#PETER HAS A BROKEN LEG BTW

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Prisoner of Azkaban reread (Part 2)

Chapter 17,18,19,20

The details of how furniture being gouged out makes you think of adolescent werewolf that Remus was (cooped up and aggressive), and why he would enjoy the full moon runs with Marauders. ('best times of his life' as he says. Whatever feelings he has of the near misses, his spirit in Forest Again is "happy to be back in place of adoloscent wanderings". This is important for Remus' characterisation)

Ron standing on a broken leg to yell at Sirius ("if you want to kill harry, you'll have to kill us too!") moves him (show of loyalty? After all of these years?) but also makes him feel guilty: "Lie down. You will damage that leg even more."

Hermione, who was petrified and asking Harry to be quiet - the moment she spots Harry is in danger from Sirius, she kicks the person she was petrified of moments before (book Hermione is nuanced!) XD And Ron throws himself on Sirius' wand hand. Basically Sirius is getting beaten up by kids.

"Going to kill me, Harry?" - ah, Sirius. He feels enormous amount of guilt for their deaths and doesn't deny that he "killed them". Sirius goes completely silent when Harry says, "You never heard her, did you? My mum trying to stop Voldemort from murdering me". He tried to plead his case before Harry said this, and now, he basically hands over the power to Harry in the scene and let Harry do whatever he wants. He even tries to push Crookshanks off, to get him out Harry's wand's way. (Crookshanks' love for Sirius is deeply endearing btw)

I know people focus a lot on the cracks in Sirius and Remus' friendship, but this wordless communication where Remus figures out who was the actual traitor (Sirius doesn't say a word, btw - he just points at Scabbers, and Remus immediately gets it) is… utterly radical after 13 years of suffering.

"Get away from me werewolf" - to show Ron say this, a child from largely progressive Weasley household, is to show deeply prejudiced the wizarding world is.

The fact that Remus is on his side after 12 years, makes Sirius sit on bed with a "shaking hand". It is similar to Remus' voice that was shaking with "suppressed emotion." (Crookshanks goes to comfort Sirius, and goes to his lap)

One of the ways Remus' guilt at not telling about Sirius' animagus form manifested is that he watched Harry on the map, in a way to handle the untoward incidents that may happen himself. (i mean he would have done it regardless, but this is way to keep his secrets as well)

There are two desires in Sirius - the desire to protect Harry, the desire for vengeance against Peter. The stronger desire, we see, even in the smaller moments is to do right by Harry. It is exactly what Remus invokes when Sirius tries to grab Scabbers from Ron - "You owe Harry the truth, Sirius" and he immediately stops struggling.

"My mind seems to be less so when I was with them" - the Marauders granted a very deep-seated need in Remus, a way to experience his wolf as not a terrible monstrous thing, but a source of joy, a way of integrating that self into his identity without shame.

Remus uses "err" when he is minismising the severity of a situation. "Sirius thought it would be - er - amusing to tell Snape.." (adding @urupotter and @thecat-isblogging-blog thoughts on this when we discussed )

Also, Hermione's role as an advocate in these chapters begins here - she asks Remus the right questions, and she will continue to do so in coming chapters, making sure everyone's story is heard. It is in keeping with the book's ideas of justice and mercy - and while Hermione is the advocate, Harry is the deliverer of justice - one who decides what to do.

Chapter 19 - POA

Snape having to play nursemaid by bringing Lups his goblet of Wolfsbane would not have endeared Lups to him. XD (But it also shows Snape's gritted teeth approach to things he considers danger and how to neutralise that danger)

Snape's first set of dialogue is "I told Headmaster again and again you have been helping Black into castle..". Translation: My father figure that I unfortunately projected onto has been dismissing my feelings and my concerns and now I can spitefully show him the proof. ("I will be very interested to see how Dumbledore takes this")

And Remus lets his anger show up more openly and it is cold and dismissive: "You fool. Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"

Hermione tries to advocate for Lups, saying he should be heard. This is her role in the chapter - when Harry is too emotional and Ron is too confused, she takes over as the advocate in the chapter, while Harry is the judge.

Harry sees that Snape is beyond reason, so he decides to follow Hermione's lead and advocate for Lups instead.

"You would have died like your father too arrogant to believe that he was mistaken in Black" hints to what Snape is feeling in this scene, not to mention being inside the Shrieking Shack where he was sent by Sirius once as a trick, make him regress even more. (Also he dies in Shrieking Shack in Deathly Hallows)

When Snape threatens Harry, "Get out of the way or I will make you" - the trio try to disarm him at once and he gets knocked out. I love Ron and Hermione don't hesitate to do this (even though Hermione panics, "we attacked a teacher"). They are truly ride or die for Harry.

Sirius breaks, and Remus in response "gets a steely note" in his voice ("give me that rat"). The moment Peter appears, Remus will begin to grow colder and colder in the scene.

"His wet eyes seemed to be burning into his face". "fathomless eyes" "sunken eyes suddenly overbright". There is so much emphasis on Sirius' eyes for his emotion - even in GOF, his eyes "shuttered" when talking about his imprisonment. Such a powerful description of his energy and emotionality. It makes you feel his presence as a character.

"Well hello Peter, long time no see" "You might have missed finer points when you have been squeaking around on bed" LMAO. the passive aggression in this man.

Voldemort's closest supporters, most likely the Lestranges, are aware that Peter is the informant. Not everyone seems to be aware - Snape clearly isnt. This is to show hierarchy within Death Eaters. There is also an implication that Lucius may be aware - which is fun again when you look at power dynamics in his "friendship" with Snape. The implication in DH is that Lucius took him under his wing, something that Snape is clearly grateful for (he reacts unconsciously to him being named as DE in GOF), but Snape is not in on the Chamber of Secrets plot, nor about Peter. Also Snape is working against the Malfoys. So many criss-crossing loyalties. XD

"Throat too tight to speak, Harry nodded." - an indication that Harry is near tears too.

Remus rolling up sleeves to get ready to kill Peter. What a gentleman.

When Peter speaks to Harry, Sirius loses it. And then when Peter invokes James to manipulate Harry is when Remus comes forward along with Sirius to throw Peter to the floor. (it's a subtle detail because Remus is quiet and asking polite-sarcastic questions - but it shows how angry he is). For me, the interesting part about Remus' behaviour in the chapter is that he is already on Sirius' side without question. So all the questions he is asking Peter is almost like he is working up his rage more and more.

"You should have died, died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!" "You should have realised, if Voldemort didnt kill you - we would." Sirius is talking about the loyalty Peter refused to show (that they would have showed), and Remus is doling out what would be the expected punishment for that lack of loyalty: "Goodbye Peter"

I am in awe of the fact that Sirius, who was in prison for 12 years and has much right to decide what to do with Peter as much as Harry does, immediately hands over the decision to Harry when Harry asks it. And even when Sirius is threatening Peter, "if you transform, we will kill you", he checks with Harry, "you agree Harry?"

The chapter ends with this sentence, "Crookshanks led the way out of the room, his bottle brush tail held jauntily high." LOL, he has been vindicated!

Chapter 20 - POA

the awkward way Sirius offers Harry a home. He is so unsure! He dominates the scenes of previous chapter, and he is a powerful personality despite being pretty much a walking corpse with alive eyes. And then he turns into something very endearing, when he is all: "of course I though you wouldnt want to -I understand. I just thought-"

And then - when Harry assures him he wants to live with him, "Sirius' gaunt face broke into the first true smile Harry had seen upon it. The difference made it startling, as though a person ten years youngers was shining through the starved mask" . I imprinted on this relationship right then and there, and there is no other dynamic that moves me as much as this in the series.

Harry gropes in the mist for Sirius' arm, and grabs onto him when Dementors come. "They werent going to take him". Adding link to my meta which explains in more detail the beginning of the intense bond between Harry and Sirius.

Chapter 21

Madam Pomfrey having a chocolate the size of a boulder that she has to break apart with the hammer. XD And then she tries to shut Harry up by forcing a chocolate down his throat.

"You surely dont believe a word of Black's story?" "Sirius Black proved he was capable of murder at 16. You havent forgotten he tried to kill me?" Ah, Snape. Dumbledore is siding with Marauders again in his head, and that, among other things, will trigger his final lash out.

Harry understands Dumbles' broader intention (fly Buckbeak to Sirius' window) and Hermione thinks of bigger plans: "If we steal him now, the committee is going to think Hagrid set him free." And Harry spots immediate threats: the werewolf that might run right at them.

"How can you stand this? How can you stand watching it happen?" - Harry doesnt know how to not act. It is one of the reasons in Deathly hallows that when he decides to not go after the wand, it is the scariest thing he had done in his life. He could not remember not acting.

"Get your filthy hands off it" - Harry's dislike for Snape deepened in this book, and gains even more personal edge than before. (it is also in reaction to Harry's anger when Snape suggests they have been confunded. "We' re not confunded!" Harry roars)

"Where are you Dad? Come on" : Harry realising he had seen himself, but conjures a Patronus in the shape of his father's Animagus form is just poetry. Legit one of the most beautiful moments in the series. (And Harry realised… "Prongs," he whispered). This book is also the most contained and stand alone when it comes to Harry's development.

Chapter 22 - POA

It is interesting here that Dumbledore is a bit amused by Snape's meltdown, Snape incensed - but by middle of GOF, their dynamic develops to this ("Sometimes I think we Sort too soon"). It was pointed out by econteacher on discord about how Barty Crouch Jnr as FakeMoody would play this book's fracture against Dumbledore and Snape, since they dont seem to be properly communicating in GOF ("Dumbledore happens to trust me. I refuse to believe he gave you permission to check my office" and how Jnr arrives at the scene of his father's murder: "Snape said something about Crouch."). The Dumbledore-Snape relationship is reaffirmed and repaired by end of GOF book, by Snape's show of loyalty to Dumbledore in front of Fudge (where Snape straight up shows his Dark Mark to Fudge to stop him from mouthing off Dumbledore), and him going to Voldemort on Dumbledore's orders.

Lups confirming to Hagrid he didn't eat anything in the night points to interesting stuff about his memory when he is transformed.

Lups wanting to leave as quickly as possible because he feels he has let down Dumbledore - by keeping Sirius' animagus form a secret back in school to now, and the fact he was loose on the grounds in the night.

Ron takes Pidwidgeon out of harm's way when he notices Crookshanks eyeing him. XD And then he gets Crookshanks to sniff him. "What do you reckon? Definitely an owl?" this moment is so adorable. Crookshanks purrs, and Ron decides, "Thats good enough for me"

"I only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey " ahhhhhh kill meee

Sirius gifting Ron an owl as an apology of what he put him through.

Harry threatening Vernon cheerfully with Sirius name rofl "He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and is on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me though.. keep up with my news.. check I'm happy"

POA ends on such a bittersweet hopeful note.

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Warren Worthington- Mistakes

requested: I don’t know if request are open🙈but whenever you can, can you please make an angsty warren x reader where the reader was mind controlled and attacked warren and maybe hurt him (wings for example) and after, warren broke up w her. She then sees him w another girl and decided to completely ignore him like get him out of her life and let him find peace again/happiness even if it’s not with her. But w a happy ending like them getting back 🥰🥺 I love ur angst warren fics btw 💓💓

word count: 1.3K

warnings: cursing thats it i think

(Y/n) woke up with her head pounding. Opening her eyes, she realized she was in the infirmary back at the school. Last thing she remembered was heat- a burning heat that might’ve been coming from her before she passed out. 

“(Y/n), you okay?”

Sitting up, she looked to her left and saw Ororo watching her, a concerned look on her face. Peter stood behind her.

“Hey Ro, what happened? The shooters-”

“It’s fine. Everythings... everythings fine.”

Peter nodded, but the look on his face wasn’t convincing.

“Pete? What happened? Is it Warren? Is he okay?”

(Y/n) looked around the room  and saw the other beds empty, no sign of a hurt Warren.

“Peter, please. What happened?”

He looked at Ororo. She gave a nod and he answered. “There were more mutants with them than we thought. Thought they had just the two, remember?”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes trained on his face hearing every word.

“There was a third. Some mind control dickwad. He saw that you were the one smoking them out of the building and I guess he tapped into your head. Jean tried to stop him, but she was busy helping Scott save civilians...”

(Y/n) could hardly breath. Someone had controlled me?, she thought. 

“And?” she asked, not even sure she wanted to hear what else had occured.

“He turned you against us. You started flaming at us and the other two mutants got away before we could shoot them down. Got the mind control guy though and he let you go.”

(Y/n) swallowed, “Did I- Did I hurt anyone? Oh god-”

Ororo spoke up, “No civilians.”

“Thank god, but- but the team?”

She continued, “You kinda fireballed my storm and made me fall, but I’m alright. That was about it. Except for Warren.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened, “I hurt Warren? Fuck! Is he okay? Where is he?”

Peter sighed, “he’s in his room healing up. You basically toasted his wings. Hank says he outta commission for the next few weeks until the feathers can regrow.”

She nodded, head feeling heavy. (Y/n) pulled her legs off the side of the bed facing Ororo and Peter. 

“Woah, where you going?” Ororo pushed her back onto the bed.

“To see Warren. I need to apologize and I- I miss him. Want him to know I’m okay.”

“He doesn’t want to see you.”

(Y/n)’s eyebrows furrowed, “What? Why not? I need to apologize.”

Peter sat down on her hospital bed, “he- he blames you, (y/n). I tried talking to him. I know it’s not your fault- we all know it’s not your fault. He’s just not listening.”

Her throat went dry. 

“Yeah, Peter’s telling the truth. I think you really scared him. He was up pretty high when you shot him down.”

(Y/n) pushed past Peter and pulled out the IV in her arm. She marched down the hallway, still wearing her hospital gown. 

“(y/n) don’t!”

Ororo called after her, but knew there was no good in trying to hold her back.

She made her way to Warren’s door and knocked until he opened it. (Y/n)’s eyes were immediately drawn to his wings. They weren’t the normal pristine white, they were black and charred because of me, she thought.

“Warren I am so so sorry. I had no idea what was happening and I couldn’t control-”

He cut her off with his words, “(Y/n) I’m done.”

His words rang in her head, “d-done? Done with what?”

“You. This. You’ve always been dangerous and it’s sad that you had to just about kill me for me to see that for once.”

“That wasn’t me! I wasn’t the one-”

He shook his head, “you had never been able to control yourself. This is for my own safety. I hope you get that.”

(Y/n) took a second to study his face. The dark circles around his eyes were more pronounced under the lights in the hallway. His lip was busted open, probably from biting it when he got nervous- a bad habit he had never been able to break.

“Warren-”

“Please, (Y/n).”

He went back into his room and closed the door, leaving (Y/n) outside as tears formed in her eyes.

(Y/n) spent the next few weeks adjusting to life without Warren. They had almost every class together, including training. It hurt to see him look so okay with it. But each time she felt tears coming she would suck it up and think about him. He needs to be safe, she would say. With that understanding, she began to put him out of her mind and attempt to move on. 

The thing that made that far more difficult was seeing Warren chat up Betsy during training. It almost made (Y/n) gag. They were getting way too close during partner stretching, but she had to remind herself she wasn’t allowed to be jealous anymore. He wasn’t hers anymore. The worst part was how often Warren would look over to her, almost as if to say “look at me! I’m moving on just fine!”. 

(Y/n) looked away and focused on the task at hand: holding a target for Jubilee to punch at. (Y/n) spared one more glance at Warren only to find him looking back for what must have been the third time that class. His face flushed and he went back to punching the target Betsy was holding. Since (Y/n) wasn’t paying attention and had unconsciously began to lower the target, Jubilee punched her square in the nose. 

“Fuck! Sorry! Jesus- I am so sorry (Y/n)!”

Her hand flew up to her nose to try and stop the blood from hitting the mat below them. 

“Let me take you to the nurse. Here-”

“I can do it! I can- I can take her.”

Warren walked over and nodded at Jubilee before putting a hand on (Y/n)’s back to guide her.

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t risk saying anything since she didn’t want blood in her mouth. The walk to the nurses office was silent. Then Warren sat across from her as the nurse wiped up the blood and checked if it was broken. 

“Yep, broken alright. Stay put and I’ll go see if Hank has anything to help with that.”

(Y/n) nodded, washing her hands in the nurse sink after the woman left. 

“Can we talk?”

(Y/n) turned off the faucet, “about what?”

“About how sorry I am. About how- how I wasn’t thinking and was scared and stupid. So fucking stupid.”

(Y/n) turned around to face him and was surprised to see him standing close to her, eyes getting red. 

“You did scare me, I won’t lie about that. But I was a dumbass for blaming you. You’re not dangerous- you’re really not. Every mission I honestly feel like you’re the only one who can actually protect me. The only one I trust.”

“Don’t trust Betsy?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Betsy? Oh- I, well, I might’ve been using her to see if you still felt anything towards me.”

Her jaw dropped a little, “that’s so fucked, Warren.”

He nodded, “I know, I know. I’ll apologize to her later, but I just had to tell you that first. I am so sorry.” 

(Y/n) stared up at him as he took a step closer. 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but-”

She cut him off with a quick kiss before his nose banged into hers. 

“Fuck! My nose- jesus.”

He grabbed her arm, “you okay? Sit down, sit down!”

He sat next to her on the nurse’s table.

“Sorry- didn’t mean to bang into your nose, just got a little excited.”

(Y/n) laughed before biting her lip, a habit she realized she must’ve picked up from Warren. 

“Excited why?”

He took her face in his hands and turned her towards him, “Haven’t kissed my girl in two weeks because I was an idiot.”

He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss being mindful of her injury. 

“I missed you.”

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CHAPTER I

Summary: Roman tries to recover the friendship he had with Peter. At the same time, Steve Rogers leads the Avengers on another mission, but it has colateral damage.

Warnings: slightly description of anxiety, but nothing much

Word count: 2776

I guess we could use one of those classic story-beginning sentences. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. But what does that even mean? Obviously, somewhere in the world, it is the best of times for someone.

Roman Vidal has made a nest of himself on the sofa. He keeps doing that - covering himself with blankets and oversized t-shirts. It is summer, though, and he is sweating, but he feels pretty well and safe in his own personal claustrophobia, thank you very much.

His brother had promptly suggested that Roman went to spend the summer vacation at their abuela’s house. Specially after the new wave of miseducation he presented during this first semester. Alícia Maria, his younger sister, decided to make him company, leaving Nicolás to have some peace since he gained their guard two years ago. Since their parents died and Roman didn’t.

His abuela (do not mistake with the long deceased abuelita, God bless her) reads young adult novels (she loves Six of Crows), has determined that she is a Ravenclaw and shows her middle finger to Trump whenever he is on TV. It is a breeze of fresh air.

What he really likes is that no matter what high-stress thing is going on in his world or in the world as a whole (Christmas, SATs, natural disasters, car crashes, disappointing someone he cares about and being worried to death he might puke), there she is, his abuela and her noisy chanclas, doing her thing.

His legs are bent, aching knees close to his chest, and while his whole body is supposed to be hidden, his left arm is partially out of the cover so he can see the bright screen of his phone. A name jumps out of it - a cherry-red name with flecks of silver, one Roman had always loved. No one else is that biased towards a color like Peter Parker.

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Ali asks without taking her attention from the television. She grabs a spoonful of ice cream and shoves in her mouth.

“Have you ever seen me sick?” He retorts, knowing, before she shakes her head, that the answer would be “no”.

That is because he never gets (physically) sick, although the sentiment of sickness is very familiar. No annual spread of the flu, no bellyaches. While his sister is allergic to dogs and needs to use glasses, and his brother has broken the same arm twice playing baseball (how he managed to do that, though?), Roman has a perfect - and slightly better than average, if you must know - vision, and once has accidentally broke someone’s nose during a volleyball class when he was in 6th grade.

Mami had always said to keep his powers hidden - you never know what can happen to you these days. She, though, didn’t call it powers. They were gifts. And if it wasn’t probably blasphemy, would have called this God’s given miracle. Everything weird with Roman’s super resilience and crossing of neural connections was a gift. Oh, there is this other thing… Roman see and feel things most people don’t, and for a long time it didn’t occurred to him that no one else could sense it too.

It’s not something he thinks with frequency, sometimes he even forgets it’s not the norm. It feels like the world is playing some sort of joke on him. A Mourning Dove’s song is yellow and there’s no better way to explain it; the teacher’s obsession with capslock on PowerPoint presentations makes everything too bright to read. But at least there’s always an agreement about how ugly the National Anthem is.

Ali finishes her ice cream and sets the bowl over the table. Roman runs his fingers over his hair - during summer he had let it grow, now the dark curls are fluffy and too rebel. The motion helps him go back to his original anxiety.

Roman has always had a really hard time apologizing if he’s forced to do it. He laughs and giggles, he smiles even when he tries not to because the idea of this forced, fake apology is so off putting he can’t comprehend taking it seriously - what for sure has got him into trouble multiple times. The point is: Roman loathes fake apologies, and he has heard so many of them and actually believed and hugged and cared them, that now any apology coming from himself sounds like a poor copy.

But if he could, if he was at Peter’s door right now, he would cry himself numb to deserve his pardon. But again, if he was at Peter’s door right now, he probably wouldn’t have to do that at all.

So he sends a message. Don’t take it wrong, he wishes he didn’t have to make such a shitty move, but here we are. He did previously thought about calling him, but apparently Peter is “kinda busy”.

It ended up a well balanced apology with equal measures of regret and understanding that speaks honestly from his heart (and overthinker brain). Nothing with “I hate myself for doing it, but I did it because of whatever reason” or any other gross victimization Liam thaught him - we will talk about Liam Reed later, he’s not important at the moment.

Peter has visualized it fifteen minutes ago and doesn’t seem willing to give an answer any time soon, what is a very non-Peter thing to do - he’s not one to embrace passive-aggressive attitudes. Maybe Roman finally got the worst of him.

“Pues mira, Andy-” says his abuela noticing his worried expression. “-al mal tiempo, buena cara.” Then she caress the right side of Roman’s face where the light-colored scar stands as a reminder: a line from his forehead to cheekbone.

He smiles with fondness, noticing the use of one of her catch phrases. His family has many of those. His abuela is also not the only one in his family to call him by his second name (in case of forgetting one, don’t worry! You got three more spares), but that, Roman can’t explain why.

“¿Qué es esto?” The elderly woman points at the movie they’re watching before turning to Ali. “¿No sos demasiado joven para ver esto?”

Certainly, the preachy girl couldn’t just answer the question. “I don’t speak Spanish, aunty. Why don’t you try English?”

Well, their abuela can speak English, but she won’t because she has a point to prove. And so does Alícia.

Roman doubts she can’t truly understand Spanish. From all their close relatives, the only one without Colombian heritage was their father and only him, as he grew up on an orphanage and wasn’t able to share his whatever-european legacy. Sure, just a low handful of cousins could actually speak a second language and their mother did a great job at dousing off her sing-song’d words, but Roman believes the reason why Ali pretends not to know the basics of Spanish is to keep herself unaffected by curses and fights (the bigger the trouble, the sharper the Paisa accent).

People have always compared her to their father, probably just because of the lighter skin tone and, again, the lack of Spanish. But Roman always thought he was very similar to him, more than to their mother. Okay, fine, he does looks a lot like their mother, but he has the “sensibility not praised by the family” - what isn’t praised is not the sensibility per se, it’s the obviousness.

“Usted estás fuera de mi herencia.”

He stays silent until she forgets the question and walks away. Roman could explain the whole concept of ‘Bring It On’ and the politics on Cheerocracy to his abuela, only that talking that much right now would be like moving furniture.

His cellphone shakes sparks in his hand. It joins the others two hundred thirteen (at least a hundred and seventy are from the Vidal family group chat) unread messages he’s received over the course of the day. He leaves them to later.

PETER PARKER

It’s okay

Just move on

There is no sigh of relief or jump of enthusiasm. He would move on, eventually, and act like nothing ever affected his bright personality. But the dread feeling of guilty and danger needed to stop bursting first - it always starts before the actual confrontation and ends a lot after the resolution, like a cup of soda with bubbles brimming at the top. So Roman has to wait until the bubbles seize and leave a bad taste at the back of his throat.

“It’s like the desert in Oz here,” Ali says.

Roman looks over at his sister, who’s already looking at him with a wrinkle between her brows. He takes a deep breath. Things keep on happening, he thinks under her cautious gaze.

“There’s no desert in Oz,” he says instead.

“Yes, there is, in the books. There’s this desert that you have to stay away or it burns you up.”

He tilts his head, blinks, and swallows his self-pity, replacing it by a mischievous look and the edge of a smile. “What if I ask abuela to turn on the backyard tap?”

Alícia’s face lit in excitement. They never had a swimming pool at home and neither does their abuela, so when Nico was younger and less cynical, he and some cousins would use a garden hose to splash water everywhere, pointing it to the sky and pretending it was raining. A tradition - or a romanticized improvisation - passed down through generations.

He smirks. “But only if you bring me ice cream.”

“No.”

“Oh, I see, so that’s how you treat me? If you ever ask me a favor again, anything, I won’t-”

“Fiiiine!” Alícia drags the word just like she draws her body out of the couch.

Roman looks down once again and taps a reply: 'I miss you’. His hand reaches up and grabs his cross necklace, pulling the metal chain against his lips.

PETER PARKER

We’ll see each other when summer ends

Happy birthday, btw

Roman wraps himself tighter in the blanket.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re a little paranoid? ” Teases Sam Wilson.

Natasha’s controlled voice answers. “Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something? ”

The presence of his partners is only noticed by their cheap talk. Steve Rogers hears through the earpiece the analysis of the new Avengers’ case. “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

On an apartment in Lagos, Nigeria, Steve observes the busy streets hidden by the curtains. He spots a garbage truck pushing its way through traffic, with no regard to pedestrians or other vehicles.

“Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.”

In a minute, Sam is able to scan the truck with a small drone he treats as a pet, and report the analysis. “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”

Nat is fast to formulate their intentions. “It’s a battering ram.”

Without hesitation, Steve gives the permission to action. They all hear through the communicator when Wanda - the last, but not least component of the task force - exclaims surprised by the sudden order.

“He’s not hitting the police.”

The grasp of his hand on the shield reinforces the mentality of now being, not Steve Rogers, but the Captain America. Soon, he’s at the courtyard of the Institute for Infectious Diseases, fighting against the soldiers in black armor who successfully broke into the place driving the garbage truck. “I make seven hostiles.”

“I make five,” replies Sam. The mayhem keeps sounding over the speaker. “Four.”

Sam scans the inside of the building, in time to Steve reach him and Wanda. “Rumlow’s on the third floor.”

“Wanda,” calls Captain, “just like we practiced.”

Her Eastern European accent tingles in his ear. “What about the gas?”

“Get it out.”

Wanda hex Steve to lift him up and through the window. He uses his shield to break the glass and quickly immobilize a soldier, pulling off his gas mask. Thanks to the serum, Captain America is conveniently immune to such toxins, but the whole intervention takes longer than he planned, with soldiers shooting in his direction from various corners. Wanda starts to dilute the gas with the air, and by the time Steve gets to the target room, the building is clean of the toxins. Just as the room is empty and the biohazard is out of sight.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”

“I’m on it,” replies Natasha on the radio.

An explosion rumbles at the courtyard, Steve runs out onto the balcony and spots Rumlow. A skull mask stares back at him while the man prepares and aims a grenade launcher. The grenade slams into the Captain’s shield and he is thrown back inside. He scrambles to his feet as Rumlow fires two more times, throwing him out of a window, onto a truck, and finally the ground.

The burn sensation on his chest and the ache on his back cause Steve to struggle to get up, but are far from stopping him. “Sam. He’s in an AFV heading north.” With that, the super soldier is running once again into the commotions’ direction.

Sam is the first to locate the vehicle, now crashed over a marketplace. “I got four, they’re splitting up.”

Natasha rides through the crowd on her motorcycle. She abandons it and runs over the hoods of cars, in pursuit. “I got the two on the left.”

Steve is also running across cars when he spots a vest in the middle of the crowd. “They ditched their gear. It’s a shell game now. One of them has the payload-”

Something crashes against the Captain’s shield - a bomb, ticking incessantly. Promptly, Rogers throws the shield in the air and the bomb blows up safely away from the citizens. With the seconds of distraction, Rumlow comes up behind Steve and punches him hard in the back, who collides with the stalls set on the street.

“There you are, you son of a bitch,” says Brock Rumlow approaching the fallen man. “I’ve been waiting for this!”

Another huge strike hits Steve before he can reach his shield. His stiffened back crashes over wooden and his face throbs against the arid ground.

Sam’s voice echoes from the radio. “He doesn’t have it. I’m empty.”

Steve gets up and puts the pain aside, keeping up with the fight and overruling the HYDRA soldier for just a moment, before being cornered.

“This is for dropping a building on my face,” snarls Rumlow. He extends a blade from his gauntlet and knocks on Steve’s direction, who’s able to deflect the blow, hitting the wall instead.

Steve grabs Rumlow’s arm and pulls the gauntlet off, only for him to reveal another knife. But Steve bests him, with a fierce kick to the chin Rumlow is brought to his knees. The man removes his mask, revealing a severely scarred face. “I think I look pretty good, all things considered.”

Captain pulls him by the collar. “Who’s your buyer?”

“You know, he knew you”, Rumlow smiles maliciously. “Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.”

Steve clenches his fists harder and pulls the man further with a rage he couldn’t blame on the Captain America’s professionalism. His fast-beating heart shouts through his ears. “What did you say?”

“He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. 'Till they put his brain back in a blender.”

Steve feels a sharp pain in his throat, closing his lungs. A bitter taste in his mouth.

“He wanted you to know something. He said to me, 'Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.”

A second, and the HYDRA agent activates his bomb vest. Steve flinches as Rumlow’s armor ignites, but Wanda shows in time to keep the blast contained, trapping Rumlow in agony. She lifts him into the air; her hex, however, runs from her grasp and gets out of control, as the explosion finally blossoms, devastating entire floors of a nearby building. At the terrifying scene, Wanda covers her mouth with trembling hands.

“Oh my…” Steve gasps. “Sam, we need- Fire and Rescue. On the south side of the building. We gotta get up there.”

The bitter taste in his mouth, he knows, it’s his own sorrow.

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request - can i request for steve rogers x teen!reader? they have a father daughter relationship ever since he recruited her for team cap. they see each other again back @ the avengers facility after a long time. reader got affected by the snap (they shared a moment before turning to dust like peter & tony in titan) her last words: “i love you dad” and she’s the last one who’ll turn into dust. steve cries, vowing to avenge her and the others. reader has strength, speed, heat vision and flight. thank u!! - @barnes-parker – i’m so sorry it’s taken so long aha but i got so invested in this story and couldn’t stop ahaha <<33

word count - 7679

pairing - dad-figure!steve rogers x teen!reader, uncle!bucky barnes, uncle!sam wilson (btw the uncle figures are so much fun to write i love it omg), pretty much team cap family

a/n - hi! this became a long one and I’m kind of really proud of it so I hope you enjoy!! please let me know if this is the sort of thing you would like to read more!! also this kinda jumps between timelines so the lil ‘—-’ are the same scene just jumps, but the proper ‘——’ are different scenes :::))))))

Stars lit up the sky as you floated above the metropolitan horizon of New York. Your mask covered the bottom half of your face, but you could see your breath cloud as the evening became cold. Landing on a rooftop, you squatted and scanned the area for any disturbances. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw a group of bodies, all crowding around a young woman. The heat signatures they gave off were crazy, deep reds and bright oranges almost hurting your eyes. You jumped across a gap to the next building, trying to get a closer look. Then the woman screamed.

You leapt down from the building, landing in a crouch as the bodies turned to look at you. You stood up quickly, taking in the gasps from the men as they realised who you were. The first man sprinted towards you, throwing a punch at your face. You blocked it with your forearm and jammed your fist into his stomach, doubling him over in pain. You drew your knee up to hit him in the face and jumped over his falling body. Throwing yourself onto the floor, you swung your leg in front of you and tripped up two of the remaining five bodies. As they fell you grabbed their heads, banging them together just hard enough to knock them out for a few hours.

A knife flew by your face, missing you by only a few centimeters. You turned quickly, sprinting towards the attacker and buried your elbow in his face, taking out his legs with your foot. As he fell to the ground, you grabbed his body and threw it against the remaining men, taking them out like bowling pins. Walking towards the young woman, you helped her up and checked her over.

“Thank you,” she stuttered, tears falling on her cheeks. You gave her a smile, hidden by the mask, before sending her on her way. You began lining the bodies up against a wall, ready for the police, when the sounds of footsteps approached you from behind. You spun, holding your hands up in a defensive measure.

“Hello (Y/N),” a man in basic black and purple armor spoke, a quiver strapped across his back. You were taken aback by his use of your name; you had never told anyone of your true identity.

“How do you know my name?” your voice was tense, as were your fists. “Who are you?”

“I’m Clint, this isn’t my normal way of introducing myself,” the man laughed to himself, rubbing a hand against his forehead. “I’m just gonna cut to the chase, we need your help.”

Days later you found yourself in Europe with Captain America, having been recruited for his fight against Tony Stark. The two of you had clicked instantly, him taking the fatherly role that had been missing from your life. You trained together, Wanda helping you with controlling your powers and Steve taking responsibility for your hand-to-hand combat. The progress you saw within yourself in just a few days was outstanding and you found yourself imagining a life with the team, training and becoming friends. But that was a dangerous fantasy.

                                                    ———–

“Take the new guy, he seems about your age,” Steve didn’t look at you as he spoke, his eyes still focused on Tony as he ran across the airfield. “Save Buck and Sam.”

“Ah, my boys always need me,” you laughed despite your anxieties. Sprinting towards the glass building, you flew into the air and crashed through one of the walls. You landed in a traditional “superhero” pose, looking up to assess the situation. Bucky and Sam lay on the floor, tangled up in some kind of web, as Spiderman crouched against a tall pillar.

“Woah, you can fly?!” the kid spoke, his voice revealing his youth. As you considered, he probably wasn’t much younger than you, a year or two at most. How could Tony bring in someone this young?

“Hey kid, haven’t you got homework or something to be doing?” you cocked him a brow, a smirk hidden beneath your mask. Spiderman’s eyes flicked up to you, widening in shock. You threw yourself towards him, arms outstretched to tackle him to the ground. Landing with a thud, you launched Peter across the room where he hit and slid down the wall. You bolted towards Bucky and Sam, ripping apart the webs that bound them. “What would you boys do without me?”

“Probably not have all of my food stolen,” Sam muttered, standing quickly and bringing his hand to his goggles. You sent him a glare before standing alongside Bucky. Glass shattered behind you, and you turned to see Spiderman caught by one of Sam’s drones, pulled outside.

“That works,” you shrugged your shoulders, leading the pair of men towards the building’s exit. “I can’t believe you got your asses handed to you by a kid.”

                                                   ————

Deep breaths echoed, bouncing off of the prison cell walls. You sat by the bars, your arms wrapped around them and your hands intertwined. Your head rested against the cold metal, your eyes barely open as exhaustion took over your entire body. You had barely eaten, you couldn’t remember the last time they had given you water and you were sure the fatigue was obvious on your face. A sigh escaped your lips as you forced your head up to look across at Clint in his cell. He was sat on his bed, his head in his hands - as had become his usual position.

The opening of the main door caused you to look up; you half expected Tony to be back to gloat about his victory, to try and weasel any secrets out of you, but the silhouette in the doorway was taller, broader. As he stepped into the light, you heart broke and your lower lip quivered. Steve’s face was rugged, a hint of a beard tickled his jaw as he walked towards Sam’s cell. The two had a brief conversation, Steve glancing around the room at several points. You assumed Sam was explaining what had been going on. Steve reached into his pocket, pulling out a tablet that had hacked into the Raft’s mainframe. With a click of the screen, the cell bars lifted and you lifted yourself from the ground slowly. Your head spun and your legs shook beneath you as you stumbled your way to Wanda’s cell.

Wanda was the weakest of the group, she had been wrapped up in a straitjacket with an electric collar around her neck. Her eyes were sunken, deep bags hanging beneath them. She dragged her eyes up from the wall to look at you. A tear landed on your cheek as you knelt down before her, looking for some way to remove her restraints. Your breathing sped up as you began to panic, unable to find a solution. A hand touched your back, throwing you off balance as you spun around quickly, falling as your head went fuzzy. Large arms wrapped around you as your consciousness began to fade. You forced your eyes open just long enough to see Steve’s face, smiling down at you as you drifted off to sleep.

                                                          ———–

“She needs to be here, where I- we can look after her.”

“She’s old enough to make this decision herself.”

The steady beeping of medical equipment steadied your breathing as you began to regain consciousness. You tried to lift your hand, but it felt like dead weight. Your fingertips twitched and you let out a soft groan, attempting to communicate with anyone who was in the room.

“Hey kiddo,” Steve’s voice calmed your racing heartbeat as he stepped towards your bed.

“Where are we?” your throat felt as though you had swallowed broken glass and the taste in your mouth was foul.

Steve looked towards the other man in the room, who you could now see was Sam. He sighed, his head hanging before looking back up at you, “A safe house in Sweden, the whole team’s here.”

“How did you- what happened?” your eyebrows furrowed as you coughed, your chest aching with each exhale.

“Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl,” Steve smiled up at you, but his eyes showed his true sadness. “Can’t be part of a team if the rest of the team isn’t there.”

“So, everyone’s staying here? What about Tony?” Steve flinched as you mentioned the name, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“We have to stay under the radar, according to everyone we’re criminals now. Tony isn’t going to try and change that. Nat, Sam and I are going to go underground and Wanda’s gonna be with us most of the time. What you do is up to you,” Steve looked up at you once again, his eyes pleading for you to stay.

“I-I don’t know.” “I don’t want to interrupt a lovely moment,” Sam stepped forward, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “But you’re young. You can’t be giving up your life before you’ve even had one.”

“Whatever you do,” Steve started, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “We’re always here for you, whatever it is, I’m here.”

In the time after Germany, your physical and mental health took a hit. It took you days to be able to walk again, and weeks beyond that to start training. Natasha and Clint would often find you pottering around the safe house at 3am, a dazed look in your eyes and various weapons in your hands. Not to mention the nightmares, they woke not just you, but Steve who would race through from his room - adjacent to yours - when you began screaming, your lungs crying out for oxygen. It was decided that you would go with Wanda, she was the only one who could fully comprehend what was going on in your head, and you would return when you had fully recovered. Whenever that was.

“I’ll come visit as soon as Wanda thinks it’s okay, kid,” the tears in Steve’s eyes threatened to spill as he held you close to his chest. Your cheeks were already damp with salty tears as you had said your goodbyes to the rest of the team. Your arms were tight around Steve’s waist, and you didn’t want to let go. He pulled back to push loose hairs away from your face and to look into your eyes one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you, and thank you,” you hesitated. “Dad.”

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You kicked your leg out as you leapt into the air, thrusting your foot into the chest of an Outrider and slicing another in half with your blade. As you returned to the ground you drove your foot into the fallen Outrider’s face, leaving the Wakandan dirt splattered with black blood. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, a grimace painted across your expression, before looking up to see Steve struggling against a pack of creatures. You launched yourself into the air before hurtling into the group, sending Outriders flying in all directions.

“Thanks kid,” Steve breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his momentum.

“You know, maybe you’re getting too old for this,” you joked with a quick salute. Steve simply raised an eyebrow at you in response and the two of you sprinted in seperate directions. You grabbed a pistol from the holster at your thigh and sent bullets flying towards two Outriders, dark gore showering the dusty ground beneath you. You increased your speed as you lifted off the ground, taking an aerial view of the battle. From your viewpoint, you saw Wanda fighting against one of Thanos’ children, and she wasn’t exactly winning. You bolted towards her, your hair flying behind you as you landed on the ground, sending dirt flying from under your feet.

“She’s not alone,” Natasha spoke as Okoye readied her blade. You stood next to the assassin, fists out in a fighting position. Proxima Midnight looked between the three of you before lunging towards Okoye, blades prepared to strike. She dove, striking at Okoye’s chest as you plunged your foot into her lower back, tripping her onto her back. She rolled up easily, landing in a crouch as she kicked out at Natasha’s feet. Wanda, now up from the ground, lifted Proxima into the air and sent her flying into one of Thanos’ large tanks.

“Anyone got eyes on Vision?” Sam’s voice came through your comms and you spun quickly to see Vision fighting another of Thanos’ children. You gave Wanda a quick nod before she used her power to give you a boost into the air. You hurtled through the air to the forest, your landing ruined by the dense trees. You dropped through branches before arriving at the floor, the air sucked out of your lungs. You wheezed, your eyes closed as pain surged through your entire body. Your adrenaline was starting to wear out, and you weren’t unscathed from the fight. Looking down at your body, blood and dirt was caking your armor, skin exposed to show deep wounds. You lifted yourself onto your knees, looking up to see Vision stabbed by Corvus Glaive. You stood quickly, grabbing a dagger from your belt and lunged towards the creature, sinking the blade into his side.

Suddenly, Corvus was tackled to the ground and you whipped around to see Steve getting to his feet, yelling across at you and Vision. Vision was visibly injured and struggling to move. He nodded at you and the message was clear. You sprinted towards Steve and Glaive, landing a punch on Glaive’s cheek and kicking your shin into the back of his knee. As he fell, he grabbed your arm and threw you into a tree, your spine curving around the trunk. You cried out in pain as you landed against the ground. Steve blocked Glaive’s blade with his shield, landing a punch and grabbing the blade and throwing it in the opposite direction. Glaive grabbed Steve by the neck, throwing him onto a fallen tree where Steve rolled, grimacing in pain. Corvus walked towards the tree where you were still shaking with agony, and wrapped his hand around your neck. You gasped for breath, your eyes beginning to go hazy.

As you sucked in a shallow breath, Glaive’s eyes went wide. His body lifted as a blade protruded from his chest, revealing Vision holding the staff behind him. Letting go of the stave, Vision fell to the ground. You gasped for oxygen as Steve sprinted over, blood trickling down his face from a cut on his forehead. You crawled towards the pair as Vision’s eyes began to droop, Steve holding his head.

“Hey, you’re good,” you spoke slowly, breathlessly. “We’ve got to get you out of here, okay? I can take you-”

“There’s no way you’re doing anything,” Steve’s voice was stern. “You’re injured, we can’t risk you any further.” “Steve, we need to get him out of-”

“I know, but-”

Wanda arrived on the scene, her face painted with worry as her eyes landed on Vision.

“Don’t cut me off!” your voice was raised, filled with urgency. “I can fly him up, get him back into the building. I’ll take out all of the Outriders, I can do it.”

“It’s too danger-”

Steve stopped speaking as dark clouds appeared between the trees, an ominous noise wiping out all cries from the battle field. A large figure stepped through them, a familiar golden glove decorating his left hand. He tensed and flexed his fingers, the stones making beautiful sounds as he glanced around, assessing the area. You looked towards Steve, his eyebrows furrowed as he stood.

“He’s here.”

———————————————————————————————————–

early 2018 - remote europe

The bed creaked beneath you as you sat, the old wooden bed frame groaning at your presence. You pulled the medical kit out from your drawers, opening it to grab the antiseptic and cotton wool, before pulling up your shirt. A grimace crossed your face as you pressed the ointment to your skin, the stinging sensation dancing across your stomach. Grabbing a bandage from the box, you unwound it and wrapped it around your torso, ensuring it was tight enough to stop any bleeding. Then you moved on to the multiple wounds across your arms.

“Got yourself in kind of a bad state, kid,” you turned slowly to see the familiar face of Sam Wilson. “Need a hand?”

An aggravated sigh left your lips as you stood from the bed, “How did you find me?”

“Well, the deal was you were with Wanda. But that’s obviously not how it played out,” Sam gave you a serious look. “She told us the last place you said you were going and we took it from there.”

You rolled up the leg of your suit, cursing under your breath as you saw the bruising that had begun to appear. “Are you alone?” The uneasy tone of your voice didn’t go unnoticed. Sam looked across at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he considered the team.

“We didn’t want to undo anything Wanda might have-” Sam struggled for his next word, thinking carefully of his next word.

“Fixed?” you finished the sentence for him, looking up and giving him a breathy laugh. “Well, don’t worry. I can take care of myself.”

“You don’t have to.”

The words stopped you in your tracks.  You took a deep breath, turning to face the man before you.

“You’ve heard about the Infinity Stones?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wanda and Vision mentioned them a few times, told me a bit about them. Why?” “Some big, scary guy is trying to get them all. They went for the Mind Stone, but we got to Vision first.”

“Is he okay?” you spoke, your voice raising slightly with concern.

“He’s fine, he’s back at the compound with Steve and Nat,” Sam stepped towards you. “We need you, (Y/N).”

“Now, where have I heard that before?” you joked with a sigh, rubbing your forehead with your palms.

“He needs you.”

You looked up, pained eyes searing into Sam’s.

“What’s the mission?”

                                                          ——-

The quinjet landed beside the Avengers facility and your heart jumped the second you reached the floor. You were instantly aware of how you looked, the weight of your backpack, the noises your jacket made as you stepped off of the jet. Sam moved to stand beside you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“You ready, kid?”

You gave a quick nod in response, your eyes fixed on the main doors directly in front of you.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam began to walk, his large strides putting distance between the two of you. Gritting your teeth, you forced one foot in front of the other, counting down the seconds until you were inside. The training hall was the exact same as when you had left. A sense of comfort washed over you, releasing the tightness in your chest as you looked around. A small smile broke onto your face as memories flooded back: training with Bucky, long nights talking with Wanda, Natasha trying to teach you new moves, leading to you on the floor, the breath stolen from your lungs.

Footsteps alerted you to a presence behind you and you spun around to meet Wanda’s kind eyes.

“Hey,” you breathed, a wobble in your voice.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to be by yourself bu-” Wanda began to walk towards you, taking your hands in hers.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, pulling her into a hug. “I understand. Plus, everyone was probably missing me tons. You know, I don’t know how they survived without me.” You feigned a confident front, but you weren’t sure that Wanda was fooled.

She laughed nervously, taking your arm in hers and leading you towards one of the main rooms. You stopped before the door, looking across at your friend. She gave you a comforting smile before opening the doors and walking in. Your body felt like lead as you stepped through the doorway, seeing the same people you had left two years ago.

Nat’s eyes met yours and she rushed over, wrapping you in her arms. Although she rarely showed it, Natasha was one of the most caring people you had ever met. It was an extreme contrast to the act she maintained, but you knew her in a way no-one else did. She pulled back, her hands on your shoulders as she studied your face. You could see the relief on her face as you took in her appearance.

“I like the hair,” you let out a laugh. “You know, it’s hard for a redhead to pull off blonde.”

“Good thing I have the attitude for it,” she smirked, hugging you once again before returning to the large screen in the centre of the room.

You spotted Vision at the other side of the room, talking with Wanda, and gave him a quick wave. He responded with a smile, still growing accustomed to human greetings.

“Where’s Steve?” you spoke softly, to no-one in particular.

Natasha turned to look at you, “He’s in his room. Something about not wanting to make you uncomfortable or nervous.”

“I’m gonna-” you trailed off, leaving the room.

The corridors were hauntingly familiar, the same lights flickering as your shoes moved quietly along the wooden floor. 84. It was still 84 steps from the stairs to your room. Your heart rate increased as your hand stroked the door handle, pressing it lightly to reveal your room. Nothing had been moved, it looked as though you had been there only yesterday. The light streamed in from the closed window, thin, white curtains sitting perfectly still. You walked slowly towards the centre of the room, dropping your backpack onto your bed. It was a weird sensation, being back in a place that held so many mixed emotions.

You were snapped out of your memories as footsteps quickly approached from behind. You spun around and saw Steve standing in the door frame, an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were back already,” Steve diverted his eyes, avoiding meeting yours. “I thought someone was-”

He stopped talking as you walked towards him. Once you were within touching distance, your lower lip began to quiver and you wrapped your arms around him quickly, sobs escaping your lips. He sighed in relief and hugged you back.

“I’m sorry,” you spluttered, pulling away to look up at him. “I shouldn’t have gone off on my own, it was stupid and-”

“Hey, no,” Steve pulled you back into his chest. “I just-, I got scared. But that’s my fault, not yours.”

You stayed in the same position for a few minutes, just taking comfort in his familiar heartbeat. When you pulled away, he wiped the tears from your face before walking you back through to the meeting room. Natasha was now joined by Rhodey and they were deep in discussion, frequently referencing to various sheets of paper that were strewn across the table. They looked up when you entered, Rhodey folding his arms across his chest.

“Welcome back,” you hadn’t met Rhodey before, only briefly encountered him at the airport battle, but you could tell you were going to get along with him pretty well. “You heard of Thanos?”

———————————————————————————————————

“What did you do?” Thor bellowed. The gauntlet was fried, burned into Thanos’ skin. The titan looked around, a smile growing across his face, before summoning a portal and falling through. You looked across at Bucky, who was standing from where he had been thrown. A sense of unease settled across Wakanda and glancing around, it was obvious that everyone felt the same. You launched yourself into the air, trying to see the battlefield, to see if the same dread could be felt across the nation. And that’s where you saw it. Soldiers floating away in the wind, nothing but ashes. Your heart dropped as your mouth opened, your breathing staggering. You crashed back into the forest, looking around at your fellow Avengers.

“Something’s not right, people are-are-” you stuttered, your heart racing faster than it ever had. Steve looked across at you, concerned.

“Steve,” Bucky’s voice came from behind you as you turned. A pile of dust was on the floor, where Bucky’s body would have fallen. Your breath hitched as tears pricked your eyes. Steve staggered over, his heart breaking in his chest. Kneeling down, he ran his fingers through the remains of his best friend, his face obvious with distress. He looked up between you and Thor, the three of you sharing a thought. What the hell is going on?

Something inside of you felt off. Your stomach lurched as you looked up at Steve, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. He stood quickly, racing over to hold you in his arms.

“Steve, I-I don’t know-” you spluttered, tears staining his armor.

“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Steve’s voice cracked, his facade of strength dissolving before your very eyes. Natasha burst through the trees, her breathing heavy and her face panicked. You had never seen her this way before, the unshakable assassin, shaken. You fell to the floor as your knees gave out, Steve going with you. He held you in his lap, his hands running through your hair.

“What’s going to happen?” your voice wavered as you looked up at your mentor, your face tacky with salty tears.

“I-I don’t know,” Steve could barely look at you, feeling sick to his stomach. “But it’s going to be okay, I’m gonna figure it out, okay?” He nodded, trying to convince himself most of all.

Your legs went numb and you tilted your head to look down, but Steve placed his hand under your chin, lifting your eyes back to his. Your breathing sped up, panic settling in your stomach as you felt like you were going to throw up.

“I love you, Dad.”

Steve fell forward as your body dissolved before him. A tear fell from his eyes onto the ashes on his arms. Natasha walked towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she chewed on her bottom lip, her anxieties getting the best of her. Steve looked at the floor, his body heating with despair and anger.

“This isn’t over. I will get them back, and I will kill Thanos.”

Your eyelids were heavy as light beamed through the thin layer of skin. Squinting, you lifted a hand to cover your face and sat up slowly. Steve was gone. Looking around you could see Bucky standing up, Sam on the floor and the tree guy next to a log. But no Steve, no Natasha, no Rhodey. You made eye contact with Bucky, and confusion was plastered across his face, as you were sure it was across yours.

“Where’s Steve?” you stuttered, your legs shaking beneath you. Stumbling over to Sam, you took his hand and he gave it a quick squeeze. “Where’s anyone?” “I don’t know,” Bucky spoke slowly, moving to join the pair of you as T’Challa and Wanda emerged from seperate parts of the forest. You lowered yourself to the ground slowly, your body exhausted from whatever had just happened. Sam rubbed his forehead, desperately trying to hold it together and figure out an answer to the thousands of questions running through his head.

Your breathing was speeding up, your heart pounding in your chest; it felt as though your ribs were about to explode from the pressure. Your worried eyes met Bucky’s and he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his larger, calloused grip. He gave you a soft smile, exaggerating his breathing to encourage you to fall in sync with his. Due to his past, Bucky was no stranger to anxiety and thus he was the one you always went to when your body started to act against you. He was more than happy to help, seeing you like a little sister and wanting nothing more than to protect you from the big, bad world. Your lip quivered before you took it between your teeth, hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes darted between Bucky and Sam, but as you looked at them you saw them looking in an entirely different direction.

A man stood before a glowing, amber circle, his red cape floating behind him as he strided towards you.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange. I was with Tony Stark as we fought Thanos, and I’m assuming you lost as we did,” Stephen’s eyes danced across the group, trying to devise the leader.

Sam stepped forward, “Nah, this is our victory party. You don’t see the balloons?” Despite his jokes, his voice was dark, serious.

“It’s been 5 years since our defeat,” your eyebrows furrowed at Strange’s statement. “And the Avengers need us.”

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“Avengers, assemble.”

Roars broke out from all around you, an army running and fighting as one. Steve was at the forefront, his shield in one hand and Mjolnir in the other. You could see the grime and dried blood that coated his face from your position, despite being fairly far away. You sprinted forward, a cry escaping your lips in anticipation of the extreme battle that quickly approached. Holding your arms out before you, you launched yourself into the air and thrust your fist into an oncoming Leviathan. The punch reverberated through its entire being and it began to fall as a white horse came flying through the air, the Valkyrie atop it slicing the beast’s spine. You sent her a quick smile before turning to observe the ongoing battle. You bolted into a large group of Outriders, a shockwave exploding beneath your feet and sending creatures flying into the air, where they were quickly taken out by Tony and Pepper. You were moving at an incredible pace, legs and arms flying as you obliterated any Outriders that dared to threaten you.

“What do I do with this thing?” Clint’s voice was familiar over comms, and instantly you knew the object he was referring to. The gauntlet.

“Get it as far away from here as possible,” the sound of Steve’s voice made your heart skip a beat. A smile broke onto your face as you realised, this could be it. This could be the end of Thanos, the end of constantly looking over your shoulder for trouble. You could have a life after this. Your eyes roamed the battlefield, searching for a glimpse of the red glove. Amongst the hoards of creatures, you spotted Clint diving and dodging oncoming attacks and bulleted towards him, your feet leaving the ground and your body becoming streamlined.

“Hey kid, not really an ideal time,” Clint spoke, his breathing heavy as he dodged under a blade that flew towards him.

“Gimme that thing,” you nodded towards the gauntlet.

“Hell no, I’ve already fallen for that once today,” he continued to run, the glove tucked underneath his arm.

“Clint,” you looked at him, your eyes stern. “I can fly. They can’t get it up there.”

The man hesitated a moment, before holding the gauntlet out to you, “Touché.”

With the gauntlet secured in your grip, you bolted into the air, your hair flying out behind you. The roars of battle echoed from below, but your focus remained on getting the glove away from Thanos. A searing pain shot through your abdomen as you were thrown to the ground. Looking down, you saw the hilt of a knife sticking out of your side. You gasped, blood trickling down your side as you brought yourself to stand again, gripping the knife and pulling it out of you. Gritting your teeth, your eyes roaming for the perpetrator as you began to run. Your feet were heavy beneath you, swinging back and forth across the uneven battlefield. Shots rang out around you, but you didn’t flinch. Once again, you jumped into the air, throwing your head back to look at the ships above you.

Bullets flew past you, bolts of energy and weapons you couldn’t recognise skimming your armor. Leather could only hold off so much, and little cuts and digs were becoming bigger and more painful. You could feel your power draining as your body began to give out, failing under the increasing pressure of losing oxygen and blood. Your eyes struggled to remain open as the air became thinner and you felt your grip on the gauntlet loosening. In a panic, you scrambled to hug the glove to your chest and you began to fall. The ground was closing in as you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for impact.

“Hi, I’ve got you!” a familiar voice rang out as you felt arms catching you. You forced your eyes open and saw the familiar mask of Spiderman. A breathy chuckle escaped your lips as Peter raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile across his face. “I thought you said you could fly.”

You simply nudged him in response, trying to maintain any kind of energy that was left in your exhausted body. “You have spider-legs now?”

“Oh these things?” Peter glanced at his suit as you reached the ground, him letting you down gently. “That’s not even the best bit.” He reached out for the glove, and you gave it to him gladly. You smiled at him before he swung off, gauntlet in hand. You allowed yourself a few moments to catch your breath, glancing around at the battlefield and trying to find your teammates. You spotted Rhodey in the air, thrusters lit up as he attacked a Leviathan, with Sam on his tail, shots firing out at a rapid speed.

Blood rushed through your body as you gathered your strength to stand, muscled legs holding you up. A herd of Outriders watched you rise and sprinted towards you, teeth scratching and drool flying as they ran. You gritted your teeth as your rubbed your hands together, readying your familiar fighting stance. Your fists acted upon muscle memory, driving into chests and faces, legs flying and stomping on fallen creatures. Your armor became covered in Outrider gore, staining your skin with a deep blue tint. You fought until an entire group of monster corpses lay at your feet, your breathing was heavy and sweat droplets coated your forehead. With a quick swipe of your hand, your face was almost cleared of Outrider blood and your eyes focused once again as you looked towards the surrounding creatures.

“I am inevitable,” Thanos’ voice rang out over the battlefield and you spun to see the heavy gauntlet on his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers touched, the sharp snap cutting through the dense air. A confused look appeared across the titan’s face as he turned his hand, revealing the lack of infinity stones. You gasped as your eyes roamed to Tony, who was kneeling with the stones implanting on his suit.

“I. Am. Iron Man.”

A sharp, metallic tone shattered the air. Pain was instantly shown on Tony’s face as his body crumpled to the ground. The hoards of creatures that had begun to charge towards you stopped, all seeming to share a thought. These monsters that you had previously thought incapable of emotion were scared. A quick look around the battlefield showed that their entire race was reacting the same way. The area was almost silent, only heavy breathing could be heard over your comms.

Your feet began to move slowly beneath you, carrying your body towards the familiar presence of Wanda, who was stood near to you. Without turning to look at you, she took your hand in hers, her eyes still glued to the titan knelt in the centre of the fight. Around you, ships fell from the sky, exploding as they met the ground. Fire burst out in the perimeter of the battlefield, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the monster stood before you. His breathing slowed as his eyes dropped to the ground, his elbows resting on his knees. He remained there for a few seconds before looking up towards Tony, and dissolving away with the wind. Your breath hitched in your throat as he turned to ash. You tilted your head up to look at Wanda as a single tear rolled down her face. She dragged her eyes towards you and a relieved smile broke onto her face as she looked at you. You pulled her into a tight hug, sobs escaping both of you as you felt her arms around you.

You pulled away after a few moments, your tearstained face smiling up at her with a mix of relief and heartbreak. You couldn’t imagine the cacophony of emotions whirring through her body. Your heartbeat was steadily increasing as you looked around the battlefield, looking for one person. Steve. Your comms were alight with conversation and celebration, making it impossible to identify individual voices. And then, from across the battlefield, your eyes locked with his. A breathy sob escaped your lips as you began to sprint towards him, your injured legs stumbling as you crossed the uneven terrain.

His arms were around you within an instant, your face pressed into his chest. Tears spilled from both of you, neither in belief of what had actually happened. Steve pulled away to look at your face, and despite being in his old uniform, you could see the weathered effect the past 5 years had had on him. His eyes were swimming as he assessed your face, barely an hour older than when you had disappeared before him. Your mind raced with questions but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“Hey kid,” Steve’s voice cracked as he looked down at you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey,” you stuttered, your voice shaking. “So, it’s not weird that I called you dad right?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head, “It would be an honor.”

He pulled you into him once again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You spent a few moments just relishing in the familiarity of your family. Wanda had approached the pair of you, alongside Bucky and Sam. Steve took Bucky into his arms, patting his back as he pressed his face into Bucky’s soft shoulder. Sam jokingly wrapped his arm around the pair, encasing them in a group hug. You smiled at the action, taking Wanda’s hand once again. Once the group of boys had separated, Steve gave Wanda a quick hug, smiling at his friend. You situated yourself between Steve and Bucky, an arm around each as you settled into the comfort of your family.

Peering around the group, you noticed an empty space, “Where’s Nat?”

Steve’s face dropped as he looked around the group, “She -uh, she didn’t make it.”

Your eyes clouded over as your eyes fell to the ground. The group shared a few minutes of silence, grieving for your fallen sister. You reached to take Steve’s hand in your own, giving it a squeeze and looking up at him through clouded eyes. “She knows we won, and we won for her.”

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Tony’s lakeside cabin was beautiful during the summer, the rays of sun beaming through the windows. You could have sat out by the lake for hours, not a single thought crossing your mind. It was peaceful, and you felt the most peace in knowing that Tony and Natasha were at peace as well. The funeral had been deeply emotional; you hadn’t known Tony too well yourself, but seeing the effect he had had on people’s lives proved to you how important your job was. You sat on the porch, watching Tony’s young daughter as she played by the lakeshore. An absent-minded smile danced across your face, the cool breeze tickling your face.

“Hey kid,” Steve approached you, his hands in his pockets as he sat next to you. You lifted your eyes to meet his, noticing the nerves he was trying to hide. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you shifted to give him some space.

“Hey,” your voice was soft. “How is everyone?”

Steve took a deep breath, surveying the horizon before you, “As good as they can be, I guess. Bruce is setting everything up, should be ready to go pretty soon. Best to just get it all fixed now.” You nodded up at him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, hugging you into his side. “Can we talk?”

“What else were we doing?” you turned to face him, your entire body shifting as you crossed your legs beneath you.

“I mean, a serious talk.”

“Of course, what’s up?” nerves rumbled in your stomach as he looked down at you, his well known “serious face” on display.

“I think I’m going to stay there,” Steve’s eyes dropped to the floor, as though he was trying to look at anything other than you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Where? What are you-” you stopped yourself as realisation vibrated through your body. “As in-?”

Steve nodded, his eyes clouding with tears.

“With Peggy?” Your voice cracked as you felt your throat thicken. Tears threatened to spill, but you focused all of your efforts into staying strong, for him.

“I- I can’t stay here when I could be living the life I truly want.”

You ducked to meet Steve’s eyeline, drawing it back to you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. “I understand, and I love you. No matter what.”

Steve pulled you towards him, tears falling from his eyes onto your hair. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head then placed his cheek on top. He could feel your chest rising and falling unevenly as quiet sobs escaped your lips. Your face was pressed into his shirt, taking comfort in being able to hear his heartbeat.

“Say hi to Peggy for me,” you smiled, your lower lip quivering as a tear dropped onto your cheek. Steve pulled away from you, taking your face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes alight with emotion as he looked down at you.

“Do you want to come out, stand with Sam and Buck?” You nodded in response, taking his hand gently in yours. “I’ve spoken to Bucky, but we’re not gonna tell Sam. I don’t think he would take it too well.”

“Judging by some of his previous reactions, I would say you’re correct,” you laughed slightly as the two of you left the lodge. The brief walk through the forest was a daze, you barely felt as though your feet were touching the floor. You tried your hardest to take in every moment, knowing it would be some of your last with Steve, but your uncertainty took hold of your consciousness.

You reached the clearing where Bucky and Sam were deep in conversation with Bruce. The pair turned as they heart your footsteps, Bucky giving you a knowing smile as his eyes met yours. Sam jogged over, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“You okay, kid?” he looked down at you.

You wiped your face quickly, having forgotten about the tears. “Yeah, just allergies.”

“I keep telling you to go outside, instead of stuck in your room all day,” Sam’s eyebrows raised in an “I-told-you-so” manner.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you shoved his chest jokingly, making a beeline towards Bruce. You watched as he pulled a small briefcase out from beneath the table. Steve stepped towards you, unclasping the buckles to ensure that all of the Infinity Stones were counted for.

“Remember, the exact second they were taken, then-”

“Then back, yep. Got it,” you were surprised at how Steve sounded, confident. He closed the case, taking it in one hand and Mjolnir in the other. It still shocked you to see the magnificent hammer in his grip. He climbed the stairs, not looking back at the group of friends behind him. You found yourself moving towards Bucky, wrapping your arm around his.

“Okay, and 3, 2, 1,” Bruce pressed a button on the machine and Steve was gone. You breath faltered and Bucky reached to take your hand, his eyes still fixated on the spot where his best friend had just stood. You remained silent, not wanting to bring Sam’s attention to you, not wanting to let him know anything that was happening.

“And back in 3, 2, 1.”

You turned your head into Bucky’s shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as you began to accept that he was gone.

“Where is he?!” Sam’s voice boomed through the bare clearing as he glared across at Bruce, who was panicking and rushing around his equipment.

Bucky nudged you with his shoulder, causing you to look up and across at the bench by the lake. A small silhouette was outlined in light, white hair sitting atop of a frail, old body.

“Sam,” Bucky’s voice pulled Sam out of his confusion as he turned, following Bucky’s gaze towards the old man. “You go ahead.”

Sam walked over slowly, his hands in his pockets as he looked out to the water. You watched the conversation, too far away to hear any of the words spoken. Bucky remained in silence, your hand still in his. He pulled his eyes from the scene before him and looked down at you, trying to gauge your feelings towards the situation. “You wanna go speak to him?”

You considered for a moment before shaking your head. “We said our goodbyes, I’m okay.” Bucky gave you a soft smile before turning his attention back towards his friends. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before spinning on your heels, your gaze fixed on the cabin through the woods. A tear fell to your cheek as you left, leaving behind the comfort of your father. Thoughts spun through your head as you walked, but you brushed them to the side.

The future is bright, so full of opportunity and possibility. And you have to take it. For Natasha, for Tony, for Steve.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #dad!steve rogers x reader #dad!steve rogers #captain america #captain america x reader #chris evans #uncle!bucky #uncle!sam #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #marvel #captain america imagine #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #sam wilson #tony stark #avengers #civil war #cacw #peter parker #thanos #infinity war #endgame

[lesbiancouplescounseling]

Most of the lesbian couples that reach out to do couples counseling with me say that one of their biggest relationship issues is COMMUNICATION.

Can you relate?

If so, you’re definitely not alone. It’s supper common for couples (yes, even lesbian couples) to struggle with communication.

There are a couple of typical ways that these pesky communication problems show up

Do you and your partner go round and round about the same topics and never get anywhere new?

Do you end up frustrated or angry, feeling like she doesn’t listen or really hear what you’re saying?

Afterward, do you ever want to crawl in a hole because you said some mean or hurtful things to the woman you love? Feeling sad that you can’t hit a rewind button and change what you said.

Or would you say more of your issues result from the communication affliction of avoidance?

You know, where you work hard to avoid having difficult discussions, because you don’t want to end up fighting. So you never (or at least rarely) speak your most vulnerable truth.

Whether you’re fighting too often or not speaking up enough, my bet is (like the couples I see in couples therapy) you can improve your communication game. And become a much better team.

7 simple habits that will improve your communication instantly (And they have nothing to do with how you talk or listen)

Chances are, most of the things you’ve heard or read about how to improve your communication are technical suggestions on how to speak differently or listen differently.

Well, you’ll be glad to know that I’m not going to bore you with more tips on how to use “I statements” or how to “parrot back” to your partner what you’ve just heard her say.

In my world, those tips are tired. AND ineffective. Especially if you don’t have some of the foundational pieces in place.

It would be like telling you and your partner to choreograph a seamless dance without knowing what music you’ll be dancing to or where you’ll be dancing. Just wouldn’t work well. Right?

7 non-verbal communication moves that will up your communication game:

1. Check the clock

Maybe that sounds silly. But I’m dead serious.

Think about this…

Have you ever tried to start a difficult conversation at about the time your partner is thinking of heading to bed? Or worse yet, right before your dinner guests are due to arrive?

Needless to say, it doesn’t go so well.

So, make sure you’re mindful of what time it is in relation to other important things going on with you and her.

And never start a hard discussion right before bed. Getting enough quality sleep is an important ingredient to happy relationships.

2. Sit eye-to-eye

What the heck does that mean?

I’ll tell you.

When you sit across from your partner, and close enough to see each other’s eyes (that’s what I call eye-to-eye), you set yourselves up for communication success. And you’ll go from disconnected to connected, fast.

It’s like having music for the dance.

One of my mentors, Dr. Stan Tatkin, explains that love is up close and war is at a distance.

When you gaze into one another’s eyes, you and your partner will have a loving and calming effect on each other.

You’ll be much less likely to trigger a threat response. And you’ll be in a position to read each other’s facial expressions. Which will help with understanding.

BTW — that’s different than reading each other’s minds.

3. Smile

A genuine smile is a universal signal for friendliness.

It’s a quick way to let your beloved know that you’re on her team. That you’re not out to get her. That you actually like her.

I want you to think back to a time when your partner was super uptight at a social gathering because she felt uncomfortable. And you caught her eye and smiled at her. Remember how she instantly relaxed a bit when you smiled at her?

Smiling at her during a tough conversation will help her relax, too.

And when she’s relaxed she’ll probably do that mirroring thing and smile back at you.

Ahhhh!

Then the tension you’re feeling will ease, in turn.

Smiles create beautiful positive feedback loops. So don’t miss out!

Become the smile leader during your next communication bout, and notice what happens.

4. Start calm and remain calm

Whether you’re the one bringing up a topic to talk about, or your partner is asking you to hear her out, be sure to start the conversation from a place of calm.

If you’re agitated and can’t get to calm, let her know you want to postpone the talk until you’re unflustered.

I’m telling you, your communicating will suck if you’re not in the calm emotional range. This range of calm, emotional equilibrium has been referred to as The Window of Tolerance.

I encourage you to work on developing the skills to regulate your emotional and physiological reactions so that you can remain in that zen zone throughout your conversation.

An easy self-calming trick you can start with is to take a slow, deep breath in, followed by a longer exhale. And do that 3 or 4 times in a row. Or 10, if you need to.

5. Use soothing touch

A great way to help your partner and yourself to stay in (or quickly return to) the window of tolerance, is by using gentle non-sexual touch.

You can reach out and take her hand, put your knee against hers, touch her arm, or even reach out for a hug.

A soothing touch will communicate friendliness and love. It will calm tension and remind you both that you’re in this together.

We’re on the same team, here. Not enemies.

Soothing touch goes a long way to set you up for a lovely communication dance.

6. Beware of your threatening gestures

Sitting eye-to-eye is one of the best ways to minimize threatening gestures. That’s because your brain will automatically respond to movements that you catch in your peripheral vision as more threatening.

But you also need to beware (and mindful) and take responsibility for your facial expressions, gestures, body postures, and tone of voice that your partner might interpret as threatening.

If you trip her threat response wire, the calm and effective communication stint will be over.

So, check yourself on threatening gestures such as:

rolling your eyes

raising your voice

crossing your arms

turning away from her when she’s speaking to you

sighing loudly when you don’t like what you’re hearing

clicking your tongue

checking your phone

flipping her off

Just.Don’t.Do.Those.Things. They’re rude and they’re communication wreckers.

7. Stay steady

Here’s what I mean by stay steady.

Sometimes it can be terribly challenging to share your vulnerable thoughts, feelings, wants, desires, and concerns with you partner.

Stay steady.

Just go slow and take your time.

As my teachers, Dr. Ellyn Bader and Dr. Peter Pearson have taught me…

Remind yourself: This is an expression of who I am — It’s about me revealing myself and being willing to express my own thoughts and feelings. This process is about my willingness to take a risk to speak or discover my truth, and about increasing my ability to tolerate the expression of our differences.

Another time you’ll need to stay steady is when your partner is sharing with you something that she feels strongly about. Perhaps something that you disagree with.

It might be something she’s upset about. Or even a problem she’s having with you.

Yowza!

Time to stay steady so you can hear her out. It’s up to you to manage your reactions so that you remain curious without getting upset or defensive.

Try these 7 communication tips, today

You can set yourself up to have better communication immediately by incorporating these 7 non-verbal communication habits into your interactions right away.

In my next blog, I’ll be sharing a different set of communication skills that will help you have communication success every time you have a conversation with your babe. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, if your relationship is in trouble, and practicing some new communication skills feels like putting a bandaid on a broken leg, then consider coming to a Lesbian Couples Retreat in Denver. Or if you live in or near Denver, call to set up a free consultation for couples counseling. I promise, Lesbian Couples Therapy can help you get back to being happy and secure for good.

#Lesbian Couples Therapy #Couples Counseling #Lesbian Couples Retreat #Relationships #Communication #Couples

[emoternity]

stuff that's happened during anne frank

there's a lot of these so i feel like it's only right to do one

margot: *sings softly*

peter: *screeching* YOU'RE ON VOCAL REST

margot: *also screeching* I KNOW

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peter: *passes anne*

anne: *sticks his foot out*

peter: *dramatically pretends to trip over it after he's already passed him*

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peter: no margot's supposed to be sitting on the bed!

margot: but i'm helping mrs.frank with blocking!

peter: but margot's supposed to be sitting on the bed!

margot: *huffs and puts a chair on the bed to stand in for her*

*later* 

*chair falls on mrs.frank*

mrs.frank: *screech*

the whole cast: what???

mrs.frank: margot tackled me!!

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anne: *starts to cry about their shitty life*

tech 1: *hugs him* it's alright, papa's got you

anne: thanks now you made it weird

tech 1: yeah that's my only talent

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peter: gosh there aren't any comfortable places to sit

tech 1: i mean you could sit in my lap

peter: *shrugs and does it*

anne: i'm jealous

tech 1: of who?

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mrs.van daan: *always calls tech 1 daddy*

mr.van daan: could you NOT

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tech 1: *tells us about a time he broke his leg and had to be on crutches for a show he was in*

anne: *jokingly* were you playing crutchie?

tech 2: *emphatically* no he was playing jack kelly

cast: *stunned silence*

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anne: *crying* i'm just so tired

tech 1: i'm a really good pillow

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cast: *calling tech 1's dog*

mr.dussel: come here if you support communism 

dog (lexi): *immeadiatly trots over*

tech 1: what the fuck lexi

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anne: i'd call him a son of a bitch but i actually kinda like his mom. 

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mr.dussel: *to anne* i'll bet you last a solid two minutes in that game

anne: what are you betting

mr.dussel: my epipen

anne: *lasts 40 seconds* pay up

mr.dussel: *tosses him his epipen*

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tech 1: you can play any song on my phone you want

anne: *plays gasolina*

tech 1: that's a mexican stripper song

anne: i just know it from a fanfiction! wait how do you know it?

tech 1: *guilty silence*

tech 1: so i have a wattpad

anne and mr.dussel: what!?!

anne: please don't tell me you write smut

tech 1: *more guilty silence*

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anne: if you don't stop i'm going to shove this some place you don't want it to be *gestures to wii remote he's holding*

tech 1: *mumbling* it's not like it hasn't been there before

anne: *gestures to mr.dussel* innocent ears!

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mr.dussel: *plays meme song on grand piano*

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mr.dussel: *is the only straight person in the room*

anne: *keeps shooting him apologetic looks*

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peter: *gets excited about 40 year old electric piano that's half broken*

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anne: *watches the livestream of the area 51 raid and interrupts rehearsal multiple times to catch us up*

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anne: *educates everyone on conspiracy theories*

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tech 1: *to anne* you have to spread your legs

tech 1: i shouldn't have said that that way

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mr.dussel: *claps mr.frank on the shoulder and looks him in the eyes intensely* cigarettes are the root of all evil

mr.frank: *fearful look*

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tech 1: i love jackcrutchie

anne: otp or brotp?

tech 1: brotp, duh

anne: thank goodness i really didn't want to kill you

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anne: *is the only guy on the makeup team*

anne: *always has to listen to the rest of the team bitch about guys not knowing how to apply makeup*

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peter: i look perfect without makeup

anne: but you'd look killer with eyeliner

peter: well yes but-

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anne: on a scale of 1 - 10 how spiked is this?

tech 1: vodka

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anyway i'll probably do more because we're far from the end of this. who do y'all ship, i'm really curious? also which one do you think i am? (tech 1 is gold and i love him forever) [btw the dog is called communism now and responds to that. she's a rescue so who knows why she likes that so much]

#theater #diary of anne frank #play

[lisinfleur]

so what do you think about the episode?

I was afraid someone would ask me that bc I have some controversial opinions on the last episode of Vikings… So, let’s see…

First of all: WHERE THE FUCK IS FLOKI? 

I really want to believe they wanted to leave us with the suspense. It is too stupid for me to believe Floki died that idiot way. Such a huge character, such a big person, dying that way was too stupid, even for me. Like Lagertha - who was supposed to be dead LONG AGO and has NO FUCKING AGE to be dressed to battle as she was in the fucking trailer for season 6 - he’s part of the old cast and I really wish to see Floki in season 6, having a better ending than buried in a mountain tricked by the Christian God.

Now… One by one, and the shorters first:

Ubbe Ragnarsson

The meeting with Hvitserk, in the end, was TERRIBLE. I was waiting for any kind of talk, even an angry one, anything. But they didn’t exchange more than glares and Hvitserk’s eyes were pretty confused, not letting me understand if he was sad because of Ubbe’s clear rejection or if he was mad for seeing his older brother there. A weak presence, strangely punctual, with no introduction and bad worked for something we wait through this entire season. I love Jordan’s acting, but in this episode, the script swallowed him.

Lagertha

What in the actual fuck is she still doing in this show? She’s old, tired and has no purpose but spoiling Björn by being alive.

For someone who started this war with a selfish behavior, for a crown that wasn’t hers anymore, placing brother against brother because of her impossibility to accept Ragnar’s current wife - and queen of Kattegat - wasn’t her, killing dozens of people for cowardly refusing a single combat against a crippled sixteen years old boy, and fucking with an entire lineage because of her need to be queen for a couple of months, Lagertha seems to be receiving too much attention and too much care from the writers.

Please, someone send this woman to Valhalla SOON. Love Katherine, but Lagertha was over THOUSANDS of years ago…

Magnus

Do I have to say something about this pitiful attempt to reintroduce the religious conflict into this series? This shit was presented with Athelstan (perfectly, btw), then with Ragnar (ok… good), then with Ubbe (fine, we got it, enough?), then with Hvitserk (what the fuck? Buddhism? And how in the actual fuck you just throw something you liked so bad away like he did with the little Buddha???), and Magnus…

Magnus was a TOTAL throw-away character, a total loss of time, with no real plot, no real participation, who did nothing but confuse the spectator and died without solving the mystery we all wanted to know: Was Ragnar telling the truth about sleeping with Kwenthrith or not? Think we’ll never know…

Amma

I thought she would be with Magnus and give him some plot. Now, idk what to think about her. She seems to be a strong character loyal to Björn, but also, a character who came just for this season finale. Let us see… I hope to see another strong woman in this show, at least.

Gunnhild

FUCK ME, WOMAN! I WANNA MARRY THIS GIRL! She’s amazing! Her battle skills were amazing! Her scene shooting straight to Ivar when everyone was shooting around was amazing! The way she fought EVERYONE to take Björn outta that place was amazing! I will fucking dry my stock of “amazing” with this woman. My favorite woman FOR SURE.

Harald

I have to say I was reticent with Harald since the beginning. I think Peter is a huge actor and gorgeous man and stuff, but Harald always got me with a foot behind… However, this episode showed me he’s trully a loyal man, who sticks to his word even knowing he could be a son of a bitch and warrant his crown by letting Björn die. He was intense in this last episode and I hope to see good things from him in the next season.

Now… The polemic ones…

Let us start with Björn…

I grew in hate for Alexander’s character since he started to act as Björn was when he was a child, showing himself an arrogant person, cheating on Torvi like fuck and doing things he reprehended his father for doing - for the ones who don’t remember, he was the one who reprehended Ragnar saying it was disgusting to know his father was fucking another woman that wasn’t his mother (when ubbe was made, btw).

However, I must admit in this last episode he was strong and intense. I would even be fallen for him if it wasn’t my analytic eyes who noticed since the beginning the enormous curve this season made to break Ivar and build Björn under the eyes of the public. So, I’m sorry Alexander - for his actuation is absolutely perfect and he’s good as fuck making Björn - but I still think Björn does not deserve the crown he’s wearing now and if it was to make Björn the king of Kattegat, Lagertha could only have waited until he came back from the Mediterranean bc Aslaug wasn’t denying his birthright and since Ragnar fell ill, she was collaborating with Björn to raise Kattegat into the great market center it became under their hands. So, no war would have been necessary and Björn would have ascended to King of Kattegat anyway. It was a stupid end, tbh. Sorry, sad, but true.

My baby, Hvitserk…

I love to see him fighting, but I’m tired to see Marco’s character being beaten in this show. This episode was a real beat down to his character who was beaten from the beginning to the end. From discovering his beloved Thora was dead burned alive by Ivar, to having his flank defeated in the war, passing by not being able to kill or even reach Ivar and going under his brother Björn’s shadow once again after all he did to prevail by himself, Hvitserk was knocked out in this episode and the last hit was Ubbe’s arrival, embracing Björn and twitching lips to him that disgusting way, causing me chills of anger for seeing such a bad ending for this relationship.

Hvitserk deserves better than live under his brothers’ shadow until the end of this series and the trailer for season 6 really made me have chills about this possibility, since we clearly can see Ivar is proposing Hvitserk to join him again - or forcing a dagger against his throat for a positive answer, which is just worse than just propose.

Hvitserk has been being treated as a game by the writers, being beaten from side to side, failing in finding his destiny whenever he jumps sides and extending a conflict that could have been already solved in his plotline. Every brother has its own side. It is passed time from Hvitserk to grown into an independent character.

Passing it by, the battle scenes with Marco’s growls and marvelous acting are amazing and I can’t wait to see more of his acting - which is actually the only reason why I’m still seeing Vikings.

I gonna be beaten for this, but… Freydis.

Everyone hated her from the beginning because of the bad acting Alicia gave for her. Fine.

Now let us take off Alicia from this show. Put anyone there, idk, anyone you like. Forget the actress. Let us look at the plot story that was presented to us and what it was really supposed to be.

Freydis was a slave girl from Viking people (not Christian origins), a woman who believed in the Gods and, more than anything, who believed deformities were a sign of the Gods’ favor. Period.

When she’s brought to talk to Ivar for the first time, she already knows who he is and she seems pretty fascinated for him - Alicia’s inexpressive face at this point kinda killed this fascination, but when Freydis says “I would do anything you ask me to do” she was supposed to sound fascinated, looking to someone she sees as a God. Ok? - and she says what she really believes about him: that he’s fated to great things since she knows he’s the son of Ragnar, from Odin’s lineage, a God, a man marked by what she believes is the sign of the Gods’ huge favor - since Ivar’s deformity is huge.

Forward, she’s seen looking at Ivar from the other side of his room entrance… As a free woman, she didn’t need to be there to serve him, which means she was there to see him. It gives us the impression that she was observing him, looking at him from some distance - what is proved if you remember the party scene when she’s also looking at him from far away. So, she was a woman with a crush on the new king of Kattegat, who was seeing her crush become everything she thought he would become. Freydis was a fascinated woman, who was noticing some interest from the man she was fascinated with over her.

Their interaction was supposed to be an innocent love starting. She was supposed to be shown as a woman who really was doing everything for the man she loved and believed was a god. Even fucking another man, giving up her own dignity to create an illusion for him to have the child he wanted so bad, just to warrant his dream. Killing to warrant his dream wouldn’t be broken. In her mind, she was really doing a huge sacrifice for Ivar. She was going down and far for him, for his love, for her beliefs. In her mind, when Baldur was born deformed, she received a HUGE gift from the Gods, for her son was marked by their favor and deformed like his foster father. In her mind, the gods were giving her their connivance, marking her child with a deformity so Ivar would never doubt the child was his and her illusion would give him his dreams forever.

She was a woman, in love, deluded and with a mind broken by her beliefs - someone recognizes it?

A man, wanting love, deluded about himself and broken by his legs’ deformity and disease???

That’s what I’m talking about!

Freydis was supposed to be a pair for Ivar, for real! We were supposed to have suspicious she could be manipulating him, but the acting of Alicia in this character gave us the total opposite, causing us to doubt there was any love in her actions when Freydis was completely in love for Ivar and deluded by his false divinity.

She really believed he was a god! And it all breaks when he kills Baldur for his deformity, showing her he never believed the same she does, her son was never favored by the gods, her sacrifice was nothing for him, and the illusion she fought so hard to create for him was shattered, for he didn’t want to be a merciful and loved god, but he decided to be feared and cruel against his people instead of following her advice.

Baldur’s death killed Freydis heart, her love for Ivar but more than that, her illusions and beliefs. She lost her faith, she realized all she believed about deformities and the Gods’ favor was a lie, and it brought her the realization that all she believed about Ivar was a lie. He was no god, he was just a monster in her vision, a monster who killed her little child and destroyed everything she created for them. She became a broken woman who was supposed to have shown in the end that the love of a mother surpasses everything, by betraying her “beloved” Ivar in order to avenge what he did to her son.

I’m sorry for Alicia’s fans, I have nothing against her, but her acting destroyed Freydis’ plot and she had a REAL GOOD plot in here! She was supposed to be loved, not hated. We were supposed to be mourning for Ivar’s way to kill her love. But here we are, hating and celebrating…

The poor woman deserved better and she really loved Ivar for good. The bad actress’ choice, in this case, swallowed a good plot after all. And I’m sorry for seeing this. With fewer scenes and less interaction, Eve Connolly was able to make us love Thora more than Alicia did for Freydis in an entire season… Sad, again, but true.

And, in the end, but not less important, Ivar

A complete deface. That’s what I saw in this season.

Ivar was built to be a dual character, Alex made a HUGE job to show us his duality and, in order to promote Björn as Ragnar’s little favorite, Hirst defaced Ivar’s duality, feeding his ego, causing him to become a huge motherfucking asshole to make us hate him and open our hearts to sweet Björn’s cause.

Let us put things right here: Ivar was RIGHT. His mother was killed in cold blood by a bitter selfish ex-wife, coward enough to not to accept a single combat against him, coward enough to put brother against brother and kill dozens in a war that could have been solved simply fighting him when his ego wasn’t that swollen and all he wanted was avenging his mother.

Now, the initial purpose completely vanished in the battle of egos this season became and a character who had a real valuable reason to make war is now just being a spoiled little boy crying because his toys do not want to play his game the way he wants.

Sad and ridiculous to see the exact opposite we saw with Freydis: in her case, a good plot destroyed by bad acting. In his case, a huge actor being swallowed into a vortex of bad writing and bad plotting.

Like Jordan and Marco, Alex is being swallowed by the bad writing of the series and even then, he still shows his huge talent, carrying Ivar in his back as a heavy burden, showing us emotions in his eyes, feelings, sensations, breaking the bad plot with his intense actuation and causing us chills whenever he raises his fierce blues towards the camera.

Defaced or not, Ivar is still one of the best interpreted characters of this series and I am sad to see in the trailers that Hirst will go for madness to finish the defacing of Ivar, putting him totally sunk in the role of a villain when he was clearly a dubious character that could have been saved by a better use for Alex’s heavy talent.

Hallucinating with Freydis, forcing Hvitserk to join him as if his brother was nothing but a dog, Ivar is going down and down with the only purpose to allow Björn to glow in the eyes of the public since in season 4B and 5A, Ivar started to carry the series in his back and it was never the intention of Hirst that Björn could lose the position of, in Horik’s words, “Baldur” among the sons of Ragnar.

A sad plot for such a marvelous actor and a huge struggle from Alex to deliver us a phenomenal work from the beginning to the end of this season. Applauses for him and someone please stab the writers or come to fandom for some more ideas.

As Alex said himself: Some theories and stories from fans are “better than what is written”, but he didn’t say that… “Obviously.”

That’s what I think, dear anon! I hope you enjoy!

#lis talks #season finale opinions

[honeylikewords]

hey can i request a peter maximoff x f!reader? where its during apocalypse and kinda follows their realtionship through it, from when he saves her from the x mansion. obviously im not expecting a long ass thing lol just small snippets or something! thank you!!!

hey anon? this is so darn cute, thank you SO much! (you phrased this so politely and i 100% adore and appreciate polite anons who are aware that i’m a busy gal :’) you’re a sweetie! also, thank you for specifying the pronouns and gender, that always helps!)

plus, i’ve been itching to write more peter stuff as of late to branch out a bit, so let’s try a few of these out! it’s been a hot minute since Apocalypse came out, though, so please be lenient if i forget some of the finer details of the plot!

(btw i know you said you weren’t expecting anything long but i got carried away! also, i know this deviates a little from what you probably had in mind, but i wanted to tie it in with my larger peter narrative!)

I think Peter would probably not have a girlfriend before or during the events of Apocalypse-- at least not in a conventional sense. He was pretty defeated and reclusive after Days of Future Past (aka “That One Time He Broke A Murderer Out Of Jail On A Dare And Said Murderer Nearly Assassinated The President And Destroyed The White House And Oh Also? That Murderer Is His Dad”) and kept to himself. A self-described ‘loser’, Peter just didn’t want to bother with people any more: he felt like he’d let everyone down.

That’s why I always imagined that if Peter was going to be in a relationship with someone, he’d have to know them as a close friend who has been in his life for a while. I think he’s prone to flighty crushes based on the way someone looks (he doesn’t ‘fall’ for them, but rather flirts with them until he gets bored), but he finds that, deep inside, what he really needs is someone to keep him in line, call him out on his bad behavior, and remind him of what really counts, and what really makes him a hero: protecting other people and doing his best for them.

So, I argue that Peter’s best friend would be the one who loves him and who he loves, but that they never clarified their emotions to one another, and then Peter became a recluse and shut-in after the incident with freeing Erik, so neither of them is aware of how the other feels. After all, Peter felt personally responsible and horrified to know that his actual, biological father was... that kind of person, so he was already an emotional mess just trying to sort out the fact that he is the son of a very dangerous, very unstable man. But at the same time, he was desperate to find Erik and know if his father knew about him, to understand him better, to see where he, himself, came from.

I imagine that Peter’s friend would try to talk him out of it on the basis that Erik is a clear and present danger to people and would probably not sympathize with Peter’s plight (”He blew up the White House, Peter!”). But, since Peter is such an obstinate, bull-headed young man, he pushed on, insisting that he could find something out about his father.

Maybe it’s because, deep down, Peter worries that he, himself, is the bad guy; he worries that this kind of violence, these kinds of mistakes, this failure, is bred into his bones. His mom’s a drinker, his dad’s a terrorist. One’s a little worse than the other, but it still bothers him to think that maybe he is the result of pure dysfunction. He needs to know if that bitter kind of blood runs in his veins, too, or if he can change his fate.

So, knowing that Peter is going to run headlong into danger like he always does, his friend comes along, citing that he’ll need someone to “yank him by the ear when he does some dumbshit stunt”, inevitably. 

Peter ran from D.C. to the X-Mansion in the film, so if he brings his friend with, he’ll likely have to carry her (and take periodic breaks so she doesn’t get motion sick or whiplash), all the while trying not to let his hands wander too much, nor to let himself stare at her and watch as she clings to him and her hair bounces in the breeze his speeds creates. She looks so pretty as she blinks, her lashes kissing together... He then makes himself look away so he doesn’t build his hopes up too high.

I think Peter really severely considers himself a complete and total loser, fluke, failure, and mistake, so he doesn’t think someone as sensible, pretty, and kind as his friend could ever love him. He’s happy(ish) to just stay her friend if that means keeping her in his life. He just wants something constant, something familiar, something stable, and she brings that to him.

As they arrive at the X-Mansion, he feels something’s off, and the moment he looks at the place, he gets that itchy feeling all up and down his spine that says “something’s wrong”. He sets his friend down at a safe distance from the school and makes sure to slow down to her speed so she can see him as he says “I gotta go for a sec. You wait here.”

He tucks the Twinkie he’d picked up at the gas station during their last break into her hand and zips off to handle the explosion and save as many students (and dogs eating pizza) as he can. Once they’re safely removed, he returns to his beloved and stands between her and the explosion, wrapping her in a tight hug and tucking her in so that if any part of the blast rattles them, she’ll be safe in his arms. He slows down and the world returns to normal, his friend clinging to him.

“What did you DO?!,” she shrieks.

“I just saved everyone’s lives, that’s what!”

“You BLEW UP the SCHOOL?!”

“NO, someone else did that! I got everyone out! Jeez, someone’s not grateful to her hero, huh?”

But she pauses for a moment, cupping her hands on his cheeks and noticing he has a few smudges of dirt and soot from the burning air in the mansion. She strokes a thumb over the harsh line of his cheekbone, smearing the dust on his face. He grows very quiet as his heart runs even faster than normal, its beats shaming the fluttering of hummingbird wings.

“You’re a mess,” she murmurs. “Someone’s gotta look out for you, big hero.”

“That’s why I’ve got you,” he replies. “To look out for me.”

She nods and gently squeezes his face, and he can feel the tips of her fingers brush against the long ends of his silver hair, barely a ghost of a touch. He still shivers.

In the background, stones collapse and timbers creak, letting out almighty groans and snarls as the oxygen gets eaten up by ravenous flames. Peter shivers again, but for a different reason: there’s real destruction happening before him. Hundreds of people could be dead if he hadn’t intervened, and she could have been among that body count if he hadn’t been careful.

From there, Peter realizes the severity of the situation. It’s no longer fun and games, no longer hide-and-go-seek with an absentee father. It’s life or death stakes. And he doesn’t want her involved in any of this.

Peter intentionally hides her away before he makes his break to go find Erik, insisting that she stay clear of all of this. She tries to fight him and come with, but he grips her arms and looks deep into her eyes, a strange kind of gravity in his demeanor. Peter is normally never so serious, but as he looks at her and squeezes her, she knows, things are far from normal for him.

“I need you to stay here,” he stresses, emphatically shaking her. “You cannot get into this with me. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“Peter--”

“No. This is my problem. This is as far as I’m letting you go with me.”

“But--”

“I’m sorry, okay? Just... don’t miss me too much. I’ll always find a way back to, ya know, drive you crazy.”

He leans forward, and kisses her brow, quick and light. The gesture could almost be mistaken for something fratenal, had both their hearts not leapt and their eyes fixed on each other. His hand lingers on her a touch longer than it ought to for a platonic moment, and as he walks away, he casts another glance over his shoulder. She looks into his deep, dark brown eyes, and smiles at him nervously.

“Hey! You... you come back home to me, alright?”

Peter takes a deep breath and flashes her his biggest, toothiest smile.

“You bet your pretty little ass I’m gonna.”

She flips him off, laughing (though he notices her eyes remain tight with worry, and he blows a theatric kiss towards her, trying to seem goofy and playful despite the growing knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He wants her to feel relaxed, and to see him confident. After all, he thinks grimly, this may be the last time she sees him.

But he can’t imagine not seeing her again. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to think about her living a quiet life without his racket, without him there to bother her, to annoy her, to love her, whether silently or out in the open.

When he’s captured, Peter begins to despair and panic, though he masks it under his usual layers of humor and sarcasm. Though he’s quippy outside, inside, he’s riddled with worry. He might die here, in a metal cage, surrounded by freaks, and never get to tell the girl he loves that he cares about her. 

He’s spent his whole life a few degrees removed, desperate to appear so aloof and carefree, but only now does he realize how much he wanted to say and do. He swears to himself that once he’s free, and once this is over, he’s going to tell the truth. He’s going to take her home and hug her tight and kiss her ‘til they both can’t breathe and he’s going to tell her, flat out, that he’s in love with her, come hell, high water, or the nuclear destruction of the earth.

From there, things progress as they must, and, eventually, Peter does come home. But he’s hobbling on a broken leg, covered in dirt and grime, looking exhausted and sweaty. His beloved runs up to him as the plane touches down, her hands spread as tears burst from her. He falls into her, gratefully and exhaustedly hugging her close. God, she feels so good, even as she weeps into his hair and runs her hands panickedly all across his back and torso, as if feeling for injuries.

“Oh, Peter, oh, god, baby, what happened?”

He’s in her arms and halfway ready to tell her, but pauses, resting his head on her shoulder tiredly as he smiles.

“Did you just call me ‘baby’, sweetie?”

“...Did you just call me ‘sweetie’?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second... baby.”

They lean on each other for a moment before they manage to stumble towards a place to sit down and rest Peter’s leg as the emergency response teams and paramedics appear to take care of the injured. Peter leans his head against her chest and closes his eyes, hearing her heartbeat. That pulse reminds him of the promise he made to himself.

He reaches out and takes her hand, intwining their fingers and squeezing her.

“Hey, babe, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“...I, uh, I was thinking about some, um, stuff. And I realized some stuff about myself and about what I care about and... I, you know, I didn’t end up telling Magnet-Head about... who I am. Because I think I realized that I don’t really need him. He’s not my family. He’s never been there for me, and I don’t need to keep chasing him to know where I’m supposed to be, you know?”

“...Peter, what are you saying?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath and nuzzles in closer, letting his tired eyes fall shut as he takes in the smell of her; smoke and ash and just the littlest hint of perfume. All her. Warm and present.

“I’m saying... the people who matter in your life aren’t always the ones who, you know, you share DNA with. Sometimes the most important people are the ones who have been there for a long time, and you realize you love them and you can’t live without them and-- oh, fuck it.”

He sits up, puts his hands on her cheeks, and looks into her eyes, smiling as sweetly as he can with all the butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“I love you. And you’re more a part of my family than that guy could ever be to me.”

“...Are you saying I’m like a sister to you?”

Peter pauses, then snorts, rolling his eyes. He lets out a playful, exasperated sigh, and presses his forehead to hers, his tired muscles groaning with relief to find solace in her.

“No. I mean that I love you. As in ‘I want to be around you forever’ love you. As in ‘you’re my best friend but even more than that’ love you. As in ‘can I kiss you’ love you.”

He gets his answer as she rubs her thumb on his small, chapped bottom lip, staring at it hungrily.

“Thought you’d never ask, you big jerk.”

In a pile of rubble, on an overcast day, with a broken leg, after the threat of nuclear armageddon, after the most taxing and painful battle of his life, Pietro Django Maximoff has his first kiss. Far from his house, far from the little world he used to inhabit, he finds his home, pressed into the lips of the girl he’s known and loved all along. 

Peter swears, for years after, that the kiss healed his broken leg. She always bats his chest and tells him to check his facts and remember the full limb cast he was in for a month. Then he kisses her again and remarks that nothing could hurt him with her love in his heart, and they both laugh at the schmaltz and sweetness of the love they’ve built together. 

#this got so LONG ghksfhklfdh #gif warning #messages #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #x men #marvel #Anonymous

[ironwebbs]

Hey, do you take prompts? If so can you write a fix about flash hurting Peter and tony and the avengers finding out and storming down to the school to give flash a piece of their minds? I love your writing btw!!

Hello friend! Sorry for the wait! I’ve always loved the ‘Peters bullies get what they deserve’ trope! This is inspired by an episode of Criminal minds - elephants memory.

Sorry about the lack of avengers, I just love Tony being the one to kick ass and no flash but still shit bullies !! Homecoming flash was too much of a softie for this story!

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Tony taps his fingers on the steering wheel of the car impatiently. His neck was already aching from the amount of times he had peered forward and backwards, scanning the crowd of teenagers for his.

It was lab day. Tony refused to admit it was his favourite day of the week, even though he wasn’t fooling anyone anymore, but he knew it was Peters. Which is what made it even more confusing that the kid hadn’t already bounded out of the front doors and barrelled into the car in his usual over excited way.

Frowning, Tony glanced at his watch for the upteenth time. School had let out almost 45 minutes ago, and the last message Tony had got from Peter was a quick “just need to do something and I’ll meet you in the lot.”

Giving up, and already drafting his lecture regarding tardiness and making people wait, Tony begun to ring Peters phone.

Straight to voice mail.

He was seconds away from leaving a colourful message, when he saw the doors of the school slam open.

Disconnecting the line, he watched passively as the group of boys ran down the stairs, laughing loudly and shoving at each other. Animals. Tony scoffed.

“Did you see his face when he started crying” one of the boys howled with laughter, the rest of the group doubled over, some making mocking crying noises and feigned pleads.

“Don’t look! Leave us alone” another boy yelled in a high pitched whine, followed by a barrel of laughter.

The voices carried down the path until Tony couldn’t see the gang anymore. His heart hammered in his chest, a sick feeling of wrong settled over him.

Peter.

Slamming the car door open with more more force than was necessary, Tony all but fell out of the vehicle. His feet couldn’t possibly move any faster, cold sweat already creeping down his neck and over his face.

Sliding down the corridors of the hauntingly empty school halls, Tony looked around wildly, looking for any sign of the kid, of Peter.

After no luck in the hallways, he pushed out to the back of the school, towards the field.

His heart stops when he see’s him.

When he sees them.

They are thrust together, chest to chest, tightly bound by thick rope.

Suspended 10 feet in the air off the football goal.

Naked.

He stomach lurches into his throat, and it tastes like hot acid.

He freezes. He can’t move from where he’s stood, watching Peter and Ned wriggle and console each other, dangling in the air on display.

Tony launches into action almost as quickly as he had stopped. He sprints the length of the field, heart racing loudly in his chest, loud enough for Peter to probably hear.

When Peter looks down, his face floods with relief, and then shudders into horrible humiliation.

Tony ignored the latter. “Pete, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you down okay?” He calls up, ignoring how his voice shook.

Someone had stripped his kid and strung him up like a piece of meat.

Someone was going to die for this.

His hands tremble as he pulls at the knot suspending the rope from the base of the goal. He gets a solid grip on it before yelling up “I’m lowering you! Hold on”

He gets no response, but he doesn’t really expect one either.

The rope burns horribly on his palms as he lowers the children slowly to the floor, arms straining angrily against the weight.

He hears the pad of feet hitting grass and the barely concealed breath of relief from both kids. He sprints back to the duo, making quick silent work of ripping open the rope digging into their bare backs and trussing them together.

He feels sick to his stomach.

This wasn’t an act of bullying, this was a senseless act of humiliation and hurt.

The boys fall apart, quick to try hide their nudity. Tony takes his first look at Peters face.

He looks wrecked.

Under his eyes are swollen red from tears, cheeks flushed and clammy. There’s a bruise already forming around his eye socket and another one at the bottom of his jaw, his lip and brow split and bleeding sluggishly.

But his eyes, they are broken, horribly humiliated and distressed.

Tony wants to bundle him up and hide him away forever.

“I’ll fucking kill them. Give me their names right now, I swear they will be dead before they make it home” he seethes. Ned looks at Peter desperately, the boy is shaking, his face is marred with bruising and blood, red angry lines circle his torso from the rope burn.

Tony’s never wanted blood more than he has in this moment.

“Please, Mr Stark, please just get us home” Peter says softly, voice wobbly and defeated.

Tony wants to argue, wants his revenge right now.

But there’s two kids shivering and naked in front of him. Two kids that have been attacked and abused and humiliated.

That’s his priority.

Shucking off his jacket he quickly tosses it to Ned, allowing the boy to hide his body. He pulls off his hoodie next, wrapping it around Peters slim waist. Peter flinches and holds on to the material. His eyes are blank now, distant.

“Where are your clothes?” Tony asks gently now, as if talking to a wounded animal. “They took them” he gets in response, almost inaudible.

“Okay. There’s got to be clothes in the school, do you both have gym gear?” He gets quiet nods.

Two of the most lively and energetic teenagers he’s ever encountered in his life, broken into silence.

He bites his tongue to stop himself from screaming.

They move into the halls, Tony walking ahead to afford the teenagers some modesty. The boys disappear into the locker rooms and emerge dressed in gym shorts and shirts. Their eyes are suspiciously more wet and red, as if they shared a moment behind the safety of the bathroom door.

Only they could understand the trauma they had just endured.

Tony felt out of place, inadequate.

He walked the pair to his awaiting car, watching as they climbed slowly and silently into the back seat. Tony dutifully buckled himself up in the front seat, adjusting his mirror to see the friends both looking out their windows, both hiding the slide of tears cascading their cheeks. Suffering alone and in silence.

Tony feels murderous and devastated all at once and it consumes him.

Ned climbs out at his stop thanking Tony gratefully and quietly, he pauses before closing the door, “it wasn’t your fault Peter. Please don’t blame yourself” he says gently, jaw set steely, eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Tony watches Peter drop his head in shame, eyes locked to the floor of the car.

They pull into the tower garage. Tony ignores the tremble in Peters shoulders.

He knows this embarrassment. He knows the shame of having people need to rescue you, see you at your worst. He tries to offer Peter that dignity, lets the boy walk ahead, hands gripped into fists, a brave determination to get to the lab.

Tony follows behind, feeling utterly useless.

They enter the lab, the sanctuary. Peter presses his hands to the cold steel of the counter, eyes shut and lip caught in his teeth.

“Kid, we can work later. What do you need” Tony says gently, as non pitying as he can manage.

Peter looks at him helplessly, some of the hard determination already cracking. He looks lost. Afraid. Devastated.

Tony moves quickly. He catches the boy before he falls, wrapping his arms tightly around the now sobbing hysterically teenager.

He squeezes tight, the pressure he knows Peter likes. Peters legs are boneless, unable to hold his weight. So they slide to the floor, Tony’s back pressed against the cold wall, Peter curled on top of him, sobbing loudly into his neck, hands gripping Tony’s tee.

“Let it out, let it all out. It’s okay. You’re okay” Tony gentles. He brings his hand up, running it through the shaking child’s hair, soothing and rubbing to calm down the heartwrenching sobs.

Tony feels his own eyes prickle, a heavy dread weighing on his whole being.

His kid was hurt.

“They told Ned Betty was waiting for him on the field, that she wanted to talk to him” he hears Peter admit with a hiccup into his shoulder, the tears still falling at a steady rate.

The classic hot girl is waiting for you ploy. He had heard that one too many times.

“We didn’t believe it, Ned knew something didn’t feel right. But he wanted to see anyway. We went together” he sniffles loudly, breath shuddering and heaving.

Of course Peter was too smart to fall for it. Of course he would act as Neds army. This kid.

“There was so many of them, they were all bigger, stronger than us. The football team”

Tony knew. He saw them outside. Saw them laughing and revelling in their sick act. He wished he had killed them then.

“They pushed us around. Usually I can take the beatings, you know… but Ned was there, and he couldn’t take it” his cries pick up again, Tony thinks he won’t ever be able to get the sound of of his head.

“It’s okay, shhh, you’re safe” Tony whispers, carding his hands through the thick mattered locks.

Peter relaxed slightly, his voice still muffled into Tony’s neck.

“I had to try protect him, I fought back … I never fight back , but he was getting hurt and I - I thought - I couldn’t-“ he sobs.

“And then they started calling us names, started insinuating things, it was my fault that they got more mad. They took our clothes, they tied us up… they just stood there and laughed and took pictures and … Mr Stark, I was so humiliated” he breaks on the last word, his story told, his tears persistent.

Tony’s own tears rolled down his cheeks, his stomach clenched in sadness, distress.

How could he help? What could ever fix this?

“It’s not your fault Pete, you tried to save Ned, that’s all that matters” he reassures wetly, pulling Peters limp body closer to his, ignoring the ache in his legs.

Peter just cried, and Tony let him. What else could he do?

. .

Tony scans the group of teenagers in front of him. Lined up, and all slightly pale.

It had taken some persuasion, but eventually Peter had caved, giving the names of the 8 boys involved. It hadn’t taken much to convince (with a promise of generous funding and to not print the story of violent bullying to blacken the schools name) the principle to let him manage the discipline. To deliver the punishment.

He was going to enjoy this.

“Here’s how this is going to go. You’re all going to run the length of this field, goal to goal. You stop running? You’re expelled. You stop, you admit your guilt. Got it?” He smiles wolfishly.

They were all expelled anyway. They just didn’t know it yet.

“And because I know you boys like to stick together, this is done as a team. You fall behind - expelled. Say goodbye to the scholarships, to any college wanting you” He mocks with a snarl.

The boys whiten further, some look like they want to protest, argue their doomed fate.

At least they are all smart enough not to fight Iron Man.

So they run.

And they drop like flies. One by one.

Some of them cry, beg for forgiveness. Others curse and promise lawyers and media involvement.

One boy runs through it.

The one that stripped their clothes and took them home.

Tony almost wants to stay and watch until the teens legs cramp and he falls to his doom. But he’s also got his own teenager waiting for him.

He activated the wrist gauntlet, admiring it for a moment before rising it with a blank impassive face. He fires it right where the boys foot would have landed, if the small blast hadn’t knocked him off his feet and face first into the muddy ground.

Tony stalks over to the withering teen, anger and vengeance in every step. He grabs the boys collar, dragging him to the rest of the panting miserable boys.

“You think you’ve learnt a lesson here today?”

They groan and curse, heads down and ashamed.

“I said.” He punctuates more venomously. “Have you learnt your lesson? Or should I tie you up and leave you overnight hanging from the goal posts”

The boys are quick to respond with yes sirs this time.

“You are all so goddamn lucky you aren’t in jail right now. You’re sick and twisted and you’re not worth the dirt on my shoes. Prison would be too good for you. Instead, enjoy a life of failed opportunities and disappointment. All because of a bit of good fun was it?” He smiles, baring all his teeth with the threat.

The boys are silent, but they understand.

“I hope you remember this day. I hope you go into your sad sorry lives knowing that your behaviour and your disgusting, vile actions led you here. Those boys won’t be able to forget what you put them through. Now you won’t be able to forget what I’ll put you through if you ever so think to cross me or those kids again. Do you hear me?” More quiet yessirs. Pleased Tony nods his head. Turning on his heel and begins to exit the godforsaken field, hopefully, for the last time. He pauses for a moment, turning to face the sullen seniors.

“Those two boys are worth 20 of each of you. I can’t wait to see them succeed and know you will watching from your shitty apartments in your shitty lives.”

He walks away with that. Leaving the teenagers to wallow in their losses. To mourn their futures.

Peter’s waiting for him by the car when he returns.

“You think pretending to shoot at him was a bit over the top?” Peter smirks, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat.

Tony smiles back, a feigned frown on his brow “I wasn’t pretending, I just missed”

Peter looks at him with a horrified amusement, obviously unsure as to whether or not Tony was lying.

Tony knows though. If anyone were to hurt his kid again… he wouldn’t miss.

[allthefandomloveandimagines]

Avengers in Jurassic park

(Those hoes wouldn't dare take baby parker)

But just in case

They are all assigned to a mission on the island because they are told a terrorist is creating bio weapons

They find it broken down and don't realise what it is at first

Peter Parker talks about the move the whole time saying how that what the island reminds him of

Then they see a herbavore

And Peter is SO freaking excited

Steve is extremely confused

Thor is like cool, I've seen bigger

Clint and Nat are like "shit"

And Tony is already in his suit crying

After they start searching around outside they find bones and carcasses

Peter won't go near then and neither will Tony [btw let's says they can't fly away]

Cap realizes that he left his shield on the helicopter and Tonys suit was only a temporary for taking down weak guards.

As they examine the bones they hear a roar and Peter starts to realize how bad their situation really is

Clint runs, and the others follow into the woods, including Tony who gains an unholy amount of speed

He ditches the suit because it isn't doing him any good but keeps the gauntlet

Steve starts asking questions and the group explains what's going in

Steve still doesn t seem to freaked out until the trex bursts through the trees and roars

Peter tells everyone not to move but thor gets cocky

He says "this is nothing we can take it"

Thor dies first.

After seeing that the group panics and splits

Tony and peter

Nat and clint

Steve and wanda (who has been quietly dying inside since they stepped on the humid island) she is also now crying

Steve and wanda stat in the forest

Tony and peter head into a lab

Nat and clint head to what seems to be a open observatory and cafoteria

Nat and clint hear weird sounds by an open door and both rush to lock it.

The sound doesn't happen again so Nat peeks through the window to see if there's anything moving and a claw breaks through the small window and grabs clints shoulder

He screams and Nat prys the claw off of him

They jam the door and take off away from the cafiteria and run up a flight of stairs

They get halfway up and three velociraptors appear at the foot of the stairs

They follow after them up the stairs

They make it to another room but Nat snatches her coat in the door and gets dragged down the stairs

And dies

Clint escapes through a window and climbs to the roof before the velociraptors enter the room

Meanwhile tony leads Peter around the lab where he can't help but to examine the tools used in producing the dinosaurs

He successfully hacks the computer and finds out how hydra planned to use the dinos

He copies the info to a jump drive in his gauntlet

Then Peter taps him on the shoulder and silently points up to the raftors

Sitting there is a pair of dilosurauses

They tilt their heads side to side before slowing crawling down towards the two

They slowly move back away from the dilos and find their way to a glass door and look it just as the dilos hit the floor

They end up locking themselves sin with n0 where to go

Tony immediately begins to pull apart wires and assembly a radio line

Steve and wanda wander the forest looking for the helicopter

With in no time the trex picks up on their sent and chase them to the building that Clint stands atop

In the meantime Clint has made a makeshift bow and shoots an arrow right into the trex's eye

It lets Wanda and Steve enter building and jumps at clint

He shoots again and gets it's snout

It spins around and hit a pillar over which pushes Clint off the roof backwards

He falls and catches him self on a window seal and breaks through the window

He eventually runs into Steve and wanda and joins them as they search for Tony and peter

They head down into a basement like area which tunnels underneath the complex

The lights flicker

And they can here growling in both sides

They all take deep breaths and run

A raptor jumps out and pulls Clint unto the dark

One jumps at Steve and he flips it into a metal box with his forearm

The find the lab and close the door

When Wanda turns around she sees the dilos and screams

They quickly turn to them and open their next flap things

Tony and peter shout to try and get them to their area but a dilo shoots acid at Wanda and they both pounce in her

Steve frantically pulls them off just to have them back in her

He then rips a pipe off the walls and bests them to death

Wanda is now rendered blind

Peter unlocks the door and helps Wanda up and tries to wipe acid away with his t-shirt

Tony successfully gets through to Nick fury who immediately sends help

When it's time to make a run for the helicopter pad which is just about a block away, Steve holds Wanda hand

Tony has Peter in front of him

Peter is the first in the copter

Nick throws cap his shield

Raptors appear around them and Steve boomerangs his shield and takes down two

Only three remain Tony gets dragged oon the copter by pepper and agent hill

He looks back to steve

Surrounded by three raptors with Wanda on her knees clenching onto his leg

Suddenly, out from the sky comes a sandy blonde haired man in a red jacket with a jetpack

He throws a mask to the grounds and places his hands put

"Woah girls" he says

Cap grabs Wanda and hops on the copter watching the strange man

The raptors bow to him

And he turns around and holds up his hands

#kwpq imagines #marvel imagine #thor #tony stark imagine #steven strange imagine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff imagine #clint barton #jurassic park au #nick fury #what if #pepper #peter parker #peter quill

[stevenrogers5-blog]

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Hey!! Cute fluffy angsty imagine idea where Steve Rogers is on a mission to enter a Hydra building and knock out EVERYONE inside. He stumbles upon a girl scared as hell, a prisoner being experimented on by Hydra, chained up and bloodied, his heart breaks and he just can't hurt her. He helps her. takes care of her and heals her back at the tower! Btw I love your blog xx <3

A/N: Well I love You!!!!! Thank you for the request my love! @dreamsandtropics. I am soo sorry this took so long to get to you!!

Steve sits silently around the table as he awaits for Tony to finally come walking through the door. He sways back and forth before standing up and moving smoothly towards the window.

“Hello Tony…” He mumbles as he slowly turns to face him.

“You know the mission. Only you. Everyone in, needs to be taken out.” Tony says as he sits down near him. He moves forward, lifting a glass and a bottle of some kind of alcohol. He pours his preferred amount before making eye contact with Steve. And just as fast as it was in the glass, it was down his throat. The warmth wrapping around his vocal chords.  

“I have a weird feeling about this one…” Steve mumbles as he watches Tony. Tony sighs before looking down at his glass.

“You’ll be fine. We will be off radar but a call away.” Tony explains as he gets up and places a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“I know. I best be off.” He whispers as he locks eyes with Tony. Tony nods his head and pats his back before walking over to the window.

“Be safe.” He says over his shoulder as Steve makes his way towards the door. Steve turns slightly to look at Tony’s back. 

Steve leaped out of the jet and flew silently down to the massive building below him. He lands with an effortless thud and sighs. He presses the ear piece a little further into ear as he mumbles silently to the person on the other end.

“Tony. It’s silent…” He mumbles as he moves swiftly across the floor of the roof.

“Not for long. In coming up the stairs.’ Tony replies back. Steve gets into position and before any of the men see it coming. Necks snapped, legs broken, and a small stream of blood rolling down Steve’s chin. He wipes it away swiftly before opening the door and taking off.

Moving through every level of the building, taking out whoever came in contact. Thank god this was a smaller one of the Hydra buildings. Steve huffs out as he takes a small break in the last hallway before glancing up at the last door awaiting him. He closes his eyes as he wipes his brows. He lifts his leg and in swift kick, the door goes flying. But instead of being greeted with gun shoots, it was a high pitched scream.

“Please! I didn’t mean it!” A women cries out as she hurries to the corner, hiding in the dark. Steve stands, breathing in and out heavily before reaching out a hand slowly.

“Hey! I am not here to hurt you.” Steve says as he lowers himself to his knees to get closer to the women’s level. Her breathing starts to slow down once she looks into his eyes. Wrapped in warmth and honesty. She slowly reached out her bloody hand to his gloved one. “There you go.”

“I’m so sorry…” She mumbles as Steve inches a little closer. His eyes finally adjusting to the poorly light room. And the sight he fixed on was one that just broke his heart. This young women, scared and bloody. Shivering from the cold floors and lack of clothing. Chained to the wall like she was some kind of animal.

“You have nothing to apologize for little one.” Steve whispers as he examines her quickly. He looks over the chain and grips it in his hands. “Here. It won’t hurt but will be a scary snap sound. So i am warning you now.” She nods her head as grips the metal tightly between his fingers. In one swift motion, the metal snaps and frees her ankle.

“Thank you.” She says as the tears stream down her face. She was free. The first time in months, maybe even years since Hydra kidnapped her. She lost track as the weeks blurred. As the treatments, torture sessions, and cold nights mixed together. Steve wipes her tears away before smiling softly, cupping her face.

“You are safe now. What is your name?” Steve says.

“Y/N.” She mumbles softly. He wraps his arm under her legs and around her shoulders. He lifts her slowly as she wraps her arms tightly around him. Something about him brought peace to her mind. Maybe it was his eyes, or the way he was with words. Or his warm, loving arms wrapped around her. She wasn’t sure, but she did know that she was in fact finally safe. For the first time in a long time.

Once on the Jet, Steve laid her on the table and the medic team went to instant action. Steve standing only a few inches away, making sure to say ‘I’m Here’ or ‘I’ve got you little one.’ every so often. The words soon put her mind enough to peace that she fell asleep.

“Do we have anything on her? Records of any sort?” Steve mumbles to Clint as they stay near the front of the jet. Clint shakes his head.

“She’s got to be one of their newer ones. It is disgusting what they do to this people! She can’t be older than 21.”

“You should have seen her when i walked in. It was like a scene out of one of those SAW movies.” Clint looks up at Steve. “You know what i mean! It was disgusting to do things like that to a human! For God Sake, she was chained to the wall!”

“Well. She is safe now. And that is what matters the most. We are coming up in the tower now. Bruce and his team are waiting for her. Tony says he also wants to meet with you.” Steve sighs, taking a seat on the floor of the jet.

“You know i couldn’t just leave her there!!” Steve yells angrily as he storms past Tony. Tony enters the room after him. Tony takes a seat in his regular spot, pouring himself a drink. Steve moving to the window, trying to prepare himself for whatever attack Tony had against him. But nothing could prepare him for what Tony had to really say.

“I know. I wouldn’t have left her either. We are going to move her into the room next to yours. You were the one who saved her. It only seems right. She’s going to want to be with her hero for a little while. You’ll be the one to show her around. Help her. Train her. Bucky will help a little since he has to deal with Hydra before. And before you protest, he offered the moment he heard where she came from.” Tony explains before downing his drink. Steve wipes around and eyes Tony.

“So you are not mad?” He asks. Tony just shakes his head.

“Not one bit. After the way Clint described how you found her, my heart broke. After losing Peter…..” Tony cuts himself off before closing his eyes slowly. Trying to capture his tears. The thought still burning him each time he pictures Peter’s face before his just disappeared. “I can’t let horrible people do horrible things.”

Steve nods his head before walking closer and putting his hand on Tony’s shoulder. They stand silently before FRIDAY sounds on the speakers.

“Mr. Rogers. Doctor Banner is requesting your presents in the medic wing.” FRIDAY speaks out. Steve pats Tony’s shoulder before thanking FRIDAY and making his way to the wing.

“She is refusing our help. She claims she only wants the man who saved her to be with her.” Bruce explains as they walk back to her room.

“Y/N..” Steve mumbles as she reaches out for him. He wraps his arms around her and rubs her back softly. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” Her tears fall softly, soaking into his shirt. They stay like this as the room slowly clears out.

Few months later and Steve was softly knocking on Y/N door. Soft walking sounds before her door opens to reveal her smiling face. He leans down and wraps his arms around her body. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck as the wrap up in a sweet embrace.

“Ready for our run?” He asks as they pull away. She smiles and shut the door behind her.

“Race you to the elevator!” She calls, already pushing him back and taking off. Steve just smiles, his heart warming from the site of her. He may not have known at the time that she was gonna be someone special. But he sure knew that he was gonna keep her in his life forever.

#Steve Rogers #Steve #Rogers #Captain America #First Avenger #Captain America Marvel #Winter Soilder #Iron Man #Marvel Writer #chris evans tattoo #Chris #Evans #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #Robert Downey Jr #Fluff #Fluffy

[sharcncarter]

okay this is the most detailed and so far the most accurate sounding spoilers (before the embargo lift). literally the whole movie is under here if these spoilers are true so. read at your own risk it’s long af.

Movie literally starts off where the after credits from thor 3 ends up. The asgardain life boat is a wreck and seems like almost everyone is dead. Thanos is trying to get Loki to fess up the Tessaract. Thanos starts crushing Thor's head and it's slowly getting cracked by the power stone. Thanos already has the power stone, it's mentioned he destroyed Zandar. In a ploy Loki stalls and the hulk comes in and battles Thanos. Ebony tells the others not to interfere and let Thanos have his fun. Eventually Thanos overpowers the hulk and levels him. Loki ends up giving the Tessaract to Thanos who in turn crushes it to reveal the space stone and puts it on his glove. Loki tries to trick thanos but is quickly killed. Before Thanos could kill the Hulk, Hemidal uses the power of the bifrost and sends Hulk to earth (where he lands in the NYC sanctum). Thanos before teleport himself and the black order from the ship sets the ship to destroy itself with the power of the power gem.

More to come.

Pepper potts and Tony have a scene talking about a dream tony had of her having a baby or w/e. Anyway Dr. Strange shows up in a portal and asks tony to join him. They have the whole interaction of about thanos and the infinity stones. Some of this is seen in the trailers. Wong also explains about the infinity stones and how they came to be etc. While they talking one of the rings shows up and wong, tony, banner and dr strange go outside and try to help the people in the area. Ebony and the big guy shows up. Banner for some reason can't transform to the hulk. It's almost like the Hulk is stopping him from transforming. (btw he never transforms again fully to the hulk since his encounter with thanos). Ebony has some telekenitc powers and faces off with Dr. Strange who at the end captures him and takes him to the ring ship. in a bus driven by stan lee, peter parker sees the ring and his friend creates a distraction so he can go. He suits up and gets into the battle and helps tony fight the big guy. Eventually the big guy gets teleport-ed away. Spiderman tries to save Dr. Strange but he ends up failing but is on the ring ship as it heads to space. Tony asks veronica to activate the iron spider suit and sends it to peter before he runs out of oxygen. shortly after he activates the parachute to force peter off the ship but he hangs on anyway.

more to come

Pls don't kill me if some stuff is out of order, it's just so many stuff happens in the movie it's hard to remember it all.

At some point the guardians of the galaxy are following a distress becon that was from the asgardian ship. They literally see all the asgardian bodies floating in space. And the ship in pieces. They pick up thor. They are marveled that he's alive and the mind girl revives him. It jumps where you hear Gamora talking about thanos (from the trailer). Thor is drinking soup or something, not sure what i was, but he becomes curious of how much Gamora knows about Thanos and even insinuates to try to harm her/mixed with jokes etc. Bottom line Gamora hints of something that Thanos doesn't know but wont tell Star Lord. She makes him promise her to kill her if it comes to the point where she might tell THanos the big secret. Thor wants to go to Nidavellir to forge a new weapon, stormbreaker which can wield the bi-frost's power. Rocket Racoon and Groot go with him in the small ship while the rest go to UNKOWN, the place where the collector is. Thor said that's where the reality gem is.

More to come

Forgot to mention that Banner took the cell phone Captain america left for tony. And said he would call him as wong said he will stay to protect the sanctum.

Tony and peter try to figure out a way to save Dr. Strange who is being tortured by ebony. He's using these needle like things to poke him (from the trailer) because Dr. Strange has a spell on the Eye of Agamoto to prevent him from taking the stone. (earlier on earth ebony's hand was burned when he tried to touch the eye of agamto). Dr. Strange is resisting evntually peter mentions about the movie aliens so Tony blasts a hole in the wall of ship which sucks ebony out to space and kills him. Dr strange nearly gets sucked out all the way but spiderman saves him and his iron spider suit in the nick of time sprouts the legs and helps him pull dr strange out back to the ship. Tony uses a spray of some kind to seal the hole (maybe nano tech or he melts the surrounding metal, not sure). Anyway Dr. Strange mentions about gonig back to earth and Tony says they can't, that they should go face Thanos head on.

more to come.

In Scotland Wanda and a flesh and blood looking vision discuss the future of their relationship and they see in a tv the news of New York being attack. Proxima midnight and Corvus attack them both. The vision gets stabbed by corvus and goes off while wanda faces off proxima. They get thrown into a train station. Corvus tries to remove the stone from vision but gets interrupted. Captain america shows up and catches proximas weapon. Black window wounds Corvus and Proxima and him retreat. They later meet up with Warmachine in the Avengers base, General Ross makes a breif cameo. Captain america, and the others show up and ross wants Warmachine to arrest them but he closes the hologram and meet the others. Banner shows up and they all eventually decide to go Wakanda.

More to come.

Drax, mind girl, Gamora, and Star Lord reach UNKNOWN. They sneak around but every instance of Star Lord trying to lead gets subverted by the others. Thanos is already there questioning the Collector. The others get close and eventually Gamora goes and attacks Thanos and "kills him" but it was a lie. Thanos was using the reality Gem the whole time and was waiting for her to show up because she has a piece of information that only she knows. She tells star lord to kill her while Thanos has her in his grip (he has 3 stones now btw). Eventually Star lord caves and right when he pulls the trigger bubbles comes out, Thanos used the reality gem to change it. He also incapacitated Drax and the Mind girl (can't remember her name). And he teleport away.

more to come.

Vision, Captain America, Warmachine, Wanda, Falcon, black widow, and Banner get to wakanda. The plan is to try to seperate the stone from Vision while Shuri finds a way to save his mind. So that he doesn't die from the separation. They are informed of the battle that will come via Thanos etc.

Thanos and Gamora are in his ship. There's a brief sequence showing how he conquered her planet etc and killed half the population to save the planet from destroying itself. There's this whole idea from Thanos that if you kill half the population of an overpopulated planet, you can save it from extinction etc. Gamora knows where the soul stone is, when she was working for him, she found its location, and destroyed the map. She tried to lie but Thanos took her to Nebula who is in suspended shattered state, being pulled apart. He activates a memory from her that shows that indeed Gamora was lying and knew the location of the soul stone. He proceeds to pull her apart torturing her trying to get Gamora to cave in. Which she eventually does. At some point Nebula escapes after thanos and gamora leave (thanos had a minion repiar her and she overpowered the repair guy).

Thanos and gamora go to the planet and a being shows up telling Thanos the way to get the soul stone. Bottom line he has to sacrifice a soul in order to get the soul stone. Someone he loves. Gamora gloats saying that he doesn't love anything and she notices he's tearing. Apparently he truely loves Gamora and ends up sacrificing her. She tried to kill her self before he could throw her off the ledge with a double dagger he gave her when she was a little girl. For some reason when she falls, they show her body broken and bleeding and all of a sudden he reappears with the soul stone in his hand.

Thor gets to the planet where the dwarves crafted the Mjonir. But notices there's something wrong. The forge is off. The dwarf was the one who crafted the infinity gauntlet for thanos and promised to not kill him and his people. Eventually after crafting the gauntlet, thanos destroyed all his people except him. Btw he's Peter Dinklage but cgied to be 10 feet tall +. Anyway the heart of the dying star is in the middle of this huge contraption and they have to restart it so they could forge stormbreaker. Thor manages to star the rings that powers everything. But the shutter closed itself. He has to go into the ring devices to open it so that a beam from the star can light the forge. This is the scene in the trailer where you see thor in the middle of a contraption with two levers etc. Anyway he's getting hit by the power of the star and is even getting slight burned by it. Eventually the MEtal portions of Stormbreaker is forged. The dwarf asks for the handle which is created by Groot from his own arm that wraps the weapon. At this point, thor is still unconscious. Rocket raccon is in these scenes and helps. He's also amazing by the whole contraption and by the lore surrounding the dwaves making all powerful weapons. Btw thor is convinced Stormbreaker will enough to defeat Thanos.

Meanwhile in wakanda they detect a disturbance in the atmosphere, and these sort of drop ships. One drops right on top of the Wakanda shield and blows up, but the shield holds. They all drop and Proxima and the big guy shows up. Steve, black panther and black widow talk to Poxima and the other guy (btw the big guy lost one of his forarms after the portal closed on his arm back in manhattan). Proxima mentions to Black widow that she will pay for what she did to corvus (insiuates that he died but he didn't). Anyway the alien creatures begin pounding the shield and die as they do so. Some start getting through. All of the wakanda army is assembled along with winter soilder, warmachine, falcon, black panther and banner in the hulk buster.

Part 2 of post.

At the same time Shuri is working on Vision, and Wanda is there as well in the city. The battle starts and eventually they noticed the aliens are trying to outflank them around the shield so Black panther gives the order to open a small gap so that they can keep them in the front of them (captain america's idea).

Meanwhile Tony, spiderman and doctor strange crash land on titan. The guardians show up and start attacking each other. Thor had mentioned earlier about the avengers and eventually they realize who they were and stop the misunderstanding. Tony talks about a plan to stop Thanos but Dr. Strange uses the eye of agamto to see virtually millions of outcomes and only saw one way to beat Thanos.

Back in wakanda, the battle rages on and gets pretty intense, proxima joins the fray, Warmachine droping bombs, Winter soilder doing his thing etc. Captain america using his new shields etc. The hulk buster/banner goes in a battle with the big guy from the black order, eventually he gets shoved into the forcefield and gets killed. Proxima is fighting Black widow and the other girl and gets splattered by these huge alien wheels with razor sharp saw. But they are all getting overpowered and more wheels are rolling and right at that moment, Thor shows up and crushes the aliens and pushes them back. He's extremely powerful now with stormbreaker. He's there with rocket racoon and groot doing their thing.

Thanos shows up in Titan and begins to fight Tony, Dr. strange and the rest of the guardians. The battle heats up and they are trying to prevent Thanos from closing his fist, so ton uses these appendages to stop him, and amongst them all they eventually get the mind girl to hold thanos in a state where he can't move. They are trying to remove the glove and are almost successful. The girl mentions that THanos is remorseful of something and Nebula asks where's Gamora. Star lord loses control when he realizes that gamora is dead and wrecks the whole plan by mistake. He hits the mind girl which frees thanos and just when spider man was able to remove the glove, thanos snaps out of it and goes full rage mode and slips the glove back. During the battle thanos gets ticked off and manipulates an orbiting moon sending meteors down to titan. He has some one off battles with Dr. Strange where dr strnage creates copies of himself and all do the lace thing to try to tie him up but Thanos easily frees himself. He also has a battle with tony and he bit by bit kept crushing bits of tonys armor and eventually overpowers tony and stabs him with a daggar tony fashioned with his nano tech. I actually thought tony was going to die as he was bleeding out of his mouth. But he doesn't he seals his wound later. Anyway spider man gets hit really hard etc. Eventually Thanos just teleports himself away to earth.

Corvus shows up where Vision and SHurri are and tries to remove the stone again. Vision and him fight it out and end up in the forest. Captain america intervenes along with wanda. Eventually Corvus gets stabbed with his own weapon by vision and dies. Vision senses that Thanos is coming via the infinity stone. And tells wanda that she must detach the stone from him and destroy it. Wanda does not want to do but eventually does, shes able to shatter the stone and it creates a huge blast that kills vision as well. Thanos shows up behind her and faces off Captain america which (in the trailer) but quickly over powers him. He's still alive. Thanos isn't phased by Wanda's actions in which he preceeds to use the time gem localized where vision had died and he undid what she had done and restored the gem. He defeats wanda quickly and puts the stone in his glove.

Suddenly Thor shows up out of no where and stabs Thanos in the chest with Stormbreaker. Thanos looks like he's seriously hurt but says you should have aim at my head. He snaps his fingers and disappears. Captain america rushes to Thor asking what happened. And Thor was speechless. All of a sudden people started to turn to ash and completely disappear. Bucky walks to captain america and says he doesn't know what's going on and he crumbles into ask and disappears. Black panther as well. In titan, the mind girl, drax and peter parker in tonys arms turns to ash and disappear. Dr. strange also turns to ash, also Star Lord disappears as well. Tony is there sobbing on titan (seen in one of the trailers) I might be missing some other people as well. The movie ends with Thanos (fully healed) on another planet. Massive cliff hanger.

Finally after a dreadfully long set of credits, there's an after credit scene with Nick Fury and Maria Hill. They are somewhere in nyc i think and all of a sudden a car crashes in front of them. When they walk to the car theres no drive. Behind them a helicopter loses control and crashes into a building which a big explosion and people screaming and running away. Maria starts to disappear as Nick fury tries to activate a com, some code red thing. He also begins to disappear and even was about to say shit before he vanishes. The com drops on the floor and you see the Ms Marvel Insignia along with her red and blue colors on the led screen.

**** Sorry before Thanos goes to earth Dr. STrange just gives the time gem to THanos in excahnge of tony's life. ****

#iw spoilers

[rileywrites-parker]

Without You

Peter Parker x Reader As part of my request a prompt, 300 follower celebration.

@not-peterparker requested: 7, 53! Congrats btw! Prompts: “I can’t do this without you.” and “I’m crazy about you.”

Thank you for your request and for following me! Ok, so you didn’t specify what you wanted, so I apologize if this isn’t what you had in mind (in fact, I’m sure it won’t be,) but this is kind of what fell out of my brain for those sentences. Words: 1.9K.

Peter is in his 20s. Peter and reader have been together for a long time.

Warnings: This is a little gory. Or a lot. It’s a lot gory. Angsty fluff.

The tightly woven sheet of clouds outside your window blanketed the sliver of a moon hanging high in the sky, offering none of its luminance to the city below, making the already cold, rainy night seem even more dreary and off-putting in its darkness; darkness that made it difficult to see him in your equally blackened room. The masked form of him had practically fallen into your arms the moment you’d slid the window of your shared bedroom open at the sound of his panicked knocking, the entire weight of him supported by your chest; your back protesting the angle; his wet, sticky arms around your neck as he slumped against you.

When the bridge of his nose found the crook of your shoulder he released a soggy sigh into the skin there.

The dampness of his suit spread over the front of you, your borrowed t-shirt quickly soaking through and warming your skin. He groaned when you shifted, an arm pulling too tightly at his back to prevent him from sliding down your body, chests smashing together as you tried your best to support his drooping, lethargic form. “Hey, c’mon,” you encouraged as you started taking slow, measured steps towards your bed, his booted feet lagging and unintentionally smashing against your bare toes. “Peter, hun, you’re really heavy.”

He nodded, the corrugated material of his suit chaffing against your wet skin. You freed up an arm to pull his mask off, his wet hair sticking to the insides, lifting as you freed the strands and flopping back down onto his ears and forehead, dampened curls sticking to his skin as you dropped the fabric to the ground at your feet.

“Pete?” you adjusted your arms again, looping them underneath his, pulling his face from off of your shoulder, his chin bouncing off of a bony collar, to get a better look at him, “Peter, what’s wrong?” His hands hung limply at his sides, cascading pitifully over the tops of your own. When his eyes met yours, you were startled by how utterly exhausted he looked; the darkness in the room accentuating the bruised coloration beneath dull brown. It was the color of his skin that bothered you most, or really, the lack of; so pale that his skin was nearly glowing, rain water and sweat glistening, his clamminess casting its own ghastly light.

You furrowed your brows, voice escaping you in a whisper, “Peter?”

“I need to lie down,” he muttered, voice soft as he looked away from you and angled his body in the direction he wanted you to guide him in.

“Ok, yeah, sure,” you managed.

You succeeded in dragging him over to the bed, pushing the blankets you had hurriedly whipped off of your legs at the sound of his beckoning out of the way and settling him in onto wrinkled sheets. Satisfied with the way his pillow cradled the back of his head and neck, you turned and crossed over to your dresser, switching on the lamp at its corner.

As the light traveled across the room it brought a shocking revelation with it; a trembled gasp ejected from your lungs, every hair on your body stood on end as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall above the wooden furnishing.

It made sense: why the dampness on your chest had been this strange, heated, sticky thing that had spread over your skin from Peter’s suit, why your brain had questioned the lack of chill and had alerted you to the tangy, metallic scent in the air.

You felt your stomach hit the floor, felt as it pulled all of the heat from your face and chest with it.

“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help but to begin to shake, nerves quickly winning out over your limbs.

You looked like a macabre scene from an old horror film with the way his blood coated the front of you. A despicably sanguineous abstract painting of Peter’s life decorated the whole of your chest and abdomen, the pale blue color of your shirt unseen as the purpled darkness of his substance continued to leech through the threads.

“Oh my god, P-Peter.” You were full on trembling now, gasping for air as you began to panic.

But it was on your skin, too. All down the length of your arms, tangling with the fine hairs that were at attention. You turned to look at Peter then, hands moving to cover your lips at the sight of his limp form, at the ugly stain spreading beneath his suit; your hands stopping abruptly as they reached eye level. His blood had run into the crevices and channels of your fingers, underneath your fingernails; the skin at the joints of your fingertips sticking as you clenched and unclenched your fists.

There was so much of it and he was still losing.

You were going to be sick; now was not the time.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your dirty hands found the hem of his old shirt and ripped it from you, throwing the offending thing into the farthest corner of your room. You were nude from the waist up; dewy, pink, plasma-like fluid running down your skin in the places he had most soaked.

His suit had done a good job of hiding how badly injured he was. The thin slices through the fabric alerted you to what you were likely to see. It was only as your shaking fingers rolled the top half of his suit down past his ribs, peeling away gently at the places that had already begun to dry, that you noticed you were crying.

Peter’s chest was mangled, he had been slashed from nipple to nipple one way and from nipple to navel the other. The latter of the two wounds had left his skin flayed wide open, the edges jagged and oozing, parts of it unveiling the pink sinewy tissue of the muscle beneath.

He had two large lacerations on his lower abdomen, flesh torn across his hip where the blade had sunk into his flesh and had then been ripped out; you were relieved momentarily as you realized whoever had knifed him hadn’t managed to penetrate anything vital. Peter had spared himself of that at least. Then there was also the issue of the exposed pearly, white bone of his hip peeking out at you from amongst the red.

But his chest was still moving.

Up and down it moved, in time with the air you could hear him drawing in shakily through his nose; wounds stretching as he did so. A shaky palm found a place over his heart; the fluttery feeling of it beating against your skin helping to calm the frantic pounding in your chest.

You took in another deep, steadying breath.

The watery mess of your eyes made it nearly impossible to see as you dared a glance at his face. He was looking at you, watching you with hooded eyes, his face shockingly white, more obvious now under the exposure of light; his wild, dark hair standing out in stark contrast to the pale color. A wet sob pushed past your lips and a bloodied hand wiped roughly at the tears and snot running down your face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I could only think to get here. I had to get to you.”

You shook your head at him, a wayward tear breaking free from your chin and falling onto his chest, “Peter, look at you, I-I can’t - ” A pale, too-cold hand came to rest over the one on his chest.

“You can,” his fingers squeezed at yours weakly, “Please, [Y/N.]”

You were shaking your head again at his words, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the sight of him broken and bleeding; but you couldn’t un-see it; it would probably haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.

“I can’t, you’re asking too much of me, Peter. We have to take you to someone else, a hosp - ”

“No.” He cut you off, his tone firm and making you open your eyes to look at him again, carefully avoiding the sight of his chest. “It has to be you. You know that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at him then, leveling your gaze; you could feel the puffiness of your eyes against your cheeks, burning; you could feel that they were reddened, moisture still pooling at the corners and overwhelming your eyelashes.

“Please.” You looked away from him, taking a moment to absorb the sight of him lying on the bed in the reflection of the mirror, at his profile and the straight line of his nose and jaw as he continued to look at you; seeing just how pitiful the two of you looked together as you huddled close to his prone form on the blood stained sheets. The color of your naked chest and arms contrasting greatly with the red, inflamed skin of his.

You had smeared some of his blood on your face.

The hand not on yours was clenching tightly at the loosed fabric of his suit, red and blue balled up in his palm, knuckles white and strained against the skin there; he was trying to hide his pain from you. But you knew. His entire being was screaming it at you.

“I can’t do this without you.” When you met his eyes again, they were glistening, brown like mud.

“Ok, Peter.”

It would be a long night.

There would be no erasing the sounds he had made as you’d pushed that needle through his burning skin over and over, or the way he’d choked on his sobs, biting his tongue, his lips, and cheeks to keep them from you as best as he was able as you pulled the thread tight after each pass.

His whole body had trembled and he’d nearly screamed as you’d cleaned his wounds with disinfectant, any color that he had left to tinge his skin with the signs of life vanished, sucked out of him like the air he blew through his teeth as he clenched down on his jaw, sinewy muscles popping along the lines of it.

There’d been a moment where his heart and breathing had settled enough for him to lean a head full of wet hair back into you, your breasts cradled snugly between shoulder blades as he relaxed his tired body against you, face leaning into yours to whisper at the corner of your mouth, “I’m crazy about you,” he’d said, “I hope you know that.” 

Your lips had found his temple, pressing a light kiss to the skin there, nose sifting through wet curls as your hands continued drawing the warm bath water up his arms, his waist, his chest, freeing the rest of him of that ugly red.

You’d never cried so much as you did that night. That terribly, horribly long night.

He often asked too much of you.

But for him, you would do it. You would always, for him.

I’m sorry for this.

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[likeawildthing]

one week since u looked at me

James and LIly fight and it’s 100% the other person’s fault, and everyone is just a little bit unhinged. 

3371 Words

For @expressopatronum​, who requested a jily fic based on the Barenaked Ladies song. :D

tues.

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: well. Fuck.

James Potter: im broken up

James Potter: literally

James Potter: and metaphorically

James Potter: and every other kind of shitty ally tbh

James Potter: hello?????

James Potter: im in Crisis here

Peter Pettigrew: we know, mate. You ok?

James Potter: how??

Peter Pettigrew: well…

James Potter: she texted u???

Remus Lupin: she texted me

Peter Pettigrew: then he told us

Remus Lupin: wtf, Prongs

James Potter: u believe her???

Remus Lupin: didn’t say that, mate. Just a weird situation, yeah??

James Potter: Weird = shitty, then yea. her fault tho for being so dramatic!! And do u arseholes have a group chat w/out me???

Sirius Black: nah. y would we do smth like that to u prongs. go chill @ mine. AND i for one am being a good mate and withholding judgment. (except on evans cos shes clearly at fault here)

James Potter: damn straight she is. 100%!!! and im already @ urs, actually. where r u tho?

Sirius Black: alcohol

James Potter: Good Man

Remus Lupin: I’m getting pizza

James Potter: don’t bother?? never eating again

James Potter: PS no more talking to evans unless its for espionage

Peter Pettigrew: this should be fun

 - - -

 James Potter to Not Lovely Lily: ready for ur apology, like, whenever, babe

James Potter: no?

James Potter: sirius’s sofa is super fucking cosy, btw

James Potter: PS whatever the current differences between us, pls dont stoop so low as to eat Mums biscuits

wed.

 Lily Evans to StupidHair BigMouth: the biscuits were fucking delicious.

James Potter: WOW

- - -

Sirius Black to squatter potter: BABE. u know i theoretically want to be sympathetic to ur emo angst. or whatever. but y the FUCK r u watching x-files at half volume at 3:37 fucking am

James Potter: go back to sleep??

Sirius Black: fucking difficult w the light coming in under my door

Sirius Black: AND u mess up my recs w that shit

James Potter: ill tell pete u think x-files is shit

James Potter: PS dana Scully is /not shit

Sirius Black: the redhead???

Sirius Black: fuckall, prongs, if ur watching the show bc she has red hair

James Potter: im NOT. watching bc it’s a Good show.

Sirius Black: is not

James Potter: it holds up!!

Sirius Black: fine. im not arguing w u bc u cant take the blow of being wrong. i get it. but if u wank to sculley on my sofa, potter, ill end you.

James Potter: u wldnt

Sirius Black: imported velvet. vintage. custom ticking. turned legs. u know how i feel abt that lounge, Babe.

James Potter: /i wldnt

Sirius Black: …

James Potter: k. ill stop

Sirius Black: damn straight. uve been broken up for a day??

James Potter: 31.25 hrs. n we ARENT broken up

Sirius Potter: whatever. make up with evans or im kicking you out

James Potter: what happened to being a good mate????

Sirius Black: making up w evans is whats good for u

James Potter: u know its not that simple.

Sirius Black: if ur waiting for me to ask u WHY its not simple….dont. shldve done that when lupin was here.

James Potter: i /did. i still need to process tho.

Sirius Black: process alone, w the volume below 12 & ur prick IN your pants!

Sirius Black: and reset xfiles to s6e4

- - -

James Potter to #1 MUM <333: mum…you up?

Euphemia Potter: no

James Potter: …wow

James Potter: Good to know whose side ur on???

Euphemia Potter: I’m staying neutral.

James Potter: can you at least make me more biscuits?

Euphemia Potter: no. I gave her permission to eat them. James Potter: p sure that’s taking sides!!!

James Potter: are u talking to her right now???

Euphemia Potter: Her mother has passed, dear. She relies on me for situations like this.

James Potter: WOW

Euphemia Potter: weren’t you just here asking for your grandmother’s engagement ring last week?

James Potter: yes!!

Euphemia Potter: Perhaps you should come over for breakfast tomorrow.

James Potter: no

James Potter: …ill think about it

- - -

Sirius Black to squatter potter: DID I JUST HEAR U FUCKING GROAN

thurs.

James Potter to Babe: listen…sorry abt the sofa thing

James Potter: maybe outta line a bit. I wont watch xfiles tonight tho

James Potter: i can come over tonight, right???

Sirius Black: imported vintage italian velvet lounges b4 m8s

- - -

James Potter to sailor moony: and fuck, like. she deadass looked at me and said ‘im angry’ what does that even mean??? How can she be angry at an accident??

Remus Lupin: Prongs. uve told me this 12 times 

James Potter: seven. my soul splits every time I tell it, so id know

James Potter: fuck

James Potter: LUPIN

James Potter: if u dont answer ill stop supplying ur Weetabix Habit

Remus Lupin: You wouldn’t. You know why??? its 3 in the morning. I didn’t sleep bc two nights ago u were making us listed to the Lily Playlist. Last night Padfoot wldnt stop texting me abt u watching x-files (???) and tonight…I NEED SLEEP 

James Potter: ur right. im not heartless.

James Potter: unlike evans

James Potter: i /am desperate tho

James Potter: if u answer, i wont come over and bug u in person.

Remus Lupin: Deal. So what else did she say?

James Potter: thats it!

Remus Lupin: normal voice, or scary quiet rage voice?

James Potter: wld i be texting u @3am if it was the normal one?

Remus Lupin: fair point…just surprised that’s all she said, considering you killed her pet

James Potter: first mum, now u?? i went to breakfast w/ her this morning and she AMUSHED ME!! ddnt even make bacon! a two hr lecture and No Bacon.

James Potter: over a fish! Remus Lupin: lily’s fish. which u killed. James Potter: it was a tragic, unavoidable accident!!

James Potter: ac·ci·dent 1. an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury. google does not lie.

James Potter:  anyway thts what i get for doing Chores and trying to help around the flat

James Potter: i can feel ur disapproval, lupin

James Potter: she LOATHED that fish. she called it fish! how attached can u rlly be against smth u havent named. petunia pawned it off on her! she made Flushing jokes on the regular?? rly… was doing her a favor

Remus Lupin: please for the love of god tell me u didn’t tell her that

James Potter: which part

Remus Lupin: all of it. Any of it.

James Potter: well.

Remus Lupin: fuck

James Potter: so can i come over? 

Remus Lupin: …

James Potter: can i come in?

Remus Lupin: where are you?

James Potter: ur front steps

James Potter: i need Emotional Support, lupin

Remus Lupin: fine

fri.

James Potter to grlFIEND: still cant believe you tackled me to the ground this afternoon??? I should report u??

Lily Evans: I should report you??? trespassing? it’s how I’d treat any common burglar!

James Potter: 1. u know I’d be an Excellent burglar. don’t be harsh.

James Potter: 2. its not trespassing when i pay ½ rent

Lily Evans: Technically yes, but morally??? NOT ur flat

James Potter: you know how skeevy my teeth feel w/out my water flosser? which i still don’t have btw??

Lily Evans: I was so mad I threw ur attachments out, so

James Potter: Wow

James Potter: my rug burns are FINE, btw

Lily Evans: I had to buy a black dress, sew a veil, host a FUNERAL, write a EULOGY, send petunia a video of the whole thing, and ur whining about rug burns and a water flosser??? Lmao ok.

James Potter: lmao IM the dramatic one? OK

Lily Evans: Read 1:35:10 AM

James Potter: u actually have to, like, turn on the function for it to be a burn

Lily Evans: Read 1:36:14 AM

James Potter: …

Lily Evans: Read 1:36:25 AM

- - -

James Potter to Babe: u talking to me yet???

James Potter: it was an Accident

Sirius Black: Read 1:45:15 AM

Sirius Black: go to petes

- - -

James Potter: to pumpkin eater: PETE. My dude.

Peter Pettigrew: no.

James Potter: listen. black + lupin have fallen into dishonor

Peter Pettigrew: they haven’t

James Potter: they HAVE in collusion w/ one another and on their own, betrayed and disowned me. whts Dishonor if not that??

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me u were wanking on his velvet sofa

James Potter: SCULLEY

Peter Pettigrew: i get it, but u know how he feels about that. second only to his motorbike.

James Potter: …

Peter Pettigrew: and u, ofc.

James Potter: he and remus both think x-files is shit

Peter Pettigrew: fuckers

James Potter: so can i come over?

Peter Pettigrew: go HOME, prongs. to ur girlfriend.

James Potter: p sure she dumped me???

Peter Pettigrew: 1. she LOVES ur fucking face. she nearly snogged it off in FRONT OF ME just last week?? shes just as miserable as u are.

Peter Pettigrew: 2. I live w/ my mum

Peter Pettigrew: 3. U rlly have a wanking problem.

Peter Pettigrew: 4. My mum has never seen a penis and I wont let the first one she sees be URS

James Potter: idk how to tell u this, pete, but shes a MUM, so…shes had kids…

James Potter: we can smoke

Peter Pettigrew: come in thru the back

 - - -

 James Potter to sailor moony: fuck

Remus Lupin: …you know my name isn’t actually ‘fuck’ … right? 

James Potter: Remus. Fuck.

Remus Lupin: isn’t pete watching you?

James Potter: he passed out.

Remus Lupin: dammit. where are you now??

James Potter: in a tree. like…u want to do a thought experiment with me?

Remus Lupin: …

James Potter: sorry, shldnt have phrased that as a question. Emotional Support.

Remus Lupin: you aren’t allowed to use that anymore.

James Potter: k, so like, if a person, however well-intentioned, right? like if they did something that hurt someone else. even if they didn’t Mean to. like maybe it’d be decent of them to say sorry??

Remus Lupin: you think???

James Potter: yea

James Potter: i mean…im Not saying that person shld. cos shes still bang out of order w/ the toothbrush. + the biscuits. + poisoning u and my mum against me.

James Potter: *their mate and their mum against them

Remus Lupin: you were saying…about the thought experiment?

James Potter: oh, like, well that person might owe the other person an apology

James Potter: *might. maybe. like 5% maybe

Remus Lupin: i would agree, but more like 95%

James Potter: just smth to Think about. Ya know??

James Potter: OK, heres the thing. its not hypothetical. talking abt evans ofc. cos like, i laughed, right? at her. while shes…crying. But!!! i smiled because it is kind of fucking funny??? shes overreacting + SOBBING. but, like, also cos shes so Cute and she did that elbow thing she always does when shes mad?? cannot convey how cute she was!! its so funny? that was, like, sure, the Wrong thing to do, because it just set her off More, and. ANYWAY, I could kind of…maybe…see how she would be upset by my laughing. or think I was laughing at her pain when really it was her anger. which doesn’t Sound like a good distinction, but it is a Solid distinction. ANYWAY, like, u know I have No Poker face, right?

Remus Lupin: you do wear your heart on you sleeve 

James Potter: we both know ive a LONG history of taking off my shirt

Remus Lupin: really? you, james fleamont potter, have a history of overreacting and making poor decisions and have impulse control problems? i had no. fucking. idea. completely shocked.

James Potter: imma ignore that u used my middle name + the bit abt the impulse control

Remus Lupin: apologize to her??

Remus Lupin: actually…get your thoughts together a little bit more than this, maybe? then apologize

James Potter: gotta figure how to get down from this tree first

James Potter: thx for the talk lupin

Remus Lupin: night, prongs

sat. 

James Potter to Maybe Lovely Lily: can I come home yet???

Lily Evans: lmao

Lily Evans: when u get ur shite together, yeah?

James Potter: u have all of my shite at OUR flat???

Lily Evans: delivered it to remus

 - - -

 James Potter to lupin, fuck: u have my stuff????

Remus Lupin: this pile of shite in my living room? yes.

Remus Lupin: come collect immediately pls.

James Potter: shove it in the spare closet

Remus Lupin: spare closet is full of pete’s contraband he doesn’t want his mum to see.

James Potter: right. well, go through and take what you want as payment.

Remus Lupin: already did. btw why do you have a sumo suit?

James Potter: she brought over the sumo suit???

Remus Lupin: yes.

James Potter: FUCKING WOW

James Potter: btw…how did she look? what all did she say? (not that I care!!!) but is she despondent w/out? dark circles? facial blemishes b/c she’s been too distracted to adhere to her rigorous skincare regime? did she even have the energy to contour??

Remus Lupin: she looked ok .

James Potter: whts that mean

Remus Lupin: i mean she looked fine.

James Potter: no tear tracks?

Remus Lupin: no.

James Potter: damn

Remus Lupin: she didn’t look great though? honestly, prongs, i think she’s just waiting for you to apologize.

James Potter: not a chance????

Remus Lupin: dammit. you were almost there last night

James Potter: ????

Remus Lupin: the thought experiment?

James Potter: i got high with pete last night

Remus Lupin: should’ve known.

James Potter: and I might have, except she gave back the sumo suit which is an act of war????

Remus Lupin: james…do not blow this…more out of proportion. ok?

James Potter: id never

Remus Lupin: BLOCKED

- - -

James Potter to #1 MUM: can i at least have the biscuit recipe???

Euphemia Potter: sent

- - -

James Potter to DEFO NOT LOVELY LILY: the sumo suit??? really???? u know how to cut deep, evans

James Potter: i thought this was going to blow over quickly but apparently no???

James Potter: PS I hope u like The Pic I posted on Instagram (dnt pretend like u arnt stalking me)

Lily Evans: u wldnt

James Potter: …already did

Lily Evans: btw I had to throw ur fave Tupperware away. contaminated w/ dead fish germs.

Lily Evans: like, I almost kept it and dint tell you, but my Conscience (a lil voice that tells u right from wrong) smote me, so….

James Potter: W O W. you kept a dead body in my fave Tupperware???? the one that keeps my soup warm???

Lily Evans: Read 11:13:09 PM

 - - -

 James Potter to Pete McGeet: listen: Chickity China the Chinese chicken

James Potter: and u…have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’

James Potter: or smth

James Potter: anyway…wanna go to KFC???

Peter Pettigrew: what in the ever loving hell, prongs

James Potter: i think im cracking up

James Potter: defo pissed.

Peter Pettigrew: its sad. And a little bit pathetic.

James Potter: pathetic enough to stay at urs again tonight??? U know abt the others. And Mom wont let me on account of the principle.

Peter Pettigrew: if u bring KFC, yes

James Potter: me + the colonel are in a taxi now…

sun.

James Potter to Rude Remus: MATE

James Potter: got a burner phone

James Potter: PS imma pretend u ddnt block me

James Potter: anyway coming to go through my stuff, ok?

James Potter: Promise ill avoid ur sofa

Remus Lupin: sure thing.

- - -

James Potter to Lovely Lily: babe

James Potter: see u typing. u can pull that Read shit or whatever, but, like, I was sorting thru my stuff @ remus’s??? + I shldve done it yesterday….

James Potter: (dont tell him was here PLS bc hes pissed at me abt smth stupid)

James Potter: ANYWAY underneath the sumo suit – nice diversion btw, that super pissed me off – was a pack of brand new flosser attachments. + my flosser. u even rinsed it???

James Potter: like, Thanks

James Potter: coming home bc u obviously dnt Hate Me Eternally like u said before Lily Evans: i never said that! v frustrated w/ u but i don’t Hate u.

Lily Evans: listen. I know uve wanked (and cried??? oh yes. Pete told me.) urself out of all your friends’ good graces, so

Lily Evans: u can come back to the flat

Lily Evans: its, like, on a conditional basis

Lily Evans: we aren’t shagging

Lily Evans: u live on the couch

James Potter: we have a guest room???

Lily Evans: couch or bust

Lily Evans: you can use the guest bath tho

Lily Evans: and the kitchen…if you cook enough for me, too James Potter: cool

Lily Evans: cool

- - -

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: fuck yessssssssssss

James Potter: have won!

James Potter: maybe technically it started as my fault? like 15%

James Potter: shes all but apologized!

James Potter: not formally ofc, but i know what she meant

James Potter: knew if I held out long enough, shed come around

James Potter: lupin…have been living in ur car btw….i owe u for crisps detailing

Remus Lupin: ew. Happy for u prongs. Gtfo of my car.

Peter Pettigrew: go home n wait for her to apologize

Sirius Black: wait before u apologize tho 2

James Potter: obvs (+ sorry abt ur velvet sofa Babe. ill pay to get it cleaned)

Remus Lupin: literally going to murder u all

mon.

 James Potter to #1 MUM: I know ur asleep, but I made u middle of the night biscuits.

James Potter: they r UTTER shit but I did Try

James Potter: thing is…u might have been a little (tiny bit!!) right about some of the things you said. Maybe. 

James Potter: anyway, am Home and will probably apologize to lily…soon

James Potter: and i love u and sorry i was so pissy abt no bacon

  - - -

James Potter to Lovely Lily: evans

Lily Evans: potter.

Lily Evans: how did u sleep?

James Potter: ok. u?

Lily Evans: meh

James Potter: i know id mentally said i wldnt do this for another day, on Principle, but Mum guilted me into it even tho she is still sleeping. Except she has a Point. So heres the thing ….

James Potter: and also moony said…

James Potter: i kind of, like,

James Potter: its like this, lil…

James Potter: well

Lily Evans: jfc babe don’t strain yourself, yea?

James Potter: u know what im saying tho 

Lily Evans: i do

Lily Evans: and same. (ish.))))

Lily Evans: it’s like this, james. i….

Lily Evans: fuck

Lily Evans: we rlly have to get better @ this.

Lily Evans: I KNOW it was an accident. and also, like, I sort of apparently overloaded the aquarium power cord in the first place w my hair dryer??? so…yeah

James Potter: fuck

Lily Evans: yeah….and I shouldn’t have, like, tackled u

James Potter: it wldve been hot if not for the rug burns

James Potter: and also i was insensitive w/ the laughing thing

Lily Evans: wait!! We hve to STOP

Lily Evans: can u not apologize yet. not fully to the point where I want to bone u??

James Potter: ….was kind of on a roll here tho

Lily Evans: yeah but we have to stop James Potter: y???

Lily Evans: the longer we fight..the better the make-up sex is going to be, yea? science

James Potter: tru…but id argue good make-up sex now is better than Great, theoretical make-up sex

Lily Evans: that WLD be true, but i, like, ordered something online… James Potter: something. or. like. Something.

Lily Evans: the Something u had bookmarked in ur private amazon wishlist hoping I’d find it

James Potter: stalker

James Potter: i love u….but i still think we should make up properly???? 

Lily Evans: no!!!! it’ll be here on Friday.

James Potter: i got u a new fish & everything!! named him eddie.

Lily Evans: nice!! but u know i hate fish. sold the aquarium to pay for the Something.

James Potter: well. Fuck.

Lily Evans: love you too

#james potter #lily (evans) potter #jily #jily* #linds writes #au: text #au jily #fic: one week

[spidxysense]

Different | 03

Summary: You weren’t like them. You didn’t submit yourself to experiments, unlike them, you didn’t have a choice in becoming what you were. Now, years later Mr. Stark has sent you over to Queens to watch over one of his newest proteges in order to get your mind off of your sister.

Word Count: 3,247

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/Spiderman x Reader

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

A/N: Alright, I said I’d make this longer but honestly, I wanted to finish it early for you guys so I decided that 3,000 would be my average word count. Hope you guys like it. You all super effing rock btw for getting my other chapters to 200+ which is like so friggin amazing! Sorry about the action scenes, I am just shit at writing those. I might not update for the rest of the week though, because I really need to finish writing for my other fan account, but I’ll be sure to work on the next chapter when I get some time. Thanks for all the love and feedback, I love you guys!

You reach the abandoned gas station just in time to see Spiderman fling himself off the building towards a moving truck that the villain, who Michelle insisted on calling Vulture after you briefed her on what you were doing, just took over. Instead of joining the good fight in the truck, you decided to stay on top of the truck, waiting for a chance to ambush Vulture. You reach in you leg strap pocket and take out the tiny black metallic ball, a device you designed back when you stayed at the Stark compound. You press both sides of the sphere and it automatically unfolds into a tiny version of Ironman except this was painted black.

“Trail Spiderman. Connect AV comms.” You speak into your watch as the iron bot nods and flies to the entrance of the truck.

You sit there for hours when to your surprise, two green circular glowing eyes meet your own. It flies up into the air, taking you by the hands, and without you noticing it, he knocks one of the cubes he attached to the truck earlier, making the entryway into the truck completely disappear, and locking Peter inside.

You struggle to break free from his grasp, without your hands, you could create dark energy to escape your current predicament. As soon as you're dropped, you land head first into a tree branch and drop onto the floor beneath a tree, you stand up quickly, looking around you, you no longer have sight of the highway, instead you're surrounded by trees, and the waiting Vulture ready to attack.

You tread carefully, and then all at once, you fly your hands in his direction, covering his metallic wings. He chuckles before slowly reaching up to press a button near his covered mouth and high pitched sonic screams engulf your ear, making you lose focus and successfully releasing his wings. You cover your ears, and press as hard as you can, when you see him approaching your kneeling figure in the dirt.

You wince at the continuous high pitched screams, "What do you want?!" You shut your eyes tight.

He kneels down next to you on one knee, slowly pressing the button once again to make the noise stop; he grabs the back of his mask, pulling it free from his head and chuckles, "What do I want?" He looks up, scratching his chin, "I want you and your little Spider boyfriend to stop meddling in my business. You better hope to God I don't find out who you are unless you want me killing you right where you stand." He stands up, puts his helmet back on and starts to walk away, "Just know that the only reason I'm keeping you alive is so you relay this to that Spider freak." That's where he leaves you, grabbing the mulch filled dirt in pain.

You didn't have a choice, in your current state using your dark energy wasn't an option, so you started on your journey back to the hotel. You arrive just shy of five in the morning, you knock on the door quietly with your head, unable to conjure up the strength to even lift your hands.

Michelle opens the door, looking above your head, but looks down in horror when you collapse on her, "Oh my God! Y/N?! What happened to you?!" She pulls you inside.

"Jesus Christ, you're bleeding out on the bed." She sighs.

You blinding look around, everything turning blurry, "I-I don't know w-why I'm bleeding."

She grabs the closest ice pack and presses it to the side of your head, "Yeah? Well you are, your jaw is bruised too. You lip is cut open." She tilts your head to the side, "Your head is busted slightly, and it looks like you collided with something sharp looking at this gnarly scar stemming from wound." She sighs, "You look pretty fucking beat up Y/N."

You laugh hollowly, “Yeah, well I was pretty fucking beat.” You try to sit up, before she's pushing you back down, "I have to get to my computer-"

"God dammit Y/N, are you really willing to risk your own life for whatever phantom you're chasing with Peter? You've done your job! Now let the adults handle it!" She holds you down, and presses the ice pack harsher on your wound, making you wince, "You don’t need to do their job. He doesn't even know who you are under that mask."

You open your eyes, finally seeing her, "He...doesn't need to." You breathe out, "We need..." you gasp out in pain, "to save everybody." You lose consciousness.

By the time you wake up, it's around two in the afternoon. You look around before a wincing pain from the side of your head feels like it’s slapped you across the face, when you touch it, it starts to ache even more, but at least the blood's stopped. You look at Michelle’s bed; your decathlon jacket is placed on her bed. Upon realizing why you were here, you get up, and walk into the bathroom, looking at the mirror, "I look like shit." You sigh, before getting into the shower. You stretch your sore muscles upon coming out of the shower and you find MJ’s note, explaining where they were. You got dressed and you walked towards the Championship venue, which according to Michelle's note is directly across the Washington monument, you walk in slowly and Mr. Goldstein is the first to greet you.

"Y/N!" He grasps your shoulders, "I heard what happened with the stairs. Next time, make sure that the ice bucket isn't leaking melted water when going up the stairs alright?"

You nod slowly, "Yeah, sorry. That was on me." You look at the team, the MC announces that it's the final round, "Mr. Goldstein, could I may be participate?"

He smiles brightly, "O-of course! Hold on." He moves toward the stage, "Flash! Flash! Get off the stage! Y/N's taking your place!"

Flash gapes at him as Mr. Goldstein pushes you forward onto the stage where you take over Flash's seat after he storms off stage.

"Alright! This is the final question which will determine out winner!" He looks to the left and then to the right at your team, "This metal alloy is an extremely stable molecular structure which prevents it from being further molded even if the temperature is high enough to keep it in its liquefied form. In its solid form, it is described as a dark, shiny gray like high-grade steel or titanium, in this state, it is indestructible, and when molded to a sharp edge, it can penetrate lesser material with minimal force."

You ding the bell quickly, "Midtown Science!" The MC calls out.

You look at the MC, then to your teammates, which makes you realize, Peter wasn't here, "A-Adamantium."

A loud buzz breaks the tension in the room and balloons and confetti are being released, "And Midtown High takes the win with A-adamantium!" The MC copied your stuttering.

Cheers are surrounding you and hugs are thrown your way, you catch Flash taking the trophy straight out of the MC’s hands, but you remember; Peter isn’t here, he’s supposed to be here. He was supposed to be here way earlier than when you made it back, but he wasn’t.

A hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you out of the venue is what gets your attention; it was Michelle, “They want to go see the Washington Monument.” She sighs, “Besides, nobody’s here.” She points out, “Are you…?” She points to her head with a little twirling gesture, “Y’know, are you like fine up there? I mean you lost a lot of blood.”

You furrow your eyebrows and blink in quick successions, there was nobody around anymore, “Yeah, I’m fine, um right, sorry I was thinking-“

“About Peter?” She gives you a smug smile, “Don’t worry about him... He’s Spiderman.” She waves as you two continue to walk toward the monument having been left behind by the team.

You walk into the monument having watched the hilarious exchange between Mr. Goldberg, Michelle, and her resistance to “go inside a monument built by slaves”. You stop by the metal detectors and look over at the Midtown Decathlon team waiting for the elevator to take them up as you dump your bag onto the basket that would scan for any weapons, once you get to the other side a security guard approaches you.

“Hope you don’t mind waiting for more people.” He begins walking back to his post, “It’s been a pretty slow day for tourists.” You look at your watch, it was already past three.

“It’s fine.” You keep turning to look back just in case Peter comes running through the entrance, but he doesn’t.

Suddenly, you felt the floor shake and the walls vibrate with a violet light shining through the cracks of the closed elevator doors; you looked around as the ceiling begins to crumble. You frantically turn in every possible angle, trying to find an exit point but all you see is a child whose body is trapped under the fallen piecing of the ceiling crying out for his mom and a hysterical woman trying to push back the security guards and in a moment of impulsiveness, you run and use your powers to lift the large rubble and broken pieces off to help the kid and as you carry him to transport him to his mother, you hear the tiniest of thank you’s in your very ear. However, just as you hand him off to his mother you hear the screams for help from the elevator, it doesn’t take you too long to look over the still closed doors, but that was all it took before the ceiling of the lobby completely falls apart and blocks the entrance.

With nobody around left to see you use your powers, you run to the elevator doors and pull them open with a great deal of concentration which has your already injured head pounding against you skull. You gasp into your mouth when you hear the screams clearer, with slow steps, you find yourself inside the elevator shaft, right where it would stop and you look up, you see the elevator but it’s already ready far up with a large hole on the floor, you spot a couple of sparks coming from the sides as the elevator seems to move, they must be moving inside or at least trying to get out of it.

You look to the blocked entrance and back up at the elevator, it would be the easiest thing to just lift the rubble with what little energy you had left and all you had to do was step out of the elevator. It’s the easiest choice, and to someone that wants to survive, it should be the only choice, but it’s not what you needed to do, not what you wanted (indent) to do. This was your life, and just like you told Peter back at that lake, somebody had to save the day. You completely understood what you would be risking, but it seems that trying at all is all the more better than leaving these people to die. This was your responsibility, this was the responsibility you shared with all the heroes out in the world, with Ironman, Captain America, your sister, and Peter, and knowing that you didn’t even need to hesitate or second guess your decision made it all the more clearer that you’d willingly die for these people if it meant saving them.

You close your eyes and form a familiar hand position near your stomach, you think of your sister, and of your brother. You were not going to die with the same sacrifice of saving the world as him, but you were going to willingly sacrifice everything for these people, and you were fine with that. You think back on how your sister made larger energy projections from bunching it up in her hands before aiming it, so you imitate her hands as you push your hands and arms towards the now falling elevator. You scream out in pain as you feel the blood spurting out your nose, but you don’t look away from the elevator, you push back harder, until you realize the weight is slowly being lifted. You watch it move up, until it stops on what you guess would be the floor everybody else had evacuated to, and then it’s falling completely. You stare at it dumbfounded with a lingering pain in your head and muscles, you feel your heart pound in your chest as if it was treasuring your last moment alive, like your heart would willingly stop if you asked it to, but you push through, you look down at the ground and smile, looking back up and releasing dark energy extending from your fingertips, you scream when you catch it and start extending the energy matter to push it up from where it already nearly touched your head. You push it up high enough before you spot large pipes surrounding it. With the quickest motion, you move one hand in the direction of the leftmost pipe, moving it along so it runs along on the left side of the bottom of the elevator which has you gasping in pain; you move onto the other sides, it has you sighing when you succeed in stopping the elevator. You drop to your knees, and slump, but when you look up something tiny and metallic catches your eye, it looks like a tiny metallic spider.

You hear distant screaming, but you never feel him plop down on the ground next to you. You shut your eyes in anticipation for Spiderman himself hanging upside-down, with your arms feeling slightly numb, you muster up enough strength to bring the jacket over your nose and wipe it, and when you turn to look behind you, he’s there.

He gives you a tiny salute, “H-hello-Ehem.” He clears his throat in order to deepen his voice, “Hello Ma’am. Do you need help getting up?”

You look back at him with a tired smile which probably shocks him.

“Oh my God.” The white part of his eyes retracts, “Holy shit what happened to you?” He touches your face softly, tracing your jaw before letting it linger on the bruise; he turns your head slightly to look at the side of your head.

You twitch slightly from his grasp before removing your head completely from his touch, “I’m fine.” You stand up slowly, with wobbly feet, “Is everyone safe?”

He tilts his head, “Is everyone saf-?” His voice gets louder, “How about you?! Were you safe?! What if you died here?”

You smile a tired smile and say the one thing that shocks him, “What if everyone else died up there?” You look back at him and remember that he doesn’t even know you survived, “This black plasma thing helped me.” You look up at the still elevator, “Got that thing to stay up there and to be honest, the black energy didn’t look like something you could conjure up from mixing chemicals.”

He looks around, “Black energy?” He mumbles, “So she must have saved you…” He trails off.

He suddenly stops speaking, and then looks directly at you without moving, “This tiny voice in my suit says I should kiss you.” He points at his head and pulls his mask off up to the nose, “And for once in my damn life, I’m not going to think about the consequences.” He pulls you in to kiss him.

You break apart first, clearing your throat, “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.” You look down.

He chuckles to himself, “It’s alright, even if that was an option. Some crazy girl with powers is in love with me.” He sighs, “You just remind me of someone I really want to protect.” He pulls his mask back on just as the authorities manage to dig all the rubble out of the way, and find you, Spiderman already gone. You follow one of the medics who has placed and orange blanket around your shoulders, where she leads you to the nearby ambulance and properly treats your wounds.

“Y/N!” You hear the panic filled voice feet away before you’re being embraced by your best friend.

You close your eyes and laugh softly, “I can hear your heart MJ, and it’s beating so fast.”

She pulls away, crouching so you’re looking her in the eye, “That’s all thanks to you, you self-righteous, hero driven idiot!” She wipes her tears quickly, “What if you died in there?”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh God, you’re still an idiot.” She sobs.

You look for Spiderman, or Peter, given that he disappeared before the authorities found you and you realize the sun is no longer up which has you looking at your watch, showing you that it was already past six. Upon looking back up, you meet eyes with Peter who’s suddenly appeared, he’s looking at you, but with a face that looks as if he were contemplating something. He pulls his hoodie over his head and sticks his hands in his hoodie pockets and starts to approach you, which Michelle takes as a sign to leave.

He stops in front of you, “So Mr. Goldberg told me you fell down the stairs.”

You sigh and shrug, “I’m more interested in why you’re talking to me, Peter.” You look him squarely in the eye, “Last I remember, you pretty much broke my heart, so don’t take it personally if I tell you that you aren’t allowed to care about me.”

“But I do.” His answer is instant, he paces back and forth a few times before finally stopping, “Look, I’m sorry I told you that we couldn’t be toge-“

You jump up to stand directly in front of him, “Could you please not mention that bullshit again?” You cut him off, “I feel like that’s been ringing in my ears all this time, and I am so tired of it.”

He freezes which you take as an opportunity to continue, “We’re not perfect okay? We’re gonna keep secrets, everybody has them, and honestly whatever you’re keeping from me that has you thinking this way, I don’t care, Peter.” You grab his hands, “I have told myself time and time again that I shouldn’t even like you this much but even when I try, I feel myself loosening my grip. There are so many things I’m unsure of in this world, but I know that feeling this way isn’t one of them. So I don’t care if we can’t be together, Peter. I want to be, and I don’t know what bogus shit you were giving me with having to protect me, but I can put up a damn fight so you don’t have to protect me.” You pull him closer by the collar, “You’re all I want, Peter. No amount of “I can’t’s” can change that, and if you tell me you don’t feel the same then you’re a goddamn liar Peter Parker.” You kiss him, it takes a few seconds but he kisses back.

It’s only cut short by a slow clapping, which turns out the be Michelle, “About. Damn. Time you two.” She gives you a wink before going back to talk with Mr. Goldstein. You wanted to believe this would last, but you knew better, something was going to happen; you could feel it.

This time, Peter kisses you first.

#spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #mcu #spiderman homecoming #spidxysense #I was dying after details from the teaser of infinity war came out #seriously please dont hurt peter #pretty please

[lesbiancouplescounseling]

Most of the lesbian couples that reach out to do couples counseling with me say that one of their biggest relationship issues is COMMUNICATION.

Can you relate?

If so, you’re definitely not alone. It’s supper common for couples (yes, even lesbian couples) to struggle with communication.

THERE ARE A COUPLE OF TYPICAL WAYS THAT THESE PESKY COMMUNICATION PROBLEMS SHOW UP

Do you and your partner go round and round about the same topics and never get anywhere new?

Do you end up frustrated or angry, feeling like she doesn’t listen or really hear what you’re saying?

Afterward, do you ever want to crawl in a hole because you said some mean or hurtful things to the woman you love? Feeling sad that you can’t hit a rewind button and change what you said.

Or would you say more of your issues result from the communication affliction of avoidance?

You know, where you work hard to avoid having difficult discussions, because you don’t want to end up fighting. So you never (or at least rarely) speak your most vulnerable truth.

Whether you’re fighting too often or not speaking up enough, my bet is (like the couples I see in couples therapy) you can improve your communication game. And become a much better team.

7 SIMPLE HABITS THAT WILL IMPROVE YOUR COMMUNICATION INSTANTLY (AND THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH HOW YOU TALK OR LISTEN)

Chances are, most of the things you’ve heard or read about how to improve your communication are technical suggestions on how to speak differently or listen differently.

Well, you’ll be glad to know that I’m not going to bore you with more tips on how to use “I statements” or how to “parrot back” to your partner what you’ve just heard her say.

In my world, those tips are tired. AND ineffective. Especially if you don’t have some of the foundational pieces in place.

It would be like telling you and your partner to choreograph a seamless dance without knowing what music you’ll be dancing to or where you’ll be dancing. Just wouldn’t work well. Right?

7 NON-VERBAL COMMUNICATION MOVES THAT WILL UP YOUR COMMUNICATION GAME:

1. CHECK THE CLOCK

Maybe that sounds silly. But I’m dead serious.

Think about this…

Have you ever tried to start a difficult conversation at about the time your partner is thinking of heading to bed? Or worse yet, right before your dinner guests are due to arrive?

Needless to say, it doesn’t go so well.

So, make sure you’re mindful of what time it is in relation to other important things going on with you and her.

And never start a hard discussion right before bed. Getting enough quality sleep is an important ingredient to happy relationships.

2. SIT EYE-TO-EYE

What the heck does that mean?

I’ll tell you.

When you sit across from your partner, and close enough to see each other’s eyes (that’s what I call eye-to-eye), you set yourselves up for communication success. And you’ll go from disconnected to connected, fast.

It’s like having music for the dance.

One of my mentors, Dr. Stan Tatkin, explains that love is up close and war is at a distance.

When you gaze into one another’s eyes, you and your partner will have a loving and calming effect on each other.

You’ll be much less likely to trigger a threat response. And you’ll be in a position to read each other’s facial expressions. Which will help with understanding.

BTW — that’s different than reading each other’s minds.

3. SMILE

A genuine smile is a universal signal for friendliness.

It’s a quick way to let your beloved know that you’re on her team. That you’re not out to get her. That you actually like her.

I want you to think back to a time when your partner was super uptight at a social gathering because she felt uncomfortable. And you caught her eye and smiled at her. Remember how she instantly relaxed a bit when you smiled at her?

Smiling at her during a tough conversation will help her relax, too.

And when she’s relaxed she’ll probably do that mirroring thing and smile back at you.

Ahhhh!

Then the tension you’re feeling will ease, in turn.

Smiles create beautiful positive feedback loops. So don’t miss out!

Become the smile leader during your next communication bout, and notice what happens.

4. START CALM AND REMAIN CALM

Whether you’re the one bringing up a topic to talk about, or your partner is asking you to hear her out, be sure to start the conversation from a place of calm.

If you’re agitated and can’t get to calm, let her know you want to postpone the talk until you’re unflustered.

I’m telling you, your communicating will suck if you’re not in the calm emotional range. This range of calm, emotional equilibrium has been referred to as The Window of Tolerance.

I encourage you to work on developing the skills to regulate your emotional and physiological reactions so that you can remain in that zen zone throughout your conversation.

An easy self-calming trick you can start with is to take a slow, deep breath in, followed by a longer exhale. And do that 3 or 4 times in a row. Or 10, if you need to.

5. USE SOOTHING TOUCH

A great way to help your partner and yourself to stay in (or quickly return to) the window of tolerance, is by using gentle non-sexual touch.

You can reach out and take her hand, put your knee against hers, touch her arm, or even reach out for a hug.

A soothing touch will communicate friendliness and love. It will calm tension and remind you both that you’re in this together.

We’re on the same team, here. Not enemies.

Soothing touch goes a long way to set you up for a lovely communication dance.

6. BEWARE OF YOUR THREATENING GESTURES

Sitting eye-to-eye is one of the best ways to minimize threatening gestures. That’s because your brain will automatically respond to movements that you catch in your peripheral vision as more threatening.

But you also need to beware (and mindful) and take responsibility for your facial expressions, gestures, body postures, and tone of voice that your partner might interpret as threatening.

If you trip her threat response wire, the calm and effective communication stint will be over.

So, check yourself on threatening gestures such as:

rolling your eyes

raising your voice

crossing your arms

turning away from her when she’s speaking to you

sighing loudly when you don’t like what you’re hearing

clicking your tongue

checking your phone

flipping her off

Just. Don’t.Do..Those.Things. They’re rude and they’re communication wreckers.

7. STAY STEADY

Here’s what I mean by stay steady.

Sometimes it can be terribly challenging to share your vulnerable thoughts,  feelings, wants, desires, and concerns with you partner.

Stay steady.

Just go slow and take your time.

As my teachers, Dr. Ellyn Bader and Dr. Peter Pearson have taught me…

Remind yourself: This is an expression of who I am — It’s about me revealing myself and being willing to express my own thoughts and feelings. This process is about my willingness to take a risk to speak or discover my truth, and about increasing my ability to tolerate the expression of our differences.

Another time you’ll need to stay steady is when your partner is sharing with you something that she feels strongly about. Perhaps something that you disagree with.

It might be something she’s upset about. Or even a problem she’s having with you.

Yowza!

Time to stay steady so you can hear her out. It’s up to you to manage your reactions so that you remain curious without getting upset or defensive.

TRY THESE 7 COMMUNICATION TIPS, TODAY

You can set yourself up to have better communication immediately by incorporating these 7 non-verbal communication habits into your interactions right away.

In my next blog, I’ll be sharing a different set of communication skills that will help you have communication success every time you have a conversation with your babe. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, if your relationship is in trouble, and practicing some new communication skills feels like putting a bandaid on a broken leg, then consider coming to a Lesbian Couples Retreat in Denver. Or if you live in or near Denver, call to set up a free consultation for couples counseling. I promise, Lesbian Couples Therapy can help you get back to being happy and secure for good.

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