#tony who was so worried he didnt sleep for a week: so how was your tour
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HARD TO GET [5]
ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything
pairings. ran haitani x f!reader
tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn
word count: 5.1K
notes: OKAY I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT I COULDNT HELP MYSELFNFSASJFJASKFASFUIH. a little treat cuz i didnt update yesterday
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"You told me he wasn't going to be here."
The disappointment in your voice was clear as you stared at the wall where Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran were currently standing by.
"I never said that," Kaash shrugs looking down at her phone, typing one last message to Tony saying that the two of you won't be coming into work today because of school reasons.
After the party last week, Kaash had been texting Hanma almost everyday. You were worried for her because you were aware of his um, reputation around school. Kaash is aware too yet she's just so blinded that she doesn't care if he breaks her heart, she just has to sleep with him once so she can cross that off her bucket list.
Hanma then arranged for the two of them to hang out today in the arcade and Kaash begged and bribed you to join because she would be too nervous around him alone without the influence of alcohol on her side. The only reason she had that must confidence last week to talk and even convince him to dance was because she was drunk but sober enough to remember the night the next morning.
You then remember the exact conversation you had with Kaash yesterday, that got you into this situation in the first place.
"Accompany you where exactly?" You ask, placing the phone on the countertop on speaker as you put your leftovers in the airfryer.
"Who's that?" Emi asks, flickering through the TV channels and tell her it's Kaash. Emi isn't close to Kaash, she only knows that you both work under Tony.
"Okay so," you hear shifting come from her end of the line, "Shuji asked me out, yesterday but I'm nervous obviously because the only time I ever spoke to him was when I was a little tipsy."'
"I didn't really see that much 'talking' last night," you say as you remembered the vivid image of the two of them on the dance floor.
Kaash flushes red at your sentence and defends herself, "Talking, dancing, same shit! The matter of fact is that he invited me to hang out with him and I need backup otherwise I might pass out and if I do I need you to give me CPR or some shit."
"Are you sure you don't want Hanma to give you CPR?" You chuckle and you hear her make a noise, like she was thinking.
"As much as I’d want to, I feel like he doesn’t know how to perform CPR. I need someone smart, beautiful and pretty like you!"
You roll your eyes, "flattery doesn't work on me."
Kaash then makes an exaggerated noise of frustration. "I'm begging you, if there's ever an opportunity that you need me to cover your shift to get laid or —"
"I doubt that will ever happen." You cut her off.
"—something, I will happily cover you." Kaash finishes her tangent with a smile on her face. "Also, you never know what might happen, just telling you that if you do this for me, I will cover you whenever you need assistance."
"Well, I don't plan on getting laid anytime soon, so I'll decline, thanks for the strange offer though."
"Future you will regret this moment if it ever arises, just take the offer."
"Okay, fuck, fine. I'll join you." You say frustrated, looking at how long the call had been going on. Kaash had been trying to convince you for a good 12 minutes and 23 seconds. 24 now.
"YAY! I gotta get my beauty sleep for tommorow, love you mwah."
"To be frank," Kaash says, "I never said if Ran was going to be here or not."
"But you knew, and never told me."
"I didn't know you were avoiding him, well certainly not after the two of you were—"
"Never," you cut her off, "never in your life bring that up again. It was a mistake, wasn't supposed to happen, so just forget about it." It feels like a blur honestly, thought you didn't even have anything to drink, you were 100% sober. It was as if Ran's presence and touch was making you feel tipsy.
That night, you went home craving Ran's touch weirdly enough. The kiss you shared with Hotaro was nice and all, but it didn't compare to him. And that is what made you so mad. You hated that your only source of pleasure was from him, the thought was scary, being addicted to someone like him.
Ran had a feeling you were avoiding/ ignoring him and his theories came true the moment he saw you purposefully avoiding eye contact with him as you stood next to Kaash.
The moment they both dipped and left you and Ran alone, the tension in the air was so thick that it even made Ran awkward.
And he’s never awkward.
“Someone’s excited to see me,” Ran laughs breathlessly when he sees you crack a little smile. It’s working.
“I’m not excited, just surprised,” you place both hands behind your back as you play with your fingers, nervous. Ran reads your body language and needs to find something to do to make everything less awkward.
“Come, let’s go find a game.” Ran holds his hand out for you to grab it. You wonder why he always has to grab your hand whenever he’s about to walk. But you don’t argue against it, you like the feeling of his soft hands engulfing your own.
You take it and he gently squeezes your hand as he leads to over to a random area of the arcade. All the bright lights flashing from the designs from the games are hurting your eyes. “What’s your favourite game?”
“Anything easy,” you mutter under your breath as you look around the flashy arcade. Ran bends down to your level to hear you better, “speak up doll.”
“I said anything easy,” you turn to face him and instead come face to face with him. You didn’t even realise he was this close to you. Why is he so attractive, your heart is racing even more when you actually take a moment to admire his facial features. His eyes are purple? And he has small freckles, very faint. Ones that you can only see up close. Your facial features soften the more you stare and Ran moves his face back a bit, “you’re staring.”
You shake your head, “sorry, just realised you have freckles. They’re… nice.” Ran smiles when he sees you turn your head to look anywhere but his eyes. You’re so nervous around him, it’s adorable. “I bet I could beat your ass in every game.”
“As long as you’re paying,” you add, “are you good at that one?” Ran turns his head to look at the game you’re referring to. “I’m alright,” he shrugs and you look around for another game.
“Are you just looking for games I suck at so you can win?”
“No..” you answer a bit too quickly, “okay fine, yes.”
“I can just let you win,” he says, “I’m a gentlema—”
“HA!” You instantly slap your hand over your mouth to suppress your laugh, “that was rude, I’m sorry.”
“You’re saying I can’t be a gentleman?”
“I have yet to see you act like one,” you look him and up and down before you head over to a random game. Well, just before you try and walk over, he grabs your hand, “If I take you out, will you let me show you?”
“Nope, I have school. Don’t have time for dates.”
“You’re in an arcade, on a Tuesday afternoon. I don’t believe you.”
You sigh, “okay, let me rephrase this. I don’t have time for you, but I have time for my friends.” You fake smile at him.
You’re about to walk off again till he tugs at your arm, bringing you back to your original spot, “Why are you so cold to me? I thought we were getting along, especially last week—”
“Don’t bring that up. It was a mistake.”
“Mistake?” His brows raise in surprise cause he wasn’t expecting that answer. Why were you so difficult? It’s not like he’s trying to use you, if anything, you’re probably— no you are actually the only girl he’s interested in pursuing for something more than just sex. He doesn’t know what it is, he just knows that from the limited time he’s spent with you (cause you disappear and reappear in his life every few days) that you make his body react in such ways.
First the blushing. Since fucking when was the last time Ran blushed? When he had a crush at 14 and she looked in his direction. Second, the constant need to look in your direction at all times. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but his body just naturally is looking for you, like you’re a magnet and he’s your compass.
Ran is genuinely trying to make an effort with you, but it’s evident that you don’t trust him. He can’t even blame you either. But as stated before, he loves a challenge.
“Yeah, it was a mistake. I’m not like that and I don’t do things like that, so just forget it ever happened.” Your voice brings him back to reality and the conversation you were having.
“Like that, you mean… dancing? What, so book nerds don’t dance?”
You gasp, “Book nerd? Is that what you think of me?”
“Don’t be offended, book nerds are sexy. Especially with glasses on, you have any?”
“I don’t own glasses, sorry to disappoint you,”
Ran visibly pouts, “you still look sexy without em anyways.”
“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” It really doesn’t. You’re just immune to compliments? You don’t know what the issue is.
“We’ll see,” Ran’s hand snakes down your back, resting on your lower back possessively. You so desperately want to rip his hand off of you, but you can’t. Like you’re frozen, because his touch just feels….. comforting.
“If you win this game, I’ll buy you dinner.”
“Alright,” you step up to the console and insert the coins needed. Today was the day that you found out that you were terrible at video games. You lost 6-1 and Ran wouldn’t shut up about how bad you sucked. You told him to shut up and he makes a deal with you. “If I win this match, I get to take you out.”
“That’s so unfair, you know you’re gonna win,” you argue and he shrugs, “That’s the point doll,” he cups your cheek. Just as you’re about to respond, someone crashes into your back.
“LET’S GO! I got everything I needed,” Kaash says and Ran rolls his eyes seeing the way her shirt is unbuttoned and her clothes are misplaced, completely in contrast to how neat they were when she first arrived.
“We can just go back to my place,” Hanma says and Ran doesn’t fail to notice that his hair is messy too.
“You two are fuckin’ nasty.” Ran scoffs and Hanma just wipes his lip with his thumb, “it was her idea.” Kaash slightly hits Hanma’s arm as he just outed her. Meanwhile you’re just confused as to what they’re talking about.
“You’re so innocent,” Kaash cups both of your cheeks, “stay that way.”
Not if I have something to do with it. Ran thinks, “Can we go now?”
***
“So you just magically had a bikini in your bag?” You ask as you see Kaash checking herself out in the mirror in the bathroom she dragged you inside.
“Everybody knows that Shuji’s house has a pool, and I wanted toooo,” she winks as if you’re supposed to understand what she’s saying. She sees the look of confusion on your face and sighs at your innocence, “i want Hanma to 👉👌 me inside of that pool,”
“I’m not stupid, you can say you want to have sex with him without using gestures,” you cross your arms, “i’m not a baby.”
“You’re adorable,” she hugs you while sighing, “you’re like my little baby,”
You shove her off and tell her to go and fuck him already. Kaash laughs and checks herself out in the mirror again before heading outside. You honestly would go home right now, but you have no clue how to get home since Kaash was supposed to be your ride back, so now you’re stuck inside this fuckboy dome until your friend finishes getting laid.
This isn’t how you expected to spend your Tuesday evening. You make a mental note to never ever do Kaash a favour whenever she asks for one. You’re sat on Hanma’s couch, awkwardly while Ran is in the kitchen making some food. “Do you know how to swim?” He asks out of the blue when he hears the splash of the pool outside along with Kaash giggling.
You shake your head, “Well, yes and no. If splashing around counts as swimming then I’m a professional,”
“Gonna be totally honest,” Ran turns to face you, “I just wanna see you in a bikini.”
Of course he does, he manages to ruins every single conversation whenever he opens that fuckin’ mouth.
You groan, “I’m just gonna ignore the fact you said that, and I appreciate your honesty, but unfortunately for you I don’t have a bikini right now.”
You hear some shuffling come from the kitchen, then a bikini is thrown at your face. “Put it on and give me a show.”
“This is used,” you fight the urge to gag and throw it on the floor. Ran comes and sits next to you on the couch. “You’re really not gonna give me a show?”
You shake your head, “you have other girls to do that for you right?”
“But I want you,” he reaches down and presses a kiss to your neck, gradually making his way to your jawline.
“I bet you say that to every girl,” you so badly want to push him off of you but instead you find yourself pressing him closer. This is so bad.
“Jealous?” he mumbles on your skin, his voice vibrating on your skin making you moan softly. Every single sound that comes out of your mouth turns him on, including the movement of your lips when you cuss him out.
“No,” you gasp when he attaches his lips to yours, immediately pressing himself against you. “You’re so soft,” he mumbles against your lips as he pushes you down on the couch and hovers over you.
Your hands grip his hair tight when he rolls his hips against your lower body. “Ran, we should stop-” a whine pulls from his mouth hearing your words, “just a little bit longer,” his lips find themselves back on your neck. He thinks that is your favourite spot because whenever he presses his lips down with just a little pressure, your breathing gets faster.
Ran is fighting the urge to just throw your clothes off and fuck you so deep into this couch, he’s just waiting for your okay. He can’t control himself anymore, but he is willing to wait for you. Which is odd enough as it is.
“Ran, stop,” you grip onto his hair tighter but he licks a stripe down from your jaw to the spot he thinks is your favourite spot. In fact he knows it is now, because the soft moan that just escaped your lips when he sucks hard . “It tickles, Ran,” you moan and start to squirm under him when he sucks down hard enough there is a visible mark.
Ran knows he’s found your special spot. He thinks he has a gift for pleasing women, if only he finds your g-spot first try, then that’ll confirm everything. You bite your lip when you feel his fingers trail down your leggings, rubbing your inner thigh. His lips find your own again and this time it’s slower than before. His tongue slips through your lips and you groan when his fingers enter your leggings, rubbing against your panties.
“Spread your legs for me princess,” you don’t except the pet name to work on you, but you find yourself responding to his commands, like a dog. Spreading your legs and you wince when you feel his finger rubbing against your folds through your panties. “Does that feel good?”
“Mhm,” you mumble when he rubs your wetness against your folds to lubricate it, squirming under him because you’ve never felt this sensation before. He’s just about to slip his finger inside your tight wet hole when he hears giggling coming from outside aswell as the sounds of water, as if they’re getting out of the pool.
He’s about to ignore the two outside and get back to pleasuring you, until you sit up abruptly and remove his hands from your leggings. “Kaash, hey!” your voice is shaky, Ran notices it and he cusses internally for getting his moment with you ruined again.
“I’m ready to go now,” Kaash grabs her bag and you’ve never hopped off of a couch faster, ready to sink into your soft bed sheets and forget that this moment ever happened with Ran.
Ran watches as the door shuts and just like that, he’s left alone with Hanma. “I saw everything,” Hanma speaks out suddenly, “can’t believe you managed to get that far with someone like her.”
“That far? That was basically nothing.” Ran sulks, but has to keep his patience. He doesn’t want to scare you by moving too fast. “This is the second hickey I gave her, now she’s just gonna avoid me for another 2 weeks,”
“Maybe your game just sucks. If it was me, I would’ve fucked her by now. Look at her best friend, fucked her twice in a day.”
Ran just hums, even though he’s not listening to a word Hanma is saying because the image of you under him is replaying in his mind 24/7 like a broken VHS tape. He needs to release, doesn’t care where or who, he’s been craving it for so long. Ran brings out his phone and texts the first number that comes up on his contacts.
“Why are you calling Selly?” Hanma asks, confused.
“Cause I need to fuck someone and she’s desperate as hell.” Hanma giggles hearing Ran’s words and giggles even louder when she responds on the first ring.
“Hey Ran!” she says seductively through the phone, “do you need something?”
“You free right now?”
“YES!” She answers just before Ran can even finish his sentence, “mine or yours?”
“Mine, I’ll be there in a bit, Rindou will let you in.”
“Okay, see you soon.” Ran hangs up, “alright gotta go,”
***
It’s 11PM and you still can’t sleep. You’ve been feeling twitchy ever since the couch incident. Great, another incident revolving Ran that you want to erase from your memory. That feeling you felt when his fingers did their job in your pants—
“Hey Emi,” you call out from your room.
“Yeah?”
“Come please,”
Emi leans against your door, “What’s up.”
“Have you, um,” this was so embarrassing to ask, “ ever masterbated?”
Emi’s eyes light up for a second, the next thing you know she’s sat on your bed, “Did you—”
“NO! I didn’t do that,” you technically weren’t lying, “someone else did it to me, for like 3 seconds and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Was it Ran?”
….
“Why would it be him? Ew, gross,” you look down at your bed as you speak. “Cause your friends told me about the lapdance you gave him at a party.”
“Lapda—,” you scoff, “I would never, but he did give me this,” you move your shirt out of the way, revealing the mark and you swore if this was a cartoon, Emi’s eyes would be out of the window.
“WHEN?!” Emi yelled and she pulled you closer, examining your neck, “this is fresh isn’t it?” Emi gasped as she connected the dots, “you saw him today didn’t you? AND HE FINGERED YOU?”
You nod in shame and expect a scolding from her , but instead she just squeals. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU OH MY GOD, what else did you do?”
“We just kissed and he called me princess and then he was about to finger me I guess, till Kaash walked in.”
“Princess?” You swear you saw hearts in her eyes, “this is so hot, what else? Did he moan? Did he make any noises?”
“Um, no he didn’t.”
“Not yet you mean,” Emi shifts closer on your bed, like she’s about to give girl talk, “Listen, when you’re giving a handjob right, I know a little trick with the wrists and your thumb that will—”
“This is way too much info,” you cover your ears, “this wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh, my bad got off topic a bit. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to know if you ever masterbated and um, what did it feel like?” You were so desperate to know. The feeling that made your entire body tingle the moment his fingers made contact with your forbidden area.
“It feels alright, depends on who’s doing it.” Emi shrugs and you nod, “okay thanks for the info, get out now,”
Emi giggles before leaving you to be in peace and quiet in your room. You stand up and lock the door, just to ensure she can’t come inside. You go under your covers and remove your pants, biting your lip before reaching inside your shorts. You find your clit and start rubbing it, a soft moan releasing from your lips and you start to go deeper, finding your hole. Taking a deep breath, you insert your finger inside and gasp. This feels so uncomfortable, hell no. You remove it and sit back up, bringing your phone out.
11:23PM You:
You fucking liar
This doesnt feel good at all
11:23PM Emi:
YOU’RE DOING IT ALREADY?!
You need to be aroused i guess
I KNOWW
CALL UP RAN ;)
11:24PM: You
I honestly would rather die
11:24PM Emi
Trust me if you want to feel good just call him
You bite your lip, swiping out of your messages with Emi and clicking on Ran’s.
11:25PM You
Ran are you busy right now?
“Is everything okay Ran?” Selly asks, looking at his uninterested face as she rides him, “you look out of it.”
“Just shut up and keep going,” Ran sighs as she stops rolling her hips. “Does this not feel good?”
“It feels amazing, keep going,” Ran places his hand on her hips and she nods and starts to move again. Ran hears his phone vibrate and he instantly grabs it.
During sex, Ran is 10000000% all about pleasuring the girl he’s fucking, but recently he’s been out of it.
Normally Sally is a good fuck, but it just— sucks today. So he grabs his phone to find a way to cure his boredom, then stumbles on your message.
11:25PM You
Ran are you busy right now?
11:26PM Ran
No im not
Whats up
You take a good 10 minutes to respond and by that time, Ran already kicked Shelly —or was it Selly?— outside. Why would you be texting him so suddenly? Why would you ask that question?
Can you hurry up and respond?
11:38PM You
I um need help doing something
11:38PM Ran
What do you need doll
Respond fasterrrrr
11:40PM You
Sorry im just nervous lol
11:40PM Ran
Dont be
Text me anything
11:41PM You
So i tried to
God this is so embarrassing
I tried to masterbate but it didnt work………
11:45PM You
Ran you there?
11:45PM Ran
Sorry just got distracted
11:46PM You
Oh, are you busy?
Sorry to bother you i can text you later
11:47PM Ran
No wait im here
Just
Are you doing it right now?
11:48PM You
No i gave up
I didnt feel anything
11:48PM Ran
Are you willing to retry?
I can help you
11:49PM You
I guess
Ok wait a second
11:51PM You
Ok im doing it
11:51PM Ran
What do you feel?
11:52PM You
Nothing again
11:53PM Ran
Can i call you?
11:53PM You
Sure
With a jolt, Ran’s phone vibrates and he jumps forward, nearly dropping his phone when he sees your name on his notifications. “Hello?” Ran answers as he clears his throat.
This is so awkward…
“Hey,” your voice is quiet.
“Walk me through everything you were doing ok?”
Your heart is racing, as you prepare to say such dirty words into your phone, “I, um, put my finger in and it hurt…”
“You just stuck it up there?” Ran laughs, “you’re so cute. Okay, start by rubbing your clit, wait do you know what that is-”
“Yes, I know what my fucking clit is Ran,” you laugh to ease the thick tension through the call. “Okay, let me touch it, one second,” you start to rub it gently and you start to breathe heavier.
The line is completely silent for a few seconds, “What position are you in?”
“I’m just on my back right now,” you say as both of your fingers rub your clit, “oh wait– i feel it now,”
You hear Ran’s sheets ruffle as he shifts around. “What are you doing now?” Ran’s voice is strained almost, but you don’t notice it because you’re in your own world.
“I’m just rubbing,” you struggle to speak, the sensation is getting to you.
“Stick them inside.” Ran’s voice is quiet almost yet you hear it loud and clear. You brace yourself before sticking a finger inside very slowly compared to the first time when you just jammed it in.
You don’t respond to that, instead just soft moans leaving your lips as you start to thrust your fingers inside in and out. Each thrust easier than the last, the wetness of your pussy is loud enough you are sure Ran can hear it from his end. “This is so embarrassing, “ you breathe out but the call is awfully silent.
You don’t even hear Ran’s voice, instead just some sheets rustling in the background. “Ran?”
“Sorry, keep going, you’re doing great.” Ran’s breathing sounds funny, “move your fingers inside… till you find it.”
“What’s it?”
“You’ll know once you find it, trust me.”
“Okay,” you sink your entire middle finger inside and move your finger around until you find whatever Ran was talking about. You bend your finger and then feel something, like you just hit a switch, making you moan into your pillow. You lose the spot as soon as you felt it, “Ran, I lost it, how do I find the spot again?”
That’s when you hear it. Ran’s breathing is heavy, and fast and it makes your stomach tighten. “Ran are you—”
“Keep going,” he cuts you off and his voice is stern, like the command he gave you on the couch. “Okay,” you breathe out and start digging through to find that spot again. The thought that Ran Haitani is on the other end, masterbating to you masterbate. Everything is so overwhelming, yet it excites you.
That’s when you find it, “Ran– I found– fuck,” you throw your head back and set your phone down on speaker and use your spare hand to conceal your moans. Ran hears your moans until they suddenly sound muffled, “are you holding back?”
“No.”
“What made you do this by the way?” Ran grins, hoping it’s because of him, who else would you be doing this with anyways?
“I just wanted to,” you say, pressing your fingers against the spot that you found.
“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” Ran continues to stroke himself as he hears your little moans. “Bet you were so worked up after earlier hm? Need to feel my fingers inside your needy cunt yeah? Tell me,”
“Yes, Ran fuck, keep going–” your voice is strain.
“Thinking of how wet and tight your pussy is right now, wanna stretch you so fuckin– shit,” you can now hear the low groans escaping his lips, mind travelling back to your conversation with Emi. She was fucking right, this is so hot. Everything is so hot. Ran is so hot. “You can’t stre— shit— stretch me out,”
Ran’s hand grips his cock tighter hearing your words, “Yeah? Don’t think I can fuck you into your mattress? Bet you’re so sensitive down there, one touch to your fuckin’ needy pussy and you’re cumming all over my fingers, hm?”
“N-not true— sshu, shut up.” Your voice strains as a moan bubbles out of you. Ran is quiet for a moment as his line is completely silent, almost as if he muted himself. “Ran? You there?”
“Check your phone [Y/N],”
You reach down, grab your phone while still moving your fingers in and out and look down at the message on your screen. More like a photo on your screen. Ran’s cock stands thick and tall and your eyes widen at the size. Holy shit— that is supposed to enter you—.
Do you send one back? Is it too risky?
Ran continues to pump his cock hearing the small choked moans escaping your lips, “keep making noises pretty, you’re gorgeous— fuck,”
“Check your phone Ran,” you choke out and Ran almost stops breathing hearing your words. No way you—
He opens your messages, still pumping himself and drops his phone seeing the photo you just sent him. Your shirt is lifted up, revealing your perky nipples. Ran is practically drooling at the sight, like a starved dog who just received a glimpse of his first meal in months.
Next time he sees you, he’s stuffing his face between your gorgeous breasts. “You’re the hottest person, I’ve ever seen,” Ran compliments you, gripping the base of his cock when he hears you orgasm, the prettiest noise he’s ever heard. His name leaves your mouth as you announce you’re cumming.
“Shit,” he pumps his cock faster and practically chokes when ropes shoot out against his fist and over his twitching chest. The line is silent, the only noises are panting as you both try and recover from your orgasms. “So, how was that?” Ran asks, his voice is still shaky as he speaks.
“Amazing,” you collapse on your bed yawning, “might skip school tomorrow, I’m so tired.”
“Yeah? You’re not gonna avoid me for weeks are you?”
“No,” you giggle, “I won’t,”
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, g’night doll.” This is probably the softest you’ve ever heard his voice as he hangs up. You bite back a smile as you recall the entire call. I have to tell Emi. You think as you stand up, almost falling over as your feet are tangled in the sheets.
You open the doors to her room to see she’s fast asleep. Maybe tomorrow you think.
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Thank you Hamburger Hill for providing us with actual footage of Rhodey’s first tour.
#HE'S SO TINY ADFGHJHGFDFGHJKL#he's so short#don was just 23 during this so when i say actual footage#also....#tony who was so worried he didnt sleep for a week: so how was your tour#rhodey trying not to think about how tall and hot everyone is: fine i was thinking of you the whole time :)#actually rhodey was just excited because he's! a! pilot! but still#don cheadle#james rhodes#rhodey#war machine#james rhodey rhodes#hamburger hill#iron patriot#iron man#marvel#mcu#tony stark
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Element Part 3
Pairings: Bucky x reader
Warnings: talk of possible suicide, depression, angst
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: This parts shorter than i would like but i wanted to get it up, i already started part 4 before i finished this one. Once again i didnt proof read, or edit i will do that eventually lol
I also do a lot of perspective jumps, its just the way i like to write, sorry
Part one Part two
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It was coming up 3 weeks since the incident and you still had not woken up yet, it was worrisome because of how long your heart was stopped for but there was brain activity and Bruce kept assuring everyone this was a good sign and you would wake up soon, when your body was ready of course. Bucky felt like a shell of who he was or could have been with you if he had done things differently, god he wished he had done things differently. You were the first and only person besides Steve that made him not only feel at home but helped him find a way to be at peace with his past and the things he had done and yet he let you slip right through his finger tips. If he tried harder and didn't just give up and wallow in his own heartache when you were pulling away from him, and tried to get through to you, to let you know you weren’t alone and he was still there for you, instead of laying in that bathtub cold and alone you could have been laying in his arms safe and warm.
One of Bucky's favourite things about you was you didn't mind silence, you weren't scared of it, some people couldn’t stand the silence that trudged behind him, it made them feel uncomfortable, at least that's what Sam told him when he was explaining to Bucky why some of the agents left when he entered the room it wasn't because of who he used to be and what he had done in the past it was because the silence followed him and it was deafening but you didn't leave when he entered a room you gravitated towards him.
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You and Bucky were laying out on a blanket just under the plum tree, it was your spot. Ever since you gifted it to him you spent a lot of your free time underneath it with him, you both enjoyed being outside especially after years and years of being kept locked away, you took advantage of it, and Bucky didn’t care where you spent time together as long as you were there he was always down. It was dark outside, the stars were shining so bright, the night sky was so clear.
You were laying side by side, Bucky's left arm resting under his head, his right arm laying by his side, resting on top of yours, his thumb lightly rubbing circles on your hand, it was silent both of you just enjoying each other's presence.
“y’know when hydra first kidnapped me, after all those years inside, being tested and experimented on I never thought I'd ever see the sky again” You spoke freely, knowing Bucky was the only person who could relate to you.
“They never let you leave?”
You rolled over laying on your side, using your arm to prop your head up, Bucky moved, copying your position. “No, not till they were sure they succeeded in this” you lifted up your hand growing vines between your fingers. “Its weird to think we were there at the same time at some point”
Bucky sat up “I don't know why I never realised that before” he spoke looking stunned.
Pushing yourself up, this time you copied how Bucky was sitting, you laughed “Don't worry, me either not till Tony brought it up” you reached out grabbing his hand, lacing your fingers “I just wish, that they knew you were there to, its not fair that you had to go through all that, when they were right there, if I would have known, I -“ You didn't even realise you were starting to tear up till Bucky cut you off, you felt both his hands, cold and warm on either side of your face.
“woah hey, hey, y/n look at me”
Your eyes met his blue ones “Im sorry, i, i got carried away there” you laughed “Full moon” you gestured to the night sky.
He gave you a small smile “Everything happens for a reason”
You placed your hand on top of his metal one that was resting on your cheek still “You cannot use my own saying to try and consol me” you giggled
“I can't? i didn't know that was a rule”
“Well it is now”
Before you knew it you were an inch apart, you could feel his warm breath on your face, your eyes met his and his ocean blue eyes were looking between yours and your lips, you felt his lips lightly touch yours, barely a graze before someone's voice broke you both out of this trance you were in.
“We have a mission, Tony needs both of you on it, Suit up”” Steve's voice came booming from just beside the plum tree.
You shot up “Yes Cap” you walked past Steve, not bothering to look at either of the men, it was dark but you're sure your cheeks were glowing such a bright red that they could see it.
Bucky watched you walk away, he grunted before getting up, making his way to Steve who had this stupid grin on his face, shoving him as he walked by “You’re a punk”
Steve tossed his head back with laughter before throwing his arm over his best friend’s shoulder “Jerk”
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He almost never left your room, Steve had to force Bucky to eat, sleep and shower, he would make jokes about how bad he stunk and that should have woke you up, normally Bucky would laugh at a joke like that but this was you and this wasn’t a normal circumstance. Steve finally made Bucky go shower for the 3rd time since the incident, that's what everyone had been referring to what happened that night, because no one truly knew what you were thinking if it was an accident or if you meant for that to happen, so they were not jumping to conclusions but Bucky felt it was obvious. Bucky didn't say a word when Steve suggested that he should go have a shower and change his clothes for the week, Bucky just kept his eyes on you before he nodded “C-can you stay? So someone is here if she wakes up?” Bucky’s voice was quiet and hoarse, Stunned that his oldest friend said something “Of course Buck” Steve made his way to where Bucky was sitting, taking over the spot Bucky hesitantly gave up.
3 minutes went by and Steve already felt bored, he loved you, you were one of his best friends, you were family but just sitting here listening to the rhythmic beeping, watching your chest rise than fall, he felt like he could be doing more, he had no idea how Bucky sat here day in and day out but deep down he knew it was because his best friend was in love. Steve decided to ask FRIDAY to call Bruce to y/n room.
Bruce came around the corner looking panicked his eyes darted towards you, still laying in bed, his eyes moved to meet Steves, who was standing in the corner of the room looking at your monitor. “Why can't we give her something to wake her up again?”
“Because Steve it could shock her whole system and with her abilities, who knows what kind of chaos that would cause we -“
Tony cut Bruce off entering your room “We also don't know what state she would be in, better to let her do it on her own, if she will”
Steve signed knowing the answers already, everybody already asked that question but it was starting to get hard seeing both his best friends like this, you looked peaceful laying there but at the same time Steve could see sadness written all over your face just like he could see pain all over Bucky’s. He knew Bucky blamed himself for what happened even though he had no control over it.
“Now next time you call me to this room, at least give FRIDAY some context, you almost gave me a heart attack” Bruce muttered walking out
Tony turned to look at Steve “You made the doc mad, you should go apologize Cap”
Steve sighed following Tony out of your room.
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You opened your eyes, everything was blurry. You had to blink a few times but it was hard because your eyes felt so dry, it was almost painful. You were finally able to see clearly your head was throbbing from the fluorescent light in the room, it was clear as day that you were in the medical wing of the compound. You felt weird, almost disappointed, you weren't even sure what you were trying to accomplish in the tub but you knew it wasn’t this, you knew the possibilities of you ever waking up again was slim once everything went black and you were okay with that but the small chance that you did you were hoping you’d just knock yourself out and wake up in the tub. But laying here you knew they found you, you wondered how, did Friday alert them? Did you not lock your door and Tony or Steve brought you food like they had been for weeks and they found you. You wondered who all saw you like that, a complete mess. You felt numb, emotionally checked out, you sat there staring at your hands, that were crossed on your lap, when you saw someone walk by your room before they did a double take, they started shouting and waving at someone to come over. You wondered how long you had been out for.
The glass door slid open, you could see 6 pairs of shoes, your eyes still glued on your hands and none of them the combat boots you had hoped to see. You didn't really feel anything, someone started to wave a hand in front of your face, you could taste salt, were you crying? Or was it just the bitterness you felt? You dragged your gaze to meet Steve’s, he looked sad, his brow furrowed and his mouth moving but you didn’t process anything he said you were both overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, the walls felt like they were closing in.
You scanned the room seeing who else was here, Bruce was standing at the end of your bed typing away at some screen, Tony to the right sitting at the foot of your bed, his mouth was moving to. Your thoughts were so loud you couldn’t hear anything they were saying, but when you heard heavy footsteps and a frantic voice, your eyes looked up to meet up panicked blue ones standing in the doorway, Bucky.
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How We Got Here
not my gif
A/N: still working on other stories, but had a dream about this so I had to write it.
Steve Rogers x Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warning: fluff and angst
You had an itch, a problem per se. You needed everyone to like you. So you tried really hard. To smile, be happy, be likable.
You never faced a problem of someone not liking you, at least not until recently. Not until you met the one and only Steve Rogers. Or how you liked to call him Mr. Perfect. Perfect in the way he smiles. Perfect in the way he cares. Perfect in the way he is America's golden boy. You two could have been friends. Maybe if the situation was different.
You joined the avengers not so long ago. With your training as an agent and your bad-ass powers of mind-control. You were the best candidate to join the elite superheroes. Besides all that you had a talent. A talent with technology.
Your obsession began when you accidentally broke your dad’s computer at the age of 12. You were so determined to put it back together before he could find out. In doing so you used some spare parts from your also broken Nintendo console and upgraded his computer. You were considered a prodigy from that point.
A plan was set for you. You were going to become a computer engineer. With the support of your parents, you continue your studies all through college. And a month before graduation Hydra found you.
They wanted you and they werent going to stop until they had you. Your parents so valiantly fought them. But at the end, they lost the battle and you, well you lost your parents.
Hydra had a hold of you. They experiment on you like crazy. You were going to be their new super weapon. As much as they tried to turn you. You wouldnt let them, you would be their rag doll to use and abuse. You weren’t about to let your parents die in vain for you to become a monster.
What felt like centuries of being locked up were actually a month. A month when Nick Fury came bursting in and saved you. After a much needed shower and sleep, Fury and you had a chat.
You didnt know how to repay him for what he had done for you, you should have chosen better words than that. Because sooner or later he was asking to train you, use your powers for good. How could you say no to the man who saved you?
Two years of training, Fury took you to meet the Avenger. You arent going to lie, you fangirled hard over them. They were all so welcoming. Even Steve.
Fury made it your new assignment to learn from them, which meant you were going to be staying in the compound.
It was a lot to get used to. You mostly stayed by Wanda’s side. Occasionally you and Peter would train together. Tony was more of a mentor. And Nat loved playing around with your powers. But Steve and you had never had a chance to interact other than the welcoming party.
You really wanted to be friends with him. There was so much you wanted to say but always bite your tongue when he’s around. A friendship could blossom or better yet could have.
The possibility of a relationship flew out the window when he overheard a conversation you had with Tony one early morning. You wanted to give the compound a technical upgrade. Including everyone suits and equipment. Tony was intrigued, not because he never thought of that because he has, but because of how bold you were.
You had so much faith in your skills and Tony respected that. He agreed to let you mess around with some of the equipment for starters. You were smiling, you were excited like a child who had too much candy and was on a sugar high. But that sugar high came crashing down as soon as Steve made his appearance.
How could you forget the conversation. The way he yelled.
“Excuse you! You can't just come in here and demand for change. Our dynamic works, it has worked for a while. I dont know who you think you are but you dont get to mess with our equipment and you certainly dont get to mess with MY team”
His voice rang throughout the whole compound and the image of his nostrils flaring as he yelled haunted you for weeks.
It still haunts you. You hate being yelled at. Tony told you to ignore him, that he is too “perfect” for his own good, but even all perfect people have their flaws and his way technology. Hence the name Mr. Perfect.
Tony and the rest of the gang kept encouraging your journey well all except Steve. Your fighting got better and you were proud to say you were finally in control of your power.
It was their pleasure to finally declare you one of them. As you all party Steve stood there scowling. Not even Bucky could wipe that scowl off his face as he had a mouth full of cherries.
You weren’t going to let him get the better of you. If he wanted to be snarky you would be snarky. If he wanted to be cold you would be cold.
That became your new routine. He pushed you, you pushed back harder. From bumps in the hallways to calling him Mr. Perfect every time you can.
The team thought you guys would get over this, that over time you two would learn to get along. But you were always at each other's throats. Missions become harder and harder when there’s a constant argument.
You werent like this. You knew that but that man was just too infuriating to do nothing about it.
Currently you were on a way back from a mission with Nat. You two were sent to stop a shipment of guns from being delivered. As smoothly as it was going, Steve was on the comms just nagging how it should have been him and Nat out there. You turned off your comms, knowing the earful you are going the get when you arrive back.
As you walked into the kitchen, there was Steve nursing a glass of what seemed to be bourbon and tapping his foot. You knew what was going to happen.
Nat made a B-line for her room, not wanting to hear the argument that's about to go down.
You stood in the middle of the room thinking of all the comebacks you can. Ready to fire at any moment. Steve stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. His jaw was set and his fists were clenched.
He stalked over you and you suddenly felt small. His stare was burning through you, you have never seen him like this. You looked down at your feet but Steve stopped that movement and he grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully to make you look at him.
With your chin in his hand he had a full view of your face. As he looked at you, his demeanor changed. The tension in his body was gone, the look on his face soften and the force in his hand was replaced with a gentle touch.
“ Who?”, he asked.
You were confused, “ who what?”
“ The bruise under your eye, who did that”, he asked, a little more annoyed this time.
He noticed the bruise? It's so small it doesnt even hurt, you forgot it even happened.
“ Oh, that bruise. The mob boss Sergio showed up. It surprised us and in our state of surprise he sucker punched me in the face and got away. But dont worry we got control of the shipment, we will get him eventually”, you stammer out.
He lets go of your face and takes out his phone. He turns around, “ Tony, yes it's me. Apparently Sergio, the mob boss got away. I need all focus on him, can you do that? Okay thanks!”
“ What was that”, you surprisingly ask.
His focus goes back to you, “ No one hurts my team and gets away with it”
He turns around to walk away. But stops in his tracks when he hears you murmur, “ You hurt me everyday with your words''
He goes back towards you. “ My words are never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”
“ But they have, since the moment we met. I let it happen but then I had enough and started to talk back. If one thing I learned from my parents is to always fight back”, you quietly stated. Looking down at your feet shifting weight from one foot to another.
All that energy to fight back was gone. You needed answers.
He grabbed your face, cradling it between his two hands. This time there was no force but it was a touch so soft, so warming, so welcoming.
“ No words can describe how sorry I am. I let my emotion get the better of me. You joined the team and you were everything I am not. The person I am is thanks to a serum. But you, you have it all. You have the strength, the smarts and the beauty”, he sincerely apologizes.
“ Beauty?” you question looking into his eyes. Using his eyes are filled with what looks like hate, but right now they are filled with something more, could it be love?
“ I dont deserve this but if you allow me”, he asks, leaning closer.
You know what he is asking and you too want it. The ball is in your court. You move your body closer to him and he takes that as an indication to smash his lips onto yours.
The kiss starts off rough, like you are in need of each other. But it becomes softer and more passionate. An apology in itself. Both of you cant and wont pull away. You were deprived of each other for so long.
Now you knew, Steve Rogers did like you. Maybe a little more than you would ever imagine.
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meeting the fam
where y/n meets the peters second family (the avengers)
pairing: peter x fem!reader
status: just started dating
its been 3 weeks since peter and y/n started dating, they've been friends since august and after 5 months of knowing eachother, he FINALLY asked her out in new years, which couldn't be any perfect than what y/n imagined.
Peters been talking to Mr Stark about y/n the minute he had the chance to, one day Sam heard Peter not so subtly talk about his new girlfriend to his mentor.
"oh Mr Stark, she told me that she NEVER watched Star Wars because she never had somebody to watch it with, she said she knew she'd like it but she needed someone to fangirl with" Peter explains with his hands in the air while tony is fixing a device.
"and my stupid ass said I can fangirl with you, coz I'm like a Star Wars geek, and after I blurted that out, I thought she'd ditch me for good, but she didn't, YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID? she said she likes a man who's not afraid to say what he likes! I knew then that we would be somethin-"
"yOu lIkE a gIRl?" Sam blurts out cutting peter off.
and suddenly Thor comes behind Sam "since uh *puts a finger up* when?" *A/N: see what i did there ;)* peter looked at Thor confusedly.
"no guys, they're dating keep up" Tony says not looking away from his work
"ThEyrE DaTiNG??" they both scream, eyes wide, and mouths parted slightly.
"is it that hard to believe I have a girlfriend?" peter asks suddenly offended
"who has a girlfriend?" Steve finally entered. Sam and Thor wanted to explain the what they call 'miracle' but before they could say anything:
"peter, you old Capsicle" Bucky out of nowhere buts in.
"how'd you know?" Sam asks
"lets say the walls between the lab and mini kitchen is verrrry thin" Bucky replies stretching the 'really', peter looked at the floor blushing madly, walking slowly about to leave the lab
"now where do you think you're going, tell me more about your little Juliet, Romeo"
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Peters POV
so last Saturday I was LITERALLY being harassed with questions regarding me having a girlfriend, and to shut them up about it I had to introduce them to her, which is a bit nerve-racking, but hopefully y/n agrees.
I was in the elevator trying to figure out a way to tell y/n about the news. The elevator dinged and I kept whispering different sentence trying to find the right one to use.
I took the keys out of my pocket which makes a loud jigly sound since the floor is empty and makes every noise echo, but before Iunlock the door, it swings open revealing a very happy y/n jumping at me crossing her legs around my torso and smothering me with light kisses all over my face and neck which makes me laugh.
"well hello to you too" i laugh, kissing her nose and she laughs.
"we can use words later, now i want AFFECTIONNNN and CUDDLESSS" she screams running to my room.
"use words later huh?" I smirk putting my keys and wallet on my desk.
"not like thaatttt, what happened to the innocent shy peter?" she says slapping my arm.
"he became more comfortable with his girlfriend?" he replies shrugging his shoulders, which made y/n/n smile, knowing I'm more comfortable with her now then before.
after taking my jacket off, she immediately grabs me and pulls us to my bed. I snuggle to her side wrapping my arms around her lower stomach while she plays with my hair and kisses me once in a while.
"happy?" I mumble since my face is close to the fabric of her, well my hoodie.
"very" she mumbles in my hair
y/n's POV
I lowered myself so I can cuddle peter more, I swung my right leg over his torso and snuggled my head to his chest more, so now he would prep me with kisses all over my face or whisper things to my ear, after a few minutes of silence peters calls my name
"yeah?" I reply looking up to see him clearly, his lightly freckled face, and brown doe eyes shining from the little light coming from his lamp, he looked...nervous? I tilted my head confused to why he would be nervous right now
"babe what's wrong?" I ask, both of us sitting now
"uhh" he would still blush and stutter when I give him a pet names, I giggled softly which made him focus again.
"I was talking to Mr Stark the other day..about..you and I didnt know Sam heard me, but he did then basically the whole compound knew I had a girlfriend, I-I tried to make them stop bombarding me with questions about us buttheywouldonlystopifiintroducedyoutothemsonowtheyexpecttoseeyoutomorrow" he blurts out nervously, he obviously looked scared of what I would say but then he continued "AND I know we've only dated for 3 weeks now and its too soon but I couldn't stop them-"
"PETER! its ok I'd love to meet your second family" I say smirking in the end and he blushed. I was obviously nervous, its the AVENGERS for Thors sake, but he was too nervous I didn't want to cause more pressure for him.
"o-ok! so you're ok with meeting them tomorrow?" he makes sure.
"yess, definitely" I say smiling, he looked at me happily and lunged at me kissing all over my face.
"you *kiss* are *kiss* the *kiss* best" he says looking at me adoringly, and then we carried on cuddling which lead to me sleeping at his place.
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I woke up to peter humming a song while touching my hair ever so lightly, I opened my eyes and saw probably the most handsome morning face I've ever seen.
"good morning" peter says with his raspy morning voice, he hates his morning voice he says its 'too manly' but I think its pretty hot.
"morningggg" I reply with a cheery tone, I wiggled out of his grasp which only made him hug me tighter, "pete, I need to stretch my limbs are stiff from the same position all night!" I giggle, then he finally released me from his comforting embrace.
suddenly peter had a sugar-rush-like energy and lunged out of the bed, did a couple of stretches in a funny way and went to greet his stunning aunt with a kiss on her head, before I went to greet aunt may I changed to something lighter than his hoodie, HIS SHIRT!
After changing, I went to the kitchen, greeted aunt may, and hugged peter from behind "you lookin sexy today" I whispered to hiM trying to make him blush, which worked!
"y/nnn" he whisper shouted, and hid his face.
"now would any of you like to explain why my nephew is very happy today? or is it just because his girlfriend spent the night?" may smirks. oh she definitely knows how to make peter blush.
"oh *laughs* I'm meeting the avengers today!" I say jumping slightly, may was freaking out with me and we started actually jumping up and down, while peter stared at us laughing
"well c'mon we're eating breakfast there!"
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while we were walking to the compound peter sensed my nerves and held my hand reassuringly, I gave him the 'thank you' look and he smiled in return.
once we entered the compound, the cool air brushed my face lightly, there were little squeaks coming out from our sneakers while we're walking, but then peter stopped and looked at me smirking.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y?" peter asks softly.
"yes Mr parker?" the A.I replies and I was completely blown away.
"where's Mr Stark and the others?"
"Mr Stark is in his lab and the rest are in the main living room"
"ok thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y...OH and meet my girlfriend y/n" he says
"well hello there Mrs Parker" F.R.I.D.A.Y says, I looked at peter confusedly and he had the same expression and cheeks turned crimson red.
"uh hey F.R.I.D.A.Y" I say waving awkwardly to no one.
"uhm F.R.I.D.A.Y? who programmed you to call y/n M-Mrs Parke-er ??" peter asks clearly embarrassed.
"mister stark did, along with Natasha and Sam" she replies.
"god I'm gonna kill the-"
"Pete its ok" I laugh, rubbing his arms lightly.
once we entered the main living room everyone stopped what they're doing and looked at us
"h-hey guys..uh this is my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n" peter awkwardly introduces me, the room went dead silent, no one was talking they just stared right into my soul the suddenly after a few seconds everybody spoke loudly at the same time trying to introduce themselves first.
"oh my god hi hun! I'm Wanda"
"hello there lady y/n, I am Thor the god of thunder, its a pleasure to meet you"
"oh Don't go all princely on her, she's our cinnamon rolls girlfriend, I'm Nat by the way" she winks
"the name's Clint, also known as Hawkeye"
"James Buchnan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, doll"
"Steve Rogers *shakes my hand* welcome to the family"
once everybody introduced themselves, peter kept searching around the room, looking for someone, everybody was trying to get to know me more, asking more intimidating questions, but I couldn't pay attention because he looked worried.
so I took his hand softly and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles trying to get his attention, once he looked at me I gave him the 'what's wrong' look.
"hey guys, do you know where Mr Stark is?" Peter finally spoke, bingo he wanted to introduce me to one of the most important people in his life, pressureee, hopefully I could live up to Tony's expectations and he would approve of me,
"he's in his lab" Bruce spoke, pointing at the third door in the hallway.
Once we got to the door, Peter looked at me reassuringly and kissed my head trying to ease my nerves, I gave him a nod telling him I'm ready and he opened the door.
"M-Mr Stark?" peter said, which grabbed Tony's attention, he looked at Peter then his eyes landed on me, he stared at me for a couple of seconds like he was analysing me, then a small smile formed on his lips, That's a good sign, right?
"y/n, its great to finally meet you" he says shaking my hand.
"hello Mr Stark" I say, not knowing what to call him yet so I just decided to be respectful and call him 'Mr Stark' like my boyfriend.
"oh please not you too, call me Tony" he says.
"Tony, love birds breakfast is ready! c'mon Thor's already eating half of the pancakes- wait THOR THOSE ARE FOR Y/N GODDAMNIT" Sam shouts, panicking which makes me laugh a little, tony looked at me, then at peter like he's telling him he approves, which gives me a sense of relief.
when we got to the LARGE dining room everyone was sat in their seats waiting for us three, "finally! the son got his approval from his father!" Sam joke in his awfully attempted baby voice.
"Our baby's all grown up" Wanda says giving him grabby hands to hug him, Peter was madly blushed from embarrassment but still gave Wanda her hug
"wait I want a hug!" Nat interrupts.
"me too!" Thor said, trying to embarrass peter more, which definitely worked. I couldn't help my self from grinning, I loved how the avengers, showed him this much affection.
"well, *stands up from his seat* I wanna hug y/n" tony says in a matter-of-a-fact tone, moving from his chair and hugs me, I obviously hugged back smiling.
"wait- I WANT TO HUG Y/N"
"ME TOO!"
"guys guys, *giggles* stop harassing my girlfriend with affection I think tha'ts MY job" Peter says giving me big hug, kissing my head, I hid my red face in the crook of his neck.
"thank you" I whisper softly
"for what ?" peter replies
"for trusting me to see the most important people in your life, Aunt may, Ned, MJ, and now the Avengers! thank you" I say kissing his neck.
"oh no its the PDA! please don't tell me you guys are THAT type of couple" Bucky says making fake gag noises, which is later interrupted by Steve
"what's PDA?" he asks genuinely curious, Peter face palms and shakes his head
"welcome to the family"
have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!
-quacksonlover
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Zombie apocalypse au - read on ao3
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Peter doesn't remember life before the virus. He was only five when everyone got sick.
He's seventeen now, and he's never set foot outside of the city. Well, outside of the tower.
There's a curfew -has been since the virus. Those who go into the city for supplies or to work the garden and tend to the livestock have to be inside by five every day.
Peter doesn't have a green thumb, nore does he have a way with animals. And he's got two left hands when it comes to weaponry. So he stays in the tower.
The tower used to be Stark Industries. When the outbreak hit New York, people locked themselves inside, tried to wait it out.
Peter had been with his aunt. She tells him they'd gone to get ice cream and bring some back to his parents.
Aunt May had ran into the closest building -Stark Industries- and had hidden in the basement with Peter. He doesn't remember.
Tony Stark -the owner of Stark Industries- had offered his penthouse to the few who had taken refuge in his building.
After a week, many of the workers left, off to find their families. They never came back.
A month passed, and scouts confirmed the virus had taken over the whole city. Stark tower was the only building the monsters couldn't get to.
So, it became home. Peter grew up running up and down the industrial hallways, playing with the golden retriever one of the hideaways had.
He didnt know anything different. Everyone took care of him, raised him. He was the only kid in the tower.
He might even be the youngest living being in all of New York at this point.
His favorite people to visit and hang out with were Steve and Bucky. They had been walking their new puppy Goldie when the world ended.
They had been married for ten years before. They celebrated their twenty year anniversary a couple years back. Goldie was almost eleven, and didn't like playing as much with Peter -though she still liked to sit with him in the living room when he tinkered with old tech.
Natasha and Clint worked on the ground, so Peter didn't see them much. They could fight a whole swarm of monsters and not get bit. They were the best.
Bruce and Aunt May tended to the garden under their watchful eye. Steve, Bucky and Sam took care of the livestock.
Its strange. The zombies leave animals alone. They only go after people.
Tony, Bucky and Clint go scouting a lot. They run the city, looking for any survivors, or anything the tower could use.
The tower is self-sufficient thanks to Tony's genius. He'd been working on making the entire tower self-sustaining even before the outbreak.
He's only managed to get the top three floors. The rest of the tower has no electricity or running water. That's fine though. Theres not many of them left, and three floors is plenty of space.
The living area is the penthouse. They eat, sleep and breathe there. The second floor down holds all of Tony's old tech, and projects in the works. The third floor down is the weapons and medicine floor.
Peter is on the second floor when the scouting party comes back. He only knows this because of the AI Tony created tells all three floors when people come or go.
Peter sets down his tools and rushes for the staircase. He sails down them and opens the door bodily, nearly falling flat on his face.
"You're back," Peter called, running down the short hallway to the ammunition room. Clint, Bucky and Tony are all unloading their haul and their weapons.
Clint's weapon of choice is a bow and arrow, as well as a long range rifle -he's the eyes, always taking out zombies before they get close enough to spot them.
Bucky is unloading his knives and pistols. Hes best at close combat.
Peter jumps onto the table, watching as Tony checks the magazine of his .9mm, then settle it back into the holster on his thigh.
"How was it," Peter asked, eyeing the two duffle bags on the table, surrounded by magazine clips and disassembled weaponry.
"We made it all the way to the hospital this time," Bucky grinned. Peter's eyes widened. They don't get to the hospital that often, since its clear on the other side of the city, and usually swarming with zombies.
They don't need to go on medical runs much anyway, but Tony likes to keep stocked in case.
"And we hit the motherload," Clint grinned, unzipping one of the bags and revealing canned food from vegetables to soup, the labels all sun bleached and color faded.
"Whoa." Peter reached in, pulling out an old Cambells can, looking at the faded red and white label. He can barely make out the words. "Tomato soup!"
"Thats not all," Bucky hummed. Peter looked up just as Bucky reached into his back pocket.
Peter sets the can down and his eyes widen when Bucky pulls out a deck of cards.
"No way!" Peter leaps off the table, snatching the cards.
"Its a full deck," Bucky grins proudly. Their current deck was a mix of two different cards, and cardboard and plastic pieces they'd drawn the suits and numbers on.
It made it hard to shuffle, and they all knew the suit and number of the makeshift cards. It made for a boring game.
Clint laughed and ruffled Peter's curls before grabbing the food and heading for the penthouse to restock their cupboards.
"Thanks, Bucky," Peter grinned, pulling the cards out of the brand new -but still sun faded- case. He's never seen cards this new before.
"Dont thank me, Tony's the one who spotted them," Bucky said, giving Peter a knowing grin before grabbing the medicine and heading for the medical wing.
Peter blushed, then turned to Tony -who wasn't there. He scowled and looked around in confusion. He didnt notice him leaving.
Peter quickly puts the cards back in the protective box and drops them into his cargo shorts pocket before running out of the room.
After raids, Tony usually likes to spend time with his old tech -projects he'll never be able to complete, in a workshop he'll probably never get rid of.
He finds Tony at one of the work benches, fiddling with something Peter -to this day- can't figure out what it is.
"Hey," Peter said, walking over to him and sitting down on the stool at the end of the bench. Tony glances up and gives a small smile.
"Thanks for the cards," Peter continued, picking at his nails and looking down at his lap. "Bucky said you got them for me."
"You're welcome, kid," Tony hummed, eyes focused on a project he'll never finish. Peter thinks it makes Tony feel better. Makes him feel like he's back to before the virus, when he was making things all the time and helping people.
All he's got now are old robots that break down more often than they run, and dust over most of the place he used to call home.
All Tony has is JARVIS and the others, but Peter sometimes gets the feeling that that sometimes isn't enough for Tony.
The two sit in silence for a while, Tony hard at work, and Peter deep in thought.
"Hey Tony?"
Tony hums.
"Whats it like dating?" Peter says it fast, worried he'll lose his nerve and chicken out. Tony stops his fiddling and looks over, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you asking for dating advice?" Tony asked. Peter can't meat his eyes when he nods and Tony sets his tools down. "Who's the lucky person you're crushing on? Anyone I know?"
"You know everyone I do, Tony," Peter huffs. Tony crosses his arms and smirks, amused. Peter hunches his shoulders.
"Who is it?" Tony asks.
Peter takes a deep breath. He's gotta just come right out and say it. If he doesn't, he'll never do it and then it'll be too late.
"You," he breathes. Its quiet. Peter's hands sweat. This was a bad idea.
"Pete," Tony sighs. Peter manages to look up. Tony looks pained, regretful. Its not the look Peter wanted to see. "I'm too old for you."
"So?" Peter finds himself asking.
"So, you should be dating people your own age."
"Do you know of any other seventeen year olds running around?" Peter asked, waving his hand around dejectedly.
"There's always a chance-"
"Please don't," Peter interrupts. "Please? Its been twelve years. No ones come looking for us, you haven't found anyone during your raids. Its just us."
Tony opens his mouth to speak, but Peter's on a roll now, and he can't stop even if he wanted to.
"And don't say to wait. I've been waiting. For all we know we're the last people on earth not a zombie, and I want- I want to have my first kiss before I'm forty."
"Peter-"
"I want to experience things," Peter continues, steamrolling over Tony. "I want to go outside, and I want to have a boyfriend and I want to have sex-"
"Kid-"
"Please, Tony," Peter said. "I like you, and- and I don't want to experience this with anyone else in the tower, and I don't want to wait for the point one percent chance of someone my age coming along."
"Listen, kid," Tony sighs.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Tony," Peter said, sounding desperate. He looks at Tony with wide eyes, begging for the older man to understand.
Tony -hell, everyone in the tower- had a life before the virus. They got to experience the world. Peter hadnt.
Its all he wanted. He wanted a normal life. A life he was robbed of. He's desperate for it.
Tony doesn't say anything. He looks at Peter, calculating. Peter sees his shoulders begin to slump, and finally he breaks. Peter feels a little giddy at the thought of getting his way, though he remains put.
"No," Tony said on a sigh. "I suppose you're not."
Peter doesn't know whatto say after that. He's made his case, there's nothing more to say.
"Its hard," Tony said after a while. "I still think of you as a kid. I still think you're ten."
Peter chews on his lower lip, head dipped down and shoulders hunched in on themselves.
"So you don't like me back?" He managed to ask, even as his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.
"Kid-" he sighs. "Peter."
Tony settles a hand on Peter's shoulder, and Peter looks up at him.
"I like you," he says. Peter feels himself beginning to smile and quickly clamps that down, biting his lip. "God knows this situation isn't ideal. This would've been bordering on illegal, before."
"If you're uncomfortable, I understand," Peter said. Tony shakes his head.
"Thats not what I'm saying, Pete."
Peter didn't know what he was saying then.
"If we're going to try this out, there's gotta be rules," Tony continued. Peter looked back up at him.
"First rule is there's no hiding it. If we're gonna date, everyone knows about it or its not happening."
"Okay," Peter nodded.
"And we're taking this slow," Tony adds. "Like, cold honey slow, got it?"
"Got it," Peter nodded. His smile is getting too wide to hide. Tony's hand squeezes his shoulder.
"Good."
He removes his hand from Peter's shoulder. He gives Peter a small smile back.
"Could- is kissing going too fast?" Peter asks. Tony's smile grows a little, and he shakes his head.
"No, its not too fast."
The older man leans forward and Peter eagerly closes the distance between them.
The kiss is close lipped, and their noses press against each other, but its perfect.
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Withdrawal
Chapter One
Summary: Shes broken and bruised, and so are they. But at least she can't remember when shes sad; but god can they.
Warning: Substance abuse, alcohol, cigarettes, smoking, implied smut, self deprecation, self hate, destructive behaviour
Pairing: Steve x reader
"Trust me, Rogers", Tony sighs into Steve's ear as they push and shove through the crowd of stone-drunks and druggies.
"If you're finding her in a place like this, I don't think we should trust her", Steve states back.
Purple and blue light dances around them, and so do the nearly naked bodies of the 20-somethings surrounding them. The air reeked of sweat and cheap vodka, crushed pills and fine white powder dusted almost every surface, and smoke wafted all around them.
They really needed help. Something was coming, and they couldn't figure out how to stop it. Every day was the same: wake up, new theory, failed theory, repeat. Tony got so fed up that he decided to finally call on an old friend for help, except she didn't answer. She never called him back, or answered his texts, or his emails. And so he hunted her down, and now they were pushing their way through a sweaty and drugged up crowd of young adults in a sketchy bar.
Then they reached it, a doorway covered with a thin mesh curtain. A group of people, younger, all in their early twenties. A girl who was very clearly in charge sat in the middle of all of them, one hand gripped a cigarette loosely, it looked at home between her fingers, the other was latched around the back of a petite boys neck, small and blonde and so desperate to please her - to please you.
Your skin has a grey tinge to it, gaunt and daunting. Your eyes were dull and hazy, dark circles prominent. You looked ill, but you grinned nonetheless.
You brought the cigarette to your lips, inhaling with a small grin, unaware of the three men towering in the doorway, Bucky had joined them on the mission. They watched as the blonde boy passed a violently green pill to you, and you opened your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out, and playfully biting his finger before you swallowed the drug whole.
Tony coughed. He looked at home, and Bucky showed no emotion, but Steve was wildly uncomfortable, and apparently it showed.
You downed the last of the amber liquid in a glass on the small table, before gently shoving your boytoy away and standing up. You swayed for a moment before steadying and making your way to the group.
"You shouldn't have brought blondie over here, Stark. This isn't his scene, look at him", you scolded softly, the corners of Steve's mouth lifted slightly. You turned to him before speaking again, hazy eyes meeting his. "Let's go somewhere a little more quiet, yeah?"
The group nodded and you lead them through the crowd until you descended a staircase and made your way into a sleek looking room, and silence settled comfortably over the group. You discarded your cigarette along the way and so you made yourself comfortable on the leather chair behind the desk and lit another.
The three men got comfortable on a little leather couch. Tony sighed.
"How bad is it gonna be tomorrow?", he asked softly.
"Real bad", you chuckled dryly.
Steve wasn't so sure what Tony meant, but he was almost sure that he was talking about the aftermath of whatever you had taken. Bucky still stayed emotionless.
"How much have you had?", Tony asked again.
"Enough that if I have any more I think I might just die", again you laughed, you had an air of clear nonchalance about the whole situation. You seemed completely aware of everything, yet your pupils were dilating rapidly, and you were slurring your words, and swaying when you stood.
"So, Tony and the Golden Boys", you chided. "What do you want?"
"We need your help", Steve pleaded. You looked as if you would have argued relentlessly if Tony had asked the same, but your hazy eyes met his baby blues and you smiled.
"Tomorrow", you said, and Tony nodded.
"C'mon, Y/N, let's get you home, yeah?", you stamped out the cigarette and nodded, gladly falling into Steve's arms. The men carried you out of the bar and into the car they had come in, and took you back to the compound. Steve had let you stay in his room, tucking you into bed and sitting awake on the uncomfortable plastic desk chair he never used, just in case something happened in the night and he slept through it.
It was three in the morning when she began to shake lightly and broke out into cold sweats. Steve got a little nervous, but simply sat himself against the headboard and left you alone. After a half hour, you were shaking uncontrollably and drenched in sweat. Steve was trying desperately to calm you down, he had a cold face cloth over your forehead, and was running a hand through your hair and cooing softly. And when that didnt work, he scooped you into his arms and ran until he found Tony. The panic only really set in when Tony couldnt stop it either. Tony feigned calmness and dialed an unfamiliar number into his phone. Steve narrowed his eyes when the blonde boy from earlier waltzed in.
He surveyed the scene with mild interest before pulling a familiar orange bottle out of his pocket, he slipped one into your mouth and you swallowed instinctively. Less than twenty minutes passed before you had fallen back into a peaceful sleep.
"What's your name, kid?", Steve grunted as the boy turned to leave.
"Luca. Oh, by the way", he turned and threw the bottle at Steve. "These are for when she gets antsy"
"How do I know when to give her one?"
"Oh, you'll know", and with that he was gone.
When Steve woke the next morning, you and Tony had already started working in the conference room. Papers and Manila folders scattered across the table.
You worked in silence, the three of you together, until you found a lead, and the three of you gathered the necessary people and set off.
You drove in silence, dusk settling over the city. It was well near dark by the time Tony stopped outside of a sketchy looking club.
"You sure this is the place?", he said to you, surveying the building with care. Bucky was in the backseat next to Steve, and he watched you intently, Steve noted this.
You pulled out your phone, double checked something typed into your notes and nodded, getting out of the car.
You took one last look of the building before pulling off your sweater throwing it into the car. You unbuttoned your shirt and tied it up, pulling your sweatpants to your hip bones and smudging your mascara. Then you turned to Bucky with puppy dog eyes; "Bucky, can I borrow your jacket?"
He shrugged the heavy leather off without a second thought, throwing it gently around your shoulders.
"Why is it so important for you to look the part?", Steve asked, he came off more hostile than intended, thrown off by Bucky's gentle actions.
"Because if I look the part", you shook out your hair until it was messy and wild. "You don't have to"
You lit a cigarette and waltzed in like you owned the place, Bucky close behind, Tony and Steve keeping their distance. You were at home in the atmosphere, taking everything and anything offered to you as you pushed through the crowd, until you were shaking your head 'no', and leaning on Bucky for support. But still, you had a clear head and a mission, and made your way to the tall man with dark hair who dominated the back section of the club.
"Duke?", you asked sternly, he towered over you, but you crossed your arms and kept a straight face, Bucky looming behind your shoulder.
"Who's asking?", he shot back.
Steve watched from a distance as the two of you talked and eventually argued, and then followed you out of the club when you turned on your heel and stormed out. He was also the first to join you in your room after you had left for the evening.
He knocked gently, peeking around the corner and shuffling in. He sat at the edge of your bed, and when you patted the mattress next to you, had gotten comfortable against the headboard. You curled into his side. He hesitantly threw an arm around your shoulders and you only nuzzled further into him. You fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other.
Over the coming weeks you became dependant on him, and he worried about you. He worried when you came home drunk out of your mind or stoned to the edge of oblivion, but you always sobered up. It was the late nights that scared him, when you had already fallen asleep and begun to shake, and the only thing that seemed to stop it was the little green pills that he kept on him at all times.
He had been taught from the very beginning that addicts needed help, so slowly but surely he reduces your dose, crushing the pill and only giving you fractions of it. Until it was half, and you still seemed to be fine.
The weeks went on and your work piled up. You hardly ever left your desk, you and Tony working side by side, day through night. Steve spent his nights cold and alone and longing for you back in his bed. With your nights spent huddled up under dim lamp light, you hardly had any time to go out. You stole a few minutes for a cigarette on the roof every few hours, but that was all. Steve couldn't help but smile knowing how much better you were.
You looked constantly tired, but your smile was brighter and wider. Pictures of you and Tony lined the walls of your cramped little office.
Every few days you disappeared, saying your were checking up on your cramped little apartment. You always came back with a fresher air about you, happy and doe eyed. Steve longed to be invited on your little day trips to whatever life you hid from him. He didnt want to only be your night life, to be the only thing you could depend on when stash grew low. He dropped subtle hints here and there, little suggestions. He wondered if your house was anything like you. If its walls were bright and it was clean, or if it was unorganised and dark, curtains drawn permanently shut.
One day he found out. You couldnt find your car keys and asked Steve for a ride. He was more than eager to help, talking nonstop the short drive there. Your apartment was small, cramped. It was neat. Plants littered every surface, all alive and thriving.
"How are your plants still alive?", he pondered aloud.
"Luca waters them for me"
Steve sighed internally. Although Luca hardly ever came up in conversation, his existence plagued Steve. He couldnt get the image of how eager he was to please you, of how you held so much power over him. He didnt dare to imagine what the two of you had done previous to your introduction. He was lost in his self destructive train of thought the entire visit. When you grabbed his bicep and gave a reassuring squeeze, he was pulled back to reality and you returned to the compound.
You slipped into his room that evening. He could smell the hint of old whiskey and smoke on your breath, but he didnt mind. He drank you up, swallowing you whole. He crowded you into the mattress until you sang a song that was only for him. He was sweet and soft, but so distant once it ended. You could never forget, thighs rubbed raw from the scratch of his beard, lungs aching from lack of breath. But he simply rolled over and fell asleep. Some evenings, he would hold you close and tight and never let go, keep you tight there. Most, though, you had to curl against the broad expanse of your back and hope for some attention in return. And it never came on nights like this, but you tried anyway.
You were gone in the morning, as per usual, but he couldnt find you elsewhere. Not could he find Tony or Bucky, and that's when he realised that they had left without him.
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Chaotic family dinner
Cw: food, ask to tag
Ok to rb
Summary: thor, loki, starlord, pietro and dr strange go to a family dinner with Tony, pepper, Peter and jerico, Shenanigans ensue.
A/n: I cracked up so much writing this fic, enjoy!
Strange stopped the car infront of tonys house.
-- now remeber-- he said-- behave, or jerico Will get in trouble
-- ah dont need to worry wizard-- thor said-- loki is taking all the mischief with him
Loki looks at his brother-- oh its on now
Meanwhile jerico waits in the porch with Peter.
-- what do you think they are talking about?--Spiderman asked putting an arm around his sister in reassurance.
-- probably stephe is lecturing them-- jer said-- god, I hope they behave, Last thing I need is them making a bad impression
Peter snorts-- hey the dinner with natasha and Carol went well
-- yeah because those two are the only civilized people on my relationshipp
-- ah Peter!-- pietro said lifting up jer--nice to see you Man whats up, didnt stay in the car, strange was getting boring--Jerico laughs as he kissed her-- I missed you
-- I missed you too
-- is the food ready?-- the sokovian Man said putting jerico back on the ground so she can say hi to the rest of her boyfriends
--almost-- Spiderman answered opening the door
Tony was happy to see most of them, but as soon as loki entered he scowls-- oh look who it is
Thor softly pats iromans back-- he'll behave
The god of mischief closes the door, pietro sets the table as jerico and both peters play videogames with Morgan.
--how was the dinner with natasha and Carol?-- dr strange asked serving the food-- jer dear the foods ready!
Everyone sits on the table Tony just shrugs-- fine, I never seen jerico that flustered
Jer sighs eating her food, pietro grins-- I did one time i--
Spiderman stomps on the speedsters foot looking at him with his eyes Open wide.
-- no no, let him finish-- ironman said.
-- Tony-- pepper said looking at her husband who grunts.
Thors food starts to Act up, he looks at loki who has a huge grin from ear to ear.
-- so, I know you all went to stay at the compound for a while-- Tony said-- anything interesting?
Jerico plays back in her mind all the chaotic Shenanigans that went on.
Loki, not missing one opportunity to rail thor up said-- thor Fell on the threadmill
Thor, already upset becuase hes been trying to eat his moving food who tried to scape his fork goes-- well, brother-- Spiderman takes jericos hand as both facepalm knowing whats Next-- If I remember correctly, I wasnt the one who got caught in the middle of--
Jerico and Peter Parker jump in-- lETS CHANGE THE SUBJECT!
Dr strange snorts eating his food enjoying the chaos before him
Starlord tries to help his girlfriend out-- me and jerico danced the night through to old 80s songs, we had such a Blast
-- oh you guys also saw footloose right?-- Peter P added.
-- you bet!
Pietro smiles mischeviously-- well you also slipped and fell flat on your ass
-- did you now Peter-- thor added.
Pepper looks at jerico who at this point is with her forehead against the table.
It quickly Turned in an argument between thor and starlord with loki putting more fuel to the Fire.
Jer looks at Tony, who in return just gives her a compassionate look--and you have to put up with this every day?-- he asked.
She nodds standing up.
Pepper leans in to Morgan-- remember when you told me you wanted to see your sister use her powers?well here you go-- Morgan smiles happily.
Jerico stands up, using her powers to knock out both Peter Q and thor.
She looks at loki-- you and I are gonna have a talk
-- you look so hot when you get angry-- pietro added winking at jer.
Stephen takes Jericos hand as she sits down again-- how long Will these two be out?
-- five more minutes I think-- she said eating her food.
Stephen nodds and keeps eating, the talking resuming into soft Adorable anecdotes and some more embarassing ones.
When both starlord and thor wake up jer pulls them outside with loki.
-- guys-- jer said putting her hands on her face-- you need to behave, two out of three of you have a bad record already okay? Just please...--she sighs leaning on the wall.
The three look at eachother and hug her tightly.
-- we're sorry dear-- thor said putting his chin ontop of jericos head-- we let our temper get the best of us
Starlord nodds-- yeah, ill just go back to making references with your brother, we Didnt mean to cause you any distress
-- we just want you to enjoy yourself, the most important people in your life getting togheter and we messed it up, we're sorry-- loki agreed.
Jer smiles hugging them tightly-- come on, our food Will go cold
They all go back inside and the night goes on without much fuss.
Peter Q stands up raising his glass-- a toast, for our lovely jerico, who is always there for Us even if we drive her up the walls...
Pietro stands up-- for accepting us rejects, from the most with unstable powers to the misunderstood
Loki raises his glass getting up from his Seat-- because she sees past the walls we put up
Thor copies his brother-- because she stays through good and bad, and loves us no matter what
Sighing dr strange also stands up, looking at jerico with tender eyes--to the best girlfriend, for everything she does for us, even when shes tired, who keeps Us in mind even when she shouldnt, we love you dear
Jer starts to bawl her eyes out, Peter Q, pietro and thor panic slightly as Spiderman hugs his sister.
Morgan softly hits dr strange-- you made my sister cry!
Pepper and Tony chuckle-- its happy tears honey -- they add.
-- you all are the best-- jerico says drying her tears.
--no dear-- dr strange added-- youre the best
She giggles and pepper looks at her-- something tells me you might need that chocolate Icecream now
Jerico nodds-- please mom
After dessert jer says goodbye to all of her partners and goes upstairs to sleep.
Stephen stands on the porch with Tony-- you raised her well Tony, shes a great kid
Iroman smiles-- well, you guys do a great job at making her happy, just one more thing, before you go strange
--Yes?
-- Keep her safe for me Will you?
He nodds-- of course
As Stephen walks to the car Tony adds-- and I dont want one more pop culture reference or innuendos!there are kids here!
Pietro rolls down the window-- We'll Keep it in mind mr stark!-- he said before being yanked Back into the car.
As they drive off jerico gets into bed,texting both natasha and Carol.
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Nat: so, howd it went?
Jer: not bad, we had a good time
Carol:Next week its date night ladies,dont forget that!
Nat: yes we know ms burnt popcorn
Carol: oh come on it happend once! Anyway, night jer!
Nat: uh-huh,anyway goodnight babe
Jer: night you two, dont get into trouble okay?, love ya♡
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Jerico plugs her phone going to sleep,waiting for Next week to roll around to see all of her partners again.
Today was a good daym
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Not Working | p. parker | part 4
Not My Gif
summary: you and peter are together but maybe it’s just not working anymore
warnings: angst, depression, fluff cussing i think?
note: this was the final chapter and i loved this series. thank you guys for supporting it and showing it love. Make sure you request and read my other fics. ok love y’all enjoy!!!
this is Midway School of Science and Technology calling to inform you, you’ve missed 13 consecutive school days and if you miss 2 more you’ll be at risk of failing your courses and we will have to send police over to do a wellness check. We hope to see you in school tomorrow. Have a great day
So it’s been 13 days. You haven’t left your house in 13 fucking days. You’re beginning to smell yourself, you haven’t bathed or showered since the night everything went down. You just lay in bed, watching whatever black and white shows playing on MeTV at the time. You only eat about once a day, when reciting old life insurance commercials begins to hurt your brain. Your phone died a long time ago and you’re just now listening to the messages in your home phone.
You click delete on the message and let the next one play.
hey y/n, uh it’s Brad. Look i know you hate me but you haven’t been at school and nobodies heard from you so I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I do care about you and i wanted to say-
you roll your eyes and click delete again.
hey honey! Aunt May here, just wanted to let you know me and peter are safe and back home. I’d love for you to come over and have dinner on thursday, and don’t worry Peters visiting Tony so he won’t be here. Call me back or just show up okay hon. Love you bye.
Your hand dangled over the delete button before you sighed deeply. May never did anything to you, but how were you gonna pull it together enough to get to her. You were exhausted all the time, even if you never do anything. You looked at the time and date on your home phone and realized it’s Wednesday. You sigh deeply and pick up your home phone to call May.
ring ring ring
“Y/n! Hey honey, how are you?” Mays voice sings through the phone and for a moment the world seems a little brighter.
“Hey May,” You croak out, you havent spoken in almost 2 weeks and your throat hurts. “I’m not doing well May, everything hurts and I cant even get out of bed. I cant go to school, or eat or sleep or shower May I hate this. I hate it.” Your already raspy voice breaks into sobs and you wonder if she can even understand what youre saying.
“I’m on my way y/n, its gonna be okay. I love you and I’ll see you in 10 minutes.” May speaks strongly before hanging up the phone. You do nothing but change pajamas and grab a bag of chips before moving back into your bed and wait for May.
It’s not long before May is knocking and slowly opening your front door.
She looks at you with tears in her eyes before walking over and oulling you into a hug. It feels weird to have human contact but you dont pull away, just allow her to cuddle you.
“Lets get you a bath, I’ll help you wash your hair.” She smiles lightly before pulling you up and towards the bathroom.
You sit on the toilet while she gets the water and bubbles ready. Once its ready she turns away while you strip down and step in, letting your body sink into the hot water and lavendar bubbles. She immediately picks up water in a cup and pours it over your head, careful to not let it spill in your eyes, shes treating you like a mother treats an infant but you dont have the capacity to stop her. You sit in silence for a while as she brushes through the mats in your hair until you decide to speak up.
“May? Does he love me?” You croak out
She chuckles lightly before answering.
“When I first met Ben, I knew right away I loved him. He swept me away without knowing it. It was instant love, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. The way he looked at me made the world disappear and I knew it was the kind of love they write books about. The kind of love that turns rainy days from gloomy to comfy, turns blistering heat into warmth and fun, Ben turned everything into a fairytale effortlessly.
When you and Peter were in the 7th grade, and we threw him the birthday party, that youd planned most of, I remember looking at Ben and he was looking at me with the fairytale look. Ya know the one all the hot actors do in movies. Anyway, he was giving me that look and when I turned my head and watched you give Peter his present, I saw him give you the look, and you gave it right back it was precious. After that, everyday I saw you standing with Peter, he looked at you with the fairytale look, When he talks about you its with the same adoration he talks about Ben.
There is no doubt in my mind Peter loves you with every bone in his super body, y/n. You’re young and he can be a bit niave sometimes but he loves you unconditionally honey. You love him more than he loves you and he loves you more than you love him.” She stops brushing my hair and without a word begins washing my body with bodywash. I didnt even realize I had started crying until I saw a tear fall into the tub.
“I love him May. I feel like I need him to breathe, to live. I just dont understand how he could choose her over me.”
“Because hes a teenage boy and sometimes he doesnt think about what hw has, hes just like his uncle ben i’ll tell you that. You need to talk to him, maybe not now but soon, you need to tell him everything in your brain until its empty and your throat hurts from talking, and he will listen until his ears are sore from listening and his head hurts from understanding. Now, come get dressed and I’ll order us some pizza” May shakes her hands and drys them while handing you a fluffy towel.
She spends the rest of the night, telling you about this season of the Bachelorette while she helps you clean and do laundry.
“Thank you May.” You hug her as she grabs her purse to leave.
“Anything for you baby,” She kisses your head and wavees goodbye. You take a deep breathe and walkback to your room, plugging in your phone to charge.
After a few minutes it turns back on and slowly notifications start coming in, texts and calls and emails and dms from people and your old friends. You clear them all and head for you contacts, you find Peters name and decide to text instead of call.
peter
Hey
Can you come over?
hey, is everything okay?
I need to talk to you
Of course, I’m on my way.
You sigh and begin writing down everything you need to talk about, until you hear a knock on your window. You shakily stand up move towards your window, opening it and taking a step back.
“Hi” Peter whispers with his hands in his pockets.
“Hi” You whisper back.
“What’d you uh wanna talk about” Peter asks, slowly bouncing on the ball of his feet.
“Uh okay, um please sit. So um, as you probably know i haven’t been to school in a minute and uh that’s because ive been laying in my bed depressed and confused. May come over today and she helped a lot and she convinced me to talk to you about everything and that’s what i’m doing so I just need you to listen to everything in gonna spill out and i’m gonna do my best to make everything make as much sense as possible.” You look to Peter for confirmation and continue when he nods quickly.
“Okay uh first, I wanna say I’m sorry, for everything. For Brad, for ignoring you and yelling at you and for being a shitty friend. You were right about Brad and i’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, I just wanted so bad to be wanted ya know? I was feeling so insecure about you loving me that I ran to the first person that showed interest in me. I’m also sorry i basically ditched you guys for him, i just couldn’t look at any of you without feeling nearly sick. But i miss my best friends and I miss you Peter.
I’ve known since we were children that you were special to me. I always assumed it was one sided because I’d seen you go after other girls so i felt like there was no way you could ever love me as much as i love you, but I know now that you do, or did or do i don’t know but I do know that for me, you’re everything I need. We’re soulmates Pete, I can feel it. I feel deep in my heart that the universe made us just to be together and being without you would be to deny the universe herself and who am i? I need you so much when you aren’t around me i can barely breathe and a part of me is missing. I love you unconditionally and I always have.
What you did with Mj killed me, shattered my heart because I felt like once again, you chose her over me, your bestfriend and girlfriend and I hated that feeling each time I got it. The night i broke up with you I cried until my head hurt to much to stay awake, i felt stupid for thinking you wanted me more than her and I understood it. I looked at Mj and it felt like a no brained to pick her but it still never felt right. I know you didn’t mean it and we’re still so young peter. We’re basically kids trying to form a life long relationship and we don’t know what we’re doing. I don’t know how or what i’m going to do but I wanna be with you peter. I would have to take it slow of course but that’s where i’m at with us. So um yea.” You let out a sigh of relief of getting everything off your chest. You look away from Peter and wipe the tears that had fallen during your mini speech.
“I love you. I do. So much. Ever since our breakup i’ve been planning and wondering how to get you back. I felt lost without you and I never wanted you to feel less than. You’re perfect in every way y/n. You’re my oxygen and MJ is honestly just a friend. She could never make me feel the way you make me feel. We’ve got May and Ben type of love babe I swear we do. It was a stupid mistake but of you give me another chance I promise I will spend the rest of my life proving to you you mean the world to me and i will choose you again and again. I love you y/n and i want you to always know that.” Peter speaks through tears as he pulls your body close to his. He whispers how much he loves you against your temple as you break down and sob into his chest.
“Can you stay the night?” You whisper up at him.
“Will you let me take you out? Friday?” He looks hopefully at you. You smile lightly and bite your lip.
“Yes.”
“Then yes. I’ll stay with you” He kisses your forehead once more, before pulling you both under the covers to cuddle into you fall asleep to the beat of peters heart.
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Is this where we do prompts? Can you do a peter Parker imagine where has powers and is recruited as an avenger and then has to share a room with peter in avengers tower, and they fall in love? Please and thank you!
AN: I really just got along with it, and made it really big. I loved writting this, and I hope you like it too. Just keep sending those requests.
Warnings: Bad words, a bit of makeout.
Words: 5k, I guess
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You hated to admit you were kind of nervous, because it has been your dream since you found out who The Avengers were. Your old room in your foster parents house back in Staten Island was covered with pictures and news about The Avengers. When you had been invited to their tower, you were simply amazed, but kind of nervous. Now, you were following a guy carrying your bags around those endless hallways, silently and paying attention to every single detail around you. It was a beautiful place, very technological. At the end of one of them, you could hear someone talking on the phone. A voice who you knew very much. The same voice who invited you over. Tony Stark talking on his phone, probably with some investor or something. When he saw you coming in, he hung up and smiled.
“Oh, Y/N, you’re here. Welcome to The Avengers Tower.”
“Thank you Mr. Stark, I’m glad you invited me over.”
“I guess you met Happy Hogan already.” He said pointing to the man carrying your bags. “He’s gonna help you with anything you need.”
“That’s nice.”
“And I’m very sorry to say, but you’re going to be sharing a room with one of our heroes. Don’t worry, he’s harmless and he has your age. Plus, you’re way more powerful than him.”
“Can I at least know which one?”
“The Spider One, I always forget his name. Anyway, he’s nice and will help you around. Happy will show you around, and you can have all day to adjust in. Your training starts tomorrow after breakfast, and breakfast ends up at 9 AM, so don’t be late.”
“I won’t. Thank you Mr. Stark.”
So you started to follow that Happy guy around, paying attention to what he was saying while showing you around. You saw many rooms around from many heroes you used to see on TV or the internet. You got excited to be one of them, or at least becoming one of them. Your room was the last one in the hall. Happy opened the door for you and everything was dark. Happy rolled his eyes and got your bags on the floor.
“Peter, it’s almost noon and you’re still sleep.”
“Just a couple of more minutes Mr. Happy, I had a late night trying to do that stuff Mr. Stark asked me to fix and I’m really tired.”
“Just get off bed, we have guests, remember? We talked about this yesterday.”
“Has she arrived yet?” He asked with his face buried on his pillow.
“She’s right next to me.”
The boy in bed got up in a heartbeat. He was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, he had small bags under his eyes and also had a face of the person who had just woken up and didn’t want to. You pitied him, he looked very tired. The boy smiled just a little bit to see you in front of him, and you smiled back. Happy got your bags over your bed and got to the window.
“Maybe put on some clothes, Pete.” He said and the boy got the first shirt he found on the floor. A gray shirt with the saying ‘Midtown School of Science And Technology’. Happy opened the blinds, letting the light come into the room, revealing more clearly every detail in there.
“Sorry. I’m Peter Parker, nice to meet you.” He stood his hands in the air, waiting for you to shake it, which you did.
“Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled and you smiled back.
“So I’m going to leave you two alone, don’t do anything stupid. And since you missed lunch, you both can grab a sandwich in the kitchen, but don’t tell Tony cause he’s gonna be pissed if he finds out that you’re not eating your lunch properly Peter.”
“Fine. Thank you, Mr. Happy.”
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Be nice to her.” Happy got out of the room, closing the door behind him.
You sat on your bed. This half of the room was fully empty, the opposite of the other half of the room, that was Peter’s part. His table had so many thing over it that you couldn’t even identify what was being done there. So many objects, open books and devices you didn’t even know. His bed was completely messy, with at least two blankets over it, two pillows and his Spider Man suit over there. At the other side of the bed there were so many books pilled together, forming a huge wall of books, and one of them even had a mug over it. The walls were covered with projects, some photos and newspapers cuts. If looked like it had life in it, and your side was still not as good as it.
“Sorry about the mess, I didnt get any time to organize it yesterday. I had so many work to do and since I’m leaving for a bit next week, I need to get it done. Don’t mind the books, they used to be in a shelf located on what’s now your bed.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take you space.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He smiled at you and started to clean his desk. “So, you’re the girl with a lot of powers, right? Mr. Stark told me you have plenty of them.”
“Well, I think I have plenty, but they don’t make any sense combined, I guess. I can switch my shape, it’s called shapeshifting, as Mr. Stark said. Like, who do you want me to turn into?”
“Humm… I don’t know, myself.” You closed you eyes and concentrated on how Peter looked like, and when you opened them, Peter’s face looked hilarious.
“You look just like me.”
“I know, right?” You said changing back to what you really were.
“I loved that. What else?” You teleported to behind him, and he turned looking for you, and got scaried to see you facing him from behind. “Teleportation, good.”
“I also can get invisible if I want.” You said turning invisible, but them coming back to normal after that. “I can manipulate the four elements, specially fire. But I’m not going to show it to you, because in my opinion, it’s the most dangerous one. But the coolest one is this.” Your mouth remained still, but Peter could hear your voice.
“Telepathy.” He said and smiled. “I liked that.”
“I can also control minds, and get into other people’s dream if I want to, but it requires much of my energy and it’s definitely not nice and a bit confusing.”
“I like your powers. I was just bitten by a radioactive spider and got spidey things. Not as cool as yours.”
“Dude, you can crawl the walls of New York. That’s my dream.”
“Maybe I could take you someday.” He smiled and looked at your eyes. Was he flirting with you?
“Maybe, just tell me when.”
“Whenever you want to, babe.” Okay, he was definitely flirting with you. “So you’re from New York?”
“Kind of. I’m from Staten Island, but I lived in many other places around New York. Hell’s Kitchen, Brooklyn, Queens, Midtown and even the Upper East Side.”
“Wait. Queens? That’s where I live with my aunt.”
“Don’t you live here?”
“Oh no. I come to stay here sometimes, but I have an aunt, she’s kind of like my mom. She raised me. And I still have to go to school, and we’re not exactly anywhere near anything. So, I still have to be around the city sometimes. I stay here in summers, or just like right now, when Tony wants me training or on a mission.”
“So that’s what you meant by leaving next week.”
“Yes! But it’s just for a week. I have some final tests before my vacation, so I’ll stay here for two months probabily. Mr. Stark wants me to train you.”
“Training, sharing a room. I think we’re going to be stuck with each other for a very long time.”
“I really don’t mind.” He smiled and you smiled back.
“Yeah, me neither.”
Peter was really cool, and you just bounded instatly. He helped you unpack, organizing your things in the closet inside the room and decorating a bit of your side of the room. You told him that you were an orphan since you were eight. An accident caused by your fire powers burned your parents house down and you were the only survivor, as a curse just like you always thought. So you had to live in many foster homes and were always kicked out by being too weird for the family. They were scared of having you around their kids. It never lasted long, but the one that really lasted was the last one, but you were kicked out of the house just like happened other times. The parents were really abusive and they didn’t like when you arrived late. So Tony had his eye on you since he found out about your story, and since you were living on the Upper East Side with that really rich family, and used your powers to turn into a grown man to buy drinks at a liquor store. Last week, he finally contacted you, when he found out you were in the foster system again. As he said himself, you were now legally his child, and could live with him at that tower. Peter also told his story, of how he lost his parents, his uncle Ben, how he got bitten by that spider and told a little bit about his life back in New York. You had plenty of things in common, but he had a home and a family, you didn’t.
The next week was really good. Waking up early, having breakfast with some of the heroes like Wanda, Natasha and sometimes, Bruce. Tony, Happy and Peter were always there too. And afterwards, training, all day. You liked what you were doing, training and at night, studying with a tutor Tony hired to home school you. It was your last year of High School, so it wouldn’t be needed for much time. At night, you would just hang around with Peter, maybe watch some TV or something. But the week went by too fast, and he had to leave back to New York. You missed him, everything just seemed boring and quiet without him. You had to admit, you hated to see him gone. When Peter came back, you just spent every minute of your day together. It was a weekend, so you didn’t have any school or training, so that meant free day for both of you. It was only movies, snacks and a lot of talking. He told you about his tests, about his school and how his friends were kind of different with him, except for Ned, who he told that still the same old friend. You told him about your week too, and how Natasha came to train you and it was a heavier training, but the best one yet, and she was really sweet with you.
Many months passed, you got closer and closer to Peter. You both talked about your insecurities and demons. He was helping a lot with your very common nightmares of that horrible night. He would literally wake up in the middle of the night and come to lay in your bed and not getting to sleep until he knew that you were sleeping peacefully. And if you asked him not to go back to his bed, he would just stay there all night long. During trainings, he tried to impress you and flirting a lot in your point of view, but you get flirting and being nice mixed up sometimes, but you loved to flirt back. Sometimes he would just give you small blinks and cheek kisses around, but a forehead kiss and a hug were his thing to do with you every morning. Your heart always pounded when you were around him, specially when he was shirtless, that occured during trainings and at night before bed. You liked him, and you think he likes you too, but wasn’t very sure.
One day, he asked if you wanted to come to the city with him. He was graduating in three weeks and he was coming back to his New York home for two weeks and didn’t want to be away from you for so long. So he said you could stay at his apartment, and come to his graduation day. You didn’t even knew how he was still graduating in his school if he was also being homeschooled with you, but he said Mr. Stark and his director had an arrengement for him to only go to school in important dates like tests or other stuff, due to his internship outside town, but in condition to be homeschooled with all the content he had in school. So while he was away from the city, he wouls just keep doing whatever he needed to do.
“There’s also prom night. And I don’t have a date, so if you want to come with me.” He asked, kind of shy.
“I never went to one of those.”
“Really? But you weren’t homeschooled, right?” He seemed a bit surprised.
“No, but no one ever invited me to come to one of those proms, bowls, homecomings or school dances.”
“I can’t believe it. Okay, so I’m gonna make this one special. Pretend that I didn’t ask you anything.”
“There’s no need Pete.”
“I want to. But do you wanna come to New York with me?”
“Of course, you idiot.” He smiled and hugged you.
“So, we’re leaving by friday. Okay?”
“Okay.”
You had to find the perfect dress. So you asked Happy for help, but you both couldn’t find anything good enough online. You were almost going with that old black dress you had, but still, you wanted something special. But you weren’t even oficially asked yet. On Thursday, when it got dark, Peter took you to the rooftop to see the stars and eat some junk food he asked Happy to get him, getting totally out of your hero diet Tony specifically asked for you both to follow while training. But that didn’t matter for a while, and you had an awesome date, and at the end he got down on his knees, making you laugh very hard.
“Stop doing this, you’re making me nervous Y/N.”
“Sorry Pete, I can’t.” He held your hands and slightly laughed with you.
“Y/N Y/L/N, do you concede me the honor of taking you to prom?”
“Yes, Pete.” You said laughing and he got up laughing. “It’s getting late, and colder. Let’s go to bed.”
“Only if you agree to share your bed with me tonight.”
“No, good night Pete.”
“Come on, you’re gonna have to get used to it, cause I only have a bed in my room back in New York.”
“So let’s leave all the magic to New York.”
And so you got into the house again, back to your bedroom, where you changed into your pajamas and lied in your bed. Peter was kind of mad you didn’t let him share beds with you, so he slept only in his underwear to provoke you. You dry swallowed, and he noticed, and smiled, covering himself with the sheets.
“Don’t I get my good night kiss?”
“You don’t deserve it miss.” He said and you laughed a bit.
“You’re mean.”
“So are you.”
“Good night Pete.” You closed you eyes and after a few seconds, you felt his lips kiss your forehead, so you smiled.
“Good night my love.” Your heart pounded again, and you fell asleep smiling.
You both woke up early the next morning. Happy prepared the car to take both of you to the city, and you helped Peter prepare the breakfast for you three and Tony, who woke up early just to say goodbye and to tell he would be there for graduation day. It was a quick trip back to New York. Happy drove the car, Peter went on the front seat and you sat in the middle of the back seat. He kept his hand in the back seat holding yours for a long time, and that warmed you heart up. It didn’t took long and you were already in the streets of Queens, when Happy parked in front of a building, where a middle age woman was at the sidewalk, waiting. Peter got out of the car and hugged her for a very long time. Happy opened the door for you and you got out of the car. Peter pulled you by the hand, closer to the woman he was hugging.
“May, this is Y/N, that girl I told you about. And well, Y/N, this is aunt May. She’s basically my mom, but I call her aunt because of affective reasons.“
“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Thank you, it’s very nice to meet you too May.”
“Are you kids hungry? Cause I made some lunch.”
“May, you don’t have to pretend to know how to cook just to impress Y/N. She already knows you’re a terrible cooker.”
“Oh good, cause I ordered some homemade food from that old lady that lives down the street.” She made you laugh hard with that.
“It’s okay, I’m not that good as a chef either. Peter is the one who is always cooking stuff around.”
“Oh, my boy it’s just so good at everything.” She smutched his cheeks and he blushed.
“Stop it.” He said and it made you and May smile.
“So, are you going to have lunch with us Mr. Hogan?” May asked and they both crossed each others sights and thinks got kind of weird. It was clear that they had a crush on each other.
“I would appreciate it May, but Mr. Stark needs me back at the base as soon as possible. We have many things to do today.”
“At least get a sandwich. Go get it for him Peter.” He ran into the house and left you at the sidewalk with May. You both held you baggages and waited for Peter, who came back with a sandwich, a juice and an apple.
“Keep it healthy, Mr. Happy.” Peter blinked and Happy rolled his eyes.
“Thank you May. I’ll come with Mr. Stark for your graduation day.”
“Really?” Peter asked with his eyes shining.
“Of course. Everyone is coming, or you thought we would miss it?”
“I thought it was only going to be Mr. Stark.”
“So you better save some more seats for us. See you soon.” Happy got back into the car and drove off.
“Let’s go inside kids.”
Peter carried both of your bags and May lied a hand on your shoulder, guiding you into the building. The apartment was beautiful, much better than the one you used to live in when you were at some foster home in Queens. That one was really small and dirty. This one feels like a really nice place to stay and you liked it. Peter got the bags into his room and May showed you around. It wasn’t huge, but was really nice.
“I know it might not be big and luxurious as the place you live in but…”
“It’s perfect.” You interupted and May smiled.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“LET’S EAT!” Peter cheared and went running out of his bedroom, right into the dinning room.
You all had a nice lunch. You told May a little bit about your life, and she told a little bit about hers and Peter’s, and after lunch, while eating some sweets, she showed some kid pictures of Peter, who was really embaressed and blushed. You remained there until it was already very dark. Peter got his Spider Man suit on and May rolled her eyes to him.
“You just got back, and you’re going to be out patroling?”
“I’m actually going to take Y/N for a ride around town, but I’ ll need you to put on your suit.” He said directing to you and you agreed.
Tony designed a suit for you a few months ago. It was black and yellow, and had boots, just as you liked it. And a small mask covered part of your face. You liked it very much, and it was very comfortable. Peter had his mask on and so he said goodbye to May and you both got out by the window.
“I’m gonna need you to hold very tight to me.” He said and so you did, holding him by his back, involving his waist by your leg. “Okay, don’t let me go.”
So he jumped, but before hitting the ground, he started to bounce around his webs. You screamed and started to shake. He laughed and got to the rooftop of some building.
“Are you scared?”
“I’m so fucking terrified.” You said looking down, and he laughed, making you come out of his back and holding you on his front, and being really close to your face.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, looking at your eyes. You were mesmerized.
“Yes.” You replied and he smiled.
“Good. Maybe this will make you feel better.” He started to bounce around again, and you were helding very tight onto him.
You were screaming at the beggining, but it got really good with time. You were having a lot of fun, and Peter’s funny comments were relaxing you a lot. He stopped at a rooftop in front of a mall and sat by the bord. You sat next to him, and he held your hand.
“I don’t have a dress.” You said looking down.
“What?” He asked, looking at you.
“I don’t have a dress for prom.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because I thought that wasn’t the kind of thing we usually talk about. And I want it to be a surprise. I want it to be perfect.”
“First, we talk about everything. Second, it will be perfect, you just need to be with me.” He held your hand tighter. “May can take you shopping tomorrow, and that way it will be a surprise to me, okay?”
“Okay.”
That night, he took you to eat dinner at a fast food store, but you ate at the rooftop of an old art gallery in Brooklyn, and watched the city that never sleeps still all awake, till it was very late and you both had to go home. May was already asleep when you got there and Peter got he bed prepared. It was a bunk bed, but the top bed was the only one unoccupied, since the other had your bags in it. You changed to your pajamas and Peter got his sweatpants on, and no shirt as always. He closed the door and the window for it not be too cold.
“I thought you said you only had one bed.”
“Yeah, I lied. But just because I never used the bottom bed. And because I wanted you to sleep with me.”
“You’re an idiot.” You got up to the top bed, but blocked Peter from getting in. “Nope, you’re going to sleep in the bottom.”
“Please, let me sleep with you.” He was pounting, and you smiled.
“Maybe if you put on some clothes, it will be nice.”
“You love my abs.” He said pointing to his naked body.
“No, I don’t.”
“I don’t care, I’m gonna sleep were I want to, however I want to.” He lied next to you and you got on your way to get to the bottom bed.
“Whatever, I’m not sleeping with you.” But before you could get out, he held you by your waist and pulled you to him, and trapped you into his arms and legs. He buried his face at the back of your neck and used a web to turn the lights off.
“Yes, you are.” He already had his eyes closed, but he made you more comfortable, holding you in a comfortable hug and covering you with the blanket.
“Where is my good night kiss?” You asked, turning to face him. His eyes opened and looked directly into your mouth, and he just kept starring for a couple of seconds, but he kissed your forehead.
“Good night baby.” He said and held you closer.
“Good night.”
The week went by very fast, and you did many things with him. You met his friends, he took you to patrol, but he also took you to many nice places. He even did the movie night with you and May, and it was a really nice date. May was being really sweet to you and even took you shopping for your dress, and paid it for you. She talked about Peter with so much love in her eyes, and you loved it. And so the day finally came, prom night. She helped both of you get ready, you in her room, Peter in his room. You knew very little about makeup, but May helped you with that. He waited at the living room until May announced you were ready, and so you came out of the room wearing a beautiful navy blue dress, sandals and a flawless makeup. Peter was mesmerized, and his eyes shined like they never did. His heart raced and he couldn’t help but show the biggest smile on his face.
“You look amazing.” He said, standing completely still.
“You look amazing too.” You replied and reached for his hand.
“I need to take pictures. Wait a minute.” May ran to get her phone and Peter just kept starring at you. He couldn’t get his eyes of you.
“You look like an angel.” He said still looking at your face.
“You’re making me blush.” You replied and hide your face on his neck.
“Don’t hide, love.” He said and you looked at his eyes and you both smiled.
May came with her phone, and took plenty of photos of you and with you. And so it was time, so she drove you to school, where it was full of students. You met with his friends, and you all just had a good time. You danced with them all, and Peter really sucked at dancing, but he was asking you for help all of the time. He was trying very hard to make you feel really comfortable around him, and it was working. You danced to every song playing that night. And so the slow dance came, and he held you very close. Hands on you waist, your face resting on his chest, your arms holding him in a soft hug, and his head resting at the top of yours. You stayed like that for a very long time, but before the song ended, your eyes met and couldn’t get off each other.
“This is the part where I kiss you.” He said keeping his voice low. You could feel his breath against your face.
“So what are you waiting for Pete?” He leaned and closed his eyes, and so your lips met for the first time. It was very slow and sweet, just like you always imagined it would be. Now you were doing what you both craved the most for many months, and you wanted to take advantage of every single second of it.
“Do you wanna go somewhere more private?” He asked and you agreed. He took you out and got to the rooftop of a build right across the street. You could see people walking around, but you didn’t really care about them, you just cared about the boy next to you. He sat down and pulled you to his lap, and started to kiss you again, making it more intense this time, and so you both stopped and smiled. “Hi gorgeous.”
“Hi.” You smiled and kissed him again. “Thank you for tonight.”
“I was supposed to be the one thanking you, my love.”
“My love?”
“If you don’t mind me calling you like that, of course.”
“I always loved when you called me like that.” You kissed him again and you both remained like that for a long time. “But do you really love me?”
“I was talking about that with May today. She asked if I liked you, and until last week I thought so. Since the very first day I liked you, but after that day, that first day here that I took you out, I realized I don’t like you. I love you, Y/N, and all of that because Mr. Stark had this huge idea to put us in the same room, doing a lot of things together. I love every single bit about you. Your smile, how you just be yourself all of the time…”
“I love you too, Pete.” You interrupted him and he smiled.
“And I love how you say my name.” He said before kissing you one more time.
After that night, you never spent a moment apart. That week was the best of your life, and graduation day came. Everyone was in town, and after meeting them all at the event, you sat next to Tony, by the end of the row. Your eyes met Peter’s and you both smiled to each other.
“What is up with you two?” Tony asked and you looked at him very quickily.
“Nothing, I was just smiling at my friend.” You replied, blushing a little bit.
“Cut the crap, Y/N. You’re blushing. I know you like him, and he clearly likes you.”
“You think so?” You asked and Tony laughed.
“Oh kid, he really likes you.” He said looking back to Peter.
The cerimony took a while, but you all went to celebrate with Peter afterwards. Everyone was there, Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, Rhodes, Pepper, May, Tony, Happy and you. And he had fun with everyone, but when he saw you one more time, he gave you a big hug and pulled you aside.
“I need to ask you something.” He said, putting his hat in your head.
“Anything.” You said and he smiled and gave you a small kiss on the lips.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked and you agreed with your head.
“Yeah, Peter, of course!” He kissed you again and flipped you around, smiling during the kiss.
“Kids, stop for the photo.” May said, and Peter stopped still kissing you, and you heard May taking the photo.” This one is way too cute.”
“I loved it.” You said looking at the picture, and looking at Peter after.
“I love you.”
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Catch Me When I Fall
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: Angst, PTSD, panic attack
A/N: I was feeling angsty
The nights were the hardest part of Bucky's life. That was when he was alone, in his bed, with nothing but his mind.
His damn mind. How could his own head, his own thoughts, do this to him? Make him relive his worst nightmares. No, not nightmares, his worst memories.
He sometimes wonders if it's worth it to spend night after night, thrashing and screaming, waking up breathless and sweaty, so hot sometimes it feels like he's burning, if it's worth all of that, because it comes with the memories from before?
But he always regrets thinking that way. After all, if not for those memories, he wouldn't know Steve, and wouldn't have gotten his life together(-ish) and get to save lives, after those he took.
Don't get this wrong, he would never be able to make up for those lives. He remembers every face. He knows their whole life story, since he had to revise and memorize them before killing them. Murdering them.
This was just another regular night. Well, regular for Bucky. Tony had installed sound proof pads around his room a few weeks ago, so he won't wake up the whole team every night. "It's not because I like you or anything." He said, "This team has enough nightmares each. It's just that for some reason you seem to scream during yours, and we'd like to get as decent sleep as we can." Bucky just simply nodded at him, Tony exiting the room quickly.
He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was trying not to think at all but, unsurprisingly, failed. Though this night, he was not thinking of his time at Hydra, but right before. On the train, holding onto a weak handle for his damn life. He remembers that moment almost as vividly as his worst torture sessions. He could barely hear Steve's screams for him to hold on over the strong wind howling. And then he's falling. Bucky doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he found out he did at some point, since he was now waking up screaming as hard as he was screaming when he was falling.
He didn't realize it fast though. He was feeling as though he was actually falling, endlessly falling. The screaming just keeps coming out of his mouth. He doesn't even notice when the door opens.
You and Bucky were very close. You met when Steve brought Bucky over from Wakanda, and you quickly found a friend in him. It started slow, small talk over morning coffee, both of you going on morning runs together with Steve. Your room was right across from his as well, and sometimes one would go over to others room and you would watch a movie together.
You never saw him when he was sleeping though. Well, not if it was up to Bucky. He didnt want you seeing that side of him. The broken, damaged, horrific side of him. But, you were right across the hall from him. It was inevitable that you wouldn't hear him.
Tonight you did, and when you entered the room you were so afraid. Not for yourself, no. You were afraid for Bucky, terrified even. He kept screaming, sometimes actual words. "No! Not again! Please not again, no!" He never talked to you about any time before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. you knew nothing about calming someone while he's sleep screaming, You couldn't call Steve because he's on a mission in Peru with Natasha and Clint. That was probably also the reason why you even woke up from his screaming. Bucky was usually with Steve on missions, so Steve could be there when he had his night terrors.
You can do this. He's one of your best friends ofcourse you can do this. That's when Bucky realizes he's awake. He feels the bed dip by his side. But he can't stop screaming. He still feels like he's falling.
Until he feels a soft hand on his cheek. You carefully put your hand on his cheek, rubbing small, soft circles with you thumb on his cheekbone. His screaming stops suddenly, his eyes snapping to your face, still with a terrified look in them.
"You're okay Bucky, you're safe remember? I'm right here with you, nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise." He wasn't moving, eye still glued to yours.
He wasn't even breathing. "James I need you to breath for me, can you do that? We can do it together come on, do it with me." you than started inhaling and exhaling slowly, and after a moment He was copying you. With your other hand you wiped a few tears from his face, and put some stray hairs behind his ear.
Now he was hyperventilating. Shit. What do you do now? You're supposed to make him stop breathing right? How the hell are you supposed to do that?? So you improvised.
You kissed him.
Sure, you've wanted to kiss him for so long. But this wasn't what you were thinking when you thought of kissing him. You held his face between you hands and kissed him, and damn it if you didn't kiss him as passionately as you could. You did have to take his breath away. But then you remembered you had to pull away.
When you pulled away, you opened your eyes and found his still closed, his lips slightly parted. He then slowly opened his eyes, meeting yours. You immediately recognized your Bucky, the one that makes you laugh and cooks you his ma's special cherry pie, who watches horror movies with you and stays by your side until you fall asleep because you get scared after.
"Doll, if I knew all I had to do to get a kiss from you was get a panic attack I would've had you in my room every night."
You kind of wanted to kiss again because of that. But you also wanted to slap him.
"Are you serious?? Bucky you scared the hell out of me! I was so worried and I didn't know what to do, and then you didn't breath and then you breathed to much and-" now he was kissing you. And oh was it passionate.
It was rough, and desperate and your tounges were dancing around eachother and everything you were bottling up was being poured into that kiss. Wait- this is wrong. You pulled away suddenly.
"Bucky, this is not the right time." He's brows furrowed in confusion, then he was shocked. "Fuck, do-, Y/N, I'm sorry, shit I didn't think, I thought you were ok with this, I should've asked you're right, fuck I'm so sorry-" you cut him off, "what? Bucky no no no I was ok with that for me, but you just had a fucking panic attack, you're not thinking straight!"
You both sat there, on the bed, staring at each other. "What were you dreaming about?" You whispered. He then looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. It was a few minutes later when he started talking.
"The train. The one.. the one I fell off of." Oh. He looked up ar you again, new tears forming in his eye. You sensed he had more things to say, so you rested you hand on his thigh, quietly signaling you're patiently waiting for him to continue. "All I could hear was wind and Steve shouting at me to hold on. Like I was thinking anything else. And then I was falling. And...and I just kept falling, and falling and it didn't end. It never ends. I just keep on falling." He was crying at this point, tears running down his cheeks.
"I'm here for that. For when you feel like you're falling. I'm here to catch you. But you have to let me catch you okay?" He nodded, leaning towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You put your arms around his neck, one of your hands going up to softly comb through his hair. "Can you stay with me tonight? Please?" He asked, his voice so small, you almost didn't hear him. "Every night, any night, just say the word." You kissed him then, its was short, but sweet, and said all you needed said.
You slipped into his bed, and he immediately clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, circling his arms around you. You combed through his hair, lulling him to sleep. Right before he fell asleep he whispered,
“please catch me if I fall"
“I promise"
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Darkness (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader)
Characters: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Fear of the dark
Request: I had an idea + forgot it so i dont think i sent this. i checked and didnt see it in replies but i wanted to request peter parker x stark!reader where she watches horror films in the dark alone a lot. peter stays overnight + realises she sleeps w/ the lights on. When he (persistently) asks why she admits that shes afraid of the dark but everyone expects her to be brave just like her father is so she pretends but really shes just a scared little girl. W/ fluff and cuddles with peter parker
Peter was one of the very few people who was able to approach you in school, not counting out in public. People were already weary of you- mostly older people due to your choice in darker clothing and slasher and horror movie shirts. However, usually people kept their distance from you due to knowing exactly who your father was- you were Y/N Stark.
Peter had met you not long after Tony employed him, and you of course were aware of his secret, and you instantly asked him if he liked any horror movies. When he named one off the top of his head, you said that if he ever wanted to, he could hang out with you and watch it and maybe more.
He eventually followed you up on your offer, and soon at least once a week a night would be spent just in your bedroom, the curtains shut, the door locked and no lights on with only the tv on to illuminate the room. Certain parts always made him jump, but you never as much flinched, and even laughed at some points. The only part making Peter feel comfortable enough with it the first time round was you next to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze to warn him when a jumpscare was coming. It was like you were silently trying to help him through this fear.
He enjoyed his time with you, even if it was a little… out of the ordinary.
Friday nights had become your usual time for these movie marathons, however, Tony had called him earlier that day to say you’d not been feeling your best- explaining why you weren’t at school- and the bright lights of the TV and the volume wouldn’t help you, and you just needed rest. Peter understood, and decided he’d pop by later on with someone to make you feel a little better- to tell you he cared and thought about you.
He did his work, did a few hours as Spiderman before quickly getting dressed back into his normal attire and going to a nearby store and heading to your home.
Pepper had gotten the door and Peter had shown the gift, and she let him in without a second glance. Peter soon located your bedroom, and since it was dark, the hallway lights were off. However, it made the light coming from under your doorway that bit more obvious.
Peter was worried you were refusing to rest or something, and he knocked on the door lightly, but got nothing back, and gently opened the door. You were there, in bed, asleep, but with your lamp on. Peter was now thankful he knocked softly, and went to place the gift on the tableside and went to turn the light off, before you grabbed his wrist and made him jump. “What are you doing?”
“I-I was gonna turn the light out for you.” He said.
“Uh, don’t bother.” You said, sitting up a little. “Why are you here so late?”
“Your dad called to tell me you were ill so I came to drop something off that I thought might make you feel better.” He said, picking up the gift again. You took it and smiled. Your favourite chocolate.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Anyway, how can you sleep with that light on?”
“Oh- I was reading and I fell asleep.” You said quickly. Peter looked around, spotting nothing nearby.
“Where is the book?” He asked.
“Oh- it probably ended up under the bed or something.” You excused. “Maybe my dad came and took it.”
“...Y/N your dad is still in Bangladesh.”
“Maybe my mom then.”
“Why didn’t they turn the light off then? Surely that won’t help your head?”
“You saw how quickly I woke up when you came nearby, they probably worried about waking me up.”
“But… your reaction wasn’t normal. It was like you panicked.” Peter mentioned, and he saw you tense. He gently sat down on the edge of your bed. “What’s going on?” He asked.
“...Promise not to laugh- and you better not tell anyone!” You said and Peter put his hands up, and nodded. You sighed, before looking down. “I’m… scared of the dark.” You admitted, clearly embarrassed.
“...Really? But… you watch Horror movies all the time in the dark.” He mentioned.
“That’s different. Yeah I’m in the dark but I’m focussed on the screen, and that has light, and focussing on all the bad things happening makes me feel like what I’m scared of isn’t that big of a deal. That’s why I’m alright after the movie finishes and we’re just in the dark… also you’re there, so I’m not by myself, and soon the AI realises that the movie’s over and puts the lights back on.” You rambled.
“So you’re trying to get yourself to not be scared? That’s good right?” He said.
“Yeah, but I can’t do it for long. At night I have to have a light on, or I just… freak out.” You explained. He nodded. He didn’t smirk, or laugh, or make a comment.
“Is there a reason you’re scared of the dark?” He asked, hoping finding out why could let him find a way to help you. She shuffled a little.
“Kind of… when I was younger my dad would do all his business and such at night when he thought I was sleeping, and then in the morning he’d be there covered in bruises and such, and I convinced myself that all bad stuff happens at night. In the dark. I know that’s stupid now- that bad stuff can happen in the day- but still I can’t… sleep with the light off.” You explained. Peter nodded, getting an idea.
“How about when it gets dark at night, I take you to the top of one of those buildings in the middle of the city, and we just sit in the dark? We’ll have lights from the city, but It’ll still be dark, or when we watch movies we postpone having the lights come back on and I’ll be there, and we’ll turn the lights on when you’re ready?” He suggested.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with my stupid fear.” You told him.
“Yeah but I want to help.” He responded. “What do you say?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.
“Okay… but you can’t tell anyone I’m scared of the dark, it’ll ruin my reputation.” You again reminded him. Peter smiled.
“I won’t tell if you don’t tell everyone I’m spiderman.” He said, offering his hand.
“Deal.” You smiled, shaking his hand.
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for the whump dialogue thing: either 4, 19, or 20! it’s up to you.
I’m gonna try and add them all together!!!!4: “I’m going to break your hand now. Please do try and keep the noise down.”19: “The pain meds aren’t working! Don’t you hear him?” 20: “Bud, you can’t rest yet. Keep your eyes open.”
Peter doesn’t know how long it’s been. All he know is that he doesn’t remember a life before pain. He remembers breaking his collarbone, 2 ribs, and femur all on one night of patrolling and compared to this, that felt like nothing.
This man, holding him in this dark basement for only God knows why, has hurt him in so many different ways, Peter can’t even start to compile a list of injuries. So much hurts that nothing truly hurts anymore. It hurts so much, it’s numb in the worst way.
He doesn’t even know if he’s screaming anymore. His throat is too torn up to handle even a whisper. He must scream though because the man picks up his hand in his and holds it gently. His voice isn’t as gentle as his touch, but he’s not exactly soft-spoken either. “I’m going to break your hand now. Please do try to keep the noise down. Your constant screaming gives me such a headache.”
Peter would let out a sob at the warning earlier in his captivity, but now, a broken hand is nothing. It’ll probably just tickle--.
“Break his hand and I’ll break your fucking neck.”
That voice...that voice is familiar. It makes Peter feel safer than he has in weeks. It’s been a while since he’s heard it. It’s been a while since he believed he’d hear it again.
The man holding him goes still and Peter can see the fear in his eyes as they widen. He turns his head over his shoulder and then Peter can see him. The light shining from behind him outlines him like an angel. His guardian angel.
“Stark--?” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before Tony is punching him across the face and he drops to the floor. Even though he doesn’t get up and Peter knows he’s unconscious, it doesn’t make him feel any more relieved. Feeling relieved is just an easy way to let his guard down and let more pain in.
So, even though he was safe and out of danger, he didn’t move. He was never truly safe. Not down here. Not with this man.
Tony barely spares that man on the ground another look as he took a step closer. He reaches a hand out but didn’t stopped just before it came near him as Peter felt his body flinch. Or at least he thinks it flinched. He isn’t sure what his body does anymore. He tries to distance himself from it. It’s easier to deal with the pain that way.
“Pete, it’s me. It’s Tony...” His voice is quiet and not how Peter remembers it. “I’m gonna take you home now.”
Peter lets out a gruntled whine involuntarily. He can’t leave. That’s against the rules and he knows the consequences of not listening. He doesn’t want that lesson repeated. So he stares ahead and blinks.
Tony looks more worried and his eyes are watery. Peter wants to fall into his arms like he’s imagined in every rescue scenario, but now he’s terrified. “Buddy,” he tries again, his voice cracking, “it’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Peter lets out a whimper he wishes he could have held back because he only seems even more pathetic. His eyes flicker down to the man unconscious on the floor.
Tony follows his gaze and just like always, he knows exactly what to say when Peter says nothing at all. He turns around to someone behind him (Peter can’t bring himself to focus on who it is) and snaps, “Get this prick out of here and away from the kid. Now!”
Two men come running in and drag the limp body away. Peter waits for the body to disappear and a moment longer to make sure he’s not coming back. He looks around the room, waiting for someone to jump out and prove this is all a trick. Tony really isn’t here. He’s dreaming. It’s a dream. But nothing happens. Tony stays there, looking realer than he ever has and Peter stares. Tony is patient and doesn’t rush him.
Peter fidgets once and lets out another whine, but it’s all his body can do. He hasn’t spoken in...well, Peter’s lost count. He lifts his handcuffed hands towards Tony slowly and still, Tony doesn’t move. He’s waiting. Peter can’t do much with the restraints so he wiggles his fingers beseechingly and then Tony asks, “Can I hold you?”
Peter nods his head, desperately. Tony leans forward and wraps his arms around Peter. He doesn’t care that Peter is filthy with dirt and blood; the man only showered him down with cold water every few days. He pulls Peter in so close to his chest Peter feels like he can’t breathe. But, it’s not like the ‘can’t breathe’ when the man held his head under water. It’s the ‘can’t breathe’ he’s forgot how good it felt just to be...hugged. Just to be touched in a way that caused him no pain.
He fell into his arms and melted into the embrace. Tony holding him so securely, his heart beating against Peter’s ear, the soft words Tony is mumbling to him, the way Tony’s hand finds its way into his curls...it breaks him. It breaks the shell he’s built up and he lets it all go at once. He feels the pain-- he feels every last bit of it and he sobs.
Tony pulls him in closer and his own voice sounds close to breaking. “I’ve got you, Petey. It’s going to be okay.”
Peter knows this. Now that Tony is here, he knows it’s going to be okay. He’s nowhere safer than in Tony’s arms. So he relaxes in his hold and lets his eyes flutter shut after countless sleepless nights.
Tony doesn’t like that idea. “Bud, you can’t rest yet. Keep your eyes open.”
Peter grunts but doesn’t open his eyes. He just wants to sleep.
Tony pulls back and Peter whines at the loss of contact. “You cannot sleep. You need to get checked out.” He looks Peter over and he can only imagine what he looks like...chained up in his boxers, covered in bruises, blood, and welts. It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic. He can’t stop the next sob that leaves him. Tony cups his face and Peter leans into the touch. He lets his eyes shut for good this time despite Tony’s voice in his ear telling him to stay awake.
He needs the sleep and he’s safe. So he does.
--
He wakes up to a burning pain in his leg. Everything hurts. It’s all on fire and it’s too much for him to deal with. But there’s an even worse pressure on his leg. He’s not sure what he did-- he fell asleep. He isn’t supposed to sleep. That’s why the man is punishing him.
Peter tries to hold back the cries. He’s not allowed to make a sound. He bites so hard on his lip, he tastes the blood. He’s been bleeding so much, he’s surprised there’s any left. But there is. And the blood he draws from his fills his mouth with a metallic taste.
He can handle the pain on his leg until the same feeling starts in the other one. Is the man breaking his legs again? But he didn’t try to escape! He stayed still-- he didn’t move!
Something snaps in his leg and he he can’t hold back the scream that rips through his throat. He thrashes before he can remember that he’s not supposed to move when he’s being hurt. He’s supposed to sit through the lesson and take it without complaint. But when one scream comes out, he can’t stop the rest. He only stops when he needs to take in a deep breath.
“The pain meds aren’t working!” He hears a voice shout, sounding angry and scared. “Don’t you hear him?”
“There’s nothing-- we need to reset these bones, Stark! We already knew the meds might not work. It’s chance we had to take.”
Peter cries out, wishing he can beg for them to stop, but that would require talking. He isn’t allowed to do that. So, he cries.
“He’s in pain. Dammit, stop!” The voice is closer.
“I told you you’d need to leave if you got too upset,” the woman warned. “I’ll ask you to leave if you don’t stop.”
There’s another hand on him again. This time holding holding his hand, much more gentle than the other hands breaking his body. It reminds him of they way Tony held him in that dream. It had to be a dream because if he were back home and safe, why would Tony let them continue to hurt him? He wouldn’t.
He hears his voice though. And maybe it’s in his head. Probably because there’s no other way he’d hear it over his screaming. But it brings a sliver of comfort to him. The voice is safe. The voice is home. “You’re okay, Pete. You’re okay. I’m right here and I will never leave. Not again.”
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70 Years Too Late Chapter Five
Summary: The reader and Steve dates in the 40′s but when Steven gets frozen she can’t take life without him. So she asks her friend Howard to freeze her until they can find a way to get him back. But what happens when she gets to the future and he’s dating someone new?
“Y/n? As in Howard’s best friend Y/n? The one that he never stopped loving but just abandoned him that Y/n?” Tony said, his voice increasingly get louder by the minute. So this was Howie’s son. I get he got blessed with good genes the man looked like a goddamn fox. Age was definitely his friend, I wonder if Howie aged as well as his son. Speaking of Howard.
“Yes that’s me. I didn’t want to leave him he’s my best friend. I never meant to hurt him. Where is he? There’s so much he needs to tell me? Did they find Steve?” I rush and try to get up from the table but a as soon as my feet hit the ground a wave of nausea hit me like a truck and I flew to the nearest trash can, spewing out anything that would come out. Not like I had time to eat anything while I was getting a lifetime of sleep.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay just get it out darling,” Tony said as he rubbed my back. Great just what I needed a hot guy watching me spill my guts.
“So where is Howard,” I say trying to get up but loosing my balance but before I could fall I felt two arms wrap around me keeping me from falling. I look up at the face those arms belonged to, and was met with the charming man that is Tony stark the apple didn’t fall far from the tree with the charm.
“You alright there, hon” he chuckled, smiling a smile almost as beautiful as Steve’s.... I said almost.
“Yeah I’m fine” I said as I get out of his arms. “I just have a lot of work to do. Oh crap I still didn’t check in with the boss, he’ll want to know I’m back and Howard must have work for me. I got to go” I said rushing out.
“Wait I don’t think it’s like you remember! Mama! Y/N!” He shouted as Dr. Banner and him run after me.
“Ashburn! I need those papers on my desk. And Carter I need to see you for the briefing. Smith stop staring at my ass!” I yell walking around seeing as I was kinda the one who ran the building. I stopped after I realized no one was following my instructions. If fact not one of my team mates were even there. Not Carter not Howard not even Smith. It was just a room filled with people in funny suits. Did they make more super soldiers I didn’t know about?
“Who are you people and where is my team! Where is Howard? Carter! What’s going on?” I rush out as I get strange looks from everyone in the room.
“Mrs. L/N, I think you might want to take a seat” a guy with an eye patch said to me as he pointed at an open seat on the couch.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you babe” tony smirked as he led me to the seat. And I was continuing to get weird looks from everyone there.
“Who’s mrs daisy over here?” One of them snickered.
“Excuse me and who are you? I don’t remember giving you permission to talk. And all of you, you look at me you don’t talk to me unless I give you the right to do so I don’t know who let you up here. But I am the high ranking agent here. So I won’t take your bullshit do I make myself clear solider!” I shout in my Lieutenant voice.
“Ah yes sir... I mean mama” he stuttered and sat up straight. And everyone was either too stunned to say anything or trying to keep their laughs in much like tony.
“L/N” eye patch said again “do you know what time period we’re in?” He asked carefully.
“Well judging from the lack of respect and terrible outfit choices im gonna guess we’re not in the 40’s anymore sir” I said with my head held high and looking straight. We were never allowed to look our superiors in the eye, that was a like a big f u to the big man. He wasn’t our friend he was our boss.
“Y/n you can look me in the face. Like you said it’s not the 40’s anymore” he smiled.
“Sorry sir force of habit. We’re not allowed to look our superiors in the eyes it’s a sign of being to comfortable and we can’t risk getting too comfortable” I say.
“Woah she’s sounds like my aunt Peggy” someone said as they walked in and stood next to me looking me over and smiled.
“You know Peggy Carter? I must speak with her this instant she must be worried sick I didnt even say goodbye” I said to her.
“Mama that’s what I wanted to discuss” eye patch spoke slowly.
“Well get on with it sir. And please don’t call me mama that makes it sound like I’m 50. Y/N is fine.”
“Well Y/N were in the year 2013 and Howard and Carter... they’re dead” he looked down.
“What? I... you can’t be serious. I told Howard I would see him again. This isn’t real this is a joke Howard put you up to this didn’t he.. he had to hes always doing shit like this” I say sitting back down shaking my head back and forth I look around the room at all the faces trying to find a hint of doubt on them. But all I saw was pitty.
“It’s okay. Your gonna be okay” tony said as he sat down next to me and rubbed my back. I turned to him and hugged him as hard as I could holding on for dear life and he instantly hugged back whispering kind words into my ear. Everyone kinda looked at Tony like wtf.
“Wait your Y/N L/N? My Peggy talked about u all the time” the girl smiled at me once I calmed down.
“Yeah. She was my best friend. I could tell you so many stories about the shit we got into. She was the best” I smile remembering Peggy.
“Wait your the agent who punched a Nazi omg your like my idol” a red head said and looked at me with admiration.
“Yeah well how could you not punch one of those guys after spending a week under cover. It was hard not to do it sooner” I smiled at her.
After that everyone just kept asking me questions and I learned everyone’s names.
“That’s amazing. No wonder you ran this place back in the day” Clint said.
“Yeah well all the men here were completely useless. Except for Howie he knew what he was doing” I smiled at Tony as he held his head high with pride for his dad.
“Yep I got the smart gene from him.” Tony said sitting back on the couch with a big grin on his face.
“Yeah you also got the cock sure gene too. You know he once bet me 20 that he could get me to sleep with him within the first week we met each other. I won 20 bucks that day.” I laughed at the horrified look on Tony’s face.
“Okay I didn’t need to know about my dads sexual life thank you very much.” He said as everyone laughed.
“Y/N?!?” Someone from the doorway yelled.
“Bucks?!?” I shouted with wide eyes as I ran to him. He picked me up and spun me around a couple times before putting me down.
“So I guess you know Bucky” Rhodey laughed.
“Aye winter boys got a friend” Sam joked as Bucky flipped him off.
“Y/n Babe what are you doing here. I thought you were dead?” Bucky said stunned.
“Yeah well I just couldn’t live without Steve so I had Howie freeze me till they found him” I said still smiling.
“Oh” he said his smile fading and his head hanging low like he knew something I didn’t.
“What? What is it? What aren’t you telling? Is Steve okay?”
“Yeah yeah Steve’s fine. He’s great actually... but there’s one thing...” he begins but he didn’t get a chance to finish because someone interrupted him.
“Y/N?”
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Books are better than People
TITLE: Books are better than People
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 13
AUTHOR: dance-in-moonlight
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine taking Loki to the biggest library in the world, The Tianjin Binhai Library in China. As soon as you walk in, he’s like a kid in a candy store as he doesn’t know where to start with 1.2 million books surrounding him…
RATING: T
NOTES/WARNINGS: Guys I am so sorry it took so long again! I’ve had it written for ages but never found the time to upload it. So here you go,finally. Tell me what you think!
(Also remember I publish this on my blog as well. Sometimes I say something about a delay there. And feel free to request other fics and oneshots,or ideas for this one :} )
ADDITION: You are Tony’s personal assistant.
“They are what?”
You felt the ground shaking beneath you as you processed the words. It concerned you on the edge of your conscience, but your mind was focused on other things.
“They are off to find a new place for their people”, Bruce repeated calmly. The ground was still shaking, but nobody seemed to notice. It occurred to you that it was in fact your legs giving in.
“But…they did not say anything about how to contact them? There must be a way, right?”
Bruce looked down in silence, and Natasha gave you one of those pitying glances.
“I didn’t get a chance to apologize”, you breathed into the room. When you had come into the building this morning, in search of Loki, you had found Natasha, Bruce and Clint in the community floor instead. You still couldn’t believe it. Two days ago you had had this stupid argument with Loki - in hindsight it hadn’t even been an argument, you had just screamed at him - and now he was somewhere in the universe with his brother, off to find a new home for the Æsir.
“What exactly happened?”, Clint interrupted your thoughts. He sat on the kitchen counter, eyeing the three of you. He held an enormous sandwich in his hand, a coffee mug in the other, and seemed incredibly relaxed. You could not relate, it felt like electricity ran through your veins. Ignoring Nat’s indignant ‘Clint!’ he tilted his head curiously.
“We…had a discussion.”
“Yeah but why were you so outraged? Sure, he’s a trickster ‘n’ stuff, but I thought you two got along?” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and your brows twitched a little.
“Barton, you’re making her uncomfortable”, Nat replied and leaned further back in her armchair. Bruce was still quietly fiddling with his fingers, he seemed to think about something.
“No he’s…hm. It’s stupid I suppose.”
They looked at you expectantly, so you had no choice.
“Okay, I, uh, am quite fond of Mister- of Tony. You know, he’s like…like a guardian or something, he has helped me a lot in the past and is always so nice and asks me when he has to make an important decision.” You made a break to see their reaction. Clint was eating again, Natasha had a pokerface, and you didn’t know whether Bruce was even listening.
“ Anyways…Loki understood that, and he was there for me that night in China-”, now Nat rose a brow,“ no no, not like that! He, uh…was nice. But back in New York he told Tony and I was - and still am - horrified that he might make fun of it or fires me…that things will be weird. As a result I was rude to Loki, although he had only tried to be nice. And now he’s out there thinking I hate him too, like everyone else. ”
You felt your stomach grew tighter and a sudden nausea overcame you.
“ Oh honey”, Natasha sighed and leaned forward to pet your head.
“I’m sure he understands that you were just hurt. If what you said about his past is true, he should know the situation.”
You nodded and gave your best effort to hold the tears back. You still felt beyond horrible, but them being so nice and helpful despite not liking Loki warmed your heart a little.
“You’re right. Next time I see Thor, I’ll ask him.” Even though it would take weeks, possibly months or years…
You felt an arm around your shoulder and the couch gave in next to you. Clint had come over and nodded at Nat’s words.
“Of course, don’t worry so much. It’s gonna be okay.”
“Maybe there’s another way.” You looked over at Bruce, surprised that he had listened.
“Yes?”
“There’s someone who might be able to get you to Loki…if he wants.” He frowned and mumbled something. That cryptic answer didn’t satisfy you.
“Who would that be?”
Bruce looked up to you.
“His name is Dr. Strange.”
They were quiet, as if the name meant something great. Who was that? A legend or something?
You had to interrupt the heavy silence.
“And his real name?”
“Dr. Stephen Strange”, Bruce replied with a sigh, as if he had to explain that on a daily basis.
“Oh. How, uh…convenient. And where do I find this man?”
Dr. Banner shrugged.
“I don’t know, I barely know him. He’s fought with us and I know he played a big role in the fight against the big purple…but I don’t know where he lives.”
“He’s what now?”
“Doesn’t matter”, Clint cut in.
“No no, every time I ask about this fight you change the-”
“You could ask Tony”, Nat interrupted, “I think he was at his place before.” With an internal sigh you took the bait.
“Of course he would…ugh, I guess I have to talk to him anyway. Hope this won’t get awkward.”
A few minutes later you made your way to Tony’s floor, although everything inside you told you to go back.
“Mister Stark? Do you have a minute, Sir?”, you asked with a knock on the open door. He was sitting on a couch in his private rooms, a magazine opened in his lap.
“Come in, I need your help first”, he said, eyes glued to the pages. A confused little frown sat on his forehead and you saw him drumming his fingers on his thigh.
“Of course, what can I do for you?” Surprised at his not-awkward behaviour you walked over until you stood behind the couch, looking over his shoulder.
“Which one of them, Y/N? Pepper made me chose and I am losing my mind.”
You took a closer look. It was a catalogue of baby articles, the particular side showed cribs in all shapes and colours.
“Aww they’re all adorable”, you smiled and tried to make out the best. They appeared in every shape and colour, and you easily understood Tony’s dilemma.
“This one, if you ask me. It looks pretty, but not silly.”
You pointed at a round wooden crib with little orange ornaments.
“Stark Jr will sleep like a little prince or princess in there.”
Tony nodded and smiled dreamily at the image you painted , making you warm and fuzzy inside. He deserved that so much after everything he’d been through, you were awfully happy for him.
“I suppose… Thank you. Um, anyway, you wanted something?” He turned his head to look at you. Still, there was no sign of a grin or a sarcastic comment. Either he didn’t care about it, or he noticed how uncomfortable the topic had made you.
“Yes…um…can you tell me where Dr. Strange lives?”
He rose his brows and tilted his head a little.
“Strange? How do you know him?”
“I don’t…he was…suggested for my kind of problem.”
“You have a…brain problem?”
“What? No”, you replied blushing, “I need to…can you just tell me?”
Tony seemed confused, but he nodded.
“Well, I trust you, but even if I tell you there’s no guarantee he’ll help. He’s a little special.”
“I can try, don’t you think?”
“Sure. I could give him a call to tell him I sent you.”
You beamed. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, don’t be silly Y/N. You’re important to me.”
Your smile grew even brighter. He wrote down an adress and handed it to you, wishing you good luck again.
#Loki#Angst#God of Mischief#Submitted fic#submission#dance-in-moonlight#chapter 13#books are better than people
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Chapter 7 unedited. TGaD
After 45 minutes of pure music and water relaxation, I step from the tub while it drains and wrap my baby blue towel around me. I open the door and see a man sitting on my bed, staring my direction. Panicking, I slam the door shut without seeing who it was. I dress while speaking to Tony's program.
"FRIDAY! I thought I said no visitors!!" I scold her.
" I couldn't stop him Miss. Wanez. " FRIDAY responds. I exit the bathroom wearing the emerald bra and black shorts. Once I see the man, I recognize him. Loki. Shit. Loki watches me for the second time, looking my frame up and down.
"You weren't lying when you said you sleep in that." He whispers and makes the contact before realizing what he said and averting his gaze. His cheeks become red the more the silence rolls on.
"Sorry. I didnt.... Silent realize you going occupied." He apologized without looking at me, and I sigh softly.
"No. I wasn't lying, clearly. Yes, I was occupied. That's why I asked for no visitors. Hey, I'm covered." I walk to him and sit on the bed. Loki looks at me slowly.
" How long have you been here? " My gaze slips to his lips for a second before going back to his eyes.
"A few minutes. I waited for you." Loki speaks quietly, completely different from his normal character.
"For what?" Why would you wait, when you could hear my music playing?
"The sunset. You didn't come to the roof like every night before. Until tonight that is." Loki stares into my eye. I think for a few seconds, my emotions for him spiking at his words. He waited.
"I'm so sorry. I saw it from here, I had a few things on my mind. Loki?" I speak his name as his gaze tries to look out my small window. Loki slowly connects with my green hazel eyes.
"What is it, Nikole?" His voice comes out smoothly and gently.
"Steve invited me to my first mission tomorrow." I watch Loki for his reaction. He smiled slowly, and when he speaks, his voice is lighthearted with joking.
"Guess he took your words to heart." I laugh softly, forgetting that I never said that to Steve in front of Loki.
"Of course he did. Why wouldn't you?" I joke back.
"Well. Due to the fact that you to be up early tomorrow, I should leave so you can rest." Loki stands to leave.
" Wait! Please. Can you stay? To make sure... The nightmares, Loki... " He looks as though he's thinking about my words. I wait silently. Please stay. Don't leave me. Please....
After a few long seconds, Loki cups my cheek, a little unsure if he should.
"Let me get dressed." I smile softly, and Loki walks into my bathroom. Once he shuts the door, I pull the covers back and slide under them, my eyes already becoming heavy.
Loki comes out from the bathroom wearing silk, emerald pants. I blush lightly as I realize that we are matching and his pants hung a little loose on his hips. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me, still a little unsure.
"How'd you get dressed without having any PJ's down here?" I question as he pulls the blankets back and slides in next to me.
"Magic." Loki chuckles softly, and I pull myself in next to him. My head rests on his chest and my left arm drapes over his chest and my left arm drapes over his stomach.
"Thank you, Loki." I whisper and shut the lights off after allowing myself to create a small but if telekinesis.
"Anytime." He whispers. Loki starts to him to a song I'm not familiar with; my body relaxing completely before I slip into sleep.
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Eric was standing right there. Or, he was when my eyes were closed.
When I open them, the trees were beaten and dead as the winter bore on.
The slight squeaking of a wheelchair approaches from behind me. Xavier probably has a new mission.
"Nikole. You haven't been the same since we lost Eric two months ago. We're worried about your health, so I took the liberty of calling Nick Fury. He currently had a place being prepared for your arrival. You can't mourn Eric forever. Maybe the Avengers can help you in a way I never could." I never turned around, never responded to Xavier, just accepted the fact that my family didn't need me anymore. Didn't want me.
I'm officially being pushed out of the Mansion.
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I wake up shaking softly and on the verge of hyperventilating. I had rolled over at some point in my sleep, and Loki must have followed as a constant warmth radiates on my back and around my waist. He snores softly into my ear and his right leg is pulled over my two. My breathing stays rapid and I find his hand on my stomach. I trace the words I love you over and over, in attempt to help myself without waking Loki.
After a few minutes, my breathing slows and the writing continues. I stop suddenly, realizing Loki's snores had stopped, but our position hasn't changed. I feel his chest rising and falling at a steady awake pace.
"How long have you been awake?" I whisper.
"Enough to feel you trace the same thing twice. How about yourself?" He asks gently and pushes his nose into my now dry hair, breathing in the tropical fruit scent.
"A few minutes. Just had a small relapse back to my last week at Xavier's, feeling as useless as shit." I suddenly want to pull my words back.
"Why was that?" I shake my head.
"Nikole, you can trust me." I smile softly, remembering what he is the god of.
"Me? I can trust the God of lies and mischief." I speak a little lighthearted. Loki pulls his head back from my hair. From Nick offense or not, I couldn't tell.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I trust you with my life. I felt useless because I lost my partner to death and mourned for two months." I speak quickly and sigh at the end. Loki stiffen next to me, and despite wanting to stay in our comfortable position, I roll over to face him. He looks at me, shock filling his gaze.
"What? You've seen death before." I watch him.
"But I've never had anyone, other than my brother, say that they trust me." I smile at him.
"Well, why wouldn't I? I'm with you everyday." A burst of courage shoots through me, and I gently cup his cheek. Look I tenses, making me think about my action, before leaning into the touch and closing his eyes. His breathing slows a bit and a smile forms on his lips.
"Why wouldn't you?" He whispers my words. I chuckle softly. Loki opens his eyes and looks into my green hazel. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he lifts his hand and returns my gesture.
"Thank you, Nikole." He smiles at me.
"For what? I didn't do anything." I watch his brain process the question, many answers clearly conflicting within him the longer the silence stretches out. After many seconds, Loki speaks.
"For trusting me." I smile again and return my hand to myself.
"Anytime, for my best friend." My eyelids get heavy again, and Loki kisses my forehead.
"Go to sleep, Nikole. You've got a big day ahead of you." I nod slowly as he starts to him the song from before. My eyes close, and I fall asleep again.
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Eric grabbed my hand.
"Nikole. Stay. Here. I can't worry about you during this job." He spoke firmly.
"Eric-"
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
I woke quickly, suddenly feeling cold. I roll over and don't see Loki.
"Loki?" My voice echoes around my room. I shake my head to clear it if the sleeper's fog; once it clears a bit more, I hear a low baritone voice singing softly and my shower running. His voice is beautiful, hitting each note smoothly.
"What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out." I smile softly at his song choice. All of Me, John Legend.
"Got my head spinning, no kidding. I can't pin you down. What's going on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride." I keep smiling before I catch the green glow of my alarm clock. 6:46. Loki still singing in the background.
"And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright. My head's underwater, but I'm breathing fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind." I shift in the bed a little and pull the blanket off of me.
"Cause all of me loves all of you. Loves your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections." A wave of curiosity rolls through me as his voice changes a bit in pitch, as though he's thinking of something, making it genuine. I told my head to the side as Loki finishes the song.
Once it's done, I hear the shower turn off. I sit on my bed to wait for him like he did the previous night.
Loki comes out a few minutes later to see me sitting cross-legged on my bed. I smile at him, the towel hugging tightly against his hips. My gaze adverts quickly as soon as I realize that I am staring.
"Sorry." My cheeks color lightly.
"Its alright, kitten. Like what you saw?" Loki asks and walks across the room to sit next to me. I nod slowly, slightly confused about the nickname.
"I love your singing voice, Loki." I look back into his startling green eyes. He smiles softly.
"So, why are you awake so early?" I ask him gently.
" I couldn't sleep. " His face creeps closer to mine.
"Do you need to freshen up before Steve comes and gets you?" He comes closer and his right hand slides over my right. Is he...? His gaze flickers down a little, causing me to pick them bite my lips. Loki bites his gently and makes a soft humming noise before looking back into my eyes.
"No. I'll freshen after it..." I whisper softly. A slow smile crosses his lips and he brings his left hand to the back of my neck. My heart rate rises as his gaze flickers down again. Loki leans in again and presses his thin and cool lips against mine. He closes his eyes and I follow shortly after.
Loki moves his lips against my pair, kissing me multiple times. I respond and kiss him, moving my lips on sync with his. My right hand finds its way into his wet raven hair. My left stays under his. Loki's grip on my neck tightens a little. His lips vanish as he pulls back to breathe, his eyes still closed. I breathe slightly heavily through my lips, the sensation of his lips against mine staying with me like a ghost. I watch as his eyes slowly flutter open.
A smile crawls onto Loki's face.
"Meet me tonight for the sunset?" He asks slowly, and a little breathless, as though staying in the moment. I nod.
"This won't change our friendship, will it?" Loki whispers.
"Only if you want it to." I release his hair and cup his cheek. He seemed to like the answer as he smiles before leaning against my hand. I smile back before it fades once I think on the upcoming mission.
"Nikole? What's wrong?" He traces my jaw, pausing at my lips.
" I'm just nervous for the mission. " My gaze flickers to Loki's lips before returning to his eyes. His thumb runs along my bottom lip, barely touching the skin. I close my eyes as an involuntary shiver runs through me.
"What can I do to help rid you of them?" Loki's voice becomes gentle and soft; I open my eyes again to see him staring at my lips.
"Come with me on the mission." I smile softly knowing Steve would never allow it.
"I can't do that, kitten." I blush lightly at the nickname.
"Meet me when I get back?" Loki leans in again.
" That I can do. " I lean forward and connect my lips to his. Loki responds quickly, placing both of his hands on the side I my neck to pull me closer. Both sets of our eyes close simultaneously. His lips occasionally part against mine as he kisses me more and a touch deeper than the first one. Loki pulls back, both of us panting lightly as we look at each other.
"I hope this changes our friendship." He whispers and rubs the side of my neck.
"Me too, Loki." I gently pull his left hand off my neck so I can hold it again. Loki smiles at my response and laces his fingers in mine.
I look at the clock; it now reading 7:03. Loki looks with me.
"Nikole, you need to dress. Steve will be on his way in a few minutes or so." Loki turns my head back to him. I nod slowly.
"You should as well." My eyes trace his torso to the towel tightly hugging his waist; Loki mimicking the action over me. I stand slowly once we make eye contact, our hands still twine together. My mouth cracks into a grin, and I grab my clothes to change in my bathroom.
After a few minutes, I walk out of the bathroom wearing my black skin tight outfit for missions. I don't notice Steve as I walk towards my nightstand to grab my emerald gloves Tony bought me on my first day here. Loki clears his throat and I turn around to see Steve staring at me.
"Nikole. What the hell did I wall into? What am I seeing." I release a deep breath.
"Oh shit. It's not... We're not... I have nightmares, Steve. And I went to someone for help. Someone who wouldn't tell the whole team." I speak slowly.
"You could have always come to me." I walk towards him, my muscles moving clearly in my leather suit.
" I never felt like it. Steve, you're the Captain, the leader of this team. But Loki... He's... He's different. He made it a point in my first day to become my friend. And we have been everyday since. Bucky and Natasha trains me. They're a little close. Tony and Banner teach me a little, they're mainly in their work. Tony listens when he's around. All you do is yell and lecture me. " I stare at Steve as he processes the information, clearly having some difficulties.
"We're leaving in ten." He whispers and leaves my room.
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