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butterfly kisses | p.parker

[Warnings] dark!grey!peter parker x reader, innocent!little!reader, daddy!caregiver!peter, dominant x submissive, blackwidow!reader, avengers compound/young avengers au, ddlg, age regression, oral sex (female recieving), dubcon!! sex, mental manipulation, reader has ptsd, grooming?, unprotected sex, little editing

A/N: [model in banner is @/enchanted_noir, gif credit to @/defendingwarrior]

In which Peter finds out your little secret and takes advantage.

word count: 5.3k

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Yelena was practically unstoppable, giving both Bucky and Sam a run for their money. She was faster than them, leaving them spinning whenever she rushed past them. They thought they had her at one point, Bucky’s vibranium arm wrapping around her neck. She was quick to bring her elbow back into his chest and then her fist to his groin. Bucky doubled over but Sam quickly approached with fists raised. She seemed to land all her punches but also take each one that Sam landed with the most grace you’d ever witnessed.

She tried to trip him, kicking her legs behind his own, but he brought her down with him. They rolled together before he had her pinned beneath him. She thrusted her lower body up, weakening his stance, before grabbing his own arm, pushing it against his chest and pushing him into the mat. As Sam’s head hit the ground hard, he’d clearly accepted defeat.

“The groin shots are cheap, Belova!” Bucky was still reeling in pain. She eyed you, a tired smirk on her face, as she took in her victory.

“It’s only fair. You’ve got a hundred pounds on me and I’ve got the ability to kick you in the balls,” You smiled at her words, watching as Yelena helped Sam off the ground.

You heard footsteps beside you and soon you were looking to your left as Peter Parker claimed the space beside you, “Did you see that?” The question became rhetorical as you noticed his wide eyes and the way he was staring at Yelena, “That was just the third round. So far Yelena’s in the lead.”

“Damn,” Peter cursed though it wasn’t very intimidating on his lips. You only really saw him as the kind, sweet guy who charitably helped you and Yelena adjust after moving to the new compound, “Are you gonna go next?”

You instantly shook your head although you realized your answer might seem strange considering the sports bra and leggings you were wearing. You’d put on workout clothes but hadn’t quite gotten the courage up to train yet, “Yelena is way better hand to hand than me,” It wasn’t a lie but you’d spent your entire life training hand to hand. You grew up in The Red Rom just like she had and were trained by the exact same people. You’d gone toe to toe with Yelena as well and you used to be able to hold your own with her.

The look on Peter’s face was curious, like he wanted to know more, but he didn’t press the specific topic, “I was gonna box and I’m in need of a sparring partner if you’d like to help me out,” That didn’t give you much room to turn him down so you nodded hesitantly.

You hadn’t told anyone, only Yelena vaguely knew how much you were frightened of the training room. This place wasn’t at all like the Red Room, you weren’t being beaten or mind controlled into submission. Despite all that, you were afraid of going into survival mode and never being able to escape it again.

“It’ll be low pressure, I’m way less intense than those guys,” Peter continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, as if he sensed your unease, “Plus, I need way more practice fighting without the webs. I get so used to being in the air sometimes that I forget how to manage on my feet.”

You followed him to the wall on the far right that held all the equipment. You eyed a set of white, 12 ounce fighting gloves but Peter stopped you before you could grab them, “First, jump rope,” He held two sets of jump rope in his hand. One set black and the other green, “What color?”

“I like green,” You admitted and that seemed to amuse him.

“Y/N!” You heard your name shouted across the room. You turned to see Yelena wrapping a towel around her neck, water bottle in hand, “I’m gonna go pass out but movie night later with Kate?”

You raised your thumb, “Enjoy your nap, I’ll see you later!”

“Enjoy Peter, I’ll see you later,” She winked very badly before she turned on her heel.

You turned back to Peter, your face warm with embarrassment, “She’s funny,” Peter commented.

“When she’s not being annoying,” You responded, taking both handles of the rope and stretching it out before you, “Annoyingly clever and annoyingly good at everything.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I heard Miss Nat recommended you both for positions in the new Avengers initiative.”

You shrugged, “So?”

“So, that means you’re probably annoyingly clever and good at everything too. You just haven’t shown everyone yet.”

“Maybe so,” Those words were all you’d give up to him. He probably had a point but this environment didn’t really allow for deep thinking for you. You thought you might turn around at any moment and see rows and rows of brainwashed agents behind you.

You followed his lead and his pace as he began to skip the rope. You weren’t in your best shape, you could feel it already, but you were keeping up. At first, you regretted choosing to stand directly in front of him but the eye contact slowly became less awkward, “This is kinda easy, Peter” You admitted.

“How. Are you. Speaking. So Easily?” Peter spoke through gasping breaths. Soon, you were increasing your pace as you felt you could go faster. You ended up going way faster than Peter, spinning in circles, as you tried cool tricks.

Peter was trying to keep up with your pace but eventually he had to stop, holding on to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You slowed down soon after, not wanting to be any more of a show off, “So I was right,” He decided, “You’re good at that.”

You hated the work you used to do but you were reminded of how much you liked the adrenaline rush that came with being physically active. You were far from how you used to be but perhaps the world didn’t need another trained killer, just someone trying her best.

After your warm up, you and Peter went on to actual boxing. You went back and forth with one person holding the punching mitts while the other practiced combinations. This exercise reminded you of the time you lost to one of the other widows in a sparring match. You were taught the importance of being fast on your feet so your opponents blows can’t land effective blows as well as how to land an effective blow despite having a short reach. She made you chase her around the mat, exhausting you, so she could overtake you.

The punishment for the loser was always for every other widow to form a line and one by one land a punch to the loser’s stomach. You remembered the different colors of bruises that your stomach turned and how your mouth tasted like blood for days. The times when you were forced to hurt someone else were even more imprinted in your mind.

Peter realized you weren’t giving it your all, your mind clearly having gone elsewhere, “Hey, hey,” He put down his hands, closing the gap between you. As he came closer, and despite the kind look on his face, your anxiety went through your roof, “What’s wrong? That was good!”

You nodded, “Yeah, I-I just got distracted . . . sorry.”

“That’s okay. You wanna take a break?” You were already taking off your gloves.

“I think that’s enough for me today,” You spoke curtly, stepping away from him. You knew you’d start hyperventilating soon and you didn’t want anyone to see the person you turned into when you were stressed, “Thanks for this, P-Peter!”

His concerned eyes were on you as you walked, a little too fast, away from him.

“Yelena! I told you I didn’t want to watch this!” You pushed her shoulder as she maniacally giggled. After a jumpscare, you’d completely spilled your bowl of pretzels and M&M’s which Kate was now on the floor cleaning up.

“What? That wasn’t even scary!”

You didn’t understand how a movie about a party clown killing a bunch of school aged children wasn’t nightmare material. Kate clearly didn’t like the movie either but she wasn’t nearly as skittish as you, “I’m picking next time,” Kate announced, “Something we would all actually like.”

“No fun,” Yelena pouted, rolling herself off of your bed. You all rotated who would host movie nights and tonight it took place in your room. You were always an accommodating host, having crochet each of the girls their own special blankets, and lined your dresser with bowls of their favorite snacks. Fairly lights flicker above your bed but the cozy nature of your room served as a sharp contrast to the movie you watched on the screen mounted across the room.

“I want something romantic,” You argued, “Maybe a rom com or a historical romance like Pride and Prejudice.”

Yelena rolled her eyes.

“How about a romantic thriller?” Kate asked you, ignoring the blonde assassin’s usual behavior. You nodded eagerly, “Okay, cool. I’ll do some research!”

“I think it’s time for me to turn in,” Yelena faked a yawn.

Kate grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door, “C’mon grumpy. Night, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye, hearing Yelena shout as she was dragged out of the room, suddenly chipper again, “Night, Y/N!”

You enjoyed spending time with your friends especially now that you and Yelena had become so close to Kate. When they were gone, you missed their company but you knew you needed your nights to yourself. You began your nightly routine, switching the TV from the credits of a horror movie to the Disney logo.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Lock bedroom door, please,” After hearing the click of the lock, you released a deep breath, “And run a bath, please.”

You cleaned up any remnants of your friends, folding up their blankets and placing them inside the ottoman near your couch. You kept all the tools for your regression in a secret compartment of your closet. You knew it was unlikely that someone would go rummaging through your personal belongings but you liked the security of F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system.

Picking out pajamas for yourself, you chose a pink, care bear onesie and pink socks. You laid it out on your bed before getting undressed. When you finally got to sink into the bath, you felt the stresses of the day melt away. It was a bubble bath, of course, and you loved the mindless task of constructing figures with them and giving yourself mustaches and crowns.

You were already slipping into your headspace. You’d desperately wanted to be here especially after training with Peter.

After your bath, you were now trying to practice your skin care in front of the mirror. For years, you barely looked at yourself in the mirror, thinking it would be easier to live with yourself if you dehumanized yourself as much as possible. It was rare that you’d let your eyes wander to your lower stomach where you could see the straight incision scar that traveled from beneath your belly button to your public area. Your own exposure therapy didn’t seem to be working as tears sprung in your eyes everytime.

You left the bathroom, deciding that you’d braid your hair into a protective style without a mirror. You dressed in your pajamas, grabbing your favorite stuffed animal, a green frog, and burrowing yourself into your sheets. Tinkerbell was playing on the television and at the end of the movie, when Tinkerbell helps bring spring to the mainland, almost always helped sink you into your headspace even deeper.

It was the middle of the night and you should’ve been sleeping but you had a craving for ice cream. You’d set a rule that you’d always stay in your room when you were in little space but little you often had a mind of her own. You padded to the door, softly asking Friday to open the door, before you checked if the coast was clear. In your pink socks, you tiptoed to the kitchen, holding Prince Naveen close to your chest.

The compound was quiet and you assumed each of the other Avengers were either fast asleep or keeping to themselves. You never knew Tony Stark but you were quite grateful for his technology … and his money. You weren’t sure what kind of life you’d be able to make for yourself if you didn’t have this opportunity.

You rummaged through the freezer, finding a half-eaten container of sherbert ice cream. The color was pink like your onesie so it was a no brainer that you’d choose this to dig into. You shut the freezer before finding a big spoon in one of the drawers. You climbed onto the kitchen counter, making yourself comfortable, as you began to dig in.

“Y/N?” You perked up to see a brown eyed boy staring at you from across the kitchen. He was dressed in a compression shirt and sweatpants, the former highlighting an extremely muscular chest and arms. His figure was even more exaggerated as he crossed his arms. He grinned at you, taking in your appearance, “Is this something Yelena made you wear?”

You frowned, confused, “I’m Love-a-lot Bear.”

Peter looked even more confused than you, “Oh . . . and who’s this guy?” He came closer and you felt a bit annoyed that he was interrupting your ice cream eating. You scooped a bite into your mouth, kicking your legs in happiness as you tasted the deliciousness.

You looked down at the frog stuffie sitting beside you, “Prince Naveen. He got turned into a frog but I’m taking care of him.”

“Like in that movie …” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, “Princess and the Frog. Have you seen it?”

“Once, I think.”

“I’ve seen it about …” You calculated it in your mind, “Fifty-four times. I can quote it word by word. Do you want to hear? The Evening Star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight, there's magic in the air tonight-” You began to sing but Peter shushed you as your voice got louder.

“You’re gonna wake everyone up,” He whispered and you looked down, cross eyed at the finger that was now pressed against your lips. You nodded and he slowly removed it.

“Oops,” You whispered, “Why is everyone sleeping when there’s ice cream to eat?”

“Y/N … did something happen to you?”

You shrugged, other more pressing things occupying your thoughts, “I don’t think so … I just wanted ice cream. I better get going because I left all my other stuffies and they can get into trouble when I’m not watching them. Plus, I’m watching all the Tinker Bell movies.”

You hopped off the counter, “Do you want to come?” You felt like you could trust him and that’s why you wrapped one of your hands in his. He didn’t answer with words but he followed you, grabbing your frog that you almost left behind, as you led him to your room, “What’s your name?”

“You don’t remember?” You looked at him with innocent eyes, “Peter, my name’s Peter.”

“Like Peter Pan?” You smiled.

“Yeah, like Peter Pan.”

Peter paid close attention as you introduced him to each one of your stuffed animals. Each one had a name and a short backstory. You told him how you liked to get a new one every time you were in the city. Before he saw your room, Peter never would’ve guessed you’d like any of this stuff. You were quieter and more humble than Yelena but Peter knew you were just as strong. He wasn’t sure why you were acting this way but he wouldn’t deny a chance to get closer to you.

You also explained the entire Tinker Bell franchise to him, introducing him to every character and the politics of Pixie Hollow, “Did you grow up watching these movies?”

You shook your head, yawning, before you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat closely on the couch, your legs sprawled over Peter’s lap, “I didn’t get to be smaller… for a long time. I like being like this, Peter.” Of course you weren’t watching Disney movies growing up as a little girl in the Red Room, Peter suddenly realized. Peter’s mind was reeling, not truly understanding how you seemed to be a completely different person.

You fell asleep soon and Peter knew he couldn’t spend the night here. He couldn’t risk someone seeing him coming out of your room and he certainly didn’t want the other version of you waking up with him in the bed. This version of you didn’t seem to recognize him so would you even remember he was here?

Peter carried you to your bed, tucking you in, and placing your favorite frog in your arms. He held your cheek in his hands, feeling the soft skin there, and admired the features on your face. He liked you before he’d known just how innocent you could be. He imagined your hand in his again, he could still feel the softness of your hands and the warmness in his heart.

Peter wanted to grow to love you.

The next morning, Peter was working in the lab with Bruce. He’d skipped breakfast, not sure if he was ready to face you after what happened last night. You’d gone from sparring partners to cuddle buddies so quickly that Peter was worried he’d imagined the entire thing last night, “Mr. Banner, sir?”

The man looked up from his laptop, “Yeah, Peter?”

“What do you know about trauma responses?”

“I’m not a psychologist, Peter,” He folded his arms, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead.

“But you’re a genius, right?”

Bruce gave him an amused look, “Why are you thinking about trauma responses?”

“Well … would it make sense for someone who went through a traumatic event … or had a traumatic life, for them to sort of revert back to a younger age.”

“Age regression?” Peter nodded as Bruce caught on, “I’d consider it a coping mechanism maybe for illnesses like PTSD. I’ve seen it used as a therapy technique. It allows the person to go back to an earlier state that may have been less traumatizing for them. I imagine this could be voluntary or involuntary depending on the case.”

Peter sat with his words for a moment, “And how do you think someone could . . . help another person that’s age regressing.”

“If it’s a good coping mechanism that’s working for them, I imagine any kind of support would be good. Being there for that person, however they need. Hopefully they get outside support from a mental health specialist for whatever is causing the regression,” Peter nodded, “You’ve met someone like this.”

“Uhm . . . yeah,” Peter answered, “Someone I met in the city while playing Spiderman. It’s not a big deal. I’m just curious.”

Bruce didn’t push the subject further.

Your work was interrupted by Kate knocking on the glass door that led into the room. Both you and Yelena were standing behind her and you seemed to be laughing and talking together, “Pete, we’re going to the city! You coming?” Kate shouted through the glass.

“You all have got a big mission tomorrow,” Bruce warned, not looking up from his laptop.

“We’ll probably be back before late,” Peter stood from his seat, a mischievous look on his face, “No worries.”

Bruce hummed as if he wasn’t sure that he believed the young Avenger.

“I’m sorry I ran out of training so fast,” Peter was shocked to hear you say. You were sitting beside each other on the train, an awkward situation that Yelena and Kate had arranged themselves, “I get overwhelmed sometimes.”

“Right,” Peter nodded nervously, “It’s okay. I get overwhelmed sometimes too, you know.”

“Really?”

It really seemed that you hadn’t remembered him being with you last night. Peter half expected to see you in a onesie again, chatting away about Disney movies and desserts again. Instead, you were dressed like a normal, twenty-something who was going to the city with her friends.

“Yeah, sometimes I’ll see something or hear something that reminds me of my Aunt … or Mr. Stark, and it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, I just feel like I’m gonna hyperventilate. Like I can’t get air properly into my lungs and I start sweating … and I just get irritable and not fun to be around. And when it’s over, I just feel embarrassed.”

Something flickered in your eyes, something like understanding, “I get embarrassed too. I suppose it’s just a chemical thing. Fight or flight, I mean. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“You’re probably right,” Peter’s smile was weak, “It’s just hard losing people.”

You nodded in agreement, “It’s hard not having anyone to lose.”

Peter wondered if you remembered the family that you were taken from. Peter even wondered if you considered looking for them, “Friends are just as important as family sometimes. It’s good that you have Yelena and Kate.”

“That’s true. Maybe we should be better friends, Peter,” Peter’s eyes turned to you quickly, a bit of wonderment on his face, “If you want, I mean.”

“Hell yeah,” Peter spoke a little quickly but he was encouraged by the warm smile that grew on your face, “I have places around Queens I want to show you guys.”

Peter showed you all where he grew up and the four of you enjoyed sandwiches from Delmar’s for lunch. Next, Peter wanted to show you guys his favorite part of Queens. The museums. Initially, Yelena took a hard stance that going to museums would be boring but even she was entertained by the cool exhibits at the science museum Peter showed you around.

You and Peter talked so much. Much more than either of you expected. You were practically glued to his lip just the same way Kate was always glued to Yelena.

You went to an art museum next, joining an already established tour group in the middle of their own tour. Peter watched you walking around the gift shop in wonderment at all the handmade knick knacks that were for sale in order to support the museum. Peter approached you, a gift bag in hand, “I got you something.”

“What?” You blurted out, confusion evident in your features, “You don’t need to-”

“Just look,” Peter pulled out the miniature figurine he’d just purchased. It was of a small green frog sitting underneath a red mushroom for shade.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, Peter!” You took the figurine carefully in your hands, your voice going up several octaves as excitement filled you, “It’s so beautiful! Look at the little mushroom! How did you know I loved frogs?”

Peter lied, “I just thought you’d like it.”

“You really didn’t have to. I don’t deserve-”

“You do,” Peter assured you, “Keep it, please. It’s for you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you hugged him, “Thank you,” The way his hand pressed into your back sent shivers through you.

“Are you gonna take good care of it?” Peter knew his words came out slightly patronizing and he could tell he might’ve embarrassed you slightly but you nodded shyly in response.

“I will, I promise.”

When Peter knocked on your door a few nights later, the compound was quiet. All that he could see in the dark hallway were sparkling lights shining beneath your doorway. When the door opened, he was glad to see Smaller you, “Peter Pan,” You greeted him, your voice soft and sleepy, “Hi.”

“Hello, little one,” You looked pleased with the nickname, “Or should I call you princess?”

Peter closed the door behind him, taking in the fact that you were only in a white t-shirt, pale blue panties and fuzzy socks, “Both,” You angled your head at him, “But I’d like to be a fairy princess.”

“I should’ve known.” There was something so alluring about being with you in this state. It was like being with you at your most vulnerable state and Peter liked being the only one who knew about Smaller you, “What have you been doing up so late?”

There was no Disney movie playing tonight but F.R.I.D.A.Y. was playing a soft melody of classical music. Peter wondered why you’d made that choice. You grabbed his hand, bringing him over to your own desk to show him what you’d been working on, “Drawing,” You answered, showing him the array of papers, pushing the scatter crayons out of the way, “Look at these, Petey. Look.”

Two of the photos were quite familiar. One was a drawing of a small frog sitting beneath a mushroom and the other was two people standing together near what he assumed was an art exhibit. The girl was wearing a plaid shirt just like she had the other day and the boy was wearing a black jacket.

“It’s me and you,” Peter said.

“It is?” Your doe eyes looking up at him threatened to make him melt there on the spot, “Will you take me there?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, “We’d look so cute together.”

“Yeah,” You beamed, “But I’d wear a pretty dress.”

“And I’d look like a frog in comparison. It would be perfect.”

“Don’t say that, Petey,” You squeezed his hand, “You look like . . . can I tell you a secret?”

Peter nodded and you motioned for him to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think you like a handsome Prince.”

Peter chuckled at that, “Do you?” You nodded and Peter whispered into your ear next, “I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

You looked away shyly. You showed him the rest of the pictures and Peter encouraged you to put all the crayons back in the proper spot back in the carton.

“Are you ready for bed yet?” Peter asked you, “It’s getting really late.”

You frowned, “I don’t like sleep. Can we stay up? Maybe we can play pretend?”

“Why don’t you like to sleep?”

You just shook your head, letting go of Peter’s hand, so you could rummage through your closet and find something else to do, “We could play a card game!”

Peter faked a yawn, walking over to your bed, “I’m really tired, Y/N. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Or a board game!”

“I’ll just sleep and you can play a game. I have some special sleepy dust I got from a fairy friend of mine. It’s gonna help me sleep,” Peter climbed into the fluffy white sheets of your bed, knowing your words had definitely caught your attention, “I guess you won’t need any, princess.”

Peter heard your feet pad over to the bed, “You have a fairy friend?”

“Yeah. I went to outer space once and I met one,” Peter shrugged, “On their planet, lots of princesses and princes have trouble sleeping because they have nightmares.”

“Oh,” The look on your face was doleful, “I get bad dreams like all the time. Would it work on me?”

“C’mere and I’ll show you,” Peter patted the spot next to you. You were hesitant as you climbed in the bed with him, “Lay down on your back for me.”

You did as he said, laying on your back with your head resting against a pillow, “And close your eyes for me, little one.”

“But I’m scared-” Peter pressed his hand to your waist, looking up and down your body. Being so close to you with so little clothing … Peter’s idea turned darker than he originally intended it to be. He was helping you, that meant he could help himself a little too.

“I’m here, don’t worry,” As you slowly close your eyes, Peter took the opportunity to let his hands wander even further, “I’m going to sprinkle the dust over you now. Keep your eyes closed.”

Peter could feel you growing slightly impatient, “Petey, I don’t feel anything yet-”

“Of course you can’t feel anything yet, silly. I haven’t activated it yet,” Peter parted your legs, climbing over your body and settling between your legs, “I want you to call me something, okay? To help the fairy dust work.”

“What is it?”

“Call me Daddy.”

“But you’re not-”

“I am, I’m taking care of you, right?” You nodded, “Then that’s what you have to call me. Especially for the dust to work. Understand?”

“Okay … okay, Daddy,” The word couldn’t have sounded any better on your lips. Peter’s hard-on was already pressing against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers travel beneath your panties, softly feeling your folds. Before you could say another word, Peter’s lips were pressed to yours, swallowing your concerns and then eventually your whimpers.

Peter made his way down to your breasts, pulling your shirt up so they were exposed. He attacked the sensitive buds with his tongue, which seemed to bring you even more pleasure than the gentle fingering of your clit. He could feel you growing wetter, leading him to his fingers traveling to your sensitive hole.

“You’re so beautiful, princess,” Peter said as he kissed over your stomach, including the scar that brought you so much anguish, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Make you real sleepy.”

When Peter first slid your panties to the side and pressed his mouth to your hole, your eyes shot open, “Stay still, little one,” Peter spoke with his mouthful. You tried your best not to squirm as the touch brought you an overwhelming new feeling of pleasure.

You wanted to smile, to laugh, and to scream all the same time. It was his softness and wetness pressed against your own softness and wetness. He kissed you down there in a way that was difficult to describe but you could feel a slow build starting in your toes till it all completely rushed to your head. Your body was experiencing waves of pleasure and you were glad when he removed his mouth so you weren’t tortured further.

Peter watched you ride at the orgasm. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with urgencies before grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. He pressed his tip against your interest, his eyes looking darkly into yours as he slowly pushed inside, “Daddy,” You winced, “P-Peter – Daddy, it hurts!”

“I know, princess,” Peter grunted, “You can take it all, I know you can.”

Peter was right, you somehow stretched around him and that feeling of tearing soon subsided. Now, all you felt was completely full and completely at his mercy. You were trapped beneath him which meant he could set the pace for how fast he wanted to go. You started to only think of him inside you, of that primal pleasure that he was unlocking and the complete warmness that filled your skin.

“Oh, you feel fucking amazing,” Peter pressed his forehead to yours so he was as close to your as possible. You felt his own eyelashes fluttering against yours, “You feel so good. Tell Daddy you love it.”

“I–” A hard thrust, “Love it, Daddy. I-I love it.”

You were so tight. Impossibly tight. He had to remind himself to not spill over to fast and he slowed his pace but fucked you even harder. When he felt you tightening around him, he felt safe in releasing inside of you.

Your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. Peter fell beside you, and just like he’d promised, you felt like you could sleep for the next few days. Peter pulled the comforter over your body, pressing himself into your tired figure. He admired you closely, his nose rubbing against yours as his lips hovered above your own.

“I sleepy �� Daddy …”

“Goodnight, little one.”

Peter laid there until dawn and all he could think about was how pretty you looked when you came.

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the one where your allergies are acting up and druig wants to make the experience a bit better (fluff)

Disbelief (Druig x Avenger!Reader)

the one where you and druig can’t keep your hands off of each other in front of the other eternals (fluff)

Sweet Dreams (Druig x Avenger!Reader)

the one where you’re exhausted from school and training and fall asleep on druig (fluff)

T’was Halloween Night (Druig x Librarian!Reader)

the one where you’re a librarian who meets druig after he hosts story time (fluff)

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realtalkswithfinn · 2 years

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the spiderling // peter parker x avenger!reader

in which reader, the youngest avenger who was taken in by natasha romanoff, and peter parker are tasked with a mission they aren’t sure how to tackle- babysitting Morgan Stark.

a/n: my auto caps isn’t on, so please ignore all my lowercase i’s and sentence starters. we are also going to ignore all of endgame and spiderman no way home here <3

“did you get Mr. Starks text?” peter asks. you don’t even look up from your homework.

“no, what did he say?”

“bug boy and baby widow, in the living room, now.”

“he has such a polite demeanor to him, don’t you think?”

peter snorts as he closes his lap top. “i just hope we’re not in actual trouble.”

“Please. if we were actually in trouble, he wouldn’t have sent a text.” you shove your papers into your back pack before walking over to peter, who was sitting at your desk.

it was nice to have your own room in the compound, you’d never had your own room before. not thay you could remember, anyway. natasha found you when you were ten on one of her missions. you were living on lies and had sticky fingers. every meal, article of clothing, you had stoeln. sleeping on the street scared you, so you learned to break into unoccupied motel rooms and apartment buildings.

homeless people and gangs in the area noticed this, and started bribing you to sneak into the places they couldn’t and steal for them. in exchange, they gave you money and food and protection from muggers and violent addicts that roamed the streets.

natasha was going to leave you. she knew she couldn’t save every child on every mission. but you were being used and exploited, and you didn’t know any better. she waited for you to fall asleep in your “borrowed” motel room, then snuck in and grabbed you. you woke up on a quinjet that night, with natasha there to calm your fears.

you never looked back.

she tried to get you to live with clint and laura, who both welcomed you into their family with open arms, but you were restless on the farm and begged to go to work with clint.

eventually they caved when you snuck your way onto a quinjet, thinking you’d be going to the compound to see natasha, but you actually ended up on a mission that lasted two weeks. the avengers decided to keep you informed after that. none of them wanted to risk the safety of a preteen.

so tony gave you a room in the compound and you stayed with nat. you trained every morning with the avengers and did school online in the labs while tony and bruce worked. when you got older, they took you to charity events and press conferences and political meetings to teach you the depths of being a public hero. natasha held your hand the whole time, walking you through the complexities.

though it wasn’t typical, it was a much better life than the one you came from, and you were grateful. you were wry of peter becoming an “intern” at first. you were the baby of the group and didn’t like the thought of having someone your own age around. but peter actually made your teenage years better.

the two of you quickly became best friends. he taught you about memes and took you out with his friends- he even convinced tony to let you come to public school with him.

now, having him around was second nature.

you pulled peter up out of the chair. “better go see what the big man wants.”

the two of you made your way to the living room. tony was there with sam, cap, natasha, bruce and clint, all dressed in suits. to your surprise, morgan was sitting on the couch coloring in a disney princess coloring book.

morgan adored you. how could she not? you were a real life super hero and you would play tea party with her.

plus, being a little girl and seeing female super heroes was kind of a big deal. she looked up to you. and nat and wanda, of course, but you were her favorite. you were just a teenager, which is wayyy less scary than a grown women to a 5 year old.

you were more of a god than thor in her eyes, and she wanted to be just like you.

“when i send a text with that much hostility i expect some hustle.” tony sassed.

you rolled your eyes. “if you wanted hustle you would have told us the mission was urgent.”

“oh it is. lives are at stake here honey bun.”

you scowled at the nick name. “don’t call me-“

“so what exactly is the mission?” peter interrupted cautiously.

“immediate conference in wakanda with select world leaders about new artificial intelligence weaponry.” Bruce said.

natasha walked over to ruffle your hair. “boring stuff.”

you smiled at her friendly greeting. she looked dazzling. not a strand of hair was out of place, and her eyeliner was sharp enough to slice a finger. leave it to natasha to make a meeting into a fashion show.

“well why did you call us out here? if you told us just to get dressed we would have been ready sooner-“

“ah, no, see, the conference is our mission.” tony interrupted. “your mission is to watch my lovely daughter.”

your heart sank. you loved morgan, but you wanted to be included in the mission, no matter how boring natasha said it would be. “but-“

“no buts, you’ll make her cry.” tony said.

“yeah, come on y/n,” morgan got up from the couch. “you can’t say no to this face.” she proceeded to jut out her bottom lip and stare up at you and peter with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and as much as you didn’t want to, you felt your heart melt just a little.

you knelt down to her level to look her right in the eyes and said: “if you weren’t so small i’d slap that look right off your face.”

“you love me too much.”

god, she sounded just like tony.

“i would trade you for a potato chip.”

morgan gasped and dramatically put her hand to her chest.

peter laughed. “well, i’d trade you for two potato chips, morgan, so i think i’m the better babysitter. ya know, cause my standards are higher.”

the little girl thought for a moment before nodding her head yes, that seemed fair, and dragged peter over to color.

tony clapped his hands and smiled. “well, that settles that! Avengers, roll out.”

the group brushed past you toward the door, all giving sympathetic smiles. nat put a hand on your shoulder as she made her way. “i’ll call you on the way home, alright? you’ll be apart of the debrief. i promise.”

that lifted your spirits. “thanks nat.”

you said your goodbyes and watched her walk out the door. you sighed, then walked over to the table where peter and morgan seemed to be playing hangman. you stood behind morgan, looking over her shoulder at the blank spaces of her sentence, and peters stick figure who was dangerously close to death.

“happy brought pop tarts?”

“YES!” morgan squealed before scribbling in the rest of the letters.

you stuck your tongue out at peter.

peter scoffed. “i could’ve got that easily!”

“please, your man was basically dead!”

“hE HAD ONE LEG LEFT!”

morgan giggled. “shes just smarter than you peter!” she taunted.

“HA!” you yelled. “take that, spider boy!”

“yeah, spider boy!” morgan mimicked.

“okay spider GIRL,” he said, pushing his sleeves up as he stood up. “you’re turning her against me? there’s only one way to settle this.”

he lunged for you, then quickly changed direction and scooped up morgan before sprinting away. “come get your mini minon!”

oh, it’s on.

you took off after them.

morgan’s high pitched laughter echoed through the halls. peter was fast, but he usually used webs to get around. in less than a minute you had taken them both to the ground, careful of morgan’s head. she crawled out of peters grasp and into yours. you threw her up onto your shoulders and yelled “VICTORY!”

peter rolled around on the floor in fake anguish. “oh, great avengers! you have slain me!”

morgan’s laughter was uncontrollable now, rolling through her little body so hard she almost fell off your shoulders.

***

at about 7 pm, morgan decided she had to have a cheeseburger. you and peter knew that tony wouldn’t mind having food delivered to you- i mean, the guy is a billionaire. he wouldn’t mind a thirty dollar delivery. but still, you always felt bad spending his money, and you didn’t want to wait that long. plus, happy was home for the night, and you didn’t want to send the poor man out to deliver the three of you food. you recruited peter to swing to the place a few blocks over.

“i’ll be back soon m’lady.” he said, ruffling morgan’s hair from behind the couch. she waved to him as he opened the window.

“don’t fall off a building!”

you stifled a laugh watching peter brush off her comment. he looked cute with the little blush across his cheeks. “thanks, morgan. i’ll do my best.” he shot a web out the window, waved goodbye to you, and disappeared.

you stood up to close the window before sitting back down next to morgan. “well baby stark, what do you want to do while the boy is gone?”

she put a finger to her forehead, deep in thought, before shooting it out in an AHA! motion. “will you do my makeup?”

you smiled. “of course, princess morgan. give me one sec, okay?” you got up and ran to your room. you grabbed some mascara, a lash curler, the sparkliest eye shadow you owned and a bright red lip. morgan loved dramatics when it came to dress up, which wasn’t surprising, considering who her dad was. you didn’t really have room to talk though, considering your main role model was natasha romanoff.

you skipped back over to a clapping morgan and began applying a nude color to her eyelids. “can you make me look like auntie nat?” she asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes at you. you nodded. “oh yeah, i’ve got auntie nats make up down to a t, buddy.”

you were both quiet for a moment, then she said, “do you think peter will like my makeup?”

“oh, of course honey!” you reassured. you thought it was a silly question. of course peter would like it, peter liked anything morgan did. peters always been an only child. he loved having morgan around and getting to play big brother.

she seemed to like than answer, nodding her head. “i don’t want him to be upset we left him out.”

you chuckled. “i’m sure you can do his make up when he gets back, bug.”

her eyes widened and she pulled away from your makeup brush. “don’t call me that!”

you were taken aback. “wha- why?”

“i don’t want to be a bug! i want to be a spider, like you guys! and bugs and spiders are different, i learned that in school!” she pouted.

your heart melted. “aw morgan-“

she threw her arms up in exhasperation- her rant was not over yet. “he’s spiderman, you’re basically a black widow, i want to be a spider too! how am i supposed to be a spider if you call me bug? huh? riddle me that!”

“okay okay!” you laughed. “you sound like your dad.” you thought for a minute. “you can be ‘the spiderling’, how does that sound?”

she squinted. “hmm, i guess that works for now. until i get bigger.”

you picked your eye shadow brush up again. “well okay spiderling, come back over here.”

she seemed content with her nickname and lean d back toward you. “you know, i like that you and peter are both spiders. it matches cause you’re in love.”

“WHAT,” this time, you pulled away. “morgan, what makes you think peter and i are in love?”

she looked at you with an equally confused face. “well he’s always with you, and you get excited to see each other, and he smiles at you when you’re not looking, and daddy says you’re gunna get married-“

“your dad says what?” you blinked at her.

she clapped her hands together and smiled. “he says that peter talks about you alllll the timeee and he thinks you’re going to get married! and that i’ll get to be your flower girl because peters afraid of him and you love me!” she squealed. “doesn’t that sound amazing?”

you reached down and grabbed the mascara tube. did tony really say that? was peter really in love with you and you were just too oblivious to notice?

to be fair, you were in love with him and he didn’t seem to notice.

“yeah, amazing morg.”

“that’s not my name anymore!”

“well, what’s your name now?” peter came in the door. “aw, did i break up girl time?”

“peter!” morgan yelled, getting up to run to him. she jumped into his arms, almost causing him to drop the bag of takeout. you caught it from his failing grip and set it on the table.

“wow, someone missed me,” he teased. “wow, look at those pretty eyes!”

morgan smiled and closed her eyelids to give peter a better look. “y/n and i made me a new name while she was doing my eyes- i get to be ‘the spiderling’ to match you guys!”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “oh wow!” he glanced up at you. “we all get to match now. you an avenger too?”

she sighed. “not yet.”

peter laughed at that, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. you watched him carefully as he set morgan down. “well, spiderling, go grab your burger.”

she ran over to the table where you set the food before rushing off the the couch to eat. “can we watch say yes to the dress?” she asked.

peter looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “i mean, yeah but, why?”

“y/n should look at all the pretty options before HEY-“ before she could finish her sentence you had run over and muffled her face with a pillow, your cheeks turning red. morgan thrashed around before yanking the pillow off her face and turning to you with a fury in her eyes. “what was that for?”

peter walked over, unwrapping his own burger. “why does y/n need to look at the dresses morg?”

you face flushed even darker.

morgan turned back around with a huff. “so she can know what to look for when you guys get married. duh.”

“MORGAN.” you yelled, lightly smacking the top of her head.

“OW, Y/N, STOP IT,” she screamed, tossing her burger aside and throwing herself over the backend of the couch to attack you. the sudden force of her knocked you to the ground. you tried to push her off of you, but she was little and squirmy, and you couldn’t quite get her in your grasp.

when you looked up, peter was grinning down at the two of you. he watched for a moment, just smiling gently. your heart could’ve exploded into a million pieces, watching him watch you like that. then, he reached down, plucked morgan off you, and set her back on the couch. “okay morgs, hand me the remote, i’ll put on say yes to the dress.”

and he did. he didnt say anything about morgan’s comment again, just sat next to her and ate his food. carefully, you sat down on the other side of morgan with your food in hand.

the three of you stayed there the rest of the night, booing the mean moms and critiquing each dress. it was fun, almost mindless, but still…

there was a little part of you that remembered how peter smiled when morgan asked for the show, and how he looked at you…

the two of them fell asleep after a while. morgan had sprawled between your lap and peters, and peters head rested on your shoulder, the way it had a million times before. it felt different this time, though.

at around 10:30, the avengers clambered into the compound, yawning and tugging at their ties, ready for bed. tony pulled morgan from your arms, and said a small, almost too sincere thank you before taking her off to bed.

nat came over and placed a hand on your shoulder from behind the couch. she looked tired in the pale light of the tv. still, she looked happy to see you. “hey kiddo,” she smiled. “i’ve got a lot to tell you.”

you returned her smile, and placed your hand on hers, before glancing at peters curly hair resting on your other shoulder. the smile grew. “i have a lot to tell you too.”

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darkh3llscap3 · 3 years

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Kinktober List (2021)

Main Masterlist

Day 1: Breeding- Jimmy Darling

Day 2: Mommy kink- Peter Maximoff

Day 3: Thigh Riding- Bucky Barnes

Day 4: Dry humping- Kit Walker

Day 5: Bulge Kink- Steve Rogers

Day 6: Mutual Masturbation- Kyle Spencer

Day 7: Lingerie- Natasha Romanoff

Day 8: Office sex- Bruce Banner

Day 9: Accidental Stimulation- Peter Maximoff

Day 10: Cockwarming- Peter Maximoff (Not out)

Day 11: Praise Kink- Thor Odinson (Not out)

Day 12: Face Fucking- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 13: Spectrophilia- Tate Langdon (Not out)

Day 14: Dacryphillia- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 15: Voyeurism- James March (Not out)

Day 16: Hate Fucking- Bucky Barnes (Not out)

Day 17: Bondage- Jeff Pfister (Not out)

Day 18: Skinny dipping- Kai Parker (Not out)=

Day 19: Corruption- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 20: Aphrodisiac- Kai Parker (Not out)

Day 21: Apocalypse- Bucky B., and Loki L. (Not out)

Day 22: Car Sex- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 23: Blood Play- Austin Sommers (Not out)

Day 24: Cam Show- Rory Monahan (Not out)

Day 25: Exibitionism- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 26: Costume- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 27: Blackmail- Tony Stark (Not out)

Day 28: Caught- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 29: Gangbang- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 30: Power Play- President Loki (Not out)

Day 31: Monsterkink- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #masterlist #kinktober masterlist #x reader #Smut #x female reader #smut #marvel #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes smut #blackwidow #nastasha romanoff #tony stark #tvd #kai parker

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years

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Be more realistic.

Natasha: Why the long face? Worrying about this mission?

Y/n: Worried I'm getting older that fangs have grown too long.

Steve: You don't have fangs Y/n.

Natasha: Be more realistic. Try again.

Y/n: Worried I'd lost my car key or that I said something wrong.

Natasha: That's more like it.

Peter P: Fangs? Are you secretly a vampire, Ms. Y/N??

Natasha look at Steve: We work with kids now...

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georgesbestieboo · 3 years

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“What have you done to my innocent little Spiderling?!”

Peter Parker X Stark!Daughter

A/N- This is just a small one shot for a book I’m working on :)

Summary- Peter and Victoria haven’t had much time to themselves, although, once the Adults leave, that just might change.

TW- Kissing, slight swearing, nothing really except if you dont like fluff, or adorable couples.

STOLEN KISSES

Victoria stood pressed between the marble counter of the Avengers compound kitchen and Peter, who pressed messy, feverish kisses to her neck.

“Pete” She groaned into his touch, hands threading in his dark curls and she leaned deeper into the counter. “Someone could come in”

“I,” A kiss to the collar bone “dont,” To her jaw “care” His lips slammed onto hers quieting her hesitant worries. Her laugh tickled his face as he pulled away from her. “Although I’ll stop, if you want, I respect-”

Now it was Victoria’s turn to silence him with a kiss. “No, I like this Peter” The boy smirked into the kiss, quickening the pace as his hands cupped her thighs and lifted her onto the counter so they were the same height, his arms snaking around her waist as he stood between her legs. Her fingers pulled dangerously at the nape of his neck causing him to moan into her mouth. Their kiss was greedy and passionate. The two had been so busy the past week, Victoria training with Nat and Peter getting mentored by Tony, they barely had time for one another. Now, as the rest of the Avengers had a short meeting with just the ‘adults’ the longing had built up for too long.

Victoria gasped as Peters cold hands slid under her Atom Sweatshirt, tugging it off in one swift motion, leaving her in just her black bralette and jeans.

“God you're so beautiful” He murmured, eyes trailing up her figure. Everything about her was so insanely intoxicating he could never think straight. Her legs were strong and muscular. Her stomach was lean and had the cutest little pouch when she sat, she always yelled that she hated it, pulling at it in the mirror wishing it would go away, but Peter loved it. It made her human, it was normal, it was beautiful. Her lips were full and plush, teasing as she would smirk. And her eyes, oh her eyes were a shocking crystalline, they type of blue the ocean seemed to turn right before they mercilessly drowned its victims. Peter would gladly drown. Although it wasn't her looks that had drawn him in. It was her laugh, her smile, her smarts, nerdiness, loyalty, love, and perseverance. The way she so selflessly defended the world.

Victoria's hand running through his hair drew him from his pit of overwhelming love, her soft, lulling voice echoing in his ears. “Peter? Are you okay?” Her nails soothingly played with his hair.

His attention snapped up to her curious face, “Sorry, I just- ugh” He let his head drop, burying his face into her chest.

“Just shut up and kiss me” Holding his chin, Victoria brought Peter's face to her’s, her lips finding his once more.

This kiss was more slow, more intimate. Their heart rate had picked up as they both tried to put as much love and emotion in this lingering kiss. Victoria’s shaky fingers had just found the buttons of Peter’s shirt when the kitchen doors slammed open.

“Hey, you can come back now- OH! Oh dear god it’s happening! I can see the light! The walls are closing” The voice of Tony Stark echoed off the marble walls, Peter and Victoria springing apart, Vic clutching her shirt tightly to her exposed chest.

“Dad!” She shrieked “What the hell!”

“What the hell is right!” Tony screamed “What, wh- I, I feel faint” He leaned against the doorway, his head hitting the frame repeatedly.

“Mr. Stark I can explai-” Peter went to approach the whining man but he held out a hand.

“What have you done to my innocent, sweet spiderling?” Tony’s voice was slow and quiet, pronouncing each word separately as he directed this to the girl sitting on the counter who hurriedly pulled back on her sweatshirt.

Now it was Peter’s turn to hit his head.

“Are you kidding me?!” Victoria shrieked “I'm literally YOUR daughter!”

Tony threw his hands in the air, “Exactly! I expect this from you, but I mean-” He turned helplessly to Peter “Spiderling?” His voice broke. Victoria scoffed. Peter turned bright red.

“You owe me 20 bucks Clint!” The celebratory voice that belonged to the Black Widow cut through the tense air. “Pay up bitch”

Victoria collapsed into Peter's arms.

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mcu-fan-fics-blog · 2 years

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The Helping Hand

Ch.11

Chapter 12: Growth an Mending

Ch.13

Word Count: 1969 approx.

A/N: I Know... Sorry for not updating this story in a while. This is not the best chapter, but I needed to get it out think of it as a transition chapter. I also want to tell you that from here on out there will be major deviations from the MCU Cannon time line. (I mean there already was, but still) Anyways I hope you enjoy! <3 (Week 3/5)

“Hey kid…" Tony calls out rather loudly, trying to catch Peter's attention. Slight annoyance was painted on his face but there were more pressing matters... you. "Yes, Mr. Stark, what can I do for you… Wait, is Ms. Krast okay?" Peter asks, slightly worried. He hadn't really heard from you since the fallout. "Yes, yes well no and I think that right now you are the only person for the job." He says rubbing his chin, Peter perks up at the Idea of finally seeing you. "Yeah, I'd love to see her again." Tony nods and leads the way with Peter following close behind him. As soon as they step off the elevator they are greeted by an empty lounge. Walking past the empty compound they find Natasha pacing back and forth in front of your door. “She still hasn’t opened her door.” She is taken aback and confused by Peter's presence. It had only been two weeks and you were completely gone. Unfortunately the price of finally knowing, of your eyes being opened came at your very expense. You’d come to the realization that your lack of memories, your lack of comprehension was a mercy granted to you. A mercy that you so selfishly took for granted.

The night that you came back… it was hell. The memories were already flooding your mind, and they just kept coming. You were re-living a particularly gruesome memory, and when you woke up you were suffocating Natasha. The fear in her eyes was evident, you jumped back and apologized profusely, you were unable to meet her eyes or even listen to her reassurances. Your mind was no longer a safe space, you couldn’t even fathom trying to use your powers now. Consequently here you were unable to close your eyes for more than a couple of minutes at a time. Today was an extremely tough day, your memories started merging with your present, and it was nothing short of horrific. Your friends, your family, the love of your life… Gone, their life taken by your own hand. It was you, It was your body, but you couldn’t do anything, you couldn’t make it stop. All you could do was sit in horror and watch all the atrocities you were committing. So, it’s not a surprise to say that you haven’t slept more than a couple of hours every night. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave your room… If you felt like a traitor before, now you definitely feel like one now.

Although you weren’t sleeping you found ways to keep yourself distracted. Keeping your mind off of it all was all you could do. It started off with Vision, the only one you were entertaining. “You know Vision, you’re extremely guilty.” You state as he phases through the wall. “I assure you that if I could grasp what that felt like… I would most definitely be that.” You nod. “I see you have finished my advanced mathematical equations.” You hum. “Childs play… especially in Idle hands.” He clears his throat and begins to clean your room. After a couple of minutes the room looks brighter and definitely cleaner. “You haven't slept… You will begin to shut down, you know that right?” He asks you, You shush him, cutting him off. “Technically the new heart… Can’t ‘Shut off’ Vision.” After that conversation you began to shut him out too. To say you were going crazy was an understatement. The last couple of days you’d resorted to blankly staring at the bottle of pills sitting on the dresser in front of your bed. You don’t exactly know what made you climb out of your stupor, but you did. You got up, you showered and even decided to change the sheets.

Stepping back out of the bathroom you sit contemplating, your life and everything. You didn’t even register the tears rolling down your face. Finally gaining your bearings you noticed the shadows of feet behind your door. Before you could even think of hiding the pills the door bursts open. Standing behind it were… Natasha, Peter, and your father. Peter’s smile shone brightly, Natasha's gaze was elsewhere, and so was your fathers. Avoiding their gaze completely you make your way towards Peter. “Spider Boy, how are you?” He barely lets you finish your sentence, when he is already hugging you. “I am great, but I saw you plummeting. And I was so worried, but here you are okay. Ms. Krast it was so bad ass I got to fight with the great ones.” You nod smiling. “Okay, how about you go to the common room and ask Vision to help you set up for a movie night. I’ll catch up with you, I need to take care of something.” He nods seemingly understanding the seriousness of the topic. After that Natasha swiftly makes her way across the room gripping the bottle of pills in her hands. She was angry, her posture rigid, the look she was giving you was cold. The look your father was giving you wasn’t much better. The sadness overpowering any other emotion.

“I-i didn’t…” You didn’t get to finish your sentiment. “I don’t believe you.” Four words was all it took for you to snap at her. “Please, Natasha, when do you ever believe me?” Your tone was as cutting as it was venomous, and it took her by surprise. You sighed walking away, Before you could open the door she stopped you. “Then why are they here?” You give her an incredulous look. “Because I am in pain, I am in constant pain. And I can't stop it.” She analyzes you, like you were one of her targets, but promptly catches herself when you notice it. You nod. “Y/n I know what you’re going through…” She tries to reason. “ You can’t seriously be comparing? You’ve had your whole life to come to terms with what happened to you, with what they made you, who you became… What you did!” You stated The tension in the room increasing causing Natasha and yourself to flinch at the sentiment.

“You’re not a monster.” She states. You almost believed her… almost. “Right.” You settle. Walking out of the room you nod at your father to follow you. Once you are a fair distance from your room and Natasha you stop. “I need your help.” He nods. “Whatever you need.” You clear your throat. "I… I killed his parents.” You say the words burning your mouth as you say them. If your father had a poker face, it was not a good one. “What do you need my help with?” He asks again. “I need to know everything, every detail… he knows who I am.” His eyes widened in realization. “He recognized me when I was out with Nat a while back… He followed us.” He nods again, not really understanding what you’re asking for. “I’ll get on it y/n… just for… for right now go to the common room the kid is waiting for you. Please.” You are suddenly brought out of the dark place by the mention of Peter, a smile immediately gracing your face. “Thank you for bringing him up here, I know he’s not your favorite.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “He’s not too bad, plus I’ve got to hand it to him, the kid is smart.” You go to leave and your father steps aside to watch you go, but you turn back. You hug him. “Thank you dad… Do you want to watch movies with us?” You ask quietly. He scoffs playfully. “I thought I was going to have to invite myself for a minute back there.” You laugh and he joins you. You join Peter and vision in the common room. “Y/n Mr. Vision and I chose the Jurassic Park movies, the old one of course.” He mentions and you smile. You sit next to Peter and he hands you some snacks smiling warmly. He starts the movie and you settle in. As much as you wanted to be in the moment and enjoy it you couldn't your mind was reeling. It didn’t stop, only this time your mind was on a certain redhead. You closed your eyes for a moment, you were sure. But when you opened them you were in front of her door. You were caught off guard for a moment, but didn’t question it further, you have been losing time recently.

"You knocked on her door, and you heard shuffling shortly after she opened the door. She was surprised, her face quickly turned stoic waiting for you to talk. “I’m sorry.” You say finally meeting her eyes in what felt like forever. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, not that night, not earlier… I will never want to hurt you.” You confess your eyes watering remembering her eyes that night full of fear. She had let her guard down around you, and you hurt her. “Nat I’m so sorry.” You say again this time finally letting your tears run freely. She doesn’t hesitate to take you in her arms. “Y/n, It’s okay… I understand.” She whispers into your head. You pull away slowly, and she wipes your tears with her thumb. “Is this okay?” She asks carefully when she leans forward. “Always, Nat.” You answer easily. The kiss was slow and meaningful. You pulled away smiling with your forehead on hers just enjoying the moment. “You want to watch a movie with me?” You ask cheekily. “With you, or with everyone in the common room?” You chuckle. “With me, I’m not sharing you. We’ll just happen to be in the same room as them.” You tease. “Alright then lead the way.”

You hold hands the entire way there, and you hear laughing. Peter and your dad and what you assumed is Vision laughter. You walk into the room and immediately freeze, and so does nat. There is another you sitting next to Peter on the couch laughing with him. Nat pulls out a knife from out of thin air. “Peter get away from the couch!” You say it loud enough to catch everyone's attention. Peter expertly jumps away, while Vision moves your father away. You or the other you just stands and slowly turns to meet your gaze. You take a step towards your counterpart and they find themselves doing the same. “Who are you?” you asked casually. “I would have to ask you the same thing.” Before anyone could even get a word out Peter interjects. “Only the real y/n…” he stops abruptly when Natasha makes a move placing your counterpart in a choke hold. “Who are you and what do you want?” She asks not so nicely. It is only then when their eyes widen “what am I thinking about right now?” she asks quickly. You don't know what compels you to answer but you do. “How soft Nat's hands are.” You both say synchronized. You quickly make your way to her and close your eyes. When you open them again Natasha's arms are empty.

You laugh incredulously, “That is new.” You say and everyone seems to catch up. "That was you?" Peter asks "How did you do that?" your father quickly follows up. “I… I have no idea. I was thinking about Nat and the next minute I was at her door.” You sigh trying to collect your thoughts. “But I also remember being here with you guys laughing at Peter.” Everyone is quiet until Peter jumps up and basically yells for you to do it again. You smile and comply. “this is so weird” you say to your other self. Your movements mirror each other as you observe one another. "This is crazy right?" You ask no one in particular and every one just absentmindedly nods.

A/N: I know I kind of forgot about this story but now it’s back. These powers huh? If you see were I'm going with this no you didn’t. shhh. Love you all have a great day or night.

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incorrectyelenat · 4 years

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Peter: what if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in spanish?

Natasha: *heavy sigh*

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maybemarvelbaby · 4 years

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The Hit Girl (III)

A/N: I honestly have no idea how long this is gonna be in my drafts, but when you see it, you see it. I’m crazy swamped with work right now so this might take a while. Anyways… Enjoy!<3

Pairing(s): mentor!Natasha Romanoff x mentee!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mama!Romanoff, cooluncle!Tony, Cursing, Peter being the best boi

“Tony, I said NO!”

Your mentor yelled at her teammate.

“Come on, Nat. She’s more than capable, plus Peter’s gonna be there.”

A heavy sigh left Natasha’s lips and she sent a glare to Tony.

“If she gets hurt, Tony-”

“She won’t! It’s a simple data collection stealth mission.” Tony interrupted. Natasha let out another sigh and reluctantly agreed.

“Fine, but she better have some kind of a connection to me at ALL times. This will be her first mission alone and I don’t want it to be her last.” You mentor stated, earning a satisfied sigh from Tony and an excited expression from yourself.

“Alrighty then, it’s settled. Peter and (Y/N), come with me, I’ll show you your disguises and give you your alibies.” Tony called to you and the boy around your age. The two of you made quick eye contact and you noticed he was staring at you for most of the meeting. Peter realized this and quickly looked away, a blush appearing on his cheeks, before he awkwardly and not-so-gracefully stood up to follow the man he admires. You followed right after, doing your best to ignore the way he tried to secretly steal glances at you.

Soon, Tony lead the two of you into a room full of the Avenger’s suits, including your’s and Peter’s. Tony walked over to a desk in the middle of the room while you and Peter looked around.

“Awww dammit... where’d I put those stupid-ass things?” He muttered to himself before picking up two id cards, a bracelet, and a watch, “Here they are! Okay kids, it’s Christmas time, come over here and get your presents!”

You rolled your eyes before walking over to him in a nonchalant manner, Peter standing next to you.

“Now, there is this man, his name is Jared Walters. He stole some classified information from S.H.I.E.L.D. that we need back. There is going to be some kind of business party thing where Mr. Walters was gonna trade off he information to H.Y.D.R.A. So, the two of you are gonna pose as two young, and rich siblings who are preparing to inherit their father’s business, Electric Co. (it’s an electricity company). Peter, your name is Mr. Thomas Barrett. (Y/N), you are Ms. Abigail Barrett. You two are siblings, but Ms. Abigail here is adopted. Thomas you’re twenty, you are attending the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, double-majoring in Computer Science and Mechanical Engineering... and I need you to go blonde,” Tony said, earning a surprised ‘What?!?!’ from Peter, which he ignored and continued, “Ms. Abigail, you are twenty-one, a vegan, you graduated from Stanford early with degrees in Psychology and Economics. And are now attending the New England Conservatory of Music to get your music degree. Oh, do you mind if we dye your hair? Or do you just want a wig.” Tony asked.

“Wig please.” You replied. Tony then handed over the information cards and files that repeated all of the information he had just given in slightly more detail.

“Now, this next toy is very cool. These are your suits in case the two of you get stuck in a sticky situation or are caught and need to escape quickly. Just press this button here and wa-blam-o ya got yourselves a suit. I made them myself with my new nano-tech.” Tony said smiling proudly and handing you a bracelet and Peter a somewhat matching watch. “Now go get ready!”

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You stood in front a handsomely dressed Peter who was doing his best to face away from you. He was wearing a nice business suit and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his newly bleached hairs. His cheeks once again turned a dark crimson, which only encouraged more of your giggles.

“Okay, look. It’s for a miss-” He started as he turned his head your way before stopping and staring at you for much longer than you felt comfortable. Your giggly attitude quickly faded and you grew cold and defensive under his gaze.

“What seems to be the matter? Is there a problem?” You asked him, straightening your back and squaring your shoulders to make yourself look more intimidating.

“Wha-What? No! No-no-no-no-no! No. There’s no problem. It’s just... you... you uh... you look-” Peter began to stutter, the crimson on his cheeks spreading to his ears and down his neck.

“I look what?” You asked threateningly.

“Pretty!” He yelped, “You look very, very pretty.”

A quiet “Oh” fell from your lips as your cheeks flushed a light pink and you looked down at your feet.

“Blue suits you,” he began, seemingly more confident this time, “it really brings out your eyes.” He said letting his eyes trail from the platinum blonde wig on your head, down the cerulean shade of blue fabric that hugged your body and formed a gown, to the silver heels that made you seem taller but also hurt like hell and you couldn’t wait to chuck off.

“Are you trying to make advances on me, Parker?” You asked, firming up again. “Because I refuse to tolerate any kind of disrespect, and I will not allow you to attempt to seduce me in any sort of manner. So-”

“OH MY GOD NO! JESUS (Y/N)!” He yelled, cutting you off and beginning to chuckle as his face turned a dark shade of red, “I was... I was just trying to give you a complement. God... I’m not trying to seduce you, I promise.”

You glared at him softly before regaining a more relaxed posture and turning in front of you.

“Blue looks good on you too.” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, before tilting your head down slightly and distracting yourself with anything that could get your mind off of him.

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“Alright kiddos! You’ve got a job to do so let’s get going!” Tony said strutting up to the two of you, Natasha behind him. She was walking as confident as ever, but you could see the anxiety that she felt in her eyes. You cleared your throat and she turned her head towards you. The both of you made eye contact and stared at each other, having a silent conversation in your heads that included her expressing her nervousness and you reassuring her that it would be okay.

You knew Natasha cared for you, in the way that any mentor would care for their apprentice. Wanting to see them succeed and probably not die. But you didn’t know that Natasha felt more than that. She felt as though you were her own daughter, the closest thing she could ever have to one. She loved you like you were her own child that she carried in her womb for nine months and raised for years. And the anxiety that she felt with this mission was more than just wanting you to succeed and not get hurt. Natasha was terrified of losing you, but you would never have guessed.

After earning a quick nod from Nat that told you she trusts you and to be careful. The four of you walked onto the Quinjet and set off towards your destination.

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sxtansqueen · 4 years

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AM I GOING CRAZY? Masterlist. Bucky Barnes x Stark! Reader (social au!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!reader (social au!)

Summary: yn starts hearing other people´s thoughts translating into songs when she´s hit by a volley ball while listening to music. What will she do when one of her best friends, Bucky Barnes, starts singing heartful love songs towards her?

Warnings: lots of swearing, angst.

Masterlist:

twitter accounts.

1. Are you on crack, yn?

2. I think I love you, yn.

3. When aren´t you confused, yn?

4. What have you done now, Barnes?

TAGLIST IS OPEN! (Just comment that you wanna be in it and I’ll tag you! :D)

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romancingromanoff · 5 years

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The Taste of Spiders (Natasha x femme reader, Peter x reader platonic)

Peter has a huge crush on the reader and asks her out on a date. He gets turned down but not for the reason he expected. Takes place during CACW

“So, uh. Do we have a team name or something?” the new recruit nervously spoke for the first time. The jet was headed to Berlin and you felt kind of bad for the kid who seemed to have no idea what was going on and hadn’t even been on a plane before. He couldn’t be any older than 15 or 16 so he only three or four years younger than you at the most so you knew how intimidating it could be getting dragged into this world and by Tony of all people. He wasn't exactly the most considerate or sensitive guy.

“A team name?” Natasha raised a single eyebrow at him with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Yeah, like Team Iron Man or something just cause we probably can’t be Team Captain America. Actually, what’s the opposite of America?”

“The opposite of America?”

“Or I don’t know, where are you from I guess? We could go with that just as long as it’s not also America.”

“I’m Russian,” she answers him flatly and his face goes completely red. The poor kid looked like he was going to pee his pants and you shot your girlfriend a quick angry look. You knew she wasn’t the easiest person to like or get along with, but did she have to be so cold to him? Before you can say anything else to her she gets up and goes to a private room in the back and you roll your eyes at how she’s acting before quickly apologizing to Peter about her behavior.

“I think Team Iron Man has a nice ring to it,” you quickly chirp in and reassure him. “And if we’re all going to be working together as a team we should probably get to know each other too, right?” you made the move and sat down next to him and he seemed to cheer up a bit.

For the next few hours you got to know more about Peter, who he was as a teenage boy, and how he became Spiderman. Having been homeschooled and specially trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. for all of your childhood you were especially interested in hearing his stories from school and could’t help but ask about those silly trivial things you missed out on like homecoming and sports games.

“Ok, so after third period I usually just eat lunch with Ned in the cafeteria and the food is edible, I guess, so I-I I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe that you’re interested in hearing about my life when you are just so cool! I am just, I’m sorry, but I’m a huge fan of your work, it is seriously amazing, really, I can’t believe you’re talking to me.”

You laugh give him a smile. You were hoping to make him feel as comfortable and welcome as possible but didn’t realize he was a fan. That’s usually a little awkward to address but you’re at least happy to see that he’s enthusiastic about something. But it turns out that two of you hold one thing in common when it comes to fighting and you bond over that strange quirk: Talking during fights.

“I don’t know, it just relieves a lot of the tension, you know?” he jokes.

“Exactly! Natasha always makes fun of me for it, but sometimes taking everything so seriously just gets tiring.”

Almost like she knows you were talking about her the redheaded assassin finally emerges to rejoin the two of you as the plane also begins to descend. “You kids might wanna put your seat belts on for landing if that isn’t too serious for you or anything.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter quickly answers with his voice breaking just a little bit causing you to laugh.

“No, no! I’m not laughing at you,” you clarify. “That was just really cute.”

You pretend to be focused on looking out the window with Peter for the next 20 minutes as you also feel Natasha’s stare burning into the back of your head. Usually she was always the bigger person when it came to common relationship insecurities that most couples faced but jealousy was one that hit her hard and fast. You actually thought it was pretty cute that she got possessive of you so easily. It was certainly hot and it reminded you of how much you meant to her.

When the plane landed you realized that you had the rest of the evening all to yourselves just to settle in and maybe go out into the city. “What do you wanna do?” you asked turning to Peter and just shrugged and nervously scratched the back of his neck in response.

“You mean, we could do anything?”

“Well, virtually anything so long as its legal and not too unrealistic.”

“Um,” he glances around super quickly like he’s looking for something and you just watch him intently. “You probably know this place way better than I do and I’m up for anything.”

“Okay, well maybe we just go get some coffee for now? It’s going to be really busy for us tomorrow but I know of a really cute little cafe in Lichtenberg.”

“Yes, that sounds perfect. Ok, cool, cool. You know I could, uh, buy us some coffee, like um, like um, a date, maybe,” he stutters with the cutest look on his face that you’re so upset about what you have to do.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?” he’s flustering now waiting for your answer while trying to play it cool.

You take his left cheek in your right hand and he kind of tenses up a little bit just from not expecting it. “I would be so lucky, but I don’t swing that way Spiderman,” you give him a small smile and lean forward to kiss his forehead.

“Oh,” he kind of goes quiet but smiles back at you nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t know there was a no team-dating policy but I guess that makes a lot of sense.”

You chuckle at how easily he misinterpreted what you meant. “No, what I mean is I’m just caught in someone else’s web. You see I-”

“She’s dating me,” Nat swoops in and grabs your other hand to stand right next to you. The look on Peter’s face is priceless going from confusion to realization to straight up embarrassment in just a matter of seconds.

“Oh... I mean, no, not ‘oh’ as in ‘oh no,’ I just meant ‘oh’ as in that’s awesome because that’s... that’s really hot.” he covers his mouth with his hand after that last bit somehow slipped out from his thoughts and you knew you weren’t supposed to have heard it but you just laugh and give him a friendly hug.

“I think that’s the most intelligent observation he’s made yet,” Natasha smiles and says in your ear before giving your cheek a kiss you can’t help but get all grinny about. She really had you in her web.

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Lost legacy Ch.3

A/N- wow okay I hope you guys like this chapter.

Warning- mentions of abuse

Tagged- @ellaorelizabeth , @camu-winchester , @reinyrei , @remakethestars , @euphoniumpets , @moonbearmeliox

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

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You always dreamed of having parents like any parentless child would. Every birthday wish would be the same, just a family who would pick you up from Hydras grasp and take you with them. But like very wish you made every year it never came true. One time at night before going to bed you got on your knees and put your hands together and prayed something you had seen on tv on the occasional times you did watch tv, you prayed to whoever was above, the big man above, the many gods or the big bright star it didn’t matter you just prayed. Prayed for a loving family, you remembered you felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you kept saying the same words. “ I wish for a family. Please.” Over and over again. But that night while you were doing that one of the doctors came in to your room and caught you. He rushed to your side and grabbed your hand pulled you up to your feet.

“You have no family! Only us! Your Mama you pray for left you here because she didn’t love you! We saved you so you could become what you are now! Your Mama doesn’t love you and no one will come save you!” The doctor yelled as he dragged you down the hall. After that interaction though you still remained hopeful, that maybe one day she would come or maybe even your dad. Even if they reminded you everyday after that day that you had no family you still hoped until you got older and it slowly died down. But even still, now you still had that bit of hope.

That’s why now when you asked the avengers of your request you got nervous. You got scared to know the answer to your long awaited question, what if the truth was not one you were going to like? What if what they had said was true? But yet even with the doubt you had you still needed to know. To atleast know how they look.

“while we wait for Tony to return why don't we get you situated in your room?” Black widow told you and you just responded with a simple nod. Its not like you had much say in the matter. You followed behind her and she soon presented herself to you, revealing herself as Natasha Romanoff. She also presented Captain America as Steve Rogers. He was in front of you next to Natasha but it seemed that what he had asked you before had his mind miles away. Natasha talked and gave you a tour throughout the rest of the facility. You weren't really paying any attention though. Your mind was somewhere else, it was on the thought that this whole thing was just an act and that at any second they were going to turn you back to Hydra or even kill you. That's why you didn't let yourself get excited at the place you were going to call home from now on because you knew that any moment they'll leave you to yourself.

Yet when she showed you the room where you would be staying at from now on you couldn’t help but look at it amazed, like how a child looks at a toy store. But you kept your amazement hidden to yourself only letting them see your poker face. “We’ll let you settle in and then we can present you to the rest of the team if you want.” Natasha said as she stood by the door. You looked around and arched an eyebrow. You had nothing with you nothing that you could actually store in a room beside the clothes you had been wearing when they had caught you. Oh and your bracelet. “I’m sorry...uhmm I’ll be back.” Natasha responded noticing what you had also noticed. She awkwardly left the room leaving you standing in the center of your new room. Before you could fully take in the room Natasha came in one last time and put your silver bracelet on the bedside table.

When you made sure she was actually gone your looked at the every inch of the room. It was bigger than any room you had stayed in at Hydras base or when you were living in the streets. You sat on the bed and noticed how comfortable it felt. You let your hand sink into the pillows. You turned your head and noticed a tv. You felt excited and happy to have a room like this one but you had to keep reminding yourself that nothing good like this comes for free and will eventually end. You let your little bit of happiness die down and you grabbed your bracelet. You looked at every window for a possible way to escape. You stood up from the bed and got a closer look. Their was no way you were going to stay here like a prisoner but first you needed to know who your parents were and then you could leave.

Natasha did as she had said. She introduced you to your new house and team mates. Some of them greeted you with smiles and others didn’t but it’s not like you greeted any of them with a happy and warm smile either. You examined all their faces, some were new members that you had little knowledge about like the red robot Vision and the girl Wanda. She seemed nicer and seemed to be one of the only ones here to have powers beside yourself of course. You didn’t know much about the new members like you did the older ones, because after leaving Hydra you stopped learning about them which is why some seemed new to you only knowing them from the news you would read in newspapers or see on the TVs while walking in the streets.

While waiting for Tony to return to the facility you waited in an awkward silence. You kept to yourself but it was not like any of the team members tried to talk to you and even if they did try you wouldn’t try to take the conversation far.

At the sound of the door opening you looked up and saw Iron Man or... Tony. He looked around the room until his eyes landed on you. “Come on kid let’s go.” He said as he waved you over to him. You got up and followed behind him in silence. “So what you can bend water and air?” He spoke up. You rolled your eyes at his comment. You also saw that Natasha hit his arm but it didn’t seem to be in a hurtful way. “what it’s just a question.” You heard him say to her quietly.

“You could say that.” You grumbled under your breath. Their was much more to your powers then just water and air but earth and fire too. And it also wasn’t called bending it was called manipulation. “What are you some sort of Tin Can?” You asked with a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. He scoffed but you heard him chuckle lightly at your lame excuse of a comeback.

“You could say that.” He answered. When you arrived at the lab inside still inside the facility you got more nervous then you already were.

Out of habit you let your eyes wander the room for any possible exits. Something that caught your eye was one of Iron Mans suits. It was displayed there in the lab behind a glass box. Out of curiosity you walked closer to it to take a closer look. When you were in Hydra you had heard many stories of Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers they were played out as the enemy that did nothing good and only destroyed. You never believed the stories though as much as they told you them repeatdly to try and brainwash you, because you knew the real enemy was always and will always be Hydra. Yet as you saw your brown eyes reflect themselves through the glass that had the Iron suit inside it, you couldn’t help but get chills.

“I’m going to need some form of DNA from you. Preferably hair I don’t want to clean your spit.” Tony said and you did as you were told. He said some stuff into his computer and you waited. The time seemed to slow down as you waited. The anxiety of waiting and finally getting to know the answer to your longed awaited question ate at you. You took a deep breath and began to fidget your right hand because of the anxiety you felt. You were finally going to know. Finally atleast see their face.

“I’ve found two viable matches Mr.Stark.” The computer announced making you even more nervous knowing that the computer had been able to find both your parents.

“Okay read them off please.” Tony said to the computer and you walked closer to the screen. Your left hand was on your right wrist fidgeting with the silver braclet you had on.

“I’ve found DNA that match’s that to Giuletta Kristina Nefaria.” The computer said and your eyes went wide at the sound of name. You didn’t know who she was but just the sound of your mothers name sent you down a whirlwind of emotions.

“Is there any recent activity on her?” He asked and you felt your heart pounding at the question.

“No it seems that she was last seen fifteen years ago.” You sighed at the answer and felt as if your heart broke a little at the news. You looked at the picture that was next to her name and saw you and her shared similar features even if half of her face was covered with a gold mask you could still see similarities like the same hair color and other smaller things.. then again you only hoped you shared similarities with her you didn’t actually know if you did. “I’m sorry kid.” You heard Natasha say to you. You looked at her and couldn’t find words to say.

“Okay tell me the next match you found.” Tony said. Even if the news of your mother had upset you and set your hopes low you still had them. Maybe your Farher was alive.. then again what would you do if he was?

“Are you sure Mr.Stark perhaps this is news you would like to listen to in private.” The computer said only causing you to worry. You looked over at Tony and then at the computer.

“Yes it’s fine FRIDAY.” Tony said and once again you felt your nerves getting the better of you. You took another deep breath as you kept your eyes glued to the screen.

“The other DNA match I found matches to... Anthony Edward Stark.”

(A/N- so Giuletta Kristina Nefaria or also known as Madame Masque. Is an actual character in the comics and is love interest with Tony at one point in the comics of course. So I thought I would add her onto the series more of a cameo but I still added her. She’s not going to be significant to the plot at all I just wanted to add an actual character tony has been with instead of just writing a random name so yeah. So please take note that she’s not going to be important to the plot she’s just a cameo!)

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userdokja · 5 years

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Young. | Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (One)

Summary: Reader was sent to kill Tony Stark, But she changed her mind, Saved him and found a new family instead.

Warnings: Fluff, Death. Stabbing people™ (Credits to Mr. Loki Laufeyson) My Writing and Grammar

A/N: Peter is 18 reader is turning 18 I can't do the read more thingy Because I'm on my phone.

Word Count: 2.4k words of shitty writing

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You woke up with the sound of your phone ringing, You groaned knowing who it was. You answered the phone and closed your eyes.

"Y/n? We have a job for you." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I thought I was on a vacation you can't do this to me! I'm still just a kid!"

"10 Million Dollars." She stated calmly, Ignoring your complaint.

Your eyes widened.

"Who?"

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"Anthony Edward Stark." She handed you a file. But you stayed silent.

"Why him? Didn't he save the world a lot of times--"

"15 Million." You scoffed. And shook your head no.

"Tony Stark is a good ma--"

"And I need you to do your Job." She tilted her head. "Do you have any connection with him? If not then do it, Your Mother needs this doesn't she?" You rubbed your temple and sighed. You drop your hand and looked at the file.

"You're one of our best Y/n. Don't do anything stupid." You can feel her gaze following you as you walk out of the room.

You walked home thinking about what just happened. Debating on whether you should do it or not. You were going to visit your mother Today. But you'll need to do your Job first.

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You inhaled nervously as you walked inside the Avengers Tower, Dressed in a uniform. You took the elevator to go up and before the door closed someone slipped right in. You noticed who the man was next to you.

Tony Stark.

His phone ringed in his pocket he answered it immediately. "Hello? Sam? Yeah, I'm almost there..what!? why did you let Thor use the oven?!" He groaned in frustration "Where's everyone? I know I'm late I was on a date with Pepper."

You started feeling bad, This man had plans. Friends, You never had second thoughts when you started this job, You kept telling yourself that It was for your mother. But would your mom want this life for you?

The elevator made a sound making you snap out of your thoughts you both walked out of the lift, You kept your eyes on him, Wondering what you should do. You bump on someone's shoulder causing you to tumble backward.

"Hey, Are you the one I called earlier?" You looked up but then quickly averted your eyes when you saw The Falcon.

"Y-Yeah, About the oven?" He nodded and lead the way. It was a mess.

"Am I supposed to fix the Oven or clean it?" You mumbled to yourself you looked around and saw that your ex- target was gone.

"Oh shit."

"What?" You yelped slightly at the loud voice and turned around. You faced another Avenger.

"Uhmm-- Thor right?" You thought of an excuse. "Where's the bathroom?"

He pointed to the left and you thanked him

"No problem little lady." He gave you a big smile.

you walked around once you were out of sight you found where he was, In a meeting room. You were slightly blinded by a red light for a short moment until you realized what it was. You were told about this when you were recruited. That there's always someone to finish the job for you if you don't.

you ran inside the room earning weird looks from the other Avengers.

"Mr. Stark get down!" you pushed him down before whoever was sent pulled the trigger. Everyone ducked as well the bullet crashed into the glass table making a loud sound.

You walked In front of everyone and pulled out the gun hidden in your shoes, you started shooting the person even though there's a glass in front of you, They started shooting back You heard the door open behind you, And a loud clang, it was from Captain Americas shield the bullet bounced back and hit your shoulder, You groaned in pain. Tony Stark appeared behind you and flew out the broken window In his Armor. He blasted his Repulsors at the black-suited man, You looked behind you didn't notice everyone left, Black Widow was beside you holding a gun. Steve Rogers probably helped everyone out.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked.

"Why should I tell you?" You walked away.

"You should probably stay, Explain what happened. Get that bullet out of your shoulder." You heard Iron Man land behind you.

"who sent you?" He asked behind his helmet, Being the smart guy he is he answered his own question.

"You're from HYDRA. Huh. Y/n. L/N. killed three people this month." He opened his helmet and walked out of his Suit. "Why did you do that? I mean You're from the bad guys."

"I don't even know what you're talking about. What HYDRA? I work for someone else I don't just kill. I don't kill innocent People."

"Are you sure? Because you've been planting bullets on good people's head. the last businessman you killed had wife and kids

"You're wrong--"

"JARVIS, Show her." A hologram showed up on top of the broken table, You were in the news, Reported as one of the most wanted people. You were given false Information. You started getting dizzy and heard an unfamiliar voice before blacking out.

"Sir, Her heartbeat is getting dangerously slow."

----

You woke up In a cold room, It was already dark outside and it was raining. You sat up and looked at your shoulder, It was bandaged.

You walk out of your room, You spotted Steve Rogers.

"uhmm..Mr. Rogers?" He looked at you.

"Oh, Y-You're awake. If you're looking for Tony Jarvis probably already told him, Would you like some coffee?" He offered with a smile.

"No thank you, Sir, I was wondering when I can tell you everything? So I can get back to my mom.." You sat In front of him a table between the both of you.

"I don't know, It's up to the Person who's going to be asking you questions. And It's very late so probably tomorrow?" You nodded understandingly.

"What's HYDRA?" You asked him.

"It's an organization, Of terrorists. They brainwashed my best friend Bucky, He did some bad things... But here he is, In the tower one of the Avengers." You noticed the confused look on your face and chuckled "What I'm saying is, He didn't know what he was doing, It wasn't him, And you didn't know what you were doing too, So I hope tomorrow.." He gets up and placed his empty mug on the sink. "You tell the truth. Goodnight Miss L/N." He gave you a warm smile and you smiled back.

----

"What's your name?" Natasha asked.

"Y/n L/N"

"Who do you work for?"

"Apparently I was working for Hydra."

"What were you doing here yesterday?"

You answered different questions honestly, After everything you did there's no reason to lie. You were In that room sitting In that chair for Almost two hours until they let you go see your Mother. They know about her as well, They knew about her operation.

You met Bucky that day as well, He was a sweet guy, He gave you a ride hospital and Offered to take you to back to the Tower as well but you kindly declined his offer.

Once you arrived at your mother's hospital room you noticed something as different, you couldn't hear the television from outside, Her laughing at the show. You slowly opened the door And she wasn't there. You immediately rushed tot he nurse's station.

"Hi, was Miss L/n moved? From room 300?" The nurse looked at you with a confused expression.

"Her Daughter was the one who Reported her death. I thought Miss L/N didn't have any more relatives." You felt like you were going to pass out, The Nurse asks if you're okay but you waved her away. You knew who did this, They were the reason your mother was still alive. And they took her away as well.

"Hello? Who is this?" Your phone only had three people's number, Your mom, Your boss, And Bucky.

"It's Y/n, Can-- Can you pick me up?"

----

"Y/n what you're planning to do is dangerous. Taking them down on your own? You're going to kill yourself! We should at least tell the team. "

"I don't have time to tell the team. My mom's already gone. And they can kill me anytime now." He parked In front of the tower and helped you out, You both walked inside to take the elevator. His arms were still around you.

"You're being reckless Y/n, I don't know you much yet but I want you to..Let it all out."

"Let what out?"

"You didn't cry when you were told were you?" You shake your head.

"Then go on. Cry. Scream. It will hurt more if you don't" You wanted to do what he said. you really did but you held it all back you were sure you won't be able to hold it back for very long because you already felt tears stinging your eyes.

"Thank you, Bucky." You both walked out of the Elevator and saw Thor.

"Ah, Little Lady, You're back!" Thor greeted you with a smile but it quickly dropped when he saw your face. "What happened?"

"My Mom's gone." Your voice broke, And Thor comforted you with a hug and a pat on the back. Bucky left you both. Thor told you about his mother And comforted each other. You soon changed the topic and made you forget about everything for a little while.

"Y/n I heard about what happened," Tony said behind you. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, sir."

"Sir? Call me Tony, How old are you?" he laughed.

"I'm 17."

"Holy shit. You're 17! How many have you-- How are you about all this stuff? Where's your dad?"

"Well I don't have a dad, Mom said he left when I was really young. And I'm Good, I'll probably die In the next 24 hours or so.." He gave you a weird look.

"You can stay here for a while. Bucky told me about your plan and you're not doing that." He leads you to an empty room and you thanked him.

"Mr. Stark?-- oh. Hi, I'm- I'm Peter Parker." A boy with a really cute face popped out of nowhere.

"You're spider boy!" You smiled at him, "I'm Y/n." you held your hand out for a handshake and he gave it a little shake.

"Spiderman actually, How did you know?"

"Your voice It's really unforgettable You passed by me once when I dropped my wallet." He just nods and stared at you.

"Alright! Stop flirting!" Tony dragged Peter away. and you closed the door, Everything that happened came back to you. You lied down your bed and pulled out the knives from your Jeans, You closed your eyes and went to sleep.

----

2 months later

"Is this really necessary?" You tugged at the straps of your bag. Tony made you go to a school with Peter, It's been months since your first day at the tower There was no sign of Hydra no traces of them in the house you normally meet up.

"Yes. You're 17 And a normal girl goes to school!"

"But I'm not a normal girl, I've killed 10 people since I was 16!"

"That's why you're going to school!" You rolled your eyes and Got in his expensive car. Steve was In the car too Sitting beside Tony who was the one driving while Peter was beside you.

"all set kids?" Steve asked you both.

"Yes, Dad." You said sarcastically but You didn't know it affected Steve and he smiles a little.

----

"Y/n, This is Ned my best friend." You smiled at Ned.

"Hi! Will you sit with us at lunch?" He asks with a smile.

"Yeah," you replied.

The school was really boring, Sure you've been into one before but You forgot how it sucks. Especially when your Teacher said something about Avengers.

"So the main lesson in the story Is that sometimes even if our intentions are good we can do something wrong instead. Like the Avengers." That caught your attention. "They think They're saving the world while all they do is mess it up--"

"Hold on a second." Everyone's eyes turned to you. "Who the fu--"

"She just needs to go to the Bathroom." Peter quickly said beside you. You just nodded and walked out, You found the bathroom after walking around for five minutes when you opened the door someone dragged you in.

"well well well... what do we have here?" The tall man pressed you against the wall.

"Your Breath smells like shit man, Move away!" He does what you told him to do, And now you can reach the dagger on your boots you held it up and stabbed his back.

"Aarghh!" He yelled and loosened his grip around your neck.

"Oh man, I knew It!" You stabbed his left thigh and his stomach. "Who do you work for? Hydra?" You grab him by his long blonde hair making him look up to you. But his eyes wandered behind you and widened.

"Y/n let him go and get in the car outside the school." You heard a very familiar voice. You drop him on the ground and turned around with a small smile on your face.

"Thanks, Captain." You ran outside and got In the car.

"How's your first day?"

"Pretty cool. How did you know I was In trouble anyways?"

"I Left something in your watch. Just In case." You smile at him and leaned back.

"I stabbed the man In the back and Stomach, by the way, I hope he survives for questioning. He was smelly." He laughed at your story you both talked about his past enemies as you waited for Steve to be back.

"Are you going to marry pepper?" You asked out of the blue

"I hope, maybe one day."

"And have kids?" You made him laugh again.

"Yeah, that too."

"I think you'll be a great Dad, I mean I never had one but You and Steve are basically my dads." Your eyes widened not sure if you should've said that.

"Thanks, kid." That was the last thing you heard before a gunshot.

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A/N: This is part one of "Young" there's a lot more to come! This is the longest fic I've ever written. I hope you like it!

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