#peters superhearing

[sillyblues]

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you overhear a couple of spider-people talking about you and miguel

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: inspired by a scene of a drama i saw in tiktok at 11:30 pm whoops here’s a small scenario while i work on that hiding pregnancy with miguel fic

part 2

You hummed to yourself as you walked towards Miguel’s room. You were so excited to talk to him about how your days went and if you were lucky, maybe you’d get to hear how his day went as well. It wasn’t like he doesn’t talk about himself, of course he does, you two were practically the bestest of friends now. It’s just that nowadays, he seemed more stressed and preferred to listen to you talk. Or at least you hoped so. He never really complained each time you rambled his ears off (which was like 83790134 times a day oops).

But a mention of your name in a hushed conversation stops your tracks.

“... [Name] is pretty close to Miguel, huh?” the conversation was actually a bit far from where you stood but thanks to your extreme superhearing, you were able to hear what they were talking about. You tilted your head. I wonder why they’re talking about me…

“Nah, I don’t think so. Miguel doesn’t even seem to like them.” You grumbled under your breath. That’s just what it looked like to others. They didn’t know that you know Miguel’s favourite empanadas are the ones sold by a Mexican granny on a stand right around the corner outside the building. They didn’t know that Miguel actually remembers what you say to him and even reacts to your stories. If that isn’t what you call friends in their natural behaviour, you don’t know what to call it.

“Yeah, it’s probably because they never stop talking. Their mouth just never know how to close for at least 10 minutes.”

“Miguel is probably annoyed at them. I wonder how he manages to keep his patience from running out with them.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, they were right…You admit that you talk a lot and you do feel a bit bad about it. But your friends haven’t told you to stop talking or that you were bothering them yet so you thought it was fine with them. If your friends said something about it, you would definitely stop and try to talk less for them. You were sure your friends would say something if they were uncomfortable, especially Miguel. You believe in them and you believe in him.

“I know right! If I was him, I would…” so you took a step forward and continued to walk towards your destination. Only this time, you weren’t humming.

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.

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“Hi, Miguel! Good afternoon! Such a lovely day, isn’t it?” you quirked up immediately as soon as you stepped foot into his office. As usual, he was on top of his floating station. Most of the time, he worked on planning and storing files with Lyla about which planets had been reported with anomalies. Sometimes, he watched videos of his daughter Gabriella and himself despite having already seen them countless times.

Miguel was lonely. You could see that. Sure, he had Jess and Hobie and Peter, but Jess was pregnant, Hobie was busy fighting against the government and being cool, and Peter had Mayday. You try your best to be with him because maybe he would feel less lonely with you around for him. Maybe he would be distracted by whatever you say from his exhaustion and his pain.

You swung yourself and landed on his platform. He was standing with multiple yellow screens hovered almost around him. His hands were on his waist and there was a glare on his face as he stared at it. He gave you a brief glance before turning his attention back to his work. Well, looks like today is a busy work day for him, huh. 

“Hey booo,” Lyla appeared in front of you and waved. You grinned at her. “Hey, Lyla! What’s up?”

“Ugh nothing much, except for Mr. O’hara on his red flood apparently.” She leaned and covered the side of her lips to whisper but it was no use to the said person with his abilities.

“I heard that.” His exasperated response was instant but he didn’t look away from the screen.

“Really? You did?” She asked with a higher and tightened voice with amusement. She then flashed a quick message to you. 

Miguel has been working even after you left three days ago. He wouldn’t take a rest no matter how many times I told him.

What? You looked at the back of his head in alarm. Worry immediately settled in your head and you furrowed your brows. Before you could convince him to stop, Lyla quickly made the message disappear and announced, “Oops, my power is running low. Gotta charge them now, byeeee.”

“I literally just checked your levels yesterday. Come back here—” he was cut off by her disappearing form.

He groaned and in his frustration, he swapped away the nearby items on the table. Most of them were papers but unfortunately, he didn’t notice he also swept away the teddy bear that you gifted him. It was similar to one Gabriella had and you knew this from the videos you watched with him. You thought how nice it would be to have at least a physical reminder of your love and not just ones you can see and hear. 

“I’ll get it, don’t worry!”

From his strength, the bear was flung high and without even thinking you walked backwards as you focused on its direction. You were being stupid because you forgot that you were on top of a floating platform and the floor wasn’t endless. The bear was almost near within your reach and with just one more step, you would be able to get it.

That one more step didn’t step on any solid floor but instead on air and so, you fell but not without the teddy bear in your hands. 

“[Name]!” Miguel shouted and you looked at him and finally, he was looking at you now. He ran at your falling figure with arms reaching out to you and for a second, you thought there was a tinge of panic and desperation laced in his hoarse voice and wide eyes. 

Sticky web was shot at your chest and you were quickly pulled towards him. You were hit against his figure and he caught you in his arms. You stilled and flushed, your ear was pressed against his chest and you could hear his roaring heart that beat so fast. He immediately shook you by your shoulders and yelled at you. “What were you thinking? Why weren’t you looking?”

“I mean, I was trying to catch it—” you flinched.

“Are you stupid? ¿y si te lastimas?” his nails were digging into your skin and his grip was beginning to hurt. You tried to laugh but came it off weakly.

“I just don’t want to see my gift get dirty. Besides, I’m fine—,” you tried to joke, hoping it would ease the tension and calm him down.

“Just shut up! Shut up!” he pushed you away with a growl, “Stop being so fucking reckless. I could have done it by myself. Stop annoying other people by doing stupid shit like this!”

He was breathing heavily, anger so deep in his eyes. Your eyes were wide and tears threatened to fall as you listened until it finally fell once he said his final word. Maybe the realization had finally settled in Miguel’s mind at what he had just said. His eyes widened in panic and reached out to you but you took a step back.

Your head hung low as you let his words sink in. Annoying? You couldn't even laugh bitterly like you usually do in situations like this. They were right. You were annoying him. You bit your lip. Had you been a bother to him all this time? How come Miguel never said anything?

Suddenly, his cold indifference to you was so clear and obvious now. Memories of him visibly annoyed with a frown flashed through your head. The sudden awareness made your head hurt and it burned your heart. It throbbed with a pang and you felt incapable of breathing, the pain overwhelming.

No, Miguel wasn't responsible for telling you this. You should've known better, you called yourself his “bestest friend”. You shouldn't have talked to him. You shouldn't have approached him in the first place.

You were annoying. You were a nuisance. You were a problem.

Stupid. Stupidstupidstupidstupid—

“[Name], I,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean—”

“No, it's fine,” you wiped your tears and pressed the teddy bear you gifted him and wanted to catch for him. You wonder if this bear was also a bother for him. Maybe it was. Everything related to you is irritating. You were tiresome. “I should be the one to say that. I’m sorry.”

“I need to go now. I’m really sorry, again.” With a brief glance at him, you immediately turned around and swung down. You almost ran as you made your exit from his office. You did the know where exactly to go, only anywhere without him and far away from him. Strength had left you once you were outside his office and you walked and walked and walked. 

Maybe if you left, nobody would find you annoying anymore.

#blue writes! ✧˖*°࿐ #spiderverse 2 #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv angst

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

This Is Our World

Derek Hale is Superman. But honestly that's less important to him than being a husband and father

@atiny-angel @axelwolf8109 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @greek-freak101 @taechnology777 @epickiya722 @lynspumpkinpatch @sterekmpreg @wolfiered23 @thebejeweledwatercat @jackiequick

The first thing Derek remembers is his cousin Allison holding him. Not his parents, not her's. Just Allison.

That was on the planet Krypton, weeks before it would be attacked and Allison was sent to save him and take her cousin to Earth to raise and protect him. But Allison was knocked off course from him, sending her to the deep reaches of space.

He landed near a house in Smallville, the Hales, they took him in. Talia Hale cared for him as if he was her own.

He was six when Talia took him to the basement and showed the pod that he came to Earth in and told him about his heritage. Cora cried that she wanted to be an alien. Laura had told her that was insensitive

He was thirteen when Talia had a heart attack and died. His uncle Peter reluctantly took him and his sisters in.

He was sixteen when he flew for the first time, found the Fortress of Solitude, his father Jor-El talked to him.

He was twenty when he became Superman. He, Laura and Cora moved to Metropolis. He got a job at the Daily Planet and met Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles was no nonsense reporter and honestly terrifying but it made Derek crush on him more.

He made the first move, asking Stiles if he wanted to see a movie. Stiles said yes.

Two years later Derek told him he was Superman. Another month later he proposed. Stiles said yes again and Derek flew them above to kiss him.

Their wedding was small but no less full of love. Noah Stilinski didn't approve but kept his mouth shut. Peter didn't show up at all.

They adopted twins boys named Jackson and Scott. Derek didn't want to have a surrogate so a biological child didn't have the burden of his powers.

Jackson was the outgoing child, Stiles said that he was born craving attention. Scott had asthma and anxiety dissociative disorder. But that didn't mean Derek and Stiles didn't love him.

Eli came five years after, Laura called about a baby that had been left at the hospital, Derek said yes without even asking Stiles.

Superman felt like Derek's secret identity, he wanted to with his family but saving the world constantly took him away.

He and Stiles agreed to never tell their sons about him, even if it strained everything

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Derek pulled Stiles into his arms. "I missed you baby" He muttered. Stiles hummed and hugged back.

"Eli is already in bed, Jackson is talking to his newest girlfriend and Scott is mad because you missed family therapy again" He pulled away and grabbed his phone to make calls.

Derek sighed, sometimes being Superman was easier than being a father of teen boys.

Eli was sleeping soundly, Derek kissed his head before leaving. Jackson had his door locked but Derek knew from his superhearing that nothing too bad was going on.

Scott had his tv volume turned all the way up and he was playing a WWE game. "Hey Scotty" Derek said softly. "Hey Dad" Scott paused his game and turned around in his chair.

"I'm sorry I didn't go to our therapy today-" "I know, you were covering the nuclear plant thing, Papa told me"

Derek smiled gratefully that his husband covered for him so fast. "As much as I love to hear Cody Rhodes' theme song over and over again, can you turn that down a bit"

Scott chuckled. "Sure dad" Derek hugged him from behind. "I love you, y'know that right?" "Of course I do" Scott muttered.

Derek pulled away and ruffled his hair

"Dad!" "I'm going I'm going!" Stiles was sitting in bed, furiously typing away. Derek changed into his sleep clothes and laid down. "Scott's mad. He's just hiding it"

"If he knew you could be heartbeats" Stiles cracked a smile. Derek laughed and grabbed his hand, kissing it.

"Come on bed" He pulled him into his arms. Stiles rested his head on Derek's chest. Right over his heart. And fell asleep.

#my writing #teen wolf fanfiction #superman and lois au #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #stiles x derek #eli hale #jackson whittemore #scott mccall

[cag3dsong]

                            A long pause, Morgan practically holds her breath as she tries to follow the sound. She can hear a vague commotion somewhere back inside the building and brows furrow as she tries to concentrate on the sound. Finally, she shakes her head. " Are you sure it's not just the usual kafuffle? You know these things bring out the worst in these things. " nose wrinkles in distaste. She hated these fundraisers but her mother made her come. They're up on the roof, Morgan had needed some air, and Peter had followed, and she's not sure how he expects her to hear. " Sadly, I don't have superhearing, just regular person hearing. " she sighs. " What exactly is it you think you hear? "

@labwebs sent: wait, do you hear that? something's wrong. [MCU Peter for Morgan]

#labwebs #˚・` . 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 morgan stark ❛ this is the story of becoming a hero the hard way. ❜

[mcu-headcannons]

One of the things that makes Peter feel safe is people’s heartbeats, because of his superhearing he’s able to hear heartbeats and he’s able to tell the heartbeats of the team and other people he cares about because they all have different heartbeats that become distinct over the amount of time he spends with them, for example Steve’s is always fast and steady whereas Bucky’s is fast and irregular, and Natasha’s is slow but steady. The one that brings him the most comfort though is Tony’s because it instantly reminds him that he’s safe because Tony’s there and it’s also the most easily recognizable because it’s fast and irregular and it skips a beat every once in a while and has a slight mechanical quality to it even after he had the surgery.

#peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanov #superhearing #heartbeats #avengers #mcu #marvel

[notxjustxstories]

Merry Christmas! Here are 8 large (540x265) gifs of Meg Donnelly and Tom Holland for @randomestfandoms-ocs. Only she may manipulate and edit these in any way she chooses.

#crackship gifs #meg donnelly #meg donnelly crackship #tom holland #tom holland crackship #queue #op #advent2019 #mine #also headcanon that in the third gif it's peter confiding in ned that he's got a crush on nikki #not knowing she has superhearing and overhears him

[asonofpeter]

All I Want For Christmas

Pairing: Dad!Ex!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After divorcing Peter, Christmases weren't the same, but there's something you both want this year.

Warnings: Smut 18+, fingering, infidelity, some angst but Peter being a dad makes up for it

Word Count: 1862

A/N: hehe this was fun to write, also decided to post before the no way home hype gets even more real. Enjoy! 💕💕💕

The long row of the same style of brownstone never bore you, all similar, yet when it came to the holidays, you could tell each one apart. From the ones that hung Christmas lights over each inch of the house to the ones that felt empty and dark even under the twinkling snow that laid on the sidewalk.

But none of those mattered as you shut the door of your boyfriend’s car, eyes set on the black door that had a single wreath hung on it. Simple. Didn’t draw too much attention. Something your ex always avoided. After all, it’d be dangerous if people found out where Spider-Man lived.

You trudged up the steps, thankful that they were salted. The hard rocks rub against the sole of your boots, bringing you the ease of security, something you needed these days. You were pressing your gloved fingers against the doorbell.

The cold weather caused your breath to be foggy, your teeth shuddering as you hid your face in the scarf wrapped around your neck while you waited for the door to open. Even with your ex’s superhearing, knowing he heard you just as you were making your way up, he seemed to take his time with coming to the door, the snow falling a lot heavier.

Reaching to ring the bell again, the door abruptly opened to reveal your sweet eight-year-old girl, Mia.

“Mom!” she hugged you and you sighed in delight. “You missed out on so much fun today!” she exclaimed, pulling you inside. “We had a gingerbread contest and I won, Dad made hot chocolate and we watched Home Alone! AND he let us open the gifts he got us!” she dragged you through the house, the pompom on her Santa hat bouncing around.

The wrapping paper littered all over the floor in the living room right under the tree made you squirm, along with all the junk food spread around the coffee table right in front of the tv.

“Don’t worry, I made sure they ate all their vegetables during dinner,” your ex-husband, Peter, came through, holding onto a five-year-old, Gracie, in his arms. Her little Santa hat on her head.

You made eye contact with him, noticing that he was wearing a matching hat like the girls. It made your heart warm and clench at the same time.

“I’m glad you all had fun, but now it’s time to go,” you smoothed your hand over the top of Mia’s head. “I’ll help you with your gifts, did you tell Dad thank you?” you asked, squatting down to collect the presents.

“They loved their gifts, didn’t you girls?” he spoke up, setting your youngest down before he helped you out, your fingers brushing for a quick moment.

“Daddy always knows what to get us,” Gracie smiled, hugging her new favorite stuffed animal, a frog she decided would be named Dave.

“Do we have to go, Mom?” Mia stopped you, a frown on her face. “You can stay with us, we could have Christmas as a family again this year, and Dad won’t be alone tomorrow,” she pleaded, staring between you and Peter.

You paused as you processed her words. This Christmas was your second as a divorced couple and it really hit hard with Mia. Somedays you really wanted to tell her the truth, but now wasn’t the time, so you needed to stick with the way things are.

“Don’t worry about me, M, I’ll be busy watching over New York,” Peter cleared his throat, kneeling as he squeezed her cheek, reassuring her before sending a look your way.

“Besides, tonight we’re meeting Henry’s family, isn’t that exciting?!” you tried to lighten the mood, but it didn’t work one bit.

“His mom’s gonna be there and I don’t like her,” she pouted.

“Aww, Mia, I know, she’s not the best person, but it’ll only be for a little while,” you offered a smile. “Just say bye to your father,” you pinched her little cheek before you straightened up.

“Bye, Dad,” Mia frowned, not wanting to say goodbye, but she was sure to give him the biggest hug she could manage. “I’m gonna miss you,” she rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her small frame.

“I’m gonna miss you too, M, but be on your best behavior, and I’ll see you in two weeks, okay?” he rubbed her back, squeezing her gently.

He hated saying goodbye too, his heart panged anytime a frown fell on his daughters’ faces and he had to do his best to not cry in front of them or else it would make things worse.

“Bye, Daddy,” Gracie wrapped her tiny limbs around his neck, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek that caused him to chuckle. “Mwerry Cwistmas,” she grinned as she gazed up at him.

“Aww, Merry Christmas, Gracie,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you so much, girls,” he cupped both of their cheeks before he pressed a loving kiss to their foreheads.

“Bye, Dad,” Mia waved before she grabbed the bags of presents from your hands and led her and her little sister outside to the car.

You stayed behind, not looking at Peter directly until you heard the front door click shut.

“You’re really going to put our daughters through the torture of going to a stranger’s house on Christmas?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest, the first to say something. “No wonder they were begging to stay,” he scoffed.

Although he was proud that the real reason the girls wanted to stay was because of him, it still angered him that you were taking them to your boyfriend’s family. Oh, how he loathed that man.

“You look really cute in that Santa hat,” you smirked, taking a step forward, instantly distracting him. “Did you have fun with the girls?” you played with the pompom of his hat, gliding your finger underneath the trim to smooth his hair.

“You know I always do,” he softly spoke, eyes gazing into yours. “Tell me you’ll be thinking of me while you’re there,” he uncrossed his arms, placing his hands on your hips.

“You know I always do,” you cocked a brow, a knowing look plastered on your face. “I’m always thinking of you,” you confessed, sighing in content when his arms wrapped securely around you, forehead resting against yours

He smiled as he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, and that same rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

Kissing your ex-husband while your current boyfriend was out waiting in the car was thrilling. At any moment, your girls could walk in, but right now, it didn’t matter. You just wanted Peter.

After moving back to the city, you and Peter saw each other much more, and then one thing led to another and you found yourself having an affair with your ex-husband.

But, it didn’t matter. Peter made you feel good, he made you feel alive, and there was no denying the sexiness it came with him when you saw him being a dad. He just loved being a father and he was so amazing.

“How much time until we most likely will be interrupted?” he spoke in between each kiss, your hands holding onto his face as he lead you to the couch, the back of your head thanking the curtains Peter has.

You meshed your hands between his curls, his hair pressed down from the hat, which you threw across the room before you were tugging on his locks, urging moans to come out of him.

“Three minutes give or take, you know how Gracie is,” you muttered, resting your body on the pillows, your hands running down the sides of his torso, missing the way he felt. “Gives me just enough time to make you feel good,” you grinned, hands flying to his sweatpants.

“I don’t think so, babe, gotta show you how good I make you feel,” he stopped you, his hand going towards your jeans.

“Peter, we don’t have time though,” you tried to stop him, thinking he wanted to take off your clothes but he only shook his head at you when he dipped his hand inside.

“Did you happen to forget I made you cum with just my fingers in under two minutes?” he cocked a brow, his middle finger finding your clit before he began to rub small circles. “I had your eyes rolling in the back of your head,” he chuckled, head dipped down to kiss the exposed skin of your low-cut top.

“Fuck,” you sucked in a breath, the sensation growing and you felt a fire ignite inside of you.

“Can’t wait till I’m inside you again,” he mumbled, nipping at your ear.

Even with months of your affair, you and Peter never seemed to find the time to fully go all the way. You felt like teenagers all over again. It was only one time back in October that Henry offered to pick Mia up from ballet and Gracie from soccer after he got off work. With a quick text to Peter, you drove to his house, finally divulging in each other.

You haven’t had a day like that since.

“No more sneaking around, no more quickies, no more lies,” he increased his pace. “Just us, together again, with our beautiful girls,” he pushed some hair out of your face, your hand scrunching the fabric of his shirt together as you moved your hips to match his pace.

“Yes,” you whined, begging for the fantasy to become real.

“Maybe we can even start trying for baby number three like we always planned,” he smirked, your eyes opening in shock as you quickly nodded, your legs parting more. “I always wanted a boy,” he added, feeling you get wetter before his finger spread your slick around and you had your eyes rolling back when he toyed with your bud.

“Yes, Peter, fuck yes!” you threw your head back, legs convulsing as you came undone.

He slowly kissed back up your neck, your deep breathing filling the room while he lazily rubbed your clit, your body shivering at the overstimulation. He truly knew what he was doing, your eyes remaining heavy as you lay there while he coaxed you back to reality.

Soon you felt his hand slip from you, peering your eyes open. He always left you with that feeling of wanting more, wanting him. You caught sight of him admiring you from beneath him, your cheeks heating up thinking how much of a mess you looked right now.

Next thing you know, he brought his fingers up to your lips, your mouth widening before you were sucking his fingers dry. His stare was kept on you, making your cheeks warm even more but it didn’t stop you from getting wetter.

Once you were back on your feet, your legs a bit wobbly, you were making your way to the door when Peter placed a hand beside your head, stopping you.

“Break up with him, tonight.”

The last words slipped from his mouth before he opened the door for you.

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[mrshipsmcgee]

Hi hello yeah its me again. So uhm..back story, apparently you can in fact synch heart rates with people! It gave me an idea.

Request: Peter x Reader are cuddling and watching TV and Peter is just doing cute things and Reader accidentally falls asleep. Peter can't help but hear the fact (superhearing woohoo) that both of their heartrates are synched. And he just smiled contently and sleeps. Its nothing too long tbh, but

I also hope you're having a good week! I know people in the asks have been douche bags and I've never wanted to be an assassin more. Keep being yourself because frankly, I love scrolling through all your posts all day <33

Thank you, my dear <3 short and sweet like requested!

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The moonlight poured into the dimly lit room as The Princess Bride played on the television. There, you and Peter laid, snuggled on the couch; tucked away in the comfort of your warm apartment after a long week - both freshly out of a shower.

Peter was in boxers and a t-shirt, smelling of sandalwood and musk as he reclined on the couch, running his calloused fingertips up and down your back. You had originally sat beside Peter, but ended up cuddled in his arms against his chest as the movie played out.

He hadn’t moved, realizing you had fallen asleep. He continued to trace the length of your spine, focusing in on your heart beat as he let out a long and content sigh realizing it beat in synch with his. Peter closes his eyes, falling asleep knowing that he held his entire world in his arms.

#andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader #andrew garfield fanfiction #peter parker andrew garfield #tasm fanfiction #andrew garfield x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm imagine #tasm request #mcu fanfiction #andrew!peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader

[xoxoavenger]

I Still Love You

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: Peter and Y/N get into a massive fight, one that takes a toll on Y/N.

word count: 7429

warnings: mentions of sex

masterlist

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, apparently just fucking, which is all you ever want to do anyway!"

The young couple's voices could be heard throughout the whole compound, and Tony wished he had sprung for soundproof walls. The Avengers were half temped to go to the training basement or leave the compound entirely, and a couple already had.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy that shit too! It's really a shame you're too busy with your dumb patrolling to pay any attention to me!"

"Do you think this will be the last one?" Bruce asked, making Tony shake his head.

"This is the worst one, but it probably won't be their last." Natasha sighed, laying across the couch.

"I'm sorry my job of protecting people is a little more important than fucking you!"

It was quiet, and then a groan was heard.

"Did she just,"

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Peter's yell made Wanda go silent.

"Oh God, I hope she bitch slapped the shit outta him." Sam said, laughing. Bucky chuckled, but otherwise everyone else was silent. The yelling had gotten quieter, and the Avengers almost wanted to go to the room to see what was going on.

"I am not just a 'thing' that you fuck. I am a human being. I am a goddamn superhero." Y/N's voice was low and shaky, and Peter could tell that he hurt her, even if she had slapped him with a warming hand.

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N. You know that." Peter said quietly.

"Maybe not, but you had a choice. You have a choice every single fucking day. Me or Spider-Man. And day after goddamn day, you chose Spider-Man. Every hour actually, when you could come back just a little bit earlier and be with me, your girlfriend. But you don't. If you couldn't handle a personal and hero life, why'd you ask me to be your girlfriend?"

'Y/N, you can't-"

"You do it everyday!"

"And they're back." Steve sighed, drawing on his sketchbook in the corner. The Avengers without superhearing hadn't heard the small talk they had been having for a few peaceful seconds, but now it was back to yelling.

"I have a job to do, Y/N! I have people to protect! I'm sorry that you're too much of a bitch to-" Peter's groan cut himself off.

"Oo, another one. His face is gonna be hurting for a hot second." Tony chuckled, swiping through the magazine he was looking at.

"I am not a bitch." Y/N said quietly, getting close to him as she pointed a finger into his chest hard. The fabric around it started to burn. "And I'm not asking you to put other people's lives above mine. I understand that you're a hero, and I understand that you won't always be here. But you could at least try to be around some of the time!" She yelled, pushing him.

"You're putting words in my mouth!"

"Pepper and I had an argument about this a couple years ago." Tony remarked, and the rest of the Avengers shook their heads. Bucky, Bruce, and Wanda actually got up and left, not able to listen to the young couple argue any longer.

"And look where that got you." Natasha said, not looking up from her book.

"Exactly, we're fine now." Tony flipped to the next page.

"How am I putting words in your mouth? You called me a 'bitch!' It was loud and fucking clear!" Y/N screamed, tears now rolling down her face. She began to swing clumsily at Peter, to upset to think of technique.

"I know that - I KNOW THAT!" Peter grabbed her hands, the two breathing hard as they stared into each other. "I'm sorry." Peter whispered. For a second, he thought they were going to kiss and make up, that they were going to roll into bed and everything would be fine.

"You're not sorry." Y/N shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks.

"Yes, baby, I am, I swear-"

"You're never sorry! You don't care and you never will!" Y/N pulled herself from his grasp. It was just as well, since Peter's hands were starting to burn.

"Are you kidding me? I care so much it physically hurts!"

"You are such a liar!" Y/N screamed turning and throwing the first thing she had at him. Peter caught the vase before it hit him, making her even more angry. She kicked the coffee table over, screaming in a fit of range.

"Okay, time to intervene." Natasha jumped up when she heard the crash.

"This is bad." Steve mumbled, going to aid her. They walked down the hallway quickly, where more yelling and fighting was heard.

"Don't you fucking leave again!"

"You're not the boss of me!"

Crash!

"Shit." Natasha mumbled, the two jogging the rest of the way to the room.

"Alright-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/N reached out to hit Peter, hand glowing red with the heat her powers were giving off.

"Nope," Steve grabbed Y/N's upper arm to avoid getting burned, as well as to keep Peter from getting a hole punched through him.

"Oh my God, this is between us two! Get off of me, you whore!" Y/N screamed, turning to punch with her other hand, which was less burning but still hot as she began to warm it up.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, hot hands." Natasha grabbed her other arm, struggling as they tried to keep her from lashing out again. "Peter, you better leave right now before I let her burn a hole through your diaphragm."

Peter scoffed before leaving. Just a couple seconds later, Steve was forced to let go of her arm, his skin starting to scorch.

"Please tell me you guys didn't hear all that." Y/N sighed, trying to cool her hands down as Natasha let go as well. She turned to them, eyes wide as more tears rolled down her cheeks. She clearly realized the fight was over.

"You aren't exactly quiet." Natasha muttered, crossing her arms. As much as she loved the younger Avenger like a sister, she wasn't good with emotions.

"I didn't want to break up with him. I just wanted to talk about how he's never with me anymore. But then he put words in my mouth and he was getting so mad which made me mad because none of this is my fault!" More tears rolled down Y/N's cheeks, and now it was getting hard talk as her throat held in the sobs. "Just, please, go. Please." She cried, turning to the bed. She hadn't even laid on it for a second before she turned back around, a loud sob ripping her throat. Steve and Natasha looked at each other, at a loss for what to do, nor did they even know she was crying. "It's Peter's room!"

"Alright, let's get you to your room." Steve shared another look with Nat before walking over to the bed that Y/N was still strewn out on. When she didn't move, Steve pulled her to her feet, and she angrily pushed him away with sizzling hands, stomping to her own room. Steve tried to follow her, but Natasha held her arm out.

"I may not have been a normal teenager, but I know we need to let her have space." Steve sighed crossing his arms.

"Lady Y/N! I am b-why are you upset?" Thor's booming voice was heard down the hall. Just as Natasha and Steve made their way outside Peter's room to save Thor from the burns he was bound to suffer from the girl, Thor was being pulled inside of Y/N's room.

"Since when are they best friends?" Steve asked, feeling hurt that the girl didn't open up to him. Everyone opened up to him.

"Calm it, Cap. Not everyone has to open up to you."

~

"He's only in love with his job, Thor! He doesn't care about me. He doesn't even care that we broke up." Y/N cried, sitting on her couch. Thor plopped down on the other side, lifting her own side slightly.

"You do not know that. He is just as upset as you. Probably." Thor comforted her. Y/N shook her head.

"He just left. He didn't even try to fight for me! Even when Tony took his suit, he fought for it. He hasn't even tried." Y/N put her head in her hands, and it was quiet for a moment. Thor put a hand on her shoulder.

"He still loves you. You know he does." Thor told her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, rolling her eyes.

"Are you kidding? He definitely doesn't love me anymore. At least, not as much as he loves being Spider-Man." Y/N cried. Thor moved closer.

"Jane and I had a fight similar to this, once." Thor told her, putting his arm all the way around her now. It was silent as Y/N wiped some of her tears, fresh ones falling in their now dry tracks.

"Didn't you and Jane break up?" Y/N asked, turning to look at him. He looked nervous.

"Um, that's part of the reason why we broke up." Thor still didn't have a good filter, but he knew he shouldn't have said this to a mourning teenager.

"Oh God!" Y/N cried, standing up and falling on her bed. She began sobbing into her pillow. "I don't want Peter to leave me."

"It'll all be okay, Lady Y/N." Thor sat on the end of her bed with a creak.

"No it won't! Get out of my room! I want to be alone!" She screamed.

"Y/N, don't-"

"Get out!" Y/N screeched as she sat up. She was breathing fast, and heat was radiating off her hands. She looked at them, overcome with rage and fear. She looked up at Thor, who was also looking at her in fear. Her chest tightened weirdly.

"Your hands," Thor started to say, standing up.

"I-I can't control it! I don't-I don't know what to do!" Y/N yelled, holding her hands away from her body. They were burning white, heating the room up.

"What do you normally do when this happens?"

"It normally doesn't happen!"

"Just, just calm down. Don't think about Peter - I mean,"

"Oh no, Peter!" Y/N cried, and the heat in the room intensified.

"Go to the bathroom! Lady-In-The-Air, call for help!" Thor yelled as Y/N ran to the bathroom.

"I have sent for help." FRIDAY replied to Thor. Just as he went to check on her, Y/N screamed and a blinding white light came from the bathroom, accompanied by a loud noise.

"Y/N? What's going on?" Steve burst the door open, but Thor was already running toward the bathroom.

"What did you do?" Thor asked, looking in the bathroom with wide eyes. By this time, half the Avengers were in the room.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Steve asked, running into the room. The girl was collapsed on the floor, but that wasn't even the worst part. The wall directly across the bathroom was decimated, almost as if an atom bomb had gone off only on that wall. Luckily, her room was in the corner of the tower, because now fresh air was blowing into the room instead of a hole a mile long throughout the tower. The room was now dark, as the lights had gone out and it was now dark outside.

"Shit!" Steve hissed as he tried to pick her up. Her body was burning, and even the super solider couldn't endure it. "How did this happen?"

"She got really upset, and her hands were glowing, and she said she couldn't control it." Thor informed the captain.

"But, that's never happened before. She's always been able to control it." Tony said as everyone's eyes were on the girl. The tile beneath her body was glowing slightly with the head radiating off her body.

"What do we do? We can't just leave her on the sweltering tile." Bruce said.

"We can't move her, she's still radiating heat." Thor crouched next to her, hand hovering over her forehead. She had begun to cool down, but they still couldn't pick her up.

"Sorry, but Peter was fighting to get in here. I told him that whatever was going on, she needed space, because quote frankly he was be-"

"It's fine, Wanda. We don't really need anyone in here for now. Thank you for coming." Bruce said, as everyone else was in the bathroom.

"Where is she gonna stay now? I mean, I'm good, but this can't be fixed in one day. No one is that good." Tony stared at the decimated wall.

"We have to have an extra guest room. This is a huge place." Steve said. Tony was about to answer when Y/N stirred on the floor. Thor reached out, noticing she was getting cooler as she woke up. She was back in control.

"Y/N?" Thor asked as Steve, Bruce and Tony came closer. Everyone else had left.

"Oh, God," Y/N groaned, flipping fully on her back to lay flat against the tile. The remaining Avengers crowded her.

"Y/N? Can you hear us?" Steve asked, putting a hand to her face again. It was still hot, but not enough to make him withdraw his hand immediately.

"What happened, Y/N? How did you burn a whole through the wall?"

"A very large hole." Tony almost cut Thor off with his mumblings. Steve shot them both a sharp look as Y/N took a shuddering breath.

"I-I don't know. I was just so upset, about everything, ya know? And - I don't know what happened! It was too much, I couldn't take it. And I could feel my body heating up, but I couldn't stop it like a normally do. It just kept heating and my hands were glowing. And my chest was tightening, I couldn't breathe. The more I thought about how upset and scared I was, it kept getting worse until I couldn't take it. I don't know what happened! I don't know what happened!" She repeated the phrase over and over and over, and the male Avengers blinked for a minute, not able to comprehend how to help the girl having a mental breakdown in the bathroom with a hole in the wall.

"Hey, it'll all be okay. You're fine now, everything is fine." Steve told her, and she shook her head, and stood, making the other Avengers stand pack, Thor tripping and almost falling out the hole in the wall.

"Everything isn't fine though!" Y/N yelled. A burst of heat radiated off her, and the Avengers gasped as they sucked in the cold air that was filtering through. "Everything isn't fine because Peter hates me and so I lost the love of my life! It would hurt worse if you stabbed me!" At the last part, another heat wave was sent out of her, and the Avengers began gasping again at the heat filling the air.

"Let's just go to sleep, alright? It's getting late." Steve said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Great idea. Let's go. Y/N, you can sleep in here tonight. We'll move you to a temporary room when the people come to fix," Tony lead off for a moment, blinking at the hole in the wall for a few moments. "That."

Everyone walked out of the bathroom as Thor and Steve helped Y/N up and to her bed. They tucked her in as older brothers do, making Y/N feel less alone. She was asleep with exhaustion before the boys had even left the room.

~

"Boss, there is a fire in Miss L/N's room." Tony chuckled, his sleep deprived brain not working on anything except the project in his hands.

"There's always a fire in Y/N's room." Tony turned to yell at Dummy as he knocked the coffee over on the bench, but he never got the chance.

"Her bedding and mattress is on fire. It is spreading to her nightstand."

"Oh, shit!" Tony was dropping his project and running out of the room as soon as FRIDAY had finished speaking. He came first to Steve's door, which he barely slowed down to bang on.

"Y/N's setting shit on fire!" He didn't wait to hear if the captain had woke up, hoping he would spring to action. His thoughts were answered when the door was swung open and it didn't shut. Steve quickly passed Tony, but both were stopped when another door in front of them opened.

"Y/N's in trouble." Wanda said, hair in braids. Both men screamed, Tony falling to the ground almost as fast as he began scrambling up.

"What the hell are you idiots waiting for?" Natasha asked, her hair in a half French braid. Only half, though, because the bottom half was already falling out. It seemed Natasha and Wanda were braiding each other's hair.

The four of them ran to Y/N's room, Steve being the first to make it to the room. He opened the door, looking around.

"Y/N?" He screamed, but he couldn't see her. All he could see was the fire on the bed that had now spread to the nightstand.

"Stop! No!" Y/N's voice was heard. It seemed to be coming from the fire, so Wanda ran towards it at the protests of the other Avengers.

"Y/N? Come on, we gotta get out of here!" Natasha yelled as she came into view. She was sitting on the bed, fire licking her face, as she held something in her hands. It was melting though, and she was screaming.

"Let the picture go!" Wanda yelled.

"FRIDAY, deploy fire measures!" Tony yelled. Water began to pour from the ceiling.

"Get out of the way!" Thor was bustling into the room now, and he began to point the fire extinguisher and shoot.

"Shit, dude!" Tony yelled as everyone coughed. In a matter of seconds, everyone was drenched. The water went out as the fire began to die down. Y/N's clothes were hanging off of her, burned. She didn't seem to care, though. She was crying, holding something tightly. When Steve made his way to her, she was holding the burned remains of a picture. The frame had melted, but it was because of her hands, not the fire.

"How did this fire start?" Thor asked, dropping the fire extinguisher to the ground with a thud.

"I had a dream." Y/N whispered, tears rushing down her cheeks. The frame began to melt more, and Steve quickly pulled it out of her hands before she accidentally trapped herself with the metal. He looked at the picture, the glass from the frame broken, leaving pieces of it smoldered. It was obviously a picture of Y/N and Peter, but Steve couldn't tell where they were or what was going on in the picture.

"You caused the fire?" Natasha asked, arms crossed as she looked at the burned bed and nightstand.

"I didn't mean to!" Y/N hugged herself as she began to sob, and the Avengers were left blinking. Normally, when something like this would happen, they would call Peter. But they definitely couldn't do this now, as the entire tower may spontaneously combust. Also, Y/N had never set anything on fire in her sleep, so that was new.

"Let's go to one of the guest rooms. I'm sure this was a one-time thing. Don't sweat it." Tony said, and they all made their way to their respective rooms to sleep.

~

It was not a one-time thing.

Y/N set the guest room on fire the next night. This time, Bruce and Bucky were the ones who had arrived in her room first. She was sitting on the bed, crying. Fire engulfed her, and it seemed like she didn't even know she was doing it.

"She's still asleep." Bruce told Bucky as Steve came running in. Thor and Tony followed quickly, the former already spraying the fire extinguisher as he ran in. It was no use though, because Y/N was still dreaming, still creating the fire. It was decided that Bruce would kindly wake her up, and then they could put out the flames.

However, Y/N swung out and lightly burned three marks across Bruce's cheek.

"Why can't we just call in Peter? He's always been able to calm her down." Bucky asked, crossing his arms. He was over all of this bullshit, not understanding why the two couldn't just kiss and make up. They seemed to like each other enough.

"Peter's the reason these are happening." Tony said, looking at Bucky as if he hadn't understood what 1+1 is.

"Exactly! Let him deal with it." Bucky explained. Steve shook his head.

"She's one of us. We have to take care of her." Steve stared at the fire, not sure what to do now. All his brain could think about was calling for Peter, but that obviously wasn't a good option. The two were avoiding each other like the plague, and when they did happen to see each other, the room would get hotter and Peter's hands would start to stick to everything he touched.

"Hate to say it, but I'm almost with Manchurian Candidate. Calling in the kid would solve all our problems."

"Or make them worse." Bruce said, not seeming to care too much about the marks that adorned his face.

"She burned you, Bruce. Literally. This is bigger than us." Tony defended.

"Or smaller, because that kid is tiny."

"Are we all forgetting there is a fire?" Thor broke up the discussion. The Avengers all turned back to the bed, and now that they were paying attention they noticed that Y/N had started sobbing.

"This is a problem for the spider." Bucky mumbled.

"He's probably stuck to his sheets right now. His power's been acting up too." Tony fired back. They all took a step back as they watched the fire rage on. There really was nothing they could do now.

"Move out of the way." Natasha's voice was heard. The boys turned around to see her standing in her suit, zipped all the way up and hair braided out of the way. She quickly got in and woke Y/N up, and then Thor put out the fire.

"Nothing to see here. Go get your beauty sleep." Natasha waved the boys out of the room before whispering 'amateurs' under her breath. She led Y/N to her room, knowing the girl wouldn't be able to sleep.

~

The Avengers had gone three days without a fire. Tony had begun to make a fully fireproof room, but it seems he just needed the girl to have a day or two to grieve. She was fine in the new guest room.

Except she wasn't. Every night, she would sneak out of her bed and go to the common room. She made coffee and watched scary movies so that she wouldn't be able to sleep, because thinking about Peter was obviously the problem. While she was awake, she could keep herself from thinking about him. But while she was asleep...

His hands on her body. His kisses on her lips. The words he would whisper to her. Their fingers intertwined. The way he broke her heart, ripped it straight out of her chest and ripped her heart in half in the most brutal way

Her hand burned a mark into the couch cushion. Y/N looked around, shook her hand to cool it off, and then flipped the cushion over.

So maybe she wasn't as good at not thinking about Peter as she thought.

Makeup was a permanent dust under her eyes, and she always had coffee with her no matter where she went. She caught small naps here and there, but made sure to set her alarms for an hour after she fell asleep, not long enough for her to have a dream and set the room on fire.

Training sessions were hard, but they could be worse. She hasn't had to train with Peter yet.

Yet. Today was the day though, and Y/N knew it as soon as she saw Steve's apologetic look in the training room.

"You need to spar with him eventually." Steve mumbled as Y/N put on the protective wraps which kept her from burning things.

"Don't you think there's a reason why I haven't set things on fire in days?" Y/N asked, not looking up.

"Because you aren't sleeping?" Natasha muttered at her other side. Y/N jumped, making Nat smile.

"I am sleeping." Y/N defended, moving to wrap her other hand.

"Not long enough to have dreams, which is why you haven't set anything on fire." Damn. Y/N hated living with spies.

"Well, nothing has been on fire, so," Y/N angrily ripped her tape, throwing it back in the bin.

"I'm getting deja vú." Sam said, and Y/N reached to light fire in her hands. Her tape stopped her from doing so, however, so she angrily glared.

"Alright, get on the mat." Natasha yelled. Peter and Y/N got on the map, neither of them looking at each other. Y/N picked at her tapes as other Avengers acted like they were working out when they were really only there to watch the fight. "No powers, alright? This is hand to hand combat."

"We have our powers in hand to hand combat on a mission." Peter pointed out. Y/N looked up, but not at him.

"Would you like me to unwrap my hands, then? Light a fire?"

"No. Three, two, one, fight!" Tony counted them off, not giving them room to argue. The two put their hands up, getting ready.

"I know you want to punch me." Peter spoke first.

"Don't taunt me. It doesn't take much for me to get hot." Y/N finally looked into his eyes. "I'm sure you already know that, though."

"I'm not trying to taunt you." Peter sounded exhausted.

"I don't want to do this." Y/N complained, dropping her arms. Before she could respond, she was hit across the face. It was silent as she fell back a couple steps, one hand coming up to her cheek, which was definitely bruised.

"Do you wanna do this now?" Peter asked, and Y/N looked up at him.

"I can't believe I ruined my bed sheets for you!" Y/N screamed, lunging at him. Peter dodged it, but she grabbed his leg, bringing him down.

"Is that some kind of innuendo?" Peter asked, but the second he took to say something, Y/N was on top of him, arm pressing against his throat.

"Tap out." She muttered, face close to his. Her body was starting to heat up, which was a rare occurrence. Usually, her hands would get hot and they would be the ones to set things on fire or, as of recently, project her heat to decimate a wall.

"You know I last longer than this." Peter choked out. Before she knew what he was doing, he grabbed her arm that was braced by his head and wrapped his leg around her corresponding leg, making her fall against him. The room seemed to still, but then they were rolled over and Peter was now on top. "Can we talk?" Y/N looked around, seeing all the other Avengers now openly staring.

"About what?" Y/N whispered, trying not to cry. She bucked her hips up, then turned to her side and shrugged herself up and away from Peter. She hooked a thigh around his neck, so that now her body was above him, meaning he couldn't flip them over unless he used his powers.

"You can't run away from me forever." Peter told her. She tightened her leg, and Peter inhaled deeply. Y/N began thinking of Peter, all the things he said to her before. He gave blood to her when it almost killed him, and then decided to put her at second best. Peter began hitting the mat, but Y/N couldn't hear him. She was too stuck in her own brain, in her own thoughts.

"Y/N! Stop!" Steve yelled, but she still wasn't paying attention. A couple Avengers came over and started to pull her away, but she was burning. Sam and Bucky grabbed her wrists where the special tape was, pulling her away from Peter. Only when she was pulled away did she realize that she was out of it.

"You're burning up!" Sam yelled.

"No I'm not!" She fought back. "Only my hands get hot. That's the way it's been for years, and that's the way it'll always be!"

"I know what your burns feel like." Peter said, rubbing at his throat. Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized that she had really just burned Peter.

"Why didn't you tap out?" Y/N cried, fear seizing her. This had to be why Peter broke up with her. Of course she was the reason. He had to of noticed she was getting out of control before now.

"I was!" Peter defended, face upset.

"Oh my God." Y/N whispered, not able to look at anyone. This was not only embracing, but upsetting. She had hurt Peter, which, as much as she was upset with him, she never wanted to hurt him. She was a liability.

"No you aren't." Steve said, and oh shit, she said that out loud.

"I think I need to go, um," Y/N couldn't finish her sentence as she stood.

"Wait," Peter started to say, but then an alarm went off before anyone else could speak.

"What is that?" Y/N asked as the alarm stopped.

"It's an alarm Fury made me put in, just incase he needed us quickly. Tasha is probably calling him right now." Tony said, gesturing to Natasha, who was on the phone already in the corner.

"Why have we never heard it?" Peter asked.

"Because you're children." Bucky said, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. It was silent, which made everyone uncomfortable. Normally, Peter and Y/N would begin fighting the older Avengers together, but today it didn't seem like either of them wanted to. Everyone waited in the awkward silence for a moment, until finally Natasha got off the phone and jogged back to the group.

"Fury says this one is big, all hands on deck." Natasha said quickly. Everyone nodded, different 'tough guy' poses around the circle/oval/square/rectangle they had formed.

"So, what? Old Hydra base? What else needs all hands on deck?" Steve asked. Natasha shrugged.

"Tell us on the plane. We gotta go, though. Get suited up. If you can't get in your suit in five minutes, bring it with you or you will be left behind." Tony said, and everyone immediately left.

~

"Maybe you should talk to Peter." Wanda said. Y/N and Wanda sat together on the quintet, while everyone else finished getting into their suits. They had been briefed a couple minutes ago; they were on their way to a Hydra base. They had all been given their assignments, and Y/N and Peter were in charge of getting the information. Although there had been some argument over this, about whether or not the two would be able to work well together, let alone at all. But Y/N and Peter wanted to impress the Avengers too much to let their personal relations get in the way of their chance to show themselves.

"That's a horrible idea." Y/N said. The thrumming of the jet was enough to make her voice quiet enough so no one else could hear.

"It isn't. He's in love with you, and this will be a hard mission. You need to trust each other." Wanda told her. Y/N glared.

"You're in love with a machine." Y/N mumbled. To her astonishment, Wanda laughed.

"You can't hide things from me, Y/N. I know you love us." Wanda pushed her jokingly, which brought a smile to the younger one's face.

"I didn't mean to break up with her." Peter groaned on the opposite side of the ship.

"It seemed like you did while you were fighting." Sam said, smirk on his face.

"You don't know anything about that." Peter grumbled.

"We heard the whole damn thing." Bucky groaned, head back against the headrest in exhaustion.

"We weren't that loud."

"You were always 'that loud.'" Sam sighed, leg bouncing.

"What did you mean to do?" Bucky asked after a moment.

"What?" Peter and Sam turned to look at him.

"You started a fight with the most hotheaded woman I have ever known of, literally, and your reasoning wasn't even that good. So, if you weren't trying to break up with her, what was your idea?" Bucky explained. Peter blinked as Sam smirked.

"Don't tell me you didn't have an idea, Spidey. I just wouldn't believe it." Sam taunted. Peter elbowed him in the ribs a little harder than necessary.

"I had an idea! I wanted her to understand. This isn't the first time we've had this fight." Peter mumbled the last bit, to which Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, we know."

"I was tired of having the same fight over and over again." Peter continued, acting like he hadn't heard Sam.

"Then maybe you should actually listen to each other. Just a thought." Bucky shrugged.

"We listen to each other!" Peter shouted. When a couple Avengers turned their heads, Peter slunk in his seat a bit.

"Do you even know why she was upset with you?" Sam asked. Peter scoffed.

"She wanted me to stop being Spider-Man."

"No, she wanted you to pay more attention to her. You probably didn't even know that her body is starting to heat up like her hands." Sam shook his head. Peter turned to him, and the men sat in silence for a couple minutes.

"But she didn't even know that until today. No one did." Peter was sure that this was the first time anyone had noticed her problem was today. Everyone looked so shocked, including herself.

"But if you had been with her, don't you think you may have realized it four days ago when she started accidentally setting things on fire?" Sam asked. Peter's eyes widened.

"She lost control?"

"She made a hole in the wall with her powers. Where have you been?" Bucky informed him. Peter began shaking his head, not able to believe the two men next to him.

"She's never lost control, though. She - something's not right." Peter began to stand, but the jet began its descent at the same time, causing Peter to sit back down.

"We're about to land. As soon as we touch down, it's game on." Tony said.

"Obviously something's not right." Bucky mumbled, referring to their former conversation.

"No, you don't understand, I have to talk to her." Peter was standing as they touched down, making everyone lurch. Peter fell to the ground, quickly getting back up as everyone was leaving.

"We don't have time for that right now. You're Avengers, act like it. No personal business until we're back here." Clint said. But Peter was walking over to Y/N already.

"After, kid. You need to think about the mission." Tony stopped Peter. The boy looked up at his mentor with big eyes and fear adorning his face.

"Mr. Stark, she created a blast and decimated a wall!" Peter cried. When he looked around again, he realized that everyone was already gone. "She's not okay."

"She'll be fine for the mission. She is obviously more than capable of defending herself." Tony told Peter. Peter shook his head. He had a bad feeling about this.

~

"We get in, plug the device in, and get out." Y/N said, trying to fill the silence as the pair snuck through the building.

"You don't have to fill the silence. We're supposed to be quiet." Peter teased. He regretted it when he saw Y/N's face fall.

"Sorry." Peter immediately regretted saying anything at the sad sound of her voice. He wanted desperately to speak to her, to make up with her, but he couldn't jeopardize the mission. There would be plenty of time to talk after the mission.

It would be easy.

Peter and Y/N walked slowly through the hallways, listening to the others speak through their ear pieces.

"There's someone coming." Peter said as they walked down a long hallway. There were no doors until the fork, but that must have been where Peter was hearing the footsteps.

"What do we do?" Y/N whispered, fear enrapturing her voice. There was no where to hide, and they were too far away to fight the guard without them potentially notifying others.

"Hang on tight and please don't burn me." Peter whispered. Before Y/N could say something, Peter grabbed her around the waist and flung the both of them up onto the ceiling. Y/N shook as she tried to hold onto Peter, so he flipped the two around so that Peter was sticking to the ceiling by his hands and feet, Y/N resting against him. She could now hear the marching of the guard, and she almost held her breath.

clack clack clack

"Are you alright?" Y/N whispered. She felt bad for putting all her weight on Peter, but hopefully his super strength meant he wasn't struggling as much as she was. She was really close to Peter; scratch that, she was almost merged to Peter, their bodies so close that his made her heart race. She felt her cheeks heat up and mentally cursed as she wrapped herself tightly around Peter. The ground was actually much farther down than she had originally thought, and she could only hope the guard wouldn't see them.

"You're heating up." Peter whispered, shifting slightly. The footsteps were getting closer, and Y/N buried her face into Peter's shoulder without thinking. She didn't want to watch the guard pass by them or shoot them off the ceiling.

clack clack clack

"I'm sorry." She muttered, but held on tighter.

"Y/N, you're way too warm right now. You need to calm down." Peter whispered. Y/N shut her eyes tightly.

"I can't." She whispered.

clack clack clack

The guard was getting closer.

"What do you mean?" Peter's voice was low, and Y/N suppressed a shutter.

clack clack clack

"I mean, I can't control it." She whispered, air barely leaving her mouth. Peter could feel her body and breath burning him, but the guard was right under them.

clack

clack

clack

He was right underneath them.

Peter was struggling. Y/N was burning him, and he wished they had thought to make her whole suit fireproof instead of just her gloves. Of course, no one had known before she could do more than just throw fireballs and heat her hands. Occasionally, she could heat her body, but it always went down very quickly. Nothing had ever stayed.

clack

clack

clack

"Please chill." Peter begged quietly. Y/N loosened herself, but she was still pressed against Peter. Her heart was racing, fear and something else making her heat up.

"I'm so sorry." Y/N said, focusing all her energy into cooling down.

clack clack clack

The guard was almost gone, and that was lucky, because Peter couldn't hold on anymore. He put an arm around her smoldering body, and dropped to the ground silently. The two parted and sneaked down the hallway.

"I didn't mean to heat up, Peter. I-I can't control it anymore." Y/N mumbled as they ran the rest of the way. There was finally a window in the room they were getting the data from. Y/N looked down, surprised to see how high up she was.

"What happened?" Peter asked as he plugged the device into one of the computers. She wasn't sure how Peter knew which one to plug in, as there were multiple in the room they were in.

"What?" Y/N turned to face him, and he was looking at her, leaning on a table as he waited for the computer to upload. Y/N wished she could see his face, but he still had his stupid mask on.

"How come you can't control your powers. You've always been able to control them. Well, except when you would get intense emotions. But you're normally great on missions." Peter said. Y/N sighed, looking down.

"Every emotion the past couple days has been monumental." She mumbled. She could feel herself starting to heat up at the thoughts of her and Peter flooding her mind.

"Y/N, I never meant to hurt you."

"Yes you did." Y/N tried not to yell. They were still on stealth.

"You can't say that. You don't know." Peter sounded broken. Y/N shook her head as she felt the fabric of her suit heat up.

"I do know. I remember every word that came out of your moth that day." Y/N's voice was rising.

"I still love you. And I'll love you no matter what." Peter told her. Y/N could feel herself warming up. Could feel the tightness she felt a couple days ago in her bedroom. Before she could say anything, there was shouting from outside the room. The door opened, and guards came in. Her body was bordering painful now as all the heat was trapped.

"Get down and cover your eyes." Y/N said, standing in front of Peter.

"What?"

"I said get down!" She yelled. Suddenly, the air was sucked out of her chest, and her body felt too warm. The heat needed to go somewhere.

So she released it at the guards.

A blinding light and the warmest wind Peter has ever felt rushed through him. When he lifted his head, Y/N was on the ground and a whole half of the tower was missing. A loud sound came from below, and the remaining building Peter and Y/N were in began to shake.

"Y/N, Peter, give me your location. I'm gonna pick you up." Sam said through the coms.

"Y/N's knocked out, she caused the flash." Peter said, rushing to her.

"Oh shit, she did it again." Tony said.

"Again?" Peter practically shrieked. He tried to touch Y/N's body, but her suit was melting off. She seemed to be waking up, though. The building shook again, and Peter cried out as he grabbed Y/N, still burning.

"Peter?" Y/N groaned. Her suit was no longer crumbling off her body, but Peter still couldn't grab onto her. "Peter, you gotta get out here." She sighed, moving around slightly.

"Not without you." Peter cried, and Y/N tried to get up. "I love you." The grimace Y/N had on wasn't making Peter too happy. They had to get out of the building.

"I'm outside the building. You need to come out one at a time." Sam said. Peter looked out to see Sam landing.

"Come on, let's go." Peter tried to haul Y/N up. She was still burning. But Peter endured it. The building shook again, and it was obvious that the building was about to fall at any minute. Peter let out a groan as Y/N's limbs burned into him. The building shook again, and the two fell to the ground. Peter pulled Y/N back up, crying out as she burned him. He wouldn't give up though.

"Peter," Y/N sighed as Peter tried to push Y/N to Sam. She pushed him first, however, toward Sam. "You think you can treat me like garbage, break my heart and then walk right back in and I'd still love you?" tears streamed down her face as she pushed Peter at Sam, far enough away that he couldn't grab at her. The building shook, and she fell to the ground. "You're right."

"Don't do this!" Peter yelled, but then the building was falling and Y/N with it. "Stop! We have to grab her!" Peter screamed at Sam. He was flying away, though, and Y/N was falling with the building.

"She's gone, Peter. I can't grab her, we have to go!" Sam yelled, and now the two were fighting in the air. Sam grabbed onto Peter tightly, but he was still wriggling. "I need back up!"

Peter began to slip and fall, and although Sam tried to grab him, he couldn't catch up. Luckily, out of nowhere, Tony flew by and grab the spider.

"We'll find her, but we can't lose you both." Tony said as Peter crunched up to punch at Iron Man's hand. The older man had a grip on Peter by his foot, and they finally hit the ground. "Don't make me hit you!" Peter ran toward the building. Well, what was left of the building. He hoped she was still there, still breathing. She destroyed a whole floor, a building couldn't take her out. She was too strong for that.

She couldn't die. Not while she didn't know that he still loved her.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader angst #peter parker #peter parker angst #spider man x reader angst #spider man imagine #spider man #spider man x reader

[lyssismagical]

i know how much it matters to you

@friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @call-me-coley !!!

Irondad Fic Exchange for Call-Me-Coley !! Sorry it's so so late, life got in the way I'm very sorry, hope you enjoy anyway!!

Peter Calls Tony “Dad” & Avengers Think Peter is Tony's Son

Hurt/Comfort

TW: None idk daddy issues, arguing, swearing a little, miscommunications

It’s a miscommunication.

Somewhere along the lines, Peter started thinking of Tony as his… father-figure. It’s not his fault, really, it’s Tony’s. Why would he do things like check over his homework, take him out for ice cream, invite him to stay at the tower every other weekend for takeout and movie nights, if he didn’t want to be thought of like that.

He’s over at the tower for one of his weekends, for father-son bonding as May had said when he’d said Tony wanted to watch Scream that night, but it would be the fourth weekend in a row in which he lost to Peter’s movie suggestion.

Nothing’s out of the ordinary. They’re eating pizza on the couch, Peter’s already in his pajamas, Ferris Bueller is playing on the TV – Peter had originally suggested Clueless but Pepper couldn’t join them until the second movie and she wanted to see that one with them – and Peter’s rambling about his and Ned’s most recent Lego set they’d completed. It’s the perfect Movie Night.

And then Captain America steps out of the elevator.

Of course, Peter knew that Tony was talking to Steve, trying to mend their mistakes. He even knew that there was supposed to be a meeting on Monday. Tony hadn’t wanted to keep it from Peter, despite wanting to keep him out of it.

Tony straightens, setting his slice of pizza down in the box. Within a fraction of a second, his expression goes from the soft, proud, happiness he’d had looking at the photos Peter had taken of Ned and their Lego, to calm, cool and collected.

Peter isn’t so graceful, fumbling for the remote to pause the movie and running a hand through his hair, further mussing his curls, eyes going unbelievably wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

Captain America looks just as flustered which makes Peter feel just a fraction better.

“I’m sorry, this is a bad time,” Steve says slowly.

“It’s okay!” Peter says, tugging his sleeves over his hands. “I can go to my room for a bit and you guys can talk, it’s okay, I’ve seen this movie like a thousand times before and I was more excited about Clueless, anyway, and Pepper won’t be back for another hour. I should probably call Ned, too, so we can talk about the upcoming English presentation.”

Tony catches his elbow as he goes to stand up. “You sure, kid? This is your weekend.”

Peter looks over Tony’s expression carefully, trying to find any hint of desperation, a reason to kick Steve out, but all he finds is an apologetic calm.

“It’s fine, really.” He tries for a smile. “Is it cool if I take…”

He trails off, one hand gesturing awkwardly at the pizza box.

Tony huffs out a laugh. “I might be a billionaire but you’re going to eat me out of house and home, kid.”

Peter pouts childishly. “I’m a growing teenager.”

“Take it, go, we won’t be more than half an hour, promise.”

He hops to his feet, picking up his phone and pizza box. He turns to the captain. “FRIDAY’s listening, so if you say something stupid, I will kick your ass.”

Steve doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man, but his eyes go wide, like he really is scared of a scrawny teenage boy hurting him. “Sure thing, son.”

It’s not his fault that he overhears. It’s not his fault that he has superhearing. It’s not his fault that Steve doesn’t know that.

So, around the corner and halfway down the hall, he hears Steve say, “How old is he?”

Peter freezes, fearing he’d been caught in his Spider-Man secret, but Tony’s voice give away any nerves. “Sixteen.”

“Wow,” Steve says. “How long have you…”

“Just over a year.”

“You didn’t say that you had a kid.”

Tony chokes. “I- What?”

“A kid. He was yours, right?”

“No!” Tony gasps. “God, no. It’s not- He’s not- I… He’s an intern, that’s all.”

Peter’s chest tightens. That’s all.

And as though he hasn’t already dug himself a hole, Tony keeps going, “You think I could be parent, Cap? That’s funny. I don’t want kids, never have, never will.”

God, he sounds like it would be the worst thing under the sun to be Peter’s dad. He’s been kidnapped, tortured, nearly killed time and time again, and yet he makes it sound like being Peter’s dad would be worse than all of that.

Peter closes himself in his room before he can hear anymore. He shouldn’t have assumed Tony would want to be thought of that way, it’s clear he blew things out of proportion, he’s just an intern, a superhero-in-training, a liability. He knew that from the start, he just figured with how much their relationship has grown, maybe there would be the possibility for more.

A liability. An intern. That’s all.

*

“Hey, kid, sorry about that, there’s going to be a proper Avengers meeting tomorrow and Cap had some questions, but it’s all been sorted. Pepper should be back in- Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

“I think I might turn in early, if that’s okay. I’m really tired.”

Tony frowns, hands twisting. “What’s going on, kid? Was it Steve? I know it’s weird for him to-”

“It’s not him! I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate too fast.”

Tony doesn’t look convinced but he nods anyway. “Okay, Roo, but if you need anything or if there���s something on your mind, you know where to find me, okay?”

And for a moment, he can picture it. Picture Tony actually thinking of him as his kid, like he’s family. Picture Tony coming to parent-teacher nights at Midtown, being proud of Peter’s half-decent grades and Academic Decathlon standing, boasting to the other parents that his kid is going to go far.

But he remembers the disgust in Tony’s voice at the thought of being Peter’s dad, and his shoulders curl in a little further.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you in the morning. Night.”

He turns away before Tony can saying anything more. He’s a bad liar and every second talking to him is another second Tony gets closer to finding out the truth. If anything could ruin their precarious relationship, it’s Tony finding out how Peter feels about him.

*

“I don’t need a father figure!” Peter says, mid-rant to Ned the next day. He needed an excuse not to spend time with Tony all day, so he invited Ned and MJ out for coffee. He had spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about what Tony said, how he said it, what that meant.

Ned coughs to try and cover his laugh, and Peter pouts at him.

“You have massive daddy issues, Peter,” MJ says with a nonchalant shrug. “I say that from a place of love as someone with similar mommy issues.”

“That doesn’t mean I should drag Mister Stark into my problems.”

“I still can’t believe he said that!” Ned gasps. “Say it again, word-for-word.”

“He said I hate kids, I would never be a parent, especially not to Peter.”

Ned and MJ roll their eyes in sync, they’ve both been around Peter long enough to have identical reactions to his behaviour. Peter huffs into his hot chocolate.

“Peter, dude, listen, you’re completely blowing it out of proportion. He probably only said that because Captain America was there. You can’t say that you haven’t lied because you’re flustered.”

Peter huffs again. “I don’t need a father figure! I don’t need him to be anything more than he’s already been for me. He’s Tony Stark. And I’m, you know, me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ned says. MJ’s drawn a tic-tac-toe board on her napkin, he has no idea where she got a pen from, and she’s passing it to Ned.

“I’m… I’m a nobody. Without the mask, I’m just a kid with good grades and no money and who gets bullied by a kid with the name Flash.”

MJ rolls her eyes again. She’s winning the game of tic-tac-toe. “I’m not here to listen to you fish for compliments.”

“I’m not!” Peter whines. “I just need to know how to stop thinking of him as anything more than a begrudging mentor.”

“You can’t,” she deadpans. She finally looks up from the tic-tac-toe game she’s won. “He wouldn’t have personalized a room for you down the hall from his own if he didn’t want you around. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.”

Peter finishes off his hot chocolate. “He’s going to be at an Avengers meeting tonight so I have a while to mull it over, I guess.”

“Dude! You’re an Avenger!”

Peter freezes. Oh shit.

*

“You’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

Tony levels him with a disbelieving look, straightening his own tie before turning back to Peter. “You’re just going to be there as my intern who helps with Avengers weaponry and other things, so that’s why you’re there. You can offer drinks, you can’t drink anything with alcohol and you’re limited to one carbonated drink, you can snack all you want but if you’re uncomfortable, I will be ordering take-out after it’s all done. I just want you there so you can hear what’s discussed, there’s no pressure to tell the team about your identity.”

“That’s not why I’m nervous.” He doesn’t mean to say it, but he doesn’t want Tony to ramble about accommodations for the party.

“What’s making you nervous?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Peter blurts, “I’m a big fan of Doctor Banner’s work and I want to make a good impression.”

Tony lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Right.”

“I’m serious! He’s my second biggest idol.”

Tony’s mouth twitches. “Second?”

Before Peter has to face that embarrassment, Pepper knocks on the door. “Time to face the music, boys.”

Peter trails behind as Tony marches down a floor and into the conference room where the Avengers have congregated. Peter doesn’t have any fancy clothing and it was on short notice so Tony didn’t have time to get anything altered for him, so he’s wearing jeans with rips in the knees, a t-shirt that he tie-dyed when he was in middle school for Ned’s sister’s birthday party that’s a little too short for him to still be wearing, with his duct-taped sneakers. In comparison to Tony with one of his fanciest suits, Peter looks like a stray he picked up off the streets. The nerves seem to have overridden the exhaustion so he’s halfway to bouncing off the walls.

Peter knows they’ve seen each other in person since the incident but it still feels weird to see them all acting like friends and not like a high school reunion.

Eventually, conversation turns to him.

“This is my personal intern, Peter. He helps with Avengers tech, so he’s just here to learn who he’s making tech for, that’s all.”

That’s all.

And he knows Tony doesn’t mean it in a malicious way, but it feels like he’s been stabbed – and he would know, he gets stabbed just about every other week. He keeps his face as neutral as he can and he shifts nervously from foot to foot, one of his shoes squeaking.

He lifts a hand as a wave and his wrist trembles noticeably and when he shifts back on his feet, the duct tape holding the bottom of right shoe on peels a little. It’s entirely a reflex to lift his foot up to put the tape back in place and then everyone’s staring at him with wide eyes because his shoes are held together with tape.

“It’s, um, an honor to meet you guys.”

“How old are you?” Black Widow asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

“My friend’s a big fan of yours. Well, half-friend. I think. And I think she’s a fan. She’s very confusing when it comes to that kind of thing,” Peter says instead. He’s so nervous, fuck. He tries for a smile. “I’m sixteen.”

Natasha looks at Tony. “Tony Stark doesn’t have personal interns.”

“Well now I do. Anyway-”

“Did you know while this whole mess was going on?”

Steve shakes his head. “There’s no way.”

“Really? He just found out?”

“It’s a sensitive topic apparently.”

“Why would he bring him in here if it was sensitive?”

Natasha and Steve seem like they’re ready to discuss Tony and Peter’s relationship in front of them for as long as their hearts desire and Tony’s just watching, completely unamused but quiet, so Peter rolls his eyes and says, “He’s not my dad. I’m just his intern. That’s all.”

Tony frowns, turning on him. “What’s with the tone?”

“I was just stating a fact. I’m your intern, I’m not your kid, that’s all.” He fights to keep his face impassive.

“Listen, son,” Steve starts in his high and mighty tone.

“I’m not your kid either!” If Peter knew he’d start raising his voice at Captain America, he would’ve found a way out of this. He tries to shake off his anger, but it’s the only thing protecting him from being upset and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he cries over this.

“Woah, okay, kid, let’s go,” Tony says, taking Peter by the shoulder and guiding him from the room. Peter goes willingly, pouting at the floor as he goes.

They go into a separate conference-type room, something like a living room except there’s a bunch of small targets scattered around the room. A few has arrows in them, all bullseyes.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing’s going on with me.” He gets defensive so much faster than he wishes he had, arms crossed over his chest and eyes stubbornly stuck on the floor. “I’m just a little tired.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Peter repeats resolutely. He lifts his foot to reattach the duct tape again, he’s going to have to redo the duct tape eventually.

Tony frowns at his shoes. “Will you let me buy you a new pair? Jeez, kid, how long have you had those?”

The truth is, probably three or four years now, but he’s not about to tell Tony that.

“I don’t need your money.”

“That’s not what I… Is that what this is about?”

“What?”

“Money. I can pay you for your internship, you know. I can figure out the paperwork with Pepper. You spend so much time here working anyways, you might as well get paid for it.”

Peter’s jaw drops open. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.

“I’m not your employee!” Peter practically shouts. He doesn’t want to be upset about this, but every word out of Tony’s mouth just seems to make it worse. “I don’t want to be your employee.”

“I’ll be honest, I’m unbelievably lost right now, kid.” Tony does look genuinely upset and frustrated by his own confusion, and Peter would feel bad if it weren’t for the fact that Tony should understand, should see why his nonchalance to their relationship hurts him so much.

Peter crosses his arms, pouting down at the floor. “I’m not going to spell it out for you. If you don’t understand why I’m upset then clearly we’re nowhere near the same page and that’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Kid, listen, clearly something about me calling you my intern is upsetting you, but I don’t see why. You are my intern, aren’t you? I wasn’t about to tell the Avengers you’re in the Avengers Little League without your permission. What else was I supposed to say? That you’re just some kid?”

“Some kid,” Peter repeats. He swallows thickly, heart so heavy in his chest. “I’m just some kid to you?”

“You’re… I don’t know, Pete. You’re Spider-Man. I’m your mentor, isn’t that what I said? You’re my padawan, my ward.”

“I’m your responsibility,” Peter says. “I’m your liability.”

Tony frowns, eyebrows knitting together and forehead creasing. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant. I’m just… Some kid and I get it. I’m sorry for making this into more than what it was and being upset when it wasn’t. I’m just some kid. I’m just. Without the mask, I’m just nothing. And I get it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?”

Peter takes a deep breath and adjusts the webshooters on his wrists. “Nothing. Nowhere. I’m fine. I just- I’m going to ditch the rest of the meeting. I don’t want to ruin this whole reuniting moment of the Avengers. Not when I’m just some kid. I’ll see you later.”

Peter tries to push past him, ready to change into his suit and disappear before Tony can put the pieces together, but the older superhero grabs him by the elbow, stopping in his tracks.

“Peter, kid, you’re not just anything. I don’t know where you got it in your head that you’re nothing without the mask, but it’s not true. Is this about the jackass from school?”

“It’s not about Flash! It’s about you!” Peter says, letting out a breath. Even if he’s completely wrong about their relationship, the least he can do is explain why. It would be cruel to leave him in the dark if this is it, if this is what ruins everything between them. Tony’s not exactly a stable person, he’d overthink and destroy his mentality and esteem if Peter didn’t explain. He can’t do that. He shakes his head, pulling away from Tony’s hand. “It’s about you.”

“I need you to spell it out, Roo. I’m so confused. And I’m a genius.”

Peter cracks a sad smile before letting it drop. “When this started, I was just a liability. I was a dumb kid and you needed me for the fight in Germany and then you didn’t have a choice but to look out for me. But why take me out for ice cream and celebrate good grades and help me study for tests and have me over for the weekends and make a room for me and have movie nights together? Why do all that if I wasn’t…”

“Oh.”

One syllable and Peter knows it’s over. It’s done. He’ll have to say his goodbyes to his third father-figure. He’ll lose everything again.

Will Tony still let him use the lab to repair his suit? Will Tony still come save him if he finds himself bleeding out in an alleyway? Will Tony still write the letter of recommendation for MIT? Will he let Peter keep the suit? Will Peter lose everyone else too? The Avengers? Happy? Pepper? Karen?

“I’m sorry,” Peter says, crossing his arms over his body protectively, like giving himself a hug. “I just…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. It’s complicated.” Tony’s frowning in that way he did when he found out about the collapsed warehouse.

“You don’t want kids, you don’t see me that way, and I get it. If there’s anyway we could still be, you know, mentor and padawan as you put it, then I’ll forget about it, and if not… I get it. I can pack up the stuff I���ve left around here and get lost.”

“No! God, no, kid, that’s not what I want at all, either of those.” Tony huffs out another sigh. He sits in one of the chairs, head in his hands for a few moments. Finally, he looks up. “You are my kid, Peter. I just can’t be your dad.”

Peter frowns in confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s complicated?”

“Daddy issues?”

Tony laughs, shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Something like that, yeah.”

“You’re talking to the King of Daddy Issues, so if anyone would understand, it would be me.”

“My father wasn’t exactly a good person, Roo,” Tony explains quietly. “What’s considered a father to me is very different to what you’d consider a father. I’m… I don’t want to be him. If I consciously take on that role in your life, I’m scared I’ll turn into him without realizing it and you’re too good of a kid to go through something like that.”

Peter shakes his head emphatically. “You could never be him, Mister Stark.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve had some incredible parental figures in your life so far, kid, and there’s no way I could ever live up to them. I don’t know how to be a parent. I don’t know how to do the right things or be a role model or take care of myself let alone you.”

Peter laughs and then immediately feels bad for laughing. “Even if you didn’t think you were, you’ve been acting like a father-figure to me for months now. And not to feed into your ego anymore, but you’ve been doing a good job.”

“Yeah?”

Peter’s never seen him quite so insecure before.

“Yeah. Last week, you picked me up from school, listened to me ramble about everything and actually listened, bought fast food and ice cream, let me eat it in your crazy expensive car, helped me with my history homework, let me pick the movies for movie night, and let me put my cold feet under your leg. I don’t know how much more you think you need to do to be considered a good dad.”

Tony smiles softly. “It’s not hard when I have such a good kid.”

Peter laughs for a beat and then his smile drops and he swallows thickly, a wave of shame washing over him. “I’m really sorry for freaking out.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s- Daddy Issues, you know?”

“I do know, kid,” Tony says, another sad smile on his face, eyes somewhere far away. “And, listen, I need you to promise me that if I ever do something stupid like I did before, if I’m ever a jackass or oblivious or careless, I need you to just communicate with me. I’m clearly not very good with emotions and I’m new to this whole thing, so just talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”

“I will. And if you ever do anything stupid and don’t fix it, you’ll have both May and Pepper to deal with, so if that doesn’t keep you in line, you’re a lost cause.”

Tony winces dramatically. “God, kid, you have a lot of scary parents on your side.”

There’s a knock on the door and Pepper’s standing in the doorway, smiling fondly at them. “You boys ready to return to the meeting?”

“Ready,” Tony says.

They stand and Tony slings his arm around Peter’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his head. They follow Pepper back down the hall to the conference room where the Avengers are lounging.

Nat grins when she sees them. “Was I right?”

“You were right,” Tony says, ruffling Peter’s curls who smiles shyly. “My kid.”

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[spideykaiparker]

Field Trip Gone Wrong

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Warnings : slight angst, some fluff, terrible fight scene🤩

summary : Peter's Decathlon team was going on a Field Trip, on the way there, they encountered some trouble, leading to Peter revealing both of yours identities.

a/n : I'm so sorry this is really bad:( i kinda gave up on this halfway writing it, but decided to continue it. i promise i will come up with better fics than this one! also sorry for the horrible superhero name, i didn't know what else to name with the superpowers. English is not my first language, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

Peter's decathlon team was going on a field trip to some museum, Peter didn't really want to go, he didn't want to leave you alone, he wanted to stay with you, go on missions with you, but instead he's going on this field trip without you.

You were an avenger, you have telekenesis, pyrokinesis, and hydrokinesis. Tony recruited you after he found out that there was a new vigilante in queens. You have quite a bit of a reputation, and when he found out that you were around peter's age, he asked peter to convince you to join the avengers.

you were a bit reluctant at first, not really wanting to work with a team, much more comfortable with working alone, but after a bit of negotiating, you eventually agreed. Tony designed a new suit for you, it was similar to Black Widow's but yours is black, with some dark blue accents on the middle and on your arms, like this.

you usually go on missions with Peter, the both of you were quite the dream team, many people think that you both looked cute together, seeing you guys head to the crime scenes together is absolutely iconic, with peter swinging around buildings and you flying with your telekinesis.

shortly after you were recruited as an avenger, you and peter got closer to each other, then eventually leading him to ask you on a date, and from there bloomed a beautiful relationship.

~

"alright everyone, onto the bus!" Mr. Harrington said loudly clapping his hands. one by one, Peter's teammates filed into the school bus, with Peter and Ned following behind.

"dude! are you wearing your suit underneath?" Ned whisper-shouted when he saw something red poking out from underneath of his collar.

peter quickly moved to cover the exposed part, "shh! yes, I'm wearing it, just in case, i got this weird feeling when i was getting ready this morning." he explained quietly.

"oh you mean your peter tingle?" Ned asked as they moved to the back seats of the bus.

"please don't call it that" he exasperated, "but yes, my spidey-sense" he continued, shuffling inside the school bus.

"Awesome!" Ned exclaimed excitedly.

"no, not awesome, something could seriously go wrong today!" Peter whisper-shouted, throwing his hands to the air.

"okay okay, we'll keep a lookout for anything suspicious" Ned put his hands on peter's shoulder in an act of comfort.

peter sighed and slid down in his seat, wishing that this field trip will end quickly even though it has only barely begun.

throwing his head back on the seats, he decided to call you to check how you're doing and also maybe because he may or may not have missed you already.

Pulling out his phone, he searched through his contacts, eventually stopping on your name, 'Y/N💖' and your profile picture, a picture of you and peter cuddling on the couch, your face buried in his chest and his head resting on top of yours, while your arms wrapped tightly around each other.

He pressed the call icon, waiting for you to answer, after a few rings, you finally answered.

"hey pete, what's wrong?" he sighed in content when he heard your voice, wishing you were here by his side.

"nothing's wrong, i-i just... missed you" he stuttered out, feeling a bit embarrassed that he already missed you even if he just saw you more or less an hour ago.

"awee pete, you just saw me an hour ago" you cooed but really, you missed him too.

"i-i know, I'm sorry"

"noo don't say sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for, i missed you too, pete" you sighed out.

"t-that's great then" he hummed.

"but is there seriously nothing wrong?"

"well no, at least for now, but i got a weird feeling earlier, me and ned are on a lookout for anything suspicious" he explained, sitting back on his seat.

"okay, if anything happens, call me, okay?"

"yeah, of course" running a hand through his curly locks, his phone was suddenly snatched harshly by none other than Flash.

"what's up parker? you talking to your imaginary girlfriend?" he taunted, looking at the screen seeing your name and profile picture.

"give it back Flash" he stood up, making a move to grab his phone back, but Flash dodged his attempts.

"who's Y/N huh? did you pay someone to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

"what the fuck, Flash? that doesn't even makes sense, why would i do that?" peter exasperated, throwing his hands to the air.

"well i don't know, you're the one that did it, maybe you did it to make yourself look like less of a nerd" Flash continued taunting him.

"—peter? you there?" your voice rang out.

Flash pressed the phone against his ear, "hey! are you really peter's girlfriend?" he asked.

"uh.. yeah? why are you asking?" you were confused now, but then putting the pieces together, concluding that this was Flash, the guy who bullied peter all throughout highschool.

"did he pay you to say that?"

"what? no! why do you even care about peter so much— you're like, obsessed with him dude, are you sure you don't have a crush on him?" you retaliated back.

"ew! why would anyone even like him, I'm so much better than him—" he started, but got cut off by you.

"Oh really? what? you think just because you have money, you're much better than peter? what do you have besides money that makes you better than peter? oh right, nothing. and you bullying him doesn't make you even better. peter is so much better than you ever will be, he's smart, handsome, kind, and much more that I can't even count on my fingers. just because you have money, doesn't makes you better than anyone else." you spat, fed up by his behaviors towards peter, someone has to put him in his place.

Flash froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide, he's glad that he didn't put the call on loudspeaker or else that would make the situation even more embarrassing than it already is.

peter, because of his superhearing, heard every word that came out of your mouth, he's awestruck because of the fact that you defended him form Flash like that.

"w-whatever, peter is still a nerd anyway" he replied, not knowing what else to say, then quickly giving peter his phone back, going back to his seat, while you laughed wholeheartedly.

"oh my god, Y/N, that was awesome!" he beamed with a bright smile on his face.

"yeah, yeah i know I'm awesome"

he was about to reply, but turns out his senses were right, because suddenly, the school bus was forced to come to a halt. The bus was stopped by a group of men, three in total, each wearing masks that covers their whole face.

"—pete? you there?" you questioned, wondering why he suddenly got quiet.

"yeah, Y/N, i think my feeling was right, something did happen..." he trailed off.

"what's wrong pete?!" you demanded.

"i don't know, these guys just showed up out of nowhere, can you come here? i think i might need some help" he explained, scanning the situation.

"yeah, okay, I'll tell Mr. Stark too, okay? but i think he'll arrive a bit longer, i heard he had a business trip"

"okay, just get here as fast as you can" then he hung up, quickly texting you the address where they're at, then turning off his phone, because one of the guys climbed onto the bus and demanded that they got off the bus and followed them, pointing a gun at them.

slowly, he and his teammates got off the bus, leaving their stuff in the bus, they were at an empty road, they were guided to a large field not too far from the road.

the three men ordered them to kneel on the ground with their hands behind their backs.

peter was contemplating on what to do, if he tries to do something now, then his identity will be revealed, but at the same time, if he didn't do anything, his teammates are in great danger, he could wait for you to come, but who knows what will happen while waiting for you, and besides, they were pretty far away from the compound, so it will take a while for you to arrive.

one of the guys pointed a gun at Mr. Harrington and all of them gasped simultaneously, while the other two went back to the bus to grab their phones.

the two guys came back with the phones, but before they could dial anyone, peter suddenly stood up slowly, with his hands in the air. the guys immediately pointed their guns towards him.

his teammates looked at him like he was crazy, there's no way peter could do anything in this situation, but actually they're wrong, peter can do something, he doesn't care if it will reveal his identity, what's important is to protect his teammates.

'what are you doing?' ned mouthed to him, eyes wide, not actually thinking peter is going to do what he's thinking. But peter only replied by giving him a determined look.

"hey man... look we can talk this out, just put down the gun..." he trailed off, his middle and ring finger slowly coming down to press the buttons on his palms, his webshooters ready to shoot.

"hey! stand down! or else I'm going to shoot!" one of the guys commanded.

when peter didn't listen, the guy puts his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

just as he was about to pull the trigger, peter quickly shot his webs at two of the guys, taking their guns, while he kicked the other guy in the face, successfully knocking him out, peter webbed the guy to the ground so he doesn't get away when he wakes up.

his teammates gasped, seeing the webs, and how peter kicked, putting the pieces together, realizing that peter was spider-man.

the two guys immediately attacked peter but peter easily blocked their attacks, one of the guys aimed to punch his face, but peter ducked down, sliding his legs under the guy, so he tripped and fell down.

the guy who was tripped got back up and continued attacking peter, while the other guy sneaked up behind him, but before he could do any damage, you flew over and attacked the guy who was sneaking up behind peter, you picked up a rather large rock with your telekinesis, and threw it at the guy.

"hey! it's Kinetic-Girl!" one of peter's decathlon teammates exclaimed, while the other's just gasped, shocked to see another avenger so upclose.

"peter?!" you exclaimed, still fighting with the guy from before, as you saw peter fighting with the bad guys without his suit on.

"Y/N! oh my god I'm so glad you're here, i know you have a bunch of questions right now, but now is really not a good time" he said as he continued dodging and attacking the bad guy.

when peter successfully knocked the guy for a second, he quickly removed his clothes, revealing his suit underneath, his mask coming up to cover his face.

peter's teammates gasped as they watched the scene unfold infront of them, they could see what other people were talking about when they saw you and peter fighting together, both of you were absolutely iconic.

just as you finished taking out the guy you were fighting with, two other guys appeared out of nowhere and started attacking you, but this time you could feel that they were a lot more stronger than the other guys, you thought maybe they were enhanced as well.

peter came to you when he also finished defeating the guy he was fighting with and continued fighting with one of the new guys.

"hey! where did they came from?" he questioned as he dodged an attack.

"i don't know! they appeared out of nowhere!"

turns out, the guy you were fighting with had a knife in his jacket, he tried stabbing you, and you tried to use your telekinesis to throw the knife away, but it seems like the guy had an iron grip on the knife, because all it did was pulled his hand away from you for a second and then continued attacking you.

as you were fighting the guy, unfortunately you didn't notice another guy sneaking up behind you, which led to you getting stabbed from behind, right below your ribs.

"Y/N!" peter shouted when he saw you get stabbed, with a new found determination, he didn't hold back and fought the guy with all his might, punching and kicking him until he passed out, quickly webbing him to the ground and running over to you.

you gasped, as you looked back to your wound, carefully pulling out the knife, even though you know you're not supposed to do that, but you couldn't fight with a knife sticking out your back.

you continued to fight with the guy the best you can, but somehow the guy managed to stab you once again near your ribs, and once again, you pulled it out and continued fighting the guy, not wanting to stop until he's passed out.

peter also attacked the guy, but is seems like the guy was even stronger than the one he was fighting before, so it took a while for you two to successfully knock him out.

you used your pyrokinesis to light his clothes on fire, which caused him to stagger back a little, but that didn't stop him for good, as he stood back up and charged towards you.

but luckily peter was behind the guy, so he kicked the guy on the head, causing the guy to fall down, to which peter quickly sprayed him with a ton of webs so he couldn't go anywhere.

as soon as he was done with that, he quickly ran over to you, who was now feeling the effects of the stab wounds. you staggered a little, going over to peter.

his masked opened up, revealing his concerned face, then out of nowhere you lost your balance, to which peter thankfully caught you, due to his incredible reflexes.

both of you fell to the ground with peter cradling you on his lap, he removed your mask so you could breathe easier, removing the hair out of your face, then proceeding to caress your face, lightly tapping you cheeks to make you stay awake. he took his clothes that he took off earlier, then used it to gently press it against your wound to prevent any more blood loss.

"Y/N? c'mon Y/N please stay awake, please don't leave me, I'm gonna call Mr. Stark, okay? stay with me please" he pleaded desperately, his eyes tearing up.

his teammates watched with sorrow as peter desperately tried to make you stay awake, they felt the pain from peter's cries, they wanted to help him, but not knowing what to do.

"peter?... I'm sleepy..." you trailed off, your one of your hand coming up to put it on top of peter's, which was holding the cloth on your wound.

"no! Y/N, please, stay awake...!" he cried. his mask came up again to cover his face, he frantically ordered Karen to call Mr. Stark so he would get here quickly.

"Karen? call Mr. Stark please" his voice groggy, from crying.

"alright peter" came her reply.

after a few rings, Tony finally picked up.

"hey kid, what's up?" his voice rang out.

"Mr. Stark! please you have to come here quickly, Y/N! sh-she's... she's—" he choked out a sob, cutting off his words.

"what happened to Y/N, peter?!" Tony's worried voice rang out.

"sh-she got stabbed, please Mr. Stark, come here quickly" he pleaded in between his sobs.

"alright kid, I'm already on my way, okay? keep her awake"

"o-okay.." Tony hung up the phone.

his mask opened again, looking down at you, your eyes having a difficulty to stay open.

"Y/N?" he whispered.

"hm?..."

"please stay awake, i can't lose you" he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I'm not going anywhere, pete, though i do kinda feel sleepy, I'll just take a quick nap, okay?" you slurred out, eyes drooping, your breathing slowing down.

"no! please... don't close your eyes!" he desperately pleaded, holding you close to him.

just as your eyelids were about to give up, Iron Man suddenly flew by and landed right next to you and peter.

his masked opened up revealing his concerned face, he knelt beside you, gently taking you from peter's arms, carrying you bridal style.

"kid?" he said softly.

"Mr. Stark?" came your reply, your voice sounded so weak that he almost flinched.

"Mr. Stark! please hurry and save her!" peter butted in.

"right, uh, I'll see you in the compound, okay kid?" he said, beginning to fly away.

"o-okay Mr. Stark, please help her"

then Tony flew away, leaving peter with his wide-eyed decathlon teammates. They were all gaping at him, as if waiting for an explanation.

"uh..." peter trailed off.

then all of a sudden they began bombarding him with questions.

"since when were you Spider-man?!"

"was that your girlfriend?!"

"how did you became Spider-man?!"

"what?!"

the questions goes on and on, making peter overwhelmed by all of the shouting.

"hey!" the shouting stopped, "uh.. i would like to answer all of your questions, but not now, i really gotta check on my girlfriend, so please hold onto your questions for monday, until then, please don't tell anyone about this, or else Mr. Stark is going to do something, so for the sake of all of us, please keep your mouths shut about this" Peter explained to his teammates. "oh yeah, the cops will be here soon too, so don't worry about the bad guys, okay?" he added.

when he got a nod from one of them, he immediately took off, not forgetting to close his mask, then continued to shoot a web to a nearby building, swinging away from them, leaving his teammates with their mouths agape.

~

when he arrived at the compound, he immediately ran to the infirmary as fast as he could.

when he saw you laying down on one of the beds, he immediately thought the worse.

"Y/N!" he shouted, grabbing a few of attentions from the nurses there.

"shh!" someone suddenly appeared besides him. "calm down, she's just sleeping, luckily i got here on time, so it wasn't that bad" Tony explained to him, slightly calming him down.

"oh.. thank god" he released a relieved sigh, smiling while making his way to you. when he arrived besides you, he sat down on a chair next to your bed, gently taking your hands into his.

"oh yeah... i think i accidentally revealed mine and Y/N's identities to my decathlon teammates...?" it comes out as a question, not the way he intended it to be.

Tony raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean by you accidentally?" he asked, though he already knew what he meant, i mean it's pretty self explanatory.

"I'm sorry! i didn't mean to! i didn't know what else to do, i didn't want to risk my friends life just because i wanted to protect my identity, their life is much more important than my identity. And Y/N was having a difficult time breathing so i had to take of her mask" he explained, a sigh falling out from his parted lips, placing his elbows on your bed, running his hands down his face.

"well, what's done is done, i mean, you both were going to reveal your identities when you graduate highschool anyways, right? it's not too long from now, so for now they could sign NDA'S, and you wont be too burdened by it for long, because it's not too long until you graduate." Tony gives a solution, standing besides him, patting his shoulder.

"okay..." he felt slightly relieved, at least not too many people knew, he wished his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone about it.

"I'm proud of you kid, you did the right thing, don't think about it too much, okay?" Tony patted his shoulder once again, then went out of the room.

"okay..." he mumbled, even though he knew Tony wouldn't hear him.

he averted his eyes to you, staring at you, admiring you, he thought you looked so peaceful while sleeping, not being burdened by missions and the responsibility of being an avenger.

"staring is creepy you know" you suddenly muttered out, your eyes still closed, but feeling an intense stare at you.

"Y/N!" he gasped, "i was so worried about you, i thought you were going to leave me" he whimpered out, pressing a kiss onto your hands.

"hey, you can't get rid of me that easily you know" you joked, but inside you were feeling horrible, you should've been more careful, what kind of superhero are you? can't even dodge a knife.

peter laughed slightly, but still looking concerned. "how are you feeling?"

"like shit" you replied, a smirk forming on your lips.

you both laughed, but you couldn't help letting the thoughts back in, your laughter fading.

"hey, what's wrong?"

"nothing, i-i just— i was so bad out there, i couldn't even defend myself, letting myself getting stabbed two times, what kind of superhero i am, if i can't even defend myself, how can i even help other people like that, pete?" you exasperated, looking dejected.

"hey, hey, that wasn't your fault, you tried to defend yourself, but the guy was enhanced, you, couldn't do anything about it, and besides, you still helped my teammates back there, you know? you also helped me a lot, if you didn't show up, i don't know how I would've handled that" he gently took your face in his hands, wiping the tears that you didn't even know were there.

"thank you, i don't know what i would do without you" you managed to let out, too overwhelmed by the emotions you're feeling.

"anything for you, baby" he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"i love you"

"and i love you, Y/N"

you ushered him to hop on the bed with you, desperately wanting to cuddle with him, want to feel his warmth.

"are you sure?"

"yess, now get your ass here"

"geez, okay boss" rolling his eyes, he gently got on the bed, snuggling up besides you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, not wanting to touch your wound, in return, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest.

"oh yeah... i think i also accidentally revealed your identity to my teammates," he started, just as you were about to get mad, he continued, "—But! don't worry about it, i already talked to Mr. Stark, and he will have it sorted, they're going to sign NDA'S, and besides we're going to reveal our identity after i graduated highschool, so it's not too much of a burden" he continued his explanation.

you sighed, silently agreeing with him, because there's nothing you could even do, so you just accepted it, and continued cuddling up to him.

not long after, you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

~

monday came by, and peter was already dreading it, he didn't want to deal with his teammates shenanigans, but he has to do it unless he wanted his and yours identities revealed. his teammates already signed the NDA'S, right when they were back at school from the horrible field trip, but still, Peter was a little paranoid.

during school hours, his teammates just looked at him, like they're expecting something, sure it was annoying, but peter learned to get over it.

then finally, school was over, and it was time for Decathlon.

when he stepped foot into the room, he immediately got bombarded with a ton of questions from his teammates.

"woah woah! okay! one at a time!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"okay, anyone who has questions, raise your hands" almost immediately, everyone except Ned and MJ raised their hands.

"umm, you there, with the glasses" he pointed to a random student.

"how did you become Spider-man?"

"uh.. i got bit by a radioactive spider on the field trip to oscorp, and no, the spider is not alive." he answered.

"alright, next question, you" he pointed to another student.

"is Kinetic-Girl your girlfriend?"

hearing the question, a blush immediately formed on his cheeks, but he answered it nonetheless.

"uh.. yeah..." he answered shyly, rubbing his cheeks to somehow calm down his blushing.

"does the webs come out from you?"

"no, i made them"

"how long have you been dating Kinetic-Girl?"

"it's about to be two years next month"

"so do you really have an internship at Stark Industries?"

"well at first it was a cover up for... Spider-man, but then Mr. Stark actually made me his personal intern"

and the questions goes on and on, but peter answered every single one of them, not really minding it at all.

"uhm.. okay, that's all for the questions, once again, please don't tell anyone about this, you've all signed the NDA'S so you can't talk about this to anyone, keep it to yourselves, okay?" he ended the sudden QnA with that, hoping that his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone.

"and please don't treat me any different, just treat like you always do, like the nerd i am." he finished.

his teammates agreed with him, and with that, they continued the decathlon meet like any other day, the fact that peter is Spider-man, pushed away to the back of their minds, but some still shocked about the newfound information i.e Flash.

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I’ve been thinking about this for like a week sooooo pls consider this a smut prompt for u. Praise kink Bucky with dirty mouth Sam. I mean anywhere that’s not an active battle is grounds for Sam to whisper something filthy in Bucky’s ear, and it annoys the HELL out of everyone cause they know when it happens. You wanna know how they know? Bucky short circuits and his face is the color of raspberries and he’s practically in Sam’s lap whenever it happens

This is only a little smutty, sorry about that, but this got in my head and I had to write it! Also, ignore how this is 3 months late I hope you’re still here to read it, sorry!

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There's a little bit (and I mean a tiny bit) of feminization in here, so if that's not your jam, don't read!

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Everyone thinks Peter is a kid. Well, I mean, yeah technically he only just turned eighteen, and yeah technically he’s the youngest Avenger by, at the lowest, ten years, and, at the highest, by eighty years (?? how does that work??), but he’s not that naïve. He knows what’s going on.

It goes like this. The Avengers are in a (very important) meeting right after a battle, getting chastised on their dumbass risky plans, all of them yearning to get home and clean off the dust and sweat and blood from their bodies. Peter is sitting in one of the high backed twirly office chairs, trying desperately to focus on how they’ve been “very very bad”, and “a danger to the city”, and trying not to spin the chair around in circles, and think about how he might ask MJ if she wants to get some ice cream after school tomorrow, and how he should maybe invite Ned? Or would that make it too awkward? Or would it be more awkward to have Ned not be there? Or maybe— Right. The meeting. Peter blinks heavily, and straightens in his chair.

A cleared throat across the table grabs his attention, and he glances over. Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes are sitting next to each other, Captain Wilson’s knee pressed into Sergeant Barnes’ thigh and his arm over the back of Sergeant Barnes’ chair. Peter can’t really tell who cleared their throat.

Captain Wilson is calm, cool, and collected, his flying goggles pushed to the top of his head and the white head of his suit pushed down around his neck. His shield (The Shield!!!) is balanced on the wall behind him. He looks friendly, if not intimidating, with a serious look on his face but his eyes sparkling.

Sergeant Barnes, in contrast, is in his usual all-black leather outfit, smeared black paint around his eyes, with a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow. Honestly, it scares the shit out of Peter. His metal arm is resting on the table in front of him, reflecting the lights from the ceiling and whirring occasionally as if to intentionally scare Peter more, and holy shit it’s working. He still vividly remembers the fight between him and Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson— then-Mr. Falcon— and how he almost beat them but then got his ass handed to him.

Honestly he thought that Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes hated each other, based on their ribbing at the airport, but looking at how close they are sitting now that issue seems to have been solved. Well, he thinks, because there is no expression on Sergeant Barnes’ face right now, other than vague anger. Captain Wilson looks positively gleeful though, a smirk flashing across his face as he leans over to whisper in Sergeant Barnes’ ear, and— oh my god.

Now there is definitely an expression on Sergeant Barnes’ face, and that expression is red. His whole face has suddenly just flushed a deep deep red. What the fuck?

Peter tries to turn off his super hearing as much as possible when he’s not patrolling, having heard way too many things he definitely should not have heard, but now he’s too curious to keep his hearing down low. He hesitantly widens his range of hearing, just enough for him to hear what Captain Wilson is whispering to Sergeant Barnes across the table.

“You look so pretty sittin there, Buck. I wish I could kiss you right here, in front of everyone.”

Peter almost gasps out loud. What the actual fuck was going on? Were Captain Wilson and Sergeant Barnes dating? Oh my god. Peter watches as Sergeant Barnes blushed, if possible, even redder, the tips of his ears almost glowing. With the black eye makeup and his dark blush, his eyes were an even bluer-blue than they were before. A tiny pleased smile flickers on Sergeant Barnes’ lips before he tightens them and looks back to where Agent Hill is still on her tirade. The idea of a former Russian assassin blushing because his boyfriend (?) told him he looked cute was just too weird for Peter to handle.

“You wearing the plug I got you, baby? Yeah? You still all wet and sloppy from this morning?” Captain Wilson is whispering so close to Sergeant Barnes’ ear that his lips are grazing the shell of it, tongue almost glancing off the skin. “I could slide right in, you know that right? I could take you to the bathroom and slide right in. No prep, nothing. You’re probably so slick inside it’ll feel like fucking a pussy.”

Sergeant Barnes couldn’t seem to blush any deeper, but his metal hand was starting to whir louder, and his right hand was twitching slightly. He was biting his lip so hard the thin skin around his teeth was white, and frankly Peter was worried he was going to bite right through it.

“Oh, you like that? You want me to call your hole a pussy? I think—”

Aaand that was enough for Peter. God damn. Who knew Captain America had such a mouth on him? Thank god Peter was still wearing his mask because holy shit his face felt like it was as red as Sergeant Barnes’. Peter had stopped listening, but he could see Sergeant Barnes become more and more tense, his eyes flickering from side to side like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to keep pretending to listen to Agent Hill or if he wanted to give up all pretenses and give his full attention to Captain Wilson.

Suddenly chairs were being pushed back, the lights were coming on again, and people were starting to leave the room. Because Peter, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Wilson were at the end of the table and therefore at the back of the room, they had to wait a bit for the other Avengers and Agents to make their way out of the room before they could. Well, Peter had to. Because Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson did not seem like they were going to move anytime soon. Captain Wilson looked about 0.5 seconds away from licking the sweat off of Sergeant Barnes’ neck, and Peter could not get out of the room fast enough.

As he was leaving, he bravely turned around to face Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson to ask, “Do you want me to lock the door behind me?”

Captain Wilson looked up in surprise before a big grin spread across his face. “Yeah, why don’t you do that. Thanks, kid.”

Turning quickly, Peter just barely kept himself from slamming the door behind him when he saw Sergeant Barnes get out of his chair and start to climb onto Captain Wilson’s lap.

Well, that was the last time Peter would use his superhearing for anything other than crime fighting. Damn.

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Idiots in love

aka another the fear of losing Tony makes Peter confess OS than no one asked

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Tony thinks he doesn’t deserve something as pure as Peter in his life. And because idiots always have to come as a pair, Peter thinks he doesn’t deserve Tony either. Tony and Peter are both idiots in love thinking they dont deserve each other. They’re together-but-not together. It’s that kind of sex where Tony is constantly saying « This can never happen again. » afterward, but they keep letting it happen again and again. Peter is sure Tony could never love him, that he’s just using him for sex. It’s destroying the boy’s heart hard but at least it’s something. It’s better to have sex with Tony than nothing, right ? So he keeps coming back, he keeps letting the man fuck him and he keeps refraining himself from saying I love you every time Tony fucks him. And if he cries, Peter always says it’s because it’s overwhelming and not because his heart is crushing inside him. On the other way, Tony thinks the kid just has that weird daddy kink phase. That he’s misinterpreting worship with love. Tony is just trying to get away from Peter, all the time. Because he can’t do this. He knows he’s falling for Peter. He knows what this warm feelings in his chest every time he sees Peter, every time he fucks Peter, is. But they have to stop. Because Tony’s addict to Peter and soon Peter is gonna realize he doesn’t want Tony anymore. But no matter how they try, this, their attraction to each other, that is always stronger than any restriction they desperately try to make.

One day, Peter’s sitting on the couch in the compound. He’s supposed to be alone there. But then he hears some noises so he turns the tv off and tilts his head towards the sounds. Peter hopes it’s Tony. The boy hasn’t seen him today and this may be pathetic but fuck he already misses the man so much. And Peter knows he shouldn’t. He knows that whatever is happening between him and Tony isn’t that. It’s not kissing, holding each others hand and waiting for each others at home. It’s sex. Just sex. And Peter hates it. At first it was awesome. Heaven even. Tony Stark was fucking him. His childhood hero and now-crush was fucking him. He never thought he would have this damn chance in his life. Ever. Peter used to tell himself that this would be enough. That he could live with that, cause that meant he was allowed to touch Tony, to hold him, to have sex with him. And fuck, not that Peter is experimented or anything but damn, Tony is able to make him cum crying in like 3 fucking minutes, the sex is just magic. But as the time passed, Peter realized it wasn’t enough. At all. He never been this much in pain. But he can’t stop. He’s in love with Tony. He loves him with all his damn soul, so he can’t stop. But keeping this, this is slowly destroying him. At first, they didn’t fuck so much. Tony was always trying to stop it, to say they couldn’t do that. But now… Now it’s almost every night. Every fucking night Tony is taking him in his bed, pinching his nipples, kissing his neck not his lips, Tony never kisses him, touching him, pushing his cock deep in his ass. And every time, Peter ends up crying. Tony thinks it’s because it’s good. It is so good though. And Peter is a cryer, he always has tears in his eyes when Tony makes him cum. But this, this is not tears in his eyes, this is tears rolling down his cheeks, this is him sobbing because his heart is breaking, slowly but surely. Every time they fuck, his heart is tearing appart more and more. The boy wants more, he needs more. He wanna be able to love Tony, he wants Tony to love him just as much. He wants them to cuddle all night, to kiss, to date. He wants to spend the rest of his life with Tony. And he can’t have that. But he can’t stop the sex either. Because that’s all he has. And even if it’s hell, he loves it. He’s gone so far that if they don’t fuck, Peter can’t sleep.

Anyway, back to the noises. Thanks to Peter’s superhearing, he recognizes Natasha and Steve’s voices. Peter ignores his stomach becoming heavier when he realizes it’s not Tony. But then, what he hears makes him frown.

« Should we tell Peter? », the woman’s voice says.

« Im not sure if this is a good idea. They… They looked pretty close lately. We should wait for Rhodey’s text before doing anything. », Steve answers.

What are they talking about ? Is that about Tony ? A dark feelings settles down Peter’s guts. So he gets up and goes to them. When they both see Peter, they freeze. Okay, this isn’t reassuring at all.

« What… What were you talking about ? What does Rhodey has to text you ? », he asks, his voice already trembling a little with fears. Did something happen to Tony ?

« Where’s Tony ? », he asks again, not even waiting for them to answer his first question. When both of their head get down, Peter’s officially worried.

« Listen, Peter, maybe you should-», the blond man begins, but he gets cut.

« Where is Tony ? Did something happened to him ?» His voice already getting louder and higher. There’s a silence.

« Answer me! », he snaps. That seems to work because Natasha puts his hand on his arm and finally talks.

« We got a text from Rhodey, he told us Tony got shot. », she says, simply. There’s another silence. A loud one. Nat’s words hit Peter like a fucking train. His stomach drops. His heart seems suddenly so heavy in his chest.

« Wh… Wha- No. What do you mean he- he got sh-shot? », Peter panics, moving back. He feels like he can’t breath.

« We didn’t want you to be worried, it may not be anything bad. Rhodey isn’t answering so Nat and me planned to go check on the hospital. », Steve explains. Peter’s breath is still stuck on his throat.

« Not- Not be anything bad ?! You- He… Got shot. Shot. He can’t- He can’t. Where is he ? » Peter’s voice is frantic, trembling, cutting with shorts breath.

« Hey Peter calm down, okay ? He’s probably okay, alright ? Me and Steve are gonna check on him, and we’re keeping you updated as soon as we see him, promise. »

« No… No, Im- I need-»

« Peter. », Nat calls his name, tightening his hand on Peter’s arm to ground him.

« Let go of me! », he screams suddenly, stepping back even further from them. Then, without even thinking about what he’s doing, Peter actives the nano-wristband and then one second later, the Spiderman suit is on him.

« No, Peter, you should-»

« Shut up! Shut up, shut the fuck up! », he screams again, making them stepping back in shock. But then, Steve grabs Peter’s other arm hard.

« You can’t go Peter. Not like this. Just breath, I promise you we’re gonna keep you updated.», he tries. Peter doesn’t even say anything, he whines.

« N…No…I…I need-», but he doesn’t finish cause tears are starting to fall down his cheeks. This isn’t happening. Tony can’t have been shot, he can’t. But then the anger hits. Why is Steve holding his arm ?! He jerks away, Steve’s strong, but Peter’s body acting on his own right now, he’s not controlling his strength. And as soon as he’s free from Steve’s grip, he jumps from the nearest window. He weakly hears Steve and Natasha calling for his name, but he doesn’t give a damn fuck about them right now.

Peter’s head is just screaming Tony’s name over and over again. And while he swings from buildings to buildings, his mind is racing with pictures of Tony laying unconscious on a hospital bed. Or worst, laying dead. Tears are wetting his cheeks and his breath is cut by sobs he can’t contain. He narrowly misses getting crushed by several buildings on his way but again, he doesn’t care.

When Peter finally enters the hospital, the fear is eating him up, the cold feelings is swallowing him whole. He’s a second away from throwing up in the middle of the hospital. The boy’s body is walking on his own, desperately searching for Rhodey. Peter wants to die. If something happened to Tony, he feels like he’s gonna kill himself. He can’t-

Seconds pass like hours and when he finally see the man, he practically jumps him.

« Peter ? What are you doing here? », Rhodey questions, surprised to see the young boy here.

« Rh-Rhodey, wh- fuck. To-Tony. Is-Is he okay ? Please, please, t-tell me he didn’t-», he tries to speak but can’t manage to form a proper sentence.

« Wow wow wow, Peter, breath, okay. Tony’s here. He’s okay. He’s not- The bullet touched his ribs but nothing else okay. Do you hear what Im saying to you ? Tony’s fine. » Rhodey’s words take forever to settle in Peter’s brain but when they finally do, Peter’s legs just stop supporting him and he falls on the ground. He can’t say anything. He can’t answer Rhodey. Something so warm is bursting everywhere in his body. Tony’s okay. Tony’s not dying. He’s okay. His brain his repeating over and over

« Jeez, Peter. », Rhodey swears, trying to get him up again. When Peter’s up, they stare for a bit, without saying anything and Peter burst into tears.

« Th-Thank you… Fuck thank you. », he cries, the heavy worry leaving his body. Rhodey hugs the boy, whispering him it’s okay.

« Can… Can I see him please ? », he asks finally. Rhodey signs.

« Not yet, he’s in the operating room. But they said he’s gonna wake up soon. Do you want to wait for him ? »

« Yes. », he answer firmly. Of course he is gonna wait.

« Okay, follow me. »

Peter doesn’t answer. His mind is blank. Fuck, he got so scared. Rhodey leads him to an empty hospital bedroom. They stay silent while waiting. Peter is lost in his thoughts. He thinks… He thinks what would have he done if something did really happen to Tony ? He stops, feeling the urge to throw up again. He can’t think about that. Tony’s okay. Suddenly Rhodey’s phone rings. It’s Natasha. The man answers and goes out of the bedroom. Peter just hears him saying that Tony is fine and Peter is with him. When Rhodey comes back, he stares at Peter.

« You kinda scared them. Steve and Natasha. » Peter doesn’t even answer. He shrugs. How could they think he was gonna stay calm ? It’s Tony they were talking about.

Something like an hour passes before the door of the room is opening again. Peter’s stomach drops again. A doctor is pulling a rolling bed and Tony’s in the bed. Tony is in the bed, with the eyes open. And again, he can’t help it. He starts crying.

Suddenly, Tony eyes are all on him. His jaw clenches a bit. Rhodey whispers he’s glad to see him and then he heads back, with the doctor, to talk about Tony’s state. and to leave them alone.

« Pete… », Tony starts but he doesn’t add anything. Peter wants to hug him. He wants it so hard. But Tony just had a surgery because of a bullet in his ribs, he can’t.

« Hey, Peter, stop crying. Im okay, kid. Im okay », he finally adds, his heart hurting from seeing the boy in such state. Peter’s own heart is beating hard in his chest and in his ears. All he can see is Tony. Tony, Tony and Tony. Alive.

« Wha- What happened ? », the boy asks after little time, his voice weak. Tony smiles a bit.

« That was stupid, really. That bullet wasn’t meant for me, I just had to do the hero. You know me, kid. I swear Im fine. That hurt like a bitch, but Im okay. Nothing better than a little bullet in the ribs to boost you, right ?», he jokes. Peter keeps starring at him, his heart beating. He doesn’t answer anything. Realizing how much the man is important to him. No, realizing how everything the man is to him.

« C’mon kid. Say something. And stop crying. I don’t like it. » he only likes it when they have sex, but seeing Peter looking so broken right now, it’s unbearable really But Peter still stays silent. He tries to wipe away his tears at least. But then, he open his mouth, attempting to say he’s so glad Tony’s safe and he got so scared to lose him but nothing comes out. The words are getting stuck in his throat.

« Hey, kid. Peter, c’mon. Im the one supposed to be down right now, you’re scaring me, say something. »

And suddenly, he bursts : « I love you. »

There’s a big silence after that. The words seems to echo against the room’s walls. Peter’s heart is beating hard, his jaw still clenched. Tony’s breath stopped working. What ?

« Wh.. What? », he lets out. Peter isn’t scared. Not anymore. He thought he lost Tony, he thought he was about to see his dead body. He thought he was never gonna be able to tell the man the way he feels. That was scary.

« I love you. I love you so fucking much. Im in love with you, Tony. »

He says, staring at Tony, his voice shaky but certain. The man’s mind goes blank. Peter what? He-

« You- Excuse me what ? », Tony bugs. He can’t be earring that right.

« I thought you were going to die. Nat said- she… they said you got shot. Shot. I thought… I thought I… that you were gonna leave me. I… I never wanna feel like that again. Ever. Im- fuck. I told myself you’d die without knowing how I feel about you, not knowing how deep in love I am with you. So now imma say it. Because- Because you’re alive and I love you, Tony. I love you, I love you, I never felt like this before. And… And im sorry. Im sorry because now you have to deal with that, because we were having sex and I… It wasn’t just having sex, for me. You weren’t just fucking me. I mean… maybe it was that, it was probably that yeah. But I was convincing myself it was more… that it... it was us making love. It was you loving me. And it crushed me. It was slowly killing me. But it was nothing compared to how I felt when I arrived to the hospital right now. I was fucking empty, I… was so scared. So now imma tell you, because you’re there, you’re not dead, you’re alive and I love you. Every cells of my body loves you, it’s a sickness really. But please Tony… even if I know you don’t feel the same way, please just don’t reject me. I… I can’t even explain what Im feeling, and Im making myself ridiculous right now don’t I ? You’re not saying anything, why don’t you say something ? Please tell me it’s okay, please. Im sorry I never wanted to feel that way but I always had the biggest crush on you and when we started… you know. I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help that feeling to anchor deep inside me. Im sorry. », he spills, the words just coming out of his mouth without filters. The tears are back on his cheeks, his whole body is trembling. But it’s not fear. It’s love.

Tony’s crying too. His brain just stopped working hearing the boy’s words. Fuck, we’re so stupid. he thinks. They’re so damn stupid. He had tons of declarations in his life. But that, that he never had. This is indescribable. The feeling inside his body right now is not something he can put words on.

So he just take a big inspiration and whispers Peter to come closer to him. Peter walks toward him and when he’s close enough to Tony, the man just grabs him by the head and kiss him hard. His ribs are hurting like well because he’s moving but he doesn’t fucking care. The kiss is heaven. For both of them. It’s like they never breathed. And now they are. Peter’s surprised but the surprise doesn’t last long because of that feeling vibrating inside him. Tony’s kissing him. Tony never kissed him before. He can’t help the little moans coming out and Tony smiles against his lips at that. Fuck, this is so good. Both of their tears are mixing up, making the kiss wet. When the kiss ends, they both stare at each other in the eyes, in the deepest of their soul.

« Wha.. What was that for ? », Peter asks, whispering, his voice trembling, scared he’ll ruin the moment. But he needs to know .

« That, was my way of telling you I wasn’t planning on leaving you, Peter. Im sorry you thought I was gonna die. I can’t do promises I can’t keep, but I swear Imma do my best. For the said two Avengers’s genius, we both were damn idiots. Because... I love you too, Peter. Of course I love you. How could I not ? Just look at you, baby. And look at me. Im as deep in love with you as you are. Maybe more. You know how I am, always screwing things up. Im sorry I didn’t see it sonner, Pete. I thought it was just a worshiping thing, I thought you were gonna find someone your age and stop what we had. I.. I restrained myself to hold you, Im so sorry, baby. But from now on- from now on, Im not gonna restrain anymore. I love you, kid. But let’s make things right, alright ? I know I’ve been the worst mentor slash maybe boyfriend ever but let me make it up to you, huh ? Let me take you to the best restaurants I know and- I mean as soon as Im free from this hell of a place- and just let me take care of you, first. », Tony admits, his voice soft and his chest just bursting with love for that sweet perfect thing in front of him. But then he frowns when he sees the boy starting to cry again. His heart sinks.

« Shit, what- what did I do ? What are you crying again, Peter ? », he asks, but Peter just laugh, crying at the same time. Tony let the breath he was holding, seeing Peter is laughing.

« N-No, it’s just.. Im… Im so happy right now, Tony. I think I’ve never been this happy.» Warm love’s swallowing Tony entirely.

« I love you, kid. »

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #leah writes sometimes

[parkerpeter24]

Cute Peter concept:

Peter and reader have been seeing each other for a very short amount of time, so they haven't exactly put a name on it yet.

Reader is over at Peter's apartment, May comes home and asks who she is. Reader answers with 'Peter's girlfriend'. And Peter is like "I am?🥺"

omg yes 🥺 like maybe you two are at his apartment one evening completing an assignment and may spots you in the kitchen and asks you who you are and you’re like, “oh im peter’s girlfriend” and the huge smile that covers his face after listening to you say that bc superhearing

send cute peter concepts

#tom-softie #asks #peter concepts 🤍

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Cold and empty (2/2)

Warning: More Angst, but also the promised fluff. Also one (1) corny joke that is not at all funny Wordcount: ~2k Summary: Now that the world knows about your biggest secret you fret that the life you knew will now change forever. Is there any way left to fix things?

Part 1 When you woke up, you were alone. What greeted you when you opened your eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital room that you quickly identified. The memories of what happened flooded your mind and your hand immediately wandered towards your stomach. You felt the rough material of the gauze wrapped around you and you expected a sharp pain to shoot through you. Nothing. You frowned when you noticed that your whole body was numb and you felt slightly out of touch with your body and your mind. What was going on? you asked yourself and looked around the room. The door to the hospital floor was closed and the window beside it was hidden behind the blinds, and the room itself was completely empty except the medical machinery and the lone chair beside the bed you laid on. Then your gaze landed on the window that was on the opposite side of the room. The first sunrays of the day shone through it and coloured the sky in the astonishing colours of dawn. How long have you been out? was the first question that filled the foggy space that was your mind. You had no sense of time at that moment. You closed your eyes to clear some of the confusion and daze you were in when you realized the extent of the situation. There had been police In your house, the pack had been at your house... There was no way they wouldn't know about your situation now. What now? The authorities now knew that you were a minor without any guardian. You were surely done for. Should you just leave, try to run away, make your own way. The thought had your heartbeat quickening in nervousness and fright. Leaving your pack? The people you loved and who loved you? Being completely on your own? Before you could make any sense of the thousands of thoughts that started to fly around in your head the door opened and Melissa came rushing inside, stopping at your side and taking your hand in her. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Everything is fine, don't be scared. I know you're confused," she calmingly muttered to you while stroking her thumb over the back of your hand. Slowly, but surely your heartbeat calmed down. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked, carefully looking at you from where she kneeled beside you. "Y-yes," you weakly crooked out, only now realizing how vulnerable your voice was and how hard it was to speak. "That's good," she mumbled while standing up again and looking at the machinery surrounding you, "You really frightened us all big time. You were in the operation room for almost 12 hours. The bullet pierced through your stomach so we were all quite worried about if you would make it, but it's all okay now. You'll be in pain for a while, right now you're still full off pain killers so you won't feel much anyway, but as soon as that wears off, you'll be quite uncomfortable." You absentmindedly listened to her and nodded your head, your gaze now fixed on a spot at the wall behind her. "In fact, there are quite a few people waiting for you out there," she nodded at the door and smiled. You immediately looked at her. "Why do you look so confused, did you think they'd just leave you here alone? Oh no, they've been bugging me and the other nurses and doctors for hours about seeing you and nothing could get them to leave," she chuckled lightly before looking serious again, "do you think you're in a condition to see anyone?"

The entire group of well over ten people (including peter) were sitting, standing and lying in the waiting area on your floor, all of them anxious and worried. Melissa had already told them that you'd make it and that you were stable, but only minutes later she had rushed over to your room, making them even more worried than they had been before. After they had left, Scott and his entourage of angry, straight out furious, wolves/coyotes/chimeras followed the all too apparent scent of the man who had done that to you. It had taken only minutes for them to find him driving away from the city, the speed of his car nothing against the raging pace of your friends. They crashed his car and dragged him to the police station, Scott having his hands full with keeping his betas from ripping him apart (even though he couldn't deny that he wanted to do it himself too). After, they immediately joined Derek, Stiles, Lydia and (to their surprise) Peter in the hospital who updated them on your current condition and the status of your surgery. And then they waited. Except for the occasional toilet-, coffee-, or snack-run, they stayed where they were now and anxiously sat there, with worry painted on their faces. Finally, Melissa came back, looking calm enough for the pack to slightly calm down. "Is she-" "Yes, she's okay," answered Melissa the question of her Son before he could finish it and carefully gave him a smile. "She's awake and I had a quick talk with her and explained the situation-" she started but was almost immediately interrupted by Liam. "Can we see her?" Melissa sighed but kept her calm. "She told me she is okay with visitors, but at the moment I think we shouldn't overdo it. Three people at most and only for a few minutes. The pack shared looks while they silently contemplated who would be the first group who would be able to see you. The eyes quickly landed on Derek who had nervously been pacing through the space between the chairs for hours and clearly was still shaken by seeing you like that and having to sit beside you while he couldn't do anything to help you except making the pain a bit more bearable. "Derek and I will go," Scott stated, using his Alpha-status for his advantage, "and I think Lydia should come as well, she's her best friend after all." A few growls could be heard throughout the group, but no-one disagreed, leaving Lydia, Scott and Derek to follow Melissa to the room at the end of the hall which they knew belonged to you.

Standing in front of it, Derek's hand laid on the door handle, halting for a moment. He was mentally preparing for what could wait behind it, the shock of almost losing you still sitting deep, but when he felt Scott's eyes in his back he took a deep breath and opened the door. There you laid, your gaze was fixed on the window, but when you heard the steps, you looked up to the small group that had entered. When you saw Derek your eyes lit up with happiness and excitement like they always did, and it made Derek almost think that everything was okay, but then your face fell and your eyes avoided looking at your friends. For a minute the room was filled with silence when no one knew what to do or to say. It was Lydia who managed to ease the tension a bit when she walked over to your bed and sat down on the lone chair and took your hand. "Hey," she said, smiling when you finally looked at her. "Hey," you chuckled and intertwined your fingers with her. "How are you feeling?" "I feel like someone shot me," you giggled slightly, hoping that your bad joke would somehow ease the mood, but all you received were stares of horror. "Come on guys, I just almost died, can you at least laugh at my terrible jokes? I mean you won't be hearing a lot of them after that," you whispered the last part, forgetting for a moment that you were- in fact- in a room with two werewolves who basically had superhearing. "What do you mean?" Scott came forward, now standing beside your bed on the opposite side of where Lydia sat. You flinched a bit but sighed defeated. "Don't play dumb... you've seen my house," you tried to shrug, but the first sign of the pain-killers wearing off made you still your movements. "So it's true? Your aunt is gone?" "Yes. Has been for almost a year now. I mean we weren't exactly close so... I was fine. I managed," your tone was laced with defence and you averted your eyes again. "But the Sheriff said that your accounts-" "I had that all calculated okay... I had a plan. I mean sure, my life wouldn't exactly have been the dream of a teenage girl, but I would have ensured that I had another year or so with you guys and now..." your voice wavered and a sob shook your body, a warning about the emotional storm that was about to follow for you. You soon realized that crying after being shot in the stomach wasn't exactly a pleasurable experience and you had trouble trying to hide the excruciating pain that filled you with ever sob. Suddenly it stopped. It felt like all your pain wandered away from your body through the hand that wasn't held by Lydia and you looked down to find a big, rough hand grab it. You followed the black veins that were wandering his arm up and found Derek looking at you with sad, worried eyes. You wanted to say something, anything, but before you could, Lydia interrupted you and you had to tear your eyes away from Dereks. "Why would anything change now?" her voice seemed genuinely clueless and you had to hold back a sigh. "I'm a minor without a guardian who lied to the government for the last year. I can hope that the whole 'faking signatures' thing doesn't end me in jail or in any other legal trouble, but-" "Noah will never let that happen! And if it comes to the worst-case scenario, I'll even call my dad so that he pulls some strings," interrupted Scott frantically, not waiting for what was to follow. "I don't doubt that," you smiled and shrugged a bit, "but... still. They still have to report that my aunt is dead and that I'm alone with the CPS. And then, I'll have to enter the fun roller coaster of the foster care system for teenagers. Yay me!" You saw that Scott wanted to interrupt again but you continued talking before he could. "And even if not, what then. The American health care system is shit if I even get to keep the money that's still in my aunts accounts, then it's gone after I paid the bills for this," I nodded towards my new wound, both my hands still occupied. "So yeah, my only options are pitch, sulphur or wolfsbane..."   "No," blurted Derek who hasn't said anything since he entered the room. "What?" you asked and looked at him confused. "None of this is going to happen. You're neither going to end in jail, in foster care or on the street." "What! How?" "I'll adopt you!" he exclaimed with complete confidence and nodded his head. Silence. You looked up at him with wide eyes. Hope started to fill your heart, but then your sense of reality returned. "It's not funny to joke about something like that," you muttered and tried to let go of his hand, but he just gripped on tighter which would've hurt you if he wasn't still taking your pain away. "I'm not joking Y/N/N." Derek's voice was softer than Scott or Lydia had ever heard and he used the nickname he was so adamant about keeping a secret from the rest off the pack. "Are you sure? I mean if you want a child, then it surely would be better to get a younger one. I'm only a few years away from becoming 18 and-" "I don't necessarily want a child. I already have someone who's like a daughter to me." His eyes were fixed onto you and for a moment you forgot that there was anyone else besides the two of you in this building. At that moment you felt that you could trust Derek's word, that you could trust the hope it installed in you.

#Dere Hale #Scott McCall #Lydia Martin #Liam dunbar #Isaac layhey #Theo raeken #Peter Hale #Derek Hale x daughter!reader #DErek hale x reader #McCall!pack x reader #Pack x reader #Scott McCall x reader #Scott x reader #lydia martin x #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #mccall pack x reader #angst #fluff #melissa McCall

[starrykitty013]

SNEAK PEAK- Gotta Go Hard Chapter 3

Okay, I’ll put the link right here because I finished and stuff but am gonna keep this up for a day or two idk, I need sleep - probably mot gonna get it but you know what, content doesn’t create itself and yehhhhhh I wanna draw some gay boys so yeah. 

As always the sneak peaks are an unedited section of the fic, meaning that it will not be the same when I post it, but like a kinda outline, kinda finished - basically a quarter baked version of the real thing. So you may not want to skip over it when you read it in the fanfic (but you might not even recognize it, idk I haven’t edited this yetkjasgdshda)

Enjoy!

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Peter hated his luck sometimes

It’s not like he activily wentout to find torouble, okay? It just always seemed to find him and that was really annoying.

He was walking home from his shift when he heard voices in the alley. That wasn’t super strange, and usually he would mind his own business, but he couldn’t help but overhear ‘Plasma induced energy canon’ and he - as the rightful science nerd he was - decided to peak in. That’s all. It was his superhearing’s fault if you really thought about it.

SO when he did, he saw two men with a truck full of not common weapons. They looked like a hodgepodge of circutry and glowy objects that were definitely not natural. The third man, presumably the buyer, was asking for a demonstration and then the man with the gun who was the seller shot it at a wall, emitting a pruple energy blast with a loud shreik and a bright light that temporarily blinded, but when the light dimmed and smoke cleared there was a perfect whole in the dumpster next to them.

Peter blinked, zoning out on what they were saying next, and he had to turn and run because that sense in the back of his head was going haywire with run-getout-go! And he sped walked away from the alley and turned the corner.

What the fuck was that? Okay, nothing it was nothing. It was none of his bissniesss. But those guys didn’t look like scientists, and that weapon was definatly powerful. He should call the police but-

“He’s just human” 

Peter closed his eyes at MJ’s words from earlier.

“He doesn’t have superpowers. He can’t fight those things.” 

Cops can’t fight them… they aren’t equipped for that type of tech. So Avengers? How would he even get into contact with them?

“He invites those guys and the police can’t handle it.”

But he didn’t bring this on. He didn’t even know what this was. BUt maybe...maybe he had? In an advert way, invited something that only he could handle but could he even handle this?

“At least I do my research.”

He heard the slithery voice of scorpian in his head and hissed. Okay, he’d figure this out, come up with a solution but that was it. He wasn’t a hero, this isn’t gonna be a thing but… he wasn’t gonna let MJ down either. He wasn’t gonna put her dad in danger when he could handle it. He had special forces training, he was more equipped anyway - well not gearwise but training wise, he could handle some dangerous hybrid weapons that looked like they were from space.

It was his responsibility afterall. That’s what he had said to MJ and that was what Ned had hoped. He wasn’t doing it for himself this time. He was doing it so MJ’s dad wouldn’t have to.

Oh geez.

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[deniigi]

What happens when Frank Castle meets Sam? Is there going to be an adoption war?

oh I have a scrap for this. hold on.

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It was his own fault.

He’d been lax. He’d come in after a night out for drinks with the gals and had been maybe a touch drunker than intended—but like. It was his solemn duty in the group to finish people’s drinks. That was his job. He was assigned it and everything since some of his friends were very good at buying drinks and even better at getting others bought for them that they could not finish.

So Sam was just lookin’ out for folks, you know?

Being chivalrous or something.

Or maybe the girls had just figured out that the drunker he was, the more likely he was to dance was them.

Actually, probably that.

He was certainly uncoordinated when he got home at what felt like 3am but what his phone seemed to think was 2.

He might have run into everything in the downstairs kitchen. Might have dropped his room keys twice. Might have started giggling when Tuesday came downstairs to try to help but just made him drop them again.

Only then did he realize that there was absence of noise upstairs and the lights were on.

Only then did he realize that people were judging him.

Whuh-oh.

“E’erything’s good,” he promised the staircase. “E’eryone got home. I’m home. Hiiiii.”

Upstairs did not resume making noise despite the light.

“Red, what the fuck?” Mr. Castle’s husky voice asked. “You just lettin’ randos live with you now?”

Sam didn’t need superhearing to hear Matt’s groan.

“He’s not—listen, tell Karen—”

“No, you tell Karen,” Mr. Castle snapped.

“Fine. I’ll tell Karen that I told her not to fuck with the Russians and so now her only option is Hawkeye,” Matt huffed. “In the meantime, you will get the fuck out of my house.”

Oh no, Karen. She was always doing something weird and wild. Dangerous was a box that had to be ticked for her to take a case, Sam was pretty sure.

“Teach, is Karen okay?” he slurred up the stairs.

Sudden silence.

“I thought you said he was a roommate,” Mr. Castle said dangerously.

“He is. Karen is our family; we are allowed to discuss our family, Francis,” Matt said.

“Who is he, Red?”

“A roommate, Guns-and-Roses. Get out.”

“Who you are close enough to to chat happy families? I don’t think so. Who is he?”

And just like that, Sam’s New York brain lit the fuck back up and he realized who was upstairs chattin’ with the old man.

He didn’t drop his keys this time.

He did, however, hush Tuesday when she tried to follow him in.

“Your damn dog ain’t that friendly Red, who is he?” Mr. Castle’s voice rumbled threateningly even though softly now, through the wall.

Sam flopped down onto the bed and decided that everything was fine. Everything was chill. No problems here, nope.

“WHAT.”

None, none, none.

No problems. He was going to sleep.

“Are you out of your mind, Red? Are you actually out of your—where is he—”

On the way to unconsciousness if Sam had anything to say about it.

“Frank, leave it,” Matt’s voice said dangerously over a commotion on the stairs.

“Hell no. You’re gonna get him killed. Does he even know what he’s signed up for? He’s like fourteen.”

Wow.

Rude.

Sam knew everything about his baby face, thanks, and fourteen was lowballing it by far.

He looked at least fifteen. Come on now.

He heard a weird noise outside his door and decided to bury himself under the comforters to pretend it wasn’t there.

“Frank,” Matt warned, only feet away now. “Drop this.”

“This is Spidey all over again,” Mr. Castle said. “All over again. That kid is permanently damaged, Red. He ain’t never coming back from the shit he’s seen. It’s a goddamn miracle he’s half as functional as he is. And you’re doing it again? You’re letting another one go through this?”

“Peter had every opportunity to leave,” Matt said. “I never—we never told him that he couldn’t leave.”

“You just don’t get it,” Mr. Castle said. “All these years and you don’t fuckin’ get it—you makin’ these kids feel special just makes ‘em cling harder to this shit. The harder the cling, the sooner they die. None of them are special, Red. You know it. Your teacher knew it. They’re made into something special.”

“Sam’s different.”

Sam’s heart turned all the way over in his chest. All the way. A full rotation that dropped his stomach while it was at it.

Mr. Castle said nothing for a long time.

“He’s not,” he said finally. “Don’t do this. You know better than this. Let him go. Scare him away. Do what you have to—I’m serious. It’s just gonna hurt you both in the—”

“Get. Out,” Matt said.

“You’re so fuckin’ stub—”

“Get the fuck out. Now. I’ll deal with Karen. Get the fuck out.”

Sam held his breath, listening hard for the sound of feet moving away from the door.

They didn’t come.

Oh, shit.

Things were about to get real.

“Where’s he from, Red?” Mr. Castle asked lowly.

“Leave,” Matt said.

“I’ll take him back. Where’d you find him? Won’t let nothin’ happen to him on the way, alright? Let’s be easy about this for once.”

“I’m going to say it one last time,” Matt said. “Get. Out. Now.”

Sam heard the step forward and the sound of Matt stepping back against the door. He threw off the covers.

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Mr. Castle clearly didn’t expect some half-pint Chinese brat with glowing eyes to slam out of the room and land a good one on his undefended solar plexus.

He stumbled back and Matt lunged forward to grab Sam before he could do any more damage. Sam hated when he did that. He always ended up tossed over a shoulder.

This time was no different.

First tossed over a shoulder, then dropped in bed. And then the door closed again in a flash.

“Upstairs,” Matt’s baritone ordered in the hall.

The room was pitch black.

“You want to talk? Fine. We’ll talk. Upstairs,” Matt repeated.

Tuesday whimpered.

“Fuckin’ same, girl,” Sam grumbled to her in the dark. “Can’t even defend my own honor apparently.”

“What the actual fuck was that?” Mr. Castle’s voice rasped.

Sam found that the sound made him proud.

“Someone different,” Matt said. “Your choice. Either upstairs or out.”

Sam was surprised when the footfalls turned around and sounded back up the stairs instead of to the door. He couldn’t hear Matt’s, but catching Matt’s footsteps was an art and not one that Sam was in the headspace to practice.

And he didn’t have to.

The door opened after a moment.

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(I also have a little snippet of a de-aged, baby Inimitable Sam with Frank which is very cute, but a little less relevant to this question lol)

Frank kind of misinterprets the relationship between Matt and Sam and thinks Matt is being selfish and reckless; he doesn’t really understand what Sam gets out of this relationship too.

Idk if Sam and Frank would get on very well honestly, anon. They are very different people with very different perspectives. I feel like Frank would spend a lot of time trying to save Sam from shit he doesn’t want to be saved from and there would be a lot of kicking and screaming and adamant refusals (on Sam’s part) to play the victim, which I’m not sure Frank would know how to deal with in the same way that Matt, who has had to play the victim his whole life and so really knows that frustration, does.

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