Sam is on a mission with the Guardians and he took Peter’s shirt with him
My friend requested herself in the spiderman kiss and I decided to do it!
SUMMARY; Y/N is falling for the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Unrelated, her and that dork Peter do not get along. (enemies to lovers au)
PAIRING; peter parker x reader
WARNING; swearing, jealousy all around, and flash being a dick. a/n; this chapter has been up on patreon for a week, so if you want to join feel free to check out my page!
Betty’s words banged against your skull all day, and then all week, and all you could think about was the prospect of losing your hero to one of his co-workers. It was odd, thinking of him as having co-workers–he was a teenager–but the news app on your phone was restless, telling you all about Spiderman and Black Cat and their missions and late night hang sessions.
Fine, maybe ‘hang session’ wasn’t the exact term the news reporter used–but in your head, that’s how it played out.
They were out late, full of adrenaline, playing hero, catching the bad guys, going to a rooftop to wind down, talking, getting to know each other, bonding.
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Once again, Julia stood in front of the Theta Brain-Wave Frequency Machine. Daisy and Sam stood at her side, Simmons was at the control panel while May was in the recording room.
“Are you ready?” they heard May ask through the speaker.
Julia felt tensed up, and tried to control her breathing. Memories of the last time went through her mind. A soothing hand on her shoulder. She looked to her right and saw Daisy.
“This time we will stop. I promise. He’s not here,” she reassured.
Julia nodded and took a deep breath. Slowly she walked to the machine and took her place. This time, Sam held her hand as a comfort. The machine clicked on and the humming sound filled the room again.
“Okay Julia, try to remember as far back as you can.” Daisy asked.
Julia closed her eyes and took some deep breaths to help herself remain calm.
“Pain. A lot of pain. I’m bleeding. He carried me,” Julia summed up after a moment.
“Who carried you?”
Julia opened her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Bucky,” she whispered. “I felt weak. I listened to the rhythm of his heart and then I fell asleep.”
Sam bowed his head in sadness and gulped down a lump in his throat.
“Can you go deeper in your memories?” Daisy asked. “To the moment before you met Bucky?”
Julia closed her eyes again and took a few deep breaths.
“Try to remember your first meeting with the British man,” Daisy advised.
In the meantime, Coulson and Elslander entered May’s area and started to watch the scene. Elslander took a trembling breath.
“She looks so bad,” she stated as she swallowed down her tears.
“A villa. I remember a villa,” Julia said after a while. “With another man. He hurt me. A lot. And crystals.”
Julia looked at Daisy.
“The crystals you’ve talked about. I broke one and stones covered up my body. After a while I broke free from it.”
“Okay, what else can you remember?”
Julia stared at the ceiling.
“I got scared after he hurt me again and I tried to escape. I was stopped by a red-golden iron suited man. And somebody in a red-blue spandex kind of suit,” Julia continued. “They wanted the crystals. But they were gone, out of the villa. I got on to the roof of the villa with the blue-red figure. The figure, it shot webs out of its wrists and was able to catch a suitcase. I got shot, fell off the roof and got covered by stone again.”
“Shot by who?” Daisy asked.
“By somebody out of a black SUV. Then I broke free from the stones. There was a soldier who spoke Russian, I think. He kissed me and I…” Julia took a deep breath and swallowed. “I killed him…with my powers. Then he was there.”
“A British man, The Sir.”
Daisy looked at Sam.
“I guess we’re getting close.” Daisy looked back at Julia. “Anything else, Julia?”
“He offered me a hand. I could have run away but there was a group of soldiers. The Sir followed me. He reassured me he would take care of me because he promised her.”
“Her?” Sam asked.
Elslander closed her eyes as a tear went over her face.
Julia stared at the ceiling and was silent for a while. Daisy, Simmons and Sam waited patiently till she started talking. Julia saw the blonde woman again. The woman was looking at Julia and smiled.
Coulson laid a hand on Elslander’s shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“It’s better not to interrupt this with your powers, Wilma,” he advised.
Julia saw the blonde woman slowly fading away. She blinked her eyes a few times.
“The woman of my hallucinations. She was here again,” she admitted.
Daisy looked at the window and saw Coulson and Elslander. Coulson nodded at Daisy as a sign to continue.
“Can you go back to the memory about HYDRA and The Sir?” Daisy asked as she looked back at Julia.
“The Sir took me away,” Julia continued. “To the Swiss Alps where it was safe, according to him. He gave me food and new clothing. I had to give him all my belongings.”
“Do you know his real name?” Daisy asked.
“I had to call him The Sir, out of respect. The Madame, she called him Daniel.”
Daisy looked at May. May went over to a computer. She typed in the information she had just got about The Sir. After a few seconds she got the result.
“Daniel Whitehall,” she informed them.
“Oh my god,” Elslander gasped.
“Then Daisy guessed it right,” Coulson said. He looked at Elslander, who looked back at him, shocked. “I know it’s hard, but I want you to ask her if he is The Sir. You can go to the interrogation room and wait for her.”
Elslander nodded as she accepted the task, and left.
“Okay, one last question, Julia. Did you volunteer to become one of HYDRA?”
“No. But I had to,” Julia admitted.
“Why?” Daisy wondered.
Julia looked at her.
“They would punish you if you refused an order, or kill you if you escaped.”
Daisy was shocked. She swallowed, nodded and looked at Simmons.
“I think we have our answers,” she told the doctor.
Simmons agreed and switched off the machine. Julia rubbed her face with both of her hands, while the machine went off. Then she slowly sat up.
“You did very well,” Daisy complimented her.
Sam just smiled proudly at her.
Then Coulson came into the area. He stood close by Julia. She looked up at him with fatigue in her eyes.
“Thank you for doing this. You are very brave,” he told her. “Do you think you can do one more interview?”
“If it’s necessary for you, yes,” Julia answered.
“I’ll tell her you’re in.”
He turned around and left.
Natasha opened her eyes. She felt something vibrating in the pocket of her jeans. She took the small device out of it and answered the call.
“Yeah?” she mumbled, groggy.
“Nat, we need to talk. Now,” she heard Clint demand.
“Don’t take her to the compound. She’ll put us all in danger,” Clint warned.
“Friend or not, just don’t do this!” Clint continued.
Without saying anything, Natasha cut off the conversation. She sat up and massaged her forehead with her fingers as a headache emerged. She looked up when she heard footsteps entering the room.
“Feeling better now?” Sam asked.
“Not really.” She looked at the phone in her hand. She sighed. “Clint called. He warned me not to bring Julia to the compound.”
Sam just shook his head with a smile as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“You couldn’t change his mind with your charm?” Sam remarked.
Natasha had to chuckle.
“I’m too tired and he’s too stubborn.” Natasha looked at Sam. “Any news?”
This time Sam sighed.
“They have the answers they wanted.” He shook his head. “The Sir’s name is Daniel Whitehall and he manipulated her badly, just like Pierce did.”
Natasha hung her head and mumbled a curse.
“He took her to the Alps,” he continued. “Where it all began for her.”
“Where is she now?” Natasha asked, worried.
“She had to undergo another interrogation.”
Slowly Natasha left the bed.
“We have to go to Fury and convince him we want Julia in the compound,” she announced.
Clint cursed at his phone after Natasha disconnected. He looked up at Tony who sat next to him.
“They’re sticking to their plan,” Clint said annoyed.
“Well, I have received her words from Fury. We can show them she can’t be trusted,” Tony told as he showed the list of words on his phone. “Once she is back in the compound, I can use FRIDAY to sum up the words since some of them are hard to pronounce.”
Clint agreed to his plan.
The door opened and she cautiously took a few steps inside. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the women sitting at the table in front of her. Julia couldn’t find the ability to breath. Golden wavy blonde hair, just like her own but shorter. The woman had the same diamond shape face as hers. The woman looked up and saw Julia standing there in fear. Elslander lips curled up into a small smile.
“Hello Julia. Do you remember me?”
Her voice pulled Julia into a memory of her childhood. Julia as a young girl, crying on her bed after being slapped by the man she grew up with. Her mother sneaked into her room and comforted her. She held her daughter in her arms, with her head on her chest so the young girl could listen to her heartbeat. She hummed a song until her child went calm.
As the door clicked shut, Julia snapped back into reality. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest. Her eyes widened as she took a step backwards. Frantically she shook her head. She remembered who this woman was.
“No. No, this can’t be!” She glued herself against the door. “You can’t be her! You’re a fake!”
“I’m not, Julia,” Elslander said as she slowly stood up. “I’m your mother.”
Quickly Julia turned herself around and tried to open the door. It was locked. She started to pound with her fists on it.
“Let me out! Let me out of here!” she screamed.
Julia left some dents in the door, but the door wouldn’t open. Elslander went closer to her.
“Julia, listen to me.”
“NO!” Julia yelled and ran away from her.
Julia went to the table and took the chair. She held it in front of her as a shield.
“Prove that you are my mother,” she growled.
“Your name is Juliana Wilhelmina Berger. You were born on December 10th 2001, at 3:41pm,” Elslander stated.
Julia wasn’t impressed by the information while she still stood aimed with the chair. Elslander took a deep breath as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Your father is not Julien Beckers. Your father’s name is Claus Berger. He died at a bank robbery caused by HYDRA when you were a baby.”
Julia’s face turned into shock as she felt something breaking inside her heart. Suddenly she remembered pictures of the strange man on the wedding pictures and pieces of the puzzle fell into place. She dropped the chair and sank through her legs, holding her hair firmly. She started to scream and cry hysterically. Elslander rushed to her and held her daughter in her arms. Carefully without touching her skin, she moved Julia’s head against her chest and started to rock back and forth. She even started to hum a song.
“And all the winds are like a kiss. And all the years are nemesis,” Elslander sang a song of Enya. “And all the moments fall in mist. And all is dust, remember this.”
She continued humming. Slowly Julia became calm as she heard the woman’s heartbeat and her humming.
“Mom?” Julia sobbed.
Elslander sighed relieved.
“Yes, sweetheart. I am here. I’m not dead,” she reassured.
Julia looked up at her, feeling confused.
“It’s a long story. But I guess you deserve the truth,” Elslander answered as she released Julia.
Julia watched her mother as she walked to the table. Elslander picked up the fallen chair and replaced it at the table.
“Have a seat and I’ll tell you everything.”
Over the next twenty minutes, Julia was updated by her mother. Elslander admitted she had been a secret SHIELD agent for Julia’s whole life, and got kidnapped by HYDRA during a mission while she was just pregnant. During the same mission she come in contact with the Terrigan Crystals. She explained how the hallucinations appeared in Julia’s mind, caused by her powers. Also she shared that her death was a set up by SHIELD, and she attended her own funeral in disguise.
Julia took a deep breath.
“So you were at your own funeral?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“He had chosen awful music, huh?” Elslander remarked.
“Yeah,” Julia admitted softly.
“It was more his taste of music than mine.”
A moment of silence as Julia was staring at Whitehall’s picture.
“Did he care about you?” Julia suddenly asked.
Julia tapped on Whitehall’s picture.
“No, it was all tricks,” Elslander admitted.
A tear went over Julia’s cheek as she still gazed at his picture. A small smile on her lips.
“He cared about me. After every punishment, mostly by the Madame, he was there. He caressed me. He gave me food and…”
Elslander took Julia’s gloved hand. The teenager looked at her mother.
“Please, I beg you. Whatever he did to you as kindness and any word he told you, don’t believe it!” the mother warned.
“But he cared about me,” Julia whispered confused.
Elslander became worried.
Natasha and Sam were walking through the hallways of The Playground. At the other side of the hall, they saw Agent Coulson walking towards them.
“Hey,” he greeted them. Sam and Natasha greeted him back. “Everything okay?”
“Kind of,” Natasha admitted. “Where’s Julia?”
“She’s meeting her mother,” he answered.
The two Avengers were slightly shocked.
“Her mother?” Sam remarked amazed.
“Wasn’t Julia an orphan?”
“SHIELD faked her mother’s death in a scene at her mom’s request. Actually she was hoping she would be found by her daughter so we could bring them both into safety. But it was Julien Beckers, Julia’s stepfather, who came home early and the whole plan went wrong,” Coulson explained.
“SHIELD had used the Tetrodotoxin-B drug for this set up?” Natasha asked.
Natasha’s phone went off again. She took it out of her jeans and saw it was a private number. She picked up.
“Hello?” she answered as she walked away from the men.
“Nat, it’s Clint again.”
“If you bring her to the compound, there will be consequences,” he warned.
“Is this a threat?” Natasha asked confused, feeling slightly attacked.
Natasha looked at Sam and Coulson who met her gaze.
“Just listen for once for your safety! Accept this as a warning. We have her words. I love you,” Clint said and disconnected.
With shock and confusion on her face she removed the phone from her ear.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked worriedly.
Natasha looked at Coulson.
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Well, some stans really like the fake woke wave a little too much. And some of them fear it to the point it controls them. They like to act like they’re profoundly offended by Tom’s lack of support when in reality, those same stans demanding support from their faves are actually scared that people are going to cancel them if they don’t post anything. They are so used to receiving a response from them on command that they now think those celebrities owe them a full itinerary of their days and actions. Supporting the movement comes in many ways and forms. Some celebs are going to the protests, some others are donating, some others are educating, some others are sharing links, etc.
This movement is not about who is more woke, it’s about helping and changing a system. It’s about giving people the support they always deserved and the rights they were supposed to be given since birth. But some stans can’t understand that, so they bully their faves into doing something so they don’t look nasty in the eyes of other people.
They push them to donate, speak about the movement, and open their wallets. In this instance this is not ok because they’re not pushing them because they actually care about the contribution or the movement, it’s more about their favorite actors/actresses staying as the unproblematic indisputable faves on social media.
They’re simple-minded individuals with childlike attitudes.
As far as we know, this kid could’ve donated without letting us know. Not every celebrity is the same, not every celebrity is going to show how much they’ve donated. And Tom already provided to his 30+ million of followers with links and ways on how to help. The rest of the contribution is something that comes from him, something private (donating, educating himself on the topics, learning about the movement, etc) and maybe he doesn’t want to share that and that’s fine. Tom has always been a private person, there’s a reason everyone is always wondering about his love life, this is because he has no interest in sharing some aspects of his life to the public and that’s valid. You don’t need to know everything that’s happening with them all the time.
Thing is, they don’t need to worry about them, they need to worry about how they’re educating themselves. Is it really more important that Tom Holland stays good with stan twitter and Instagram than learning new ways on how to help and make a change for the people that need it the most?
Also, I’ve seen people saying stuff like ‘Tom is doing this for Zendaya, he loves her so much♥’ or ‘this is proof they’re still together’ shut the fuck up about this already. Tom is not Zendaya’s puppet, he’s not doing it only for her. When are you going to stop acting like she’s his only friend? There are people dying and you are really looking for ways of turning this into a shipping thing? Understand that the world is not a make-believe fandom and linking your fictional fantasies into real-life problems is really damaging. This is not for you anon, just addressing some people.
Ok. I just wanna say that characters like Spiderman are so fun, cuz you can see their expression with nothing but the eyes! Yes, it makes zero sense that the eyes would do that, as they’re the eyes of the costume, but they just look so expressive and fun! I just love em and want more!!!
It’s a british thing