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silhouetteofacedar · 3 years

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Pearl, Ch. 5: Marche Funèbre

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It’s just another Tuesday.

Scully’s been telling herself that all morning as a kind of mantra in an attempt to calm her nerves. It’s not working.

It’s just another Tuesday, and she’s getting ready for an unremarkable workday. She showers, blowdries her hair, puts on the little pearl earrings her father gave her when she finished her undergrad.

In another timeline, in the life her parents wanted for her, she would be putting these earrings on beneath a lacy white veil. Her mother and sister would fuss over her dress, adjusting the train and making sure it hung well on her healthy frame, pressing a sprawling bouquet of flowers into her arms.

But that’s not her reality; in this timeline, she’s alone in her bedroom, putting on the creamy beige suit she’s worn to the office several times already. Her mother doesn’t know, and her sister is dead.

She feels oddly like she’s preparing for her own funeral, albeit a little premature. Will my mother have me cremated, or will they bury me in something I never wore? she wonders.

She thinks of Mulder then, a spouse in name only, and her stomach clenches.

Don’t go there, Dana. Tuesday.

She barely eats breakfast; cautiously nibbling at dry toast, wincing as it sticks in her throat. Her appetite has shrunk considerably lately, and her nervousness this morning isn’t helping. She gulps a glass of tepid water, eyeing the clock in the kitchen.

She doesn’t have to be at the office for another hour, but she decides to go in anyway.

She arrives a half hour early and is surprised to see that Mulder is already there. He rarely arrives before her unless he’s preparing a slideshow or simply never went home the night before. She would usually assume he slept in his desk chair, except this morning he’s freshly shaved and wearing a suit that’s still crisp from the cleaners, a blue striped tie neatly fastened at his neck.

As soon as he notices her enter the room, he covers his eyes and spins his chair away from her. “Bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony,” he says, attempting levity. The joke falls flat.

“Good morning to you, too,” Scully replies drily, setting her briefcase on her chair. “You’re early.”

He peeks at her over his shoulder and turns back to face her. “Yeah, I, uh, thought I should get a head start on some paperwork since we’re taking a long lunch today.”

Long lunch. Is that what they call eloping nowadays?

Scully raises a brow. “That’s surprisingly reasonable of you, Mulder; are you feeling okay?”

He huffs a laugh. “I could use some coffee,” he admits. “Didn’t get the best sleep last night.”

A clumsy response flits around in her mouth, about the quality of sleep one should expect from a leather sofa, but she swallows it. Instead she pulls out her day planner, leafing through the pages until she reaches March eighteenth, scanning her notes. “We have a meeting with Skinner at ten,” she reminds him, setting the book down on the desk. “I’ll get us some coffee from upstairs, and then we can dig into that inbox.” She gives him a tight little smile before leaving the office in search of caffeine.

Mulder’s had a rough morning.

He woke up just after five and thrashed about on his couch for half an hour before giving up on sleep altogether. He threw on some clothes and went for a nippy predawn run, relishing the lactic acid burn in his sleepy muscles; chasing one ache down with another.

Back at home he showered and scrubbed every inch of his body clean, even though Scully wouldn’t see it. He shaved carefully, slowly tracing his jaw with the razor. He didn’t want a single nick to mar his skin today.

Every thought, every movement, every little choice he made this morning, was for her.

It was almost funny, them both arriving to the office early and desperately pretending everything was normal. He hopes this new fog of awkwardness around them eventually dissipates; the whole point of this arrangement was that, in spite of legal status, their relationship wouldn’t change.

Scully retreats to find them coffee, and Mulder heaves a sigh, slumping over his desk. He’s going to wrinkle his shirt, but what does it matter? As far as anyone else knows, it’s just another Tuesday.

He glances down and sees Scully’s date book open on the desk, filled with notes and appointments in her neat, slanting script. He angles it toward himself and casually scans the day’s page, two appointments catching his eye.

Get married, 1:00

Chemo, 4:00

He grips the edge of the desk, inhaling sharply. That deep, forbidden feeling hits him like a wave of nausea, rolling sickly sweet through his stomach. He wants to throw the book away, hide under his desk, dissolve into panic on the worn gray carpet of their office. She’s breaking her remaining days into neat little pieces, organizing them tightly in the grids of her calendar, squeezing every last drop of time out of them. And giving that time to him.

This is the worst way to want a woman, he decides. Selfishly lapping up every spilled second, thirsting for more than she can give. Probably more than she wants to give.

Scully walks back into the office, two styrofoam cups in hand. Mulder feels a quick burst of shame at having been caught reading her appointment book, as though it was a secret diary and not a simple calendar.

“It’s at one, in case you forgot,” Scully says, passing him a cup. Coffee, black, one sugar like always. She sits in the chair opposite him, hands cradling a cup of what appears to be tea, judging from the little paper tag fluttering from a string hanging out of it. He wonders how the ring in the small box in his pocket would look on her slender hands.

“Mulder,” she prompts, casting her eyes up at him as she blows on the surface of her drink to cool it.

“Sorry, was I staring?” he asks.

“Mm,” she nods, taking a careful sip. “I’m fine, if that’s what-”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “You. Um. You look very nice today, actually. That’s all.”

Her cheeks remain pale. “Oh. Well, thank you,” she says calmly. “You look very nice today too.”

That was the idea, Mulder thinks desperately, painfully. I wore this tie to match your eyes.

The minute hand on the clock lurches silently forward.

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mightyfineblog · 5 years

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‘Stand By Me’ -4-

Ben Hardy x Reader

Ch. 4

Summary: You are moving in your boyfriend’s flat. As you unpack, you remember the long road you two have walked down from when you met to where you are now.

Chapter summary: This chapter brings back a thigh clenching memory from last year, when Ben was on set of Bohemian Rhapsody, and you accidentally called him Roger. Oopps. So embarrassing for sure, but wait a minute. Did he just call you a groupie?

And why is Joe so suspiciously asking you two out to dinner?

Words (this chapter): 2.2k Warnings: fluff, smut, oral, name calling. No angst or tears this time.

So here is. Enjoy:

“Mmm” you snort, as you shuffle around searching to get to the blanket “Mso cold.” You growl, as you try to get it off Ben.

He snorts, turning on his side towards you.

“C’mere baby” he curls his arms around your waist, pulling you in his brace, pulling the blanket over your entangled bodies “Betta?”

“Mhmm” you groan against his chest. The corners of your lips curl into a smile, as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, while your hand is gently placed behind his neck. You close your eyes once again, feeling the moment.

Morning like these. Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of waking up in your boyfriend’s arms. His flushed cheeks and messy locks.

“I could stay like this forever” you murmur, planting gentle kisses along the side of his neck.

“Then let’s stay for a while longer.” Ben’s deep husky morning voice sends shivers from your head to toe.

“So sexy.” you sigh, biting your lip, at which he only lets a throaty moan.

“You’re the sexy one.” He flutters his eyelids open, rubbing them with his free hand.

You smile and climb onto of him straddling his waist, you lay you head over his chest.

“Your heart is pounding.” You lift your head to give his plump morning lips a chasteful kiss.

“All you baby” his hands brush over your hips.

“Shall we have breakfast and then unpack the rest of my things?” you draw circles on his shoulder.

“Glad you brought it up, I’m so hungry.” He growls, gently stroking your hair.

After another hour of snuggles, kisses and under the warm blankets, kisses and soft caresses, the two of you finally get up.

Opting for bagels with crunchy peanut butter and berry jelly, you get dressed.

Rolling up your sleeves, you open another box labelled ‘Accessories’.

“So I’d say these” you gesture the pile in front of you, “Go into the back of the closet, because I use them less.”

“Sure, baby, put them whatever you see fit. Just be careful with MY stuff.” He waves it off.

You push the box further, but stop at a plastic case at the very back.

“Hmm. What do we have here?” You bring the case into daylight. “A full on Roger Taylor costume. And, oh the wig.” You giggle.

The outfit reminds you of one particular moment from last year. It was the first few weeks of filming Bohemian Rhapsody. The set was just outside London. All crew members were settles in their trailers on the field, right next to where the stage for Live Aid was build.

You hum at the tingling feeling of that memory. Taking a seat on the bed, your hands brush along the shirt that was in the case. Closing your eyes you travel back to that particular day.

…

September 2017

Somewhere outside London, UK

Knock Knock

“I said I’ll be out in 5.”

Knock Knock

“Bloody hell, do you ever” Ben stands up from the couch and opens the door.

“Hope I’m not intruding.” I murmur, stepping back from his forceful gesture.

“Fuck, baby.” He chuckles shaking his head. “Noo. Come on in.” he extends his arm for me.

“Sorry I didn’t announce my visit Mr. Hardy, but the MI5 radio was broken this morning.” I playfully snort with snobby manner.

He chuckles, pulling me in for a hug “I’m glad you came over.”

“Are you now?” I give him a sweet pout with my lips.

“Msorry, I’m just so stressed out with this role.” His hands gesture his outfit.

“That’s why I came over.” I walk backwards pulling him by his vest, until the back of my legs touch the end of the bed. He takes a few steps with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yeah?” he cocks his head to the side lifting an eyebrow.

“Come here, pretty boy.” I coo as I hop on the bed. He follows, snuggling me in his brace.

“Mmm” I moan nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck “I like these…” my fingers toy with the necklaces hanging on his chest. “Any your random shirt” I trace the collar,

“Opened just perfect” I murmur against his neck.

He hums with a big smirk on his face, as the hand wrapped around my back squeezes tighter, eventually making me throw a leg over his, giving me a half-straddled position.

I just can’t keep my hands off him. Something about this outfit is tingling a little something inside of my stomach. My hand tugs gently at his wig, as I nip on his neck.

His hand keeping my hip secure over him, traveling up and down until he finally slides it under the skirt. Brushing his fingers around my bum, he grabs ahold of it, earning a squeak from me.

“Fuck. Come here, baby.” He growls, as he roughly drags me on top of him. Placing wet and sloppy kisses all around my neck, his hands grind me down onto his lap.

“Aah.” I gasp burying my fingers in his wig keeping him pressed against my showing cleavage.

“You like that? Hm?” his husky voice melting me in his hands. “Grinding down on me?” he quirks a brow.

“Mmm Roger.” You throw your head back as my hips pick up the pace, bringing painfully slowly to the friction I’m craving.

“What?” he pulls away. “You just called me Roger, babe.” He pushes me by the shoulders.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby.” I chuckle trying to hide down my embarrassment.

“Hmm” he licks his lips “Get over here.” He flips us over, making me lay flat on my back. Hovering between my legs he spreads the apart with his knee. Pressing down his hips he pins me against the bed, making me moan softly, as I stare between our bodies.

“Do you want ‘Roger’ to fuck you, petal?” he coos above my lips, barely touching them.

“Would I be such a bad girlfriend if I said yes?” I wriggle underneath him.

“Not a single bit.” He confides with soft voice. “In fact” he pins my hands above my head “I’ve always dreamed of having a groupie” he coos close enough for me to squirm under his breath.

“We gotta be quick, doll. I ain’t got long.” He grunts, as his free hand roams up and down your body. “And keep it down.”

“Please. I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a rock star, who also happens to play my boyfriend too.” Is all the wit I manage to pull off.

“You’re so fine, love.” His lips tremble on my chest.

“God. You’re squirming little existence is turning me on so much. I’m going to fuck you, and you won’t protest, will ya?”

“No. No it won’t” I shake my head in anticipation. His hand rolls my skirt up.

“So impatient. I love me a cute lil slut today.” He drags a finger on the outside of my knickers, making my head fall back at the new friction. And he does it again, earning a loud moan from my lips.

“Shh” his hand moves from my wrists to my mouth.

He stands up and quickly shoves down his pants and belt.

“Keep your clothes on B-Roger.” I lazily ask with a finger on my lips.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me over to the edge of the bed. One of his hands glides over my stomach and waist. His hand firmly glides from my throat to my chest, slowing down around my breast. His finger pinches and rolls my nipple, making me squirm even more.

“How does that feel?” he continues to touch me over my t shirt.

“Mmgood” I whine squinting my eyes, as I push my chest up to his grip even more “Please, oh, yes that feels so good.”

“Look at you.” He coos over me. “Poor little thing. So needy.”

He pulls me even closer to him. I achingly look over at his erected shaft, while his hands work my breasts, making my nipples even more sensitive than they already were.

“Get down, love.” He commands, and I know what he wants.

“Suck me. Suck me good.” He smirks with his eyebrows furrowed.

I slip in his feet, the most obedient way I can. I bring my lips to his glistening tip. I place a few soft kisses, before taking as much as I can in my mouth.

He grunts “Fuck, your tiny little mouth! Damn. Made for blowing.” He hand grips at my hair pushing me further, making me groan from deep within my throat.

“A good little groupie you are!” he moans as I bob my head up and down on his hard.

“Easy, easy now.” He stops my head, taking a moment to study my face.

“All drooling and messy. But you don’t get to finish me off yet.” He brings me up and tosses me onto the bed.

Placing my legs over his shoulders, he licks his lips, and lines himself at my entrance.

“Please.” I grunt, but before I can say anything else I feel him slamming inside of me in one harsh move. “Fuck” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut, while my hands grasp the sheets from each aide. At last, being filled by his cock, stretching me out, it almost hurts.

He hisses at the view underneath him, not spending another still second he starts fucking me mercilessly.

“Fuck. Baby.” I can feel him pooling in my arousal.

“What an amazing cunt.” He grunts. His words only adding to the heat building up inside of me.

“Do you like fucking me? Am I good enough shag for Roger Taylor?” I tilt my head to the side, squirming, trying my best to hold a normal voice from his hard ramming into me.

“So fucking good.” He whimpers picking up the pace. Yanking my hips to the sides, he cradles closer. Hovering over me, his lips find my neck. Nipping and biting over my pulsating veins, he reaches deeper in my core. Hitting one particular spot, giving me a heated burning feeling every time he presses against it. My hands release the sheets, finding their way into his hair, tugging on it, keeping his head on my neck and chest.

“Fuck, I’m so close. I’m so close.” I whine, as he bites on my collarbone.

“I’m almost there.” He growls, as his hand travels down between our bodies. His thumb finds my clit. Just from the pure friction of his dry thumb is enough to send my eyes rolling at the back of my head. I let a poem of cursing while my body is squirming and shaking, back arching, reaching my powerful orgasm.

“Aghh” he growls “You tight pussy convulsing onto my cock, shit, I’m coming.” He releases his long held hot mess with deep groans and toe curling motion. The way he closes his eyes is pure bliss for me, I can come again just from the flushes look on his cheeks.

“Baby. Baby” I pant.

“My personal groupie to fill up.” He gulps, before pressing a kiss onto my lips.

Ben stays still for a while longer, buried inside of me. I stroke the hair on his wig, as he places soft kisses all along my shoulder.

Finally pulling away, he grunts while putting his pants back up.

“Please.” I give him puppy eyes “Cuddle with me.”

“Hmm” he smirks shaking his head.

“Hey. You.” I throw a pillow at him to catch his attention. “I want my boyfriend back.”

He smiles warmly and crawls onto the bed, laying by my side. Stuffing a few pillows he rests his back against the wall. Pulling me in his arms, I sigh from exhaustion.

“I didn’t know shagging a rock star could be so…” I lift my shoulders.

“So, what?” he moves a few strands of hair off my face.

“Exciting. It was like, a stranger was screwing me.” I bury my head in his arm feeling the tiniest bit of embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s alright baby girl.” He lifts my chin up “We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to.” He kisses my nose, helping me relax my tensed muscles.

“I think I liked it.” I bite my lip, trying to avoid eye contact. he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

…

“Love?” you hear Ben shouting from the living room.

“Baby?” you hear him again, quickly flicking your eyelashes open.

“Huh? What? Did you say something?” you shake your head.

“Joe is inviting us for dinner. You wanna go?” he lifts a brow as his graze traces from you to the case and back.

“Yeah, sure. Be there.” You nod.

“Oh and uuh, he said to wear something fancier, we’re going to the Clos Maggiore.”

“Okay…. S a bit weird. Joe isn’t into such posh places.”

“I know” he makes a grimace “something ‘bout a surprise, idk” he places his hand over the speaker of the phone.

“Alight, cool. Tell him we’ll be there.” You leave the case aside and stand up. Passing by Ben you place a kiss on his cheek and skip to the bathroom to get ready.

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fangirlinsweden · 5 years

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Promises 11

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt, fluff

Word Count: About 4800 words

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

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Part 10

Promises Masterlist

Steve looked at Y/N and his heart was breaking. She was so lost right now. Something she never been. As long as he had known her she had been a rock for everyone in the team, but now… It hurt him and he wished he could do anything to help her. Whatever she needed. Whatever she would ask for he would give her without a second thought. He knew her like the back of his hand and he knew that she was not dangerous. Yes, she had gotten a lot of new powers and her firepower had obviously been magnified. But deep down he knew he would never ever be afraid of her. Never in a million years. She was still the same person that she always been, just more powerful. With a heart of gold.

Her new ability with fire was amazing. He could not get over how she handled the flame like it was a boll, tossing it from one hand to the next. It was mesmerizing. She was mesmerizing. He could look at her all day if she let him. She was the love of his life and he knew it. All that was left was for her to know it, but first, he needed to give her time. To get a grip of her new powers and to process what had happened to her. He just wanted to be here for her. Make her see that he was the one for her and that he would always be by her side.

You looked at Steve. He had still not said a word and your heart was beating faster and faster. You felt so alone and lost. Did he really think you were dangerous now? You extinguished the fire in your hand and start thinking about leaving the room, but where would you go. This was your room. Steve takes a deep breath and meets your eyes.

“You are not dangerous, Y/N,” he says and walks over to you. He hesitates before he takes your hands in his, and the hesitation hurts you. A week ago he would not have hesitated. “You are still you.” You nod at this and take a step back.

“I need to shower before I meet up with Dr Cho and Bruce,” you say and look at your feet to avoid looking at Steve’s face. Scared of what you would have seen if you looked. Steve sighs.

“Don’t forget to eat some breakfast,” he says and leaves the room after saying goodbye. You sink down on your bed. There is an ache in your chest and it is hard to breathe. It feels like the room is shrinking.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you send help,” you get out. A moment later Bruce runs in the room. He sinks down in front of you putting his hands on the side of your face.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce says with an extra calm voice. “Look at me.” You look up at him. “Take a couple of deep breaths with me.” You do as he says and the blackness around your vision disappears. Nat walks into the room and see what is happening. She sits down next to you on the bed and strokes your back. After a couple of minutes, the ache in your chest had eased away and you give Bruce a big hug.

“What happened?” Nat wonders and you just shake your head. Bruce gives Nat a pointed look and she does not ask anything more, but it seemed like they were having a quiet conversation between themselves.

“I am going to take a shower,” you say and stand up. Bruce blushes and stands up from the floor. Nat smirks and gestures for Bruce to leave the room.

“I will get us some breakfast while you shower,” Nat says and leaves you alone in your room again. This you really showered and when you walked out in your bedroom again Nat sat on your bed with two cups of coffee and two bagels. She handed you a cup and you took a sip. It was Caffé Mocha.

“Mmm... You really do know me,” you said to Nat, who chuckled at you.

“So what happened last night?” Nat wonders and takes a sip of her coffee. You look at her.

“I mean, I saw Steve walk into your room yesterday with blankets and chocolate and I saw him leave this morning.” You look away from Nat.

“He kept me company,” you answer and Nat look you up and down.

“Just company?” Nat smirks and you feel yourself get stiff.

“Yes, we watched Doctor Who and fell asleep. Then this morning we talked.” You say trying to relax.

“About your relationship?” Nat smirks, but you shake your head. Her eyes go wide for just a second, but you see it.

“No, about everything that happened with Beth and my father,” you say and take a bit from your bagel. After this, you eat in silence. You could feel her eyes on you, but you try to ignore it.

“Let’s get this check-up over with,” you say with a flat voice when you have eaten your breakfast. Nat nods. You need something to look forward to. And just like that, you get an idea.

“How about we get Wanda and Pepper to join us tonight and we get stupid drunk,” you smile at Nat and rubbing your hands together. Nat lifts an eyebrow at you and it’s like you are hit by a truck when it occurs to you.

“No!” you scream right out. Can you even get drunk now? Steve and Bucky could not get drunk. Well, unless they drank Thor’s mead. But that shit was just nasty.

You door is open with a boom and Bucky runs in.

“What happened?” he wonders looking around the room. You are standing there feeling utterly devastated. You could not get drunk.

“She just realised she can’t get drunk with us anymore,” Nat smirks and Bucky started chuckling. You shoot them a killing glare and stalks out of the room. Muttering under your breath about being a fucking super soldier. You hear them laughing at you. Maybe you should do like Steve and break a couple of boxing bags. At least you still had chocolate. Chocolate always understood.

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It had been over a month since you became a Super Soldier. You trained with Bucky and Steve. Tony had built you a fireproof room so that you could train to control your powers again and explore what you could do now. You could still control fire, but on a larger scale. Bruce thought it was the serum that made it easier for you to control. Another side-effect had been that you now could produce smoke. You looked forward to try and use that as cover on a mission, but Steve would still not let you get out in the field. He said that he wanted you to get time to get to grips of what had really happened. This made you angry. You really wanted to go out and fight the bad guys.

You had nightmares of what had happened to you, but you were dealing with it the best you could. Or at least that was what you were telling you yourself. In fact it meant that you were doing everything you could to keep it from Steve, and that was hard. Maybe he knew, maybe not. You had no real idea, he had not said anything about it. Since the first night he had slept in your room after your Doctor Who marathon, it has become a kind of reoccurring thing. At least three nights a week Steve falls asleep in your bed watching Doctor Who. His excuse was that he was invested in the story now, but it felt like he was worried about you. The night Steve slept in your bed was the only nights you never woke up drenched in sweat from nightmares. Even though you started the night with a bit of distance between the two of you, in the end, you were cuddled together and you often woke up in Steve’s arms feeling safe. The nights Steve was away on missions, someone else stayed at you. Even if you almost always started the night alone, you got your nightmares and F.R.I.D.A.Y. sent someone to your room. Last night Clint had slept in your bed and the night before it had been Nat.

Steve was away on a mission with Bucky and they were not expected to be back in at least two more days. You sat in your bed missing Steve, it was hard to wake up in his arms and not kiss him every morning. It was hard being so close to him and not be close to him. Not close like in a relationship. He treated you like a friend and nothing more. It was frustrating.

You remember back to one week ago.

You woke up to a sleeping Steve snuggling close to you. All you wanted was to cuddle with him and sleep the day away, but to go back to sleep with Steve was a luxury you couldn’t afford. Not when your feelings for the man so strong love and all he was giving you was friendship. Yes, of course, you had felt how he was affected by laying close to you. Every night and morning you felt the hardness of him close to you, but you always told yourself that it was only a natural response for a hetero man to react to a woman body.

“Good morning, Doll,” Steve whisper, nuzzles in your neck and kiss you right under your ear. It made your insides melt and you went wet so fast. Then he leaves your bed. Friends, you need to tell yourself to stop from attacking him with kisses and pull him back into your bed. You talked some before he left your room.

And then in the afternoon, there was a knock on your door, you thought it was Steve, but when you open your door it was your father. He had been calling every day since you got him booted from your hospital room, but you had never answered. You had not been ready to talk to him and the only person that seemed to understand that was Bucky. Everyone else had been on you to talk to our father. To get his side of things, but you just could not. He had kept things from you. Even if it just had been suspicions, to know they had been able to help you. Maybe Tony and Bruce had been able to stop what had happened to you or at least made you more prepared. And now there he had been outside your door. Maybe I was time to talk to him.

“Y/N, just hear me out and then I will leave,” Frank says before you can open your mouth. You step back and let him in. You see Steve standing in the corridor with a big smile on his lips and you just know he set this up. Steve had meddled and you were not sure how to react to that. You close your door and walk into your room. You gesture for your father to sit down in your armchair.

“Don’t get mad at Steve,” Frank says. “He only wants to help.” You nod at this. Yes, Steve always wants to help.

“You have every right to be mad at me for not telling you about my suspicions about Beth,” Frank starts. He is spinning his watch, but looking right at you. “But you need to understand, Y/N, that when I thought this you were just a child. I did not want to confuse you about her actions or make you into a lab rat somewhere.” He paused and shifts in the chair. You nod at him to continue. “I wanted to spare you all of it and when your mother left, I thought that was it. I thought we would never ever see or hear from her again. I had no idea that she was Hydra. The reason that I did not tell you when you got older was that I did not want to make you feel like an experiment, you are my daughter and I love you. No matter what Beth has done to you.” He stops talking and looks at you. A whole lot of thoughts are rolling around in your head and all you can think about it who much you wished that Steve been in the room with you. His arms around you were what you needed right now, and maybe even to hear what he thought about your father's explanation

“I told Steve all of this when he came to visit me,” Frank says and stands up. He walks over to your window. Steve visited your father. “I think he wanted to get an explanation of my behaviour. To understand my side.”

“Steve is a good friend,” you state and your father turns to you. His brows are almost up in his hair, but you try not to read anything into it. “I just can’t understand how you kept this from me all these years, dad.” Frank nods.

“I should have told you,” he says. “But I was scared of what the information would do to you. I was scared that I would lose you. I mean, what father does not notice that his wife is experimenting on their child. For years.” Frank draws his hands over his face.

“Do you know what she did to me and why?” you ask and Frank shakes his head. So you tell him all that you know and all that you had become because of it.

“Oh, honey,” Frank whispers after you told him. You could see that he wanted to hug you so you walk over to him and hug him. He pulls you tight and holds on to you like you are his lifeline. You can feel him shaking. It takes a while for you to understand that he is crying. So you stand there holding on to each other, giving each other time. After that, you talk for a couple of hours. A real honest talk about everything, or not really everything. You don’t talk about your feelings for Steve, but almost everything else. In the end, you decide to try and work on your relationship and give it time. Time to heal and time to understand each other.

So Steve had more or less helped you come to terms with your father. Frank and you had talked on the phone two times since his visit and had decided to get together for a dinner next week. It was hard for you to know what to do with Steve. He acted like a friend and the fact that he hadn’t asked you out on a date again, made you feel like he must have lost all his feelings for you when it came out that you were experimented on and a Super Soldier. It hurt. It hurt so much that sometimes it felt like you were going to scream. You wanted to talk to Steve about it, but were afraid to ask him. Afraid of what he would say. Maybe he would say right out that he did not want to date a science experiment. The only good thing that had come out of your wondering was that you had excelled on controlling your powers and knowing all the new things that being a Super Soldier entitled. And because Steve still would not let you go on missions you had started to feel left out. Like you did not any longer fit in with the Avengers. Some of your teammates treated you like you were made out of glass, not Nat and Bucky. They gave you hell in training and you loved it. Steve was the worst when it came to treating you like glass. He wanted you to take time to get to grips with everything, and that was probably the reason why you never told him about your nightmares. He did not need more to fuel his fire about keeping you at home and away from missions. You wondered if he thought you would break or if you would snap at a mission and kill everyone?

You had thought about leaving the team and join the X-men, but this was your family, in thick and thin. They deserved more from you than you leaving them. With those thoughts, you left your room and walked out to the common room. You missed Steve, but Nat, Wanda and Pepper were around. Maybe you could do some retail therapy, so you could forget everything for a while. Now that you no longer could get stupid drunk.

When you entered the room Nat, Wanda and Sam stopped talking. It was obvious that they had been talking about you, and it hurt. What were they saying behind your back? Where they saying what you thought about yourself? That you were a freak? A monster? A Science Experiment.

“Hey, guys!” you greet them trying to stay positive. They greeted you but did not seem that happy to see you.

“What are you up to?” you ask. Wanda and Sam look away, but Nat looks at you and smiles.

“Just talking,” she answers easy. You nod.

“You were talking about me,” you say and by the look on your face you see that it is true.

“What where you saying?” you ask trying to keep your feelings in check.

“Y/N, please don’t,” Wanda begs you. Sam is looking away, looking guilty. You felt like you have been hit by a train.

Steve walks into the elevator with Bucky. Their mission went a lot faster than they had expected. Bucky looks at Steve and must have noted his big smile.

“Are you going to have a Doctor Who marathon tonight again with Y/N?” Bucky wonders and Steve’s smiles grow even bigger.

“If she wants,” he answers.

“When are you going to take her out on a real date?” Bucky wonders and Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“You should do it soon,” Bucky says giving Steve a small push. “You don’t want her to think that you have lost your interest in her.”

“She knows I am giving her space to deal with everything,” he answers and pulls a hand through his hair.

“Are you sure?” Bucky sighs. “Did you talk to her?”

“No, I did not talk to her, but of course, she knows,” he says starting to get a bit irritating. Y/N knew, didn’t she? He slept in her bed when he was home. He knew that she had felt how his body reacted to being close to her. She must know that she had his heart. That she was the one.

“I am not so sure of that,” Bucky gave Steve a push again. The elevator door dings and they walk out. “Talk to her.” Just when Bucky said that they heard Y/N obviously unhappy voice.

“Where you talking about how I am a freak,” Y/N yells out. Then there is a paused. “No, wait I am a monster. A monster constructed by Hydra with one purpose to kill.”

“Y/N, you were experimented on without your consent. You are not a freak or a monster!” Sam almost screams.

“My mother is a monster,” Y/N voice is a bit shaky.

“You are not your mother,” Sam’s voice is strong.

“If you really think that then why do you treat me like this?” Y/N sob out. Steve’s heart is breaking. What had happened. He hurries on his steps. Almost there.

“Like what?” Wanda asks with a shaky voice.

They sprint to the source of voices and stop in the doorway. The scene in front of Steve makes his heart ache. Tears are running down Y/N’s face as well as Wanda’s. Steve starts to go into the room and take you into his arms, but Bucky stops him with his arm. He shakes his head at him and Steve stand back. Sam’s eyes flick to Steve and Bucky in the doorway and he also gives a small shake of his head. Both his friends wanted him to stay out of this, but it was breaking his heart. What had happened?

You felt everything hit you. Your friends were talking behind your back. They were keeping secrets. Where they afraid of you?

“Where you talking about how I am a freak,” you yell out, then paused. “No, wait I am a monster. A monster constructed by Hydra with one purpose to kill.”

“Y/N, you were experimented on without your consent. You are not a freak or a monster!” Sam almost screams at you. He is looking you right in your eyes, but it was too late.

“My mother is a monster,” your voice is almost cracking, but you stand your ground.

“You are not your mother,” Sam’s voice is strong. He is staring you down. You swallow.

“If you really think that then why do you treat me like this?” You sob out. Your heart is breaking. Where you really a part of the team anymore?

“Like what?” Wanda asks looking unsure. Did they really not see it? You nod at her and she knows that you are giving her the access to your brain. You can see on her face that she sees everything. Wanda flints, whimpers and tears split out from her eyes. Sam puts a hand on her arm. He looks at you to explain.

“Like I am made of glass. Like I am going to break. You are all walking around like you are scared of you,” You whisper with tears running down your cheek.

“You got to be kidding me,” Nat snaps at you. She is looking at you and she is pissed.

“We are not afraid of you.” Sam states crossing his arms. Wanda nods.

“Then what is going on?” You wonder and look around at your friends. Wanda looks down on the floor.

“You have been through a lot of things over the last couple of weeks. Found out a lot about your life.” Sam tries to explain.

“So what, you are waiting for me to freak out and kill everyone?” You almost shout out. You are trying to understand what is happening.

“Y/N, stop this,” Nat says, standing and start going to you.

“No, look at me, I am a monster!” You yell out. You raise your hands and a flame flickers in your hand before you extinguish it directly.

“Y/N, if you are a monster, what does that make me?” Steve steps in front of you. Where had he come from? Bucky is standing behind him. They should be away on a mission. They were back? You see Tony and Bruce walking into the room as well.

“What do you mean Steve? You are Captain America, a hero,” you spit out. You take a couple of breaths, trying to calm down. “Not like me.”

“I let them do this to me,” Steve said making a gesture to his body. “I am a science experiment. And I signed up for it. I knew what I was doing.”

“Yes, but for good reasons, Steve,” you defend him, not really knowing you did so. You cross your arms. “You wanted to fight in the war and save people.”

“There were other ways I could have done that, without letting them do this to me.” Steve states looking over at Bucky, who nods at him.

“We need you, Steve. Everyone does. You saved the world. You are a hero, not a monster.” You continue defending him. Tony looks at Bruce and smirks.

“Y/N, you are not a monster or a freak,” Steve raises his voice. “Look at Bucky, is he a monster?”

“No, he was a prisoner of war, made to do horrible things that he would never have done without Hydra.” You say matter of fact. Bucky’s face is getting red.

“What makes you any different?” Bucky wonders at this. He clears his throat. “You did not ask for this. All of this was done to you before you were born when you were helpless. And then when you were a child, by the person that should always take care of you.” You look at him, and then you look at Steve. Your eyes search out Nat, Wanda, Sam, Tony and Bruce. Everyone is looking at you with hope in their eyes.

“Uh..” is all you can get out. You look down at your feet.

“You are not a monster, doll,” Bucky says and the rest of them agree. You look around the room at your friends.

“Then why aren’t I allowed to go on missions any longer?” you ask and everyone looks over at Steve. The man is standing completely still like he is frozen.

“Steve?” you look at him. “Why?” Steve still hasn’t said a word, he looks over to Tony who shakes his head.

“You think I am dangerous, don’t you?” you whisper out trying to keep from collapsing on the floor. “You are scared I will kill people instead of saving them.” Nat and Wanda are sending death stares at Steve and everyone else is looking at him angrily. You really did not need this. You turn away from Steve and starts walking away. Maybe it was a good idea to leave the Avengers and join the X-men. Charles and Logan would always welcome you back to them.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” Steve screamed out. You and turned around to him. “Everything I do. Every time I fuck up. Is because I love you and don’t know what I should do. I never felt like this before.”

“You can’t be serious” you whispered and neither of you notice that the team leaves the room, even Tony. Bucky and Bruce had helped getting him out of the room. Sam had pointed at the cameras so Tony knew they could watch without being in the room.

“What did you think these last weeks have been about?” Steve looked pointed at you.

“I thought you wanted me back as a friend,” you admit with a whisper. He loved you?

“I am head over heels, madly in love with you,” Steve took a step against you. “I know I messed this up. I should have just asked you out on a date or actually talked and danced with you at the party.” You look at him not knowing what you should do. Part of you wanted to run into his arms and kiss him. The other part wanted to kick his ass for the shit he had pulled.

“You never tried to reschedule our date after we found my mother at the Hydra base. I took that as a sign you did saw things that made you stop wanting me” You admit, he was standing so close to you could feel the heat from his body and his breath on your face.

“I will never ever stop wanting you,” Steve says putting his hands on your hips. “I just wanted to give you time.”

“I don’t want time,” You say and look up in his eyes.

“How can you love someone like me?” You ask making a gesture to yourself.

“Easily.” Steve smiles. “Y/N, I have seen you at your best, but I have also seen you at your worst. And there is nothing that you can say or do that will make me stop loving you. You are the one for me. I promise you.“ In Steve’s eyes, you see everything that you ever wanted to see. The love and lust. The want.

“I love you, even when you are an idiot like now. What do you want?” Steve asks, smiling knowingly at you. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“I want you,” You smile up at him. His breath is on your lips and then he kisses you. A kiss that makes your toes curl and every doubt you ever had about his feelings disappear. All the love is in the kiss.

“I love you, Y/N,” Steve says as he breaks away to breathe. You smile at this.

“I love you too, Steve,” You say and kiss him again.

“Finally,” you hear Tony say over the speakers. Steve and you break apart.

“Shall we go somewhere we can be alone?” Steve asks you and you nod. He takes your hand and you quickly make your way to Steve’s room.

When you close the door behind you Steve takes you into his arms and kisses you. Your legs start to turn mushy. Steve takes a step back and looks at you with a loving gaze.

“I promise you that I will do my utmost to never fuck this up again,” Steve promise and you nod.

“I love you,” You smile at him.

“You know, I don’t think I will ever get tired at hearing you say that,” Steve says and he kisses you again. You feel happy and safe for the first time in months. And you knew that with Steve at your side you would get through whatever came your way.

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Satin Slippers - Part 3: Moderato

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High School!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Angst & Fluff!

Word count: 3502

The sun shone through your bedroom window, the light of day break waking you from your sleep. Today was the day of the Spring recital. You had awoken with knots in your stomach, but you weren’t sure if you were nervous for the show or due to the previous night with Peter.

The two of you hadn’t spoken since the evening where you almost kissed. You hadn’t attended school yesterday as you had a mandatory dance class and rehearsal during the day, leaving you unable to meet up with him for your usual morning bagel. He hadn’t responded to any of your texts, but you knew that the Avengers were particularly busy, as your dad, while back in the country, had been absent yet again.

You slip your toes into some fluffy slippers and walk into the kitchen to make some breakfast. The penthouse was quiet without the Avengers there to keep you company. Opting for some tea and oatmeal, you sit on the counter while you wait for the kettle to boil.

You pull out your phone and look at the last text you sent Peter.

8:47 am Y/N: Hey Pete? Can we talk?

9:32 am Y/N: I hope I didn’t freak you out last night, I’m sorry

1:23 pm Y/N: Can you give me a call when you have the chance?

3:54 pm Y/N: Stay safe xx ❤️

Had you scared him away? you thought quietly to yourself, grabbing your stomach to soothe the knots that were growing tighter with every passing minute.

You phone vibrated in your hand, a smile growing on your face as you hoped that it was a message from Peter.

To your dismay, it was Annabelle confirming that you would bring her an extra pair of tights. With a sigh, you reply quickly to your friend.

As you poured the hot water into your cup and bowl, being greeted by Pepper, who walked into the kitchen to join you.

“Good morning, superstar.” She smiles, kissing the top of your head.

“Good morning, Pepper.” You reply sweetly, sitting beside her at the kitchen table.

Pepper had always done her very best to treat you like one of her own children. She respected the fact that she wasn’t your mother and never tried to replace her, however, Pepper felt that you were her entire world. She had been a mother figure to you since you were four years old. She was truly the only mother you ever knew. When Pepper had started dating Tony, she knew that the two of you were a package deal and she never tried to change that.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” She says with a sympathetic look in her eye.

“Nothing.” You sigh, looking into your plain looking oatmeal. The berries you had hoped to dress it with had gone moldy in the fridge. Just another thing on your list to be disappointed about.

“I’ve known you long enough to sense when you’re off. What’s up?” Pepper presses, lifting your chin up so you could look her in the eye.

“I’m nervous…but not for the show. Peter hasn’t talked to me in two days and I think it’s all my fault.” You confess, a lump forming in your throat as fear washes over your body.

“Well, what happened? It’s not like Peter to just leave you hanging.” Pepper counters as she sits back into her chair.

“He was supposed to come over after my dance class, and he did. But I was a bumbling mess of tears because I am angry with dad. Peter was trying to console me and then we almost kissed, but dad interrupted us. Peter then rushed out of the tower and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. He won’t even reply to my texts.” You cry, a couple of tears falling onto your cheeks.

“Mmm, I see.” Pepper hums, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Think about how Peter is probably feeling. He’s been stuck on a plane and on a mission with your dad for the last 35 hours. The poor guy is probably sweating bullets and is definitely busy. I’m sure he will give you a call the moment they land.” She smiles, chuckling lightly. Pepper always knew the right thing to say.

“Now, the issue with your father. He’s a stubborn man, you know?” She laughs, “Part of him feels that he’s losing you, his little buddy. You’re interested in your own life now and Peter, and your dad feels left out. But because he’s stubborn, he won’t say anything and will just let you do your own thing while he focuses on work. Maybe you should try and talk to him tonight when we go for dinner?” Pepper suggests, grabbing your hand for reassurance.

“You’re right. I didn’t think of it that way.” You sigh, realizing that you should have tried to see things from your dad’s point of view.

“You aren’t supposed to, you’re young! You figure these things out over time.” She smiles while standing up. “I’d be happy to give you a ride to the studio, if you’d like?” Pepper adds as she wraps her house coat tighter to her body. “Maybe we could go for lunch beforehand?”

“I’d love that, Pep!” you chirp as you finish eating your breakfast.

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With your dance bag in tow, you and Pepper walk across the street from where you’ve parked and enter a cheery little café. It had the loveliest view of the harbor with the skyscrapers lining the horizon.

Pepper’s tall frame looked dashing in slick skinny jeans, riding boots and a black blazer, her red hair pulled back in to a sleek ponytail.

You on the other hand, had your messy locks slicked into a tight bun with baggy sweat pants, your dance jacket and uggs.

As the two of you got seated, you could see a large mass block out the suns view, and a rumble came from the ground beneath your feet. Trailing behind the darkness in the sky, flew Iron man. You could see Spider-Man swing from the buildings across the horizon.

With a sigh, Pepper looked at you and said, “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure they’ll be on time for tonight. All you should focus on is yourself.” She consoles with a smile.

Unfortunately, seeing your father and crush sweep through the city had become a common occurrence for both you and Pepper. If it had been something incredibly serious, the rest of the Avengers would have been called and Tony would have contacted the both of you. However, these missions often took a while and the chance of the two of them arriving on time, let alone at all, was incredibly slim.

You gave Pepper a look, as if to say that you knew your dad would once again miss another show.

“Well…You can count on me!” Pepper says overly enthusiastic tone, trying to cheer you up. A sigh escaping your lips as you looked down at your menu.

Meanwhile…

Peter and the rest of the Avengers had just landed after a quick trip to Washington. There had been some suspicious activity at the Pentagon that needed resolving from the team. As they landed, Peter had whipped out his phone out to message you. He had been so busy that he hadn’t had the chance to reply to you. As if fate was in his way, just as he was about to hit ‘send’, more trouble arose causing both Tony and Peter to jump into action.

The henchmen from the mission at the Pentagon had followed the Quinjet to New York, unfortunately, only Tony and Peter had been on board as the rest of the gang had stayed back in Washington to keep an eye on things.

“uhm, Mr. Stark?” Peter says hesitantly, webbing the bad guys that were trying to interrupt Tony, who was working on disabling what seemed to be the central line of the aircraft.

“What, kid?” He shouts back.

“It’s 6:30!”

“So? Can’t you see that we are a little busy?” Tony replies sharply, annoyed that Peter was interrupting his work.

Peter takes a punch to the face, shooting a web at his attacker. The web pins the henchman to the wall allowing Peter to go after the others.

“The show starts at 7!” Peter reminds, drop kicking one of the bad guys that was aiming a gun at Tony.

“What show!? Kid, you should be more focused on the task at hand rather than your How I Met Your Mother reruns-“

“No! Y/N’s show!” Peter interrupts hastily.

Tony had completely forgotten among the chaos over the past few days. He was grateful to be wearing a mask as it concealed his shame and embarrassment. The last thing he needed was to let you down.

“Then I guess we better get moving!” He shouts, kicking his suit into high gear.

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At the theater, you were pacing back and forth in the hallway that lead to backstage, the sound of your point shoes making an annoying tapping sound on the hardwood.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? You are never this nervous.” Annabelle asks in a concerned tone.

“It’s nothing.” You sigh, looking at the clock on the wall.

A familiar red head pops behind the stage door.

“Any news from them Pepper?” You plead, searching her face for an answer.

“Nothing yet. Don’t sweat it, kiddo. Just go out there and do your best, okay?” She smiles as she adjusts the tiara on the top of your head. “You look perfect. Now, let me have my proud mom moment and pose for a photo!” Pepper laughs as she pulls out her phone, snapping a photo of you on pointe and a silly one with Annabelle.

That small moment with Pepper was enough to calm your mind for the time being, until you reached the wings of the stage. You couldn’t get Peter out of your head. You were so worried about his well-being, and on top of that, the state of your friendship.

After what felt like eternity, the stage hands gave you the cue to set yourselves in the wings before taking your position on stage.

You could hear the crowd clapping as you nervously walk on stage to set your place. You look over at Annabelle who gives you a wink for good luck. You place your self in the center of the stage and hold your breath. It wasn’t until the curtains opened and that you had turned around, that you saw, not only Pepper, but your dad and Peter, in the front row, safe and sound.

With that, you breathed a deep sigh of relief, allowing yourself to fall in tempo to the music.

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A roar of applause filled the theater as you and your friends walk to the front of the stage for a bow. You could see faintly, a giant smile on Tony and Pepper’s faces. Peter looked completely astonished.

This ballet had been one of the most beautiful things Peter had even seen. He compared it to the first snow fall of the year, how magical and captivating it could be. Peter thought that you were simply radiant. He could tell where you were among the corps de ballet by your stage presence alone. He knew his girl.

Scrambling backstage in a line that resembled ducklings, you took in a deep breath, a large smile forming as you exhale.

“Way to go, Y/N!” Your ballet mistress says as she gives you a long congratulatory hug. “The Mazurka was beautiful and vibrant. Keep up the great work! You never know, we might give you something bigger for the Christmas recital.” She mentions with a coy smile as she walks away to congratulate another soloist.

You walk to the dressing room and plop down at your vanity, flicking on the lights that shone around your mirror. Annabelle sits beside you and gives you a giant smile.

As you take out your earrings, she taps your shoulder and leans close to you. In almost a whisper, she says “There’s a cute boy waiting for you at the stage door, I can only assume that it’s Peter?” Annabelle giggles, excited for her friend.

You felt your stomach drop. You knew that he was here, why did this come as such a surprise? Maybe you were stressing because you haven’t spoken, let alone seen, Peter in almost 3 days and now you had no idea as to what he was going to say.

Standing up and taking a shaky breath, you turn towards the hall that lead you to the stage door. As you were about to walk out of the dressing room, Annabelle shouts “Good luck!”.

You hesitantly push open the stage door, standing before you, with his back turned, was an incredibly nervous Peter Parker. In one hand he held a bouquet of flowers and the other running through his brown, wavy hair.

“Peter?” You say softly, stepping lightly down the couple of stairs that led into the lobby.

As Peter turned around, his jaw dropped. You look even more stunning in person! Peter thought to himself.

“Wow, you’re beautiful.” Peter sighs, his eyes staring gracefully into yours. “The whole performance was beautiful…wow.” He smiles, handing you the bouquet. “Th-these are for you.” Peter stutters. For some reason he was suddenly nervous, his hands shaking as he gives you the flowers.

“Thank you, Pete.” You smile, accepting the beautiful flowers. You took a light sniff at the vibrant, fragrant buds.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve been MIA.” Peter spits out, his big, brown eyes looking at you sincerely.

“Peter, it’s okay. You were more than a little busy.” You chuckle, walking closer to the boy, noticing a small bruise forming underneath his eye. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.” You say, leaning in closer to Peter.

“You know, I really wanted to kiss you the other night.” He smiles, holding the sides of your face in his hands.

“I know.” You say, biting your lower lip as you look up at him.

“Is it too late?” He asks, a concerned look in his eyes.

“It’s never too late.” You reply, a smile growing across your lips. You felt as if you had a million butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Your cheeks grew hot as Peter leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours in a much-anticipated kiss.

You lean into his kiss, deepening it as your wrap your free hand around his neck.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulls the two of you away from your kiss. You peer over Peter’s shoulder and catch Pepper hitting your father with the programme from the recital. Peter turns around quickly to see Tony standing there.

“Uhm, Mr. Stark, I can explain-“ Peter stutters, anxiously running his hand through his hair. He was slightly embarrassed to be caught by your dad.

“There is no need, Peter.” Pepper smiles, interrupting whatever Tony was about to say. She walks over and gives you a big hug and a kiss on the head. “You were incredible, kiddo. Can I take a picture of you and Peter, with those beautiful flowers?” Pepper winks as she lines up the two of you and snaps a photo with her phone. “Tony, why don’t you step in with them.” Pepper asks, but it came out sounding more like a demand. He walks behind the two of you and places a hand on your shoulder. Once Pepper had finished taking photos, he turns you to face him.

“I’m so proud of you, kid.” He says with a tear in his eye. “Thanks dad.” You smile, giving him a giant hug. Tony wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in closer. “Your grandmother would have been so proud.” He whispers in your ear.

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The following morning, your dad woke up early to cook you breakfast. You woke up to the aroma of bacon filling the air. As you entered the kitchen, you saw your dad wearing Pepper’s pink, frilly apron as he flipped bacon in the pan.

“Morning dad.” You smile, sitting on one of the bar stools that was directly in front of the stove.

“Mornin’ kiddo. I thought the two of us could sit and chat over breakfast?” He says happily, a nervous gaze in his eye.

“I’d love that, dad.” You smile. The fact that your dad was attempting to make things better meant the world to you.

Once breakfast was ready, the two of you sat across from each other at the table, making silly faces at each other until one of you broke down laughing. Having broken the tension through that childhood game, Tony clears his throat and gazes at you with a serious look.

“I’m sorry that I have been absent, Y/N. I am so sorry. I know I’ve been an ass lately but it’s no excuse. I’m your dad and I should have been there for you. I felt like I was being replaced, but I had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager, captivated in my own life. Busy with school and friends, falling in love with not only people, but passions. I’m sorry. It’s a tough time and my dad bailed on me when I was your age, and I realized that the last thing I wanted was to become like my father. I let myself down, but even worse, I let you down.” He sighs, a lump forming in his throat.

You take his rough hand in yours, and smile.

“It’s okay, dad. I understand. I’m just happy that we are here, together, now. And that you came last night. That’s all I need.” You reply. You were just relieved to have your dad back.

“Well, since that’s cleared up…what’s the deal with Parker?” He asks sternly, a cool look in his eye.

“I have no clue.” You sigh, thinking about the kiss last night.

“What do you mean ‘I have no clue’!” Tony mocks in a high-pitched tone. “Clearly, you and spiderling are into each other.”

“Easy there, dad. I wouldn’t go that far-“ “Kid, the two of you were practically on top of each other last night. Invite the kid over and talk to him.” Tony laughs.

“You won’t be mad? Like, if we were to date?” You ask shyly, worried at what your father’s reaction might be.

“Why would I be mad? Peter is a great kid, who has excellent marks in school and a great heart. He’ll take care of you, he’s already proven that to me.” Tony smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

“But I thought because of mom-“

“Look, there is more to that story than you know. You are not your mother. Pepper, myself and your grandmother raised you to be better than that. I was in a bad place at that time…Peter is nothing like me. I’ll tell you the rest over a glass of rye when you’re of legal drinking age.” Tony laughs, “So? Are you going to call him, or do I have to do it for you?”

With a gulp, you pull out your phone and text Peter, asking him to come over around noon.

“There. I did it.” You sigh anxiously as you hit send. Within seconds, your phone buzzed with a reply from Peter.

Pete 💖: I’m in the area, could I swing over now?

Looking up at your dad, “Peter said he’s in the area and asked if he could swing by now? Would you mind?” You ask politely. “I just don’t want to step on your toes- “ “Baby girl, go for it. I guarantee you that he’s been hovering around the Tower all morning.” Tony smirks, having known this as a fact.

Peter was caught on the security cameras numerous times this morning, as he had been anxiously swinging around, wanting to come in and talk to you, but his nerves had gotten the best of him.

Peter wanted so desperately to tell you all his feelings. Aunt May had encouraged him to go over and talk to you, but he was so caught in his own head that receiving your text had given him the boost that he needed.

The elevator doors opened and revealed an incredibly nervous Peter Parker.

You had no idea how he could be so brave and outrageous when he wore the Spider suit but when it was just Peter, he became so shy and vulnerable.

“Mornin’ Parker!” Tony hollers, frightening the timid spider-boy.

“Good m-morning, Mr. Stark. Is Y/N home?” He asks politely.

You pop your head from around the table and smile.

“Mornin’ Pete!” You reply cheerily. “Wanna go for a walk?”

This gave you two the chance to be alone without your parents eavesdropping on the two of you.

With a relieved smile on his face, Peter agrees and follows you to the elevator.

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