Who's your favourite marvel character?
that’s SO difficult!!!!
I’m in LOVE with Wanda in Wandavision, but Natasha is so sad I just wanna hug her… but also, there’s Kamala Khan, I love her sm!
ok ok uhmmmmm…. In terms of MARVEL (not mcu) storm from the X-men 90’s series. But ALSO echo is amazing…
ok there’s a list, in no particular order: Wanda, Maya Lopez/Echo,Natasha, Kamala Khan, Storm, Lunella/MoonGirl
(// and, Hobie Brown. I LOVE him. AND MILES!
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“I think this is the most basic outfit I’ve ever seen you in,” Peter’s voice calls through the speakers of your phone.
You roll your eyes as you brush your hair, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t feel like doing laundry so it’s whatever,” you shrug, looking down at the phone laying on your bathroom counter.
“At least your hair isn’t going in a bun, I don’t think I could ever see you the same again,” he laughs.
You laugh along with him as you pick up your backpack off of your bed before walking back over to your phone, “I’ll see you at school?” you question.
He nods his head, “see you in a minute,” you smile and hit the red button on your phone, effectively ending the call.
Giving yourself one more look over in the full length mirror on the back of your bathroom door you examine your outfit, black leggings with an oversized white t-shirt and boots.
“Y/n you have to walk today, I have an important meeting today,” your older brother, Deacon, announces with a knock on your bedroom door.
You hurry to peek your head out, “Isn’t it supposed to rain?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, Deacon shrugs, “Bring an umbrella?” He offers, already walking out the front door.
Groaning, you grab the white umbrella that is leaning against the wall beside the door and walk outside, locking the door on your way out.
The rain starts as soon as your boots hit the sidewalk, “of course,” you groan, trying to open the umbrella.
You struggle for a minute before realizing one of the latches on the umbrella is broken, rendering it useless and you soaked.
Not thinking too much about the rain, you drop the umbrella in your neighbor’s trash can and begin the six block walk to school.
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Walking past the ‘Midtown School of Science and Technology’ sign, you smile as you walk into the building and begin looking for your nerdy brown eyed best friend.
“Hey, y/n,” Peter calls from behind you, you smile wider as you turn around to greet him, stopping when you see the astonished look on his face.
“What? Is there something on my face?” You question, wiping the corners of your mouth subconsciously.
He just shakes his head and looks down at your shirt, you do the same, your eyes growing wide as you realize your white shirt has turned see-through and your black bralette is on display for the whole school to see.
You pull the shirt away from your skin, your bra still very visible, Peter stops staring and pulls off the sweatshirt he’s wearing over his head, sliding it over yours with a dark look in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You whisper to him as you shove your hands through the holes in the sweatshirt.
He looks down at you with his hands on the waistband of the sweater, gripping your hips, “I don’t like people seeing what’s mine,” he replies, his eyes moving to glare at all of the guys still staring at your now covered chest.
“I’m not yours, Pete,” you reply, a small ache in your chest as the words leave your mouth, you’ve been in love with him since the third grade.
The grip on your hips tighten slightly, “and that kills me every day,” he brings one hand up to push the soaked hair behind your ear.
You lean up, about to kiss him when the school bell rings, making you jump and pull yourself away from him.
Turning around, you begin to walk away when a strong hand grips yours, spinning you around and a pair of thin lips connect with yours.
You have to laugh into the kiss at how dramatic everything must look, stopping when Peter pulls away, “If you can laugh, I’m clearly doing something wrong,” he tells you.
Opening your mouth to explain, you gasp when he kisses you again, this time sliding his tongue into your still open mouth and stealing the breath from your lungs.
He pulls away after a few long seconds, looking down at you as take deep breaths and try to process what just happened.
Leaning down, he presses his lips against your ear, “much better,” he whispers before walking away like nothing happened.
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