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The Things We Never Talk About

Synopsis: A health scare reveals to Peter the things she never talks about, and worse, the things she keeps hidden for fear of speaking them into being.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (she/her pronouns); established relationship, angst, worry, fluff; Basically, if you’d like to suffer and then recover in 9k words, read this.

Warnings/Spoilers: health related concerns (spoiler warning: reproductive health is included), troubled family history, horrible mothers, mental illness, tragedies, mentions of other elements related to these issues. This is quite emotionally demanding, but ends on a positive note. Also, please note that the medical info in this is intentionally manipulated for the story’s convenience. For example, you cannot diagnose certain illnesses with a blood test, but one is used here. There aren’t any bogus claims or anything like that, but medical accuracy is sweked.

Words: 9.3K

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A half hour has passed since she received the call from Dr. Connely, and the same half hour has been spent staring at the wall farthest away from her work desk. No one has called her out for it yet, but then again, the office is mostly empty today. Few people choose to come in when the weather resembles the end times, but she happens to like torrential rain. It's especially nice when you work on the first floor, rather than the 14th, but somehow not even the thundering of rain drops can distract her mind.

She doesn't know what this means, for now or for the future.

She does, however, wish she hadn't gone for that check-up. Yes, she would've been postponing the inevitable and embroiling both her and her partner in something entirely nebulous, but she just wishes she had more time.

Peter.

What kind of world is this, where at once you're the happiest you've ever been, and then a six minute phone call severs the branch from under your feet?

Maybe she should've suspected something, or at least been more cautious, given the state of things. Family history being what it is for her, the likelihood of this outcome was sadly not that low.

And now it proves devastating.

Going home weighs heavy on both heart and mind, and ten blocks away the pitter-patter on the umbrella has become too much, so she puts it away. Not even two blocks later, she's soaked to the bone but successfully distracted, at least temporarily. She knows Peter's arrival isn't that far away, and in a moment of fear, she considers not going inside and just meandering about in the storm.

Only, it's freezing already and she doesn't want to tack a cold on to ovarian cancer.

She drips water all through the lobby and leaves a small puddle in the elevator, but when she reaches the door, her heart drops once more.

She can hear him, on the phone, in the apartment.

Their apartment.

They moved in together almost three years ago, and she remembers what he said at the time: our first home. She knew then that Peter was thinking of their future, and that he was serious. He wasn't just moving in with his college girlfriend, though they were both far beyond undergraduate studies. She knew plenty of people their age who were still living life to the extreme and not planning on settling down any time soon, but she never felt any need to explore that avenue. It was only one of many, and she'd already found her little corner of the world.

Now, something is chipping away at it piece by piece. She's almost in a trance, dripping water at the front door, but it's broken by the key turning in the lock.

A smiling Peter appears a couple of seconds later, though his eyes do widen comically when he sees the state of her.

"Hey! Did you get doused by a bus or something? You're soaking wet!", he says, pulling her inside and helping her out of her coat. She manages to gather her bearings in time, the sight of his face and the sound of his voice enough to shock her into some state of functioning.

"My uh - my umbrella broke, so I had to do without.", she responds, the lie already tasting bitter on her tongue. When was the last time she lied to him? She can't remember.

"Aw, baby. You should've called me, I would've brought you one. God, you're freezing! Let's get you out of these clothes."

He sounds chipper than usual, and she almost doesn't want to know, but she knows it's something. She knows Peter's voice and its various inflections like the back of her hand. She knows when he's happy, and she knows what excitement looks like on him. It's one of these two, quite possibly both. What a thing.

She doesn't want to let it dampen her mood even further, but it's like her mind has switched gears completely. Everything is starting to become a sign, or some kind of joke by fate. How could something happen to make him happy when simultaneously she is falling into despair? Who's making the rules around here?

She realizes she hasn't said anything back when he pauses, hands on her shoulders and expression questioning.

"What's going on? What happened?"

No. No. She isn't doing this, at least not right now. She isn't, so she reverts to a habit she hates admitting wasn't that foreign to her just a few years ago.

She makes up a lie on the spot. She did it earlier, and it was like a crack in the dam relieved some of the pressure.

"They denied my candidacy."

Fuck, how is she even going to explain this later? How did she even stoop so low as to lie about something that monumental, especially when both of them were on the verge of celebration? Especially when she knew Peter got approved for his just yesterday and was over the moon, yet wanted to wait for her news before any kind of revelry?

"What? No - no, how did? Baby, your work is brilliant. I know, I looked at it, I - Dr. Bernoff said it was one of the best he's ever seen. There's no way, there has to be some kind of mistake -"

"Well it isn't.", she snaps, and a gasp follows suit.

She couldn't help it. The mention of a doctor, even if Bernoff isn't that kind of doctor, was enough to trigger the worst in her. At the same time, it might as well be true, what she said. Doctoral candidacy approved or not, she was never going to see it through to the end now.

"I'm - I'm sorry. Pete, I'm so…"

She doesn't get to finish whatever apology she intended, because sobs just manifest from her lips as easily as those lies. Just as easily, she's enveloped in strong arms she thinks of as home more than any actual place, and the evening turns into Peter doing the absolute most to comfort her.

He goes as far as promising to look into some kind of recourse, any sort of legal avenue there might be to get a re-evaluation or see if there was a mistake involved.

All the while, the letter approving her candidacy burns a hole through the inside pocket of the rain-soaked jacket, and shame burns a hole through her.

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A week goes by.

A week filled with terrible impulses and memories surfacing, muddling the atmosphere in their home, which she hasn't left for the past two days. It was the weekend, but they usually do something on the weekend. Peter takes it a little bit easier as Spider-Man, and they have more time to just be with each other.

This time, she infected the entire apartment with so much acrimony that Peter spent both Saturday and Sunday either out with his friends or suiting up. To be fair to him, he did try his best, but it was no match for her worst.

All week, all she did was pull away, both emotionally and physically, and the latter probably hurt him more than the former. Peter is loving in every way one might desire, but his foremost act of affection is touch. Reassurance, comfort, safety, or just plain confirmed presence - he conveys all of them through gestures unique to him.

Any other time, she'd be melting at the sight of him just being himself, but the conversion from normalcy to volatility took very little push. Maybe this isn't how people normally react when getting this type of life-altering news. Maybe the first thing they feel isn't scalding guilt. Maybe, they allow themselves to process the information alongside loved ones, instead of causing them stress by hiding things from them and acting like the world is ending for what appears to be no well-founded reason.

To think, a week ago, she thought she'd have good news. Great news, in fact. She thought maybe that nausea meant something else. She thought the ring on her finger might get another one placed next to it some time next year.

All these plans people have, and they're unaware they could crumble in a second - or, in her case, six minutes or less.

Today marks the one week anniversary of that call, so she's trying to focus on everything else, sometimes all at once. Having requested to work from home for the next few days, citing the flu, she's free to keep occupied even when she should be taking reasonable breaks. It's not like her job is labor intensive - it's her eyes that hurt more than anything else at the end of the day.

It isn't the case right now. She isn't sure where these sensations keep coming from, but all day has been nothing but discomfort. The worst of it is concentrated in her lower back, and she knows from experience that pain from her navel radiates all around her abdomen. The nausea has come back, tacked on to general exhaustion for extra misery points. She knows the doctor told her to come in as soon as any symptoms like this start manifesting, but she isn't ready for that. She doesn't know if she will be for a while.

He also said she should come in anyway, just to discuss the road ahead, but she isn't sure about that either. She can't do it until she's talked to Peter, but she can't talk to Peter today. After what she's put him through all week, she needs to dial it back a little and not drop this on him at a horrible time.

She supposes no time is particularly good for telling your fiancé that eventually, he'll have to find someone else to marry.

No one has made it. No one.

Her grandmother, dead at 64. Her mother, dead at 57. Both her aunts, with hospitals as second homes for years. Both gone.

Gone screaming and blaming.

Her mother wasn't even all there at the end, the dementia having eaten away at the parts of her that sometimes professed love for her family. There wasn't much to devour, but it did all the same. She doesn't really remember her grandmother, or granny, as she was forced to call her. Although she doesn't remember, she has an imagination and her mother's words. There wasn't much to lose, but it too was lost, to a stroke.

Auntie Marcia didn't come to the funeral, but she did show up to the will reading. Most of her inheritance was spent in Austria and Switzerland, searching for a cure for MS, when a very willing doctor took her money in exchange for experimental surgery. She ended up living less than she would have, and with a worse quality of life.

Auntie Crystal took her life at 49, the youngest of them all.

Or she was.

Despite every female figure in her life having been laid to rest, their legacy seems to have been passed forward. They all had horrible fates to deal with, but they enthusiastically imparted every bit of those on their husbands and children.

She is not doing that to Peter. She'd sooner stage a murder or melt into the sun.

But she doesn't know how to talk to him either when pain seems inevitable, so she wonders why it had to be this way. Why can't her body just… not do this to her, so she doesn't have to do this to him?

Why is shielding the man she loves from the thing she fears most not a possibility? How is she supposed to put him through what others very happily put her through?

There's no handling this with care. She knows what he'll say, or she thinks she knows. She knows what he'll want her to do, and she would do it for him at a moment's notice, but is that… is that…

Marriage was supposed to be their life. A family was supposed to be their life. Just a little corner of their own, because they happen to be pretty good at filling whichever empty space with love.

The thought tears open a raw wound, and a shocked breath leaves her. She's managed to think herself into a startled wail that has given way to painful clarity.

Still, she has enough mental fortitude left to quell the sobs and get up to wash her face. It's close to when Peter should get home, and she isn't putting more tension between them. She feels too weak for a peace offering like dinner, even if she could find something to keep down, but she can at least pull herself together.

God, twenty-nine. She won't even see forty.

She won't see Peter at forty, much as she teased him about that single silver hair on the top of his head some time ago. Even if she somehow lives, despite everything in her history that says she won't, what she isn't doing is putting him through this.

She knows what it is to live surrounded by fatal diseases. It's rarely the one thing - rather, the comorbidity rips an individual apart. You become your own worst nightmare.

She can't. He's too precious. She'd give everything to protect him from that.

Rinsing her face once more, she knows the water hasn't done enough to clear the puffiness or the redness of her eyes. He'd see through her in an instant - might even smell her tears, weird as that is. He's had moments like that before, where he sensed her distress despite hours having passed.

She doesn't want to think of what it must've been like for the past week. She's done a pretty good job of not breaking down while at home, but once he left for nightly rounds, tears couldn't not escape.

He might ask, and he might not, but most likely he will, so she might as well try to look a little more alive. Shutting the door to the bathroom, she makes her way into their bedroom, opening the first drawer of the vanity for her makeup bag.

She doesn't sit down in front of the vanity, because she doesn't want another trip to the bathroom or another splash of frigid water to her face.

She manages some improvements like concealer and blush, but it feels like painting over a cracked wall. The makeup feels cakey and unnatural, and in a small fit of anger, she wipes it off, returning her face to what it was before: crestfallen and just slightly dented. It feels like that anyway: like a permanent locking of her facial muscles into the right position for ruining any night.

Putting away the makeup, she's startled by her ringing phone in the living room, and quickly makes her way over, eager for a distraction but hoping it isn't Peter.

She makes it only two steps in before a bout of intense dizziness swirls her world to darkness.

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Peter drags his feet on getting home, and he realizes with a heavy heart that it's the first time in a long, long time that this has happened. He can't remember ever being anything less than excited to see the love of his life at the end of a day, and if he ever was, then he longed for her touch and quiet comfort instead.

Last week he was deprived of both, and this week isn't shaping up to be any better, if the morning was any indication. He left before breakfast, which rarely happens, and when he kissed her cheek she barely mumbled a goodbye in return.

He understands. Or, at least, he tries his best. Since the news about her candidacy rejection arrived, she's retreated into a space he couldn't reach her from all through the weekend. Peter knows what this means to her, because he knows what it means for himself as well. Maybe she'd decide to try again, to go over her work and do more and maybe get approved in another couple of years, but maybe she wouldn't.

He isn't obtuse, or a stranger to her innermost thoughts. He knows what she must be thinking, and he knows she blames herself. They left the wedding for next year specifically because this year was supposed to be the end-all, be-all for their academic journey. The work was done and the papers were in order. All that was left was getting those fancy letters after their name, not that either of them cared too much. Still, he liked their little private joke of who would be more obnoxious about it: her friends or his.

Not that funny anymore, especially since he'd get to go ahead and complete his Ph.D.

He wishes he got rejected too, just to share in the misery, or maybe to not feel this guilty.

Peter is tired after a week of seeing her like this, but to be fair, any amount of sadness is too much for the person he loves. He's felt her devastation ten times over, because he knows there isn't anything he can do but watch and be there for her. She hasn't said anything about any of his proposals to go over the work together and maybe fix something for next year.

And though Peter cares and feels and loves deeply, he is human - at least where it counts - and he has been excluded from, even denied, contact with the one he adores most. It doesn't feel like she's simply sad or disappointed, intense as those emotions may be. It feels like she's pulled away from him and has no plans of reestablishing contact.

He knows it's silly, and that his own emotions are running on fumes right now, so he's prone to misinterpreting things - but there's a hunch, and it sits uncomfortably in the center of his chest every time he looks at her and she avoids his eyes.

He wants to talk, even if she doesn't. He wants to at least make sure they're ok, that this is just the first major setback they've handled together - well, maybe the second. They were, after all, sort of broken up for a week back in college, when instead of telling her his secret, he let her (by accident, of course) find him passed out in his dorm, bloody and beaten and wearing his suit, whatever was left of it.

They've come a long way, through graduation, sharing a workplace for a little while, moving in together and promising to entwine their lives for the rest of time. Yeah, Peter feels a little sentimental after a week without emotional fulfillment.

So he skips home a little faster instead of moving through molasses, thinking he can always try again and hoping she's at least open to receiving affection.

He moves past the entrance and jumps over the handrail of the first floor, and maybe he cheats a little by not walking up all the steps to their apartment. When the door comes into view, he knows instinctively that she's home, which is a little odd given the time, but he's more than fine with it.

He wonders briefly if he should ring the doorbell or use his keys, but he tries for the doorbell first. He waits for the patter of her steps, but it doesn't come right away, so he tries again.

And again, nothing.

Thinking she's in a meeting or maybe just has headphones on, he retrieves his keys and selects the one for the lower lock, but when he goes to turn it, he realizes her own has been left in on the other side. He shakes his head with an amused huff before taking out his phone and calling her. He hears it ring loud and clear inside, but again no movement. The phone rings and rings, but she is in one place, quite close to the front door based on how her heartbeat reaches his ears.

She isn't listening to music in the middle of the hallway, and Peter's hair stands up on his arms.

He wouldn't care for the front door, even if it turned out to be a mistake, but when a shove from his super strength tears it open, he doesn't care about anything anymore.

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She wakes in a room she doesn't need to see clearly to know where it resides, and it churns her stomach before she's even gathered her bearings.

Light or day, she can't make out yet as her eyes continue to adjust, but the grip on her right hand she'd recognize sedated.

Too many hospitals she's been in, but never as a patient and never with him. A deep terror seizes her heart, thinking it a horrendous little glimpse into the future and wanting to disappear on the spot.

Her panic alerts both Peter and the heart monitor, one before the other with a considerable lapse between them. Of course he knows. He always does.

"Shh, I'm here. Right here, sweetheart."

His hand brushes the hair from her face gently, holding her cheek and wiping away a tear that escaped.

He coos and shushes her sweetly, providing much needed relief but also plunging the wound into more salt. Inevitability has arrived, and it has made it so that she has to hurt him in the worst possible way.

She doesn't even remember what exactly happened, only that she wasn't much better before waking up in here, and if she doesn't remember, it means he found her like that. Just inexplicably unconscious.

She knows how Peter worries. She knows just how deeply you must reach into his heart to succeed in hurting him. This is not a surface wound - he's confessed his worst fears once before, voice quiet and trembling, and they are living in them now.

She is making him live them.

"Hey, hey. Baby, you've gotta calm down. You're alright. The doctor's gonna see us in a minute or two, ok? I'll go get 'em."

"No - no, Peter. No, please. Please, just stay here. Please just…"

The words her mother said, ringing out inside her skull, bring the world to a stop.

Do you know what it's like… begging him to stay? Begging him not to leave you?

She gasps for breath and pushes him away, shocking both of them momentarily.

I hope you do. I hope you find out.

Peter brings her into his chest and holds her there until she calms, having not seen her like this in a very long time but unable to forget what to do. She’s been like this only once before in the entire time they've known each other, and he remembers, because she was grieving.

Her mother had just been buried, but she wasn't invited. No, she was expressly left out of the funeral at her mother's request, and Peter also remembers thinking he's grateful he never met the woman.

Something has gotten away from him in this moment; her distress shows that unequivocally. Perhaps something got away from him last week, as he dreads to believe. Whatever it is, the love of his life is trembling in his arms like a leaf in the wind, so his mission right now isn't to investigate.

But it would appear his mission is going to be interrupted no matter its purpose, because a doctor walks in with a look he instantly doesn't like.

She doesn't react.

"Oh… I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Dr. Connely. Um… I wanted to discuss something important with both of you, and I'm afraid it can't wait, even if it seems a bad time.", he says with a firm look, yet his eyes don't hold Peter's gaze like he expects them to.

What is so important that can't wait until his girl isn't turning catatonic in his arms?

"I don't know what you two have gone through already, and you have my sincerest apologies for this. But I want you to know that we have started an investigation into what happened, and there will be consequences for the people involved."

Peter finds himself shaking his head in disbelief at what he's hearing. What on earth is he talking about? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? How is he looking at the state of her and not reacting to help her?

"You're the fiancé, Peter, yes?", the doctor asks.

"Right now I'm Mr. Parker. But yes. Would you mind informing us what's going on?", Peter returns in a rigid tone.

The man clears his throat and looks away again, shifting his position uncomfortably before taking a steadying breath.

"Please don't."

Both men turn their heads to follow the sound of her voice, one surprised and the other wishing he were anywhere else.

"Baby?", Peter asks, trying to see her face but she avoids his gaze as she removes herself from his embrace.

"We haven't - I haven't had a chance to talk about it yet, so I'd like to talk to my fiancé alone. Could you… give us a minute?"

Peter is confused, but hurt isn't lurking far behind in this carousel of emotion.

"That's… I'm afraid that's just the thing, ma'am. There's been a mistake. The diagnosis you were given last week, the - the call I gave you last week - I apologize. I know it doesn't begin to cover it, but there was a mix up at the lab. They attributed your test results to someone else, and only this afternoon did they identify the problem. I tried to call you earlier, but I couldn't get through. I am so terribly sorry."

There's silence, and then there's a sniffle.

And then a louder sniffle, but half-suppressed. She breathes in deeply, wiping away tears and rubbing at her cheeks with more force than necessary. Nonetheless, her features don't light up, but they aren't so solemn anymore. It's the face of someone who's just been through everything only to discover it was for nothing, either good or bad.

"Are you… you're sure?"

She doesn't look directly at the doctor, but that's mostly because she's trying to avoid lifting her head and catching Peter's expression. She needs to gather herself first.

"We're certain. It was a horrible mistake, and you are fully entitled to seek clarification and anything else you might feel you need in order to… to make this right. We apologize."

Her mind is mostly… quiet. She doesn't know what else to say to him, and that's because she wants to say nothing more. If possible, she wants to just stay silent for a while.

But she needs to ask.

"Could you um… tell me why I'm here, then?"

"Sweetheart, you passed out. I found you on the floor, in the living room. Can you please, please tell me what's going on here, because I feel like I'm losing my mind.", Peter says, trying his best to get a hold of himself and not freak out like he wants to. He understands both very little and too much.

To her credit, she does tearfully look at him, a plea in her eyes and brows and entire being that floors him. He knows when she's asking him to hold her without words, and despite his confusion and his hurt, he can't deny her.

"Peter… this is… I know how you - God, baby. I promise, I'll tell you everything. Everything you want, what I should've told you. I just… I need you right now. I need you.", she whispers to him, having forgotten everything about any third person in the room. No one exists but the two of them.

And Peter? Peter has never heard her begging like this, as if for her own life, and it scares him stiff.

Their moment is only broken by Connely, who is clearly not trained to handle this type of atmosphere in a patient's room.

"Your fainting episode was caused by an iron deficiency. Your levels would be normal, but in your current circumstances, you're going to have to take some supplements to keep them within the normal range."

She reacts before Peter, searching for the doctor's expression with her own tired one. Peter doesn't have much of an expression, because he's an inch away from insanity.

"I realize that this is not how you might want to find out normally, but given the extraordinary… events that have led here, and my part in them, I'm compelled to inform you that your test results were identified… ultimately. The blood work confirmed your pregnancy, which we estimate at around five weeks."

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Nothing. Crickets. Awkwardness, perhaps, which Dr. Connely feels too harshly for a few more moments before he turns on his feel and leaves, having already fucked up enough things. The door closes with a quiet click and the room remains quiet for many unbroken minutes.

"This isn't real. I'm a clown, and this is a circus."

She doesn't mean to laugh. She doesn't. She's actually a little horrified that she does, but she also can't stop. It is by no means a natural laugh - no, it feels like her body is trying to force something out without doing too much damage, and the only way it knows how is like this.

Peter doesn't laugh. He frowns at her laughter though, and continues frowning until his forehead is frozen into position. His eyes feel like they're disappearing behind his eyebrows.

He thought maybe he'd breach insanity, but apparently it's her.

His fiancée.

His pregnant fiancée.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, she isn't stopping. She's going to hurt herself.

"Baby - baby stop. You're gonna - just stop, ok, I'm losing my fucking mind here, please?", he tries, and to his great relief, she does come to a stop with some more chuckles.

"I'm sorry, heh… I don't think I wanted to laugh. Just didn't know what to do. Still don't know, actually.", she says, attempting to fix her wrinkled clothes and tangled necklace with trembling hands. Thank god they didn't put her in one of those gowns, because that would be the only way to make this whole situation the perfect shitstorm.

Though, in fixing her clothes, she pauses briefly on her shirt, and it's almost impossible to resist the urge. Her right hand comes to rest over her abdomen, searching unsurely for some moments before settling on the spot most comfortable.

There's nothing to feel yet; of course there isn't. But it doesn't stop the rush of unparalleled emotion from tearing down every defense and every worry.

Through misty eyes, she sees Peter's hand come to rest over hers, and her lids fall shut in a moment of bliss. It's not happiness, not in the conventional sense; but she's never felt relief of this sort traveling from the top of her head to her toes. It's overwhelming in the most innocuous way, like leftover adrenaline after a rush of danger. Her feet are kind of sweating, and the only need she has in this moment is to feel him close.

She leans over to the right to reach her arms around his neck, but he surprises her by moving onto the bed, making her scoot over before pulling her into him more fully.

There they sit, together, for longer than either anticipated needing. They don't speak, because there's no need yet. There's only the security of the other's embrace and small kisses planted on cheeks and temples.

Peter is the one who speaks first, words a whisper of reverence.

"There's a baby in here.", he says, palm spread out over her belly and lips by her ear. He hasn't stopped kissing her hair for the past minute, and she hasn't said anything about it, more than aware of just how disoriented he must be.

Peter never likes flying on high emotion like this, since it always disturbs his control of his senses and induces a whole body ache. She's been there with him for many sessions when he just needed to calm down, and enlisted her help to do so, usually by touch that provides a baseline. He always says it's easier to focus with her there.

"There is.", she whispers back.

She doesn't believe in the saying that words can make something true once spoken, but it's undeniable just how monumental that affirmation is and feels.

There is a baby in there, and she didn't even get to jump for joy or scream or cry, or plan some stupid little surprise for Peter where she watches him work it out. She didn't get to have an evening or two where she's the only one who knows and smiles a million times, thinking of how he'll react when she tells him.

No. Instead, she got this. And he got worse. And there is anger, but also guilt, and a good amount of anxiety for what's next.

None of it is in his eyes, though.

His eyes, when she searches for them, are nothing short of unforgettable for what she finds in them. She's never seen him this way on any of the days and nights they've shared in life, and she can only respond with a desperate kiss that feels neverending.

Only, it does end when the door opens, but the feeling stays there, trapped between them and held in their hearts forever. She doesn't know what it is they've just said to each other, but she knows what it means, and she's free to relax for the first time in a week.

The nurse takes her blood pressure and other vitals while they somewhat defrost, returning to their more normal selves. She's told she can go home, but that until she begins taking the required supplements, she shouldn't overextend herself.

It's Peter who confirms that the recommendation is understood, and she already knows what the next months are going to look like. It brings an amused smile to her lips before the nurse has even left, but she says nothing.

They're told they can fill out the release form at the front desk, and also pick up the iron and vitamin prescription there. She tells Peter he can go get them when she sees him anxious to leave, but he waits until she has her shoes and coat on - which she's amazed he thought to bring - before wrapping an arm around her waist to guide her out of the room.

And down the hallway.

And all the way back home, which they take a cab for at his insistence.

Yes, the next eight months or so will be exactly like this, she thinks as they exit the elevator in silence.

Nothing much has been said, but tension doesn't exist between them; only tender connection necessitating no words. However, she can't resist uttering some words when she sees the door to their apartment.

"Pete? What did -"

"I broke that."

She looks up from his side, seeing the toothy grin only partially as he doesn't meet her gaze.

"You broke that? Peter, we just installed that door a few months ago. You said we needed a new door because you didn't like how flimsy the old one was."

"Yeah, and now we'll get another one."

"The last one was almost a thousand dollars!"

"And it could've been ten thousand. Would've broken it anyway.", he confirms, not seeing her point.

He helps her past the bits of debris from the jamb, even if there's really no danger. He can't help it. Ever since they left the hospital - and honestly, before that really - he's switched modes. His entire body is vibrating with something. He hasn't been farther than a foot away for the past few hours, and he's quite fine with that. Would be hard to be any other way right now.

"Why?"

"Wha - what do you mean, why? Because you were in here unconscious!"

She looks back at him as he tries to prop up the door as well as he can, knowing it isn't fixable with any tools they might have around the house.

"You couldn't come in through the window?"

The question gives him pause, but he refuses to acknowledge that that was even a possibility. Nope, it never was. He knows how she is - if he tells her that he forgot he even could do that for a minute, she'll never let him live it down.

"Baby… did you forget you were Spider-Man?", she coos with a laugh.

"Shh! The neighbors can hear you! We don't have a door!"

She laughs as she heads into the bathroom, Peter calling after her to be careful and to leave the door open.

"D'you need to hear me pee?", she jokes.

"I hear you pee anyway, door or no door!", he calls back, chuckling at her popping her head out to shush him.

"Peter!"

"What? I don't listen, I just hear it - it's involuntary, you know that."

"I don't think I did. And now I do. And I wish I didn't!"

"Sweetheart, we're gonna go through a lot of embarrassing stuff soon, you know that right?"

"No. You mean I'll go through the embarrassing stuff, and you will look on in shock and horror and then wonder how -"

"That is incorrect! This is a team effort!", he interrupts, motioning between them.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd be providing assistance with growing the baby."

He blanks and pouts at her deadpanning.

"Well, no - but I'll be assisting with everything else! Foot rubs, snack runs, doctor appointments -"

There's a clang from the bathroom, and Peter's feet almost move without him. The door is open, and she's cursing and bending over to grab a bottle of mouthwash she dropped into the sink.

"You ok? Dizzy again?", he asks, wanting to move closer but giving her some space. He doesn't need to be suffocating.

She closes her eyes with a sigh, hands on the edge of the sink.

"No… No, just… maybe no more doctor's appointments for a few days, ok?", she asks quietly before looking at him with uncertain eyes.

Peter exhales long and slow, taking in her tired face and dropped shoulders and realizing just how much this week has taken out of her. Or, he would realize, if he knew what actually happened, but he hasn't the faintest idea how to approach the subject. The revelation of her state complicates things, and he's willing to give her whatever she asks in a heartbeat because of how sensitive he's feeling too.

It's as though she can see his hesitation and internal turmoil, because she gives him a small smile.

"Let's eat something and talk… about everything, yeah? I want to tell you, but it's gonna… be hard. I never talked about this with you, but I need you to know it wasn't because I was hiding it. I just thought I was past it, and that it meant nothing anymore."

Peter nods with a tiny smile of his own, going back to fiddle with the door. Nothing he does helps, until he gets the idea to just snap it back into place like Tetris, hoping the frame will at least hold until tomorrow.

To his credit, it does, but the noise it makes when he jams his shoulder into the steel provokes a yelp from the kitchen.

"Jesus, what are you doing to that thing?", she calls out.

"Fixing it!"

Dinner follows almost an hour later, and they realize how little food is left after last week. To Peter, this is unacceptable and must be immediately remedied - and he says so, prompting a full laugh from his partner.

There may be a very protective streak taking hold of him, but as long as she isn't complaining, he's set to go full steam ahead.

They eat mostly in silence, but they do so on the couch, side by side and comfortable with it. When they've finished, he doesn't know who should go first, but she takes the initiative.

Cuddling up next to him and pulling a blanket over their legs, she sighs into his chest before taking his left hand in her right.

"This won't be easy to hear, just so it's out there…", she begins. Peter finds that his chest doesn't tighten up at the warning. In fact, this feels like a conversation they've almost already had in a way, because of how much his mind ran itself into the ground while waiting for her to wake up at the hospital.

The doctor's words arose many suspicions, and he knows she'll quell them now, even if he doesn't know everything.

"I went to get blood work done about ten days ago, because I'd been feeling a little weird. I figured it was… well, what it is now, because you know.. We haven't really been careful, just - at all, lately."

Yeah, he knows. She slaps his chest when she sees the stupid little smirk on his face.

"I'm being vulnerable here.", she asserts.

"Sorry, sorry - go ahead."

She clears her throat once before continuing.

"I got a call last week from the doctor we saw at the hospital, but he didn't say what I thought he'd say. He didn't tell me I was pregnant. He said - he said that I…", she stops, sucking air through her teeth and squeezing his hand.

He doesn't press, but he steadies his own mind.

"He told me I had ovarian cancer."

Peter holds in a breath for longer than necessary, but when he releases it his eyes are no less teary.

"And you - you… pff, uhm…"

He doesn't want to accuse. He doesn't. But he can't see how - how did she not -

"I didn't tell you, and you have to trust me, please, because I couldn't believe it was happening to me. I didn't want to believe it was following me, like it um… like it followed everyone else, I guess.", she says shakily, pulling away an inch in order to look into his eyes.

Followed everyone else? What is she talking about?

"Peter… in my family, every woman I've ever been related to has lived an awful life and died an even worse death. You don't know this, because I never, ever talked about it. I didn't want to. Most of them were dead before we met, and my mother… you know what my mother said. About me, to me… But you don't know what it was like to live with them.", she takes a pause, breathing in and out to calm herself.

Peter watches as if suspended in time.

"My grandmother died when I was little. My mother used to leave me with her for the summer, maybe just to get away from me or maybe because it was nice to get a break from a child she didn't want to have. I didn't like my grandmother, even as a kid. I always got the feeling she looked at me like she wanted me to know she didn’t love me, and that it might make me leave or something. I don't know. But the summer before my sixth birthday, she had a stroke and died on the spot. I called my mom to come pick me up but she didn't answer until the next day, so I slept in the house with her. I think I… I think I tried to put a blanket over her. I didn't know what to do."

She wipes away her freely falling tears before Peter has a chance to, and she pushes on despite the little sobs that escape.

"My aunt, the oldest one, she was estranged from the family but before she really broke away, she told everyone in our neighborhood - and you know, it was a small town where everyone knew each other - um, she spread stories about us. She made up things, she told some truths, but the end was the same. My mother hated her forever for having to leave her house. We only heard from her again when they read my grandmother's will and she told us she had MS. My mother wished her agony, and I suppose she got her wish, because some hack in Europe operated on her and left her paralyzed for three years. Her kids didn't even visit her once before she died, and they buried her in Austria."

She breaks to lean over for the glass of water on the table, but Peter is faster, handing it to her and wiping away her tears with his sleeve when she's done. She tries to smile at him, but can't quite manage it.

With another deep breath, she continues, realizing the dam is just about to spill over.

"Auntie Crystal was the youngest. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia at 47, but she didn't tell anybody. We knew she acted a little strange, but my mother didn't believe in mental illness, so she left her with us whenever she needed, or just - when she felt like it. At 49 she tried to burn down the house with me and my cousins in it, but I think she had a moment of clarity or something, because she brought us out of the house before anything… you know, happened."

"Fuck…", Peter says quietly, unable to help himself.

"Yeah… but then - b-but she… she walked back inside. She walked back inside and never came out. I think she felt guilty for trying to hurt us. My mom didn't believe us when we told her, so I think, for a long time, she just resented everyone involved. I never saw either of my cousins after that."

"Baby, stop. Hey, just - let's just take a break, yeah?", Peter asks, but his tone is rougher than he wants it to be. It's a lot to take in, he's trying not to be overwhelmed, but he's also unable to watch her in so much distress.

She shakes her head however.

"I know this is… I know it's so much information. But I can't ever talk about this again. I want to do it now, and I want to put it away for good. And that's ok if you don't think you can listen, you can tell me. Please."

"Sweetheart, listen to me: it's not too much. It's hard seeing you like this, but if you need to say it, I want you to. That's all I'm here for. I love you."

They steady each other with a lingering kiss as she returns the sentiment, keeping close but discarding the blanket. It's gotten a little bit warm.

"Do you remember when my mother died? That I couldn't go to her funeral because her lawyer told me she didn't want me there?", she asks, and Peter nods. He does remember, most notably because it was the first time he helped her out of a panic attack he didn't see coming. He wasn't as in tune with her back then.

"She had dementia, Peter. She couldn't even remember who I was by the end, even though I was the only one still showing up to see her. She didn't have that put in her will before she died. She must've done it years before, if not earlier. She nev - she never loved me. She never loved me. My mother never loved me."

And so the dam finally breaks, or spills, or ceases to exist at once. Whatever force it exerts as it shakes her body, it's the type of force Peter knows he can't fight with brute strength. All he can do is be the foundation she needs to keep going and purge this from her soul finally.

It's with great exhaustion and reluctance that she separates from him minutes later, but it's just to reach for the blanket again, wrapping it around herself and lying down with her head in his lap. He smiles down at her, watching her with tender eyes.

"Sleepy?", he asks.

She nods with a sniffle.

"Don't pet my hair. I'll pass out, and I have more to say."

He huffs in soft amusement.

"You sure you don't wanna nap first?"

"It's not much more. This part is about us."

"Oh… well, go ahead then."

"A gentleman, I see."

"Isn't that why you love me?"

"This is why I love you. This and a million other things. We'll be here all month if I have to list them all. I might give birth on this couch if I start."

They share a silly chuckle, and it's just what they seem to need before the next part.

"I lied to you. I didn't mean to, but I panicked. I was in shock too, I guess. It's not an excuse, but I'm trying to explain what was happening in my mind at the time. When I came home and told you that my candidacy was rejected, that was maybe an hour or so after I got the call from the doctor."

Peter can't say he's too shocked or surprised, but the confirmation of one potential avenue he'd considered still brings some form of jolt to his brain.

"You didn't get rejected?"

"No. I know it's horrible that I lied like that. I wanted to have more time to process what I just heard, and I don't mean anything by it, but I can't hide anything from you. You read me like - I don't know, something easily read."

Peter barks an unexpected laugh.

"Nice metaphor... miss Ph.D."

"Shush. I have no tangent with artsy fields."

"You painted our bedroom wall with sunflowers last winter."

"And you let me. Case closed."

"I really think you should be nicer to me. I feel very bamboozled right now.", he jokes, but immediately sees it doesn't go down well.

"Pete", she whispers, suddenly sitting up and throwing her arms around his neck, holding on tighter than he thinks she ever has before. He doesn't know what happened.

But she tells him soon enough.

"I don't know how to apologize to you. I don't know what to… say. The things I've been thinking all week, how I treated you - I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry. I didn't tell you all this so you can feel bad for me or understand me better. I told you because me not telling you is the reason I never let it go. All those memories of my mother and what she did to everybody, and what they did to her… I lived surrounded by illness all my life, and I've seen what it does to people. But I've also - seen what they can do with it. My mother drove my father to his breaking point, in part because she wanted to. Because at some point, she wanted everyone to feel how her illness wrecked her. We all shared in that misery for years. I didn't - I didn't want that to be me, and I didn't want that to be you. Least of all you, baby."

Peter's grip gets as tight as he'll allow in lieu of just absorbing her into himself. Both of them are crying freely, muffling sobs and soaking up each other's shoulders with tears.

It turns out, knowing isn't always the end goal. What Peter has wanted to know all week was not a revelation, but a feeling decades in the making. It wasn't hidden from him with ill intent, but born out of a need to protect.

He understands. Oh, does he understand.

He tries communicating it with declarations of love, and they are all received and returned tenfold. He never realized just how much she held locked inside for his sake, and it blindsides the most vulnerable parts of him. He's seeing her with new eyes now, and a subtle shift has taken place in their relationship that is entirely needed.

They'll be going forward stronger now, and more in sync than ever. He senses it in how they move in the days after their conversation.

They seem to be on the same wavelength about everything, sharing thoughts and even, one time, a craving for popcorn. They're functioning seemingly from the same weird plane of existence, as if they've unlocked some new stage in their shared lives.

The first doctor appointment is his suggestion, but only because she lets him go first when they both speak at the same time. She was going to say the same thing, apparently.

She confesses an extreme dislike of hospitals, so Peter finds a smaller clinic with a very well appraised obstetrics specialist, and they learn that they have much to learn. Despite their various accolades, neither of them knows a great deal about babies, except for how they're made.

They get reacquainted with some of the specifics that have brought them here, and Peter finds with great delight that some changes have already taken place. Heightened sensitivity is no longer just his thing, and they both discover one of those embarrassing moments he mentioned weeks ago. Well, embarrassing for her - he's absolutely delighted with just how responsive she is nowadays.

Around four months in, she finds an opportunity to seize some of the joy she feels was unjustly taken from both of them in how they found out the news of her pregnancy.

She debates for a good while if she should do it, but then it's as if fate intervenes - for once, in her favor. It just so happens that Peter's defense of his doctoral thesis is scheduled at the same time as the ultrasound she's been thinking about for days. They're supposed to find out exactly what sort of menace will be born in a few months' time, and they both agreed on wanting to know way back when. They have bets going.

Peter's feeling just a bit more confident than her, having already piled around a hundred bucks or so on his insistence that their firstborn will be a little girl. She's put forward nothing, changing her mind every single day, but she did promise to match him if he wins. Peter has teased her more than once that she just doesn't want to admit he's right.

But when the opportunity presents itself to find out before him, as his presence is unfortunately impeded, she suddenly finds herself extremely sure. Something within her just knows, even if she hasn't arrived at the clinic yet. Whatever it is, it's in agreement with her fiancé.

She isn't even a little surprised when the doctor confirms it, but her mind is running a million miles an hour with stupid little scenarios.

She wants to find the most ridiculous way to tell him, but she doesn't have time. He'll be finishing his defense any minute now, and she knows he'll check in before he can present his final statement. She needs to do something before that.

It's a text. Just a text. Yet she can't stop smiling while typing.

Good luck on your statement. We're rooting for you.

xx Your Girls xx

She's never been this yucky or sickly sweet, but she can't feel anything other than giddiness.

Especially when she sees his reply. His four replies, rather.

You owe me 97 dollars.

I knew it

I'm gonna fuck up my statement. fuck

I'm gonna make love to you all night.

She laughs copiously in the parking lot of the clinic, and when she gets home, she goes about with another surprise, one Peter thoroughly enjoys when he makes it home. He makes good on the promise he texted earlier, and they start another little chapter of their lives together.

It's fairly weird to keep discovering so much about each other; with every milestone, it's as though they see themselves in a new light. This is what it means to build: to make singular experiences into a shared foundation, and to see how everything connects moving forward. It means removing yourself from old structures, so that you may start anew.

Part of us as part of something else is how we live our lives, a give and take of trust and love, to be shared and reinforced with every new experience.

And together, they’ll go forward with renewed love.

-fin-

A/N: I welcome any feedback, whatever form it’s in, and it always warms my heart to hear your thoughts. Thank you for reading. I hope you are all alright.

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter five rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

“Why are you in such a mood?” Ned asked his best friend as they walked to their college campus. Peter had been grumpy all morning and Ned was quick to notice. He usually showed up at Ned’s door exhausted but eager to share the adventures from the night before, but he seemed defeated today.

“I got my ass beat last night.” Peter grumbled as he shouldered his backpack.

“By who?” Ned wondered.

“I don’t even know.” Peter sighed. “I think it was some kind of alien.”

“What’d it look like?” Ned asked. It wasn’t uncommon for Ned to ask a million questions after being told something Spider-Man related. After all, he was the guy in the chair.

“Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” Peter said swallowed and tried to push the previous night from his mind. He’d rather focus on this morning, and the moment he had shared with you. Peter felt such a strong connection to you, and he would’ve stayed on that rooftop all day if he could.

“Describe it to me.” Ned pleaded, tearing Peter from his thoughts.

“I don’t know. It was like eight feet tall, black, and bald. And it was super veiny.” Peter grimaced while Ned’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God. You fought Shaquille O’Neal?” Ned gasped.

“Keep your voice down. I did not fight Shaquille O’Neal.” Peter whispered harshly. Ned always seemed one step away from blowing Peters cover. Peter gave bashful smiles to the passing students who gave him weird looks upon hearing Ned’s words.

“Terry Crews?” Ned continued. Peter rolled his eyes at his best friend and starting walking to class.

“No. This is serious.” Peter said, his voice heavy with annoyance.

“I know it’s serious. You got beat up by The Rock.” Ned remarked. Peter fidgeted with the strings on his backpack, still bothered knowing he was beaten so easily by Venom.

“The Rock is Samoan, not black.” Peter corrected.

“I know. But I heard “bald” and I just automatically envisioned The Rock.” Ned defended.

“There’s another thing. It had this huge, gaping mouth with rows and rows of teeth. I keep thinking about it.” Peter shivered. “It came so close to me. And its tongue was super long. It was like a cracked out frog.”

“So a ninja turtle? You got beat up by a ninja turtle?” Ned gawked.

“It wasn’t a ninja turtle.” Peter snapped. “ It was black, remember?”

“So an emo ninja turtle.” Ned deadpanned.

“It kept saying “we”. “ Peter remembered.

“What do you mean?”

“There was only one of them, but they only referred to themself as “we” as if there were multiple of them.” Peter explained.

“Do you think there could be more? Like an alien army or something?” Ned asked incredulously. Peter hadn’t even thought about that.

“Maybe. I remember something else, it’s name was Venom.” Peter recalled. He distinctly remembered those words coming out of the creatures mouth.

“Venom?” Ned repeated, clearly finding it cool.

“Yeah. And I told it my name. I used my regular voice too.” Peter realized. He usually disguised his voice when speaking, but he had been so scared that he forgot to. It haunted him knowing the creature now knew who he was and he wondered if it knew both of his identities.

“Wow. This is so cool. Not cool for you, because you might die. But this is super cool for me.” Ned smiled as he envisioned what Venom might look like.

“Thanks, ned. Actually, wait.” Peter stopped in his tracks. “One more thing happened.”

“What?” Ned whispered as they approached their class.

“Venom was about to eat me but then it started talking to itself. It sounded maybe like it was having a conversation with someone? I’m not sure, I could only hear one side of it.” Peter explained. “It put me down, well it threw me down, and let me go. But before it left, it said something about a girl. I don’t really remember. I was too focused on catching my breath.”

“Catching your breath? Were you running?”

“No. It choked me.” Peter told him as he lightly touched his neck.

“Kinky.” Ned smirked as he took a seat next to Peter in their class.

“That’s gross.” Peter stifled a laugh. “Did I tell you about this morning with Y/N?”

“No. Tell me.” Ned said. He wasn’t disappointed in the change of topic. He was glad Peter had moved on on from Liz, finally. Peter recounted the discussion he had with you that morning, barely getting through it without blushing and laughing at certain parts.

“I really like her, Ned. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. She’s so amazing. I barely know her, but I can tell already. I want to know everything about her. I want to hear her full story. And most of all, I want to be a part of that story.” Peter declared but frowned suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Ned asked.

“After our talk, we just kinda sat there staring at each other for a while.” Peter began. “She kinda leaned in, and I did too, but then this seagull flew by and scared us half to death. We laughed about it but the moment was gone.”

“So you almost kissed her?” Ned smiled. “Why is that upsetting you?”

“Because what if that was our chance and I blew it?” Peter feared. “What if that seagull was a sign from above that I was in way over my head? Like God was asking me who I was to think I could just kiss the most perfect girl in the world? She’s so cool, Ned. Way too cool for me. She’s already had a boyfriend and I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” Ned assured him.

“Or, the same thing that happened with Liz will happen.” Peter argued. “I won’t tell her how I feel and then she’ll be gone forever.”

“Then don’t let that happen.” Ned reasoned. “Tell Y/N how you feel. Do it tonight, before you go on patrol. And if she doesn’t feel the same, then at least you’ll know. Isn’t it better to know?”

“When did you become such a love expert?” Peter teased as the professor walked into the room.

“Since I started dating Betty. She’s opened my eyes to what love really is.” Ned shrugged. “Tell her tonight. Then tell me how it goes. I’m here for you either way.”

Peter nodded and gave Ned a thankful smile before turning his attention to the professor.

On his walk home from campus, Peter spotted you walking down the sideways. Ned’s words of encouragement rang in his ears and he made a brash decision.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Peter called after you, making you turn around.

“Hey Parker. How was kindergarten?” You teased him.

“Alright alright. Majoring in chemical engineering is hardly kindergarten. And I’m only one year younger than you.” Peter reminded you. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack on me, grandma.”

“Watch it, sonny.” You kept with the joke. “I’ll hit you with my purse and then say something mildly racist.”

“Just like my grandma.” Peter laughed in amusement. “We’re gross. And not funny.”

“We really are.” You scrunched your nose. “Couple of gross ass orphans.”

Peter laughed again, feeling comfortable enough with you to joke about a tragic situation.

“Look, Y/N, I really enjoyed our talk this morning. I really enjoyed all our talks so far actually. I guess I just like talking to you. ” Peter began. He looked nervous all the sudden, like he lost his stamina. You raised your eyebrows hopefully, as there were only so many ways this conversation could go.

“I like talking to you too, Peter.” You said honestly, hoping he’d continue. Hoping he’d ask that question. Your answer seemed to give Peter the confidence he needed to go on.

“Really? Um, that’s great cause I really like talking to you too. I already said that. Oh god. I’m crashing. I-“ he began to flail and you calmed him down by taking a few steps closer. You were almost touching at that point. He stopped talking immediately and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Is there someone you wanted to ask me, Peter?” You asked slowly as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

Damn. He was tall too.

“Yes, actually. I, um, will you…would you maybe want to-“

“Hiya kids!” A gravely voice came from the front stairs of your apartment, completely cutting Peter off. Peter looked up and angrily rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look now. It’s Henry.” Peter grumbled. Henry was the creepy neighbor with the foot fetish.

“Oh Dear God.” Peter said in a low voice.

“What?” You panicked when you saw Peters expression change.

“You’re wearing flip flops.” He pointed at your black painted toes and you felt the color drain from your face.

“Run!” He whispered harshly. You bolted into your apartment and Peter ran into his. Once inside, Peter blew out an angry breath. He had been interrupted twice in one day when trying to talk to you, and he worried that it was a sign.

Back at the apartment, you sat on your bed with headphones in. You were prepping for your interview with Cletus Kasady by writing down some questions you wanted to ask him. It was hard figuring out what to ask a serial killer. You looked at your notepad and sighed. All you had written down was “but why tho?” in sloppy handwriting. You tore out the page, crumbled it up, and threw it at the trash can. When you went to write something else down, you noticed the paper ball still stuck to your hand. You shook your hand but it still wouldn’t come off.

“What the hell?” You grumbled as you shook your hand.

“Oh. This might be our fault.” Venom said suddenly.

“What might be your fault?” You asked as you continued to shake the paper off your hand, but to no avail.

“We sort of went inside Spider-Man when we were talking to him yesterday.” Venom said timidly and the paper ball dropped from your hand.

“What?” You demanded and Venom went silent.

“Come out here.” You said, like an owner to a dog.

“We’d rather stay inside.” Venom said softly.

“Get out here now. You need to explain yourself young lady.” You said sternly. Venom slowly manifested and looked at you with sad eyes.

“I’m 600 million years old, by the way.” Venom added. “You can’t call me young lady.”

“What do you mean you went inside Spider-Man?” You ignored her comment.

“When we were choking him we put one of our tendrils inside him and swirled around.” Venom explained. “He didn’t even feel it. We did though. He’s very squishy on the inside.”

“You…what?” You didn’t even know where to start. “How does that explain the paper sticking to me?”

“We think we absorbed his powers.” Venom said. “We used to watch videos of him on YouTube after you went to bed. He can stick to walls and stuff. We think that’s why the paper ball stuck to you.”

“Since when can we absorb powers?” You wondered as you looked at your hands.

“We never had a host before. We don’t really know how it works.” Venom reminded you. “But back on Klyntar, our home planet, the Grandmaster used to tell us we could absorb the powers of superhuman beings. Judging by your newfound stickiness, we think it worked.”

“What else can Spider-Man do?” You asked. “Since you’re such a big fan.”

“He can shoot webs out of his wrists. And he can return lost dogs.” Venom answered, sounding a little annoyed.

“Do you have something against Spider-Man?” You chuckled a little at her tone.

“We hate what he did last night. He thought we were the bad guy, and he let the real bad guy get away. He judged us before he had the full story. We’re not a bad guy.” Venom defended. You were surprised to hear how passionate she was about this and gave her a soft smile.

“Let’s not worry about Spider-Man right now. I want to test out our new abilities. Let’s rock and roll, baby.” You cheered, complete with rock and roll hands. The second you touched your middle finger and ring finger to your palm, a black, web-like tendril shot out from your wrist and stuck to the ceiling. You stared at the web with a gaping mouth, weakly shaking your wrist to see if it would stay attached.

It did.

“Maybe that’s one of our new abilities.” Venom said. You looked back and forth between her and the gooey web coming out of your wrist.

“Oh my God! What’s happening?” You screamed. You took your fingers off your palm and the web retracted back into your wrist. Looking at your wrist incredulously, you made the rock and roll hand again and the same web shot out from your wrist. This time, it grabbed the ceiling fan.

“V-Venom?” You asked. You didn’t know what to say.

“Try to aim it at something.” She suggested. You aimed your wrist and the lamp across the room and touched your fingers to your palm. The black web shot across the room and grabbed onto the lamp. You quickly yanked your arm back to pull the lamp towards yourself. The lamp flew across the room, smashed you in the face, and left you with a bloody nose.

“Ow.” You cried, gingerly touching your nose.

“We see this as a absolutely win.” Venom cheered. You shot her a look and went to get cleaned up.

After about a week of practice, and very little work on your questions for Cletus, you had a better handle on your webbing ability. Of course, the week also consisted of long talks with Peter on the roof, late patrols of New York, the occasional run in with a criminal, late night FaceTime calls with Peter, and beating the shit out of Spider-Man, twice. Venom eventually grew bored of using the new powers around the house, so it was time for the final test.

You stood at the rooftop ledge and looked down, talking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“It’s a long way down.” You commented.

“Yep.” Venom replied in your head.

“We could die.” You added.

“Yep.”

“Ready?”

“We’re ready.” Venom grinned as you transformed. You stepped off the ledge and fell freely for a while, screaming the whole way down.

“Stop being a little bitch! Shoot a web!” Venom yelled. You aimed a web at a building and began to swing. You were too close to the ground and ended up knocking over a bunch of tables at an outdoor restaurant. People ran away in fear while others took out their cameras and recorded.

“We’re not here to hurt you! Peace and love!” Venom shouted as you continued to swing through the steers of New York. People began to cheer upon hearing your words.

“Do you hear that, Y/N? People are cheering. They love us.” Venom said happily.

“I love us too.” You replied. You were even happier than she was. You knew how much it hurt Venom to be seen as a monster, it was why she hated being called a parasite. You also knew it was why she hated Spider-Man. He was praised for stopping bad guys while Venom was seen as one of the bad guys he needed to stop.

“Hey, what is that thing?” A man called from the street. Venom stopped swinging and landed on the street. You proudly turned to the crowd of people, a massive grin on your face. There it was, our favorite question.

“We…are Venom.” Venom growled. People took pictures and videos of you from a distance.

“You can come closer. We won’t hurt you.” Venom assured the crowd.

“Are you like the anti Spider-Man?” Someone asked.

“Spider-Man is a joke. He can’t protect this city like we can. We are no Spider-Man. We are Venom.” Venom roared. A few people took a step back and you began to feel uneasy.

“Hey, King Kong. I want a word with you.” A sassy voice quipped from the crowd. A man in yellow sunglasses and a suit stepped forward, and you bet your ass you recognized him.

“My name is Tony Stark. Heard of me? Of course you have. Would you mind coming back to my tower with me?” He asked, but it felt more like a demand. The people in the crowd slowly dispersed and soon, you stood there alone with Tony.

“Be nice. Say yes.” You told Venom.

“Who is this guy?” She asked out loud.

“I just said my name.” Tony said, slightly annoyed.

“He’s a really famous inventor. I’ll explain later. Just follow him please.” You begged. Venom gave Tony a once over and followed him to a limo.

“Yea, you’re gonna ride up top big guy.” Tony said, patting the roof of the car.

“Girl.” Venom growled. Tony looked surprised.

“My apologies ma’am.” He raised surprised eyebrows. You rode on top of his car all the way to his tower, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

The inside of his tower was huge. Tony lead you to a lab that was bigger than yours and Peters apartments combined.

“I’ve seen videos of you on YouTube. Seems like you and Spider-Man aren’t the best of friends.” Tony remarked as he pulled out an iPad.

“We will crush his bones and snort them like cocaine.” Venom growled. Tony was just as surprised to hear that as you were.

“Now that’s a visual.” Tony smirked. “I’ll have you know, Spider-Man is a friend of mine. He’s not your biggest fan either but from what I’ve seen, you’ve done this city some good since you’ve been here. How long has that been?”

“Two weeks.” Venom answered.

“I thought so. I’d never seen you before then. And since your arrival, petty crime has dropped significantly in Queens. Criminals are too scared of getting eaten to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love Spider-Man and I’ll kill you if you tell him that, but no one fears him. He gets the job done, but there’s always another job to do. With you, on the other hand, your mere presence is preventing crime before it even happens.” Tony smiled to himself, like he was just given a new toy. “You’re scary, is what I’m trying to say. But you’re a good guy. It’s rare. I want it to stay that way. I want you on my team.”

“Team?”

“We’re called the Avengers. We had a bit of a falling out but the name still stands.” Tony waved his hand. “We fight bad guys together. Really, really bad guys. I think you could us some good. Plus, you’ll be taken care of for life and we’ll only call you in for serious threats. But I need a few things from you first.”

“Like what?”

“Your story.” He pointed a finger at you. “How does a giant, anthropomorphic alien wind up in New York City?”

“It’s a long story.” Venom answered.

“We can trust this man, Venom.” You told her telepathically. “I’m gonna come out okay?” Venom hesitated and Tony looked impatient to know more.

“Are you sure?” She asked you. Tony looked confused.

“Am I sure?” He pointed to himself.

“Not you.” She said. Tony looked around for who else Venom could be talking to and found no one.

“I’m sure.” You decided. “This guy is one of the good guys. We can trust him. I promise. I’m coming out.”

You slowly transformed back into yourself in front of Tonys wide eyes. Venom stayed in her snake-like form and rested on your neck.

“Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Y/N L/N.” You shyly introduced yourself. “This is Venom. We want to help.”

Tony’s face shifted from shocked to impressed as he looked you over.

“I gotta say, I did not except someone like you to be inside that scary monster.” Tony chuckled.

“We’re not a monster, Mr. Stark. We want to help people.” You reminded him.

“I can see that.” Tony nodded. “That’s why I’ve been developing you a suit.”

“When did you do that?” You wondered. “We just met.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been designing it while you talked. I want you to have it incase you and Venom get separated. That way, you’ll be protected until you’re back together.” Tony explained as he showed you his ipad. Sure enough, it had a drawing of a suit on it.

“I’ll get started right away. I just need a little piece of Venom. If I make the suit using her skin, you’ll have the total protection you need.” You looked at Venom for consent, who nodded and extended a tendril towards Tony. He quickly snipped a piece off and put it in a container.

“When will the suit be ready? A few months?” You asked as Tony tapped the container. Tony stopped looking at the container and laughed.

“Y/N, I’m a genius inventor. Go get lunch. It’ll be ready when you’re done.” He said.

And he wasn’t kidding. An hour and a half later, Tony presented you with a suit. You ran my fingers over it slowly, not wanted to disturb a single thing. You looked at it in awe, completely speechless at what he had created.

“Go on, try it on.” He shrugged casually. You grinned from ear to ear before rushing to the bathroom to put it on. You came out soon enough with tears in you eyes.

“You like it?” Tony asked. You looked at your covered hands in amazement. The suit was jet black, like Venom was, and hugged your body like a second skin. There was a big white spider symbol on the front, the complete opposite of Spider-Mans small black one. You figured it was a nod to being called the anti Spider-Man and it was perfect.

“Well?” Tony was still waiting for an answer. You looked up at him just as a few tears fell down you cheeks.

“We didn’t celebrate my birthday growing up because it was the anniversary of my moms death. I used to be so upset every year.” You blurted. Tony looked like he didn’t know what to say and you couldn’t blame him. That was something deeply personal and you had only just met him.

“What I’m trying to say is, I get it now.” You explained. “All those missed birthdays were for a reason. I didn’t get gifts those days because I’m getting the ultimate gift right now. This is the most amazing thing I could’ve asked for. I cannot thank you enough Mr. Stark. I’ll never take it off.”

“You can’t take it off anyway.” Tony told you. “When you don’t want to wear it, it absorbs back into your skin like Venom does. And it’s equipped with Venoms essential abilities. It’s bullet proof, knife proof, taser proof, spork proof and so on. And you can still shoot your webby things. You just won’t have super strength, super speed, or that Venus flytrap mouth of yours.”

You tested it out and shot a web towards his desk. You grabbed a pen and caught it with ease, then looked at Tony for approval.

“That’s the best I could do. It’s no Iron Man suit but it’ll suffice.” Tony said casually. You couldn’t take it anymore and rushed towards him to hug him tightly.

“Thank you.” You said into his chest. Tony patted your back awkwardly and you let go.

“It’s nothing. You can thank me by not eating Spider-Man. I know he’s annoying but he doesn’t mean any harm. Now go forth and do good.” Tony requested.

You swung back to the apartment and landed on the roof. You turned back into yourself and made your way down the steps to your floor. After this mornings conversation with Peter and the incredible suit from Mr. Stark, you were having a great day. For the first time in years, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

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hiddleloki · 3 years

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*insert Mushu “I live” gif*

Ok, so I finally watched Loki and I loved it. Loki and Quicksilver are my fav characters and I was really, really mad at Marvel for what they did to my boy Quickie, but I’m still holding out hope that they somehow fix that at some point. I mean, hello, variants? That thing officially exists now.

Luckily Loki seems to be more favored by Feige/Marvel and seems like we’re gonna see lots more of him. Season 2 and possibly even MoM. Season 2 is old news as there were already reports of it actually happening last year, and this year in January Deadline confirmed S2 of Loki with Michael Waldron returning. But I was holding out hope for Loki making an appearance in MoM (I want to see Strange interact with Loki again) and it seems like there’s a good chance of this actually happening.

Anyway, some thoughts about the show:

- I loved the show’s cinematography. It didn’t feel like a tv show at all

- Soundtrack is just *chefs kiss*

- TVA Loki my beloved. I honestly think TVA Loki might be my favorite version of Tom’s Loki so far. This show finally gave us the opportunity to really delve deeper into Loki, who he is as a person, how does he form relationships with people outside his family. It was just so fun to see different sides of him, like making a friend, falling in love? I never thought I’d ever see that. Especially not after IW

- Really liked his reaction to watching his ‘greatest hits’ and realizing his family actually loved him. Loki was always kind of a softie who genuinely cared about his family and seeing his parents’ (and his own) deaths was so emotional

- Infinity Stones being used as paperweights for the TVA will never not be funny. It broke my mind and sent me into existential crisis just as it did with Loki.

- Loki needs to give Casey a fish at some point. Or take him to an aquarium.

- Mobius needs his jet ski in season 2. I also want to know more about Mobius and his backstory. What was his Nexus event, does he have a family, what is his real name?

- I really liked his friendship with Loki and the fact that he’s canonically Loki’s first real friend. Loki needed a friend (the W3 and Sif were never really his friends, Loki just tagged along I guess) and I’m happy he finally has one

- I need to find out more about B-15, who she was, her real name...Wunmi absolutely killed it during “I looked happy.” scene. God, that bit broke me

- Ravonna was sus to me from the start and she’s also one of the characters I want them to explore more. Especially now since Kang and his variants are also involved.

- Sylvie is probably my favorite new character introduced. I knew Sophia’s gonna play Sylvie and she’s gonna have a large role, but damn I didn’t expect to love this character as much as I do. There’s so much more left of her to be explored and I think her arc in season 2 will be amazing

- I saw that Loki/Sylvie romance coming the moment Lamentis episode ended. There were so many hints in that episode, I’m actually surprised so many people viewed them as having a sibling type of dynamic.

- I know that their love story is not a typical straightforward romance, but also serves as a metaphor for self love, but I found the idea of Loki falling in love with someone who is an au version of him, but also isn’t him both interesting and hilarious. Also, it was adorable especially that blanket scene in the void. There’s just something adorable about Loki being a complete softie for someone else. You know what, I’m rooting for them. I hope they get their happy ending, they deserve it.

- Literally every character in this show deserves their happy ending. Like, just the idea of the variants not knowing who they are, being brainwashed and forced to work for this organisation...*happy endings for everyone please*

- Majors’ variant of Kang, aka He Who Remains was everything and is right behind Sylvie as my new favorite character. The guy absolutely killed it and I need more of him and his (many) characters/variants right now. Plus I would’t mind if we see this particular version of He Who Remains again.

- The way they made Loki come out as bi was also so well done and I’m so happy they acknowledged that. Disney is notoriously bad with LGBT+ representation so the fact that the creators of the show managed to put that in was everything. I heard the director was fighting real hard for that to be made canon and I appreciate her effort.

- We were shown more of Loki’s abilities. It was about damn time.

- Alligator Loki is the baby Yoda of the marvel verse. I loved the theory that there’s an universe in which Alligator Loki was adopted by Crocodile Odin.

- Classic Loki.....Richard E Grant stole that episode. God, I wouldn’t mind an episode that focuses strictly on Classic Loki, he was just such a great character and he broke my heart

- I wonder if Kid Loki will travel to the main timeline and join the Young Avengers at some point

- THROG

- I really liked how they established that variants are basically their own people. Their own beings, they each have their own backstories, autonomy, clear differences that make them THEM. They aren’t copies, they’re individuals. And that they aren’t genetically related, but that they share the same soul and role in their universes (basically temporal aura) because that will also clear up some confusion with upcoming multiverse movies, for example Spiderman

- I suppose Loki confirms that all Peter Parkers in NWH are basically variants of Peter Parker, but just like Lokis, they aren’t the same, which explains why they all look different and why they also have different aunts and families. It’s not DNA that makes someone a variant of a certain being, it’s a soul. A role.

- I really hope that that one rumour of various Stephens in MoM actually turns out to be true.

- Strange is gonna kill Loki and Sylvie

- Which brings me to the last take:

- Ralph is totally Peter. I am clowning yes, but lemme have this.

Overall, I really liked the show. I loved it in fact. It was really character driven and didn’t focus much on action, which is a plus for me, because I rather watch characters talk and interact with each other than action sequences.

The bad thing is that now I’l have to wait at least 2 years to see what happens next. And I’m curious if there’ll be a bit of a time jump between both seasons.

#loki #loki series #loki show #tom hiddleston #sylvie #sophia di martino #mobius #owen wilson #ravonna #gugu mbatha raw #jonathan majors #kang #sylki #ralph bohner #quicksilver

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s0apysm1les · 3 years

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Okay, so how would yandere Peter Parker react to the reader having to go to some other country like maybe London or somewhere else for 2 weeks for a special conference thing regarding environment related stuff? I hope it wasn't too complicated TvT

Content: Female!Reader, obsessive thoughts, yandere actions, abuse of authority, obsessive actions

ppft what? What do you mean YOU have to go to an international conference? It's b o t h of you attending, of course! Well, Spiderman might have to do some 'convincing' for someone to put his name on the all-access attending list, but you can be sure that your ol' pal Peter is just happening to be going to the same place. And Heck, maybe to doubly impress you, Spiderman might make a special appearance in advocation for energy conservation or littering or whatever the lecture is about.

It won't take Peter long to throw together a half-assed explanation or speech for his reasoning being there. And well! Since you both are here and you know eachother, wouldn't it save money and transportation costs to room and travel together? He can pay for half of the room, so you're saving money! It's just... so scary to be so far away from home and he knows how stressful it can be and being with a familiar face might help you feel better if you get homesick.

After the first week of staying and rooming together - if he can convince you - something might happen the one moment he steps away. He says that he's just going to get a drink while there is a lull in the lecture and you remain seated for a minute but when the lecture breaks for 30 minutes you too decide to use the restroom. A big burly man grabs you as you're returning to your seat. He's grabbing onto you really tight and he's dragging you into a small hallway.

You're crying and sobbing, trying to pull his hand off of you with no luck. You are sobbing so hard it's hard to call for help, but someone must have heard you because you hear running steps on the linoleum floor. You turn to look and see your unsportsmanly, kind and weak friend Peter running down to hallway.

He's sprinting like a track star and he pulls back a fist. You're so relieved that you don't think to question how such a small guy like him had sent the guy flying like he did. At the sight of your severely bruised arm he goes for kicking the downed guy, but you're so scared you just want to get away from the knocked out beast of a man. You end up begging Peter, 'please, let's just go' 'I just wanna go home Peter, please' 'Don't leave me alone!' You beg, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull him away from the guy, scared he'll get up again. You're so cute...

Peter will just barely let you pull him back, after delivering one final ferocious kick to the guy's sternum, feeling it crack from the force. He didn't want the guy to bruise you like that. He told him to not hurt you! He didn't even want this filth to TOUCH you!

That bastard deserves this AND MORE for leaving a disgusting mark on your skin. And he will. But for now, let Peter console you, do you want to go home? Just back to the hotel room? Okay, let Peter take you~ He'll put together a comfortable pizza and movies night for you back at the hotel room, and if you just so happen to fall asleep on his shoulder so be it.

But with how much he hates the idea of having to move from your adorable and warm embrace, he has a meeting with a certain filth who's going to face punishment. And if the next day does happen to be your last day there - deciding to go home early - you won't hear about a brutal maiming down a back alley until one of your friends will show you the news article days later. But if you decide to stay, you never encounter the crime scene because Peter will redirect you elsewhere. You stick much closer to him throughout the rest of the Seminar and even for a while after you get home.

Wasn't it good that you had Peter there for you?

Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't been with you~

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years

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WandaNat x Reader : Safe

Summary: What is it that they say about a woman in uniform?

Warning: Violence

Word Count: 2,481

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“Lieutenant Colonel Y/ln.”

Hearing your name, you stand up straight, the brown paper grocery bag in your hand clutched a little tighter as you do an about-face.

The mystery man himself, Nick Fury, steps from the shadows of your apartment buildings hallway. Right off you can tell he wants something from you, if not for him just showing up, it’s written in the smirk on his lips.

“It’s been a while Lieutenant Colonel.”

Steam billows from the mug as it fills with coffee, and after dropping a spoonful of sugar in it, you carry the mug over to Fury. Then move to lean against the wall opposite his spot on the couch.

“I don’t think I’m the fit for your special team Nicholas.”

After you had invited the man in, he’d informed you that he wants you to join the Avengers. His reasons somewhere along the lines of you having special skills and being able to relate to a number of the people on the team.

You’d given it a little thought as you fixed him some coffee.

Having just left active duty, you assumed you would have some down time until your next deployment. Not that you were going to be “relaxing” anyway, but still.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He sips from the mug and sets it on the table,“ you are more than fit. And I’m certain you’d appreciate the distraction.”

You lift your head, taking in his words. They hold deeper meaning and you know what he knows. He knows you go to group therapy with other Marine Corps members, both active and retired. He knows you struggle with dealing with what you’d seen out there.

“I have an obligation to serve my country Nicholas. That would come before your special team.” You inform him while also avoiding that topic.

He nods,“ an obligation you won’t have to neglect. The second you’re assigned for deployment you can go, until then, you’re an Avenger.”

Just like that, one meeting with the man, and you were walking up the graveled path to the Avengers compound. Fury waiting for you beside the door.

The man smiles at you,“ everyone’s inside waiting to meet you. Follow me.”

Walking into the usual meeting room, Natasha pulls a chair out for her girlfriend. Wanda smiling up at her softly.

The woman takes a seat as well, looking to Steve,“ what’re we meeting for again?”

Steve shrugs,“ Fury didn’t go into detail.”

Everyone in the room waits patiently for the arrival of Fury, filling the time with light chatter until the door is pulled open and the man walks in.

Eyes widen at the form that enters behind him.

Natasha’s gaze subconsciously wanders down the uniformed woman. She takes in the way the pristine navy blue and red striped pants fit her legs and the form fitting coat adorned with medals.

Trailing up her body only to be a little shocked when she meets the woman’s striking e/c eyes.

The two hold eye contact until Fury speaks.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Colonel Y/n Y/ln. Lieutenant these are the Avengers.” Fury gestures from the uniformed woman to the group surrounding the table.

All eyes follow you as you go around formally introducing yourself. Starting by shaking Steve Rogers hand as well as Bucky’s. Then saluting Rhodey and mentioning that it’s an honor to meet him.

When you reach her girlfriend, Natasha notices the seemingly nervous pause Wanda has, before rising and shaking your hand. She holds it a little longer, held titling to the side and Natasha knows her girlfriend is reading you.

Based off your expression, you know as well. And you let it happen. She let’s go before it becomes obvious to everyone else and with a nod you move to Natasha.

Up close the woman can’t help but appreciate how good the uniform looks on you. How the coat fits but still leaves much to imagine.

“Natasha.” She introduces personally, shaking your hand.

Again you nod,“ it’s a pleasure.”

From there you shake Tony’s hand and Peter’s, who does so over excitedly. You then reassume your spot beside Fury.

“Lieutenant Y/ln will be joining your ranks until her next deployment. Simply lending a helping hand on missions.” Fury explains your presence.

Hands linked behind your back, you look at them all, adding,“ but only when need be. I’m not here to take anyone’s position, nor will I be overstepping.”

Wanda’s little smile at your words isn’t missed by Natasha and she makes a mental note to ask about it later.

“In that case, let me give you the grand tour.” Tony cuts through the silence, walking over to you.

“Lead the way.” You gesture for him to walk first and follow after.

Fury leaves shortly after. In the silence, everyone non-verbally agrees to make you feel welcome unless you prove you should be treated otherwise.

And it’s a decision that everyone is glad they make. Especially Natasha and Wanda.

There had been an instant physical attraction toward you from the moment you walked in. That attraction grew the more they saw you and learned about you.

In the beginning the physical part led it. They would see you in the gym at the early hours in the morning, adorned in your uniform camouflage pants and a perfectly fit green t-shirt. Or in that same outfit as you ran with Steve around the compound.

It was clear that the team was growing fonder of you by the day.

Rhodey had begun speaking with you about your served time and his only to find other common interests with you along the way. Both Steve and Bucky found your loyalty and dedication inspiration and took to that.

Tony had grown closer to you over a conversation about his company’s departure from weapons manufacturing. You’d simply found it admirable and later became interested in what he was currently doing.

Obviously, impressionable Peter Parker was taken with everything you did. He worked out with you, asked about your service, and took a genuine interest in what you do daily in and out of the Marines.

But Wanda and Natasha.

The two women learned about you at a slower rate than the rest of the team. For a number of reasons.

Wanda didn’t want to learn about you. Having had been so physically attracted to you the second she saw you, she made it a point to avoid you. She loves Natasha and didn’t want her seeming crush on you to get in the way of that.

Natasha mainly wasn’t sure if she should trust you. You’d come off to her as too perfect.

Personally, you thought the women didn’t take a liking to you. Which kind of sucked. Not only had they seemed like great women based off what you saw from their interactions with the team, but they were incredibly beautiful.

You knew they were together but that didn’t stop you from doing your best to be friendly toward them: speaking in passing or starting conversation when together. In the end you assumed they just didn’t want anything to do with you.

That all changed in the span of two nights.

Both being particularly hard nights for you. Where your PTSD had become too much.

The first night, due to nightmares, you found yourself awake in the common room with a glass of straight vodka. And Natasha had found you. The far off look in your eyes was one she was familiar with and the pure human side of her carried her to you.

She’d simply sat with you. Her surprise set in when she felt your head resting on her shoulder. A conversation had barely begun between you two, one simply about nature as you both looked out the window, and you’d fallen asleep.

The second night you spent in another country.

Both yourself and Natasha, as well as Wanda, were sent on a mission in Egypt. You all settled in, ate, and went over the mission before heading to bed.

Wanda couldn’t bring herself to sleep though. Since you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

Your thoughts were loud and she wasn’t trying to listen but she couldn’t ignore it. You’d sounded so scared and anxious. Both emotions she never would’ve associated with your strong and confident persona.

So there was no way she would leave you in that state by yourself. After knocking on your door, she’d offered to make you tea and the two of you sat together. When Wanda noticed that your thoughts hadn’t changed. She used your powers to calm your mind.

As you fell asleep that night, head resting on her shoulder like you had Natasha the night before, you had no idea how hard your actions had made her fall for you.

People had always been scared of her powers and you just trusted her to use them to help you. Not a single hesitation in your eyes.

What they didn’t know was how safe they’d made you feel in such a short time.

On your own, there was no way to get the nightmares to stop. You had always just distracted yourself when woken up by them. You’d read, watch nature, workout, and occasionally drink. But going back to sleep wasn’t a thing.

The fact that their presences were so comforting spoke to you.

It all came to a head the next day on the mission.

First having seen how good you looked in your desert camouflage uniform made their hearts flutter, something Natasha would only admit to Wanda. And then on the mission.

Your group had been clearing the enemies base and were under heavy fire when you saw Wanda using her powers. It was clear the young woman was concentrated and so she hadn’t seen the people aiming their guns at her.

Natasha had watched in slow motion as you ran to protect her girlfriend. Effectively taking a bullet for her as you ducked for cover and then throwing back a grenade they had thrown in the first place.

Shielding Wanda’s body from the blast sent you both crashing into the wall behind you. But you took the brunt force of it and had fallen unconscious.

Both women were beyond worried for you but had to focus on clearing the building. The second they did, they gave you their undivided attention.

Working together, they got you back to the safe house and set out to clean your wounds.

“Wan, remove her jacket and shirt I need to get a better look at the entry point.” Natasha instructed before going to grab a first aid kit.

It was a bit of a struggle to shred your unconscious body of your uniform but the second she did she froze.

Taking in the sight of your mostly bare torso. On both you sides sat tattoos. Tribal tattoos. Your sports bra covered the top of the tattoos that seem to start under your breasts, and stretch down below the hem of your pants.

“Staring isn’t po-” Natasha’s teasing falls short as she sees the cause of her girlfriend’s staring.

But she manages to pull herself together faster than the younger woman. Telling her to stare later because they have to help you.

After having successfully cleaned your wound, Natasha removed the bullet and thanked whatever higher power that no internal damage seemed to be done, and stitched you up.

The two showered and sat in the living room. It was clear they had a lot on their minds.

“I have feelings for her.”

Natasha almost misses the whispered words from her girlfriend. Almost.

Sighing, she leans back into the couch.“ Me too.”

Wanda scoots closer and snuggles into Natasha’s side,“ so what do we do?”

“Tell her.”

“Is that-”

“Tell me what?” Your groggy, slightly pained voice meets their ears and they look behind them to see you walking from your room, hand clutching your side.

You hadn’t put a shirt back on which served as a momentary distraction.

Smirking, you ease into the arm chair beside the couch,“ staring is rude.” You joke, effectively pulling them from their daze.

They see the question still in your eyes and look to each other. Should they tell you? How would you react?

“If you aren’t comfortable telling me it’s fine.” You assure, laying back with a a groan.

Wanda takes a deep breath and sits up,“ Y/n, Natasha and I know that this isn’t the most normal situation. And we know that things could always come up, especially with the chance of you being deployed-”

Natasha, seeing the confusion in your eyes, stops Wanda with a hand to her thigh,“ we have developed feelings for you.”

“We?” You’re quick to ask.

Both women couldn’t be saying they like you? Both?

They nod.

You hum,“ what does that mean? How would it even-” you cut yourself off.

It’s silent as you all think. One solution seeming to circle all of your minds. It’s not unheard of, just unorthodox.

“You become our partner.” Natasha finally speaks, looking at Wanda then you.

A hand raises to run through your disheveled hair,“ you mean, the three of us in a relationship.”

The smallest of smiles tugs at Wanda’s lips at the idea. Is it scary? Yes because nothing is written in stone and as she said anything could come up. But she’d still like to see where this goes.

You’re special and neither of them could deny that.

A number of thoughts run through the women’s minds when you stand and move to sit on the coffee table in front of them.

They watch cautiously as you hold your hands towards them and just as cautiously, they accept them. Instant warmth. Instant safety. All in a single touch.

“We all know this could end badly, correct?” You ask, knowing full well that it would most likely end badly for you before them.

Scooting to the edge of the couch, Wanda’s thumb strokes the back of your hand.“ We know.” She nods, confirming it with Natasha through a look.

“But we want to try.” Natasha adds, scooting closer as well.

A moment of nervous hesitation sets in. And shockingly to everyone, Wanda breaks it by moving forward to kiss you.

It’s simple, her lips pressing to yours as her free hand cups your cheek. But it’s still an incredible feeling. One you hadn’t felt in seemingly forever and one she finds similar to her first kiss with Natasha.

Said woman joking about missing all the fun and then kissing you as well.

From there, the three of you spend an extended amount of time(after reporting back to the team) talking about what this relationship truly means. New fears linger, as to be expected, but it’s nothing compared to the anticipation and genuine trust you all have in this.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat #wandanat x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #asks #request #reader insert

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blissfulbqrnes · 3 years

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carol danvers

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tony stark

sam wilson

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retro-memo · 3 years

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Webbed Up

Hey guys, with the angsty one-shot I pulled yesterday I thought I'd go for something more light-hearted.

Now, this isn't at all related to the previous one-shot and it is 100% crack. It's just humor and something I whipped out in my notes in five minutes.

So, don't expect it to be great. Like put your bar very low here.

~~~

Ever since the whole Vulture fiasco and after the kid turned him down for a spot on the Avengers, or what was left of them, Tony had made an effort to include Peter more, not just shouldering him off to Happy like he used to.

It first started with having the kid over at the Compound every couple of weeks but Tony eventually found he enjoyed having Peter's bubbly personality around. A monthly thing soon turned into having the kid over weekly.

It reminded him of when Bruce was still around, when he still had a lab partner and when the team was still whole.

Granted, the kid was much more like a ball of endless energy compared to Bruce but Tony found it refreshing.

However, this was supposed to be a peaceful lab session with the kid. On paper at least, nothing could've gone wrong.

Of course, something had to go wrong and it had to be the kid's web fluid. Tony knew there was a reason he didn't like using paper anymore…

"Kid, remind me to never allow you near Dum-E and U again." Tony groaned, hitting the back of his head against the wall behind him where he was suspended up by the kid's webs.

Peter, who was lucky enough to narrowly escape from being webbed up like him, face so red from the embarrassment it could've put Thor's cap to shame and had the audacity to look like the most innocent being on planet earth. "I'm so sorry, it's just that I didn't know that the web fluid would explode like that!"

His bots certainly didn't help either. Both were hiding behind Peter the best they could, peeking their heads out from behind the kid. It was quite a picture with the three trouble-makers looking like they'd been caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

“Don’t you have some kind of liquid to get me out of it? Like the one you used when you webbed my hand to your room’s doorknob?" Tony grumbled under his breath as he tried tugging fruitlessly at the webs that kept him suspended, trying to ignore his growing headache.

It grew when he saw the kid wince and Peter scruffed at the floor with one of his tennis shoes. He sighed, already dreading the answer. “What now?”

“I-uh, sorta left it at the apartment?” Peter shrugged unhelpfully, his mouth puckering to the side and Tony groaned, regretting all his life decisions at that moment. This was karma. He was certain of it. Howard was laughing at him from beyond the grave.

“Great, how long until this stuff dissolves?” Now the kid really looked guilty and mumbled something barely audible.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Tony leaned forward as best as he could, which wasn’t much considering he one with the wall at this point. All he got was some more mumbling and he scowled. “I don’t have enhanced hearing like you do, Underoos. Speak up a little.”

"Three hours."

"Three?!" Tony stared at Peter, gaping at him. "You mean I'm gonna be stuck to the wall like a beached starfish for three hours!?"

“Sorry, sir.” Peter ducked his head and seemed to be getting redder—wait, was that little shit smiling?

Tony took a deep, calming breath before dropping his chin against his chest, feeling thoroughly exhausted and utterly done.

Mentor a teenage superhero, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Right.

When he got out of this webbing he was going to build a giant bubble just to stick Peter in it. He'd have May to back him up on it too.

"Mr. Stark?" The kid's meek voice dragged Tony away from the plans he had to build a Peter Parker/disaster-proof sphere and he looked up to see the teen grinning. Smug almost.

Tony's eyes narrowed. "What's up, kid? Did you figure out a way to free me?"

"Mr. Stark it's not that." Tony quirked an eyebrow. "Then what is it?"

"It's getting late and May wants me home soon…" The kid trailed off and scooped his bag up from the floor, slinging it into his shoulder.

It quickly clicked into place for Tony, and he stared in mute horror at what the kid was implying. "So what, you're just going to leave me hanging for three hours here alone?!"

The billionaire jerked furiously against the webs restraining him, even if he knew that it was useless. He could only watch as the kid started jogging for the lab doors, fucking giggling because of the position he left him in.

"You're not alone! Dum-E and U are here for you!" Peter called back and sprinting towards the elevator, barely turning his head as he waved a dismissive hand in the air.

"Parker, get back here!"

"Bye, Mr. Stark! See you tomorrow!"

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... I said it was a crack fic... (Or in this case, probably crap is a better word for it.)

#Crackfic #Humor #irondad #spider son #Fluff #Sorta?#Does this count as fluff #I dunno #I'm new to this shit #peter parker #tony stark

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starktonyx · 5 years

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Daisies (Peter Parker x reader)

Word count: 3.2k

Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with the last words they ever hear from their soulmate written on their arm.

Warnings: Angst, graphic character death.

Masterlist

“What is up with Mr. Harrington wanting to know everyone’s words” MJ huffed as she placed her lunch tray on the table, where Ned, Peter, Liz and you sat.

“I mean what can we say, he’s a hopeless romantic” Ned joked and dramatically waved his hands in the air, to which everyone laughed. Well, everyone except for you.

Mr. Harrington had showed in class a documentary about soulmates. He then spent the rest of the class asking about people’s opinions on the subject and wanting to know what words were written on their arms. You were quiet the whole time, as you didn’t wish to participate on the debate. To you it was a private matter and you liked to keep it that way.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in soulmates, in fact, you loved the idea of having someone to share unconditional love and loyalty. But the rest about it? It was just cruel. The words in people’s arms were cursed, evil. They ruined people’s lives, some of them spend their whole lives being afraid, others got married and after years find out their spouse is not the one, and for the most unfortunate ones, they never even get to be together before the other one dies and they have to live knowing that. Many people liked to share their words with the world, while others kept them to themselves, the latest being your choice.

Because your words? God, you always avoided thinking about them as if that would make them disappear.

“Please don’t leave me”

Those four words might seem dumb for someone else, but to you, they held so much emotion and meaning. ‘Please’, it was the love of your life pleading, begging for you.

You knew your passing would be painful for your soulmate and you dreaded that moment with your heart. The doubt was always there, would it be too soon in the relationship and you die out of nowhere? Or maybe just maybe you both grow old together and you die next to your husband who wasn’t ready to let you go after so many years?

You prayed it was the latest. At least you would’ve gotten a life together.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when MJ not so gently smacked your arm, and suddenly all eyes were on you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You apologized and pretended to be interested in whatever they were saying.

“I said the words in our arms are stupid, I don’t believe in that stuff. Ned is not sure on what he thinks about it and Peter and Liz keep saying soulmates are real” MJ quickly explained and you prepared yourself to the interrogation that was about to come your way.

“And we want to know what you think about it so we can settle this down” Liz questioned as everyone looked at you expectantly once again.

“I- I have a class right now, I have to go” You excused yourself and walked as fast as you could to get out of the cafeteria, leaving your friends confused, and a certain spider boy worried.

You didn’t want your friends laughing at you just because the words in your arm affected you in such a different way than it did to them.

“Doesn’t she realize we are in lunch break or what” Ned frowned and Mj just chuckled.

“She’s been acting really weird the whole day” Liz confirmed and Peter decided it was best to see if you were alright.

He found you – kind of hiding – in the library, anxiously tapping your foot as you had your mind on everything but the book on your hands.

“Hey” he whispered sitting in front of you, the tapping of your foot stopped only for a second as you flashed him a little smile. “I just wanted to check if you were alright, I’m sorry if they were too pushy about the subject”

He innocently apologized in the name of his friends, his wide concerned eyes always focused on your reaction.

Now how do we get started on Peter Parker? A literal angel on earth. Always apologizing for anything and everything, always caring and worried, but also always so god damn oblivious. Well, maybe he was just too focused on his crush on Liz that he never noticed how in your eyes he was all you ever saw. Especially with you two being secret avengers you thought you would have a higher chance but he was so blind, or just not interested.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry” you apologized once more for your distraction and heavily sighed. “I just- I don’t really like to talk about the whole soulmate stuff, it’s just something I like to keep for myself” You confessed and you thought the boy would laugh at you, but he only listened carefully and nodded.

“That’s okay you know, not all of us react to it the same way” He sympathized shrugging his shoulders.

“I guess I’m just afraid of not having enough time with my soulmate you know Mr. Harrington just showed us in the video the brighter side of it” You added, leaving the book on the table and hiding your face in in hands. “And I shouldn’t be worrying about it, I’m in high school for God’s sake, people here date for fun”

“Hey hey don’t worry, you don’t have to be like them” Peter said as he took your hands and softly put them away from your face, your eyes connecting once again. “I’m afraid too, all the time” he confessed focusing on drawing little circles on your hands. “And because of our jobs as avengers, or whatever Mr. Stark wants to call us, there’s no way of knowing what will happen, so I just have to keep going not matter what. And I keep telling myself everything will be alright, so I’m saying it to you as well. It will be alright, okay? and please, never feel bad for worrying about something more than others, because your heart might be different from theirs and there’s nothing wrong with that” he finished and you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face.

As you stared at his eyes you thought, how could a human being be so pure? Or maybe it was just your teenager hormones reacting to the cute boy. Either way, whoever was destined to be with him was so lucky to have someone so sweet understanding.

“Thank you Pete, I really needed that” you admitted as you came out of your trance and apparently he did too, letting go of your hands.

The conversation between you both left Peter a little curious, were the words on your arm that bad that you felt so scared about them? Although he wasn’t so different, he had his own struggle with the subject. His words were, well, kind of weird yet mysterious.

‘Daisies, I like daisies’

He always wondered what situation would put his soulmate and him where he would have to hear those words. Would Peter ask them what their favorite flower is and then a piano would fall on their head? Or would he meet them at a flower shop and then their heart would suddenly stop? The teenager’s imagination went wild when it came to the whole soulmate thing.

So, he never asked a girl about her favorite flowers, more so, he never even mentioned anything related to plants for that matter. Ever. Because one thing was clear, Peter Parker didn’t hate daisies, he dreaded them.

Any time he saw the familiar flower he just ran the opposite direction. Flower shops? oh don’t worry, Peter was always miles away from them. So he did understand your struggle, as everyone had their own battle with the inked words.

The day had gone by rather quickly and you both were already flying a jet to a mission, were Captain Rogers had surprisingly let you both participate. It was just Tony, Natasha, Peter and you. Apparently an easy mission. You stared at Peter who excitedly spoke to Tony about his suit. You remembered your little talk in the library and couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks thinking about how he had held your hands.

“Staring is rude you know” Natasha nudged your arm as she laughed at you, and you shushed her before clapping back.

“For someone who is so young you sound like a grandma you know” you retorted pretending to be mad but a smile threatened to come out.

“Well, then let me tell you some of my grandma wisdom” She sat straighter in her seat. “The kid won’t know you like him if you don’t tell him, you know” She announced, making you roll your eyes.

“Wow suddenly I can’t hear” You joked and she had a smirk lingering her lips.

“Well, who’s the grandma know” She claimed and you finally let out a laugh.

Oh how you wish you were back at the jet laughing with Nat, instead of caught in a damn ambush in the middle of a hydra base. The plan had gone smoothly for about 10 minutes, before the agents multiplied and suddenly you were all surrounded in your positions. You were caught in an open field, throwing punches and kicks – after you ran out of bullets– putting up a pretty good fight but the agents kept coming and coming, as soon as you got rid of one group another one came, and you felt like there was no escape. For someone like Tony it would’ve been easier to fight multiple people because of his suit, and even for Nat because of her skills. Of course you were highly trained but you still had a lot to learn before you got to the widow’s level.

You guessed that’s why the avengers didn’t take the teenagers to missions more often.

“I cleared my building, how are you guys doing” You heard Natasha panting at the comm.

“I’ve almost cleared mine, I’ll get the intel after that” Tony’s suit was heard in a building close to you but you kept focused on fighting, your muscles already starting to ache. You finally gave the final punch to the last man from the third group of agents that had attacked you. His body fell unconscious on the snowy ground.

“Uhm I- I could use a little help” You admitted as you saw another group of about 9 agents getting closer to you. You noticed how they were about to shoot but before you could shield yourself a red and blue armor stood right front of you, shielding you from the bullets.

“Alright guys I’m afraid the party is over” Peter announced as he ran towards them and activated the suit’s spider legs, he started fighting the group and in a matter of seconds they were all laying on the ground.

“Show off” You whispered rolling your eyes, but if you were being honest you felt relieved, you had asked for the help after all. “Thank you” you tiredly smiled at him, you felt out of breath from the fight.

“Anytime darlin’, you did a pretty good job yourself” He admitted looking at the about 20 men laying on the floor behind you.

“Yeah well I-“

Everything happened so quickly, one minute you were standing before Peter and now you were laying on the cold snow with his arms holding you, struggling to breathe as your whole body felt like it was hit by a truck.

Peter hadn’t seen the sniper watching you from a distance, and it was too late when he did because the agent had already used all the bullets he had on you.

And there was way too much blood.

“Pete- Peter” You managed to get out as your vision threatened to get blurry, but you could still see Peter’s tear stained face.

“O-oh my god Y/N” He blurted out as he looked for a way to stop the bleeding, but it was pretty much impossible. Everything was so red he didn’t even know where it was coming from. “Don’t talk, you’ll be alright okay”

You felt how Tony landed right by your side, his mask disappearing showing you his shocked features as he kneeled right beside you. Nat arrived seconds before, imitating his actions. And their faces told you everything.

“It’s that bad huh” You chuckled, frowning immediately as you coughed blood, tasting the metallic flavor in your mouth.

“No no no, you’ll be just fine. M-Mr Stark is here okay? He’ll do something” Peter assured you, the tears never stopped adorning his face. “Right Mr. Stark?”

Tony had said “no” millions of times to the teenager before, but how could he do that now? Peter was exasperated, his hands were shaking and he was sure he would pass out at any given moment.

“Why do you keep looking at me? Do something!” Peter yelled at him but the mentor didn’t take it personal.

Tony Stark didn’t have the heart to tell Peter Parker that the girl in front of them wouldn’t make it further than a couple minutes. So he just lowered his eyes and focused on you instead, a young girl who didn’t deserve what was happening right now.

“You did well kid, we’re so proud of you” He lovingly said grabbing your left hand. “I’m so sorry” he apologized as he felt guilty for bringing you to the mission, but it was too late for regrets, and now he was just left to cry because he couldn’t stop the inevitable.

“We love you so much” Nat continued choking a sob, caressing your hair. “You are a wonderful girl”

Peter looked between the adults expressing their goodbyes, but he refused to believe it was over. You watched from your position how he denied with his head and looked somewhere else. The pain was slowly getting away and you knew what that meant.

You were not ready to go. Who would be at 16 years old?

“P- Peter, please look at me” You called him and his puffy eyes met yours. He noticed you were crying too. You took a deep breath, the normal task quickly becoming harder. “I’m scared Pete, I’m so scared” You confessed and his eyes softened.

“It’s o-okay, I’m also afraid remember. All the damn time” The boy cursed, feeling helpless. “It’ll be alright Y/N, just– just think about pretty things darling” He comforted you one more time and took your free hand in his. He tried to smile for you but the tears never stopped coming.

So you did too. You smiled thinking about him, his curly hair softly framing his forehead, his pretty pink lips talking about something nerdy, his lovely puppy eyes shining when he talked about being spiderman. But of course you wouldn’t admit the ‘pretty thing’ was him, so you went for your favorite flowers instead.

“Daisies, I like daisies” you blurted out, thinking about laying down next to him in a camp full of the beautiful flowers, instead of the cold stained snow below you.

Those words were all it took to for Peter to lose it. When he heard the words coming out from your lips, his whole world stopped. His breath was caught up in his throat and suddenly he was the one having trouble breathing.

“It’s you” He whispered as he came to the realization of the love of his life dying right in his arms. “No no no! this is not real” the kid started panicking even more than he was before and the adults looked at him, worried at his sudden outburst.

“Pete-“ Tony called out to him but Peter kept his focus on you.

“You can’t do this you can’t say you like daisies” he desperately argued and you frowned, you didn’t understand what was happening and you certainly didn’t have time for that. “You can’t go, you can’t–” he struggled to speak as he was choking on his own sobs “you can’t go when it’s been you the whole time I-“

The kid stopped for a moment, looking up at the sky, praying that whatever was going on at he moment was just a bad joke, a bad dream, not real life. He returned his eyes to yours once again, and the words that left his mouth hurt you more than the wounds from your body.

“Please don’t leave me”

No. There was no way. You finally understood his breakdown, but now it was too late. You felt so many emotions at once that you started coughing again tasting more blood in your mouth and your heart couldn’t keep beating anymore. You knew it was over, and you couldn’t do anything else but sadly smile as the last breath took place, your last memory being getting to know who was your soulmate, even if it was cruel and evil, it was what it was.

Life had given you everything, except for one thing. A chance with the love of your life.

“NO NO NO” he bawled and threw himself over your body, crying on your chest not caring about all the blood that was there. “You can’t go, don’t go please I- I can’t I won’t – please don’t”

Tony’s and Nat’s hearts were broken, seeing you go and the other kid bawling on your body was a view none of them ever thought they would have to go through.

“Pete-“Tony’s voice cracked as he put his arms on Peter’s shoulders, trying to move him but he quickly pushed him away.

“NO YOU DONT GET IT” Peter barked as he held your body tight. “She – she said she liked daisies and that – that’s ridiculous you know” The kid suddenly started letting out nervous laughs and the adults couldn’t be more confused about his behavior. “It’s ridiculous because my soulmate likes daisies and I– I never thought” his laughs stopped and tears started falling again “I never thought it would be her, and just today we – we talked about this. So it’s ridiculous. It’s so god damn ridiculous it can’t be real, this is not real” The kid started sobbing again on your chest.

“Kid- “

“It’s okay Tony, let him” Nat interrupted him as the realization hit her like a truck.

Peter and Y/N were soulmates. They were soulmates who would never be together.

So she let Peter cry all he wanted, his grip always firm on your lifeless body. They sat there, mourning for hours, until the sun was coming down and they quite literally had to rip the kid away from your body to take you back to the compound. To take you home. Tony didn’t know what hurt the most, having to tell the avengers they had lost their youngest member in what Cap had called ��an easy mission’ or seeing Peter still holding your hand on the jet. At least he appeared to have ran out of tears.

Peter felt like he would pass out from feeling so many things. How could he be so stupid? So blind? He had been drooling over Liz for so long when the love of his life was right in front of him. You were in front on him. And now you will never be. The rest of the jet ride he never let go of your hand, and he wished he could hold it forever.

One thing was more than clear now. Peter no longer ran away from daisies, instead, every time he saw one a nostalgic smile adorned his face and was reminded of the amazing person you were, with a heart as beautiful as the flower.

Peter Parker no longer dreaded daisies, he cherished them, as he should have done it with you.

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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hi!! may i get a marvel matchup with two characters possibly and a headcanon of how our relationships would be and how they show their care for me?

i am biromantic, 16, and my pronouns are she/her, i am also plus size, brown hair and eyes. i am average height (also i would prefer to be paired with the younger people of the mcu)

personality: introverted, people pleaser, blunt and honest, standoffish around people i don’t know well, sarcastic but humorous, nerdy, heart of gold, caring, attentive

about me: i come off as really defensive and even mean in some ways to people i don’t know well (and regret it immediately after), i am a loner in a lot of ways, i deeply care for my friends and make their happiness my main priority, i have special interests (hp, marvel, film/shows, celebrities) because i cannot enjoy things like a normal person, i am a cancer sun, i enjoy making spotify playlists that remind me of certain people/things in life, i use daydreaming as escapism 😭, i can read people easily, i love making the people i care about laugh, when i build up enough courage i fight for what’s right, daddy issues… (not in the way everyone romanticizes but just straight up)

likes: pop/indie music, winter, twitter, the beach, nighttime, cool color palettes, cold rainy weather, cheesy romcoms and action movies, vintage aesthetics

dislikes: crowds, loud noise, close-minded people, people who don’t listen or value others

love language: words of affirmation and acts of service

want i want in a partner/ideal relationship: someone who is humorous whether that be in a fun and dorky way or mysterious and sarcastic, someone who can understand me as i am always optimistic towards my friends but it is usually a facade. someone who respects my ace identity with no questions asked, they have to kind of balance me out in a way and perhaps be more optimistic than i am. and someone who is very attentive to me and values my well-being as i value theirs

thank u so much for taking time out of your day to make these,, it means a lot <33

Hello dear 💖 happy new year can you beileve it 2021 is now the past and 2022 is the time to focus on ourselves and be safe~.

I ship you with:

Peter parker a.k.a spiderman🕸️

And

Loki🐍

- so this will be interesting you have a god of mischief and a hero going after you. It will result in many fights with alot of comfort later.

- so you met them when you were a agent at Sheild you often trained with captain America. He was like a brother to you and Natasha was like a sister to you.

- Loki would kidnap you and take you to his lair often wanting to propose on giving you his army. If you give up sheilds intel and marry him. You decline opting you would need to know the person first.

- Peter on the other hand is more of someone that would take the time to make it all about you. He would be sure to treat you like a friend and build up the connection.

- Loki is rather intelligent so he would often bring you books and try to read with you.

- Peter on the hand likes to read but comics so hope you don't mind that.

- so for Peter's headcanon: your relationship would be full of laughs and fun. You often relate to him because he is a geek. You weren't interested at first in fact you found him irritating but the longer you spent with him you found out he is super sweet.

He would often bring you pizza and a movie to sleep with you when he's not working. Sometimes even touch you by holding your hand. He may ask at first due to his respect for you.

- Loki's headcanon: he would of course kidnap you. He would respect you but more as a queen you would have your own army and he would protect you. He was rather witty and interested in your personality.

He would comfort you by reading next to you or whispering things of comfort. He would show illusions just to keep you entertained.

- the love triangle is one of your choice of who you feel the most connected to.

- if you chose Peter you would marry by the helecarrier. Your child would have your hair and his eyes. They would be the next Spiderman.

- if you chose Loki you would Wed in his dimension. Your child would have his hair and your eyes. They would become a demigod of mischief.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta💫

#marvel matchup #marvel matchups open

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fluffy-lee · 4 years

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Summer's All in Bloom

Part 4 of the series "Vacation."

This is a TICKLE fic. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Angst, teenage party with alcohol, PDA, and sexy dancing.

Summary: This summer, Y/n has started to feel the urge for more independence, but navigating the trials of growing up can be confusing. That doesn't stop her from having fun, especially with a certain web-slinger.

“Y/n… Y/n, wake up!” whispered your dad, Bucky, as he shook you awake.

Your eyes opened and you looked up into his blue ones.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You’ll see. Just get up and get ready. Meet me on the back porch in ten.” He said and left the room.

You sighed and rolled out of bed. Normally, you’d turn over and go back to sleep this early, but you were too curious as to what he was up to.

You got ready for the day, and went downstairs and out to the back porch where Bucky was waiting, drinking his coffee.

“Look who finally made it!” Bucky teased.

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Come on, you’re gonna love this.” He said, taking your hand.

You walked down the trail together toward the lake, and he led you over to a little canoe. You smiled excitedly and looked up at him.

“Haha come on, get in!” Bucky laughed.

You got in, and Bucky pushed it into the water and got in himself. You rowed all the way out to the middle of the lake. It was the first time you both had gotten to do something like this, just the two of you. You both really loved making up for lost time.

“Here I got it, you can just relax.” Bucky said, suggesting you let him do the rowing.

“Is it because I keep leading us in the wrong direction by accident?” You asked with a grin.

“Whaaat? Nooo. You’re doing great, sweetie!” He replied sarcastically. You both laughed.

The two of you spent quite a while out on the lake and you loved it. It was so quiet and peaceful. The wildlife was celebrating the morning. You saw all different kinds of birds, and even a few really cool hawks. You also saw a few deer along the shore run into the woods. Your favorite animals you saw, however, was a group of otters playing together. They were so close, you could hear them. You had such a great time, it was so worth getting up early for.

“We have to do this more while we are here.” You told your dad.

“Okay, I’d love that.” He said with a sweet smile.

Bucky rowed back to shore after being out on the water for nearly an hour, which didn’t feel long enough, and the two of you made your way up the trail back to the cabin. Steve smiled to himself as he watched the two of you together from the kitchen window.

When you got back inside, a few more people had woken and were enjoying coffee. Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Steve were spread out around the kitchen. You began telling them all what you had seen and how much fun you had. You all had been at the cabin for a few days now, spending every day you’d been there at the lake and swimming, so when Tony told you today would be different, you were really excited.

Peter came into the kitchen looking all tired, but he still had a smile on his face. He sat next to you, and laid his head down on the table.

“Good mornin’ guys.” He said groggily.

“Y/n, Pete, what do you want for breakfast?” Tony asked.

“I’m just gonna make cereal.” You said.

“Me too.” Peter mumbled.

“I’ll make you a bowl, sleepy head.” You said, ruffling Peter’s hair.

“Thaaank you!” Peter replied, waking up a bit more.

You went to the cabinet for the cereal, only to find it up pretty high, so you stood on your tip toes and began to reach as high as you could, when suddenly, you felt a very tickly poke to your side. You squeaked and shot your arms down.

“Tonyyyy!” You whined.

He just raised an eyebrow and smiled. You began to reach again when you felt a squeeze to your other side.

“Nahahahat! Noooo!” You said with the biggest smile on your face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” She said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes and waited until no one was around to quickly reach up again, when suddenly, you were snatched up into someone’s arms and being viciously tickled all over your tummy.

“Dahahaddy! Stahahaaap!” You shrieked as Bucky tickled you.

“Awww why? I just wanna tickle my little Y/n!” He teased and you immediately turned red.

It tickled so much you couldn’t speak, just laugh and bat at his hands. Bucky stopped and reached up to grab your “Cap’n Ameri-Crunch,” handed it to you, and set you down. You walked toward the fridge for some milk as you blushed. You looked over at Peter to see he had been giggling at the scene.

“What’s so funny, Spidey?” Tony asked.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he tensed.

Tony began massaging his shoulders and neck in a purposefully ticklish way. “Do you need some morning tickles too?”

“N-Nohoho. I’m good! I’m gohohooood!” Peter cracked up as he squeezed his shoulders towards his neck where Tony was now straight up tickling him.

“Are you sure?” Tony teased some more.

“YES! Yeheheheesss! I got plenty the other nihihihght!” Peter cackled.

You smiled to yourself as you poured the milk into the bowls, remembering the events of two nights ago.

Flashback to Two Nights Prior

Everyone was chilling in the living room after a long day at the lake, talking and having a good time. It was one of the most relaxing parts of the day, after dinner, before bed. There were candles lit around the cabin and you could hear the crickets outside. Summer nights would always hold a special place in your heart.

You sat next to Peter as he scrolled through Instagram, watching funny videos, reading conspiracy theories, etc., but he also spent quite a lot of time checking the news on things happening in Queens and the rest of NYC while he has been gone.

You were both lost in his phone, and honestly not paying attention to what the adults were talking about. Being the same age, you and Peter were spending the most time together on this vacation, and sometimes you talked about how it would be fun to have other people your age to hangout with and relate to, but you were still having fun nonetheless.

Tony noticed how much Peter had been on his phone, and he really felt that it would be better for the kid to not be on it so much, worrying about the news in Queens, and to just get the most out of the vacation as possible. Peter needed it, and that was a big reason he and Pepper decided to take this vacation.

“Pete, I really think you need to, you know, take a break from the phone. Be present.” Tony said for the hundredth time on the trip.

“It’s fine, Mr. Stark! I got it under control. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m relaxed!”

Tony sucked in his cheek as Peter looked back at his phone, scrolling.

You curled up to Peter and whispered to him. “I think he may be right, Peter.”

“It’s okay. I’m good, Y/n.” Peter attempted to reassure you with a smile. You didn’t really believe him.

Peter, in his own thoughts, knew Tony was right. He couldn’t stop worrying about Queens and he hadn’t been away from there this long since he was bit. He felt responsible for the whole city.

Peter refreshed the news page and still nothing new popped up.

“Alright, kid. I guess you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tony said, approaching Peter.

“Wait! What do you mean?’ Peter asked nervously as he dropped his phone next to him on the couch.

You knew what was about to happen and scooted over a bit to avoid being in the way.

“I think you need to start listening to me, Peter.” Tony said, raising an eyebrow, towering over Peter.

“Nonono I do listen! I do!” Peter protested, raising his hands up in defense.

“Do you now?”

“Y-Yes!”

“I don’t think so!” Tony teased as he wiggled his fingers toward Peter.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” Peter scream-laughed as Tony’s fingers wiggled into his ribs.

You giggled as you watched Tony reduce Peter to a ticklish puddle. Peter silent-laughed as Tony began to shake his ribs.

“Does that tickle, Parker? Huh?” Tony asked as Peter turned bright red.

“Yehehessss! I’m sohohohrry! I’ll stahahaap!” Peter pleaded through his hysterical laughter.

“Alright, good!” Tony said as he stopped tickling Peter. “So we got a deal?”

“Yes.. yes, deal!” Peter answered as he caught his breath.

“That’s great! But I think I’m going to keep tickling you anyway. It’s too much fun.” Tony decided, as he dug into Peter’s extremely ticklish tummy, sending him back into hysterics. Tony then crawled his fingers up into Peter’s deathly ticklish armpits and Peter thrashed around like a fish out of water, hilarious laughter spilling out of his mouth. He toppled over on his side next to you. You scooted over just in time so you wouldn’t be trapped under him. Tony took this opportunity to get on the couch and straddle Peter’s waist, continuing to tickle under his arms. Peter’s laughter turned hiccupy, and his eyes were squeezed shut, revealing his handsome “crow’s feet” and bright smile spread across his face. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at this, and you, of course, were giggling at the sight. Peter finally caught his breath.

“I CAN’T! Ihihihihi cahahahan’t!” He shouted.

Tony slipped his hands out from under his arms. Even that motion tickled Peter. He then began squeezing Peter’s hips and Peter’s rare belly laughter poured out of him. You couldn’t help but blush, knowing how much it tickles when Tony does that. This went on for a while, until Tony knew Peter couldn’t take much more, and he ceased his tickling, while Peter turned on his side, recovering.

“Have you learned your lesson, kid?” Tony asked Peter.

“Yes. Definitely!” Peter replied, followed by a few remaining giggles.

You were still giggling yourself when Tony shot a look at you, causing you to shut your mouth, eyes widening.

“This lesson goes for you too, missy.” Tony warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

You nodded with a sheepish smile, slowly grabbing a pillow to cover your torso. Tony leaned toward you slowly, before surprising you by snatching the pillow away from you and digging both of his “claws” into your tummy, causing you to shriek with adorably high pitched laughter. Tony was leaned down close to your face, smiling at you, and that made it tickle so much more. He then moved down to squeezing your hips, like he did to Peter, and you threw your head back in laughter. You were bright red from laughter, and being super flustered.

Peter, who had recovered from his attack, was now giggling at Tony tickling you. You squealed as you trapped Tony’s hands in your very ticklish armpits, as Tony repeatedly said “tickle tickle tickle!” You thought you might die then and there, only for it to get worse when Peter spoke up.

“Since you found me getting tickled so funny, and did nothing to help, I guess that leaves me no choice.” Peter said in an evil tone. He grabbed your left foot, which was oddly more ticklish than your right, and began scribbling all over the bottom of it. You screamed until your laughter fell silent when Tony began blowing raspberries on your jaw and neck, still tickling your under arms. Peter then decided to scritch at your toes and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“STAHAHAHPPP!” You yelled out. Tony and Peter both laughed, but granted your request. “Ohohoh my gohohohosh.” You giggled flusteredly, as you turned over on your belly and hid your face in the couch.

“Awwww!” Tony and Peter both sang as they began to tickle lightly all over your back. You let out adorable bubbly giggles, and squirmed around a bit. You actually liked these back tickles, though you’d never admit it. After a while, they let up and you and Peter were definitely more present with everyone else.

…

You brought Peter his cereal and sat next to him. Everyone else had come down for breakfast, ready to start the day. Thor sat down next to you, a bright smile on his face.

“Good morning, princess!” He said sweetly.

“Good morning, god of thunder, king, alien.” You replied. Thor chuckled at your comment.

“What is on the agenda today, Tony?” Thor asked.

“We’re going to rent ATVs and take them to some ATV trails. It will be really fun!” Tony announced.

You and Peter looked at each other very excitedly. “AWESOME.”

“What is an ATV?” Thor asked. “I thought that was an ATV.” He pointed at the TV in the living room.

“You’ll see.”

You all had finally arrived at the ATV trails, and everyone was ready. You were a little salty though, because everyone had their own four wheeler, or bike, except you. Peter was currently teaching Thor how to drive and Thor caught on quite quickly and was having a blast.

“Whhhhy can’t I have my own?!” You whined to Bucky and Steve. Tony wanted to get you your own, but Bucky and Steve weren’t allowing it.

“Because you have never drove one before, and you need to learn first!” Steve scolded.

“Stop whining, Y/n.” Bucky said sternly.

“We are just trying to keep you safe.” Steve added.

“But I have ridden many times before! I know how it works!” You argued.

“We are not trying to baby you. We just want to teach you first, okay?” Bucky said.

You rolled your eyes. You felt like a baby. Even Peter got his own, even though you understood where they were coming from. You were just independent, and wanted to feel grown for once.

“You want to ride with me or Bucky?” Steve asked. You crossed your arms, a little annoyed with both of them. You didn’t want either of them at the moment. Just then, Tony pulled up next to the three of you.

“Hop on, Y/n. I’m going to teach you, AND we’re going to have fun!” Tony said smoothly.

You smirked, and climbed onto the four wheeler, sitting in front of Tony as he began to show you the gas and breaks.

Steve and Bucky chuckled. “She needs a helmet.” They both ordered.

“Of course!” Tony said cooly, and pulled out the Iron Man helmet and placed it on your head.

“HECK YEAH!” You shouted as the notification popped up all around you and your eyes adjusted to the helmet. Tony chuckled.

“Biometric scan complete.” FRIDAY said.

“BYE!” You yelled, throwing up the peace sign, and took off down the trail with Tony.

“WOOOO HOOOO!”

After driving for a while and having a blast, you pulled over.

“See, I told you I could drive!” You told Tony.

“I knew you could! Do you want me to get you your own?” Tony asked.

“No, I’d rather stay with you.” You smiled. Tony smiled back.

“Well then you better hang on tight!” Tony said, speeding back down the trail as you laughed with glee.

After hours of fun on the ATV trails, it was currently sunset and you were all back at the cabin. Some were making dinner and others were swimming. You, Peter, and Thor were currently in the pool playing mermaids like a bunch of children, except Thor kept throwing you across the pool, because he was playing the mermaid villain.

“Dinner everyone!” Vision called from the back door. Everyone rushed out of the pool, but you and Peter stayed behind, because you were both having a lot of fun swimming.

“We’ll be in in a minute!” Peter called.

You both finally got out of the pool after a minute or so and were drying off, wrapped in your towels, when something caught Peter’s eye.

“Y/n, look on the trail, in the woods.” He said, pointing toward little blinking lights. They were lightning bugs, and you got really excited.

“Let’s follow them!” You said. You both slipped on your flip flops and went to the trail.

It was twilight and very beautiful out. The lightning bugs were everywhere and it was probably one of the most stunning moments of your life. You and Peter had made it pretty far up the trail, following the lightning bugs. One even landed in Peter’s hand and he held it out for you both to observe up close. The little bug blinked it’s yellowish green light and you both gasped. It flew away into the woods and you and Peter watched it join the others. You could barely see the lights of the cabin anymore, and expected to turn around, when Peter spoke.

“I’m picking up on something.” Peter whispered, tilting his head.

“What is it?” You asked, a little nervous that it was something bad.

“I’m hearing music...and laughter. That way.” Peter said, pointing toward the left into the woods.

You grinned. “Peter, let’s go check it out! Maybe… it’ll be fun.” You suggested.

“What about, you know, everyone back at the cabin. Shouldn’t we tell them?” Peter asked with a little smirk.

“NO. They have been kind of babying me. You know? I just want to do something fun. Without needing permission or everyone having to know.” You admitted.

“Oh, so you wanna be a little rebellious, huh?” Peter teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Ugh yes, you dork!” You said, playfully hitting his chest.

Peter shrugged. “Sounds like it could be fun.” He crossed his wrists, activating his web shooters, and picked you up, resting you on his hip. You held onto him as he leapt off the ground swinging through the trees.

After a while of swinging, you finally started to hear what Peter had been hearing: music. It became clearer as Peter got you guys closer.

“Perfect.” Peter said as he saw a platform in the trees, like a little tree house. He landed on it and set you down. You still held onto him since you were pretty high up. You could hear everything now, but all you could see were some lights.

“We need to get on the ground.” Peter said, picking you up again. You both decided to leave your towels in the tree house, so they wouldn’t be in the way. He jumped from the tree house, and before you knew it, you guys were back on the trail, walking toward the sound and lights.

“Hey Johnny, what are you-” someone said, trailing off. “Oh sorry you’re not Johnny you’re… I don’t know you.” A tall teenage boy said. He stepped closer to you two. “I don’t know you either. Who are you guys?” The guy asked. He had fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like a lot of freckles.

“Oh hi, I’m Peter, and this is Y/n. We are staying in a cabin with our friends and family, and we heard the music and wanted to check it out.” Peter explained.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Max, and that’s actually great. A lot of us spend our summer’s here with our families, but we want to spend time with other teenagers and young adults, you know?” Max said, cooly. It was now that you noticed his southern accent. “I’ll show you. You’re more than welcome to come hangout.”

You both walked by Max down the trail to reveal a big swimming hole, with lights streamed in the trees, and lanterns lit everywhere. It was gorgeous. There were a lot of people that looked to be you and Peter’s age, and a bit older. They were swinging from a rope swing into the swimming hold, dancing in the grass with each other to the music, and there was food and drinks, a few alcoholic, even. You were mixed with nerves and excitement. You had always wanted to go to a party like this, but never had, since Peter was pretty much your only friend your age.

“This is awesome, man!” Peter exclaimed. You could see him clearly now that you were in the light, and Max. You even thought Max was pretty cute, but standing next to Peter, who had his arms crossed, shirtless, and observing the party, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself, that next to Peter, Max didn’t compare.

You were only in your swimsuit yourself, which was appropriate for the setting, because everyone else was, but you noticed Max looking you up and down. You’d never been checked out before. Peter stepped in front of you a bit to block Max’s view. You saw Peter’s jaw clench. He became a bit protective over you and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

“Do you wanna go back to the cabin, or stay? Peter asked, leaning down to you a bit, after pulling you aside.

“Peter, this is like so awesome! We have to stay and have fun!” You insisted.

“They might be worried about us.” Peter added.

“You are SPIDER-MAN!” You whispered to Peter, causing him to look around cautiously. “They’d have to be stupid to be worried about us. I’m safe with you… and we can be ourselves here. You don’t even have to...to hide your.. body.” You prodded.

Peter blushed a bit, as he noticed you looking at him. “Okay… okay. Let’s party!” Peter nodded, pulling you toward the party.

Everyone was really friendly, and you and Peter fit right in for once.

“So you wanna swim, or dance?” Peter asked you, shouting over the music.

“Oh well I uh- I can’t really dance.” You shouted back. You never really danced, except when Tony, Steve, or Bucky were playing around with you back home, but you’d always stand on their feet, but other than that, you never really had experience with dancing. Especially the way people were dancing here. It was not slow dancing. Couples were dancing quite close to each other, and the music was up beat. It looked fun, honestly, but Peter probably would never dance with you like... that. Especially not with you, you thought.

Peter noticed you watching, and smirked. “You… You want to, don’t you.”

You went a little red. Curse him for knowing you too well. “Well I- I’ve never- I can’t dance so uh let’s just- let’s just swim.” You rambled nervously. You wanted to dance with Peter, but for the life of you, you couldn’t admit it. You were scared of what he’d think or say.

“I’m sorry, but what’s got you all nervous?” Peter questioned.

“The party! First party.” You answered way too quickly.

“Really? Because you were all excited and rebellious a second ago.” Peter teased. He wasn’t convinced you were being fully honest.

“I still am!” You lied.

Peter gasped. “Ooooh! You like Max! That’s why you’re nervous!” Peter declared.

“No!” You shot back. “I mean… he’s cute, but... I don’t like him like that. Plus, it looks like he’s taken.” You insisted, pointing at Max who was kissing what looked to be like his boyfriend.

“Then what has you so nervous?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were silently freaking out inside your head. Peter is your best friend. You have never felt this way about anyone before, except a few celebrities on TV, but this was too real. It was the first time you had ever let your guard down and went off and been a real teenager, but it came with some other new feelings you must have been hiding for some time.

Peter stared down at you, and realization hit him. His heart pounded a bit.

“Am I… Am I making you nervous?” Peter asked, hesitantly.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You refused to make eye contact.

“Peter, the dancing is making me nervous. I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone.”

“Oh…” He replied awkwardly. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “Lucky for you, I’ve become a pretty good dancer.”

This was true. Peter had been to quite a few more parties in the past year, and he really loved to dance.

Peter pulled you to the grass with everyone else who was dancing. You looked around nervously.

“Don’t worry about them, just follow my lead.” Peter instructed, throwing your arms around his neck as he held your waist. He pulled you close to him, and he began swaying pretty fast, and you struggled to keep up with his rhythm at first. “Blinding Lights” by the Weeknd was blasting and it felt great to dance to, even though you were still a little tense.

“Just let go.” Peter urged, trying to help guide you, as you felt his hips rolling. There were those butterflies again.

You finally just let go and allowed yourself to have fun, after all you had been keeping down. You were having so much fun, and so was Peter. You felt safe with him, and liked being this close to him. Neither of you worried about anything. You were both just being free and happy and young. You kept laughing, especially when Peter would twirl you really fast, dip you, or pick you up and spin you. You were both in pure summer bliss.

…

Back at the cabin, everyone had finished eating dinner and were sitting around the table.

“Uh where are the kids?” Sam asked.

“I think they’re STILL swimming.” Wanda said.

“Yeah they should come eat, or their food is going to be cold.” Pepper said, getting up from the table. She peeked outside, and saw the pool was empty. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one. “They are not in the pool. I don’t see them anywhere.”

Bucky and Steve simultaneously shot up from their seats and rushed to the back door. They called your names and searched the yard, but there was no answer, no one.

“Tony, we gotta find them.” Bucky stressed. “What if something bad happened?”

“Hey it’s probably fine! They are old enough to go for a walk or something.” Tony said, even though he was a little worried deep down.

“Uh without telling anybody?” Steve snapped.

“It is unlike them.” Natasha added.

“I trust Peter. Immensely. Y/n as well.” Tony argued.

“They could be in trouble!” Steve fought.

“He’s Spider-Man!” Tony retaliated.

“SO?” Bucky yelled. He was furious.

“Two teenagers… going off alone… after swimming? Sounds fishy to me.” Sam shrugged.

“Oh my God. My little girl… I think I might faint.” Bucky said, collapsing to a chair.

“Oh they aren’t! Geez! Don’t think that.” Nat scoffed.

“I AM GOING TO SEARCH FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY.” Thor growled, heading towards the door.

“WAIT! Wait.” Tony called, causing everyone to stop. Peter and I have a device in his web shooters. He has them on. I know for a fact. If he was in any danger, I’d be notified immediately. See?” Tony said, holding up his phone, confirming that Peter had his web shooters and was alright. “The only thing I don’t have on him is a GPS. I decided to give him more freedom than that.”

Everyone relaxed.

“Okay. Okay, so they just ran off. Probably to go in the canoe or something. Everything is fine.” Steve sighed of relief. Bucky seemed to calm down too.

“I trust her. I do.” Bucky reassured everyone, and himself.

Tony looked at Peter’s vitals though, and his heart dropped.

“Um… the only thing I’m seeing that is kind of… um. Weird-” Tony spoke up.

“WHAT.” Thor demanded.

“Peter’s heart rate is really, really high.” Tony announced.

“Oh God… I think I’m gonna be sick. My baby.” Bucky said dramatically as Steve crashed down in the chair next to him, his head in his hands.

“We’ll just wait for them to return.”

…

You and Peter had danced to several songs and now you were in the grass, tickling the snot out of Peter, after you both sat down at the party to chill and drink water. You both were NOT going to drink alcohol. That would just give you a reason to be in trouble.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! Y/N! I’m soohohorry!” Peter screamed through his laughter as you tickled all over his tummy and sides for sticking an ice cube down the back of your swimsuit top. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!” He cried as you cackled at him.

“Serves you right, doesn’t it? Huh?” You teased as you tickled his upper ribs, and he rolled all over the grass in ticklish agony.

“YEHEHEHES! I’M SOHOHOHO SOHOHORRY!” He shouted through his laughter.

You decided to have mercy on him, and he sat up catching his breath.

“Ohohoho my goodness. I can literally feel my heart.. beating out of my chest.”

You giggled at him. “Wanna swim before we head back to the cabin?” You asked him.

“Definitely!” Peter said, getting to his feet, followed by you.

You noticed a group of people were jumping off a cliff into the water. They were laughing and having fun.

“Peter, look! I wanna do that!” You said, pointing to more people jumping off the cliff.

“Um… you sure?” He asked. He knew he could do it no problem, but was worried about you.

“YES! They are doing it and they are fine!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the cliff.

When you arrived, you were next to jump. Peter attempted to pick you up, but you stopped him.

“No! I want to do it myself, Peter.” You said.

“Oh um okay, just make sure when you hit the water, you bring your legs up towards your chest, alright? It’s not very deep.” Peter explained.

“Got it.” You said, and on the count of three, you both jumped. The drop was so exciting, but when you hit the water, your attempt to raise your legs failed, and a shooting pain was sent through your right leg. You were in shock and felt as if the air was knocked out of you. You were too far to the right on the cliff, and when you jumped, you landed on a large rock that was only about three feet under the surface of the water.

Peter came up out of the water, laughing and you fake laughed. You were a bit embarrassed with what just happened and didn’t want to make a scene, but as you started to swim to the shore, tears started to flow down your face, as the pain worsened.

“Pete. Help.” You choked out from behind him, as you tried to swim.

Peter turned around and the expression on his face was pure worry. He pulled you out of the water onto the grass and observed your leg. It was red, swollen, and bleeding quite a bit in a few spots.

“I landed on a rock.” You said.

“Do you think it’s broken?” He asked.

“I can’t tell.”

Peter scooped you up in his arms, and took off towards the cabin as fast and carefully as he could.

Peter stumbled in the back door with you in his arms. He had a guilty expression gracing his face. Bucky snatched you away from him.

“Bring her up to Pepper and I’s bathroom.” Tony ordered.

Bucky carried you up the stairs. “You okay, baby?” He asked worriedly.

“Just sore.” You said.

Peter tried to follow you up the stairs, but was blocked by an angry Steve.

“Couch. Now.” He ordered.

Peter sighed and went to the living room where everyone else was.

…

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, now in your pajamas.

“Well no breaks or sprains. Just busted it up pretty good. Should be normal in a few days, just bruises and scars.” Tony concluded as he wrapped bandages on your leg.

“Thank you, Tony.” You said quietly.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” Bucky said to you. He didn’t seem angry, just upset.

“It was just a stupid accident. No one’s fault but mine.” You countered.

“Peter should’ve taken better care of you.” Bucky replied.

“THAT. That is my problem! Care of me? I’m not a baby! I just wanted to have fun, and be my age. But you and Steve are overbearing!” You shouted, frustrated.

Just as you were saying these things, Steve entered the bathroom, having heard it all from Peter, and now you.

“Steve! You’re the one who has pushed me to be more independent, but when I am, you freak out.” You seethed, but were now lowering your voice and calming down.

“You know she’s right.” Tony added, putting away the first aid kit.

“You are right.” Steve admitted. “But you can’t just expect us to let you be reckless.”

You were quiet for a moment and tears started to form back in your eyes. You had been reckless, and disrespectful, you realized. This whole growing up thing was hard to navigate, but they didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

“I’m... sorry.” you said, shaking your head as if you just came out of a rebellious trance.

“Y/n. You gotta tell us when you go somewhere. You gotta let us make sure you can operate a dangerous vehicle.” Bucky scolded in a stern, yet soft tone.

You looked over at Tony.

“He’s also right.” Tony told you, nodding toward Bucky.

“I’m still new at this parenting thing, but I just want you to know I really care about you, and want to help you make good choices. You know, we were really scared about you just disappearing with Peter tonight. That could mean a lot of different things. Even if it is Peter.” Bucky explained.

“I should’ve told you what was going on. I really hope you can still trust me after tonight… but I still had fun, and I took care of myself.” You said, but then smiled. “Well until I jumped off a cliff into shallow water.”

Steve, Bucky, and Tony all chuckled and you joined them, and soon you were all laughing hysterically. After laughing for quite a while, you hugged Bucky.

“I really am sorry, Dad.” You said, seriously.

Bucky gave you a forgiving smile. Steve too.

“Rock on, Y/n/n. But seriously, make good choices, heh?!” Tony chirped as he left the bathroom, making you giggle.

“So are you gonna ground me or something?” You asked, looking up at Steve and Bucky nervously.

“That’s up to your dad.” Steve answered, gesturing toward Bucky.

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you what, kid, I’m gonna let this one slide.”

You smiled excitedly and clapped your hands together, but your face fell when a very intimidating Bucky leaned close to you, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours.

“But this is your warning. Cross me again, and you’ll regret it.” He warned through gritted teeth.

You gulped. That sure was intense and you felt a real fear of him for the first time, but a good fear. A respectful fear.

“G-got it. You a-are the Alpha. White Wolf. L-leader.” You spluttered, pointing at his nose.

His gritted teeth turned into a playful grin as his hands latched onto your sides, harshly tickling you, much to your surprise. Your smile spread across your face and you broke out into laughter.

“Still gonna teach ya a lesson.” Bucky said cooly, before lifting you up off the counter and carrying you to the bed.

“I have learned my lesson! I promise! Plehehehease!” You insisted, but Bucky ignored your pleads.

“Wanna help me out, Steve?” He asked his fellow super soldier.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles as he slowly approached you as Bucky glared down at you playfully, pretending to be so angry that his eye was twitching. He held your hands to his chest.

Steve sat next to you on the bed as you giggled nervously. Steve started shaking your tummy and you laughed like crazy, bringing a smile to Steve and Bucky’s faces. Bucky tickled under your arms and your neck while Steve tortured your tummy, sides, and ribs. You squirmed and laughed, but were honestly loving this. You were afraid they wouldn’t still do this, or be playful anymore since you were growing up. You never wanted this to go away.

Ever since you told Steve you liked being tickled, he was always happy to comply, but would never tell anyone else about it. It still made you blush that he knew, since you really didn’t mean for him to find out, but he was always really sweet about it. Bucky moved over as Steve was now tickling your ribs.

“Y/n still loves tickles even though she is growing up. She isn’t all big and bad after all, is she? Nope!” Steve teased as he shook your ribs. You blushed profusely, making him cackle, and you couldn’t help your famous belly laugh from pouring out of you.

Bucky listened to what Steve was saying and was a bit confused.

“Wait. Wait wait wait. Stop a second.” Bucky ordered. Steve quit and looked at Bucky. Your eyes went wide. Oh no.

“Is that true?! You like being tickled, Y/n?” Bucky asked as if it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

“Ohoho no. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve apologized sweetly as he didn’t mean to expose you like that.

“Maybe…” You answered with a sheepish smile. You couldn’t get any redder.

“YES? IS THAT A YES?” Bucky urged.

“Don’t tell a soul!” You whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“That is so CUTE!” Bucky beamed.

“I don’t know why. I just always have.” You admitted shyly.

“That actually explains a lot.” Bucky giggled, thinking back on all the evidence. “Tickle time!” He teased as he began to tickle your tummy and you had never been more flustered in your life, ever, but you were really glad he knew now.

He tickled you some more until you had enough and were now really tired. He and Steve laid next to, as Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. Suddenly, Thor burst through the door.

“Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you.

You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled. Bucky and Steve giggled as well.

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Since you like mob AUs, here’s a prompt u thought of: Peter is dating Beck or whoever, who doesn’t treat him right. What Peter doesn’t know is that his bf is a mob boss. Mob boss tony kidnaps peter out of revenge towards beck or for info or whatever. Soon he realizes peter has no idea what’s going on, and decides to keep him. Peter isn’t too upset about that.

I finagled with the prompt a little bit, Tony deliberately kidnaps Peter because he has no patience for domestic violence and is basically offended that Beck sucks. The rest is true to the prompt!

Warming: mentions of violence, mentions of domestic violence, age difference, this is more preslash than anything.

Tony feels bad that poor Peter looks so damn terrified but snatching him off the street seemed less... invasive than his other options. Plus its easier to leave less evidence that way and while he doesn’t give a shit what Beck thinks he doesn’t want to deal with him deciding to harass the hell out of him about his kidnapped boyfriend either.

He leans into the table and Peter immediately leans back. Tony sighs, “you know you deserve better than that piece of shit, right?” he asks. The kid has to know, he has to. Tony has looked into him because he had to wonder how the hell Quentin Beck, smart but ultimately an unhinged jackass with a temper, landed someone so... amazing. Peter is smart, his credentials prove it, his social media is all related to various social issues he cares about so he’s compassionate, and he’s stupid attractive. Like Beck deserved someone like that even before considering the whole ‘beats his boyfriend’ thing.

Its not that Tony has morals, he doesn’t really because they aren’t useful to him, but he’s got his limits. They’re few and far in between but domestic violence lands on his rather short list so that had made up his mind. The fact that Beck would be missing Peter is mostly an afterthought to Peter being removed from a shitty environment.

“As opposed to what, you? You literally snatched me off the street!” Peter says, voice shrill but its ballsy nonetheless. More ballsy than half the supposedly tough criminals he roughs up on a regular basis. By now most of them would be begging, but not Peter. But then surviving what he did gives a person a certain kind of strength, Tony knows.

“No, not really. I’m mostly here to mess Beck’s business up, and your lack of presence does that but I might as well kill two birds with one stone by telling you that you should get out. I mean I get it if you can’t, all things considered, but I’m well connected myself so if Beck think he can outdo-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Peter asks, voice still several octaves higher than normal.

Tony frowns for a moment as something occurs to him. “There’s no way you don't know...”

Peter rolls his eyes looking semi hysterical, “well clearly I fucking don’t because I have no idea what this is and I’d really like to go home, please,” he says, voice cracking as he starts sniffling towards the end.

Across the room Rhodey gives him a look. “Keep it to yourself Rhodes,” Tony tells him.

“Just saying,” Rhodey murmurs.

Peter turns to face him, frowning. “Did he say something?”

“Not with words. Twenty five years of friendship has led to me being really, really good at reading his body language. As for home do you have anywhere else you could go that isn’t back to Beck? Seriously, that guy is a piece of shit. And a mob boss. That’s what this whole thing is about. He keeps messing with my business and I don’t really take kindly to that,” he says, sparing Peter the details. Mostly because he doesn’t want Peter to think he’ll become the details.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re a real charmer in comparison,” Peter mumbles.

He doesn’t expect Rhodey to be the one to snort but he does, “yeah he’s a murderer but he’d never hit his significant other,” he says and the unshakable confidence in his voice is touching, really. Peter slumps a little in his seat and the poor thing looks desolate. He’d try and comfort him but he’s sure he wouldn’t be any good at it given that Peter is probably, and rightfully, afraid of him too.

The last thing he expects is for Peter to burst into tears though he supposes they’ve come later than normal. Usually he doesn’t do this sort of thing, target family, because he finds it distasteful but on the rare occasion he breaks that general rule they usually cry four seconds into it, not several minutes into it. He sighs, “aside from the kidnapping thing, what’s wrong?” he asks.

Rhodey’s eyebrows would have hit his hairline if he had one but instead he just looks at Tony like he’s a god damn moron. Which, in hindsight, his question does sound really stupid. “You kidnapped me,” Peter says, voice gone back to that shrill tone he’d had before. “You fucking kidnapped me and you’ve been nicer to me for the last twenty minutes than Quent has in the last five years,” he finishes right before crying even harder.

He looks at Rhodey, who squints and lifts his hands into the air in a ‘what the fuck’ motion. Great, so he can’t expect any help from him apparently. Some right hand man he is, Pepper is going to replace him soon if he keeps it up. “Look, you don’t need to go back. Its not as hard to make people disappear as cops think it is provided you know what you’re doing. Peter Parker doesn’t even need to exist and Beck isn’t competent enough to find whatever fake name you choose, trust me on that.”

Peter sniffles harshly but calms a little at least. “I’m no- not running away,” he mumbles.

“Taking necessary precautions isn’t running away, I know you know Beck better than I do and I know he doesn’t back down easy. He will try and hunt you down,” Tony says but not unkindly. He gets it, really, he does. He and his mother lived it.

Peter considers this a moment before he sits up a little straighter, still crying but the tears are silent. “You said you had connections. Do you have any way I can stay in New York and avoid Quent?”

Not exactly given that that’s a tall order. “Stay here as long as you want, we can work out the details later when you’re in a better position to land on your feet. And when I get the time to consider the logistics of that. I highly doubt Beck will bother you here though, I have a reputation and even he’s not stupid enough to test me.”

Peter knows Tony has to be dangerous, it comes with the whole mob thing and Tony isn’t shy about referencing violence at all. Peter doesn’t think he’d be shyer if he actually had to follow through on his words either, there’s just something about the easy way he talks about inflicting pain on people that Peter thinks is experienced. He has yet to see any evidence of it though and its been a month, he’s had time but Tony has been nothing but kind to him to an unusual degree if the reactions of everyone else around him is any indication.

Everyone from his business partner, Pepper, to Rhodey seem to find Tony’s fascination with him odd but Peter doesn’t so much mind if he gets to benefit from it. He’s wanted to leave Quent for a long time but he’d always suspected that he hadn’t reached his peak of violence and that’s partially why he stayed. The other part was not knowing where to go and he knew damn well that Quent wouldn’t just let him go.

So it was kind of convenient that Tony showed up when he did and he’s held up his end of the bargain. Peter hasn’t had to deal with Quent since Tony pulled him off a random street and he doesn’t mind that he has to take Natasha with him everywhere he goes. Its inconvenient but he’ll take that over having to deal with whatever Quent would try if he managed to find him again. Or gain access to him, he’s sure Quent figured out where he went by now when he hasn’t really been shy about it.

And that’s how Peter knows in his heart of hearts that Tony’s reputation isn’t just to be believed, but to be actively feared. Quent is mean and possessive and Peter never thought he could just walk out of their relationship but thanks to whatever it is that Tony does to people he managed.

“What?” Tony asks, probably sensing Peter staring at him.

“Why are people so afraid of you? I’ve never even heard you raise your voice,” he says. He’s seen Tony pissed off and he’s got a habit for mumbling in Italian but he doesn’t seem much for raising his voice even when actively livid. Peter finds it hard to be afraid of him even if he knows he should be.

Tony laughs a little, “you haven’t heard me yell because I’ve purposefully never yelled around you, not because I don’t. And people are afraid of me because I’m single minded in my goals and have a nasty habit of achieving them no matter the cost. They’ve grown wise not to get in my way.”

And there it is again, that slightly threatening nature but its hard to reconcile that with the guy who, after kidnapping him, immediately told him he deserved better than the treatment he was getting at home. Its hard to believe someone can sit on extremes that large, that someone would offer a perfect stranger a home and protection for literally no reason in one second and then do some kind of great violence the next. Rhodey said Tony was a murderer and that statement was confident, fact, but Peter just doesn’t see how Tony could do it. But then apparently he’s gone through the trouble of making sure Peter didn’t have to hear him yell.

“Why would you do that?” he asks because he knows Tony has some surprisingly kind reason for doing that.

He shrugs, “I figured after being yelled at as much as you have you probably didn’t like hearing people yell now. Probably triggers a stress response so we all freak out when you aren’t in the room.”

We all. Peter frowns because it isn’t just Tony, he’d made that order to everyone and he knows they’ll all listen, even Natasha even though she’s the most likely to tell Tony no. Partially because of sibling rivalry and also because she seems the least afraid of him next to Rhodey. “You told everyone not to yell in my presence because you didn’t want to stress me out? I can handle yelling, I’m not glass.” He doesn’t know why he’s prickling to this when its actually incredibly kind of Tony, and so unexpected the way all his kindnesses have been.

Tony doesn’t look ruffled though, instead he looks almost a little proud. “Oh I know you aren’t glass, and this isn’t a question of whether or not you can handle something. Its more making sure you don’t need to, not when you’re clearly still waiting for the shoe to drop. After that you can be fair game if you really want it,” he says, lips twitching up a little.

Peter loses that sharp edge of feeling he’d had and relaxes. “Thank you,” he says softly, “you don’t need to do any of that.”

Tony shakes his head though, “basic care, its not an issue and its always kind of a funny test of self control. You don’t understand Italian though, so I do most of my venting that way.”

So Peter has noticed. “I have a hard time reconciling this with someone who’s supposedly dangerous,” he says, blurting it out accidentally.

Tony doesn’t take offense to it, he just looks Peter up and down. “People aren’t as simple as we like to think and being capable of murder doesn’t make me incapable of not being a dick. I wouldn’t hurt you, I don’t have reason to, but I’m known as the Merchant of Death for a reason.”

Merchant of Death, he’s heard that before but he can’t remember where. Doesn’t matter know because he can figure out what that means at least in part. “Why do you keep doing that, reminding me that you’re like... dangerous or whatever?”

“Because I don’t want you to be surprised,” Tony tells him. “Its a lot easier to make sure that doesn’t happen if you know what to expect.”

“Why does that matter to you though?” It shouldn’t, Peter isn’t his responsibility and he’s surprisingly caring for someone who has no reason to be. Peter has had friends that went less out of their way to accommodate for him than Tony has with zero connection to him.

“People fear me, but that doesn’t always mean that they won’t test me. Apparently Beck didn’t even tell you how he made his money and that’s a bad idea, keeping someone in the dark like that. God knows what would have happened to you if I had more bad intentions than screwing with your ex’s life.”

Peter frowns again because its hard, figuring out what the hell is going on in Tony’s head. “So you’re being honest with me in case what, someone else kidnaps me? Because that seems unlikely.” What are the chances he’d be kidnapped by another mob? He didn’t even know he was affiliated with the first one in any way so it seems a bit much to be kidnapped by a third.

“Or worse, yes. And its not as unlikely as you think, none of us are exactly pleasant to piss off and I’ve got an impressive talent for pissing people off. Everyone who’s around me is a target but you’re the only one who refuses to carry a gun.” Right, Peter had forgot about that. He hadn’t anticipated reacting so strongly but given the circumstances he thinks his meltdown wasn’t as bad as it could have been and Tony dropped the idea of him carrying around a gun for protection real quick.

“My uncle Ben got shot and killed in a robbery gone wrong when I was a teenager,” Peter says. “And I didn’t like guns before that either. Or anything lethal.” Expect Quent, if Tony’s hinting is to be believed but then he’s always had a thing for bad boys. Women? His taste is normal and results in pretty good relationships in his experience. Men? He seemingly can’t pick them any worse than he has previously and Quent is a whole new level of garbage for him.

Tony looks him over for a moment, “you should learn some self defense though, if for no other reason than it being generally useful. Natasha would probably be happy to teach you.”

Peter wrinkles his nose, “can I get someone less terrifying?”

He doesn’t expect it when Tony cracks up laughing but it looks a lot nicer on him than the air of seriousness that usually taints his presence. “She might be the least scary we’ve got,” he tells Peter and starts laughing harder at whatever face he’s making.

“If that’s the least scary you’ve got I feel so bad for anyone who tries to fuck with you.”

Peter doesn’t take to self defense well and Natasha clearly doesn’t know what to do with that, but that makes it kind of fun to watch. “None of this is difficult, what is so confusing to you that you?” she asks Peter, who is on the floor breathing hard.

“Nothing, he just doesn’t want to hurt you,” Bucky says from the other side of the room where he’s watching. Tony raises an eyebrow but Bucky only shrugs.

Natasha rolls her eyes at Peter, “trust me, there’s no way you can do any real damage to me. First of all you’re weak, second of all you have almost no skills, and third, I have a high pain tolerance anyway. Get up and stop worrying about doing damage you can’t even do,” Natasha tells him.

Its easy to see Peter isn’t suited to this, at least not the way Natasha is teaching it. “Just give him a basic lesson in self defense moves, none lethal ways for him to buy himself enough time to get out of a given situation,” Tony tells her. “He’ll be resistant to learning much else.” Peter has made it clear he has a distaste for hurting people in any manner but especially the kind of brutal manner Natasha is used to and desensitized from.

“You can get out of a situation faster if you stab them,” Natasha tells Peter specifically and he does that thing that he does sometimes when he’s reminded that he’s in an environment that’s more violent than he agrees with.

He gives Natasha an unimpressed look with a surprising amount of steely strength in his gaze. “I’m not stabbing people because you think that’s the only way to get anything done,” he snaps. His response clearly comes as a surprise to Natasha and Bucky but not so much to Tony. He’d been that immediately brave off the bat with him and he didn’t lose his confidence when he found out who he was. Peter has a quiet kind of strength that Tony admires and Natasha doesn’t know what to do with given that people don’t often test her. She’s unnerving at the very least, its why Tony chose her specifically to be his lead enforcer. That, and people are stupid enough to underestimate her because she’s a woman.

Natasha looks him over for a long moment, “alright, then.”

For the next hour Natasha does a slightly better job teaching Peter how to break holds and other simple self defense moves that he picks up on a little faster than how to properly maim someone. Peter doesn’t like it any, that much is obvious, but he does pay attention to Natasha and does his best to pick up what she’s trying to teach at least until Natasha gets bored enough to dismiss him.

“What, don’t like that this one didn’t immediately think he could take you out?” Tony asks her as she walks over. Across the room Bucky snorts and laughs probably because he’s seen people try and fail about a million times. Hell, at this point he’s failed at it a million times too. He might have trained her but she’s better at killing people than he is, try as he might. Probably because he actually likes people and seems to feel the fallout of having killed someone in a way Natasha doesn’t. Tony isn’t sure if she’s good at compartmentalizing or if she actually doesn’t feel anything about it and he doesn’t care either, her skills suit him.

Her lips quirk up a bit at the corners and she shakes her head. “No, actually. Its refreshing to have someone in here who immediately knows I can kick his ass and have something to teach. I approve,” she tells him.

Tony frowns, “what?”

“Of Peter, I approve. We all do, but Rhodey seems to think you’ll listen to me the best for whatever reason. I think you’d listen to him but what do I know, I’m only your sister,” she mumbles, shaking her head and walking off.

“Not that you admit that out loud often,” Tony calls after her in a teasing manner.

“Like you admit you’re related to Howard often either, you should understand,” Natasha tells him, grinning at him as she leaves the room.

“God, she’s fucking unsettling when she smiles,” Bucky says, coming up beside him.

Tony looks him over and he’s got that stupid lovestruck look on his face like he always does. Tony rolls his eyes, “just ask her out, god. What the fuck are you waiting for, Judgement Day?”

“You don’t even believe in God,” Bucky points out.

“Yeah, exactly. You’re waiting for a moment that’s never going to come so make your own moment. And what’s this about approving of Peter?”

Peter doesn’t expect the clothes, or the shoes, or anything else Tony must have done research on to get right. Everything is exactly the kind of thing he would have picked up for himself if he had the chance and its sweet, if a little unnerving at the same time.

“This is cute,” Natasha says, picking up a dress as she walks in without bothering to knock. He’s learned that she’s a bit of a pest when she likes people, but it takes her a lot of time to warm up to them.

“I can’t imagine you wearing a dress,” he tells her. All he’s seen her in is all black outfits that looked a bit like she was ready to rob someone and after mentioning her style choices to her once he discovered they were purposeful, and also a bit of a joke. She’s got a weird sense of humor but Peter can deal with that.

“I wear dresses all the time, you just don’t see me in them,” she tells Peter, grinning. “You should wear this later,” she adds, handing him the dress.

He takes it, frowning. “O...kay? Am I supposed to be going somewhere?”

She nods, “yes, on a date with Tony because he’s never going to ask you and we’re all tired of waiting around.” Peter must look more confused and it makes Natasha roll her eyes. “Look, normally I stay out of anything that isn’t a stabbing but the fact that you guys are a good match is clear and I doubt another good match for Tony is going to just show up. He’s difficult to get along with.”

Peter has never found that to be true. “I don’t see how he’s even still single. I mean yeah, maybe the guy runs a mob and he’s like... a little overdramatic and whatever but he’s really generous.”

Natasha laughs, “no, he’s not. He’s mean, cruel, sometimes even delights in it, and generally speaking an arrogant asshole. Usually you have to know him to get past all that but its like you skipped that and went straight to part where you find out he has personality traits that aren’t threatening to kill someone. And he listens to you.”

She says that like its important but Tony listens to everyone. “I don’t see why you didn’t try and get him and Rhodey together if that was a concern.” Rhodey knows him better than anyone, that much is clear so it seems to Peter that he’d be a better choice.

Judging from the look on Natasha’s face its not as good an idea as he thought it was. “He’s married to Pepper. We need to work on your observation skills if you didn’t notice the ring. Its not exactly like its hard to see,” she says. Now that Peter thinks about it he had noticed a silver ring, but hadn’t clued in to the fact that it was on his ring finger. Maybe Natasha has a point about his observation skills.

“What makes you think Tony even has an interest?” He knows he’s an unusual case but he’s not a total dunce in the observation department so he knows its because he’s got this thing with domestic violence, has no patience for it. He’s not so sure his... appreciation goes beyond that.

“You tell him ‘no.’ Trust me there’s nothing Tony values more than people who aren’t afraid of him. Even if he’s acted like a total Bond villain in an attempt to seem all dangerous or whatever. You should know that I’m actually the dangerous one, Tony’s like a grumpy puppy. He seems mean but he actually just wants a treat,” Natasha says, grinning.

Bucky is right, it is unnerving when she smiles. “What makes you think I’m interested?”

“The fact that you took this long to ask that,” she points out.

Alright, he’ll give her that. So he smiles a little, sitting on the edge of his bed, dress still in hand. “He does kind of act like a Bond villain. You know people are afraid of him because no one points it out,” he says, snickering.

Natasha snorts and starts laughing and just like that its like he’s like he’s broken through some kind of barrier that makes Natasha chatter and a hell of a lot weirder, but not in a bad way. Peter finds her less intimidating when she’s not staring through him like she can see his thoughts, and he also finds he likes her sense of humor when he’s not just getting bits and pieces of it.

“You don’t think this is too soon, do you?” he asks her as she leaves.

She shrugs, “probably, but the good news is that Tony has a bad habit of being one hundred percent in or one hundred percent out, he doesn’t do middle ground well. So if you let him, he’ll be more than devoted to you and you know what that looks like,” she says.

Yeah, he does so he nods. “Okay.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #mob au #starker mob au

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