exactly about a month ago, and it is the best part of my day, to be honest.

The boy reaches the counter, but before he can open his mouth to order or even say hello, I grin and recite: “One caramel oat milk latte, small, and a honey mustard sandwich with extra pickles.”

His honestly surprised smile is beautiful, and so worth it. “How on earth did you guess that?” he jokes sheepishly.

I roll my eyes lightly, teasing him. “Oh, I don’t know…” I muse, tapping my forefinger on the side of my jaw. “Maybe because you order the exact same thing every single day, and you’ve been doing that consistently for like a year?”

“Technically, it’s only been twenty-five weeks,” he corrects me, his smile almost a smirk as his brown eyes meet mine.

I laugh. “Exactly.” Throwing his pre-wrapped sandwich at him (I make it early just especially for him at the beginning of my shirt everyday), I make my way to the coffee machine, getting a shot of espresso ready and grabbing a takeaway cup to pour it into.

“So,” he says, stepping closer to me to talk. “How was your day?”

I make a slight face of annoyance as I reach for the red carton of oat milk. “Well, I had to go to high school all day, and then I got stuck in this dump of a shop, as usual.” I pour the milk into the shiny milk jug, and place the steam wand into the milk, the tip just under the surface of the milk.

“Hey, at least you’ve got a paying job,” the boy laughs gently.

Raising my eyebrows, I look up at him. “Oh, that’s right. You intern for Tony Stark, right?”

He nods, suddenly looking adorably shy.

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say. “Even if you aren’t getting paid for whatever it is you do, I bet there’s tons of kids who’d kill to be able to work for Tony Stark. Hell, I’d kill to just be in the same building as him.”

He laughs for real this time, and I feel a little swirl in the pit of my stomach. Something about the sound, about his smile, his eyes…

I blink, shake it off, and return my eyes to my milk jug, remembering that I actually have a job and need to do it. I twist the steam knob, and hear the all too familiar hiss of the hot steam coming out of the wand. I watch as the milk folds into a whirlpool, the little ch ch ch of the steam calming my suddenly rattled nerves.

I finish steaming the milk, and expertly pour it into the espresso shot, swirling the mlk around, mixing it with the golden brown creme, before bringing the top of the milk jug right up close to the coffee, and pouring a perfect heart. I bite my lip in satisfaction.

“Aw, look at that!” He smiles, and I give him an appreciative one in return. “I think you get better at latte art everyday,” he says earnestly.

I glance at him in surprise, my brow furrowing. “You really think so?” I ask. I take a lot of pains with my latte art, watching endless videos on how to improve your milk and pouring techniques, and I like to think to myself I’m improving, but no one, not even my manager has ever actually complimented my art skills.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he says, putting the takeaway lid onto the cup, and taking the first sip, the way he always did before leaving. “Mmm, good,” he says, a phrase I’m very used to.

I suddenly feel brave, and meet his brown eyes. I’ve been dying to know this boy’s name for weeks, spending hours every night thinking about him in my bed. I hadn’t fully allowed myself to believe it before, but today, I knew.

I had a crush on this boy, and I didn’t even know his name. I was a pretty shy girl when it came to talking to people I had a genuine interest in knowing. Customers, I could talk to them just fine. A new kid at school or a cute boy? I was absolutely hopeless. Okay, time to finally be fearless, I think, and open my mouth.

“What is your name?”

He gives me that smile I’ve begun to love so much. “Peter,” he says. “Peter Parker.”

“I’m y/n,” I tell Peter.

Peter smiles at me again, and slides a ten dollar bill across the table towards me. “See you tomorrow, y/n,” he says, before he turns and leaves the store.

I glance down at the money, and the note beside it.

call me, pretty girl?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Peter

That night at home, I rush through my homework faster than I ever have before. I shower, yank on my pjs, and sit cross-legged on my bed as I stare once again at Peter’s note. I gingerly pick up my cell phone, and swipe it open.

I type in the phone number Peter gave me. My thumb hovers over the green call button, however. I’m not even sure why I’m so nervous about this to be honest. It’s just a phone call. To a boy. To a very cute boy. A very cute boy who I’ve been crushing on for weeks. Who gave me his number and left me a note calling me ‘pretty girl’.

I bite my lip and press the button, hard.

Holding the phone to my ear, I hold my breath as it rings, once twice, three times.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” I say, a little breathlessly.

“Oh, hey, pretty girl,” he says, his voice warm and soft. “You got my note, I see.”

“You basically handed it right to me,” I laugh. “If I somehow missed it, I’d definitely have to get glasses and I really do not want glasses.”

“Why’s that, love?”

My heart skips at the nickname, and an irrationally wide smile creeps onto my face. “I, um, hate how I look with glasses on. I used to have them when I was little and they looked awful.”

“Nah,” Peter says easily, clueless to the effect he was having on me. “I reckon you’d look really cute with glasses on.”

“You think so?” My voice is weak.

“Definitely.” He was not going to be swayed. “You are literally the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Hell, I go to the exact same store every day after school, even though it’s completely out of my way, just to see your smile.”

I’m smiling now, so big it almost hurts my cheeks. I flop backwards onto my pillows, staring up at the fading and peeling glow-in-the-dark star stickers on my ceiling. “I asked for more hours just to be able to serve you. I learned how to make barista coffees just so I could make yours everyday.”

“I think I’m in love with you, y/n,” Peter says suddenly.

My breath hitches. “I-I think I’m in love with you, too,” I say. “I have been for a while, actually.”

I can almost hear his smile through the phone. “I’m glad.”

We stay on the phone for hours after that, chatting endlessly. And the night after, and the night after that. He still comes into the cafe every afternoon, and I still make him his caramel oat latte. And honestly, I’ve never been this happy to have a daily routine.

#peter parker #mcu #mcu peter parker #peter parker fic #short fic #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu fanfic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker fanfic #mcu peter parker fanfiction #marvel #spider-man #mcu spider-man #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Every scene with Peggy in CATFA is infuriating. But the two scenes that infuriate me the most are: Peggy shooting Steve over petty jealousy and Peggy being so damn rude to Bucky at the bar. The last one is especially infuriating because Bucky was being polite and courteous to Peggy, but she just totally ignored him and continued to oggle at Steve. Like WTF was that all about??? What did Bucky ever do to Peggy???

That second scene is interesting when you factor in the period, and the fact that they thought they were writing a heterosexual scene.

Because you've got Bucky, who's supposed to know all about romancing the dames, who sees a woman walk up to his friend in a bar. And just... stays where he is.

Bro etiquette -- now and then -- dictates he should be hustling across the room to give Steve some privacy. But he doesn't.

(And Steve doesn't seem at all bothered that he doesn't either, does he?)

There is no reason why Steve -- even if he is busy giving his usual Live Slug Reaction to being hit on, yet again, by a woman who can't take a hint -- cannot answer Peggy's clumsy overtures himself.

But he doesn't.

So Bucky steps in, and prevents her from making even more of a fool of herself (twinkling at a man who just gives 🙂), by filling in the conversational gap. Picking up the anvil-sized hints she's dropping since Steve apparently doesn't care to.

(Hitting on a woman who walks up in a vamp dress and a bar would be considered less gallant by today's standards, but by WWII standards? Bucky is being the sole gentleman here!)

So why does he do it?

Did they mean to imply, by casting Jenna Coleman, that brown-eyed-brunettes are Bucky's type? 😬 Eeesh. Doesn't really say much for why Steve would be interested in her then, does it?

(In fact, it's like he only enjoy's Peggy pass as a do-over of the Stark Expo Double Date, but now he gets to succeed with the 'Jenna Coleman' instead of Bucky. It's just another version of Endgame's Hero's Journey-style 'Woman As Prize' motif. 🙄)

Bucky stays where he is and shows an interest because the dudebro writers so transparently wanted Steve to get the Nerd's Revenge; a little wish-fulfillment power fantasy. The handsome popular friend with the great personality, getting punished for being more popular and handsome than the hero in high school, by striking out with The Girl while the hero succeeds.

But -- since they're incompetent and/or cannot control what CEvans chooses to do with his performance 😂 -- Steve is not at all bothered when Peggy leaves, makes no move to go after her, etc. 🤔

No move to 'go dancing' when he has the opportunity, just like he didn't make a move on the original Jenna Coleman character, either...

(Contrast that with: actually-interested Tony Stark who couldn't be prevented from going after Pepper Potts, when he saw her in a 'hero' dress at the party.)

And those idiot writers think this scene is Peggy proving she's a Cool Girl.

Because she, who alone knows the Real Steve, has remembered that Steve is secretly just a great big loser inside...

(Never mind that he's a globally famous film star, a decorated war hero, a superhuman and a heart throb, obviously he's still beneath such an important person as Peggy Carter, nepotism hire!)

...So she has come, in Gaston Red, to announce that she will Allow Steve to date Her!

(Her Royal Highness the Most Specialist- nay, Only Special Person in the Whole Multiverse!!)

And she widens her eyes at him as if to say what a lucky boy he is, what a treat for him!

.

She is rude to Bucky, and won't look at him, because she is written by men who think a Strong Female Character means one who acts like a man.

In this case, it's a 'won't acknowledge the less-attractive female friend of the woman he's relentlessly targeting at the club' sort of a man. 🤡

Bucky's crime is being undateable and yet still in her presence. (Why can't he just have the common decency to not exist??)

No wonder Steve stayed with his bros! If he was a girl, he'd be a girl's girl. 😌

#CATFA meta #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #mcu meta #remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T JUST LIKE 🤍

[assassuub]

It could have been, if not interesting, at least non-insulting by having a Champions tie-in to this latest X-M*n failure, with the powered Champions getting targeted for having powers (for the third fucking time) despite not being mutants and getting involved in anti-bigotry activism...

But No! Instead:

Ms. Marvel gets killed in a mediocre P*ter P*rker comic she was barely in and is replaced with a bootlicking X-M*n prop who's: immediately throwing away her entire life to push their stupid little ethnostate that she's almost never interacted with; needing a White Blonde Blue-Eyed Girlboss Supreme to explain how discrimination works to her, a clearly oh-so-privileged brown Pakistani-American Muslim girl; and breaking the established rules of the universe that mutants die when subjected to Terrigen Mist.

Tony Stark gets relegated into a side character in his own damn comic, thereby trashing the interesting plotlines with the weapons he was trying to neutralize and Riri Williams with the Ten Rings, who was subjected to off-panel magic corruption again.

Spider-Man got replaced by N*ghtcrawler for a while? I didn't give enough of a shit to care while it was happening and I'm not going to start now.

And all of it because the X-M*n's immortal ethnostate project failed so spectacularly that an extremist group, staffed by the most cartoonishly evil bigots, took over the world, or at least the US or something, and chased the X-M*n off of the planet. Spending your time colonizing outer space and enforcing your white-US-capitalist designs on the rest of humanity worked out well, it doesn't seem! Might as well start calling them the L-M*n with all the big fat Ls they've been taking!

I miss when the X-M*n were cordoned off into their own, halfwitted corner of the Marvel universe, where their taint wasn't being spread on characters I actually like.

But No.

Ms. Marvel's dead and the Champions probably went with her. The Ironheart plotline I was interested in was thrown away in favor of fucking E*ma Fr*st. Nova and Viv have barely shown up outside of that trash "Ms. Marvel's Dead and We're Sad!" one-shot. Spider-Man got fucked over and the worse, mediocre Spider-Man, like, stole Kamala's corpse or some shit? And I'm never going to not be pissed about all this.

#marvel #ms. marvel #kamala khan #ironheart #riri williams #iron man #tony stark #spider-man #miles morales #champions #marvel champions

[franciegummstarstruck]

My new JG fanfic, "Soldier Boy"..

Judy was seated in a sleek set chair, lightly puffing on a cigarette while listening to another one of Mr. Louis B. Mayer's lectures inside his stark white pretentious studio office.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Judy. Your mother has informed me that you're spending too much time at night clubs. Dating men twice your age and staying out much too late for a girl your age.." Mr. Mayer grumbled while organizing a stack of papers on his enormous desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayer. I will try to get in earlier..but I am over eighteen. And I can assure you, the men I go out with are complete gentlemen." Judy confidently replied.

"All gentlemen are wolves." he retorted.

Judy low-spiritedly looked down at her lap.

"Why, a young lady like you can get in all kinds of trouble running around night clubs with over sexed actors and Latin lovers. Just the other day, I read in some movie magazine that you and Tony Martin were seen French kissing over cocktails at Ciro's!"

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes popped out and her mouth fell open.

"But, Mr. Mayer. That never happened. Although, I admit it would've been sorta nice if it had.." she replied with a teasing smile.

"Stop behaving like a silly schoolgirl! This studio is not paying you to flounce around Hollywood as a party girl. You are one of the most important stars on the lot and we're going to make sure your reputation stays untarnished." he fired back.

Judy soberly looked at Mr. Mayer and gently put out her cigarette in the ceramic ash tray resting on the studio executive's desk.

"And that's another thing..you're not to be seen smoking in public. Photographers are everywhere in this town...it's bad for publicity. Your wholesome image is important. The studio is going to protect that image for as long as you're under contract here, young lady." Mr. Mayer continued.

"Greer Garson smokes in public." the pretty young actress spoke up.

Mr. Mayer flashed a stern look at Judy.

"Ms. Garson isn't America's little sweetheart."

"America's little sweetheart? I thought that was Shirley Temple." Judy sassily replied with a cute chuckle.

Unamused, Louis B. Mayer straightened his necktie and took off his glasses to clean them with a nearby handkerchief.

"Judy, I want you to know that I've come to think of you like a daughter. I'm proud of you. So proud of your work. Don't you realize that whatever I advise you to do or not do is for your own good?"

Judy dutifully nodded with a sigh.

At that moment, Mr. Mayer sprung up from his leather chair.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I visited the set of "Naughty Marietta" back in 35' and directed a scene with Jeanette MacDonald?" he boasted, putting his spectacles back on.

"Yes, Mr. Mayer, I think so." Judy answered.

Of course, she had heard him recount that tiresome story many times before in meetings over the years, but always listened with wide-eyed eagerness.

"There was this long flight of stairs..and I showed Jeanette exactly how she should glide down those steps into Nelson Eddy's arms.." Mr. Mayer dramatically rattled on, taking out of his desk drawer an old ostentatious wig.

"So help me, if he puts that ghastly thing on top of his head and starts singing I'm leaving.." Judy mused.

Mr. Mayer went on and on about how he saved the picture from disaster and with steel tears in his eyes began to croon a few lines of "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" while pretending to showgirl-like walk down a flight of imaginary stairs.

Judy held back from wanting to burst out with laughter watching this grown man cavort around the room like an idiot.

Just then, there was a brisk knock on the door, interrupting Mr. Mayer's impromptu performance. All at once, the movie mogul halted his act.

"WHO IS IT?!" he belted out, wiping his brow with a hankie.

The door swung open and to Judy's sweet surprise, there stood a tall, gorgeous Navy sailor boy.

"Who are you?" Mr. Mayer snapped.

"I'm Guy Madison. I had an appointment today, sir." the serviceman answered with an apprehensive smile.

Judy turned around in her chair and felt her heart flip looking up at the hunky young man.

Louis B. Mayer glanced down at his wrist watch.

"Oh, that's right. It completely slipped my mind. Well, you'll have to come back in another hour, young man. I'm running a little behind schedule today." he brashly replied, clearing his throat.

The wavy haired young man glanced down at Judy for a moment.

"Oh, excuse me. How do you do?" he shyly mumbled.

Mr. Mayer took his wallet out of his suit pocket and frisked out a few dollar bills.

"Here, go and get yourself some lunch at the commissary. And keep the change."

"OK. Thank you, sir." he said, briefly stepping inside the office to take the cash from Louis B. Mayer's right hand.

Judy pensively watched young Mr. Madison scat out of the room while Mr. Mayer returned to his desk.

"Ok, Judy. That's all for today. You can go now and enjoy your lunch, too. But, remember..no splitting a burger with another actor or indulging in a slice of cake. You have to stay pretty and slim for the camera."

"Yes, Mr. Mayer." she muttered in a lamblike tone. "I've got to find myself another job." Judy thought to herself.

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Arriving at the studio commissary, Judy decidedly joined a table occupied by fellow starlets, Ann Rutherford and bathing beauty newcomer Esther Williams. The ladies exchanged pleasantries and then dived into usual girl talk after ordering their lunch plates.

Judy was served a pineapple cottage cheese salad with a bowl of chicken broth soup and a small glass of coke. While Ann and Esther were indulging in big fat juicy cheese burgers and tall milk shakes. Both gals offered to split their burgers with Judy but she politely refused. She had to stick to a strict low-calorie diet at the studio in order to stay on the payroll.

"Gee, Judy. I don't know how you do it. I'd faint from hunger if I had to follow a liquid diet like that!" Ann exclaimed.

"Believe me, it's not easy. But, what can I do about it? I have to keep myself slim for the movies." Judy replied, sipping her bland soup.

"You need to revolt! You're one of the biggest stars at MGM. They need you more than you need them. Movie goers love you..and it has nothing to do with how slim you look." Esther spoke up.

"That's easy for you to say, darling. You can eat anything and not gain a pound!" Judy quickly responded.

"It's all that swimming Essie does" Ann chimed in.

"That's true..the studio has me kicking underwater most of the time!" Esther replied with a wry chuckle.

Just then, a good-looking serviceman, seated all alone at a table, caught the attention of Ann.

"Who's that dreamboat?" she uttered while finishing her strawberry milkshake.

Judy and Esther turned around to look at the handsome gentleman from across the room.

"Wow. He is dreamy. I've never seen him before. Must be a new guy around here.." Esther said, swooning.

"He is a new guy around here. His name is Guy Madison." Judy nonchalantly replied.

"You mean to say that, that cute guy's first name is Guy?!" Ann inquired with a giggle.

Judy smiled and nodded.

"That's right! We met informally in Mr. Mayer's office this morning.."

Esther softly interrupted, "Don't look now..but he's looking your way, Judy."

"He probably wants to come over to our table and strike up a conversation. Well, whatever..I've got to run, girls. I have a hairdresser appointment. The next time you see me, I'll be a redhead!" Ann lively expressed, rising from her chair.

The ladies heartily giggled.

Then, Esther looked down at her tiny gold wristwatch.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm gonna have to scat too. I have a meeting with some photographers at the pool. Call me later, Judy honey. You can tell me how it worked out with your sigh guy." she exclaimed with a wink.

After Ann and Esther said, "Toodles" to Judy, the dashing young sailor made his way over to her table.

"Hello, again." he warmly said, with a nice grin.

Judy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach.

"Hello." she uttered with an inviting smile back.

"May I join you for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." she replied.

Guy took a seat straight across from Judy at her table.

"You're awfully pretty close-up..you know, you're the first movie star that's said a word to me all day...I guess around here I kinda look like a misfit..my Navy uniform and everything.." he rambled on in a sweet, vulnerable manner.

"Gee whiz. He's so open and genuine, it's refreshing. Not like most of the men I've dated" Judy mused.

"Are you an actor?" she asked.

"No, but my agent thinks I could be." Guy replied with a boyish grin.

A waitress came by with the serviceman's lunch after realizing he moved to Miss Garland's table. A large delicious looking steak sandwich with hash browns and onion rings. And a cup of coffee.

"This looks great, thank you." he said, looking up at the waitress.

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes widened, eyeing all that scrumptious food across the table.

Guy couldn't help but see her reaction and remarked, "Would you like half of my sandwich? The lunch they served you certainly didn't look very filling."

"Thank you..but I'm not allowed to split a sandwich with another actor. I'm on a strict diet. Studio rules." Judy replied with a deep sigh.

Guy reached for a fork and knife, cut his steak hoagie in half.

"Well, I'm not an actor yet. I'm a first class Navy seaman. So, you won't be breaking any rules."

Judy burst out with a cute giggle that wrinkled her nose.

"That's right!" she said, discreetly taking a half of Guy's tasty looking sandwich off his plate.

"I sure hope the studio doesn't put me on any crazy diet. That's if, I get employed. I'm crossing my fingers. My agent luckily got me an appointment with Mr. Mayer today. I sure hope Mr. Mayer won't hold it against me, interrupting your meeting like I did earlier. I feel like such a dope." he confided, while munching away at his lunch.

"Don't worry about that! Mr. Mayer's bark is worse than his bite! I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." she encouragingly replied, kiping an onion ring off his plate.

Guy chuckled and playfully slapped her hand.

"Tu es un mignon petit briseur de règles." he uttered.

Judy flashed a quizzical look back.

"What does that mean?"

Guy cheekily leaned forward.

"It's French for, you're a cute little rule breaker."

Judy threw back her head in laughter.

Guy picked up the menu on the table.

"Now, let's see what sounds good for dessert.." he mumbled with a grin.

"Do you speak French, fluidly?" she asked.

"Yeah. I picked it up while stationed for a few months in the South of France." he casually replied taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, I'd love to visit Paris someday!" Judy said enthusiastically.

"A couple of shipmates and I drove up to Paris for a weekend. It was beautiful, if you like old buildings, art museums, and French pastry...you know, there wasn't one hot dog stand around?" he bluntly expressed.

Judy snickered and snuck another onion ring off Guy's plate.

The good-hearted sailor boy chuckled.

"Do you like chili dogs? You know, it's kinda funny..once I ordered a bowl of chili and a hot dog at The Stork Club in New York. I poured the chili all over that hot dog and the waiter just about had a fit..not to mention my date!" he vocalized with an impish grin.

Judy chuckled.

"I love hot dogs..but I've never ordered one at a night club!" she replied.

Guy broke out with a hearty chuckle. And then, suddenly, the young man grew quiet, noticing the time on a wall clock in the commissary.

"Well, Judy. It's been a lot of fun talking with you over lunch..but, I'm gonna have to scoot. I don't want to be late for my appointment with Mr. Mayer."

"Oh, I understand. I've enjoyed our chat and thanks for sharing your lunch with me." Judy replied with a wink.

She then took a little pen out of her purse, scribbled her phone number on a napkin.

"Let me know how your meeting went later on.." Judy replied, handing the napkin to the cute sailor boy.

Guy beamed.

"Thanks, I will!..and if you're not busy tonight, would you like to see a show or go out dancing? I've heard there's a great new rhumba band at Ciro's." he mentioned.

"I'd love to. Ciro's is my favorite night spot!" Judy bubbly replied.

"Then it's a date!" he said with a big smile.

"We'll order chili and hot dogs..and you can teach me French.." she uttered with a winsome smile.

Guy burst out laughing.

"I don't think you can learn French in just one night." he quipped.

"Well, we can start with the basics. Like, for instance..a kiss.." Judy flirted back.

Guy blushed all over.

"A French kiss??"

"Yes! I'm dying to learn and this time, the press can finally print something true about me for a change!"

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ The End ♥

@KristenRaeJohnson

#judy garland #guy madison #esther williams #ann rutherford #french kiss #fanfiction #golden age of hollywood

[arkytiorwrites]

How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small

Tony Stark x Reader

Walking into the bedroom be shared with the most incredible person in the world, Tony stared in horror at the sight before him.

Sitting at the foot of their bed, first aid supplies scattered around you, Y/N attempted to patch up a horrific, bloody gash on your side; a pained whimper escaping your mouth every time you brushed against it .

"Oh, God," he choked out. Horror, worry, and absolute fury at whoever had harmed this angel on earth warring in him.

Head jerking up, startled Y/E/C met pained chocolate brown.

“T-Tony!” You squeaked. “I can. I can explain!”

"Can you? Because I really don't see how you can explain away a goddamn stab wound that you elected to hide from me, and not get help,” he yelled, anger temporarily winning out.

Head sinking down with each word, you curled in on yourself in an attempt to make yourself smaller before the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; something that snapped the inventor out of his rage and into remorse and protectiveness.

"Why didn't you say anything, baby?" he pleaded, slowly approaching and kneeling a few feet away.

“I didn't. I didn't want to be a bother," you admitted softly. “You and everyone else had a meeting with Fury. And it's honestly not that bad!”

“Honey, you are literally bleeding your guts out. I fail to see how it's " not that bad ", Tony snorted. “I'm taking you to Cho, and that's final.”

Letting out an unhappy whine at that, you curled a bit more in on yourself.

"Do I have to? I hate her regen’ machine, it feels wrong,” you complained.

"I know, sweetheart. But Capsicle and One-Eyed Willy like their troops at peak performance,” Tony commented snarkily, needing to see his angel smile, even just a little bit.

You snickered hysterically at that, your smile enough to light the world for a thousand years.

"Grazie, amore mis per esserti sempre preso cura di me. (Thank you, my love , for always taking care of me)," you murmured in Italian as Tony scooped you up and began to carry you to the medical wing of the Avenger Tower.

Hearing you speak his mother's language did indescribable things to his heart and soul.

“Qualsiesi cosa per te mia dolce (Anything for you, my sweet),” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

#tony stark x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #arkytiorwrites #tony stark #iron man #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x gn!reader #tony stark x male reader #tony stark has a heart #injury #hurt and comfort #hurt and fluff #tony yells but he means well #tony is a sweetheart #he loves the reader so much #cap is gonna get chewed out for this 10/10 #yet another blurb

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Tomorrow ~ Part 4

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,530ish

Summary: The team struggles with waiting for any information on you.

Warnings: angst, medical stuff, panic, heart attack

Notes: I know I keep saying ‘just one more part’, but I’ve decided that this is now going to be a mini-series. I will be making a masterlist later today. Hopefully, the fact that I’m making a few more parts is okay with everyone. I haven’t felt able to write so freely like this in a long time. It feels wonderful.

< previous part

Twelve hours had passed. Twelve long, excruciating hours.

Twelve hours since you crashed and Tony straddled you and began compressions.

Twelve hours since you were taken away from the team and locked away in the surgical wing with the med team.

Twelve hours since Natasha helped Tony up to his lab and then was locked out of it, the man not wanting anyone near him.

Twelve hours since Steve sat down in the corner of the waiting room, refusing to clean up or speak.

Everyone on the team but Tony and Steve had cleaned up. Rhodey and Pepper had arrived and were working to coax Tony out of his lab while everyone else was stuck in the waiting room. Sam and Bucky were leaning against the wall, keeping watch of Steve. Natasha and Clint were in the corner adjacent to Steve, with Natasha just sitting there and Clint quietly talking to his wife on the phone. Bruce was pacing the room, a tablet in his hand that he was using to try and get into your medical file he was suddenly being locked out of. Wanda and Vision were sitting on the same side as Natasha and Wanda, holding onto each other.

“Hey guys,” Peter timidly greeted as he and happy walked in with drink carriers and large brown bags.

“Hey,” a few of the team members solemnly responded.

“Pepper had a bring food,” Happy stated, setting the bags down on the coffee table in the center of the room.

“And drinks!” Peter added, following Happy’s actions.

“Thanks,” Sam responded as he shot the kid a small smile.

“Any news?” Happy asked.

“Not yet,” Natasha sighed, reaching over to grab her and Clint some food.  

“I’m sure she’ll pull through,” Peter said. “Y/N’s tough.”

Steve scoffed causing everyone to stare at him. “You didn’t see her,” he whispered. “You didn’t see the amount of blood.” Steve twisted his bloodied hands around as he spoke. “No one can sustain injuries like that and live... they’re just too scared to come out and tell us the truth.”

The members of the team worriedly eyed each other.

“Steve,” Wanda gently called, removing herself from Vision’s hold to go over and sit beside her Captain. “She’s still with us. I can feel it. I can show you.” 

Steve kept his focus on his hands, waiting a few seconds before nodding. Wanda lifted her hand to hover near Steve’s head. Red tendrils floated from her fingertips to his head. Steve gasped lightly at the contact.

“Can you feel her?” Wanda asked. “It’s dim, but she’s still there. She’s still fighting… for you.”

Tears sprung from Steve’s eyes and began to trickle down his cheeks. “Thank you,” he rasped.

“Of course.” She sat there and carefully watched him for a moment. “Why don’t you go change? You don’t want to be covered in her blood when you’re allowed to see her.”

“I can’t leave. What if something happens?”

“I can send Vision to grab you some clothes while I ready the shower in one of the private med-bay rooms. Does that sound okay?”

Steve nodded. “Thank you.”

Wanda gave him a small smile and a squeeze on his shoulder before she and Vision headed out to complete what she had promised.

“Has anyone heard from Mr. Stark?” Peter wondered.

“Pepper and Rhodey are up there now, trying to get him out of the lab,” Bucky explained. “You might have a better shot than them right now.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. “I’ll head up and give it a try.” 

“I’ll join you,” Happy said before the two took their leave.

~~~

Steve stood under the running water, staring at the ground. He watched as the blood washed off him and down the drain until there was none left. That’s when he actually took the time to wash his body and hair, being slow-moving due to his joints feeling as heavy as his heart.

After he was showered and changed, he slowly came back out to the waiting room. Steve immediately noticed the shift in energy since he had last been out there. Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and Peter were down in the waiting room with the rest of them now. Everyone was standing around, looking more worried than before.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Steve asked, his heartbeat increasing rapidly. “Is it Y/N?”

“No,” Natasha breathed out. “It’s Tony.”

“What happened to Tony?”

“We believe it was a panic attack,” Pepper answered, trying to keep her emotions in.

“Okay? He has those all the time. I don’t—“

“That led to a heart attack. He— I’m sorry.” Pepper shook her head. “I can’t.” Happy brought her into his chest, allowing her to cry.

“Tony’s now is surgery as well,” Natasha finished for Pepper.

“What?” Steve exhaled. “That…” His hand came up and ran down his face. “This can’t be happening… have we at least had an update about Y/N?” The team glanced at Wanda. “Wanda? What is it?”

“There was just a little scare,” Wanda said slowly, holding her hands up slightly. “Almost as soon as Tony was rushed down here, I felt a shift. Like she…”

“No…”

“It took a few moments before I could feel her again. It’s a little bit stronger than when I showed you before but still weak.”

Steve shook his head. “I can’t handle this. I—ugh!” He turned and punched a hole through the wall, causing a few of his teammates to jump.

“Hey, if you need to take some aggression out, let’s go to the train floor and spare,” Bucky suggested. “Here is not the place to do it.”

“I’m fine, Buck. I’m good.”

“No one here believes that for a second. Especially because none of us are good, so you definitely aren’t.”

“I’m not leaving this room again. Not until we get some good news.”

Just then, a doctor exited the surgical wing and everyone’s heads snapped in their direction. No one dared to speak or move, waiting for the doctor to first.

“Y/N’s out of surgery,” the doctor stated. None of the team felt relieved by that statement and waited with bated breath for the doctor to continue. “But she’s nowhere near being out of the woods.” And there it was. “As you probably know, Y/N had major injuries when she arrived and had lost a lot of blood. We have taken care of what we can for now, but we can’t keep her on the operating table anymore. We need to monitor her for a few days before we go back in.”

“What—“ Steve stopped himself and swallowed nervously. Natasha walked over and grabbed his hand, giving it a little squeeze. “How bad is it?”

The doctor sighed. “She will need a full knee replacement for her right knee. We have done the best we can, for now, to clean it up and get it prepped, but we felt like it wasn’t a major priority for today. We will do the knee replacement when she is more stable. We have patched her up the best we can for now, but there is a chance that she may need a liver transplant and one of her kidneys taken out. As I said, we will closely monitor her as she did crash before you brought her and in once during surgery.” 

Steve closed his eyes, trying to calm himself but he was immediately taken back to that HYDRA base, holding your unconscious body in his arms.

“Do you know anything about Tony?” Pepper asked softly.

“Yes, Tony’s surgery is going well,” the doctor answered. “Everything is going as it should and he should be out of surgery within the next two hours. Someone will keep you updated.”

“Thank you.”

“Can, uh, can we see Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Unfortunately, only medical staff can go into her room right now due to how careful we have to be. But, I am having her put in a corner room with hallway windows so that you can come and go as you please there.” Steve nodded. “Tony will be put in the room across from Y/N, to also make it easier on everyone.”

“Thank you,” Pepper said.

“You all should get some rest. It is going to be a long road ahead and both Y/N and Tony will need your support. I will let you know when you can come and see either of them.” The doctor gave them all a tight-lipped smile before heading back into the surgical wing.

“At least she’s made it out of surgery,” Sam said, breaking the silence after the doctor had left. “That’s a positive thing.”

“We should as the doctor has advised and get some rest,” Vision said. “Come on, dear.” He led a worried and tired Wanda out of the waiting room.

“I can’t leave,” Pepper whispered, shaking her head. “Not until Tony’s out of surgery.” She walked over and sat down.

“I’m not leaving either,” Steve said, coming over and sitting beside Pepper.

“I’ll stay with these guys right now,” Bucky offered. “The rest of you go get some rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens.”

The rest of the team slowly left the waiting room, Sam squeezing Bucky’s shoulder as he walked past. After everyone was gone, Bucky took a seat across from Pepper and Steve. He watched as Pepper’s hand reached over and took one of Steve’s. Steve’s hand responded by gripping Pepper’s back. Bucky knew that those two needed each other the most right now, with their loves both in dangerous positions. So Bucky sat back, keeping his eyes on his friends and the door.

~~~

An hour had passed before a nurse exited the surgical wing. Steve and Pepper jumped up, still holding hands. Bucky followed suit, walking up to the nurse.

“I’m allowed to tell you that you can come back in small groups,” the nurse stated. “No one but medical personnel is allowed in Y/N’s room, but Tony’s room is available to sit in and be with him. We have set up chairs in the hallway for additional seating.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said.

“Of course. Let me know if anything else is needed.” Then the nurse slipped away.

Bucky turned to his friends. “I’m going to stay out here and let you two go in alone first.”

Pepper let go of Steve’s hand and came over and hugged Bucky. “Thank you,” she whispered as he hesitantly hugged her back.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

Pepper nodded as she pulled away and headed into the surgical wing. Bucky’s gaze then fell on Steve. He was frozen in his spot, staring at the double doors that would allow him to be closer to you. Bucky sighed as he carefully walked over to his old friend.

“I can’t…” Steve’s voice was broken as he spoke quietly. “I don’t…”

“I’m gonna be honest with you punk, it’s not going to be pretty in there,�� Bucky said. “I’m sure she’s covered in bandages and blood. And there are probably hundreds of cords and tubes connected to her. But she’s alive and all of those things are helping her keep that way.” Bucky waited for a beat to see if Steve would say anything before continuing. “If you’re not ready to see her, you don’t have to. I could go in there and check before if you wanted.”

“No,” Steve shook his head slightly. “I need to.”

“Take all the time you need. I won’t tell the others until you and Pepper are ready.”

Steve gave one solid nod in response, still staring at the double doors. After another few minutes, Steve took a deep inhale and shakily headed towards the doors. He pushed through them and headed down the grey and white hallway. Memories filled his head of times when either of you was injured and you’d end up together down here.

“I didn’t know it would explode like that!” You had exclaimed once while getting your left hand wrapped up. 

You and Steve had been playing around in Tony’s lab instead of socializing at a party when whatever you were playing with exploded in your hand.

Steve laughed. “It was on Tony’s desk, doll. Nine times out of ten it’s bound to explode.”

There had been many other times like that one made in the med-bay. But nothing was as traumatic as this. None of those experiences were this close to killing either of you. As he was nearing the rooms he knew that you and Tony were being held in, Steve’s heart rate elevated and his breathing quickened. He stopped himself and pressed his back up against one of the walls. 

“I can do this… I can do this…” He whispered to himself as he tried to not panic. “She’s alive… she’s alive…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “She’s alive… oh gosh— I can’t.”

“Breathe with me Steve,” Pepper gently ordered, hurrying up to the man. She put one hand above his heart and grabbed one of his hands to hold above her heart. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

Steve shook his head, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes. “I can’t… I can’t handle this… what if she—“

“Don’t dwell on the what-ifs. We can’t afford to do that… Y/N’s just over there and she’s alive. That’s all we can ask for. Now, breathe. In for five, out for five. Do it with me.”

Steve listened as Pepper guided him through the breathing exercise. She was so patient and kind through it, making Steve’s heartache. Pepper could see in his eyes the question he was too afraid to ask.

“Yes, I learned to do this because of Tony,” she said quietly. “I haven’t needed it in a while.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She shot him a small smile. She dropped her hand and his. “You ready? I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

“How bad is it?”

Pepper sighed. “Honestly… it’s pretty bad Steve. But I’ll be here and you can leave as soon as you’re ready.”

Steve nodded. “Okay… let’s go.”

Pepper waited for Steve to take the first step. The step was shaky and too clumsy for the Captain. But it was a step. Pepper followed a step behind to give him some space. She winced at the loud inhale it took when he could finally see you through the windows.

There was a tub in your mouth, a machine breathing for you. You were bandaged up so much that there was almost not a patch of skin showing from the neck down. Wires and tubes were crawling out from under the bandages, finding their homes connected to machines or bags. Your eyes were closed and your face was much lighter than your normal skin color. A clear sign of the blood loss you had suffered.

The closer Steve got to the window, the more his heart felt like it could just fall out of his chest. Without even realizing it, one of his hands came up and pressed against the window, trying to get closer to you.

Pepper watched the Captain with a careful eye. It was physically hurting her to see a man usually so strong and composed, so broken by worry and heartbreak. She stood back, leaning against the window of the room Tony was resting in. He was still asleep with oxygen being fed to him. The number of wires and tubes connected to him was much less than his best friend across the hall. Pepper was grateful that he was still out, not up to dealing with Steve and Tony’s reactions to your condition at the same time.

Steve stared long and hard at you and your room, taking in all the machines around you to try and see what each of them does. When his eyes reached the heart monitor, he remembered his friend laying in the room behind him. He spun around to face the room Tony was in.

“He’s doing fine,” Pepper said. “They’re keeping him sedated for a few more hours so that he can get rest.”

“That’s good,” Steve mumbled. “Pepper, I’m sorry—“

“Don’t you dare apologize, Steve. None of this was your fault. Absolutely none of it. You need to understand that and come to grips with it. Especially before Y/N wakes. Once she wakes, there will be more important things to deal with.”

“Yeah…”

“For now, we can just sit together and wait.” 

Steve nodded as he sat down facing your room. Pepper sat down across from him so that she would be able to see Tony. As Steve’s gaze found your form again, a large involuntary yawn escaped him.

“When was the last time you slept, Steve?” Pepper wondered.

“I don’t know… probably before Y/N was taken,” Steve responded, answering like a little boy who knew he was already going to get in trouble with his mother.

“Almost 3 weeks ago? That’s not okay.” She took out her phone and typed away quickly.

“I’ll be fine, Pepper. I slept for 70 years, that should amount to something.”

“I’ve just texted Bucky. He’s going to bring us some pillows and blankets.”

“I told you—“

“This is not up for discussion, Steven. We already have Tony down because of the lack of rest and stress from this whole ordeal, we don’t need you down too.” 

Steve pouted silently, knowing that fighting with Pepper never ended well and she always got her way. He couldn’t look at her as they waited for Bucky to arrive with the requested items, instead opting to focus on you. When Bucky arrived, Natasha was with him. The two were carrying large, black garbage bags overstuffed with pillows and blankets.

“Thought we could help keep you company,” Natasha said with a soft smile.

The four of them quietly made beds for themselves on the floor and on top of the chairs. Sam, Clint, Bruce, and Peter were the ones to show up next.

“Heard we were having a slumber party,” Sam teased lightly.

They made their own beds and everyone laid down. Slowly, they each fell asleep, with Steve being the last one. Steve’s mind immediately took him back to the HYDRA base. 

He was rocking on the ground with you in his arms. He didn’t understand how, but there was even more blood than there had been.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” Steve cried. “Wake up! Please!” He held you close as he felt you take your final breath. “NO! No, no, no, no, no. Please, honey, wake up. Look at me.”

A wicked laugh bounced around the room. “You did this,” Rumlow’s voice taunted. “You killed her… This was all your fault.”

“I did this,” Steve repeated. “This was all my fault… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Forgive me. Forgi—“

“Steve, come on, wake up!” Sam ordered. Steve gasped as he shot up from his makeshift bed on the chairs. His heart was pounding in his eyes as he struggled to focus. “There you are.” He glanced around, seeing everyone staring at him with another level of sadness. “You were having a nightmare.”

“Sorry…” Steve breathed out, running a hand down his face. “Sorry…”

“Don’t apologize punk,” Bucky said from his spot near Steve’s feet. “We all get it.” A chorus of ‘yeah’s’ followed.

Steve nodded. “How long was I out?”

“You slept for almost four hours,” Sam responded.

Steve studied the area again. “Where’s Pepper?”

Sam nodded toward the room behind Steve. “In with Tony. He’s up. You should go in and sit with them.”

“Yeah… okay…” Steve stretched as he got up. His eyes caught sight of you as a nurse took notes on a tablet in your room. “How is she?” Sam and Bucky looked into your room.

“She’s holding steady,” Bucky responded. “The doc came by an hour ago and said that they’ll monitor her closely today and come up with the next step tonight.”

Steve nodded, looking at you for a few silent moments before turning and heading into Tony’s room. Pepper was holding onto Tony’s hand as she sat in a chair beside his bed. Tony was awake but still looked exhausted. His gaze found Steve as the Captain stepped into the doorway.

“Hey there, Cap,” Tony greeted.

“Tony,” Steve responded, coming further into the room. He sat down on the opposite side where Pepper was sitting.

“I’m going to let you two have some time,” Pepper said. “I’ll go make sure that everyone gets some food in them.” She leaned down as she stood up and kissed Tony. “I won’t be too long.” She smiled at Steve as she exited.

  “How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit.” Tony groaned as he moved to sit himself up more. “But that’s what happens when you have a heart attack… how are you?”

“Honestly, I’m not okay, Tony…”

“None of us are.” Tony stared at what he could see of you from where he was. “She’s going to make it. She’s strong.”

“I hope so… because I don’t think I’ll make it if she doesn’t.”

next part >

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[ageofevermore]

You Scare Me

SUMMARY – You had known him for so long, wasn’t it meant to be obvious that every night he snuck out of his bedroom to save the world? 

PAIRING — Peter Parker x Reader [ 1.8k ]

AUTHORS NOTE — This is an angsty one! And one that I wrote two years ago during covid. Seems fitting to fix it up now that I’m stuck in quarantine again. 

You were friends before Tony Stark laid down his life for the greater good of humanity, before elementals shattered a city, and long before Peter Parker ever identified as Spiderman. When you were just kids in a concrete city you would climb into his room, curious eyes wide and ready for an adventure. When you were teenagers, it was no surprise to anybody that beneath the big apple’s influence you fell in love. It was young and it was cherished, until it wasn’t. 

Peter Parker had a lot riding on his shoulders. 

It was a stormy Tuesday afternoon, just after a spontaneous shower of summer rain. He had been out all night, quite literally strung up and pressed with lowlife crime. Things had begun to even out since defeating the elementals, for Spiderman that is, not Peter Parker. Peter Parker had missed three dates since revealing his identity to MJ Watson in France and taking on petty crime in his home city.

You were not a girl known to wait around for what you wanted, and yet every night you clung to a sliver of hope that your boyfriend would break through your bedroom window with a twisted grin and sweet accent. Every night you went to bed lonely and disappointed. 

The week had begun with plans to see a movie, and when Peter called to tell you he had gotten stuck at work, you accepted his excuse and happily agreed to the raincheck he provided. On Sunday, when you were meant to have dinner down at the diner, you were met by MJ instead. Tuesday had been your final straw, texting your boyfriend and asking for a simple night in. Your mother had left town just the night before, leaving the loft cold and available, and yet Peter never showed up. 

You were overwhelmed with worry, fingernails broken between her teeth as you looked down at your phone. The blue messages were left unread and unresponded to, only making the pit in your stomach grow with the passing hours. You were tempted to reach out to Happy, knowing it was a last ditch effort to mend a heavy heart, but you were quickly running out of options that allowed for your sanity to be kept in check. 

The curly headed, brown eyed, adventure loving  boy had always given you a run for your money, but laying in bed alone unaware of his safety was growing sickening. Ned had stopped answering your messages, blocking your contact all together when the temptation to spill the truth became to much for him, and you and MJ had never really hit it off. You weren’t even sure you had the girl's number saved in your contacts. 

Your lonesome was crippling, tears soaking the pillow beneath your head as Peters favorite movie played on your television screen. The night was meant to be simple, a last ditch effort to rekindle a life long spark, and you had been stood up. 

Giving up hope, you let yourself sleep, crossing Peter Parker from your mind and instead giving into slumber. 

———

Peter cursed to himself, his hand pressed up against the glass of your bedroom window hours after you had fallen asleep. The movie had ended hours ago, the opening credits playing again and again on your television screen only making Peter’s heart drop further towards his feet. 

He didn’t bother knocking on the glass, knowing that his girl could sleep through the end of the world if she tried hard enough. His frown was tight as he slipped in through the window, the lock having never been very efficient, and let his body be met with the slight chill of your air conditioning. 

You hummed at the slight patter of his clumsy feet, wiggling in the bed with a look of pure angelic grace on your sleep drunk features. Peter's heart sank at the tears that left tracks on your cheeks, an apparent damp spot on the purple pillowcase beneath your head. Your hair was let down, a telltale sign of a migraine no doubt caused by him. Your bedside table was dressed in all of his favorite snacks, his eyes not failing to notice the homemade butterscotch cookies shaped like hearts growing stale beside a can of soda. 

Peter had fucked up. His stomach was already in knots from the robbery he had stopped, and the sight of his girl was only amplifying his guilt. 

“Y/N?” He whispered out gently, threading his fingers into your silky strands of dark hair. The touches of summer that danced across the apples of your cheeks were growing darker as the summer months continued to age. “Y/N/N.”

You moaned, only rousing when Peter pressed his lips to yours. You had responded without thinking, pushing up into his warm and familiar embrace with a tired sigh. Had it not been for the cold hand caressing your scalp you would have settled back into sleep, but the tender touch was enough to alert you. 

You pulled away from his touch, a scowl claiming your features and breaking Peter's heart as he tried not to act offended by your quick withdrawal. 

“What are you doing here, Pete?" 

Oh, you were livid. Never did you call him Pete, finding the nickname off-putting and not nearly as cute as Peter, or your personal favorite, Parker. You could call him anything but Pete, hating the way he seemed to age beneath the nickname. 

"I came to see you, didn’t realize I was so late.” His guilty frown would have been enough to ease the tension two days ago, but you were above simple apologies now. You weren't an idiot, for all living hell you had been friends with the boy since you were in diapers, and still he held himself back from you. If Peter was looking to get back in your good graces anytime soon, he’d have to be honest with you: share a truth you had known since the start. 

“Late would imply a couple hours, Pete. Not a couple of days.” Your yawn had created the shadow of a smile across his lips, but quickly he wiped away his glee. You hated when people found you cute, especially when you were trying to be mad at them. Peter knew that. “Made your favorite cookies and everything." 

"I see that, baby.” He was pleading without even uttering a please, or a sorry. His puppy-like eyes and swollen lip was enough to prove his genuineness, but you weren't having any of it. You’d been quick to give him the benefit of the doubt one to many times before. 

Peter Parker was your weakness, it was basically written across the empire state building. 

“Don’t baby me, Pete. We had plans for Friday, and you said you had work, and Sunday, and you sent MJ. I’m not even sure MJ likes me! What happened today? Was it May, or Happy?” You knew what it was. You knew that Spiderman had been called to the smoke shop at the corner of seventh, but you needed to hear it from him. You needed to know that he trusted you, because going to sleep every night knowing the person you love most in the world faces death at every moment is anything but settling. 

Peter sighed gently, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t flinch away, but you didn’t lean into his lingering touch and offer up a bright grin or gentle kiss like you always did; like you loved doing. Instead, you were stone in his hands, refusing to be molded by his touch. 

“I’m sorry, things have been crazy lately." 

"Crazy for who?" 

Crazy for Spiderman, Peter Parker just gets dragged along, you thought sourly as you watched the face of a childhood friend melt into a stranger. 

Peter spluttered at the question sweet brown eyes looking over you with uncertainty, "What do you mean, love?”

“Don’t keep lying to me, Peter.” The gentle tone of your voice broke his heart, your anger subsiding into exhaustion. “I deserve more than that." 

"I just want to keep you safe.” He didn’t bother saying the words, the soft edge to you words enough to solidify your knowledge. He wasn’t shocked, You had always been perceptive, especially when it came to figuring him out. When he shut the rest of the world out you were always the one to see through the thin, barely patched up cracks. 

“I don’t need to be kept safe, Peter. I don’t scare easily.” You scoffed, light eyes tracing his movements and the way his thumb continuously nursed at a wound on his side. “What does scare me is when my boyfriend climbs out of his bedroom window at night, puts on a mask, and acts like he doesn’t have school the next morning. When my best friend puts himself between a stranger and a loaded gun, or climbs onto a fucking spaceship, or holds his mentor while he dies. I worry that you wont come back to me in one piece, and when it happens nobody will be straight with me. That’s what scares me, Peter. Not some lowlife robber, or a highly manipulative supervillain. It’s you, you scare me." 

"I scare you?” Peter’s eyes were glassy as he looked you over, bottom lip caught between his teeth with worry. 

You didn’t bother apologizing, just nodding your head and squeezing your hands together. You lifted her phone, softly nudging it between his hands knowing your password engraved in his mind: you trusted him like that. 

“I texted you, twelve times. I texted Ned to, but he blocked me because he was trying to cover for you.” You sniffled, “You know what twitter said, Peter? It was headlines all claiming Spiderman was at the barrel of a gun, and when I got no answer, I thought the worse. I laid here for hours thinking you were dead on some convenient store floor, and that when the news broke of Spiderman’s death I would have to call May and ask her where you were. Would she tell me the truth Peter, or would she maintain your little lie?" 

Peter was speechless, mouth opening and closing trying to find the right words to say that could possibly fix what he had unintentionally broken. You knew this, you could see it on his face, and his guilt was making your decision even harder to vocalize. 

"I get it Peter, I really do. You wanted to keep your circle small, didn’t want anybody else in harm's way, I really do get it, but did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Peter, I notice when you trim your hair, I definitely notice when you get bitten by a radioactive spider and Tony Stark becomes your best friend." 

"You’re my best friend." 

You sadly shook her head, "I was. Now I’m just Y/N."

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Week At Wayne Manor

by PlatitudinalTeen Peter goes missing for a week and everyone, especially Tony, is worried sick, even more so when he returns in a black suit and it looks like Venom is back. But as it turns out Peter wasn't infected at all, just kidnapped by Tony's biggest competitor Bruce Wayne, who saw a brown haired, bright eyed acrobat and had the adoption papers drawn up by the end of his fun filled week at the manor with the Batfamily, who are completely on board with having another nocturnal in the family. ----- "He complimented my fighting style and asked me if I'd eaten because he hadn't and he was hungry, so we went and got lunch at the deli on the corner and-" "You got lunch with your attacker?" Tony asked, dumbfounded. "Yeah," Peter confirmed, going on. "So we got something to eat and then he asked me if I had any parents, which was kind of weird, but I didn't want to lie, so I said I didn't, and then this self-driving car showed up, and I got in it-" "You mean you kidnapped yourself?" Natasha rephrased disappointedly. "Peter getting into a car with a total stranger, especially one who tasers you, is like the first thing your parents are supposed to teach you." "Well, I didn't have parents," he responded. Words: 3318, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of My Favorite Fics Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Bat-Cow (DCU) Additional Tags: Dialogue Heavy, Symbiote misunderstanding, POV Third Person, Batfamily (DCU), Peter Parker meets the batfamily, Tim and Peter are bffs, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, six stacks of pizza, baked alaska, A nearly crashed Lamborghini, Damian runs around with a blowtorch, Peter gets a black suit that isnt a symbiote just a vibe, Story within a Story, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce wayne adopts more children, Cassandra Cain - Freeform, Duke Thomas - Freeform, paint ball, Tony Loses His Mind, Peter makes new friends, Maybe even gets adopted by his mentors nemesis, Game Night, Charades, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Alfred Pennyworth is So Done, Bat cow is very vaguely mentioned, The library is briefly on fire, One of My Favorites, marvel/dc crossover - Freeform, its a crossover, clearly, Family Dinners, The Avengers Meet the Batfamily, Quick paced, Spider-Man - Freeform, Bruce Wayne - Freeform, tony stark - Freeform, natasha romanov - Freeform, steve rogers - Freeform, Dick Grayson - Freeform, tim drake - Freeform, Jason Todd - Freeform, Damian Wayne - Freeform, Stephanie Brown - Freeform, Barbara Gordon - Freeform, okay that's enough tags, Please read this I need someone to like it via https://ift.tt/rhzjMOp

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[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Wakeup Call (Part 2 of 3)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

(part 1)

As Friday Stark was busy imagining her boss plumping up on fudge, Pepper turned, and drew out a chair, plopping her big butt down with a heavy grunt and eying the spread. The redhead eyed the sausages first, and grabbed her fork

Friday moaned just loud enough to make Pepper look up from her 12 little sausages. Four stabbed in a stack on her fork, halfway to her mouth (for expedience sake, the redhead was very busy, and had a lot of breakfast to get through.) Mouth open, hunched over her plate. Pepper asked: "You okay? Some kinda glitch? Need me to have Richards take a look at you?" In place of Tony, who was no longer with them, the pair had begun to rely on Reed Richards to maintain Friday, the only person they knew (Besides hank, but Pepper didn't trust Hank) smart enough to mess with Friday. Friday was a learning AI, and whatever she'd been when Tony made her, she was developing her own thoughts, her own ideas, her own feelings...her own desires now. But still, in a post Ultron world, the last thing anyone needed was a rogue AI doing anything crazy. Pepper respected Friday, as a person, a real sentient being. Reed was more like her...doctor. Primary Care Physician. "Sorry, it's nothing." Friday said. Beaming at Pepper, who took the time to look at her watch and squint at the pitch black sky outside, New york glittering in the background. Friday was an extremely intelligent AI, and as overworked as Pepper was, she relied on her like any other assistant, to keep time, and make breakfast, and Pepper would never doubt her. Friday was flawlessly competent. But it certainly felt too early. Did new york even have daylight savings time? Pepper took a massive gulp noting that her coffee was rich and sweet today. "Oh my gosh it barely tastes like coffee, it's delicious." Pepper said, before gulping again, nearly draining the gigantic 32oz thermal cup. "Bhuurrrrp. Mfff." Pepper let out a hot wet belch that made all of Friday's processes stand still for a second, before immediatly stuffing the long awaited sausages into her mouth...all at once. Friday kept smiling painfully, terrified of the noise she'd make if she tried to speak. Pepper proceeded to chew with her mouth half open like a slob. It was just the girls this morning, no reason to be polite, Friday was a friend. Friday's eyes bugged as Pepper's throat bulged swallowing the mass of greasy meat without completely mashing them up, and immediately going in for more. Pepper wasn't even cutting them, just shoveling down all twelve finger sized sausage links before draining the last of her mug. Friday tilted her head a little to get a better angle, and her thin stiff smile (while pretty) was verging on robotic as she continued to try and act like she COULDN'T see Pepper's belly under the table, slowly pushing its way over the overstretched sleep pants, and growing bigger with each gulp and bite.

Huuurrrrp. Mmmf. You know, you're right, I think I need more fuel for my workouts later. Good idea upping the calorie count." Pepper nodded, squeezing half a bottle of syrup over her waffles, until it drowned the 9 high stack. Pepper rested her forearms against the table, knife and fork held aloft. "Can I get a refill?" Pepper asked politely nodding to her mug. "You know I need more energy, it feels like I can barely get through my morning workouts you know? Those protein powders and shakes aren't enough. This? This is the real fuel." The redhead nodded pointing her fork to her absolutely loaded plate of strawberries, three hash browns, 9 waffles, and a can of whipped cream (it was easier than making her boss get up, although she did miss watching Pep waddle back and forth between the fridge and the table everytime she wanted more cream for her breakfast). A slender, Ironman esq bot took Pepper's mug, and refilled it. The hot steamy drink dispensed from the digital dispenser filled the room with sweet chocolate. The soft plops of the Bot dropping one..two...three...four sugar cubes... Pepper frowned, a forkful of waffle jammed into her mouth and bulging out of her cheek. Wait was that five plops? "How many cubes is he..." Pepper started to turn and Friday panicked. Without thinking she rushed over to the table and bent low...really low...pointing to the can of sprinkles...and subtly increasing her bust size as her chest hovered just in front of Pepper's face. Pepper was found herself frowning directly into a pair of huge, magenta double d cup tits. Pushing against the neck of Friday's simulated clothes, they were pushed up into a plump, hard to ignore cleavage. "Did you see that the sprinkles are little spidey faces? Parker industries made some kind of liscencing deal with the web head and they've got a cereal and sprinkles and cake toppers and all kinds of stuff now." Friday blurted. Pepper swallowed hard. She stared only for a second before glancing away. But the image of Friday's massive, plump, heaving artificials was burned into her mind's eye. In embarrassment she began to turn as pink as Friday. And a little warm in the lap. She'd sworn she'd never look at another man the way she looked at Tony after he died....but Friday on the other hand... With a thump the coffee was set next to her. A motorized whir or two and the Robot began to walk back out of the room. Friday stood up, her tits shrinking slowly to their normal size so as not to arouse suspicion. Pepper folded a whole waffle in half pinned it like a taco with her fork,and began to take huge awkward bites as she attempted to ignore the thought of a real,physical, tangible Friday looming over her, pink hands on her pale shoulders, that insane cleavage just above her head: smirking at her.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Pepper turned even pinker and began to glut herself without thinking. It was only natural, she decided, spraying her breakfast in sugary whipped cream, and emptying a little whipped cream into her mouth directly from the nozzle, that Friday, who literally cared for her, cooked and cleaned for her, and spent every minute of her day with Pepper, might start to elicit some kind of affection in Pepper.

But Friday was an AI. A person? And Pepper was straight. Never had thoughts toward a girl before now. She wasn't gay, right? Not for a robot. Friday watched, her processes sluggish and feeling fuzzy. Staring openly as Pepper began to mindlessly eat like a slob. Too lost in thought to notice her own belching. To notice she was packing eggs in with strawberries, and chasing it with a hashbrown before she'd even finished chewing. Like she was in a race to get all of her breakfast in her belly as fast as possible. And why not? Friday thought innocently, Ms. Potts had a big day ahead of her. After her morning nap, she had to go work out, then three meetings, and then Lunch at Noon. If Ms. Potts wasn't feeling her morning workout, she could always reschedule it for later in the day. And if Ms. Potts was too tired to do it later. They could always order in: Pizza for dinner. Pepper loved Pizza.

Friday and Pepper were so lost in thought, neither of them noticed Pepper literally pick up the plate and slurp up the remaining crumbs and syrup with her face. It wasn't until the third lick, when she felt the hot syrip drizzle on her fat left boob, that Pepper snapped out of her stuffing....

(Part 3)

[shona22]

Teacher's pet (if I'm so special)

Rating: E || ao3 link for explicit stuff ;)

“Peter,” Tony’s voice drifted around the empty classroom. “You can’t keep doing this.”

Peter scraped his shoes on the linoleum floor, the white of which had turned brown with age. His eyes were still downcast when he replied shakily, “Do what?”

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you.” Tony said with a weary sigh. He was perched on a table, hips jutted towards Peter and it felt like an invitation, a deliberate tease. "Your grades are slipping, Pete, and if you keep doing this–trying to get detention– You know I’m contractually bound to send you to the principal’s office.”

“That’s what you said the last time, and yet…” Peter swallowed the rest, letting the heaviness of the words settle in before he stood up, slightly jittery but nevertheless this isn't the first time he was caught up with Mr. Stark in a classroom. He splayed his trembling palms on the desk, feeling the ridges of the wooden structure, counted to three until his heart throbbed with a need, “I missed you.”

Something, maybe it's Tony's eyes–Peter has always loved them with an astronomical intensity– softened and when he spoke, his voice came out like a caress, “Peter, we can’t. It’s–It’s school, we can’t do it here.”

“But I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Peter whined, leaning into Tony and shivered when he felt it; a quick surge of warm electricity that ran through the pads of his fingers as he pawed on the lapels of his teacher’s tight fitting waistcoat. Underneath, he wore a strikingly sapphire shirt, which clung to his perfectly muscled body, almost straining at his thick biceps. It should be illegal for a teacher to dress this hot–who even wore waistcoats to school nowadays? What was it, 1950s? “D-didn’t you miss me?”

Tony looked down at him–he was taller by a few inches and that knowledge always released something, something dangerous and heady inside. “I…did miss you, Pete.”

“Then…can we? Please, just once?” Peter’s words were a trembling mess, lips wobbling pathetically, but he was never above begging--not with Tony at least. His lashes were already clumped, tears beaded the edges as he gave the older man a doe-eyed look, the green in them meshing with a darker emerald. Tony, for his part, had the gall to appear conflicted. He exhaled a tiny noise, closing his eyes as if the image of Peter was too much and then, maybe after a few seconds, he cracked them open, just to watch the younger boy with a sharpness that made Peter gulp and avert his own sweltering gaze. A firm hand grabbed Peter’s waist and squeezed, hard.

“Only this once,” Tony muttered darkly, mostly to himself. “Only this once, Parker."

#starker fanfiction #starker #tony stark x peter parker #starker fic #tony x peter #teacher/student #teacher tony stark

[agostobuwan]

Your fic here made me think of Civil Warrior wandering the multiverse trying to stop Civil War from happening, but with your Steve as a tortured artist searching for another brown eyed Tony just to SEE hime one more time and it will be enough (it won’t be)

Now THIS is the type of angst that i could get behind

Because Steve is as unselfish as he is, he doesn’t follow that path to selfishness until the reason for his altruism is gone. Tony dies, and while he is overcome with grief, the anger and frustration he has with his own mind becomes the catalyst for his madness.

He hops from one universe to the next, hoping to find the Tony that can fill the void in his grief-stricken heart. The first few times, he cannot even bear to look at him, and he returns to his own timeline within seconds and heaves with pain. He goes home and screams, ripping apart sketchbooks and canvases that fail to capture the love of his life time and time again.

The wound of Tony’s death never quite heals after that as it keeps being torn open with every trip and every Tony he comes across but never truly sees.

But when he does build up the courage to look at him, to walk towards him and finally make his presence known, he already has gone on a few trips around the multiverse, tailing Tony Starks and watching him from a distance, too pained to truly look him in the eye and see the color that he lost to his own maddened mind.

Tony’s back is facing him. He might have been working on something - the Iron Man suit or an upgraded weapon for the team - but Steve doesn’t pay too close attention to that, not when he is walking up to him and calling his name. He says his name, and before he has a chance to explain himself (he probably doesn’t quite look like the same young Steve Rogers this Tony has come to know), the words die out on his tongue when he turns around.

There he is. I’ve found you.

Tony smirks at him, tells him that he looks like he’s seen a ghost, and Steve doesn’t fail to see the irony of it all. He’s been through enough lifetimes to know Death like a personal friend. He sees Tony, with his brown eyes - they’re brown - and chokes on a sob without meaning to.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, an apology meant for someone else, an apology meant for someone he could not save. He had failed him, and it was his own cross to bear.

He looks into this Tony’s eyes (brown, brown, brown - his mind welds into his memory), and he can tell that he knows he isn’t the Steve of this universe. A selfish, dangerous part of him thinks he can take his place. A snap to his neck. A bullet to his forehead. He knows how to dispose a body. But deep down, he knows he will never belong here. Even if he fought tooth and nail with Steve’s universe.

But this Tony does not question it, not when he pulls him into his arms for a teary embrace nor when he presses a wet, lingering kiss to his lips. He indulges him, even though he already has a Steve waiting for him upstairs.

Steve pulls away, and he knows it is over. The mission is complete, but even then, it will never be enough, will it? He will go home, back to his own universe, his own timeline, and the memory will fade once again. Is he willing to risk another trip throughout the multiverse just so he can see Tony again?

He wishes the answer could be no.

He steps away, cutting off any temptation to stay, but his eyes never leave Tony’s as he puts in the coordinates for his own universe.

Brown. They’re brown.

He commits everything to memory - his eyes, his nose, his lips, his smile - and all he hopes is that he won’t forget.

I’ll die if do.

#:’) #thank you anon #everyone else suffer with me #stevetony #mini fic

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

Purr for Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/p0gOVCu

by Plusheepenguins

You loved your brother, even at his lowest and that landed you in the sights of the most dangerous pack in the country if not the world. The Avengers. Heroes who had saved the world from the Chitauri and from a robot hell bent on destruction. Now well they had truned dark but after saving the world and gaining so much power not many dared call them on it. They defended the earth while being the number one arms dealers both above and below board and ran a neat little empire as a law unto themselves. All you wanted was to help your brother clean himself up and go on a date with the cute brown eyed boy from your study group. Maybe you never should have left for the big city then you never would have ended up in their clutch their long awaited omega. Yet when your past comes knocking looking to destroy you and everything you hold dear maybe having your own monsters wont be so bad. Soft!Dark Avengers x Reader

Words: 3167, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Avengers Team, Other Avengers, Reader, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubcon Kissing, Dubcon Cuddling, dubcon, Not Suitable/Safe For Work, Not Suitable for Minors, Peter is an adult and in college, Not Beta Read

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/p0gOVCu

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

[ao3feed-buckyreader]

Purr for Me

by Plusheepenguins

You loved your brother, even at his lowest and that landed you in the sights of the most dangerous pack in the country if not the world. The Avengers. Heroes who had saved the world from the Chitauri and from a robot hell bent on destruction. Now well they had truned dark but after saving the world and gaining so much power not many dared call them on it. They defended the earth while being the number one arms dealers both above and below board and ran a neat little empire as a law unto themselves. All you wanted was to help your brother clean himself up and go on a date with the cute brown eyed boy from your study group. Maybe you never should have left for the big city then you never would have ended up in their clutch their long awaited omega. Yet when your past comes knocking looking to destroy you and everything you hold dear maybe having your own monsters wont be so bad. Soft!Dark Avengers x Reader

Words: 3167, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Avengers Team, Other Avengers, Reader, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Avengers Team/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubcon Kissing, Dubcon Cuddling, dubcon, Not Suitable/Safe For Work, Not Suitable for Minors, Peter is an adult and in college, Not Beta Read

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39384981

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: My birthday was yesterday, it was the first time in two years I didn’t post anything to celebrate, I was out all day, but I had so much fun! :) -Danny

Words: 1,045

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xvii: Family

"Tony, she's here!"

Pepper welcomed her, the woman delivered a few obvious observations about the young girl's appearance. Tony showed up carrying a small person in his arms: their daughter, Morgan Stark.

"So you decided to pay us a visit," He nodded shortly. "Took you long enough."

"Harley and Pietro kidnapped me during the first week," she joked, "is Happy here? Rhodes?"

"Rhodey's working," Tony said vaguely. Cat knew their friend was hunting down Barton. "Happy will be here for dinner, he'll need a drink once he sees you..."

"This is Morgan?" She approached them with a smile. "Hi, princess!"

The toddler stared at her with curiosity. Cat hid her claws and changed her purple irises back to their old brown. Tony was examining her appearance as if looking for some kind of mental decay.

"The lullaby protocol worked like a charm," The young woman said. "Don't give me that look."

"I'm not looking," He replied shortly. "Just taking you in. Such a big girl. Are you hungry? We'll make cheeseburgers. You want a cheeseburger?"

"Yes."

"Come in, make yourself at home, Kitkat."

"C.C!"

She let Happy hug her as tight as he could. "My name's Cat, Happy."

He nodded, a little frown forming on his face. "I thought you hated cats?"

"Meh," The girl wrinkled her nose and shrugged. "They're kinda cute."

"Cat," Happy eyed her like a proud dad. "I like your hair."

"I'm thinking of changing it again, I want it long," She confessed. "Short hair was practical in space but it's the middle of winter here and I freeze every time I go to the city..."

"You can do that kind of stuff now?"

"I'm good as new," Cat opened her arms as if to show off her new body. "Actually, that's the reason I came back. Gotta learn to control my abilities if I want to be an Avenger again."

"Do you want to?" Happy inquired. "Tony's retired and Pietro's focusing on his life, he's not been at the compound in years... Perhaps you should consider it too?"

"I'm too young to retire," She laughed. "It's the only reason why I'm still around, I can't give it up."

"I didn't give up," Tony spoke behind them. "I learned to stand back. She's partially right, though, Happy. Cat's too young to wish for a quiet life."

The man approached holding a large plate with several cheeseburgers, he watched her carefully.

"What do you need to control?"

"Me," She grabbed the drink Tony was offering to her. "I gotta control my behavioral mimicking. I'll have to visit Banner's lab at some point to see if there's a way to fix it..."

"I'm proud of you."

"You say that all the time, old man," She replied, eyes fixed on her coke as she raised it up to her lips.

"I mean it," Tony raised a brow. "You're not afraid to admit when you need help. You're smart."

She drank half of the liquid in one gulp. "Kurt dragged me out of shady bars more times than I'd like to admit, Tony..."

The men were looking at her with matching scowls, Cat felt bitter accomplishment.

"I'm not saying it to hurt you," She continued calmly. "Things escalated the moment we parted ways. I don't know if it was fate or if I'm just incompetent, but don't get your hopes too high up, guys."

"What a way to kill the mood," Happy groaned. "Don't talk like that, you're a good girl."

"Don't you mean mutant?"

For years the adults in her life had told her that everything would turn out okay, that she just had to push through, she just needed to keep up. Nevertheless, for every good thing that she'd gotten, about five other catastrophes had occurred. She didn't want to get carried away. Not again.

"You're our kid, that's what you are," Happy responded. "You're family. Right, Tony?"

The man shrugged. "If she doesn't want to be we can't force her. But I think I understand how you're feeling. Do you need space? Take it. Half of everything's gone. We'll be right here if you ever want to come back."

"Coming back isn't exactly my thing," She took a huge bite of her food. "I don't like retracing my steps..."

"You'll have to, at some point, you're already doing it," Tony replied wisely. "It's the only way to get better."

She was staring down at the city, it was late and the wind was pushing her curls forward, but she paid no mind to any of it. Her phone rang, Pietro's picture lighting up the screen.

"Cat here."

"Hi, just calling to let you know I'm back in my dorm, about to sleep. How are you?"

"I'm meditating."

"You're outside the compound?"

"I'm on the rooftop, yeah," She lied. "I like looking at the stars... ain't much to see, though, it's too bright down here, dims 'em out."

"It's kinda loud out there."

"The city sounds bounce back, and there's a bunch of bugs around, but it's not insufferable."

"I was thinking..." Pietro continued, "you can use my apartment if you want. The place is empty, I'd appreciate it if you could take a look from time to time to make sure everything's good."

"What about the security cameras you had?"

"Someone broke into the apartment and stole them, about a year ago."

"You never told me that," Cat moved to the ledge and tried to determine which way it was Pietro's place. "Did they take anything apart from the cameras?"

"Just the lightbulbs and the cameras— A microwave too..."

"I'll visit tomorrow."

"Oh, there's no hurry, I'm just saying the place is there if you ever want to get away from the others. At least that way I'll know you're not in some random bar."

Cat smiled. "I'm basically twenty-one, you know? It's not your responsibility to make sure I'm okay."

"You don't get to decide how I use my spare time," He scoffed. "Don't isolate yourself. Call me often. You can trust me with your thoughts."

"I know." But I don't want to. "I should go back inside, it's late and I'm hungry."

"Okay," Cat was certain she could hear his smile. "It's good to have you back, Copy."

"Happy to be back."

She hung up, then tapped the screen until she could hear the police reports. Cat's helmet concealed her head fully, she tapped her watch and the radio sound redirected itself to the earpiece, Cat put her phone in the side pocket of her suit.

The mimic leaped off the building and disappeared into the shadows.

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