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j0elmill3r · 1 year

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No Alarms & No Surprises

Pairing - Joel Miller x Young!Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x sister!reader

Summary - An insight into your last normal day on earth, and your sister's last day on earth entirely.

Warnings - Some angst, swearing, mentions of Sarah's death, violence, reader has hinted ADHD so make of that what you will, Joel has one moment of being a bit of an asshole

A/N - Thanks for the request anon! I made the reader about 5/6 for this one, as always feedback, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated - and I just want to thank everyone for the love on the end of all things!

Word Count - 4.1k oopsie...I got carried away

Request - Anonymous asked:

Hii! Could I request a Joel Miller x Young Daughter!reader about the day the Outbreak happened? It can be angsty, is can be anything you're comfortable writing really! ❤️

You groaned and rubbed your eyes are you felt arms wrap around you and lift you out of your bed, rubbing your eyes at the sudden flashes of light from the sun that was streaming into your room.

"Good morning, baby girl," Joel said softly, smiling as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You were his youngest, Sarah's half-sister, even though she didn't like to call you a 'half' sister. As much as you were a bit unexpected, it didn't mean that you weren't loved by your dad, sister, and uncle Tommy, even though Joel found it hilarious when you unintentionally bullied his younger brother.

"Morning daddy," You replied, rubbing your eyes of sleep and stretching in your dad’s arms, then settling and resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday." You told him sleepily. Joel smiled as he kissed the side of your head, taking you downstairs to where your older sister stood in the kitchen. She turned to face your dad, a slight pout of frustration on her face as she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards.

"Where's the pancake mix?" She asked him, watching as your face lit up at the mention of your favourite breakfast foods.

"I want pancakes!" You cheered excitedly, tugging on your dad’s t-shirt, which unaware to the both of you, he was wearing inside out. Joel suddenly remembered Sarah's addition to the week’s grocery list and sighed.

"Oh, was I?" Sarah arched her eyebrow at him, an unimpressed look on her face. "Yeah, I was, sorry." Joel apologised sheepishly, trying to avoid the hard gaze of his oldest daughter. Sarah sighed and pouted at her dad.

"I was gonna make you birthday pancakes," She said, the same pout on her face. You frowned, did this mean you wouldn't be getting any pancakes?! Joel smiled at her as he set you on the kitchen counter to pour himself his coffee.

"You know, I don't really like pancakes," He told Sarah, watching as she shrugged her shoulders and giggled.

"I know, they were for mine and y/n's benefit," She said, handing you a glass of orange juice, then one to Joel, who furrowed his brows at the offering. "For vitamin C," Sarah told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So how old are you today?" She asked. When you thought about it, you didn't really know how old your dad was.

"36," He answered, your jaw falling in shock. "What?" Joel asked you, pushing your jaw back up gently to close your mouth.

"That's so many, daddy!" You yelled, making Sarah laugh at just how old you thought your dad was.

"He's gonna need to wear diapers soon," Sarah nudged your side, laughing as your giggled at your sister’s joke. Joel shook his head and smiled, the sounds made his heart happy, his two baby girls laughing, even at his own expense.

"Who's to say I already don't?" He jokingly asked. You screwed your face up and put your spoon down, dropping it into the bowl of milk in front of you.

"I'm not hungry anymore," You said, looking at your dad. Sarah finished her breakfast and put yours and her dishes in the sink, taking your hand and bringing you upstairs to help you get ready for school. "I drew daddy this picture for his birthday." You said, proudly showing the picture you had used your good crayons on making a present for your dad. Sarah took it from you gently and inspected it.

"Wow, this is so good!" She told you, watching as your face lit up at the praise. "I'm sure he'll love it, but when I come to get you from school, we need to get the bus somewhere to get something for dad, but you can't tell him, okay?" You nodded in understanding, making the motion to zip your lips and throw away the key. She smiled at your innocent gesture and got everything you needed for the day into your backpack.

"Y/n! Sarah! Let’s go, we're gonna be late!" You ran down the stairs at your dad’s call while Sarah got money and his watch, planning to get it fixed for his birthday. Joel bent down to pick you up, slinging your small backpack over his shoulder. "Where's Sarah, baby?" He asked you. Oh no. You didn't know to lie to your dad. He always said lying was bad! Joel noticed the slight look of terror in your eyes, luckily enough, Sarah came downstairs, saving you from needing to lie to your dad. "Where were you?" He asked Sarah.

"Bathroom," She told him nonchalantly, following Joel and Tommy out the front door and watching as her dad locked the front door. Joel went over to his truck and started to strap you into your car seat.

"Hey, neighbour!" The voice caught Sarah off guard, only for her to realise that it was that of their next-door neighbour, Danny Adler. He was feeding his mother-in-law by hand, Sarah trying not to stare with a sense of unease in her stomach.

"Oh, hi," Sarah replied, a smile on her face as she gave a small wave. You struggled in your car seat, your childish curiosity getting the better of you - you wanted to see who your sister was talking to.

"Uh, Connie was askin' after you and the little one, since you girls haven't been over in a while," Danny said, giving you a small wave from the backseat of your dad’s truck. Joel went over to Sarah, having finished strapping you into the car.

"Go on, make 'em happy," He encouraged Sarah, who reluctantly sighed and turned back to the neighbours.

"Oh, we could come by after school? But, just for, like, a little bit?" She offered. Sarah really didn't want to drag you into it, but she wasn't going through that alone, that would make it 100x more insufferable. You had stopped listening to the conversation your sister was having and turned your attention to your uncle Tommy, who had put a cigarette in his mouth. You furrowed your brows and started pouting, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Hey," You said, getting a hum in response from your uncle Tommy. "Put that away, daddy doesn't like people smokin' around me 'cause I'm asamatic," Tommy tried not to laugh at your pronunciation of 'Asthmatic', he just shook his head at you - Your 5-year-old self, however, did not appreciate his tone and actions. "Bitch." You said, in the most innocent tone you could. Tommy's jaw dropped, looking over at Joel as he in Sarah got into the truck.

"What?" Joel asked his younger brother.

"Your child just called me a bitch, Joel," Joel chuckled as he looked back at you, with the most angelic smile your little face could muster. He sighed as he started driving.

"That's my girl."

You held your sister’s hand as you stepped onto the bus, hopping up onto the seat beside her and resting your head on her arm.

"How was school?" She asked you with a smile, looking down at you. You shrugged and played with your hands.

"This boy started acting funny today, he was chasin' me and makin' funny noises," You told your sister, sounding frightened from the day’s events. "Tried to bite me too." You confessed to her. Sarah didn't actually know what to say. She knew that some kids were feral, but this was a different level of feral.

"Did he bite you?" She questioned, sighing in relief when you shook your head. "Good," Sarah said. You sat on your knees and looked out of the window, watching as a full fleet of police cars whizzed by, sirens blaring. You sat back down and cuddled into your sister, once again feeling frightened by the noises and once more mulling over what had happened earlier. Sarah stood up and once again held your hand, waiting for you to get off of your seat. "Y/n?" She got your attention, watching as you snapped out of your apparent trance. You hopped off of the seat and got off the bus with Sarah, crossing the street over to a store -Lone Star Watch & Jewellery. You waited outside, Sarah didn't want you wandering around, it would be her luck that you would accidentally break something expensive. It wasn't long before more police cars went rushing by, sirens sounding once again, and it didn't take long for Sarah to come running out of the store, holding your dad's fixed watch in her hands. You got the bus back to your neighbourhood, where you were forced to spend time with your next-door neighbours. You didn't pay much mind to what your sister was doing with Connie, you were too fascinated with their dog, Mercy. You watched Nana in her wheelchair, making a strange noise and twitching in her wheelchair. Sarah came into the living room where you were sitting.

"Sarah?" You looked up at your older sister as she looked through the DVD shelf. She hummed in response, still scanning over the shelf. "Why is nana makin' that funny noise?" You asked her, looking back at Nana as she continued to make the same noise.

"I don't think she's making a funny noise, maybe it's just Mercy," Sarah said, trying to settle you a bit. She knew you tended to get upset and overwhelmed pretty easily, and as much as she loved you, Sarah wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with one of your meltdowns right now - the day had been stressful enough. You took it and sat back down beside Mercy, petting her as she started to whine at nana.

Okay, maybe you couldn't take it anymore. You went to the kitchen, your eyes filled with tears as you found Sarah.

"Sarah, I wanna go to home now," You said, sniffling as you rubbed your eyes. Although it was one of your meltdowns, Sarah was happy to have an excuse to leave now.

"Okay, we should probably go, thanks Mrs Adler," Sarah said, grabbing both of your backpacks and leading you out of the house as you cried. "Come on Y/N, it's okay," Sarah assured you, unlocking the front door of your house and leading you in. You were still fully sobbing as she struggled before lifting you up to try and comfort you. You started playing with your hair to give you something to focus on, sometimes if you focused too much on breathing you would stop and wouldn't know what to do, which then sent you into an asthma attack. "There, it's okay." She gently told you as you stopped crying, calming down to just sniffles. Sarah sat down on the couch with you, turning the TV on for something to keep your attention until your dad came home - She knew there was a high chance she'd get scolded for not putting you to bed, but hey, she wanted to stay on your good side. Noticing you had fallen asleep, Sarah grabbed her magazine and turned the TV over to the news.

"...No comment today from the Austin Police Department regarding a rash of violent incidents across the city, some suggesting a new street drug may be to blame. More on that when we return with Manuela Sanchez reporting live from..." Hearing the door unlock, Sarah turned the TV over once again so you wouldn't hear any of that when you woke up.

"You locked the door for once, good job," Joel said to Sarah, watching as she put her magazine down. "You know what time it is?" Joel questioned her as he lifted you to sit on his lap, you falling forward on lying on his chest.

"10" She replied, trying to divert the attention onto him being home an hour later than he said he'd be.

"Yeah, 2 hours past someone's bedtime," He scolded her gently, knowing he wasn't entirely perfect in the night wrong doings. "And I know, I'm sorry. They gave us the wrong size for the headers. That doesn't mean anything to ya. I'm sorry." He apologised, mostly to Sarah, since you were too busy sleeping, drooling onto his shirt.

"Where's the cake?" Sarah questioned him, letting out a sigh as she saw the expression on her dad's face. "Come on, man." She said exasperatedly.

"I'll get one tomorrow after I drop Y/N off at school," He assured her, waiting to see if you would respond to your name if you were faking being asleep, but he assumed that due to you staying completely still, that you were out cold.

"Promise, or you won't get your present," She threatened him gently, he turned to her and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You got me a present?" He asked her waitingly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him angrily and shook her head.

"Promise." She said forcefully, Joel sighed. "Okay, I swear." He promised her, watching as she leant over to grab a box and a piece of paper. "Y/N drew you this, she wanted to give it to you but she's obviously a bit busy," Sarah said, handing him the drawing you had been working on. Joel inspected the drawing and smiled, it was of the three of you, drawn on your favourite red paper. He folded it up and inserted the drawing into his shirt pocket, wanting to keep it close. Sarah then handed him the box, and he let out a quiet gasp upon realising what was in the box - his favourite watch.

"Wow," He said, stunned at the gift, holding it to his ear to confirm the ticking he was hearing. Sarah smiled.

"I got it fixed for you," She said proudly. She watched as he started putting the watch on, the question then springing to mind - "Where did you get the money for this?" He asked her.

"I sell hard drugs and use Y/N as my runner," She joked, Joel simply laughed and shook his head. Sarah then surprised him with his favourite movie - Viper 2. It was then that Joel decided to put you to bed, carrying you up to your room and changing you into your pyjamas. You stirred slightly; "Daddy?" Joel kneeled down beside your bed, pushing your hair away from your face.

"Hey, baby girl," He said softly, smiling as you turned onto your side to face him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" You asked him sleepily, Joel smiled and nodded, thinking of the drawing you had gifted him.

"The best, baby," He assured you, he knew you probably weren't worrying, but he knew how you got sometimes. "Okay, goodnight, baby girl, I love you," He kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Love you too daddy," You told him back. He flicked your nightlight on and left your door slightly ajar, should you have needed him.

Sarah hadn't meant to leave you behind.

Everything happened so quickly, she just didn't know what to do, she didn't think it would have escalated like this. She knew Joel was angry at her, how could he not be, she'd left her baby sister alone in the house - Much less a house beside one full of those infected people. Joel might as well have rolled out the car, giving Tommy no time to stop the car before he was running into the house, batting off the infected Adlers as he ran to his house, stopping in his tracks when hearing a clicking noise coming from upstairs.

His heart dropped.

Slowly, he crept up the stairs, trying to listen to the clicking sound to source its origins. Coming to the top of the stairs, he saw Connie Adler in your room, almost searching you out. Joel saw you curled up in your closet, making eye contact with you, he held a finger to his lips, signalling for you to be quiet. He quietly advanced towards Connie, swiftly killing her with a wrench to the head, her body dropping to the floor of your room. Joel almost took your closet doors off of their hinges with the strength he used to get you out, you immediately clung to him, your body shaking with sobs.

"Daddy," You cried out, holding on to him as he once again ran out of the house and into the truck, not bothering to put you into your car seat.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, I've got you, daddy's here," Joel assured you, trying to get you to quieten down. He knew it was no good, that you were likely overwhelmed by the loud sounds of the helicopters and fighter jets, the light and sound created by fires and explosions, it was too much for your brain to process all at once in such a short space of time. Sarah sat in the back, now sheepish and feeling guilty.

"I-I thought you wasn't comin' back," You cried, breaking your older sisters heart - You thought that they had left you there, abandoned you there to die. "What's happenin’ daddy?" You asked him. Joel didn't have time to reply to you before you started to hyperventilate, unable to catch your breath.

"Y/N? Shit," Joel didn't know if he had an inhaler in the truck. Sarah scrambled around to look for one as best as she could in the dark. "Hey, look at me baby, it's okay, hold daddy's hand." Joel held and squeezed your hand, seeing the panic in your eyes made his heart break. Fortunately, Sarah had found your inhaler tucked in one of the compartments of your car seat and handed it to Joel, who quickly helped you out of your asthma attack. You coughed and sputtered for a bit before calming down, becoming sleepy again. As Tommy drove down the road, he began to slow down at the site of a family, a mother, father and their little girl. "Tommy, what are you doing?" Joel asked.

"They have a kid, Joel," Tommy said quietly, looking down at you, dozing off on your dad’s lap.

"And? We got two." Joel deadpanned. For a while, you had fallen asleep, able to block out what was going on around you, and Joel was once thankful for your constant sleepiness.

It was only when the truck crashed that you had woken up.

You started screaming and crying. There was so much going on. People eating other people. Fire. People screaming out for help. You wanted to get up to try and find your dad, but your foot was caught under something heavy. Joel panicked as he looked around for you, he woke up and you were gone from his grasp.

"Where is she?!" He yelled at Tommy, he knew it was illogical since Tommy would have no clue where you were, but he needed someone to yell at it, and it wouldn't have been fair to do that to Sarah.

"Listen, I'll go look for Y/N, you take Sarah and try and find some help," Tommy offered the best plan he could think of at that moment. Joel mulled it over and then nodded, watching as his brother set off to find you.

"Y/N!?" It was your uncle Tommy.

"Uncle Tommy help!" You cried out, you didn't care if he wasn't your dad, he was the closest thing you were getting right now. Tommy was able to find you but struggled to lift your foot out of what it was caught under, but upon doing so, he knew you wouldn't be able to walk on it. "Where's daddy?" You asked him as he put your legs through his backpack straps, then pulled it up so he was carrying you on his back hands-free.

"He's with Sarah, they're okay honey," He promised you. "You keep your head on my shoulder, you hear? Do not look up at any time, okay?" You nodded and sniffled, hiding your face in your uncle Tommy's shoulder. You knew this was a bad dream, this couldn't be real. You had school tomorrow, it was your turn to talk about your dad's job. Your uncle Tommy headed towards the river where he said he'd meet your dad and Sarah, you didn't look up when you heard any of those scary people near you, listening to what your uncle Tommy had told you to do.

When you got to the river, you were initially excited to see your dad and sister again, but then Tommy got angry, which made you uneasy. He saw the gun pointed at his older brother and oldest niece and quickly fired at the soldier. The soldier’s gun fires a stray bullet, and Joel and Sarah both roll down the hill, Tommy running after them with you still strapped to his back. Getting to the bottom of the hill, your uncle unstrapped you and handed you to your dad, who held you tightly, scared that if he let you go, he'd lose you again.

"Her foot's pretty fucked, I wouldn't put her down," Tommy advised his brother, who nodded. You were crying again, but just happy to be back with your dad, you wanted to go home now. "Joel, oh my god." Joel turned around to Sarah, who was panickedly clutching at her bleeding stomach, and in a moment of panic towards his oldest, Joel dropped you.

Right on your foot.

You screamed out in pain, Tommy immediately running over to you to pick you up and try to console you. He knew Joel was panicking, but he had hurt you - badly. As Joel comforted a dying Sarah, you finally took notice of your sister’s state.

"Sarah!" You cried out, trying to wriggle away from your uncle, who moved you so you couldn't see what was going on, you didn't need to see your sister’s final moments. Tommy rubbed your back to try and soothe you, but it did nothing. Joel held a now lifeless Sarah and had a sudden remembrance of his youngest, who was screaming and crying her lungs out. Joel took you from Tommy and held you, unable to find the words to tell you about what had just happened, and what was going to happen in the future - He hoped you wouldn't ask.

Because he wouldn't know what to tell you.

Your dad sat you in the bath of the farmhouse you had stumbled across, 4 days into getting away from Texas. Joel could tell it had all taken its toll on you, you weren't as talkative or active anymore, opting just to sit outside and pick flowers you think your sister would have liked - Oh, how you missed her. Joel could tell that you fully understood she was gone, even though he wished that you didn't. He and Tommy had managed to create a makeshift cast and brace for your foot, but you still couldn't walk on it, needing to be carried by either your dad or your uncle. As much as he hated knowing it, Joel knew that this global catastrophe would take your childhood from you, but he'd be damned if he let it take your life from you like it did your sisters. He washed your hair down with water, to which you didn't react.

"I want out now daddy," You told him quietly. Joel lifted you out and dried you off, changing you back into the pyjamas that you had been wearing since that night. Tommy had gone out on a supply run to try and get you some clothes since you had been complaining that you were cold. There were only two bedrooms in the farmhouse, so you had to share one of the beds and rooms with your dad, which didn't really bother you. Joel carried you to the room and laid you down on the bed, tucking you in, and placing your inhaler on the nightstand, just in case the dust of the place triggered your asthma.

"Okay, I love you, baby girl," Joel told you. He didn't know if he would get much of a response from you, he didn't get much out of you recently other than the bare minimum. He waited a couple of seconds before getting up from the bed and letting you get some sleep.

"Love you too daddy" He heard quietly. A small smile came to his face. At least you were getting there.

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verybadatwriting · 1 year

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Dog Tags

Summary: Some bullies take teasing a step too far.

Warnings: Stereotypical bullies, anger issues, bottling up emotions, violence

Notes: Papa/Pa= Steve, Dad/Dada = Bucky. No pairing. Reader is Steve and Bucky's adopted daughter. Part two here!

Fem!reader

Word count: 1,364

Age 1-5

When you were born, 1939, Hydra got you. You underwent four years of experiments that gave you the gift of prophecy and enhanced physical strength. Random visions of the future came to you once or twice a week, but they were heralded by you losing consciousness.

Four years later, a group led by Captain America took down the lab you were being kept in. You formed a close father-daughter bond with the men who rescued you, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers. For two years you stayed with them as they continued fighting against the Axis Powers and formed the Howling Commandos.

It was then discovered that you had a severe heart defect. If left untreated, it would most likely kill you. On December 26th 1944, they placed you in a specially made freezing chamber in the hopes that future medical advances would make your condition treatable. While you were frozen, you still received visions.

Age 6

Decades later, you were unfrozen. You were technically in your 60’s, but by all accounts still a six-year-old. You lived with your adoptive Papa Steve, who ensured you got the medical treatments needed, and had a relatively normal childhood despite the out of the ordinary first six years. He told you that your Dad Bucky was gone, which you didn’t fully believe.

“But I saw him!” You protested.

“I know,” Steve replied, “We used to see him every day. Now we won’t get to see him again.”

“No!” You shouted, “I saw him doing things he hasn’t done yet!”

“Y/n/n,” Steve shushed, “This is a hard thing for both of us. Please stop trying to give me hope. He’s gone. That’s the end of it.”

When both of you had calmed down, Steve pulled out a little box.

“Kid?” He got your attention, “Do you remember what these are?”

“Yeah. They’re his dog tags.”

“Do you want to keep them?” He asked. You nodded in reply, and put them on. From that day forward you rarely took off your Dad’s tags.

Age 8

At school, you kept your head down, four formative years in a strict evil lab will make you very keen to follow the rules and not be noticed. Your increased strength made you afraid you would hurt someone, so you never fought back. Because of this, bullies targeted you. They were a few years older, and notorious all throughout your middle school.

One day they went a step too far by yanking your Dad’s dog tags right off your neck. The main guy, Kennith Reid, tossed them to Tyler, who tossed them to another boy. They went around and around the circle.

“Give them back.” You said evenly.

“What’re you gonna do?” Tyler asked, “Cry to your Papa? Who did you say he was, Captain America? I don’t believe it. I think you lied.”

“No.”

“Tyler,” Kennith said, catching the dog tags, “What do you think she’d do if we started breaking up this little chain?”

“Don’t.”

“Oh Kennie, is she getting mad?”

“I think so T.” Kennith said, and he broke off a few inches of the chain. You stood up, and started to take off your hoodie.

“Why are you taking off your stupid frog hoodie?” Tyler jeered.

“I don’t want to get your blood on it.” Removing your hoodie revealed how much that Hydra had influenced you. Muscles far beyond what any teenager had, much less an eight-year-old like yourself.

Wordlessly, you swung at him. It connected, hard. His nose splintered and he fell to the ground. Kennith’s pals had a split second of panic, as the blood drained from their faces in fear, but you didn’t stop. You went after every single one of them, being very careful not to injure them too badly. Kennith’s nose was the worst one.

He was the ringleader, so he deserved it.

A few moments later, they were all sufficiently beaten up, you took back your Dad’s dog tags, and knelt down next to them.

“You’re never going to pick on anyone again, understood?”

“Ye - yeah,” He hastily said, “Got it. Mhm. 100%. We won’t bully you.”

“No. You won’t bully anyone. Not me. Not Jess, not Caroline, not Xavier. None of us. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

Obviously, parents were called. Your Papa was probably off on some mission, although he said he’d be back today. It didn’t matter. If he wasn’t available Auntie Nat would step in. You sat on one side of the table, waiting for someone to join you. Your new principal, who had recently replaced a beloved one, sat across from you. Her name was Ms. Katz.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Your principal said after waiting for ten minutes, “Do you know your mother’s phone number?”

“With all due respect, Ms. Katz” You said, “She’s dead.”

“Oh,” She inhaled, “I see.”

“My aunt should be joining us soon.” Right on cue Ms. Romanoff waltzed in.

“Thank you for waiting,” She began, “I came as soon as I could.”

“No problem, thank you for joining us.” Ms. Katz said, “You are here because Y/n has exhibited some concerning behavior. She repeatedly hit her peers, resulting in one receiving a broken nose.”

“That doesn’t sound like her. Have you asked her why she did it?” Nat asked.

“This school has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for physical violence or bullying of any sort, no matter the reason.” Ms. Katz replied, “So we didn’t need to ask.”

“That sounds like a recipe for more violence.” Nat said.

“We’re not here to debate policy.” Ms. Katz said, “She will be receiving a two week suspension, and I’m afraid this will go on her permanent record.”

“Oh no.” Was your deadpan response. “Can’t let anyone know I retaliated when provoked. Woe is me.”

Nat flashed you a proud smile, and continued.

“Y/n, I haven’t yet gotten to hear your perspective. I think there’s a little more to it than simply whacking a kid.”

“I don’t believe that’s a good use of our time togeth-” Ms. Katz began, and was shortly cut off.

“No,” Nat said, “Let her talk. I need to know what happened before I decide what to do.”

“I just want you to know we’re not reconsidering the suspension.”

“Fine by me. Continue, Y/n.”

“They snagged Dad’s dog tags off my neck. I told them to give them back. They didn’t. This was the final straw. For the past two years I’ve endured their teasing, and so have countless others. I didn’t beat them up just to get the tags back, I did it to win this fight, and the next ones too. Now they’ll leave me alone, and the others, too.”

“Ms. Katz,” Nat turned to your principal, “I would just like to thank you. Y/n and I will enjoy these next two weeks off. I want you to know that she will be receiving no punishment at home.”

The intercom on Ms. Katz’s desk buzzed.

“There’s someone here to see y-”

“Tell them to wait.” She cut them off, “Very well then. I also wanted to address her chronic lying.”

“Tell me more.”

“She insists her family is full of superheroes and spies.” She pulled out a drawing, “Here, she even drew this when we were supposed to be making family portraits.” The drawing was of you, Auntie Nat, your Dad, your Papa, Uncles Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint, the whole crew. After a pause, Auntie Nat nodded.

“This is just about right.” She smiled, “My hair used to be wavy, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“No,” Ms. Katz sighed, “She insists she lives with the Avengers! Don’t you see? She strings up wild stories about fighting Nazis and being frozen in a time capsule!”

“They’re true.” Nat’s phone buzzed. “And I can prove it. Tell your receptionist to let in the other visitor.”

Ms. Katz complied, the door opened, and Steve walked in. She stared agape for a moment, before regaining composure.

“That… That will be all, thank you.”

“Have you been reading Ender’s Game again?” Auntie Nat asked on the ride back to Steve’s apartment.

“Maybe…” You grinned, “Okay yeah.”

“Thought so, that speech sounded a bit familiar.”

Part two here!

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Peter: Guess what happened while Y/n and I were on patrol

Steve: What?

Peter: Y/n got cornered by 5 men twice her size

Bucky: Is she okay!?

Steve: Did she win?

Y/n walking in the room: Of course I won, I have 3 times the super soldier serum.

Steve: *fist bumps Y/n* Bucky: Steve, stop encouraging her!

Sam: Damn. Like father, like daughter

Bucky: Shut up Sam

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moonlit-imagines · 2 months

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Hold it, hold it.” Your father said as he saw you walk past him in slightly revealing attire, only so that a glimpse of your stomach was shown when you lifted your arms, really. “What was that?” He pointed at your midriff.

“Huh?” You said in confusion before it clicked in your head and you’re eyes noticibly widened. “What do…you mean? Is there something on my shirt?” You looked down and brushed your hands down your stomach.

“Just show me.” Steve sighed and your shoulders dropped in defeat, pulling your shirt just over your belly button. “When did you get a piercing? How did you even pay for that?” He questioned, looking back up at you in disbelief.

“I got it done on a day you were out on a mission, my friend payed for it.” You admitted and poked it a bit. “It healed good, though. And it’s kind of cute, I like it. Don’t you?” You asked your father.

“I am glad your happy with it.” Steve plainly responded. “Just run it by me before you put any more holes in your skin. That includes tattoos, too.”

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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MCU + Reader Masterlist

- On-going series -

Warnings: MCU spoilers. Language. Mentions of death, fighting and use of firearms. My poor attempts at being funny. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Part 2 | Part 3

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Ant-man

Captain America: Civil War | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Black Panther

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Just a normal day

Requested: yes

Summary: an average day with a teen and her father and his team.

Warnings: none

Type: pure fluff

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Today was a calm day. No one was out on a mission. Some people were writing up some mission reports but everyone was just lounging around the compound. A calm day. Y/n walked into the building, Friday alerting everyone around them that the teenager was home from school.

“Hello darling.” Steve said looking up from his piles of paperwork to see his daughter walking in, her backpack slung up on one shoulder, her phone in her other hand.

“Hi papa.” Y/n murmured plopping down next to the man with a soft sigh. “How’s paperwork?”

“Oh well you know. Average.” He said picking up his pen and starting to write again. “Homework?” This pulled an elongated sigh from the blonde teen who flopped her upper body on to Steve’s lap who chuckled and tucked a lock of hair behind the girls ear.

“Always.” She muttered with a small pout forming on her lips. “I don’t want to do it papa…”

The two heard a chuckle come from a redhead behind them. “Awe does the poor baby have homework?” Natasha rounded the corner and plopped down next to the man and his daughter. Y/n stuck her tongue out at the older woman. “Really mature kid.”

“Well i am a kid aunty Nat.” She said with a look before sitting up with a loud groan. “Time to do some AP calc i guess.” She said pulling out her binder from her backpack. The binder thudded on to the table making everyone glance up, most having an eyebrow raised at the loud sound it made.

“Damn kid. What kind of work are they giving you? It’s heavier than the files after the Battle of New York were.” Tony said shifting in his seat to sit back and look at her binder.

“It’s uhm… calc and then just normal classes? It’s average work load for students.” She shrugged and started her homework. “Whose day is it for dinner?” Natasha asked as she scrolled on her phone lounging next to the young girl.

“Wanda i think. But i could be wrong.” She murmured as her feet went to lay over her fathers lap. “Papa do you know?”

Steve gave a hum with a shake of his head as he finished signing off the paperwork in front of him. “No doll. Do your homework please.”

Y/n roller her eyes at her father before going back to her work mumbling about something no one could understand. Natasha stood up and walked in to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “Want some coffee kid?” She asked looking over her shoulder seeing the blonde nod slightly. “Cream and sugar?” She once again saw the ponytail bib up and down and she poured the coffee for herself and the girl before bringing it back over making all the guys start to whine.

“What?”

“You can’t just get her and you coffee?!”

“Why don’t we get coffee?!”

“Come on Romanoff!”

“Favouritism!”

The teen merely smirked and stuck her tongue out at the men who preceded to all pout. “I’m her favourite. It’s very clear.” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to scroll on her phone while the teen did homework. Tony coming over at one point to help her with calculus and Bucky and Steve helping out with her world war project for history.

All was calm until Wanda called dinner, causing all the guys to stumble over each other to get a spot at the table, all leaving a seat next to Steve open so the teen could sit there after packing her bag up. She came in with a sigh and plopped down beside her father.

Dinner was her favourite time of day. It was when everyone who was on earth and not on a mission, got together and had normal conversations and family time. It was very nice. A little loud, a little chaotic with all the guys trying to get all the food, especially when Thor was here but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Papa. Can you pass the peas please?” Y/n asked timidly looking over at the blonde man who hummed and put it on her plate. “Thank you.”

“What do you want to do after dinner baby?” He asked the teen as she looked around at the table. “Movie night?”

Tony whooped and looked at the teen. “Who’s picking mini cap?”

“I’m not mini cap and I am. You all pick lame ass movies.” Y/n said causing all the men to immediately protest. “Nope! If you don’t wanna watch my movie then fine but papa, aunty Nat and aunty Wanda and I are!” She said with a small huff making everyone try to muffle a laugh. “You’re so cute darling.” Steve said kissing his daughters head causing the girls cheeks and ears to tint pink.

The team all helped clean up from dinner before they all found their way to the living room where they all settled down. Thor sitting on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch. Tony with Pepper cuddled up in a love seat. Wanda and Natasha cuddled on one side of y/n. Steve holding his daughter close on the other side. The whole family settled down to watch the movie that the teen had picked.

As y/f/m played, y/n started to drift off, her head buried into her dads neck just enjoying the calmness and love that came from being surrounded by her whole family. She felt herself be lifted and tucked into her bed and a scruffy kiss from her father who murmured a soft ‘I love you darling. Sleep good’ before leaving her to fall asleep contently.

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marvelflame2010 · 2 years

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Peter: *comes to the compound after school*

Tony: Hey underroos, how was school?

Peter: I have a list of 100 words to learn Mr. Stark

Y/n: Wow, that’s only 89 more than you know now

Peter: *shocked*

Shuri who was visiting: *dying of laughter*

Steve: Y/n Sarah Roger-Barnes

Y/n: What? He made fun of my jacket, I make fun of his vocabulary.

Bucky: Look at it this way pal. At least she didn’t use violence

Y/n: Yeah! What Pops said.

Steve: *slaps his palm on his face*

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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being tony stark's daughter would include... (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 778

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader is tony’s daughter and loves to wear fancy stuff like cher from clueless 😭. and instead of being that stereotypical “mean spoiled rich girl”, the reader is actually super sweet and people sometimes take that for granted and use her for her stuff and money?

dynamic: tony stark x stark daughter!reader

characters: reader, tony stark, happy hogan, mention of steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales

a/n: ty for the request!! also requests are still open hehe :)

coming soon: clint barton younger sibling headcanons, overprotective avengers when reader has a boyfriend headcanons, hanging at the sanctum sanctorum over break headcanons

taglist: @nutellani

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tony stark is an awesome dad.

like he just goes above and beyond to make you smile.

it’s well-known that he spoils everyone at the compound, but since you’re his daughter, he spoils you A LOT.

you’ll come home from school often to find a little box on your bed, and it’s always something you either had mentioned in passing, or something that you didn’t even know you needed.

like you got into crocheting for a little bit. you now have buckets full of multicolored yarns in every texture and color one could ever need!!

also i feel like when you told him your favorite ice cream was the same flavor as his favorite, he literally almost burst with excitement.

and now you ALWAYS have that ice cream.

he even built a little gadget that only lets you and him eat out of it.

the only exception to the rule is happy, as thor painfully found out one day.

he went to have some and it shocked him, but happy just reached in and got it anyway.

also if you’re tony stark’s daughter, i just have to say what an iconic trio you, your dad, and happy are.

like y’all always look so badass with matching shades or whatever.

you got matching shirts for you three for christmas and they both reluctantly wore it.

natasha took like fifteen pictures and steve was literally on the floor dying because he thought it was so funny.

anyways one of the coolest things about being tony stark’s daughter are the gadgets.

for example, you have a lot of clothes. but guess what? you don’t ever have to do laundry.

all of your clothes are put in this special hamper. it washes, dries, and folds/hangs the clothes up for you, then puts them away in a neat fashion.

you have a high tech mirror (ala cher from clueless!!!!) where you can “try on” outfits before you actually retrieve them to wear.

it’s kind of awesome?

jk it IS awesome.

anyways you’re also super smart.

science and math just come easily.

it must be…. in your blood or something.

bruce made that joke once and tony locked him out of the lab. then peter tried to make it too and tony made him go “test” a robot that blocks people out of a room HAHA

that being said, your dad actually lets you in the lab.

ikr? kind of crazy.

you have your own little corner to work on stuff.

also you and bruce are so iconic. i think you would have tea parties every sunday.

tony says it’s “childish” but you can tell he’s jealous

once you caught happy setting up high tea for him and tony but then he told you that you didn’t actually see anything

now, it’s usually a great thing to be tony stark’s daughter

but finding real friends is tough.

there are people who are awesome, like peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales.

but there’s a lot of people who’ll use you to get to your dad or your money.

and yes that sounds stereotypical, but it’s really tough.

there was a group of kids who seemed really excited to go out with you, but then you realized it was all for social media clout and that they expected gifts and stuff.

so you ended up exploding on them, and it gave your dad some bad press.

you were so embarrassed that you locked yourself in your room, refusing to come out.

happy left some tea outside but you didn’t want it.

so then finally tony came in.

guys he’s iron man he can get through a locked door

and you didn’t really want to talk.

so instead he just put on some music.

some really loud guitar music.

and then, with the door still open, tony stark began playing air guitar.

now you knew he would do this sometimes, but not with the door open.

and then he started to SING.

that man cannot sing guys.

needless to say, it gave you a laugh.

he grabbed your hands, pulled you up, and the two of you started dancing around the room, laughing harder than ever before.

when the song ended, he told you he wasn’t mad.

and that people can be losers sometimes

but that you certainly weren’t.

then he said one day he would come up with a loser detector so that you wouldn't have to go through something like that again.

and he was only half joking, so you just laughed.

but deep down, you were happy to have someone who cared for you as much as your dad, tony stark, did.

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my-status-single · 29 days

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The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby: Chapter 1

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. They won’t let him run to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe. His name is Ben. He’s four. He’s Peter’s.

She had been pregnant.

It had been early.

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

From the Author: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen. Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.

Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame Chapter Word Count: 1743 Chapter Summary: This chapter sets up the premise of the story. Touches briefly on Peter and Y/N's relationship, as well as introduces us to Y/N's powers. Chapter Content Warning: Teen regnancy/unplanned pregnancy-We discover that Y/N was pregnant during the blip. Peter and Y/N are in high school at this point. Blip-The Blip is a part of this series, the way Peter was blipped is mentioned Mentions of anxiety/depression-It is implied that Y/N struggled/struggles with mental health Parental death (not Tony)-Peter has dead parents Descriptions of injuries-After the battle with Thanos many characters are injured, Tony and Y/N's are discussed Medical themes-Tony and Y/N are in a medical centre, Y/N is in a coma

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Ao3 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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May 2023

Peter has known her for as long as he’s known anything.

Back before his parents died, they had been prominent members of the Oscorp Foundation. They worked directly with Norman, and so Peter grew up spending a lot of his time with Harry Osborn. Occasionally, though, there would be a collaboration between Oscorp and their largest competitor, Stark Industries. With S.I. came Tony Stark, and with Tony came his daughter.

She was about a year younger than him and Harry but she held her own just fine. She was smart as a whip and full of fire.

He’d been in love with her for longer than he knew what love was.

They had taken such a liking to each other that Tony made the effort to get them together as often as possible. Eventually, moving them to New York full-time after Peter’s parents died. Tony made an effort to keep up the relationship even then. He did it for his daughter; she’d become so attached to Peter. And he had done the same.

The sun rose and set with Y/N Stark as far as he was concerned.

The bond between them grew as they did. They became halves of the same whole. One rarely without the other. He held her when she sobbed, broken and exhausted, after spending the court-ordered time with her mother. She calmed his overloads after he was bit. They knew each other instinctually. Better than they knew themselves in some ways.

And yet, there was never anything romantic.

Until there was.

They both knew. When they’d grown old enough to understand what love, marriage, and dating were, they knew it was inevitable. That there was no Peter without y/n.

And that is a very daunting thing to face at such a young age.

And they understood that there would be no going back once they crossed that line.

They knew they would cross it eventually.

But they had all the time in the world to cross it. And now, when they were so perfect as friends, neither wanted to risk what they had.

And so they didn’t.

There was flirtation that couldn’t be helped. There were touches that toed the line between platonic and romantic, touches that lingered. Nights where they would fall asleep next to each other and wake up in a state where you couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended.

But it never went further.

Until it did

They were good kids, really. Good students, excelling in their studies, involving themselves in extracurriculars, making a difference in their community. They were good avengers as well. They weren’t officially on the team, certainly were never put in harms way. But Tony allowed them to patrol the city in the evenings, and to train with the team at the compound on the weekends. They excelled there too.

But everyone has times when they just need a break.

It happened the first time during one of those breaks

They had finished midterms, Natasha had been kicking their asses in training for the last month, they were tired.

And so they snuck into the hangar and hacked one of the jets. Because she could override her father’s protocols without even blinking. Spain. She had wanted to go to Spain. He’d remembered her talking about it, so he puts in the coordinates and settles in for the ride.

They’ve shared a room, a bed, countless times at this point and yet somehow this is different. Somehow this leads to their mouths on each other and their virginities lost to each other.

Things change after that.

It takes a while for them to get over it. To admit “I want you” and “I always have” and “I don’t want to wait anymore”. But once they do, once they allow those walls to be broken down they are inseparable.

The funniest thing about the whole ridiculous situation is their behaviour barely changes.

They simply kiss now. Because they already spent nights in the others bed, they already were always touching the other somehow, they already could read the others mind and anticipate their needs. So at school, no one noticed they were dating until Peter gave her a quick kiss before running off to some sort of internship activity.

Its been years now. They are perfect. Ideal. He loves her with everything in him.

And that’s why, when the invasion starts, he webs her to the bed so she can’t follow after him as he goes toward the battle.

Why he goes to the battle despite her screams, her begging, her pleading. Why his last words as he disintegrates in Tony’s arms, after pleading whispers of “I don’t want to go” are “I don’t want to leave her.”

He spends five years living a life with no memory of his previous one. No memory of her, of Tony, of Spiderman.

When the dust finally settles after that final battle, he’s the one screaming, begging pleading. Because his girl, his brilliant, beautiful, reckless girl, simply refused to let her father die.

She’s always had them. The powers, the enhancements, that were so graciously forced upon her by her mother.

She hated them, hated why she ended up with them. But they gave her the ability to save Tony’s life, despite it being at nearly at the cost of her own.

He’s held back, not sure by whom. He hears Steve yell for assistance to get them both off the battle field and to get them immediate medical assistance.

Her powers are…complicated.

Her ability to heal is incredible. Whether it be herself or others. But it comes at a cost.

Healing takes energy. She’s able to choose, when healing injuries, whether to use the injured person’s energy or her own. The severity of the wound would usually influence her decision.

She was comfortable using someone else’s energy for smaller things, scrapes, bruises, most of Peter’s injuries because of his own accelerated healing. But bigger things…she would use her own “Because I heal better” she would say.

Like after he’d taken the weight of a building their sophomore year, she’d used her own energy to heal that. He watched the colour drain from her face, watched slashes and bruises come and go across her skin, watched her exhaust herself right in front of him as the pain eased from his body.

After a fight like this neither had the energy to heal something as severe as this. But she did it anyway.

She does heal better. Quicker, more efficiently. It’s hard to leave any kind of mark on her because her body just rids itself of it.

So she lay in a hospital bed, half dead, as her body begins to repair what should be fatal.

Tony was exhausted, on the brink of death, he’d had nothing left to use up. She herself had been spent. So she took, and she gave. She gave what little energy she had left to Tony and took as much pain and damage from him as she could. Took as much as she could until her body gave out.

Tony woke later that night. Exhausted. Badly scarred. Weaker than Peter had ever seen him.

But alive.

Peter is sitting at her bedside now, holding her hand in his. Needing to feel that it’s warm, needing physical proof that she’s alive. He’s fading in and out of consciousness. Fighting sleep because he can’t risk something happening while he’s asleep. It would be a restless, nightmare filled sleep anyway.

“Tony, we shouldn’t be arguing about this; you’re exhausted; you need to rest. We can talk about this la-“ He can hear Steve’s voice in the next room.

“We’re talking about this now.” Tony responds.

Peter, even with his heightened senses, can barely hear him. He tries to tune them out, focusing instead on her heartbeat. A comforting, familiar sound that lulls him into a sense of security.

But the next words he hears make his blood run cold, and his head snap up.

“He’s my grandson. He’s likely scared. He can’t have his mother, so let me see him.” Tony sounds angry despite his severely weakened state.

“Tony…” Steve says gently. “Look at yourself. You’ll only scare him more. He’s my grandson too. Let me look after him.”

Peter takes a moment.

Grandson.

Tony has no biological children other than y/n. There is Harley…a boy Peter’s age that Tony had taken in when they were thirteen. They’d been fast friends. And…maybe Harley could have had a child in the five years Peter had been gone…except he’d been in the same place as Harley for the last five years, and there was no child.

So…so that must mean that y/n had…that she’d had a child.

Sometime in the last five years she’d moved on…gotten pregnant…had a baby? He shakes his head, his chest aches. His feet move before he’s fully aware of it. He walks into Tony’s room. He stands there silently, until Steve notices him.

“Peter.” He whispers, a sigh in his voice.

Peter laughs weakly, tears on his cheeks that have no right to be there. It had been five years, he had no right to have expected her to wait five years. “I um…” He clears his throat, sniffing. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…it’s just so quiet here.” He says quietly.

“Kid ther-“ Tony starts but Peter holds up a hand.

“Don’t…don’t. It’s okay. You don’t need to defend…just…if there’s a way I can help? I could call his father, if someone hasn’t already or…or go pick up anything that he might need…or…or I can fuck off if you think that would be bett-“

“Peter.” Tony says as firmly as he’s capable of. Peter looks up. “Come sit. We need to talk.” He says, gentler now.

She had been pregnant.

It had been early.

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL *MINOR TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death, implied suicide, mourning

ANGST/FLUFF

Request: Hello could you do tony x daughter genius reader wherein she loves solving crime kinda sherlock Holmes and she mostly solve it. The avengers are trying to recruit her but she refused because she love solving crime and it wear off the boredom. The avengers especially her father are worried at reader whenever the reader didn't eat nor sleep or even in the tower for couple of days and thinking something is wrong but sure the reader is solving hard cases. Anyway something happened while solving the crime, the reader (kinda like sherlock) was face to choose between her life or her loves and so she fake her death and the avwngers are devastated. No one knows she's alive till three or four years later. Hehehehhe

The mood of everyone since the morning started had been off, and no one was addressing it. Everyone went on with their days, doing their jobs, meetings, training, planning for future missions, but there was a tension in the air, and Tony was a lot quiter than usual. More passive, off in a daydream, but no one asked if he was alright. They didn’t have to.

They knew he wasn’t alright. Why would he be? It was the third anniversary of the death of you, his daughter. It wasn’t a natural death- something anyone saw coming and could prepare for. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere, surprising everyone. And the worst part? It wasn’t even an accident.

No one knew the exact details about what happened that day. You were acting strange- but that was just you everyday, being secretive, getting into trouble that Tony didn’t know the full extent of until days or weeks or months after it was all over, usually you putting yourself in insane amounts of danger to solve a criminal case, each time never failing to driving your poor father insane with worry. But in hindsight, the team couldn’t deny you were being even more secretive, more paranoid, more shut off then usual. The last time any of them saw you asleep in the tower before your death was 3 days prior, and none had seen you ate for at least a day before, being consumed in your work and thoughts, but they never got the chance to ask what was happening to offer help because you left the tower the night prior to your death, and the last time anyone heard from you, was when you called your dad to tell him you were sorry, and goodbye.

Tony had spent the last 3 years trying to figure out what the case you were working on was. There was no doubt that your death was linked to it in some way. However, you hadn’t told him much, and no matter how many times he flipped your old room upside down or had FRIDAY scan your electronics for anything, or keep track of every single contact in your phone and friend on social media for any suspicious behaviour, there wasn’t many leads, and those leads dried up in a year. You told no one what you were investigating, you covered your tracks thoroughly, and if you had taken any notes about your findings, you hid them so well not even a genius, and more importantly your father, could find out where you had put them. No traces. No leads. No idea on what led you to the decision to die that day, and so seemingly out of nowhere. The end result was nothing but questions, and your dad who was trying to act like nothing happened- somewhere between you’re still alive and just somewhere living such a normal quiet life- totally not your style- to the point where he had nothing to tell the others about and so didn’t speak about you, and acting like you never existed in the first place, but spending every night looking for anything to give him answers.

Despite the clear discomfort and tension amongst everyone in the room, everyone tried to act like it was a normal day. Everyone consciously tried to not look at Tony more often than they usually would, stayed on track with their conversations, and Tony kept his head down and was quieter than he usually was as Maria was briefing the group about some leads they got from their last mission. However, after Maria paused to switch slides, the quiet but identifiable buzzing of a vibrating phone was heard, and everyone stopped and looked amongst each other before Tony felt his pocket, and eyes went to him. “Sorry.” He apologised with a fake smile as he dug into his pocket, retrieving the phone and looked at who he was, then froze, the smile fading immediately. Everyone tensed as Tony stared at the screen of his phone. Bruce, who was sat closest to Tony, peaked over his shoulder, before his eyes widened and he looked at everyone in a panicked rush before turning back to Tony.

“T-Tony-” Was all he was able to get out before Tony stood abruptly, leaving the room, and putting the phone to his ear. Everyone looked at Bruce in stunned silence, knowing he was was the only one in the room to give answers to what just happened. Bruce gulped, before he opened his mouth again. “It was Y/N. Y/N was calling him.”

“Who the hell is this and how did you get my daughter’s phone?” Tony stopped in the empty hallway, but his voice, while a growl, was still a whisper. He could feel his hands shaking, pumping with adrenaline. Despite the fact that you were long gone, Tony kept your phone. He paid the bill for it to remain active, kept it tucked in a drawer in your room between clothes where he couldn’t hear the vibration so he could call your number and hear your voicemail and for a moment believe you’d pick up, and just to hear your voice so he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. At this point the words ‘Hi this is Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Don’t call again, I’ll call you maybe’ were the crispest words he could recall in your voice. He only got the phone out once a week to charge it back up.

“Dad, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” The voice on the phone responded to him. You. It was you. Even the tone in your voice was the same- somewhere between tired and annoyed, but Tony long knew you usually didn’t actually feel the way your voice sounded. Despite this, Tony couldn’t help but doubt. This had to be a trap. Someone pretending to mess with him. “Sorry for… what I did. I really wish I could have done it differently, given you some piece of mind, but trust me, it was the only way.” You told him, and Tony couldn’t help the small scoff escaping him. This had to be a trick, unless he was somehow talking to your ghost? As if.

“Prove it’s you.” He said simply, and he heard you chuckle.

“I knew you’d say that. I’m coming into the tower now. FRIDAY is about to alert you. Let me in.” You told him and hung up. Tony dropped the phone to his side, and waited. Waited for FRIDAY to activate, to speak. After a second, nothing happened, and Tony sighed, closing his eyes. It was a trick. A sick trick of some sort-

“Mr Stark?” The voice of the AI made Tony’s eyes snap open. “I don’t know how to explain this, but your daughter is downstairs and wants access to the elevator to meet with you. Shall I activate security and lockdown?” She asked him.

“No. Let her come up.” Tony answered, turning and starting to head back down the hallway, using the wall to stabilise himself. Ahead of him, the door to the meeting room opened, everyone stepping out and seeing him, Steve stepped forward, putting a hand on Tony’s arm. They were expecting an angry Tony, one who would snap at Cap, tell him to get his hands off of him, that some sick individual had called him as a joke, or that someone else had gotten your phone number and somehow called him on accident or something- not Tony, so pale they thought he was dying, seemingly in deep shock and not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Tony what happened?” Steve asked, holding the man up.

“It was her. She… she’s in the elevator now, she’s going to be here any second-” He told them.

“It’s probably a trap, everyone be ready.” Natasha spoke up, and everyone moved out of the hallway to the large open lounge area where the elevator’s opened to, and they waited. Tony forced Steve to take him as well, not sure who to believe. It sounded just like you. But you’re dead. Who else could be in the elevator? But you’ve been gone for three years.

After a short period of time, the elevator was heard reaching the floor, and everyone tensed as the door opened. Everyone stared as you stepped out. Completely fine. Your eyes scanned each of the avengers, before they landed on your dad. Your head tilted, your shoulders slumping, and you sighed. “Hi dad.”

Tony carefully pulled Steve off of him, walking slowly over to you until he stood over you, taking in all your features- making sure they were all correct. Little features only a parent would notice about their child, things that even a clone would fail to adopt. They were all there. Tony raised his arm and put it on your shoulder, and when his hand didn’t go straight through you like a hallucination or a hologram, he pulled you towards him into a hug. It was only when you wrapped your arms around him did he finally digest that you were actually here, and he lost his breath. “How? How are you here?” He asked as he clung to you.

“Where the hell have you been, kid?” Clint asked. “We all thought you were dead. You faked your own death for three years- why are you back now?” He asked. You pulled away from your dad to look at everyone again, before looking at your dad, who also very clearly wanted answers.

“It was related to your case, right?” Tony asked, and you nodded. “What happened?”

“Something unexpected happened. Someone, somehow, had the upper hand on me, and they made a very clear and very real threat that I had to take seriously and act quickly to get control of the situation back.”

“Y/N, stop being vague. You’ve been gone 3 years, I want answers, not another riddle to decipher.” Tony scorned at you, getting an annoyed look from you, before you responded.

“I thought I was up against a singular person, but I quickly realised it was multiple people, and then I found out that was an entire organisation, and the head of it all made it clear that they had the man power to make the threat to kill you and anyone I care about.” You explained, looking directly at Tony, before you turned to the others. “And you all too. They sent evidence to me that they had people tracking your every move and at any point if I didn’t do as they said, they could kill you immediately. I had to do as they say.”

“What did they want you to do?” Tony asked, this time his voice a lot calmer, though there was some veiled anger- not at you- in his voice.

“To die.” You answered, shortly, and quickly everyone realised exactly what had happened. “So I did. I had to make it look as real as possible, and also make sure no one could trace what I had been doing so they wouldn’t go after you for knowing things and making everything I did be for nothing. So, I died, they thought they had nothing to worry about anymore, and they went on with their ventures, and I got to work on getting under their skin without them realising. As of 2 hours ago, that case is officially closed. News reports will be rolling in soon, but I don’t know when or even if I can ‘come back to life’. But… I had to let you know as soon as it was safe to do so, that I’m alive and okay. And I’m sorry.” You explained.

“You were… undercover, this entire time? Did you do it alone?” Tony asked. You shook your head.

“I had a small group of people who knew bits and pieces of what I was doing but no one knew the full image, so even if they were compromised, I’d still have an upper hand, luckily it never got to that point, but other than them, yes, I was alone 95% of the time.” You explained to him.

“Anyone we know?” Natasha asked, clearly hinting to Maria or Fury, but you shook your head.

“None of the people I worked with have any ties back to any of you. Like I said, I covered all traces. None of the people I worked with even knew of me being a Stark.” You told her.

“So you solved the case. What now?” Thor asked. Your eyes moved to look back at your dad.

“I need to continue to lay low for a while, might need a bit of the help of SHIELD to expose the information I have as to why the actions I did were the right course, and I can’t just come back- I’ve been dead three years, that’ll be breaking news and easy to tie back to the case if it’s found out too early. So I’m going to lay low, keep my head down… no cases for quite a while. Consider it a holiday.”

“How about that vacation house I used to take you to all the time when you were little? In the middle of nowhere. Also means I can come say hi for a few weeks and we can catch up.” Tony offered, and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds good. When we get there I can tell you all about the look on that idiot’s face when he realised I wasn’t dead and I was about to make him the dead one.”

“Alright maybe don’t admit to murder until we can get you cleared of charges.” Tony said, pushing you back to the elevator to take you home to gather what you needed, the dynamic of you oversharing or saying something inappropriate and him having to draw you back in or reprimand falling back into place so easily. Like you were never gone.

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natashaslesbian · 4 months

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Papa?

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: when looking for your mama you find her cuddling with Steve. Natasha has to face the new challenge of telling you the truth about the new love in her life

Word Count: 1.7k

Parings: (Kid!Reader x Mom!Natasha) (Romanogers) (Kid!Reader x Steve)

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“Mama?” You called out into the hallway and your feet padded along the floor “mommy?” You called again. As soon as auntie Kate went to use the bathroom you took the opportunity to search for your mama. You missed Natasha so much, although she had only been gone for a few hours. You knew she was still in the tower, Kate said she was busy working. “Mommy where are you?” You said as you pushed open her office door, the empty chair causing you to frown. You hobbled down the stairs to the gym, somewhere that you were not supposed to go without supervision. Maybe Natasha was training.

“Little spider?” Clint said when he heard you shuffling across the floor “what are you doing down here” he said as he came to kneel in front of you “I can’t find mommy” you frowned “do you know where she is?” You asked “is she not in her office kiddo?” Your uncle said as he pulled you to sit on your knee “no, I looked there” you drew your gaze away from Clint’s gaze “I’m sorry for coming to the gym by myself, I just wanna find mama” you sighed as you wiped your nose. Clint pulled out the handkerchief he kept special for you “it’s alright y/n” he said as he gently wiped your stuffy nose “do you want me to help you find mom?” You nodded “yes please”

You searched the kitchen, the living area, your bedroom, mommy’s bedroom and even auntie Yelena’s room but you couldn’t find Natasha anywhere. Meanwhile on the towers rooftop gardens, Clint was talking a panicked Kate down from her rambling “I thought she might have gotten up here and I was so scared!” She spat out “it’s alright, she’s down in her bedroom” Clint said “she’s waiting for me there” he guided Kate back down into the tower to your bedroom. “Y/n oh my goodness!” Your aunt said as she rushed into your bedroom “don’t you ever do that again you scared me” you dropped your gaze, thinking you were in trouble “I’m sorry auntie Katie” you mumbled “it’s ok y/n, you’re not in trouble you just gotta let someone know where you are” the two of you hugged it out and continued your search for Natasha along with Clint.

“Uncle Tony hasn’t seen her either, I’ve asked everyone!” You loudly sighed, throwing your arms into the air. “Are you sure you asked everyone angel?” Kate said as you came to settle on her lap, you racked your brain for a few moments thinking so hard you felt like your eyes would pop out. Suddenly it hit you “Uncle Steve!” You abruptly said “I didn’t ask uncle Stevie! Come one!” You jumped down onto the carpet and pulled Kate to her feet, knocking into Clint when rushing out of the room. “Woah! Where are you two going in such a hurry?” He asked “I gotta ask uncle Steve if he’s seen mama!” You called back, still pulling Kate along the corridor. Only did you let go of her hand when you reached Steve’s bedroom “Uncle Steve!” You called as you opened his door with no invitation “have you seen…” you stopped in your tracks when you finally found your lost love “mama?”

“Hey sweetheart” Natasha said as she sat up abruptly rubbing her tired eyes “are you okay?” She asked “why are you sleeping with uncle Steve?” You innocently asked, missing the way Clint chuckled at your choice of words (they weren’t exactly too far from the truth) The assassin shot daggers at Clint before turning her focus back to you “I was just having a nap darling” she said. Your inner widow sass started to come through as you stood with a large pour and tightly crossed arms “I’m not silly mama!” You said “what do you mean sweet pea?” Asked Steve “you were holding mama how uncle Clint holds auntie Laura! Have you been kissing my mommy?” You demanded. Clint and Kate took the opportunity to sneak away from the situation before you exploded into emotions “y/n baby calm down” Natasha said as she stood up from the bed “no!” You yelled “you’re my mommy! You’re only allowed to cuddle with me!” You said through angry tears “y/n don’t be rude sweetheart, mommy’s allowed to spend time with her friends too isn’t she?” Natasha asked as she came down to your level “Uncle Steve isn’t your friend! He’s your boyfriend! You’ve been spending time with him instead of me!” You said through choked sobs “baby girl mama’s allowed to spend time with other people just like you do, you gotta share remember y/n” you were still young and still learning so much, but sharing your mommy was defiantly not something you were happy about “but you’re my mama!” You cried and hurried from the room, leaving a stunned Steve and devastated Natasha, she didn’t want you to find out like this.

“Mommy doesn’t love me anymore uncle Clint!” You cried into the agents shoulder “oh y/n that’s not true!” He said “your mom loves you more than anything, and I think she loves Steve too but in a different way” Clint explained “wha-what do you mean?” You sniffled “well, you see your mommy loves you the way I love your cousins, us moms and dads have special hearts made just for you!” Your sobs started to subside as the new conversation caught your attention “they do?” You asked “they do! When you were born your mom got a brand new heart just for you so that she can give you all the love in the world” Clint continued “so you see now she has two hearts, one especially made for you and one to love another” you wiped your red eyes and shifted on Clint’s lap “I think that your mommy uses her second heart to love Steve the way I love your aunty Laura. So you see y/n your moms love for you hasn’t got smaller, she’s always going to love you no matter who else is in her life” Clint concluded his little speech with his signature smile and was rather pleased to see that you were no longer crying. “So mommy still loves me?” You asked your uncle “and she loves Steve too?” Clint nodded “I love mommy and Steve too” you said “you see, even your tiny little heart can fit so much love inside it! I think you should go find your mom and let her know that you love her” Clint suggested and you were off his lap and out the door before he could stop you.

You sprinted down the corridor, heading back to Steve’s bedroom. You turned a corner and crashed straight into a pair of legs, the force knocking you to the floor. “Y/n!” Natasha cried “I’m sorry baby I didn’t see you, are you okay?” Your moms fear only increased when you jumped up and threw your arms around her “oh I’m sorry baby, shh, it’s okay” she cooed for a moment before realising that there were no sniffles in the air “y/n?” Nat said as she pulled back from the hug. “I love you mommy!” You smiled brightly at her “I love you too baby” Natasha said, a little confused. “I’m sorry for being rude mama, I didn’t mean too” you pleaded “I just want you to still love me even if you love Steve too” you said as you pulled on your moms sweatshirt “oh y/n” Nat sighed “of course I’m still going to love you, I will always love you tiny dancer, you’re my world and no one else comes before you” your mama said as she gently kissed your forehead. “You’re mommy’s best friend and you always will be” she finished. “I know mama, uncle Clint told me about your two hearts and how one of them is just for me!” You exclaimed brightly. “Well uncle Clint is right you know” Natasha said as she lent down to touch your nose with hers. The widow was constantly impressed with Clint’s smart ways of calming you down. “Is Stevie still in his room?” You asked your mom.

Natasha led you back into Steve’s room, hand in hand. The solider sat up immediately at your presence. “Hi Stevie” you shyly said “hey y/n” Steve replied. You waddled over to his bed and climbed up to sit next to him while Natasha stood by the doorframe. “I’m sorry for being mean unc- Steve” you mumbled “that’s okay y/n” the avenger said. “I was just scared that mommy wouldn’t love me anymore, but now I know that she will because she has two hearts, one for me and one for you” you said, kicking your legs slightly. “Um- yes well that’s right you know” Steve muddled through his sentence. “Do you love my mama?” You asked “I do, very much y/n” Steve said “and you’ll always be nice to her” you said with your biggest puppy eyes “I promise I will” Steve smiled. “And you’ll share her with me?” You said “always” Steve said. You thought for a moment and glanced at your mom then back at Steve. “Will you be my papa then?” You quietly asked. Natasha felt her heart swell with love, she had never expected you to welcome Steve so easily. “Is that what you’d like?” The solider asked “yes please” you mumbled behind your sleeve “then of course I’ll be your papa” Steve smiled. You immediately climbed up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and shortly, Natasha came to join you both.

You always thought it would just be you and your mommy, and at first you were scared that Steve was going to take her away. Now however, you were excited to spend more time with Steve (he was secretly one of your favourite people in the avengers.) Over the next few days you did everything together and you got to see just how happy your mom was with your new papa. Natasha still had all the love in the world saved up for you, and she made sure to continue to shower you in it. You were sad when Steve had to leave for a 2 day mission and you missed him more than you thought possible. It was safe to say that you liked this new expansion of your little family, and you couldn’t wait for all the fun you were going to have together.

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graciegoeskrazy · 6 months

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marvel masterlist

last updated: 2/27/23

newest ones in bold!

b u c k y b a r n e s

not my first rodeo (Bucky + Teen!reader)

untitled something (Bucky + Teen!reader)

Irreplaceable (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Changes (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Therapy (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Finding the New (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

amending not avenging (Bucky + Morgan Stark)

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don’t you let me fall (Steve + Teen!Daughter!reader)

m a t t m u r d o c k

love it if we made it (Matt + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader)

guilty as sin (Matt + Teen!Daughter!reader + Elecktra)

a m e r i c a c h a v e z

come back to me and i’ll come back to you (Strange + America)

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tulipfantasies · 10 months

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wounds don't heal overnight ✩ b.barnes

pairing; dad!bucky barnes x daughter!reader

summary; after returning home from a particularly hard mission, your father takes it upon to patch you up.

characters; uncle!steve rogers and alpine

warnings; blood, injuries and swearing.

my notes; original on @1-800-romanoff. i don't see enough of parent!bucky (at least as far as i am aware)

word count; 2.0k

Wounds. Every Avenger who has set foot on the battlefield returns home riddled with them.

Some end up with severe and (on occasion) life-threatening injuries, while others return home with scratches and bruises.

Seeing injuries and seeing someone bleed out no longer holds the same fear and anxiety for the Avengers as it would for a normal person.

Travelling back to the compound took longer than originally anticipated, much to everyone's dismay.

You took the worst hit; your bleeding abdomen and bloody nose were visual proof that easily backed up the statement.

Applying as much pressure as you can, you wince at the amount of blood that has begun seeping through your suit.

"Hang on, Y/n/n. We are almost there." The voice came across as a reassuring muffle as you zoned in and out of your thoughts, each time wincing at the pain you felt.

But even as a muffle, you knew exactly who it belonged to. Your 'uncle'.

The second the Quinjet touched down in the hangar bay, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder.

Normally, you'd protest against the idea of being held up by someone else (you'd like to think you were capable of walking on your own), but your injuries left you in such a bad state that the only thing you could do was lean into his touch and screw your eyes shut as the pain continued to shoot through your body.

"Alpine? Dad?" You hoarsely called out the second you were dragged into the empty hangar bay.

You hoped that your voice came out loud enough for your cat and dad to hear you and walk right up to you and your uncle.

Almost immediately, your dad makes his way over to where you two stood, the little white cat prancing happily underneath every heavy footstep he takes.

"Holy shit!" Bucky's eyes widened in shock as he reached forward to gently pull you out of Steve's grasp (which loosened the second Bucky came into view) and into his own. "What the fuck did you do out there, Y/n/n?"

Ever since you were a young girl, your dad, the 'cold-hearted' Winter Soldier, despised seeing you in any form of pain. Everyone knows that seeing you in such a bad state was like torture to him.

So being greeted by Steve holding you up as your left arm was wrapped protectively over your abdomen (which was oozing with blood) and a blood-soaked tissue pressed up against your broken nose to prevent blood loss was killing him on the inside.

"It's just a scratch." You tease, trying to make light of the situation. Instead of laughing, your father gave you a look that pulled a sheepish smile onto your lips.

Not a second later, Alpine curls around your leg and flicks her tail to sit down at your feet. "Hi, Piney." You whisper down at the cat with a small, painful smile.

"A fucking big one." He grumbles as he slowly begins leading you in the direction of the hangar bay's exit. "Come on, Alpine," Bucky calls over his shoulder as he begins dragging you over to the compound's infirmary, where you could get your injuries assessed.

The infirmary is one of the biggest facilities in the compound, and yet, apart from Bruce, who was busy cleaning someone else's minor wound, it was like a ghost town.

Rows and rows of hospital beds, the stench of disinfectant, and fluorescent lights greet you as your father drags you further and further into the infirmary.

The only other sound that could be heard over the footsteps belonging to you and your dad and the murmurs of Bruce was the sound of small paws running after you.

"Sit your ass down!" Your dad ordered harshly, but you knew he was concerned, making you nod and follow his order to sit down on the bed.

Bucky makes a beeline for some medical equipment; from your space on the bed, you could hear him dismiss Bruce's attempts to look at your seeping wounds (he claims that he's 'able to patch his own daughter's wounds up, thank you').

Lost in the pain that was searing through your abdomen and nose, you barely acknowledge a small head that nudges your free hand. Absentmindedly, your fingertips reach behind her ears to give them a gentle scratch.

"Hiya, Alpine. Did you keep Dad sane while I was away?" You ask softly as if the cat would suddenly start speaking.

Seconds later, Bucky returns to the bed that you and the cat were sitting on with a first aid kit and extra gauze in his metal hand.

He places the equipment on the bed before reaching forward to gently pry your arm away from your abdomen, causing you to wince and hiss as the cold air hits it.

His eyes widened in shock at how large your wound was. "Holy shit, why the hell didn't you tell me? You could've passed out!"

"I was applying pressure to it, just like you and Uncle Stevie taught me to do," you reply, causing your father to shake his head in disappointment.

"And in that space of time, you could've passed out from too much blood loss," Bucky replies, continuing to shake his head and fumble with the first aid kit.

"Please tell me you know how to stitch up a wound," you beg softly.

"Doll, you know being in the war came with the ability to stitch up a wound," Bucky replies as he slowly begins to dab a wet cloth over your abdomen.

You hissed loudly at the coolness of the cloth and at the fact that he didn't have a full idea of what he was doing.

"Of course," you wince at the pain, "how could I forget that you and Uncle Steve were in the war?" You asked, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

"Watch that tone, young lady," Bucky warns with a small smile tugging on his lips as your fingertips continue to scratch behind Alpine's ears. "This is going to hurt, doll."

You immediately bite down on your bottom lip before nodding as a way to prepare yourself for the pain.

"You're going to give me and your uncle a heart attack one day with the number of injuries you have on missions," Bucky adds into the settled silence, causing you to attempt to chuckle through the pain, which doesn't work as it sends more pain-searing through your body and near your wound.

"Sending you and Uncle Steve into cardiac arrest is serious considering you are both 100-odd years old." You joke with a light chuckle.

Your dad quickly reaches forward to gently pinch your forearm with his metal hand. "Ouch." You jut out your bottom lip, making your dad smile softly.

"Y/n..." Bucky's tone reaches a warning point. "What have I told you about bringing up our ages?"

You huff loudly before carefully folding your arms over your chest. You've had the lecture of 'Now, as you are aware, your uncle and I are around 100 years old, but that does not give you the right to make jokes about it,' but as you can see, that lecture was pointless as you kept making small digs as it is.

"Just because you guys are old like fossils," Bucky glares daggers at you as you shrug, "it doesn't mean that I should make jokes about it because making jokes about people's age is rude. I know, Dad, you've given me this lecture many times, and yet I still do it."

Bucky shakes his head just as he finishes stitching you up. He then begins looking around the area for the gauze that was just out of his reach; luckily for him, Alpine gently nudged the roll with her head, sending it rolling over to Bucky.

She meowed softly as her tail curled around her.

"Thanks, Alpine." He scratches her head before picking up the white stretchy fabric to begin wrapping it around your torso. He ties a knot in the back before grabbing another clean cloth to tend to your bloody nose.

"Your grandma would've been furious seeing how easily and badly injured you get. I wish you could have seen her face when Steve got into trouble." Bucky chuckles, causing you to join to the best of your ability.

You always enjoyed hearing stories about your grandparents or your father and uncle when they were younger, and this was no exception.

"Don't act like you didn't get into trouble yourself too, Buck." Your uncle's voice echoes through the empty infirmary, making you both jump.

You glance over your dad's shoulder to see your uncle, who looked exhausted, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. "How're you doing, kiddo? You scared me back there."

"Apart from being in a shit ton of pain—"

"Y/n! Language!" Bucky barks, causing you to smile sheepishly.

"-I'm doing much better. I feel just as exhausted as you look, though." You comment with a smile just as Steve pushes himself off of the wall to make his way over to your bed.

"You were always the one that got into trouble physically, Steve. I was the one pulling you out of them." Bucky says, referring back to Steve's first comment, which causes Steve to clap Bucky on the back before sitting down on the bed next to you.

The bed dips slightly under his pressure as he carefully wraps his arm around your shoulder. At the sudden dip in the hard mattress, Alpine climbs onto your lap and begins to softly purr.

"What on earth are we going to do with you, Y/n/n?" Steve asks as he gently squeezes your shoulder.

"We better wrap her head to toe in that, uh, plastic thing with bubbles that makes the popping sound when you press down on them." You burst into laughter at your dad's attempt to identify something he was unfamiliar with.

Seeing as you were born during this time, you would often spend your free time educating your father and uncle on what things are called and what their purpose is. The current topic is mobile phones.

"Bubble wrap, Dad." Bucky clicks his fingers as he hums in agreement. You shake your head before turning to your uncle with a tired smile. "Have you figured out how to use the internet or how to call and text someone yet, Uncle Steve?"

"No, using a mobile phone is a lot harder than you'd expect," Steve replies nonchalantly. "At least it is for someone mine and your father's age."

"You're doing well, though; practice makes perfect." You stifle a loud yawn and blink back the urge to sleep as you run your fingertips up and down Alpine's back.

"Come on, doll. You need sleep; you can talk to your uncle tomorrow." Bucky orders quietly as he makes a swift move to pick the sleeping cat off of your lap, much to her dismay, to help you up.

You smile tiredly over at your uncle as your dad wraps his free arm around your shoulder to hold you up.

"Good night, Uncle Steve." You mumble quietly.

"Good night, Y/n/n," Steve replies, matching your tiredness.

At a slow and steady pace, you found yourself standing outside your bedroom door.

With little struggle, you push open the door to let Alpine strut into your bedroom so she can curl up on your bed (even though she has her own) before turning to hug your dad goodnight.

"No contact with water for a couple of days." He orders as he wiggles his finger in your face. "I love you, doll. Goodnight."

"I love you too, Dad. Night." You murmur before staggering into the dark and cold bedroom.

You gently push the door shut with the palm of your hand before stumbling through the dimly lit room and over to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

One thing is for sure: there are no more missions going to be planned for you, at least not on your father's watch.

#𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ my works #dad!bucky #daughter!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes #winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america #alpine #mcu #marvel #injuries #fluff #hurt/comfort #platonic #father and daughter #fem!reader

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anuncalledbridge · 1 year

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Leap of faith

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: knife, cursing, cursing in tagalog, violence, mention of death.

Previous part

It has been two days since you've been pulled by that strange portal. By some mysterious matter, Gwen and you somehow got into visions academy, an academy which you heard are only for the rich and intelligent kids. Vision Academy wasn't hard and it wasn't easy either but you could manage same goes for Gwen, she was rather exceptional herself.

When night falls you always find yourself feeling alone, sure Gwen was there but she is either sleeping or completely ignoring you. You miss home, you missed your dad, that's the only thing you and Gwen had in common, missing home.

You grabbed your suit deciding to sneak out, you looked at Gwen "wanna go for a swing?" You asked, she was burying her nose in a book "No, I feel tired" she lazily replied.

"Suit yourself, pinkie" You jump from your two-story building and shot a web on a building. You were too deep in your thoughts as you swing. Yesterday you went to visit Manhattan and found absolutely nothing. Manhattan looked so empty without the avenger tower.

There was a spider person like you in this verse but to your surprise, it was a guy, there was no explanation as to how any of this happened but since you got here you made it upon yourself to make some sort of device to get yourself home but it was quite complicated than you thought. The multiverse was somehow in shambles, you hoped that Dr. Strange finds a way to fix this while you were trying to go home.

You sat on a tower watching the city lights; you sat there for a while, thinking of something, anything other than this madness.

You got bored eventually and just decided to look around, your line of sight traveled to each civilian until it landed on a lady being mugged by someone.

"Okay! Need to get these pent-up feelings out!" You stretched your limp arms then you started to shoot your web to the next building.

"Woo! " You shouted, dodging a huge truck as you made your way to the crime "Help-- help me please!" The lady sounded so defeated her broken sobs were heard a mile away making you pick up your pace.

"Ain't it a bit rude, interrupting her well-deserved walk?" You spoke out of nowhere, making the culprit look up from his current position "Who are you!?" He shouted, quite terrified seeing a new sight other than their local hero.

"That's what they always say" You jump from a small building then you started to walk over to him "Never, 'oh! How are you amazing spider-woman?' you know what I mean? No?" You taunted.

"Stay where you are! Or else this bitch dies" he gruffly grabbed the woman's arm as he pointed the knife at her neck.

You gasp "Calling a woman 'bitch'? How would your mother feel if he saw you right now? Pushing you out of her vajayjay must've been a huge disappointment" You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Oh well! There's nothing we could do about that" You shrugged. You swiftly shoot your web at the girl, successfully pulling her to you as she yelps at the process.

The culprit backed away dropping his knife and sprinting for his dear like "Hey! Where are your manners!" You shouted.

You were about to go after him but then a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him catching him off guard, before he knew it he was already stuck on a wall, webs all over his body.

You saw Spiderman right there in front of you, he was talking to the culprit about something then his sight averted to you.

"Saw your little stunt, who are you?" He asked as he inch his way towards you "Ha? no no English." You tried to salvage this situation with your god-awful accent only to receive a laugh "No need to hide, heard you talking about pushing someone out of there-- you know how it goes" he winced.

The lady from earlier had already left after thanking you, so it was just the both of you plus the culprit who was on the wall "Who are you?" He asked again "tangina, papatayin ako ni Gwen nito" (fuck, Gwen is gonna kill me) you muttered. It didn't bother you much but Gwen, Oh dear.

Peter didn't understand a thing you just said, the only thing he caught was the name 'Gwen' "Whose Gwen?" He asked

"No one! It's nice doing business with you Mr. Daddy long legs!" Before you got time to swing your ass to Gwen he said something and you froze.

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The deafening silence made Peter uncomfortable a bit. In your verse Peter wasn't the Spiderman, instead, he had lived a pretty normal nerdy life and was your best friend who was obsessed with the star wars lore and Legos.

This Peter was much older than you, you can tell. Peter took off his mask and it completely left your mouth hanging open. Instead of luscious dark brown curly hair, he was blonde, and as you guess he was much much older than you.

"Is this what old age does to you!? Turn you blonde?!" You gestured your hands around him in exaggeration "Time has not been good to you, babes" Peter was offended for all he knows, he was perfect.

"She can talk.." he muttered. "No this isn't fair" he shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I don't know your name and your Identity" he sighs, looking at you expectedly "Oh! Right. Wait a minute, barbie"

"I'm pretty gorgeous so be warned" It feels like you were revealing yourself in a Roblox group chat with a bunch of kids that you and your Peter tried to prank. you pushed the nanotechnology spider logo on your suit and there reveals your face.

"Im--"

"Y/n!"

You didn't expect this...Peter, not your Peter, engulfed you in a tight hug, making you stumble back "O-okay.." you awkwardly said not knowing where to put your hands.

For what felt like minutes he started to sob "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his breath was ragged if mistaken he'd have a panic attack "Dude, hey...what happened?" You finally asked.

Peter pulled away from you, as he wiped off his tears "I thought you...d-died" he had a hard time looking at you, guilt pooled in his eyes "whaaatt?" You dragged your word, still not processing his statement.

He chuckled softly but the pain is evidently still there "You're mistaken, Peter. I'm not from here, I just happen to stumble here"

"What?" He asked finally discarding his previous feeling "I was pulled by something close to a black hole, which terrified the hell out of me by the way" Peter paced around, still not meeting your gaze, afraid that if he did, he might cry again.

"Kingpin.." he muttered, he was thinking for a while then he finally looked up at you "Wait, how come you're here early? He didn't activate the machine yet" his voice was painted with confusion and a tinge bit of solemnity.

"Beats me, but that is a horrible name" You made a face of disgust while Peter smiled fondly, seemingly remembering something that includes you "You're still the same y/n, well except for the part where you spoke in a different language" that made you smile, although you have no idea what you're getting yourself into or who this exact copy of you is.

"Wanna grab a coffee or something?" You asked, as you ready yourself to swing "at this hour? Sure, why not" he put on his mask and with a last nod he took off swinging, you following behind him.

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"You married Mj?!" You gaped at him, shaking his head as he took a bite of his burger "Yeah I did, she helped me a lot since... you know" he looked down at the city, he was trying to say something but he was having a hard getting it out; finally he let out a long sigh then he looked at you. "Y-you were too young when you died, Y/n. I couldn't forgive myself"

"Hey, it's not your fault. Even if it's not me I know she won't blame you either." You rub comfort on his back, you don't know a single thing about comforting.

Peter's usual demeanor came back after a few words of horrible comforting and encouragement, and you think he finally has the closure he deserves.

You told him everything about the verse you live in, from the Avengers to your Peter and your father.

"Wait, so this Captain America guy, is always on your 'ass' because you're being too unnecessarily loud?" He questioned "Yes! Good thing I can curse in my own language so he's got nothing on my ass... although he found out one day, didn't hear the end of it. My dad was a snitch" you muttered the last part.

Peter laughed "Your suit is awesome by the way," He asked "I made it!" You smugly said. Peter let out a huff in amusement. "You? You made it?" He said as if he didn't believe your statement but he knew full well that you were capable of making something like that.

You scoffed "Of course I did, I mean how couldn't I?" Peter rolled his eyes at you, he then averted his gaze back to the city. Hanging out with Peter made you miss your Peter more; Sure they were different in so many ways but they somehow share the same traits.

"I've got to go Peter" You sat up from your position, as Peter did the same following your action "See you around?" He asked, "Of course!" You outstretched your hand for a fistbump and he gladly reciprocated.

You both went your separate ways, as you continued to swing back to your dorm. The whole way there you were thinking about how you're gonna tell Gwen this but that didn't really register when you arrived back at your dorm.

Will you're not inside your dorm, more like outside banging the hell out of the window "Gwen! Open this window right now!" You shouted but not too loud, careful to not wake up your dorm neighbor "Hoy Gwen! Anak nang- open this right now Gwen!" (Hey Gwen! Son of a-- open this right now Gwen) You groaned.

Gwen wasn't asleep, you can clearly see the light from your shared bedroom. To no avail, you just decided to give up "tangina, mandaan moto Gwen!" (son of a bitch, mark this day Gwen!) You spoke lastly as you tried to find a window that can access the hall, you just hoped the security guard was asleep.

You found one "Take that Gwen!" You muttered. You already took off your mask and covered your suit with a jacket. You gently closed the window as carefully as you could to not cause some attention. You smiled to yourself "'Another night another slay and I served--" and you spoke too soon.

You felt someone crash into you but you didn't fall it just surprised you, but the person who bummed you did. Miles groaned as he tried to focus his vision, he swore a huge guy must've bummed into him but then he looked up.

"Oh"

"Are you okay, wait-- are you sneaking out?" You asked as you help him up "N-no" he stuttered. He regained his balance then he finally got a good look at you.

Your hair was disheveled and you got a bag forming under your eye but you still look good, at least that's what you think about yourself.

You hummed looking at him suspiciously "Right..." He looked anywhere, avoiding your observant eyes "I-- uh, I was trying to--" he rubbed his neck with his dominant hand while his other hand was gesturing around.

You laughed "Dude relax, I'm not gonna snitch on you-- unless you're trying to snitch on me" You feigned seriousness "No! I-I swear I will not!" He replied almost immediately.

"I'm just playing with you, but if you don't want to get caught, don't go this hall if you're trying to sneak out"

"Then why are you here?"

You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue "I- you-" Miles knitted his brow together, awaiting your reply. You let out a sigh.

"you know what? I think I'm gonna snitch on you" You narrowed your eyes at him. Miles laughed, his previous nervous demeanor decapitated and instead, he tried to cover it up with faux confidence.

"you can't do that now, can you? I'm Miles Morales." he smiled. He had that kind smile that can make you melt.

"You're new, right? I-- I'm actually new too" You noticed he was growing nervous. You nodded "I guess...I saw what your dad did earlier" you smirked, as he groaned in embarrassment.

"Please don't make me remember that," he said with an exaggerated sigh. The scene between Miles and his Dad brought a frown across your face, it awfully reminded you of your dad.

"Oh, I doubt that. That's gonna stick with you as long as I'm near" You started to walk as he followed after you.

"I never caught your name--"

"Probably because, I didn't throw it, Morales" you blatantly said. Miles rolled his eyes a growing smile made its way to his lips.

"I didn't mean it like that, and just call me by my first name, it's weird" You chuckled "Sure, Morales" Miles threw his head back laughing.

The pair of you blindly walked through the hall, forgetting about the curfew entirely "Aren't you going to sneak out?" You asked Miles.

Miles chuckled nervously "I was gonna, but I'm just too tired, you know?" Miles wanted to sneak out and talk to his uncle but he didn't want to miss this opportunity into making friends.

"Am I really that good to hang out with for you to miss your daily sneak-out sesh?" You smirked as you leaned in closer to him. Miles was tense he couldn't say a word, your breath was fanning onto him and he can basically smell your perfume.

Suddenly a whistle echoed at the end of the hall making both of you turn your head to the source "Isn't it a bit too early to shag your classmate!" The guard shouted. "you'll both face deep consequences about this!"

"Run." You whispered into his ears, and Miles swore he could feel goosebumps. Before he even got time to process his dilemma, you grabbed his arms without warning, and god you were strong.

"Isn't it a bit too early to listen to the exclusive spider man Christmas song?!" You shouted with a laugh. Miles who heard your statement snorted and let out a bark of laughter.

"I didn't know you had such great taste in music!" Miles counter back and laughed. He peeked from his shoulder to see the guard who was running after the both of you; the way the guard ran made Miles laugh even harder his stomach hurting.

You looked back seeing the same thing and just like Miles it had you crackling. To say the guard wasn't flustered was an understatement, that enough made him determined to catch you both. Both of your laughter was so loud some of the students came out of their dorms and that alone distracted the guard from chasing after the both of you.

It took you a while to find a safe place to finally get peace. Mile was out of breath, he was panting like a dog; with laughter mixed with a full lap run, who wouldn't?

"you look dehydrated," you said out of amusement.

"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious" he remarked between ragged breath.

You sat down, him sitting down next to you, he was still out of breath "Why are you so unaffected-- I mean like, you basically ran through the whole school" You side glance at him "Mama mo blue." (Your mom is blue) that was so out of pocket even for Miles. Honestly, you didn't feel like talking, you loved Mile's company but you were just too tired, everything was just so overwhelming.

"No she's not, bet yours is" That made you chuckle, Miles understanding parts of your Filipino jokes brought you smiling wider.

"My mom is dead." You laughed seeing Mile's color drained from his face "I'm so sorry--" he was genuinely trying to apologize but he burst out laughing making you laugh harder.

"I'm serious though-- I'm sorry" his laughter subsided, replacing it with a sympathetic look "No need, Miles. It was a long time ago" You smiled reassuringly at him.

Miles grinned, looking mischievously at you "What?" You asked "You called me by my first name" he wiggled his brows "Oh fuck off, dude" You punched his shoulder gently but he still made a sound.

You felt your phone buzz, averting your attention to your phone. Miles watched your smile turn into an annoyed frown as you saw the text on your phone.

"where are you?" you mocked in a high-toned voice. Miles let out a huff of amusement watching you "Now she's worried when she was the one who locked me out!" You complained.

"Roommate?" Miles asked feeling quite the same as you. You hummed.

"my roommate is always on his computer 24/7 sometimes I can hardly sleep at all," he said still looking your way. "Will, let's just say my roommate likes to play pranks with me" you muttered.

"Didn't it cross your mind that maybe she does that because...you always start it"

You scoffed "Strong accusation, but fair point-- and I need to go, she's spamming me" You stand up from your position as Miles frowned.

"You still didn't tell me your name," he said while standing up. You narrowed your eyes, surely you won't tell him your name but you thought of a cool nickname to piss Gwen off.

"Gwendolyn Garcia" you held back a laugh, pursing your lips to conceal it. "Will see you around, Gwendolyn" he enthusiastically said.

"Copy that" Hearing that made Miles groaned loudly and you throw your head back laughing. You both went your separate ways with the previous event still in mind. Miles for sure will cherish the night. You in the other hand still can't sleep.

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#miles morales x you #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #fanfic #spiderman #mcu #captain america #tony stark #stark!reader #stark!daughter #peter parker #gwen stacy #ned leeds #spider man: across the spider verse

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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Flirty bully coming your way

Summary: Midtown organizes a school trip at Stark Industries' where the one and only Y/N Stark decides to teach a lesson to Peter's bully.

Warnings: none really, just a tiny bit of language

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"May, I'm going! See you later!" Peter yelled from the kitchen, quickly grabbing a toast and running towards the door.

"Pete, school isn't for another hour!" May answered, poking her head out of her bedroom door.

"I know, but we have the school trip today and I don't want to be late." He explained, impatiently biting on his toast as he held the door open, ready to run.

May walked into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, looking at her nephew in amusement.

"Alright honey. Be careful, have fun and tell Y/N I say hi!" She smiled at how excited his nephew was in spite of his regular presence in the tower.

"Will do!" The boy smiled to himself at the only mention of your name.

Another reason, and also the main one, to be excited for this trip was the fact that he'd get to spend a whole day with you. Let's just say that between school, patrolling and choosing to keep your relationship a secret from your father, it was getting harder and rarer for the two of you to have some proper time to yourself.

He knew that the whole school was going to take part in this trip, but that wouldn't stop him from finding you the moment he'd get to his destination.

The moment Peter set foot in the school bus, he recognized the friendly faces of his two best friends.

"Hey!" He smiled walking towards them.

"You excited?" Ned asked, already aware of the answer. Peter nodded energetically as he sat beside his best friend, not able to play it cool the way he had planned.

"Hey Peter," A voice called from behind them. It was of a girl that Peter had seen once or twice around the school and who had taken a seat right next to MJ. "is it true that you have an internship at Stark's?"

"Yeah" Peter smiled shyly, not wanting to drag the attention to himself. "No big deal".

"Have you ever met Iron Man?" The girl asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.

"Well-" The boy begun to answer but was rudely interrupted by the well-known school bully.

"Obviously not. Do y'all seriously believe all the crap that Penis Parker makes up?" Flash laughed loudly, causing his group to giggle along.

"Just ignore him." MJ whispered as Peter's fists clenched. He decided that it was best if he just turned around.

"For your information, Peter has met Mr. Stark countless times!" Ned stood up to defend his friend, completely blowing off Peter's attempt to keep a low profile.

"Oh really? And do tell us, Parker," Flash continued, not willing to let go the matter. "Did you also have the honor to bring coffee to all the Avengers? Or are you exclusively the dog of Mr. Jerk?"

A whole lot of giggles erupted from the back of the bus, Flash' being the loudest. As the boy teased, he started getting closer and closer to Peter's seat, not risking to miss the expression on his face.

The spider-boy's fist started to clench and his whole body stiffened. "Mr. Stark is a perfectly respectable man." He mumbled.

He remembered quite well the time he found himself saving his bully's life, and he hated that he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He was a hero, after all. The only thing that helped him to keep his calm, together with Ned and MJ's words, was the memory of all the words of adulation Flash used to wash Peter's alter-ego with every day.

"Perhaps you even got to shag that hottie of y/n Stark?" He laughed even harder. "I know I would get her in no time." As the last word left his mouth, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He was used to getting insulted over and over again, but when it came to you he couldn't let it happen.

The chestnut haired boy got up quickly, turning to face his bully who was rather close to his seat.

"How dare you-" As words found their way out of his lips trough gritted teeth, MJ pulled his sleeve signaling that he should let it go.

"Oh, what happened? Penis Parker's crush is out of his league? Well, I'm not surprised. If she's breathing, she's already out of your league." And with that said, almost everyone was laughing.

Luckily enough the driver's voice interrupted their conversation.

"Take your seats in silence, this isn't an amusement park." He scolded grumpily.

"Heard that, Eugene?" MJ mockingly raised her eyebrows as the boy huffed, walking back to his seat.

Peter's eyes were still seeking revenge for all the years of bullying that had piled up, not being able to forget a single insult Flash had ever said to him. But this. Insulting Mr. Stark, insulting you- it was too much.

Ned slowly pulled him down to sit again. MJ's voice got close to Peter's ear, so that she wouldn't be heard by the girl sitting next to her. "You know how much I'd enjoy watching you completely disintegrate that guy but even so, it'd be useless. You'd just get in trouble. You won't prove your point because no matter what, you still can't tell him about..." She paused. "You know."

Peter nodded, breathing slowly to calm himself down and decided to patiently wait until they'd get to their destination. He knew his friend was right, so he put in his earphones to help himself ignore his bully.

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The moment the class walked into the tower, following the far too enthusiastic teacher, the head of Mr. Stark's personal security team was ready to examine their backpacks and bags.

When Peter's turn came, he handed the man his backpack that only contained a sandwich for the day and a few other harmless items. Although, the man didn't take ahold of his bag, instead he looked at the boy and gestured him to pass.

"Don't worry Peter, I know you're clean." The man almost smiled.

"Thanks, Happy." Peter smiled, slightly embarrassed at the thought of the whole school watching. Some of the students who were closer and had witnessed the scene gave Peter a confused look to why Mr Stark's head of security would know someone like Peter Parker.

"Internship." Was all the boy said shrugging slightly, although it came out more as a question than as an explanation.

"Alright, let's move towards the elevator everyone! Mrs Potts herself will say a few words in the theatre in a few minutes!" The teacher announced excitedly, freeing Peter from all the stares.

Everyone made their way to the elevator, getting into the room-sized platform.

"Now, the theatre is floor 25. Or -19. Or maybe it's 44. Oh God, so many buttons!" The man quietly freaked out to himself while the rest of the class chatted about how unreal the experience felt.

"It's on floor 3, Mr Wilson." Peter spoke up. Mr Wilson looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, as if to say 'and how would you know that?'

"Mr. Stark always gathers his interns in the auditorium when he needs to announce something." Peter explained shyly. It was a lie, but no one needed to know that. The teacher sent him a grateful nod, then pressed the button that would lead them to the huge room.

As everyone took a seat, a woman appeared in the middle of the large stage. Starstruck eyes were all Pepper could see from her position, explaining the rules of what can and cannot be touched during the upcoming tour.

"Now, to make sure your experience here gets as pleasant as possible you'll be divided in groups for the tour, each one of which will be guided by a different referee. We'll alternate three groups at the time in each room. As I call your name please step on stage." Pepper started reading from her binder some names, causing several people to climb the stage.

Once everyone was settled into their group, - Peter ending up with both his friends and Flash - Pepper casually added "Alright, now your tutors for the day. For group number one, two and three we have Mr Clinton Barton, Dr Bruce Banner and myself. The following three groups will be following Miss Wanda Maximoff, Mr Stark and Mr Sam Willson. And last but not least, the remaining groups will be guided by Mr Steve Rogers, Miss Natasha Romanoff and Miss y/n Stark."

The moment these words left her mouth, cheers and screams erupted from each group. Not long after, Steve entered the stage followed by the others. The moment girls saw him in his suit, they were all about to rip their hair off, screaming and jumping.

You were sipping your coffee, ready to head on stage once you'd have finished.

After properly introducing himself - not that it was needed - Cap spoke up. "Alright, shall we get star-" But a loud noise cut him off, causing everyone's heads to shoot up toward the now open ceiling.

Iron Man's suit descended slowly from above them, causing Pepper to pinch the bridge of her nose and shake her head in frustration. After placing itself on the ground, the red and golden armor shot open revealing a formally dressed Tony Stark. "Starting without me, are you Cap?"

"You're late." Steve replied in a straight face.

"Forgive me for wanting to make an impression. Grand entrance, ever heard of it?" Tony's voice dripped with sarcasm as he adjusted his tie.

"What a showoff." You exclaimed as you too walked on stage, earning glances and causing loud whispers to rise.

"Alright everybody!" Pepper tried to reinstate order before the situation could worsen. "Let's get started. Stick with your group and your Avenger and...have fun!" She smiled in frustration, sending the groups off to the tour.

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"Hey Cap!" You smiled batting your eyelashes at him the way you always used to do when you needed something. "Looking good today!"

"What do you want y/n?" He playfully rolled his eyes as he waited for the group to tag along.

"You see...I couldn't help but notice that...well, Peter's in your group. I was wandering if maybe we could-"

"Switch?" He completed your question. "Not in a hundred years of life."

"I only have eight more to go then, so you'll be 101." You chuckled, causing him to join in.

"You know what? Alright. But my eyes will be on you two the whole time. And if I see something I don't like, I'm telling Tony."

"Roger that." You smiled excitedly right before hugging him. "Thank you!"

"Now let's go." He giggled as our groups finally came along. You immediately spotted Peter and you sent a quick wink his way after eyeing up and down. You then started leading everyone out.

"Did y/n Stark just wink at you?" Ned asked in disbelief.

"Why are you surprised? I've been talking about her for the past six months, dude." Peter remarked in disbelief.

"I know, I know! It's just- it's real!"

"Wow. Thanks for the trust, man." Peter playfully shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't take this the wrong way but...it's just- she looks so out of you league when you're not in your suit."

"I know." Peter smiled goofily. "She's perfect isn't she?"

"Yeah." Ned nodded, still not able to take his eyes off you. Somehow, you were even more beautiful in real life.

"Man! That's my girl you're drooling over!" Peter whispered then chuckled lightly.

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"And this is where the weapons used to be assembled." You said as you set foot into another room of what used to be a death factory. "Feel free to look around for as much as you'd like. Just- don't touch anything, we really would rather if you didn't blow up." You commented sarcastically, causing Cap to speak up.

He chuckled nervously before sending you a death glare that only made you laugh harder. "She's joking, no one is going to explode…hopefully."

"Anyways, if you have any questions we'll be here." You smile as you watched everyone explore a different part of the room.

"Hey, why don't you let me show you how to actually get a girl?" Flash cockily asked as a smirk played on his face the moment his eyes fell on you.

"Flash, don't." Peter threatened.

"Or what? You'll hurt me?" He challenged in a mocking tone.

"No. But she will."

"Oh please, she's a chick. Watch and learn."

Buzz! Buzz!

Your phone had just gotten a text. You took it out of your pocket and saw it was from Peter.

Pete💘

Flirty bully coming your way...

You

I got this ;)

"I have a question!" An approaching voice caused your head to snap up.

"Yes?" You ask politely as you put your phone away.

That boy must've been Flash, the guy Peter told you about a couple of times. He's a real jerk and Peter's too clever to screw with his strength and powers for someone like that. He knew that if he wanted he could take him out with a touch but Peter grew kind, selfless - and hotter - everyday more, which made you constantly fall more for him, even though you didn't think it was possible.

"Did it hurt when you fell from the sky, angel?" He overconfidently approached you, ready to kiss your hand.

"I can ask my daddy to take you for a fly with his suit and drop you so you feel for it yourself." You snapped with a misleading kind smile before starting to walk by him, leaving an unsatisfied Flash frozen in his tracks.

Before moving onto the next phase of your plan, you leaned to his ear and teasingly whispered "Besides, I've met cuter guys."

You knew that that was a straight up insult to his honor and his ego, and you knew exactly what your next step would be.

"Like who?" He asked, crossing his arms to his chest and raising an eyebrow.

"I dont know, Steve?" You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - which it was.

"Thanks, kid!" Cap shouted from across the room, making you giggle lightly. Your move and his response to it confirmed that he, in fact, had his eyes - and ears - on you.

"Don't you need someone more...your age?" He asked flirty, obviously meaning himself.

"Maybe you're right." You smiled mischievously. "There'd be Spiderman..." The moment his alter ego was mentioned, you couldn't help but see Peter's head shoot up in your direction.

"Oh please!" He scoffs. "He's just an arrogant jerk."

At that comment you had to hold yourself back from punching him right in the face - which would have made Nat and Tony proud, for sure.

"You, on the other hand..." You mumbled as your eyebrows shot up. He obviously didn't even get close to get the sarcasm dripping from your words and just winked.

"Well," I continued "when he saved you from that mugging attempt and you kept rambling on about how much of a fan your are, it seemed quite the opposite." You cockily comment while sarcastically inspecting your nails.

"And he's a liar, too." He snapped after a couple of seconds, not being able to think of a comeback fast enough to avoid seeming pathetic.

You sighed, trying to hide the amusement given by the situation. "You're right, he can be a bit or a git sometimes. Plus, he's too cocky and definitely too stubborn." You falsely described the superhero, trying to send any suspect away from Peter. "He's just not my type."

Especially since you knew exactly what your next move would be.

"And what is your type, then?" He asked after gulping loudly, trying to keep his confident attitude up.

"My boyfriend." You spoke, although your words didn't seem to intimidate Flash at all. "He has been working here for just a few months but my father loves him! He is sweet, kind, fun, cute, but I still think he's way out of my league." You chuckled lightly.

"C'mon, I doubt there's someone in this universe who's out of your league." He flirted again. "If you show me a closet or something, I can make you forget about him in no time." He was the one now whispering in your ear. As opposed to the effect that you had on him, though, his flirtatious words did nothing to you.

"I'd never want to forget about him. But thanks...Eugene." You simply replied before turning around, ready to walk away.

"How do you-"

"I'm y/n Stark. I see everything. I know everything." You cockily cut him off, then you swung your hips as you walked towards an amused Cap, who was attentively watching the scene, and a smirking Nat, who held out her fist for you to bump yours against.

"And now?" She asked.

"Now it's time for phase two." You grinned, proud of how everything had gone according to plan and confident in the way you were avenging your boyfriend.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that." Cap admitted. "Closer than three feet and I'm telling your father."

"You better start heading your way, then." You smiled mischievously, causing Cap to sigh and Net to giggle.

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"Didn't go so well, did it?" Flash' friends teased him as his ears had gone red out of embarrassment and anger.

"Told you." Peter muttered as he couldn't help but laugh along.

"Excuse me?" Flash turned around to face the boy, ready - as always - to let his anger out on Peter.

"I told you that you couldn't get her." Peter spoke up as a proud grin found its way on your face.

"And you could, nerd?" He asked as everyone started to laugh along again.

The loud laughs and Peter's clenched fists were your cue: time for phase two. You walked straight up to the group, not having to pretend as a lovestruck smile found its way on your lips.

"Flash!" You called sweetly causing him to turn around, a little taken aback from the sudden change in your mood.

"Realized your mistake, doll?" He teased.

"You never told me you knew Peter!" You exclaimed, completely ignoring his question.

"P-parker?" Flash' tone was filled with anger, embarrassment, jealousy and shock.

"Hey, y-y/n. H-how are you?" Peter stuttered, a little embarrassed by all the attention being on the two of you. His smile caused a blush to take over your cheeks.

"Hey, babe. Is that the Star Wars shirt I gifted you? It looks so good on you!" You cheered confidently as your arms found their way behind the boy's neck.

"Thank-" Before he could get out another syllable he was cut off by your lips on his and, although he was taken aback by the action, it didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss. You brushed your fingers through his chestnut curls, signaling to him that it was alright to pull you closer by the waist.

You could have sworn you heard Flash's jaw hit the floor, or everyone's jaw for that matter.

The kiss quickly came to an end when your father's shouting voice echoed through the room nearby.

"They WHAT?"

Damn you, Cap! You thought.

You chuckled and rested your forehead on Peter's for a second as you sarcastically whispered to him "Glad he caught up after only six months."

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