Summary | Scrawny Steve Rogers has been your best friend since elementary school. Despite his powerful mob boss of a father, known only to those as the King of New York, you’re his protector and confidante. As the time passes and your lives go different routes, the tables have turned and you need him to protect you.
Clint keeps a watchful eye over you as you look down at the black cars that pull away in succession away from the curb, fingers fisting the drapes as you try to remember to breathe. There’s much at stake now that you are back home, safe and sound. Bucky has been searching endlessly for her, leaving nothing unturned as the city is thrust into turmoil. With Bucky’s attention focused on finding his assistant, rival factions have tried to come forward to claim his territory. Even if they haven’t been successful – much in part to Steve’s men also flexing their muscle – the need to continue to attack when the defenses are weak will keep coming.
The city hasn’t been the same since news broke that someone took Bucky’s girl. News of Rumlow’s death is barely a blip, Steve seeing him sink under his watchful eye.
The decree for you to stay put was one that you wholeheartedly agreed with, even as your heart ached at the sight of seeing Steve leave. Sarah was moved in temporarily as a safety precaution, to make sure everyone was safe under one roof, even if she protested that she knew how to protect herself. There was only one place that Bucky hadn’t looked and the location was one that you knew all too well, whispering the location in Steve’s ear before you made him promise you that he’d be safe.
“We’re gonna get her back safe and sound, Buck.”
Bucky stares at the house, his stare unmoving as Steve observes his hand on his gun.
“It’s the same house they kept her,” Bucky swallows, his voice hard. “If so much as a hair is out of place on her head, I’m burning it down.”
Steve nods, knowing he’ll do the same. They’re both armed to the teeth, Sam insistent on coming along as the lookout while he nods in the rearview mirror.
“No time like the present,” Sam says quietly. “Get justice. For the both of them.”
They aren’t alone, their backup down the street. Bucky’s specifically requested to do this alone, even as Steve knows that it’s the adrenaline, the anger talking that makes him feel invincible. It isn’t that Bucky can’t handle himself – Steve knows he can. It’s that they’ve taken a hit, one that Steve himself is still trying to reconcile with. His thoughts go to you for a moment, reminding himself that you’re safe, away from the place that caused so much pain.
Bucky opens the door, slipping out of the SUV while Steve follows behind.
It’s a blur when the first bullet rips through the air, pelting the bulletproof glass as Bucky continues on, crouching down while Steve follows behind. This isn’t new – a few tours while in the Army made them both pros at gunfire, firing back before the door swings open.
Rollins stands in the doorway, a smirk stretching across his lips. They have to play this carefully. It’s a ploy, something Bucky knows as he steadies his hand on his gun. He knows there are more men than the ones they saw.
“Couldn’t stay away, could you Barnes? I already had them put a bullet in you once. It appears you want the next one between your eyes.”
“Not if I get to you first,” Bucky promises, his gun trained on Rollins’ head. “Where is she?”
“Your assistant? In the back, getting acquainted with some of the little contraptions your girl had to get used to,” Rollins snaps, his gaze on Steve. “She was pro after a while.”
“What makes you think I won’t kill you right here?” Bucky growls.
“The same reason you’re hesitating. You need me, Barnes. You kill me and you don’t answer to my men. But a much higher power.”
“It’s worth it.”
Rollins’ eyebrow arches as he pauses.
“She killed Rumlow,” he says after a long moment. “Didn’t think she’d have it in her.”
“Move,” Bucky demands.
“You have no idea how much trouble is coming your way,” Rollins says, moving away from the door. “But have it your way.”
Bucky pushes past him as Steve follows, his eyes following Rollins as he puts up his hand.
“We could have had a deal,” Rollins mentions to Steve, who continues to follow Bucky down the hallway.
“You know it’s a trap, right?” Steve mutters to Bucky who nods as he stares at a closed door, amid muffled cries.
He doesn’t hesitate to bust the door down, firing without a care once he sets his eyes on the two men holding baseball bats. Her muffled scream through the gag at the sound – the sight – is silenced once he cuts the ropes at her arms as she sags into his arms.
Steve stares blankly at the baseball bats amid the bodies that lie on the ground, still writhing in pain. This is a small amount of mercy, Steve knows. At least for the moment, noting the wounds will lead to a bleed out if medical care isn’t provided.
Steve surveys the room, his chest tightening at what he knows you were once subjected to.
What Bucky’s assistant could have been subjected to.
Anger floods through him while he leads the way back, Rollins with his hands up while their men are standing outside with their guns raised. No neighbors for a few miles would make this an easy kill. But Steve knows that this is still a trap, especially with how Rollins is calm, his eyes following Bucky as he heads out the door with his assistant in his arms.
“What’s the game?” Steve asks, Rollins’ lips forming into a smirk.
“You’re a smart one, Rogers, I’ll give you that. Your girl gave up the information quickly.”
“Don’t mention her.” Steve’s tone is low, a warning for him to not continue.
“Always been a little soft. Even when she was barely conscious, she still held onto the belief that she was going to make it through. Guess you saw to that, didn’t you?”
“We’re done here,” Steve tells him, moving past him.
“Congratulations on your impending bundle of joy,” Rollins calls out. “Building an empire. Just like Rome. You even have your own Brutus.”
Steve stops in his tracks, turning on his heels at the words. He can hear Sam’s voice as he stares at Rollins, the words sinking in.
Clint looks up from his book, watching you move around the kitchen as you pluck a fork from the drawer. His hands shake at what he knows he’s supposed to do. Sarah is upstairs, taking measurements for the nursery that is still in the works. Clint knows that Steve will be home shortly, perspiration dotting his forehead while he hears you call his name so that you can share your food with him.
“Be there in a minute!”
He could come clean right now. Beg for your forgiveness and he knows he would get it. God, he thinks to himself, the knife in his pocket a reminder that he had many chances before this and he didn’t do it. A year of mounting debt would do that to a person. Thankfully, he’d gotten his family back after being on the brink of despair but the deal with the devil himself had proven to be harder to pay back than he originally realized.
It could have been seen as a mistake, Clint wonders, the quiet ceremony you had for your mother and no one else. Rollins could have taken the shot and Clint had found himself standing strategically in front of you so that he’d have to go through him to get to you. Even when he was supposed to be finishing the job, he couldn’t help it.
Rumlow he could handle. He never liked the man, choosing to get in a few punches before Steve and Bucky had come in to deliver their own brand of justice to Rumlow. Rollins had been another story. A dangerous man with an even more dangerous plan to take apart Steve and Bucky’s empires. Most would go for the money. The man in question had waited, biding his time until you had materialized and he could see Steve change. Bucky’s assistant had been the icing on the cake.
The abduction had been too easy, Clint pretending to be overpowered.
He hadn’t expected Peter to be in the way. The kid was always where he wasn’t supposed to be.
He also hadn’t expected you to fire the shots that killed Rumlow.
“Clint?” your voice carries over to him, his head snapping up at the sight of you. “Are you coming?”
“You go on ahead, I’ll eat whatever you don’t.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just…” he trails off with a hard swallow. “Been a long day. You go eat. Want me to get Sarah?”
“No, she’s still measuring and ordering things,” you answer with a tired sigh. “I would like to see Peter.”
“When Steve comes back, I promise,” Clint lies, hoping you can’t pick up on his uncertain tone.
That appeases you for the moment, disappearing back into the dining room. He could do it now. He’s done it countless times, his hands shaking as he stands. It wouldn’t be one life he would be ending.
It would be three.
Steve would never recover. Even if Clint was dead and gone – which is what he knows he deserves – it would do nothing if he lost you, let alone the baby. Life has been cruel for you and for Steve, the debt still hanging over his head.
“Shit,” Clint mutters, tears brimming in his eyes.
He strides to the table where you sit, eyebrows knitted in worry as you look at your phone.
“They found her,” you tell him quietly. “She’s going to be okay.”
The news hits him like a punch to the gut. She was supposed to be dead. Relief floods him at the thought, dropping to his knees as you reach out for him, his head buried in your lap. It’s a sign. He knows it.
“Forgive me,” Clint whispers through his tears. “I can’t do it.”
“Do what?” Your voice is gentle. Soothing. He doesn’t deserve this.
“I can’t,” he denies. “Please forgive me.”
“Clint,” you try again, your hand on his shoulder. “What is going on? Tell me what’s wrong, maybe we can fix it.”
He knows his grip on your leg is tight as he finally lets go, sniffling as his red rimmed eyes burn with every blink. He digs in his pocket, placing the knife on the counter.
“That was for you,” he tells you, your eyes filled with shock at the sight as his words finally evoke a reaction. “I can’t do it.”
“It was you,” you say flatly, swallowing hard. “Clint…”
“I have to go.”
“You’ll stay where you are, Barton,” Steve says behind him. “And get away from her.”
Clint steps away as Steve eyes the knife on the table, Sam behind him. Clint isn’t surprised when he sees Steve, his gaze hard, the betrayal in his eyes amid the hurt that he knows Steve is dealing with.
“We were brothers, Barton,” Steve says quietly, standing in front of you as Sam takes you away from the table.
“Steve,” you begin.
“No,” Steve snaps, not looking in your direction. “You put her in danger once. I forgave you. Thought it was an oversight with everything you were dealing with. The second time? Putting her and our baby in danger? Unforgivable.”
Clint watches as Sam guides you away, even as your mouth opens to protest before you see Steve’s hard glare. Once you’re gone, Steve sighs with a shake of his head.
“You could have told me you were in trouble. It wouldn’t have to end this way,” Steve says quietly. “You were family, Clint. How do I reconcile with that?”
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know that,” Clint rushes out. “Whatever you do, I deserve it. But I promise you, I wasn’t going to do it. I thought about it, I did, man, I did. But I can’t hurt her. Even at the cemetery, I stood in front of her. I don’t deserve any leniency. I know that.”
Steve swallows at his admission as he leads him out the door.
“Good. At least we both agree on that.”
Bucky smooths down her hair as she sleeps. His men know that he’s officially unavailable for the night. Maybe the next few nights, depending on how everything goes. There’s too much to process, his mind on her and not on the impending threat that hangs over the horizon.
“You’re brave, doll,” Bucky says against her forehead as she snuggles up to him in her sleep, wrinkling her nose at the contact of his lips against her temple. “I’m sorry putting you through all of this.”
When it all settles, Bucky thinks about what this will look like when it’s over. Truthfully, you haven’t had a chance to see a side of him that doesn’t involve his public persona, save for the small date where it was cut short. He never used to make anyone the priority.
He wants to now.
He needs to, he knows this as he leaves her side for a moment, his phone lighting up.
“Boss,” the voice on the other end says. “We torching the place?”
“Yes,” Bucky answers without hesitation.
“But he’s… still inside.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky answers. “Burn it to the ground.”
“You got it, Boss. Have a good night.”
He tosses his phone back onto the counter, sitting back on the bed as he makes sure she’s still in a deep sleep.
Peter wakes, blinking at the sight of someone he hasn’t seen in weeks. She flips through a magazine, frowning at something before she turns it around to show him.
“That’s fashion now?” she mutters with a shake of her head. “Ca-razy.”
“MJ,” Peter mumbles, trying to sit up. “What… what are you doing here?”
“Your boss told me what happened. I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Peter doesn’t want to talk about how MJ is the love of his life or how she was the last thought when he was lying on the kitchen floor, wondering if he’d ever see her again. Even with her hair pulled into a bun, curly stands every which way, he knows she’s probably been here longer than he suspects.
“I’m not saying we’re back together or anything,” she qualifies, scooting her chair closer to him. “But… I don’t know. I’m here.”
Peter closes his eyes as he nods.
“That’s… that’s good,” he breathes. “I’ll take it.”
Steve hears your soft knock at his office, his voice low when he tells you to enter. He can tell you’re upset, the way you stop at the front of his desk, placing your hands on the glossy wood.
“What did you do with Clint?”
Steve doesn’t answer, leaving the question in the air.
“He didn’t hurt me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Steve says quietly, trying to keep his cool. “He put you in harms way. And then when that wasn’t enough, he put you and our baby in danger. He’s a rat.”
“But he didn’t go through with it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” He knows to watch his tone, his eyes narrowing as you do the same.
“Why not? You said I could speak freely when we were alone. We’re alone.”
“Because what I do to someone who puts the love of my life in danger is my own business. You’re safe and that’s what matters. If you want to discuss anything else, I will be happy to. But I won’t discuss that.”
“Steve, I understand that you are upset.”
“You have no idea. I almost lost you and Bucky almost lost her.”
Steve looks you right in the eye when he answers you.
“Were you going to tell me or did I have to ask?”
“I was going to tell you when it was time.”
He can see your lip tremble as you turn your back on him, Steve getting up from his chair as it crashes into the bookshelf. You’re pulled against him as you try to push him away.
“No. No, Steve,” you sob, his voice in your ear as he soothes you, his hands at the small curve of your belly as your hands fall away.
“I had to,” Steve whispers against your ear as he turns you around, your head on his shoulder as he grips you tight. “You’re always going to hate this part, I know it. I’d burn it all down for you. I almost did.”
When you lift up your head, he knows you’re trying to reconcile with all the emotions that have hit you all at once. The look in your eyes breaks his heart as his hand circles the back of your head, kissing your forehead.
“Don’t think about it,” Steve murmurs against you. “We’re going upstairs and I’m going to make sure you get some sleep. In the morning, we’ll talk about it. I promise.”
Your head bumps under his chin as you sniffle.
“I love you,” Steve reminds you, his voice full of conviction. “And if I didn’t have to do this, I wouldn’t.”
“I love you too,” you answer, your voice quiet as he searches your eyes for any sign of distress before you duck your head back under his chin. “I don’t want to go bed yet.”
For long minutes, he holds you close, listening to your breathing as it calms, your arms around his waist. He’d hold you like this forever if you wanted.
“I’m scared,” you admit, his hands rubbing your back gently.
Request: Could you please do a Natasha x Reader where the reader is Spider-Woman from a different universe that ends up coming from her universe by plummeting to the ground outside the Avengers Compound? She wakes up in the medbay with no clue where she is & has to adapt to this new universe. Grows close with everyone especially Natasha & Peter. Eventually, asks Natasha out. Thanks
By this point, everyone knows how the story goes. Spider bite, superpowers, web slinging and saving the citizens of Queens.
You had been a friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman for quite some time now. She thought she had seen it all, but every once in a while something seemingly impossible happened.
For instance, imagine one moment you're swinging through the sky and the next, you're swallowed by some portal. Going through said portal leaves you plummeting to your death with nothing around to web on to.
You tried to make a web for you to land on, but you were falling too fast. You smashed into the ground, and you were knocked out on impact.
The impact was loud enough to alert the people inside the place you landed by. Lucky for you, those people were probably the most equipped to deal with what just happened to you.
Tony used the cameras outside the facility to locate the cause of the noise. When he saw you outside, unmoving on the ground, he rushed out of the compound. The rest of the Avengers trailing behind him.
When they got up close and personal, they were confused.
" This isn't Peter"
" It doesn't matter who she is. We have to take her to medbay immediately," Natasha is the one to pick up your limp body and carry you to the medical sector.
While the doctors work on you, they remove your mask. Natasha was a little shocked by your appearance. You had soft, delicate, features, but you obviously weren't a kid like they had initially thought.
She wanted to stay with you the entire time you were in medbay, but Tony had called her urgently, when he got the footage of how you ended up in front of the compound.
All of the Avengers watched the tape, but not even Tony was grasping what happened.
It seemed like one second you weren't in the sky and the next you were falling out of it. They took note of how you tried to brace for impact, knowing that had to mean you were somehow like Peter but not exactly him.
" So she just fell out of the sky?" Wanda questioned.
" That's what it looks like, we'll ask her when she wakes up," Cap remarks while watching the clip.
" I'm calling Peter, maybe he can help if she's like him"
The conversation didn't have time to get any further as a nurse interrupted the meeting," We have a problem"
You were awake and confused. How did you get here? Why were you attached to this machine? Where was your mask? Who were these people?
Your brain swirled with questions, and panic settled into your bones. You tried to leave, but the doctors strapped you down before you could slip out. You were weak and everything hurt, but you still struggled to get out of the binds.
You were screaming out for help, but no one was helping. They were all just staring at you.
" What are you doing? Untie her right now. Why is she strapped down in the first place? Are you all not professional doctors? Do you not know how to calm someone in duress?" A red-headed woman was yelling at everyone as she stormed into the facility.
At her words the doctors unstrapped you, and you sat up in a hurry. When the woman reached you, you noticed that there were others with her.
" The doctors may not have made it seem like it, but we're only trying to help you," she addressed you.
" Where am I?”
" You're at the Avengers compound," one of the men with dark hair answered.
" Okay, where are the Avengers?"
The team all share a look at each other before Bruce speaks up," Can you tell us who they are?"
You hesitate but nod," Black Widow, Blade, Nerd Hulk, Gregory Stark, Nick Fury, Red Wasp, Hawkeye, War Machine."
" I knew she fell from the sky, but I think she might be from an entirely different universe," Bruce tells the team.
" Different universe?" You question and they look at you.
The man with blonde hair sets his hand lightly on your shoulder," We are the Avengers kid"
That day changed everything for you. Needless to say, you had a hard time processing everything.
You had a life, friends, and your poor uncle was probably going crazy looking for you. It wasn't your fault, but you felt guilty for leaving them all behind. It wasn't about what your universe would do without their Spider- Woman; it was about what your loved ones would do without Y/n Y/ln.
You spent at least a month swinging through the sky hoping another portal would suck you back into your world, but it didn't. You were stuck here with these Avengers and their Spider-Man.
He wasn't a man at all, really. He was definitely a boy, but he reminded you of yourself at that age. There was this weight on his shoulders that the Avengers didn't seem to fully grasp, but you did. Of course, you did, because in a way he was you.
Peter was one of the few things that felt like home to you. He felt familiar, and you were the most comfortable around him, despite his age. You two just understood each other.
For that reason, the Avengers convinced Aunt May to let you live with them. Aunt May was the sweetest woman you had ever met. You adored her tough love, and you admired how much she cared for Peter.
You were surprised by how welcoming she had been to you. It had only been a few months, but you definitely thought of Aunt May as a motherly figure, seeing as you never really had one before.
May wasn't the only one who felt like a parent in your eyes. Tony worked tirelessly to try and find a way to get you back home. He spent almost all of his time searching for a way to return you to your universe.
When he wasn't actively searching for an answer, he made sure to check in with you. He wanted to know more about you and at first you thought it was for science purposes, but it wasn't. You noticed when you were around, he made sure something you liked was also around.
If you were in the lab, he'd play your favorite music. If you were in the compound, he'd put on your favorite show. He even made sure to take you shopping for new clothes. He was reluctant to actually say the words, but you knew that he had grown fond of you.
Actually, all of the Avengers had grown quite fond of you. If Tony was like a father and May was like a mother, then the Avengers were your siblings. You loved being around them. They were nothing at all like the Avengers from your timeline.
They may have been a little rough around the edges, but they were all good people. When you felt most out of place, they made you feel at home. Whether it was a joke from Thor and Clint or a long hug from Wanda or an awkward pat on the shoulder from Steve; it made you feel like you belonged.
Natasha didn't feel like a sibling to you. She felt like your other half. When you were with Natasha, you felt like this was where you were supposed to be. The place you called home felt like an alternate reality when she was around.
In your mind, there was no way that you could belong in a universe where Natasha Romanoff didn't exist.
Ever since you woke up in the medbay Natasha had been protective of you. She didn't want anyone or anything harming you in any kind of way.
She had sent the team away if she saw you getting overwhelmed, she had held your hand the first time you went out in public, she had even let you sleep next to her before you left the compound.
There was no doubt in your mind that you had feelings for Natasha. However, you did doubt that she had feelings for you. What could a Russian spy turned Avenger gain from being with a Spider-Woman who fell from the sky.
Well, when you put it that way it sounded epic. It was more like, how could the beautiful, multiple talented, superhero, Natasha Romanoff be with Y/n Y/ln.
Without the bite, you were nothing but a young adult who fell from a different dimension. Without the title of spy, Natasha was still miles ahead of you.
" Oh wow, she's really spaced out, isn't she"
" I told you, I've been waving my hand in front of her face for five minutes"
" Y/n, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Aunt May rest her hand on your shoulder, causing you to get out of your head.
You look from her to Peter a couple of times before blurting out," I like Natasha"
Peter shrugged his shoulders," I mean I like Mrs. Romanoff too. I don't know how much she likes me, though. I think she'd save my life if she had too, but I don't think she'd like to have a conversation with-"
" Peter, she meant 'like' as in romantically."
He makes an o shape with his mouth," YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON NATASHA"
You jumped out of your seat and put a hand over his mouth," Sssssh, tell the whole world, why don't you"
You drop your hand, and he mumbles, "Sorry"
" Well, I think you ought to tell her," the three of you collectively jump as you see Tony hovering outside of the bedroom window.
" When did you get here?"
He lets himself into the room," Doesn't matter. What matters is you telling Natasha, how you feel"
Aunt May interjects," I don't often agree with him, but I think Tony's right. You should ask her out"
You look at them all slack jawed," You guys think I should ask Natasha out. Do you even hear yourselves"
Peter chimes in," I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"
You turn attention to the teen," The worst that could happen is she gets offended by me even asking and then murders me with her combat skills"
" Oh she wouldn't murder you, not at the compound with all those witnesses anyway," Tony informs you and Peter nods in agreement
You groan and fall back in your seat. Aunt may places her hands on your shoulder," Don't listen to them, men are stupid. Listen to good ol' Aunt May. If you really like her, you should go for it. Natasha may be a one of a kind woman, but so are you. That's why you two have such great chemistry. We can all see it. I know for a fact that Natasha has some type of feelings for you. It's all in the way she treats you versus how she treats other people. She will definitely say yes if you ask her out"
" You really think so?"
She nods," Aunt May knows chemistry when she sees it, sweetheart. Now go ask out that super spy."
You get out of your seat one more time and look at your family," I guess I'm asking out a super spy"
You latch onto Tony's suit," To the compound iron giant"
He rolls his eyes before closing his helmet and flying you both out of the window, and to the Avengers compound.
When you land he pats you on the shoulder," Good luck, I know you've got this"
He walks in the compound, but you wait a moment. You take a deep breath and try to pump yourself up. You jump in place a couple of times and shake your shoulders a little bit.
" Preparing for a fight"
You leap ten feet in the air in fright as Natasha sneaks up behind you. You stick the landing and face Natasha with your heart pounding in your chest.
" Hey, you uh you really scared me Natasha"
She laughs before smiling," Ya, I could see that. Are you going inside or just doing whatever that was?"
You freeze a little," Um, actually I came to talk to you. Maybe we could go for a walk? I know you probably just came from one, and it's totally understandable if you don't want to-"
She grabbed your hand," Let's go, web slinger"
You could feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck at the contact, you two walked hand in hand. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say to her.
" For someone who wanted to talk to me, you're awfully quiet"
Your free hand reached to scratch the back of your hand," Sorry, you just make me speechless sometimes"
She raised an eyebrow at you causing you to rush out a sentence," Um anyway, I wanted to ask you something"
She waited patiently for you to speak up. The two of you had even stopped walking, not that you noticed with all of your nerves.
" Natasha, I'm not trying to drag this out or go on a tangent like I usually do, but I'm nervous. I really don't want to fuck this up. The easy way to put it is that you make me feel at home, even in an entirely different universe. I really like spending time with you and I want to take you on a date. You can obviously say no, I won't hold it against you or anything. I just had to ask you because-"
You stop talking when you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek," It's a date, web slinger"
You're still frozen in your spot as you peer down at the older woman," Are you sure?"
She chuckles and kisses your other cheek," I'm pretty sure, considering how I feel about you"
Your voice went up in pitch," How do you feel about me?"
She pushes her body flush against yours, causing you to swallow hard. Your hands rest on her waist and hers hanging loosely over your shoulders.
You're taller than her, so her forehead is aligned with your lips. She has to look up at you, and that alone almost sends you over the edge.
" I like you a lot"
You found yourself leaning down and swiftly pecking Natasha's lips. It wasn't the smoothest move, but it got the job done.
Natasha chuckled after your nervous peck," You want to let me take the reins on this one"
" Are you calling me a bad kisser"
She shook her head," A nervous kisser, not a bad one. You have to relax, detka"
You slowly nodded your head and brought your hand to cup Natasha's face. You could see all the humor leave her eyes.
You focused, really focused, on her features. You let your thumb trace over her bottom lip.
" You look a little nervous there, Nat"
She rolls her eyes," Would you just shut up and kiss me. Properly this time please"
This time when connected your lips you didn't immediately pull away, instead you let your lips move sensually against hers. Her lips against yours were delicate, the pressure was driving you insane. This time it took everything in you to pull away from the red head.
" Definitely not a bad kisser," she breathed out.
" Told you"
She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear," So when's our date?"
" I'm free now, if you are"
" You haven't even planned anything," she rebutted.
You scoffed," Natasha, I don't know if you know this, but I'm Spider-Woman."
She gives you a confused look," Ok, and what does that have to do with anything"
" Hold on tight"
" What? Wh- OH MY GOD"
You held onto Nat and started swinging high above the city.
" Are your eyes open because this is the best part?"
Nat's eyes were closed, but she opened them upon your request. She was taken away by the view.
" This is amazing"
It's corny but, to you, there was nothing that was going to be better than swinging through the city with Natasha in your arms. She was your home away from home.
warning/notes: female pronouns, super slight angst, fluff, mention of death (light heartedly)
summary: Y/N cares for her boyfriend, yet he can’t pay attention to anything but her his clothing.
request/prompt: fluff prompts 3. “are you wearing my shirt?”, 7. “you’re hot when you’re angry.” & 37. “okay, where are all my jumpers?”
word count: 855
It was a disaster.
A complete and utter disaster.
“Oh my god” you mutter to yourself, sight hidden by the cups of your hands.
The flashes of light of the television corrupt the calm atmosphere of your Queens apartment. You originally planned to have a relaxed night, time to yourself, a much needed break. That was the plan. But instead, here you sat, in front of your old box set TV watching your boyfriend swing from buildings on national television.
You sigh as you brush your hair off your face, looking up towards the empty ceiling. Why couldn’t Peter just have a nice night, settling down with his girlfriend? Oh, that’s right. Because he’s Peter Parker.
As thoughts overwhelm your racing mind, you quickly grab the TV remote and hover your thumb over the ‘off’ button. What if you missed something important? You shake your head, ceasing the thoughts and turn the television off. He’d be home any second now, he always was.
The tiny roman numeral wall clock read, 10:05pm. You paced the small New York City apartment, nail biting as you ponder your thoughts.
Is he okay?
Should I turn the TV back on, just in case...
Maybe he’s injured
He could be dea-
You fly towards the kitchen window, greeted with the frame of him. Peter.
He spreads his arms out, ready to have you engulf him into a warm, tight and long-awaited embrace. Instead, you begin to march over, ready to strike at any moment. How dare he do this to you?
“Peter Parker” you scowl, staring into his innocent and cowering eyes. His body language had completely flipped. Peter immediately dropped his welcoming arms by his side, and prepared himself for the complete shit-show that was about to unleash, all thanks to you.
Face to face with your boyfriend, you take a deep inhale, before questioning, “Where have you been, Peter?”
He lowers his head, looking around as if to find someone to defend him. “I-I was just, you know, fighting crime. Neighbour Spider-Man...and all”
“Ugh!”, you throw your head back in frustration. “Peter, I...I just,”
Peter looks you up and down, his eyes landing on your, his shirt.
“What!” you yell, pleading with your hands and furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Peter shakes his head and quickly gathers himself,
“No, no it’s nothing. Nothing” he confirms attempting not to smirk to himself.
“What? Tell me!” you pester further, stomping your feet as though you were a child throwing a tantrum.
“It’s really nothing. Really” Peter lightly chuckles, folding his arms as he leans against the window frame.
If looks could kill Peter would be 6 feet under by now. You arch your eyebrow in a way that communicated, ‘well, go on’.
“It’s just...are you wearing my shirt?” He gestures towards the shirt reading, ‘I survived my trip to NYC’
You pause, dumbfounded almost as you look down to confirm his accusation.
“You know what, maybe I am!” you divert, placing your hands on your hips in order to appear more confident. “So what! I’m not the crazy Spider-Man swinging from sky-rises in my free time, that should be spent with my girlfriend!”
He sighs, throwing his head back before gathering his words.
“I’m sorry! I really am”, Peter begins to make his way towards you, displaying his puppy eyes as he sulks. “I’m sorry” he repeats, holding your hands gently.
“Can you just, please never do that again?”, you plead. “I get so worried about you, Peter. I miss you, just please don’t do that”.
Peter brings his hands up to his lips, pecking them lovingly.
“I promise” he smiles, the way he does. “And besides, you’re hot when your angry. Just makes me love you more than I already do”.
You bite your lip slightly, pulling him into a very much needed embrace.
“In all honesty, i’m completely exhausted” he murmurs into the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to his body.
“Well sure you are, being a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man would tend to get exhausting every so often” you tease.
Peter places a delicate peck onto your soft lips, before leading your hand towards your shared bedroom.
The warm sheets of the bed engulf your figure as you wait for Peter to finish brushing his teeth, as well as fighting the constant urge to fall asleep.
Nights were growing colder in Queens, New York. The constant heating system flowing throughout your apartment didn’t aid you in staying awake at night either.
You hear the faucet of the kitchen sink turn off, signalling that your boyfriend is finally joining you in bed.
“I’m surprised you’re still awake” he teases as he opens his side of the joint closet.
You yawn in response, “don’t get your hopes up”. You begin fluttering your eyes closed momentarily as the exhaustion overtakes you.
“I’m coming, i’m coming” he smiles, searching for something warmer than the thin layer of sheets to protect his body during the night.
The shuffling ceases, causing you to open your eyes in confusion due to the change of scene.
summary: fifty bucks to kiss the new guy, what can go wrong
pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader
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"You want to do what!" You looked at Sam and Pietro
"Fifty bucks to kiss the recruit." Sam repeated smirking.
"What if he's old, I'm in high school remember." You reminded the three.
"Don't worry, he's in high school." Pietro confirmed. "We wouldn't give you the dare if he was older."
You eyed the two of them, it was no secret that you practically did anything anyone asked you which prompted everyone on the team excluding your dad to do something stupid, which you followed through.
"I want $25 now." You stuck out your hand.
"Aren't you worth over 12 billion dollars?" Pietro furrowed his brows.
"My dad is." You shrugged. "I have less than $100 in my bank account."
Sam pulled out his wallet handing you the $25. You smirked, pocketing the money in your back pocket before starting to walk out of the room.
"Call me when they get here!" You yelled over your shoulder.
You heard the alert calling for the team to meet in the conference room. You sauntered taking your designated spot next to Wanda, across from Natasha.
You leaned on your hand, listening to your father go over to protocols, something he did whenever someone new joined the team. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam and Pietro smirking knowing your newest teammate will be here today.
You three laid on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, trying to agree on what to watch.
"Ahem!" You turned to see your dad and a man in a mask next to him. You recognized him as Spiderman, someone your dad had been talking about recently. "Everyone, this Spiderman, the newest Avenger."
You droned out your dad's voice staring at man feeling some sense of familiarity towards him. It wasn't until Pietro slapped your shoulder, you remembered the bet.
Springing out of your seat, you walked towards Spiderman, lifting up the bottom of his mask. You wasted no time kissing him, letting your hands rest under his jaw.
"Welcome to the team." You whispered before pulling off the rest of his mask.
The boy was no older than you were, his hair was stuck in every direction, his lips swollen and his cheeks red.
"W-What-" He stammered looking at your eyes. "You're Y/n Stark."
"I am, and you are?" You traced your fingers on the spider emblem on his chest.
"P-Peter Parker." He stuttered.
"Well then I'll see you around Peter Parker." You kissed his cheek.