pete pete
[image ID: a behind the scenes gif of chris evans as captain america giving the camera a goofy smile. by tumblr user SoftEvanStan. /.end ID]
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18+
wc: ~400 words
warnings: dada thinks you peed🫣(you didn’t), steve picks you up
a/n: based on a silly little thought i had hehe🤭
pairing: steve rogers x gn!little!reader (i imagine this as part of my stucky x little!reader collection but bucky isn’t mentioned so you can read it either way😁)
summary: steve embarrasses you during a playdate with peter
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“I’ll be in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, okay? You two play nice.” Steve kissed the top of your head before getting up.
“We will, captain!” Peter said.
Somewhat distracted, you looked up from your Legos when you noticed Steve walking away. “Dada?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“You go?”
Steve laughed. “I’m making sandwiches, my love.”
“Oh!” You bounced excitedly. “Can I have cheese in mine?”
Steve came back and gave you another kiss as if he couldn’t help himself. “Yes, you can have all the cheese in the world.”
“Woo!”
Steve grinned to himself as you did your little happy dance and continued playing with Peter.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡
The next few minutes were peacefully quiet. The occasional rustle came from the kitchen as did the clicking of plastic toys from the living room.
Peter was looking back and forth between the fighter jet he was building and your pile of untouched Lego pieces. “Can I have your circle piece?” he asked.
“Ya. Can I have your blue one?”
“This? Sure.”
“Dank you, Pete Pete.”
Steve poked his head in from the kitchen. “What was that, sweetheart? You went peepee?” He quickly washed his hands and rushed over to you.
“Wha? Nooo.”
“It’s okay baby, Dada’s gotcha.” Steve picked you up and quickly ran into your room. Had he been more focused, he would’ve noticed that your bottom was totally dry.
“Dada. I not peepee!”
“Nothing to be embarrassed of, baby. It happens to all of us.” He placed you on the changing table and ran around, grabbing new clothes and changing supplies.
You were a little embarrassed, but not for the reasons that Steve was thinking. Not to mention how upset you were that he interrupted your playtime. “I not peepee!”
“Then why’d you say peepee? You know we don’t make potty jokes.”
“Pete. Pete.” You made sure to say the “t’s” this time.
Peter appeared in your doorway, hand covering his eyes. “Um, Mister Rogers? I think they were just saying my name.”
Steve set down the things he was holding and nodded in understanding. “Pete Pete.” He sighed. “You can look, Peter. Nothing happened here.” Dada helped you off the table and gave you a light pat on the butt before you and Peter ran off to play again.
Steve put his hands on his hips and sighed again, shaking his head. “Pete Pete. Sam’s gonna riot when he hears this one.”
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The fact that all Gwen knows about her variants in other universes is that they're dead is so sad. Like imagine you want to know what happens to you in other dimensions and it turns out that wherever you look you mean nothing, you're so unimportant that there's no bigger role for you other than dying.
And I've seen you guys pointing this out, where she's looking at what looks like her own death and even if it's not this is not just a "love interest" Gwen, this is a superhero who is supposed to mean something, but she doesn't. She's only here to die. And so far this (our) Gwen doesn't have any reason to believe that she won't die very soon just like other Gwens.
I think that one of the main reasons why she's rejecting Miles is not just her trauma and all shit she's been through and the fear of dying like other Gwens when they're involved with Spider-Man, but also because if they start something and she dies this will hurt him too.
It's easy to say "canon events aren't true she shouldn't believe in that" but this isn't just a regular risk, this is her life we're talking about.
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Flash trying to catch Peter out in a lie: “so, how did you meet Tony Stark and become his intern then?”
Peter: “It all started one morning. I got up to go to school when my aunt called for me. She said she hates me and was jealous of how petite and pretty I was so she sold me for drug money.
I groaned and threw my hair into a messy bun. No one understands me, I’m not like other girls. Then, walking downstairs, I met my new owner. It was Tony Stark. His brown orbs met mine-“
Flash: “ok please stfu”
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