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archivomeow · 9 months

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Secret Santa

TW: knife (lmk if anything else should be added)

relationships: Yelena Belova & Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff & Yelena Belova, Maria Hill & Wanda Maximoff

additional tags: fluff, christmas fluff, domestic fluff, post-red room, christmas presents & shopping.

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Yelena could say all she wanted how lame Christmas was, but that was a lie. She couldn’t wait for it all, for the presents, the food and the time she will get to spend with Natasha. It was a week till’ Christmas now, they decorated the tree - it was all going well. Until Natasha came up with another idea, so called “Secret Santa”.

This year the group was smaller, most went to their families or had other activities, leaving Natasha, Yelena, Wanda and Maria all to themselves.

“Okay, so…” Natasha started speaking, she sat on the floor in her red and black pyjama. “You have to draw a card, with a name. That’s who you’re buying the gift to and vice versa.” She explained, as Yelena was unfamiliar with the tradition.

“I go first!” Wanda jumped in her seat as her hand went into the small box, she drew a card and looked at it for a moment before speaking.

“Natasha! I have you, so I guess you have me…” Wanda was more uncertain now, she knew it would be tough if she drew Natasha’s name, as Yelena was unfamiliar with her or Maria, so the gift buying is harder.

Yelena just glanced at Natasha, unsure to what she is supposed to do now.

“I-I have you then?” Yelena turned to Maria.

“Yes…Don’t worry, it’s most important to have fun, I’m sure you’ll do your best.” Maria smiled lightly as she glanced at Natasha.

“Okay, so two days for gift hunt and I will get us matching hats!” Wanda clapped her hands as she tried to keep the atmosphere far from uncomfortable.

***

Yelena browsed in different shops in the area, she felt uneasy alone, but at the same time didn’t want Nat to intervene in her shopping, as she was literally dating Maria.

She walked into millions of clothing stores, food stores and ones that are a mix of everything. Until she found a place she actually enjoyed being in — a store full of weapons.

It felt close to what she knew — knifes, guns and even bows. She was familiar with most of the weapons, but her attention was caught by one specific object, a small knife, it handle was made specifically to be more comfortable, also it had a small heart carved in it.

Yelena’s eyes scanned it for a moment before she was rudely welcomed by the store employee.

“Hey there…” A middle aged man approached her, stood way too close with his hands on his hips. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

A small grin creeped up onto his face, Yelena scoffed. Entitled men was everything she had to deal with her whole life, not anymore.

“I don’t need help.” She mumbled, making her russian accent even more thick.

“Oh, come on! You like the knife? I can show you how to use it.” The stupid smirk did not leave his face for a second, Yelena just grabbed the knife and headed to buy it, losing the guy in the crowd.

She left the store happy, she finally had her gift, but it didn’t feel like enough. She felt as if Maria deserved better, she should buy more.

So she did. Yelena entered one of the clothing stores as she looked though the shirts, she didn’t quite know what Maria style was, so she just looked for something simple.

Her eyes got stuck on a plain shirt, with four letters on it — BAMF. What the hell is BAMF?

“Excuse me…” Yelena approached a short lady, a worker in the store, she looked harmless and kind, so Yelena picked her. “What does this mean?” Yelena pointed at the shirt she took.

“BAMF?” The woman smiled, she didn’t laugh or scold Yelena, she smiled as she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Bad Ass Mother Fucker.” The woman’s face turned slightly red as she spoke the vulgar words quietly.

“Thank you.” Yelena nodded and glanced at the sticker on the woman’s shirt. “Thank you, Olivia.”

***

It was the day of gift giving, Yelena was nervous, she barely slept and only coffee helped. So many scenarios crossed her mind — What if Maria hates her gift? What if it’s a terrible gift? What if they pull a prank on her and what if her box is empty?

But she had to shove all that aside and packed her gift, the four were seated in the living room, all in matching Santa’s hats, which Wanda had bought them.

“Alright, who opens their gift first?” Wanda glanced around, waiting for either Maria or Natasha to take the wheel and decide.

“How about us?” Natasha smiled and

glanced at Yelena, her and Wanda exchanged their boxes.

Natasha was eager to prove Yelena it was fine, the presents weren’t perfect and the boxes weren’t empty.

Both of the redheads opened their boxes as excitement grew on their faces. Natasha got a new leather jacket and a photo in a frame — a picture of her and Maria on their first date.

Wanda on the other hand was given socks, red ones with white stripes on them, like a candy cane. To that was a book, which Yelena was unfamiliar with, but the cover was colourful.

The two hugged, which made Yelena scream internally… Did she have to hug Maria too?

She just glanced at her box, now her gift doesn’t seem enough. She didn’t think twice about what she bought, maybe she should’ve asked Natasha for help after all.

“Yelena?” Natasha’s voice was warm and gentle as she encountered her sister to hand over the box to Maria. “Now it’s your turn.”

Yelena glanced at Maria, but she didn’t hand her the box, she instead got up with it and left the room.

How could she think that gift was good for even a second? It was embarrassing.

The three were left in silence for a moment, uncertain as to what they were supposed to do now. Natasha was planning on going, but as she got up, Maria stopped her.

“I got it, you guys can…make some popcorn?” Maria was improvising, but she felt bad for Yelena, like it was her fault that the girl got scared off.

“Masha—“ Natasha started, but seeing the look in Maria’s eyes she just nodded and went in silence to the kitchen with Wanda.

***

Yelena was alone, in her room. It was pretty small, she kept almost everything packed in boxes, she never unpacked in case Natasha got her own flat. In case she wanted to take her too. Besides the Tower never felt like home, she sat all day long in her room, didn’t know anyone that well, except her sister.

A gentle knock on her door made her jump as she slid the gift under her bed.

“Yelena? It’s me, Maria…” The door was still closed, Maria didn’t want to invade Yelena’s privacy, she had a choice to let her in or not.

“What do you want?” Yelena’s voice was low and cold, but it was all a facade, a facade Maria knew too well, she have seen it before, in Natasha.

“To talk, that’s all… You don’t have to let me in if you don’t want to, we can just talk though the door.”

The door opened soon after, Yelena looked up at Maria who was slightly taller. Maria gave her a reassuring smile as she walked in and the door was shut after her.

“What’s wrong?” Maria glanced at Yelena before sitting on the bed. “Why did you run?”

“Why do you care?” The blonde scoffed, almost mockingly.

“Yelena…You can talk to us, to me. I just want you to know that.” Maria sighed. “Natasha trusts me, you trust her, right?”

Yelena sat on the bed next to Maria as she breathed out loudly.

“I can’t give you my gift. It simply…sucks.”

“It…sucks?” Maria frowned.

“Yeah…I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, come on, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Yelena sighed, Maria had a determined look on her face, so she gave up, too tired to banter with her. The blinde pulled out the box from under the bed and handed it to Maria.

Maria looked at the box curiously and opened it slowly, as she took out a small black box - there was a small knife in there, that fits right into Maria’s fist.

“See? I told you.”

“What? The knife? It’s a great gift, very…”

“Practical.” Yelena finished her sentence.

“Yes, practical.”

Maria nodded with a smile as she took a notice of a folded material in the box. It was a folded shirt, with four letters on it, four letters she did not understand.

“What’s BAMF?” Maria glanced at Yelena.

“The lady in the store said it means Bad Ass Mother Fucker.” Yelena said with zero expression, even though she was giggling on the inside.

“I- You think I’m Badass?” Maria raised her brows as she looked amused at the blonde.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re the right hand of SHIELD.” Yelena smiled lightly.

Maria placed the shirt back into the box, she didn’t intend to make Yelena uncomfortable so she kept her distance. She remembered well how jumpy and anti-touching Natasha was.

“So, are you ready to open up my gift?”

Yelena glanced at Maria nervously as the woman handed her the box, smiling encouragingly.

Yelena took a deep breath in as she opened her box, inside was a green vest, similar to the one she owned and gave to Natasha.

The vest she was looking at had more black details in it, the green color was very much toned. Yelena couldn’t hold back her smile as she looked at the vest.

“I gotta say, Natasha helped me out a bit, she talked a lot about how the vest was the first thing you got yourself, but you were willing to give that up to her.” Maria smiles lightly at the memory. “So, you like it?”

Yelena nodded with a smile on her face, she tried to tone her emotions, but it was like a wave of excitement washing over her. She moved closer to Maria and wrapped her arms around the woman. Maria was slightly shocked at the sudden touch, but she hugged the blonde back.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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brightnote · 8 months

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Please read A Shot in the Dark before you “watch” (read) this post credits scene, cause there’s a big spoiler at the end.

A short time after the events Maria and Tony survived Maria and Natasha visited their former SHIELD associate Melinda May. It wasn’t a formal or business gathering, instead it was just the three women sitting on May’s living room floor around her coffee table with beer and snacks just chatting for awhile. Nothing like the old days when they were running around the world together battling the bad guys and saving people. As Maria recounted the story of the events she just survived to Nat and May she actually felt real relief, just getting what happened out to two people she trusted made such a difference.

As Maria finalized the story, even adding in Tony’s painkiller inspired gift, Nat and May were just had no words for all of it. It’s not like they were particularly chatty people but it was so much for Maria to keep to herself she had to tell them, she was glad she did.

“And then I got home and took a ten year shower and cried in the corner of my shower until I was so numb I could fall asleep.” Maria finalized the events and taking a sip of beer and sighing.

“Just like the old days.” May smirked.

“An isolated shower corner cry is surprisingly satisfying.” Natasha added in.

“There’s nothing like it.”

“Except therapy.” May replied in a classic monotoned retort

Maria sighed and then looked at May.

“But…that’s why I can’t return your shoes…” Maria sighed, admitting to May, the gold and black shoes she borrowed were gone for good.

“I have one pair of non flat shoes that I like. One pair…” May groaned.

“Had.” Natasha corrected.

“I know. But considering what they stepped in I don’t think you really want them back anyway…” Maria grimaced.

“You didn’t find the little dagger hiding in the heel?” May asked seriously.

“You are not serious.” Maria looked at her wide eyed.

“Why do you think I like them?” May asked not giving to her joke. “Okay, I’m not but that is what I expect you to replace them with because of your Stark tech connections.” May sort of joked, as she thought she was on to something here.

“Dagger heels, got it. Very practical.” Maria remarked

“Would have been pretty practical for you just a few days ago..” May smirked and Maria shook her head at her. “Or gun heels, I would be fine with gun heels.” May added and Natasha seconded.

“You’re corporate now, make stuff happen.” Natasha joked looking at Maria like why hadn’t she made these yet.

“Why is the grossest part of this whole story that you had to use a dirty hand towel from that creepy doctor’s bathroom?” May went back to the story for a minute, thinking about it giving a shiver.

“Because it is.” Natasha added in

“Please don’t make me think about it or I will just live in my shower until I die.”

“What do you think was on it.” May laughed, teasing, despite the trauma.

“May!” Maria exclaimed not wanting to ever think about that again.

“Probably wasn’t worse than what Maria put on it..” Natasha grimaced “probably…”

“But.. when I looked under bathroom sink I found a whole thing of unopened like hand wipes or something and I almost had a full on meltdown.” Maria admitted.

“You always look under the sink first.” Natasha threw out like it was obvious.

“Yeah, amateur.” May quipped with a smirk.

“Yeah, what was I thinking?” Maria rolled her eyes, and then she thought about it for a minute. “Well.. if you really want your shoes back they are probably still under the sink with my dress.”

“Ugh.” May groaned at the thought of this one truly magnificent pair of shoes going to waste. May lent them to her most responsible and trustworthy friend, without a second thought in the world, it just figured, but she was glad Maria was okay, she would pick Maria over anything.

“The dress was nice too.” May added in with a sigh. “My shoes did go perfectly with them.”

“Yeah..” Maria sighed along with May, not getting into the dress specifics.

“What dress?” Nat asked and Maria did not make eye contact with her. Natasha’s jaw dropped for a minute when Maria didn’t acknowledge her question and she look right at May.

May not picking up on a single cue from Maria started to describe it.

“It was like black, one shoulder, shimmery gold, it was nice it looked really good.” As May explained it, Nat’s expression really changed, gasping wide eyed a complete ‘you did not’ expression right at Maria who was avoiding the Widow’s stare.

“THIEF!” Natasha yelled at Maria, Nat’s voice cracking in the excitement of her realization.

“Oh my god.” May gasped at Maria. “Do you not own clothes or something?” May asked Maria who was shaking her head.

“You’re ridiculous.” Natasha huffed right at Maria.

“I can’t help it that you have cooler clothes than me!” Maria finally looked at Natasha.

“Shop somewhere other than Ann Taylor then!!” Natasha jokingly yelled and May laughed.

“I shouldn’t have to shop! My clothes should just appear before me so I don’t have to think about them or organize them or coordinate and they should just be …cool since I can’t just wear the same thing everyday anymore…” Maria complained

“Is Ann Taylor where you go shopping with your new corporate friends?” May asked Maria with a laugh.

“Friends? Or the women who peer pressure you into wearing stilettos in a place where the floor is so slick one misstep and you take out your whole face. It is actually a safety concern.” Maria groaned.

“All the more reason for shoe guns.” May joked

“Gun heels.” Natasha corrected

“Just be like Mr. Stark—“ May started

“Mr. Stark?” Natasha echoed with a laugh

“Mr. Stark” May continued over Natasha “as I have saved your life I would like you to invent shoe guns, they are very practical, and not at all safety hazard, unlike the situation with women’s shoes in this building now.”

“Gun heels.” Natasha interjected again.

“They would be very helpful for all women forced to wear non flat shoes and who end up in precarious situations. In fact, it would have shortened our ordeal by may hours if those existed. Please use your genius brain to invent them.” May pretended to do a fake imitation of Maria.

“Yeah spot on me.” Maria laughed rolling her eyes shaking her head like it was never going to happen.

“I thought so, but fine alright whatever. Just go to the mall with Becky or Katie or whoever and be miserable eating your mall pretzel and your Ann Taylor wardrobe.” May huffed jokingly.

“Well if they’re are pretzels I’m not going to be that miserable.” Maria smirked

“Not the cinnamon roll?” Natasha asked

“They make a cinnamon pretzel…” Maria looked at Nat

“You sure know a lot about the mall.” Nat threw out there with some side eye to Maria.

“You guys.. you get both.. a regular pretzel and a cinnamon roll and split it halfsies, c’mon. You have to have one savory and one sweet snack. Get in the game.” May clarified the process for them.

“How are you going to walk around the mall with a snack in each hand?” Natasha looked skeptical at May.

“How are you going to hold your drink?” Maria asked jokingly

“Okay… so we are strategizing how to eat snacks at the mall…” May pointed out to them. They all took a brief moment to think about how their brains naturally went to that place no matter what they were talking about.

“We’re so dumb.” May laughed to herself for a minute. Maria nodded and Natasha rolled her eyes with a sigh.

After the minute passed, Maria looked over at Natasha.

“I mean.. was that dress… really was it even yours anymore?” Maria asked about the dress again.

“Oh now you’re circling back, huh, and yes.. it was..” Natasha clarified.

“I think if you leave it at my apartment for a year it becomes mine.”

“Oh really? Do you want to play that game Hill because there’s a jacket that’s been sitting in my closet…” Natasha challenged Maria

“Oh I want that back.”

“Yeah right.” Natasha said over a hushed laugh “And.. that dress was too long for you, it was supposed to go the knee not below. Plus… it looked really good on me…for the 30 minutes that I got to really wear it.”

“Everything looks better on you when you’re seven feet tall.” Natasha shook her head. “Were you even going to tell me?”

“Only if you asked about it.”

“You were more afraid to tell Natasha about her dress than me about my shoes?” May asked squinting at Maria.

“No. Definitely not.” Maria looked at May. “I just thought she forgot about that dress…” Maria started to explain.

“I have been working!” Natasha interjected.

“And I know you were expecting your shoes back.” Maria continued over Natasha’s interruption and explained. May pressed her lips together giving Maria a suspicious look.

“I wasn’t really expecting them back after I heard, but I appreciate you taking the time to explain it.” May affirmed.

“Maybe it was a little bit of a pretext to come hang out.” Maria admitted.

“You don’t need a pretext just come by— I mean, assuming I’m around which I’m usually not…” May sighed.

Things were really different now with fall of SHIELD and things operating on the down low. Maria and May really missed the old days, but it was kind of hard to think about it overall positively knowing what they knew now about the place they had given most of their lives to. Natasha didn’t hang onto any nostalgic institutional preservation like they did, but she did miss some of the old days too, it was just different for her.

“So uh.. did you two… break up… or.. get together? What is the status of this situationship?” May inquired, she wasn’t going to tell anyone and she always knew something was going on with them somewhere, somehow, but it’s not like they were very open people about their relationships or feelings. But they clearly never hesitated to indicate something was going on when they were alone with May, someone they both trusted deeply. Neither Maria or Natasha said anything, they didn’t really have answer for her, they both just shrugged.

“I heard Natasha commandeered a jet out of Prague when she heard what happened…” May added a little more fuel to the conversation to see what she could get.

Maria looked at Natasha with an ‘oh really’ expression and Natasha rolled her eyes and avoided eye contact with Maria.

“She cares deeply for Tony..” Maria looked back at May and smirked. Natasha raised her brows and sighed.

“Yeah, I do.” Nat answered confidently.

“You mean Maria’s boyfriend, Tony Stark?” May joked from Maria’s story about what happened. For some reason this made both Natasha and Maria laugh.

“Do you think I would like Tony?” May asked

“No.” Maria and Nat answered in perfect unison, and then the three them laughed at the idea.

“Traumatic incidents can spur some wild relationships…” May poised “I mean, he’s already giving you chest bursting alien replicas, you are practically married.” May chided

“Please.” Maria grimaced at the suggestion. She was done pretending she was in a straight relationship, even if it was to save lives.

“Oh. It’s not Tony to worry about, it’s actually Steve.” Nat pointed out after taking a drink. Maria gasped and shot a look right at Natasha shaking her head no.

“No…” Maria said with an emphatic but embarrassed tone trying to shut it down before this became the topic of conversation but it made it worse.

“Steve?” May paused as she thought about who Steve was for a minute…“Steve Rogers? Captain America!” And then May laughed like she had not laughed in years. “You have a straight girl crush on Captain America?” May said laughing looking right at Maria in delight. May sat up straight from her leaning as she learned this.

Maria stared at May her mouth ajar and then glared at Natasha.

“You have a thing for him, a weird thing. It’s there, it’s fine. He’s him. I get it.” Natasha shrugged at Maria’s glare. “It’s okay to admit it.”

“I do not! I really don’t. I don’t!” Maria said repeating herself but she couldn’t stop from smiling, mostly because she had not heard May laugh like that in years, but Maria shook her head no. She did have a soft spot for Steve but in a platonic friend way, he was just from a different time.

May looked over at Nat and Nat just nodded to May confirming that Maria did, indeed, have a cute little straight school girl crush on Steve Rogers.

“You are unbelievable.” Maria said to Nat as she watched the exchange and sighed loudly but she couldn’t keep from laughing.

“You can’t even deny it with a straight face.” Nat laughed. Nat knew the crush wasn’t real but she did think it was funny that it made Maria so flustered.

“Do you write his name on your work notes? In a little heart?” May said laughing. “Like all curly and whirly Mrs. Steve Rogers?”

“We’re green, we don’t use paper.” Maria tried not to laugh.

“I think Steve would be: Mr. Maria Hill.” Nat added in and May and Nat locked eyes both grinning and then laughing.

Maria had to cover her face with her hands as they grilled her, it’s not like this was something May and Natasha got to do very often.

“Steve freaking Rogers.” May repeated shaking her head, the idea of it made her laugh so much.

“I definitely do not have a straight girl crush on anyone including Steve Rogers.”

“Yeah, deny it again and maybe we will believe you.” May laughed

“He’s just nice, a class act, always kind and smart and very easy to work with, unlike many many other people that I have to or had to work with.” Maria tried very hard not get flustered shaking her head, looking away from them and then back at both of them when she referenced their past work associations.

“Oh. I get it.” May sighed “It’s like an admiration crush, like if Steve was twenty five years older than you, you’d follow him around to be his reliable support guy at every job forever until he died.” May joked and Natasha nodded in confirmation as May was onto something. Maria gasped.

“YEP.” Natasha confirmed verbally.

“I am..” Maria didn’t want to ruin the fun but also she did not want to dive into this conversation, she had enough of people trying to dive into her psyche lately “I am… starting to not feel that bad about ruining your shoes and clothes.” She looked at both of them with a smirk.

“At least you admit it’s mine now.” Natasha quipped right back.

As the three women took a minute to recover from Natasha’s revelation about Maria and May’s excitement. They sat in the quiet for a moment.

“Isn’t it weird to be sitting on the ground drinking and talking about boys and clothes like we’re 22 and we were ever normal?” May asked. Maria wasn’t the only one who needed a break from her reality May and Natasha needed it too. There was a time when the three of them were epic and fun. Everything didn’t have the unfathomable stakes all the time and then suddenly it just changed. Everything they went through got heavier and harder and it weighed on them more and more, there were almost never nights or moments like this.

“Ugh.” Maria groaned. “I was in such good shape when I was 22.” Maria thought about it with a sigh.

“Well..” May paused “You can take ‘Captain America’s self defense class’ to get back into fighting shape any time.” May blurted out over her own laughter which she thought was an even funnier detail of Maria’s story now that she knew about her little thing for Steve.

Now Natasha was covering her face laughing.

“I can’t believe I missed you.” Maria jokingly mumbled at May with a grin.

“But does Maria Martin, part-time designer of handbags and Stark Industries assistant miss me?” May asked jokingly, this really made Natasha laugh again. “Maria Martin definitely goes to the mall.” May chided.

“You don’t even own a purse.” Natasha snickered at Maria.

“Like we do?” May clocked back at Natasha

“Which is good, since if I had ID on me I’d definitely be .. not here right now.”

“Unless you had gun heels” May pointed at Maria “it would have been over real fast.” May joked circling back to her earlier pitch.

“Oh my god gun shoes not going to be a thing..” Maria sighed loudly at this terrible, awful, impractical idea, which she knew was a joke but she just had to shut it down.

“Gun heels!” Both May and Natasha corrected Maria.

Maria leaned back against the bottom of May’s couch. She sighed.

“I think I should probably head out.” Maria said as she got up. She could actually live here in this moment of complete safety and laughing if she stayed at May’s too long, but she new it was just a temporary regroup for all three of them. That wasn’t the norm, that’s not how things worked for them in reality.

“And you’re going with her?” May asked Natasha

“Yeah.” Natasha confirmed.

Maria and Natasha left May’s with loving goodbyes. They headed out to the sidewalk. The night air was breezy but warm, the rain from the other day had cooled off some of the summer humidity that had been building.

Maria and Natasha walked next to each other, they didn’t hold hands or act like they were anything other than two women walking next to each other.

Maria looked at her phone as they walked, she hadn’t looked it once at May’s and even silenced it, in fact she actually forgot about it for awhile which was nice. She had and anxiety inducing amount of unanswered texts from the last few days, Natasha noticed it and knew that was unusual for a women who kept her unread at 0 at all times.

Maria then winced a bit when she looked at her phone and Natasha was quick to notice.

“What?” Natasha asked

Maria showed Natasha her phone screen of 11 missed calls from an unknown number.

“What’s that about?” Nat asked

Maria just shook her head like she didn’t know.

“Fury?” Nat purposed

Maria had not heard from him and Maria shrugged but she figured at some point she might, maybe not, he was a busy guy had a lot going on.

The unknown caller rang again and Maria and Natasha stopped and looked at it, both weighing if she should answer it. Maria’s guess was that it was the FBI they always called from blocked numbers, but calling her that many times in a row meant there was an emergency or someone was dead.

Maria answered but she didn’t put it on speaker which Natasha found annoying.

“Yeah?” Maria used this as her greeting when she answered not confirming it was her since she did not know who was calling. She didn’t know what to expect after so many missed calls, had something happened to Tony now? Had she unplugged herself when Fury was trying to reach her?

“Maria, finally!” Natasha could her the man’s voice from the phone and she knew it was not Fury or Tony. Maria looked shocked and mad at the voice she heard as she recognized it instantly.

“We have a game to finish.” Yuri continued even though Maria didn’t say anything back, she just looked Natasha concerned. Maria knew she had to seen it to believe it, of course Yuri made it out.

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lyricalviolet · 10 months

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I've been pretty firmly back on my Trek bullshit for about a year now, but prior to that, I was all up in CaptainHill land. The installments of this old gen have been getting some love as people look up Maria Hill fanfic for....reasons, so I thought I'd post it here.

Enjoy!

#maria hill fanfic #maria hill #bamf maria hill #captain hill #steve rogers/maria hill #steve/maria #captain america #MCU #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #spoilers #mcu spoilers #any similarities between this and my Pike!Burn fic are purely intentional

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dontyouworrydaddy · 9 months

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hi!!! I always imagined me being in 141 but with a twist can you make reader like an assassin my inspo is black widow atomic blonde Maria hill

aka a BAMF who gets the job done ruthlessly she work in a diff base but as soon as the job is done she’s a big sweetie she loves ballet,ice staking,painting etc!

thank you!!!!!! 💗

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕩𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖

Task Force 141 + fem! reader

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE BLACK WIDOW AND OH GOD HAVING A READER IN HER STYLE???? THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT LATELY AND I AM GIGGLING ABOUT IT😭😭 Thank you anon for this ask, I literally love you so much❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy this!

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You were a force to be reckoned with, a woman who oozed competence and strength. Your (hair color) framed a face that radiated determination, and your eyes held a glint of unwavering purpose. As you stood there in your tactical gear, the team exchanged uneasy glances. They had heard of your ruthlessness, your precision, and your unparalleled efficiency. But what intrigued them the most was the stark contrast between the persona you displayed during operations and the person you transformed into afterward.

Price's gravelly voice broke the silence. "Listen up, team. We've got intel that Makarov's men have acquired a shipment of nerve gas. Our mission is to intercept and eliminate their operation before they unleash it on innocent lives."

Ghost nodded. "We'll infiltrate their compound and neutralize any threats. Y/N, make sure you stick to the plan."

The mission was a success, thanks to the combined efforts of the team and your calculated approach. During the operation, your movements were swift, your decisions merciless, and your face was ice-cold. You were a whirlwind of calculated violence, leaving no room for hesitation or mistakes. Mistakes were your biggest enemy in the field. The team watched as you executed maneuvers reminiscent of a certain spy they were familiar with.

After the mission, back at the base, the transformation in you was nothing short of astonishing. As the team stripped off their gear, they caught glimpses of you engaging in activities that seemed almost incongruous with the person they had just witnessed. You traded your tactical attire for a soft, flowing dress, and your eyes now held a warmth that contrasted with the icy glare from before.

Soap's brow furrowed as he observed you delicately painting a canvas on an easel. "I can't believe the same person who took out those guards with such ruthless hands is also into painting." Gaz chimed in. "And ballet. Don’t forget about that one."

Price chuckled, his mirth hidden behind his mustache. "Appearances can be deceiving, lads. We all have our ways of balancing the scales of this life. And Y/N‘s is painting and ballet…"

The team continued to watch you in fascination, occasionally sharing stolen glances amongst themselves. Gaz approached you, a rare hint of curiosity in his voice. "So, uhhh, Y/N how do you manage to switch gears so quickly?"

You paused your painting, offering a genuine smile. "It's all about maintaining control over yourself. In the field, I am ruthless because I have to be. If I want to protect my country and protect the people in it, I can’t show any emotions. It would just distract me. But after the mission is done, I switch my energy into things that bring me joy. It's my way of finding balance. And extractly that is the key to success."

Soap smirked. "Well, I have to say, If I had to choose between you and ghost. I would definitely choose you as my Teammate." This statement caused Ghost to look at him with a threatening face. You chuckle at the sight.

"You know" ghost began as the others slowly left to get food for their hungry tummy "I've seen a lot of fighters in my time, but none like you. You're like a shadow, moving seamlessly between two worlds."

You took a sip of your hot chocolate, meeting his gaze. "Thank you, Ghost. It's taken a long time to strike that balance. And many nerves… of course." hinting to your trauma from all the training and steps you had to take to reach where you are right now.

Ghost grinned behind his mask. "I have to admit, watching you take down those enemies in the field is a sight to behold. It's like watching myself, but in a better version."

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AN: Here I am, still clearing out my outstanding requests, and it's been a minute since I wrote some Starker

Anonymous asked: Peter Parker sleeps with tony and makes the mistake of wearing his boyfriends favorite boyband t-shirt to school. Request

Now, I know this is probably not the story you thought you were going to get with this prompt, but the muse does what it does. I hope you all enjoy anyway. I now know more about Engineering classes at MIT than I ever thought I would know. Also, no massive age gaps here, only about 3-4 years.

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Summary: MIT is still a big adjustment, even when you are gifted, and bullies still exist, so it’s a good job Peter falls at Tony’s feet.

Relationship: College Peter Parker x College Tony Stark

Word Count: 6.4k

CW: College AU, No Powers, Strangers to friends, Friends to lovers, developing relationship, Gay Peter Parker, Pansexual Tony Stark, insecure Peter Parker, inexperienced Peter Parker, Supportive Tony Stark, Confident Tony Stark, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, name calling, attempted Sexual Assault, Background Rhodey/Maria, BAMF Maria Hill, Justin Hammer is a douche, Explicit Sexual content (oral sex, mutual masturbation).

“Watch it, nerd!”

Peter tried to right himself as he bounced off the shoulder of whoever had just shouted at him. He had hoped that once he’d swapped Midtown High for the hallowed halls of MIT that he wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of thing any more. However it appeared that college, even one where technically every student was a nerd or a geek, was still slave to the various cliques and sub-groups. The jocks were definitely those who majored in Astronautics, and those who studied Business Analytics liked to look down on everyone else, assured of the fact that their degrees would lead to higher paying jobs than someone doing a lowly science or engineering degree.

He readjusted the pile of books in his arms as he tried to work out if he was going the right way. Two weeks into his Freshman year and he still hadn’t gotten the layout of campus straight in his head. It didn’t help that he’d decided to Double Major in both Electrical and Mechanical Engineering, so always seemed to be coming and going.

And now he was late for his next class.

He hiked his backpack higher on his shoulder and started to jog towards his destination. However, the infamous Parker luck was once again on his side, or not, as the case may be, and suddenly he found himself tripping over a stone, or maybe it was even his own feet, and crashing to the ground.

For a few moments, Peter lay dazed, the taste of gritty dirt and the tang of iron in his mouth.

“Hey, kid,” a voice called out, “are you alright?”

Peter pushed himself up with a groan and shook his head to try and clear it.

“Be careful,” the voice said, closer than it was a moment ago, and suddenly there were a pair of hands gripping his upper arms, easing him into a sitting position. He blinked a couple of times, the way the sunlight was falling onto his face making him wince, but then the light was blocked out by a body and Peter gasped.

Back in highschool he had wondered why he wasn’t really interested in girls the way the other boys were. It had taken him a while to realise that he was gay, and once he’d made that revelation, he wondered why it had taken him so long to work it out. He supposed that it was all down to a hetero-normative society and all that.

However, if he were still in any doubt, the sight of the man before him and the way he was affecting Peter’s equilibrium - although maybe that was from his fall - was enough to bring his own understanding of his sexuality into crystalline focus.

“I hope you haven’t got a concussion, kid. But you do have a nasty cut on your lip.”

The guy was speaking but all Peter could focus on was his features, his tousled brown hair, thick eyebrows, equally dark eyes, perfectly straight nose and pouty pink lips.

“Here, have some water.”

As a water bottle was pressed to his lips, the pressure against the cut he’d apparently sustained jerked Peter back to reality. He took hold of the bottle with shaking hands and gulped down a few mouthfuls, eager to remove the horrible taste from his mouth.

“Umm, thanks,” he stammered out and tried to pass the bottle back to his erstwhile rescuer.

“Keep it. You might want it later, and to be honest, it has your blood on it, and while I’m kinky, I’m not that kinky.”

At the strangers words, Peter felt himself blush, because firstly, he was currently a vanilla as they came - mainly due to circumstance than anything else - and secondly, it conjured all sorts of images to his mind that he should not be having about someone he just met, regardless of how attractive they were.

“Thanks. Again.” Jeez, Parker. Way to show off your vocabulary.

“No problem, kid. Where’re you heading to in such a hurry?”

Horror swept over Peter’s face and he leapt to his feet, although he wobbled a bit.

“Shit, I’m gonna be late to Professor Hart’s class on Systems Design.” He desperately tried to pick up all of his books, but as soon as he bent over the world started to spin. He’d have fallen again if it hadn’t been for the stranger taking hold of him again.

“Hey, be careful,” he cautioned, before steering Peter over to a bench. “Let me.”

Peter watched as the other man collected all of his scattered belongings, trying not to stare at the way his ass filled out his jeans as he bent over. When he returned with all of Peter’s books stacked in his arms and Peter’s backpack over his shoulder, Peter looked away, worried about being caught staring. Some guys got weird about other guys looking at them, and Peter didn’t have enough experience to have a working gaydar yet.

“Come on then, let’s get you there.”

Confusion wrinkled Peter’s brow. “What do you mean? Get me where?”

His rescuer smiled at him. “Your class. I’m going the same way.”

“Oh. Umm, okay. Thanks.” Maybe it was head trauma that was affecting his ability to speak with any eloquence?

Peter stood up, and winced as he moved his left knee, actually glad that his hopefully new friend was carrying his stuff for him.

“I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.”

“Tony,” the other man replied. “Tony Stark.”

It turned out that not only was Tony a fellow student, but being a Senior he was also a TA. Like Peter he was also a double major, taking Electrical Engineering as well, but had paired it with Biological Engineering. Therefore, with Tony assisting in some of the EE classes, Peter started to see him fairly often.

“You did well today, kid.” Peter willed himself not to blush at the praise as Tony clapped him on the shoulder as they left the Introductions to Algorithms class.

“Thanks, Tony. Once I’d got my head around the paradigm shift it wasn’t too bad. Thanks for help with that.”

The pair of them walked together towards one of the coffeeshops and Tony playfully judged his shoulder against Peter’s.

“No problem. Anything for a pretty face.”

Peter had also learnt a couple of other things about Tony over the last few weeks. Firstly, due to a combination of his outgoing, charismatic nature and the fact that he - or rather his father - was loaded, Tony was one of the most popular people on campus. People were always stopping him to say hi, and Tony generally had a friendly word for all of them.

Secondly, Tony was into heavy metal. Like really into it. He was always wearing a t-shirt plastered with the picture of one band or another; AD/DC, Black Sabbath, Pantera etcetera, often humming a tune under his breath when he was concentrating.

Thirdly, he was a massive flirt who’s love language was definitely physical affection. The first time that Peter had met Tony’s best friend and roommate, James Rhodes, Tony had been walking arm in arm with him, and when they’d stopped so James could peel off towards his Military Sciences class, Tony had given him a smacking kiss on the cheek. When Peter had tentatively asked if James was Tony’s boyfriend, the brash senior had just laughed.

“Nah. Rhodey’s as straight as a flag pole, more’s the pity. Why, you vying for the position?” He’d thrown Peter a theatrical wink and chuckled as Peter had gone bright pink. From then on he seemed to make it his mission to make Peter blush as much as possible, which didn’t help with Peter’s promise to himself to not think about Tony ‘that way’.

However, by and large, Tony had become his best friend. Sure, as the weeks passed Peter had gotten to know others in his classes and was building himself a circle of peers that he got on well with, but it wasn’t the same. He knew that he was infatuated by Tony, but who wouldn’t be. He was handsome, clever and popular, and Peter loved basking in his radiance. It also didn’t hurt that when he was hanging around with Tony other students were less likely to pick on him. Unfortunately he couldn’t spend all his time with the older boy, and was therefore still subjected to the kind of taunts he’d thought he’d left behind. At least no-one was trying to shove him in a locker.

The fall semester progressed, the leaves turning brown and dropping to the ground, and before Peter knew it he was visiting home for Thanksgiving weekend. While it was nice to catch up with his Aunt May and his old school friends, Ned and MJ, he found himself waiting to go back for those last few weeks before Winter Break. He also couldn’t hold back his blush when Aunt May questioned him about whether he’d met anyone special. It was true that he had, but it wasn’t like that between him and Tony, no matter how much Peter liked to fantasise about it. He and Tony were friends and, yes, the older boy liked to flirt with him, but that was who Tony was, he told himself. It didn’t mean anything, even if Tony didn't discriminate about who he liked . So Peter had lied and said he hadn’t, and if May didn’t believe him - which from the pointed look she gave him she most certainly didn’t - she was good enough not to raise the subject again.

Returning to campus on the other side of the long weekend, Peter made his way straight over to see Tony.

“Hey kid, good to see ya. Have a fun time with la familia?” Tony opened the door with a broad smile and gestured for Peter to make himself at home on the ratty couch.

Peter grinned at Tony’s jovial tone and threw himself down on the saggy brown cushions.

“Yeah. It was okay. Nice to catch up with my aunt and my friends, but I’m back and ready to work hard all the way up to Winter Break.”

Tony sat down next to him, clutching a bottle of beer by its neck.

“Well as long as you don’t work so hard you’re too tired to come to my Christmas party.”

Peter’s eyes went wide. “You’re inviting me?” he squeaked. “But I’m just me and you’re you.”

“Yes,” said Tony, “but you’re my friend and I want you there. No if’s, no but’s - unless it’s that cute butt of yours.” He pointed down at Peter’s backside and chuckled at the flush that appeared on his neck and cheeks. “You make it far too easy, Petey. I might really start to think you’ve got a crush on me.”

Somehow, Peter managed to regain his composure and continued to chat to Tony about Thanksgiving and the plans for the upcoming party until he realised it was time he ought to head back to his dorm. As he excused himself, and made his way to the door, Tony pulled him into a big hug.

“Can’t wait to see you at the party, kid.” He held onto Peter for what felt like a few moments too long, although Peter wasn’t going to complain. It felt nice to be held in someone’s arms, especially when they belonged to Tony. He gave his friend a shy smile.

“Can’t wait to be there. I’ll see you in class later in the week.”

Three weeks later, Peter jogged up the steps to Tony’s home, glad that his friend was holding his party somewhere he was familiar with. They’d seen a bit of each other over the last few weeks, but Peter had been busy making sure he was up to date on all his coursework, so that he could have a relaxed Winter Break. It was frustrating that he hadn’t gotten to hang out with Tony as much as he’d wanted, but it hadn’t stopped him from dreaming - and maybe other stuff - about the other boy, though.

He was nervous, though, and took a moment to smooth down his black t-shirt that he’d casually paired with some skinny jeans and a leather jacket. This was going to be the first big party he’d attended since starting at MIT, and he didn’t know that many of Tony’s friends aside from Rhodey. Also, the chances were that some of the attendees would be folk that didn’t view Peter as ‘popular’ material, despite Tony’s apparent endorsement of him. That guess was proved correct almost as soon as Peter had made it through the door, almost bumping right into Justin Hammer, who, like Rhodey, was majoring in Military Science.

“Oh, god.” Justin sneered. “Why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re here. Parker. You’re like a bad smell we can’t get rid of.” He threw back his head and guffawed loudly, his cronies laughing along with him. With his cheeks burning, but not wanting to make a scene, Peter ducked his head and moved further into the apartment, searching for Tony. He found him, predictably, in the kitchen. Equally predictably he was wearing one of his band shirts - a black one proclaiming his love of the band Black Sabbath.

Tony’s response to Peter’s arrival was the complete opposite to Justin’s. “Petey!” he cried, flinging his arms in the air, before pulling Peter into a crushing hug and planting a kiss on Peter’s cheek, dangerously near the corner of his mouth. “You made it!”

Keeping one arm firmly around Peter’s shoulder, Tony steered him over to where Rhodey and some other close friends were standing. “Let me introduce you to the gang.” Tony’s friends smiled as Peter was introduced to them, before turning back to their own conversations. Most were Seniors, like Tony and Rhodey, but one or two were Juniors.

“And this,” said Tony, “is Maria, the harlot who’s stolen my Platypus from me.” He clasped his hand dramatically over his heart and Peter giggled. The tall, brunette woman standing next to Rhodey rolled her eyes and then punched Tony in the arm.

“Can it, Stark,” she bit back, jokingly. “You still get to see him on weekends and holidays.” She then turned to Peter and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Parker. Thanks for keeping Tony occupied so Jim and I can have some time together without being interrupted.” Tony had the good grace to look a little embarrassed at her comment and Peter laughed again.

“No problem. For some reason I actually like him.”

Now it was Tony’s turn for the faux outrage. “Hey! I’m eminently lovable, I’ll have you all know.”

Rhodey clapped him on the shoulder. “We know, bud. We know. Now if you’ll excuse us, they’re playing our song.” He led Maria through the throngs of people towards the area that had been designated as the dance floor, all the while Tony looking on with his over the top pout.

Peter nudged him. “You’re happy for him really, aren’t you?”

“Oh definitely,” Tony agreed. “She’ll be good for him, and she also seems to be able to put up with me, so that’s good. Not that many people can.”

“I do,” Peter said vehemently. “And surely all the people here do as well.”

A small frown appeared on Tony’s face. “They put up with my money for the most part. I can probably count the number of true friends I have on less than two hands.” He looked at Peter, something in his expression morphing, and Peter found himself unable to look away. “I’m glad you’re one of them though, Peter.”

Tony lifted his hand, and for a moment it seemed to Peter as though his friend was going to brush his riotous curls away from his face, but then someone near them bumped against Tony and the moment was lost.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go mingle.”

Tony picked up a beer, and just gave Peter an understanding nod when he grabbed a soda for himself. Peter was glad that Tony wasn’t judging him or pressuring him to drink, given the fact that most of the other people at the party were, whether they were twenty-one or not.

They moved among the guests, Peter feeling like a sail boat being pulled along in the wake of a trawler. When Tony stopped to talk to someone, Peter hovered by his elbow, feeling a little awkward, but at the same time there was nowhere he’d rather be than basking in Tony’s radiance. He was like the sun, and Peter was the moon, absorbing what light he could, and reflecting back the rest to those around him. Peter wasn’t totally dependent on Tony, though. There were a few people there that he did know, and he took the opportunity to chat with them, and hopefully build up a bigger pool of friends. He was still at the beginning of his course. He’d be here for a few more years yet, and Tony, being a Senior, would finish at the end of this year and then who knows? It made Peter’s heart ache just to think about it.

It was inevitable that they’d get separated, but Peter wasn’t too worried. The apartment wasn’t that big and it wasn’t as though Tony was planning to leave his own home while the party was still in swing. It did mean, however, that there was more likelihood of Peter bumping into some he didn’t want to, like…

“Justin! I’m so sorry.” Peter rebounded off the other Senior’s arm with a loud exclamation and watched in horror as his soda sloshed out of the neck of the bottle and over the, no doubt, expensive fabric of Justin’s shirt.

“Parker! You dumb fuck!” Justin shouted back, slurring slightly, as he shook his arm to rid himself of some of the excess liquid. “I can’t even fathom why Stark lets someone like you hang on his coattails.” He peered at Peter, observing through the lens of his beer-goggles and Peter felt a shiver go down his spine as Justin’s expression turned into a leer. He took a step forward and Peter took an echoing one back. “Although,” he drawled, looking up and down Peter’s body, “I suppose that despite your stupidity you have other things going for you. Maybe you can make up for ruining my shirt? I’m sure Stark won’t mind sharing. You look like you could suck a dick well at least.” He stepped even closer, his cronies following at his back, caging Peter in. With how crowded it was, and the noise level, no-one would really be able to see him. Justin put his hand on Peter’s shoulder and pushed down, trying to get the younger boy down on his knees. “Come on - show me why Stark puts up with you.”

At the insinuation, Peter snapped.

With a shout he pushed up and back, shoving Justin away from him with all his strength and sent him staggering back into his friends. “Get off me!” he shouted, despite the fact his voice wouldn’t carry far. It was enough that a few people around them were starting to notice something was wrong. However, Justin’s pride, along with the amount of beer he’d drunk, made him decide to double down instead of quietly withdraw.

“You little shit. You should be thanking me for even paying you any notice.” He lunged forward, face red with anger and fisted his hand into Peter’s hair, making the younger man screw up his eyes and shout out in pain.

“Let. Go. Of. Him.” The menacing command came from behind Justin and he immediately complied, whirling around to look at the owner of the voice. Peter opened his eyes, overjoyed to see Tony there, but the feeling was muted by a deep embarrassment. Everyone was staring at them.

Tony walked right up into Justin’s space, but didn’t raise either his hands or his voice.

“Get out. You and your little crew. You’re not welcome here.”

Justin shook his head as if clearing it and stepped away from Tony with a small shrug.

“Whatever, man. The company isn’t as good as I thought it would be.” He started to walk towards the door, his friends a few steps ahead of him when he stopped and turned, unable to leave without having the last word. “Can’t believe you’re getting so bent out of shape over a rent-boy.”

Tony’s hands balled into fists and he stepped forward, a dangerous glint in his eye and Peter drew in a sharp breath, convinced that a fight was about to break out. However, Tony was stopped in his tracks as Maria clamped her hand down on his shoulder.

“It’s not worth it,” she hissed. “You know the Dean isn’t your biggest fan.” Tony seemed to be listening, because his shoulders slumped, the fight almost instantly draining from him.

“Pathetic,” Justin bit out. “I don’t know what everyone…”

His drunken tirade was cut off as Maria stepped forward and launched a perfect right jab at Justin’s nose, making his head snap back and causing red to bloom across his face. A couple of his friends caught him as he toppled toward the ground, but Maria was already walking back to Tony.

“I thought you said it wasn’t worth it?” Tony queried.

Maria shrugged as she shook out her hand. “The Dean likes me. And you really think Hammer is gonna complain that he got punched by a girl?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Justin’s friends giving each other sideways glances before the decided discretion was the better part of valour and shuffled out of the door, holding up a dazed Justin between them. His attention was then caught by Rhodey, who appeared at Maria’s side, eyes sparkling. “Damn, baby! I have never been more attracted to you than I am right now.” Maria grinned back, cupped Rhodey’s face and started to make out with him.

Tony held up his hands. “Okay, okay. You two - get a room. Everyone else - back to partying now the trash has been removed. Petey-pie? You’re with me. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

Tony placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder to try and steer him, but he was feeling too keyed up - too embarrassed - so he shrugged it off. If Tony took umbrage at the gesture he didn’t show it, and instead just led the way to one of the only parts of the apartment Peter had never seen. Tony’s bedroom.

Peter was gnawing on his lower lip, too busy going over everything that Justin had said to really take in where he was, or that he was now sitting on Tony’s bed.

Is that what everyone thought, he wondered. That Tony only let Peter hang around because they were fucking? The thought was conflicting, because, yes, he would love to be fucking Tony, he couldn’t deny that, but he also knew that his worth as a person was not tied to who he was sleeping with - he and Tony had a real friendship and it pained him that others couldn’t just accept that.

Almost as though Tony could read his thoughts, or at least partly, Peter was brought back to the here and now when Tony crouched down in front of him and took hold of his hands. Tony peered up at him with sympathy filled eyes and his thumbs rubbed soothingly over the back of Peter’s knuckles. Or rather Peter assumed it was supposed to be soothing. However, it wasn’t having the intended effect because despite Tony’s affectionate nature he had never actually held Peter’s hands before. Which therefore meant that Peter was concentrating more on how it felt to really have Tony’s hands on him, than on calming down from his ordeal.

“Are you okay, kid? I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

However, still full of frustration and hopped up on adrenaline, Peter shook Tony’s hands off and stood up in agitation

“Don’t call me that, Tony,” he practically shouted. “I’m not a kid, I’m eighteen.”

Tony raised his hands in supplication. “Noted. No more ‘kid’.”

However Peter wasn’t really listening, and was working off his energy by pacing up and down in front of Tony.

“Do you know what Justin was saying? Did you hear him? He thinks that you’re only friends with me because I let you fuck me.”

“And that would be bad,” Tony asked, tentatively, although Peter didn’t pick up on his tone. “If people think we’re fucking?”

“That’s not the point, Tony. It’s not about sex, it’s about the assumption that the only benefit to you is ass on tap, and the benefit to me is second-hand popularity.”

“Why would anyone with half a brain think that? And who cares what other people think, as long as we know the truth? You’re fun and brilliant, and you put up with me prattling on all the time. Like I am now. I should shut up. But before I do, can I just check. Would it, you know, be so bad, if we were?”

Finally, Peter picked up something questioning - unsure - in Tony’s voice and stopped moving.

“If we were what?” he asked, head cocked to the side.

“Umm, fucking. Shit! I mean…” Tony blew out a breath and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I really like you, Peter. Like ‘like you’ like you. Have done since we first met, in fact. I found myself hoping you’d fall at my feet figuratively, not just literally.”

Peter blinked, trying to process what Tony was saying, even as his verbal stream of consciousness continued.

“And I’ve just decided to do a Masters, so I’m going to be around past the end of this year, so I wondered if you’d like to be more than my friend, not that I don’t value your friendship. Quite the opposite in fact. I’ve been trying to let you know how I feel, but because I can be quite unsubtle I was trying to dial it back, so maybe I went too far the other way. But I got the feeling that you like me as well, and was hoping you’d be my boyfriend. And there doesn’t actually have to be sex. I don’t wanna presume that that’s something you want or are ready for… and fuck, I’m still rambling.”

Peter snapped back to reality and stepped forward, taking Tony’s hands in his, this time.

“Tony,” he interjected, a sudden boost of confidence taking him over.

“What?” Tony’s eyes were wide, like he was caught in the headlights of a semi.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Peter leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Tony’s.

For a moment Tony didn’t react, but then suddenly he was kissing Peter back and Peter was mentally punching the air in celebration. He’d been worrying so much that his crush on Tony would be unwanted, that somehow he’d failed to pick up on Tony’s signals. They’d probably talk and laugh about that later, but for now, Peter had singular focus.

He let go of Tony’s hands, so he could wrap his arms around Tony’s waist and pull him closer. At the same time he opened his mouth and teased the seam of Tony’s lips with his tongue. Tony’s hands came up to tangle in Peter’s hair as he accepted Peter’s deeping of their kiss.

It was only as his legs hit the edge of Tony’s bed that Peter realised they’d been moving, and had no idea which one of them had instigated it, but he smiled and chuckled into Tony’s mouth as they tumbled down onto it. Two pairs of lips and two pairs of hands roamed everywhere they could easily get, Tony pushing Peter’s jacket from his shoulders, and after a minute Peter broke away to pull his t-shirt over his head.

“God, Petey,” Tony exclaimed. “You’re so beautiful.” Then he pulled his own shirt off and surged back to capture Peter’s lips again.

Through all the kisses and the touching, both of them managed to shed their jeans, until only two thin layers of cotton separated them. Tony scraped his teeth over one of Peter’s pectorals, including his small, dark nipple, and Peter arched up with a gasp. Tony moved lower, kissing and nipping, until his face was nuzzling into the soft fabric between Peter’s hip and rigid cock.

“Can I, baby? I wanna make you feel good.”

Just the thought made Peter feel overwhelmed and he fisted the sheets as he whined.

“Y-Yeah. Oh, god.”

Tony pulled down Peter’s tight boxer-briefs and let out a sigh at the sight that greeted him. “I knew your cock would be just as pretty,” he said as he gently stroked over the soft skin with his index finger. Peter shuddered under the touch, so turned on that he was worried he was going to embarrass himself.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, and you just do what feels good, okay?” Tony soothed, and Peter just bit his lower lip and nodded.

The first touch of Tony’s lips on the shaft of his cock, mouthing up the vein that ran from root to tip, had Peter groaning wantonly. He wasn’t totally inexperienced, but there was no mistaking the fact that Tony had more skill than any of - admittedly few - previous lovers. When Tony flicked his tongue over Peter’s slit, lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there, Peter thought he was going to fly into orbit and gripped the sheets with such ferocity he was convinced he was going to rip them. Tony carefully explored the head of Peter’s cock with his tongue, circling around the spongy tip and the underside of his ridge, tracing over his circumcision scar, and Peter? Peter whimpered.

“Shh, shh, baby. It’s okay. Just relax.” Tony’s words were whispered against the length of him, breath hot on his skin.

And then Tony finally took him into the warm cavern of his mouth. He must have been expecting it, because he didn’t make a move when Peter’s hips bucked at the sensation, his cock pushing deeper into Tony’s mouth. He let Peter get over his initial reaction before placing his hands carefully on Peter’s slim hips and starting to bob up and down. Peter could feel the way the flat of Tony’s tongue pressed against the underside of him and when he glanced down to actually look at what was going on he had to really fight the urge to just come, because Tony had swallowed all of him, that perfect, straight nose pressed right into the thatch of dark curls at the base of Peter’s cock.

“Fuck! Tony! Feels - feels amazing. Shit!”

Tony popped off and smirked up at him. “Such a potty mouth,” he quipped before taking Peter back in with a hum.

Peter suddenly found his left hand tangled in Tony’s hair, not really holding him in place, but more he just feeling him. It was getting harder and harder to hold back from coming, and while it would be bliss to spill himself into Tony’s mouth he didn’t want that for their first time together.

“Tony,” he whined and gave Tony’s hair a gentle tug, trying to communicate what he wanted with actions, given his brain didn’t want to let his mouth really work. Luckily for him Tony seemed to get the message and with obvious reluctance let Peter’s cock, wet and flushed pink, fall from his mouth as he slid his way up Peter’s body.

“What is it, Petey? What do you want?” Peter was sure he’d have had a better time answering if Tony hadn’t been nuzzling kissing his neck, but somehow he managed.

“Wanna feel you. Wanna feel us. Against each other.”

Tony lifted his head and smiled softly. “I got you, sweetcheeks. You just reach into that top drawer and get the lube and I’ll deal with these pesky underpants.”

Peter twisted at the waist, reaching up and to the side to pull open the drawer of the small wooden table and moved his hand around inside it until his fingers closed around a familiar feeling bottle. As he did that, he felt Tony pull his boxer-briefs, that had been tangled half way down around his knees, fully off. He turned his head back just in time to see Tony discard his own, and kneel by his side.

He was gay. Absolutely. Wow! He didn’t even realise he was reaching out until Tony chuckled.

“You wanna touch? Go ahead, baby. I’m all yours.”

Peter curled his fingers around Tony’s cock, immediately obsessed with the weight and feel of it in his hand. The way Tony’s eyes closed and his body shuddered as Peter lazily jerked him gave him a heady rush of power. On another occasion he’d love to just do this - touch Tony oh-so-softly - and see how long Tony would be able to hold out. However, his patience wouldn’t run to that now, so he urged Tony down to lie beside him. Peter squirted a healthy dollop of lube into his palm and slicked himself up, before doing the same to Tony. Then, lining his hips up to Tony’s, Peter wrapped his hand around the pair of them, pressing their cocks together.

For a moment, Peter couldn’t keep his eyes open, needing to block out one sense in order to deal with the overwhelming feeling of another, but when he did raise his eyelids again it was to find Tony looking back at him, brown eyes made even darker by lust. Tony leaned forward to capture Peter’s mouth for another ferocious kiss and then placed his own hand over Peter’s, helping him to jerk them both off.

The sounds of their sighs and moans, alongside the schlick-schlick of their cocks moving together, filled the room and Peter found himself rolling his hips, pressing up further and harder against Tony. He imagined what it would be like to do more with Tony, how they could discover those little things that made the other stutter and lose control. He wanted to know the taste and feel of Tony’s cock on his tongue. Maybe even the feel of it inside him, or even the other way around, if that was something Tony wanted. The possibilities seemed endless, and this was just the beginning.

However, having been on the edge longer than Tony, it was inevitable that Peter would come first. Sensing that his younger lover was close, Tony stopped moving their hands and just let Peter rut up against his cock within the circle of their joined fingers. Peter spilled his cries into Tony’s mouth at the same time he spilled his cum over the pair of them. It just felt so fucking good, and his hips kept moving until the sensations in his cock morphed into the sting of over-stimulation.

Moving Tony’s hand away, Peter let his softening cock fall away, and then tightened his own solo grip over Tony’s still hard cock, going back to jerking it, his own cum adding to the wet mess easing his way.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Peter watched with hooded eyes as Tony rambled and twitched within his grasp, head thrown back. “Gonna come, Petey. Gonna come. Feels so good. Yes! Yes!”

A feeling of immense satisfaction washed through Peter as Tony reached his peak and pulsed into his hand, and for the next few moments the pair of them lay next to each other, panting and coming down from their highs.

Peter opened eyes, feeling Tony’s gaze on him, and found him grinning. Then Tony was kissing him playfully and they both started to giggle. Peter twined his clean hand with Tony’s as they smiled and kissed, his heart feeling so light, he hoped he’d never lose this feeling.

“Please tell me you can stay tonight,” Tony asked, and despite his usual brashness, Peter could hear the note of insecurity in his voice. He let go of Tony’s hand so could brush a lock of dark brown hair from Tony’s forehead.

“I can stay. Don’t wanna be anywhere else. But I might have to leave early. I’ve still got some last things I need to do before I go home, and I have a feeling that you might prove a distraction.”

“Why would you think that,” Tony joked as he leant forward and took Peter’s lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently. “I can’t fault you for your dedication.” Tony eased away and got off the bed, walking across to his en-suite, confident in his nakedness, before looking coyly over his shoulder. “Coming for a shower?”

Peter had never moved so fast in his life.

When Peter blinked open his eyes the next morning, he was surprised to find it was well after 9am. Luckily, with it being Saturday he didn’t have any classes, but he hadn’t been lying to Tony about having some things he needed to sort out before the start of Winter Break. And the sooner he started them, the sooner they’d be finished and he could dedicate his remaining time to Tony before they had a two week period where they wouldn’t see each other.

He eased himself out from under the deadweight of Tony’s arm and climbed out of the bed. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he used the bathroom and when he came back out he was happy to see that Tony was still deeply asleep. After allowing himself a moment to observe Tony relaxed - and quiet - in sleep, Peter dressed as quickly as he could given he had to dig around Tony’s floor for his clothes. He had no idea when the party had actually wound down last night - he and Tony never had resurfaced, so he assumed Rhodey and Maria had taken over the hosting duties.

Peter dropped a gentle kiss to Tony’s temple, his heart flipping in his chest at the sleepy nose scrunch that crossed Tony’s face at the sensation, and then crept from the room and then out of the apartment which still showed all the evidence of the previous night’s party activities.

It was almost ten am by then, so as Peter crossed campus he could see a few other folk out and about, although most of them looked hung-over, or at least sleep deprived like him. However, after passing by the first few people, he realised that he was receiving a lot of stares. Worried that he was sporting a giant hickey, he stopped in front of one of the glass fronted buildings, intending to inspect his neck in the muted reflection, but when he saw himself he gasped, before starting to laugh out loud. A cowled skull stared back at him. It seemed that in his haste to get dressed he’d picked up Tony’s Black Sabbath shirt and not his own, plain black one.

If people had thought he and Tony were fucking before, there would be no doubt that anyone who knew the pair of them and saw this, would think anything else. The Peter of yesterday would have been appalled, but the Peter of today? Well he had taken Tony’s words of last night to heart - how much did the opinions of others really matter when it was no-one’s business but theirs?

With a smile on his face Peter squared his shoulders and walked back to his dorm, plotting about how he could steal another of Tony’s shirts.

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