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Chapter Two: ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴇ | 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

── .✦ Avengers x Reader (Platonic), Peter Parker x Reader (soon)

── .✦ Reader pronouns: They/them [GN! Reader]

── .✦ Chapter Summary: Peter Parker receives an e-mail saying that he got accepted into an internship for the Tony Stark scholarship program. The only thing is that he doesn’t remember applying for it in the first place.

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“I am regretting my life choices,” Peter exclaims dramatically, his eyes glued to his phone.

He just came out of his Biology class with Ned and heard his phone ding with a notification. It was their last class, meaning the school day had finally ended. Needless to say, they were both tired, especially after Peter arrived late to their P.E. class, earning three rounds of jogging around the gym as punishment.

Ned watches his best friend go through all the different forms of emotions: “Dude, your phone is going to melt if you keep staring at it like that.”

Inside Peter’s small phone screen is an open e-mail, which was sent by [email protected]

SUBJECT: YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AT STARK INDUSTRIES INTERNSHIP PROGRAM

“Open it! I wanna see what it says.” Ned urges him. “Why didn’t you tell me you applied for the Stark Internship Program?”

Peter just stared at Ned as if the answer was obvious, pausing for a while before replying, “That’s because I didn’t apply, Ned.”

Peter doesn’t recall going through the Stark Industries website and applying for an internship. He didn’t even know there was one. They both stop in their tracks; their heads are already forming ideas filled with listless possibilities and what-ifs.

“Oh my God, Peter. What if they know you are Spider-Man– what if you’re going to be recruited to be an Avenger– what if it IS illegal to be Spider-Man and–”

“Ned– Ned! Please stop talking.”

Peter finally clicks the email to see the full content. “You know what, let me read it instead,” Ned volunteers as he takes Peter’s phone from him.

He clears his throat to do his best professional voice that he can do, “Congratulations, Mr. Peter Benjamin Parker! After a thorough assessment of your application, you have been accepted to work for Mr. Tony Stark at the Stark Industries Internship Program. The program starts on Monday, October 23, 2017. We hope to see you.”

“--It starts next week already?!” Ned freaks out as he hands the phone back to Peter. “Dude, this is so crazy.”

Peter continues to stare at his phone, rereading it over and over as if it would change what was written in the e-mail.

“Okay, but what if this is a scam e-mail?” He asks, second-guessing. There is no way that he’s this lucky. And no way on Earth that they would know that he even exists.

Ned pulls out his phone and searches for Stark Industries. He clicks the contact information. They both held the phones side by side to see if the e-mail contact information was right and not a scam.

Ned puts down his phone and thinks of another crazy theory, “Do you think this is related to the [Y/N] [L/N] dying months ago?” Peter looks at his best friend as if he is crazy, when in fact he might be going crazy with all these insane theories. “What?”

“Dude, how is it related to the youngest Avenger ever dying?” Peter asks, confused.

Ned shrugs, “There are infinite possibilities in the universe, man.”

“-Or, just maybe Stark Industries saw that news article about me winning our robotics competition in Tennessee.”

“I still can’t believe you won, though,” Ned said. They began to walk again after stopping in the hallways. School was over, and yet there were still many students around – either hanging out, preparing to go home, in detention, or going to club practice. “You were against that Keener guy, he had awesome high-tech equipment!” He exclaims. “But– anyway, just imagine it. I could list numerous theories.”

Peter knows he would go back to the [Y/N] [L/N] topic, “I don’t even wanna assume.”

“Well, whatever happens–I’m still gonna be your guy in the chair. I called dibs first.” Ned and Peter immediately do their friendship handshake before parting ways. Despite living in Queens, the two teenage boys lived on opposite sides of the area. “We still on for the Lego Death Star tomorrow?”

“Of course, don’t start it yet without me!” Peter waves goodbye before heading to the train station to ride home.

On the way home, he opens his playlist to play a random song. Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon begins to play as Peter plugs in his earphones. The train arrives, he steps in, and grabs onto a bar to steady himself once the train moves.

His thoughts wandered back to Ned mentioning [Y/N] [L/N]. His curiosity is suddenly making him want to know more about [Y/N] [L/N], even though it has been 6 months since the news of their death, it is still fresh.

Everywhere he goes, he sees their face. Peter opens up Google, typing in Avengers. The site features numerous pictures and images related to the Avengers. Official images, images from the news, images from someone taken from afar, like a paparazzi. He goes to the list of members and clicks on [Y/N] [L/N], seeing her photo.

He continues to scroll for a bit before seeing a news article, YOUNGEST AVENGER, 15-YEAR-OLD [Y/N] [L/N] FOUND DEAD IN A COLLAPSED BUILDING. He was about to click on the online article to read it, but his music suddenly glitched. Peter is forced to go back in the music app to continue playing the song, but it seems to be stuck at 3:46. He tries to click play again, but it won’t let him. Eventually, the app crashes completely.

Weird. Peter sighs quietly. He decided to restart his entire phone instead, thinking it was another laggy malfunction since his phone is like 6 years old. The trains came to a halt at his stop. He exited as he made his way home. With his phone still restarting, he looks around his environment to entertain himself.

Even after commuting home almost every day, he keeps learning new stuff around his environment. Like, when that lamppost on 22nd street hasn’t been on for the past few nights, or that a rat was living in the corner garbage can across Delmar's Deli & Grill. Or that sleek black limousine parked outside his apartment building.

Wait, what!?

Peter skidded to a halt, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Maybe it’s just there? He started to slowly walk to his apartment building, his eyes still not moving away from the sketchy limousine. He tried to look through the car, but the windows were too darkly tinted, and it was hard to see if someone was inside.

He hurried inside the building and took the elevator to the floor where he resided. He reached for his keys in his backpack and focused on his Spidey senses to see if there was danger around in the building. None so far. Good.

Peter inserts the keys and twists the doorknob, entering his apartment with Aunt May. He calls out to announce that he’s home. “Aunt May, I’m home!”

He reaches his living room and freezes to see Tony Stark sitting on his couch, talking casually to Aunt May. What the f–

“Peter! You’re home! Good, Mr. Stark over here was just telling me how talented you are, which I already knew because I know you are. Why didn’t you tell me you applied for the internship?” Aunt May remarks.

Peter could barely let out any words; his mind seemed to stop functioning properly at this moment, so he started to stutter, “I, uhm, I know you love surprises and I-I was gonna surprise you tonight–”

He’s geeking out internally. What do you mean Tony Stark is in his apartment, sitting on his couch, talking to his aunt about him?

“Uhm, hi! I’m..I’m–I’m Peter.” He says to Tony Stark, even though he probably knew that already.

“Tony,” Mr. Stark replies. “I was just telling your Aunt how insanely talented you are. I mean, you won that Robotics Competition in Tennessee last month over my guy? My assistant Happy showed me, and immediately I told him, I want that one.” He marveled at Peter. “Good thing you applied to my program. I’m sure you received the emails?”

Mr. Stark winked at him with both his left and right eyes. Why was he giving that a double wink?

Peter was debating whether to say that it was all a mistake. He never applied for any internship, let alone at Stark Industries. But he saw that hopeful and proud gleam in Aunt May’s eyes. He knows this is a great opportunity, too good–actually, way too good to be passed up.

“Y-Yeah. The– uhm, internship,” He nodded, confused. Should he act dumb and inquire? “What did I apply for exactly again?” Okay, maybe not that dumb.

Peter is still confused and speechless.

Mr. Stark added, “That’s why I’m here, Mr. Parker, to hash it all out.” He begins to stand up. “Can I have five minutes with you?” Aunt May was nodding and signalling Peter to usher Mr. Stark into his room. She had this look that says, Go for it!

“Uhh, sure. This way.” Peter says, leading Mr. Stark into his room. He caught Aunt May giving him a thumbs up before entering his room to “hash” out the internship details. Peter went in first, then Mr. Stark.

Peter feels like a little kid all over again. Like the ones who just met their hero, but Tony Stark is his superhero. He feels unprepared for this. What were they going to talk about? What should he say? A heartfelt gratitude for picking him for an internship he didn’t even apply for? Everything feels so surreal. Was he dreaming? Is he that stressed in school to hallucinate Tony Stark casually entering his room?

Mr. Stark closes the door, taking a look around his room. Was he analyzing his room or judging it? Peter couldn’t tell. He walks towards Peter’s desk table, amused to see some tech that was used during the 2000s. “Wow, what do we have here? Lots of retro tech. Thrift store?”

Peter couldn’t believe he had to say this to Mr. Stark, “Uhh…the garbage actually…”

“Ah. So, you’re a dumpster diver.”

“No–Yeah–well..” Come on, Peter, don’t embarrass yourself. Change the topic. “Anyway, uhm….” Should I tell him that I didn’t apply? Yeah, that could work. “Look, Mr. Stark– I definitely did not apply for your internship–”

Mr. Stark holds up his finger, cutting him off. “Nuh uh. Me first. I know who you are.”

Why does that sound so threatening?

“Uhm, what?” Peter says, laughing slightly in nervousness. Maybe Ned was right. Maybe they did find out that he is indeed Spider-Man. “What are you–what are you talking about?”

It’s so nice to formally meet you, Mr. Stark. This isn’t definitely making my brain so haywire. I am totally not panicking and sweating right now. I’m fine.

Mr. Stark pulls out his phone, a holographic video of him–Spider-Man–swinging away after beating up a thief. “How did you do those? Do they come out of you or do you make them?” Mr. Stark asks, talking about the webs.

Peter could feel his Spidey senses spiking up, getting busted as Spider-Man is almost the same feeling of danger. Mr. Stark sets down his phone on his table, the holographic video paused. Peter quickly moves toward it to inspect. So cool…

“Well, that’s on… on… YouTube right? Gotta be fake. CGI.” Peter tries to reason out, his eyes fixated on the screen. He didn’t notice Mr. Stark look up to his ceiling, where he keeps his Spidey suit in the overhead storage.

“What do we have here?” Mr. Stark pokes it with a stick he found nearby. Peter’s Spidey suit comes falling, attached to a string.

His senses felt it and bolted for it as he scrambled to hide the suit inside his closet. He leaned his arm against the closet, pretending to be cool and nonchalant.

Mr. Stark’s mouth twitched slightly, his eyebrows raised upwards at the sudden action, “So, you’re the Spider-boy–Spiderling.”

“It’s Spider-Man.”

“In that onesie? No, you’re not.” He clocked Peter.

But, it’s not a onesie…

“Does anyone else know?” Mr. Stark asked as he went over to the closet to grab the onesie suit that Peter had thrown in. Peter stared at him like a deer in headlights. Though he could feel his cheeks reddening once Mr. Stark was inspecting his Spidey suit.

“No one.”

Mr. Stark sighs and sits on his bed, hands still clutching the suit. “I’m gonna be real with you, but you gotta be real with me first too, kid. Why are you standing like that? I’m not gonna bite.” He motions over to the space beside him. Peter awkwardly scrambles to sit beside him.

Peter avoided his eyes, his heart rate increasing every second that he breathed the same air as Tony Stark. Is he busted? He couldn’t think of any other possible things that Mr. Stark might say in the next couple of minutes.

“Why do you do this?” The question caught Peter off guard.

Yeah, why does he exactly do this as Spider-Man?

Peter didn’t reply at first, his mind looking for the right words. It seemed silly to say his reasons, though he doesn’t exactly know what they were. All his thoughts could bring up was his Uncle Ben—the real reason for his decision to become Spider-Man in the first place.

But, how could he talk about Uncle Ben in front of Tony Stark when he could barely even mention the name to anyone, even Aunt May?

He could feel his throat tighten at the mere thought of talking about his Uncle Ben. Peter clears his throat, “Well, uhm, someone once told me that ‘With great power, comes with great responsibility’, and ever since I got bitten, I realized that I could use my powers to help people in need. It’s the right thing to do. I wanted to use my powers for good.”

Mr. Stark stares at him, deep in his thoughts. His eyes softening slightly before snapping back to reality, “Good job. You passed the test.”

Peter thought he was going to have a memorable, rare, and raw sentimental moment with Mr. Stark, but things aren’t going that way right now. “That was a test?”

“Yeah, and you passed it,” Mr. Stark pats his back, grinning. “So, how would you like to become an Avenger and live in the Tower?”

HOLY SHIT!

WHAT? WHAT. WHAT! WHAT?!

I’M GONNA BE AN AVENGER. No– I AM AN AVENGER NOW.

“Well, the internship is just a front,” Mr. Stark continues. Peter’s eyes were widening in shock and excitement. “Let me set some terms and conditions first. I know this is an opportunity you’re not going to pass up.”

He has a long list of things he wanted to ask Mr. Stark, but his mouth betrayed him. “You’re not going to tell Aunt May that I’m Spider-Man?”

Mr. Stark holds up his finger, shushing him. “The adult is talking. But, no–I’m not snitching on your Aunt. Secondly, every expense is paid for–and I mean, by me. Live in the Tower, let’s say, for a whole school year. I’m bribing people to make it look like you’re a live-in intern for my program. I think it’ll look good on your resume, don’t you think? Besides, we have an open position anyway. And you–” He waves the onesie. “–Are in dire need of an upgrade, Spider-Boy. What do ya say?”

Peter smiled and let out a shocked gasp, making sure he wasn’t squealing. “Yes! I mean–yes. Thank you so much, Mr. Stark! Yes, I accept–approve. I–yes.”

“Don’t make this sound like I just kneeled and asked for your hand in marriage. But, great answer.”

This is the best day of his entire life. He’s an Avenger now. Peter Benjamin Parker, an Avenger. He could be the youngest Avenger ever! Well, second to [Y/N] [L/N]. Speaking of [Y/N]... since they’re technically…gone, does this mean he’s a replacement for the young Avenger?

Mr. Stark was looking at Peter, and for a second, his eyes wandered to the poster behind Peter. It was a poster of the Avengers, including [Y/N]. Peter followed his gaze.

Oh.

He could feel himself dissociating as well. Should I ask about [Y/N]?

“So, who’s your favorite Avenger?” He heard Mr. Stark ask him a question, so he snapped back to reality again.

“Uhm,” Peter hesitated. “You.”

Mr. Stark pulled his gaze away from the poster and stared at Peter again, his eyebrows raised. He didn’t believe Peter. “Don’t lie, Parker. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Fine,” Peter looked down at his hands, fidgeting. “It’s [Y/N]...”

In the corner of his peripheral vision, he could see Mr. Stark, who nodded his head. Peter looks up again to see him standing up from the bed. So, he stands up as well.

“They’d be thrilled to have you on the team, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Mr. Stark smiles at him and pats his shoulder. “Welcome to the Avengers, kid.”

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etheriaaly · 22 days ago

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Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

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etheriaaly · 1 month ago

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My favourite little x men thing is when someone is like "Give up, Magneto! You stand no chance against this plastic weapon/gun/suit I have built!"

And Magneto is like "I see. Whatever will I do."

and throws the surrounding infrastructure at them.

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etheriaaly · 1 month ago

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rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk

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etheriaaly · 1 month ago

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'' SEE YOU IN COURT ,,

|| pairing : new avengers!james "bucky" barnes x avengers!reader

|| warning : angst , sorry, chat </3 , reader is on sam's side

|| wc : 0.6k (super short again, sorry chat </3

"[Name]." His voice cut through in the silence, there had just been another court proceeding about the whole copyright name thing. You'd been apart of the Avengers ever since the attack on New York. After seeing the headlines of James' "New Avengers" it broke you. Pushing all the previous feelings you had for the super soldier in favor of siding with Sam. "[Name], please."

"Leave me alone, James." You stood there motionless. You tried to leave through the back of the courthouse to avoid him.. Too bad he was a super soldier, able to see and hear almost everything. "I can't speak with you."

"Then look at me." He took hold of your hand with his flesh one. "Touch me, yell at me, I'll stay quiet- just please."

You tilted your head to look at him.. Despite all this, he still looked beautiful. His hair was fluffier, his stubble was more grown.. And his eyes were still that beautiful blue you fell for everyday.

"Please.."

With tensed shoulders you faced him, pulling your hand from his. "You.. Chose your side, James. I'm choosing mine."

"Please, [Name].. They're my friends, my family."

"So were we, James."

Bucky froze and kept his eyes locked on yours. There was no hatred, no anger, no grudges between you both. Only unspoken words and past regrets you never got to regret.

"James.. Just.." You took a step forward, taking his hand in yours. "Give this up.. Please. Come back." Giving up on acting stoic, you let vulnerability drip from your voice. "Join Sam's Avengers team, I-.. Why do you have to work with- with Val?"

He couldn't tell you. No, for all he knew, there were listening ears around. And he knew if you knew why he was working with her was to keep her in check, Bucky knew you'd try to fight it head on. Like how Sam fought Ross.

"I.. Can't."

Your eyes searched his as you took a moment to take a breath. "Sam won't let this go.. Not until you do. And I'm standing by his side, James."

With shaky hands you pulled your hands away from his, your expression hardened as you tilted your head up to him. ".. I'll see you in court, James."

"Bucky!" John's voice cut through the quietness of your conversations as him, and the 'New Avengers' approached you both. ".. Hey, [Name]."

You glared at John and the rest of the new team. You fought with Sam against the Flag Smashers then eventually John. You were close to Clint, and knowing that Yelena had tried to kill him.. It wasn't something you could really accept easily. Even if he did. Knowing that Alexei was the reason for Natasha and Yelena's past in the Red Room.. It churned your stomach. And Ava, knowing she had caused suffering with Scott made your anxiety spike.

"Hello."

"If you'll excuse us, [Name], we'll just be taking Bucky back, thanks." Yelena glared at you as she dragged Bucky by the back of his suit. But he didn't budge. His eyes locked on yours.

"[Name]!"

This time, it was Joaquin's voice that caught everyones attention. There, approaching you quickly was the newfound Falcon, Sam, Isaiah Bradley, and a few new other faces apart of Sam's new Avengers team. Including Shang-chi, Shuri, and a new-old face, Thor, Kate Bishop and Scott.

"C'mon, [Name], let's go home.. Barnes."

"Wilson."

The two men stared at each other for a moment and all you could think of was.. How did it get to this? Just a little over a year ago, you three had been fighting. Thick as thieves. Now?.. It was all different.

"C'mon, let's go." Sam took your arm and dragged you away as the 'New Avengers' dragged the old super soldier away.

"See you in court, Barnes."

".. See you in court, doll."

|| i had to get my nerves out before my shift started and wrote all this, this is me post-shift js posting it (im so tired)

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etheriaaly · 1 month ago

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Hi! Can you please write headcanons for Erik, Charles, Logan, Hank, Peter, and Kurt crushing on reader who has powers like Bella from twilight and Aizawa from my hero academia anime? And also how they will react when they get jealous after seeing her getting close with some other guy.

If you don't know them, then their powers are these: Aizawa has a power that allows him to nullify/disable his opponents' powers by simply looking at them. And Bella has the ability to create a shield around her or others from her mind that protects her from mind reading, attacks etc. Thanks ❤️

Hi anon 👋! Of course, I can! Also, I am so, so, so, so, SO SORRY for not answering this ask for such a long time 😭😭😭 I've had it finished for a while but I just didn't have time to write it down digitally. Also, some of the ages differ because of the timelines– but I hope it's understandable between each of the headcanons!

Okay, so Charles. He tends to keep his thoughts and behaviour quite aligned, but miserably fails

At first, he was pretty in denial about thinking he had a crush on you. But when Hank mentioned it, Charles knew he had caught feelings.

It made him kind of nervous, not being able to read your thoughts at all and not knowing how you thought of him unless you let him into your head by disengaging your shield. Other than that, he was pretty much left in the dark.

So, he'd spend more time with you, trying to get to know you better as a person, and note down your interests, along with your dislikes.

He makes time for you, even if he's got a busy schedule. Will make you tea and play a round of chess or checkers with you.

Charles seems more flustered more easily when you're around. His heart practically melts, and he loses all of the air in his lungs when you smile. (He doesn't show it on the outside, though)

He gets teased by Erik and Logan a lot.

"It's kinda obvious, professor." "Yeah, I'm shocked they hadn't picked up on it yet. You follow them around like a lost puppy, Charles." "I do not! Stop this nonsense. It is merely a crush." "Uh huh.. keep tellin' ya self that, bub."

When he finally decided to confess his feelings, it was late and everybody was already in their quarters. Charles called you to his office, suggesting a chess match.

"Isn't it a bit late for a game, Professor?" "Please, call me Charles. And it's never too late for a round or two. How about we make a small bet? You win one round and I'll let you go back to your room.. but if I win..." "But if you win?" "You'll let me take you out for dinner."

You bit your lip, thinking about it for a quick second before agreeing. You had nothing to lose and dinner with Charles did seem delightful.

On the outside, Charles was calm and seemed to have everything under control, but on the inside, he was a train wreck. He couldn't hear your thoughts, so he didn't really know what you were thinking. On the other hand, you agreed on the wager. He just hoped he'd win like every other game you played with him.

But to his dismay, Charles somehow lost, clearly having been occupied with his thoughts rather than the game. You had won fair and square, so he smiled softly and let you leave.

Before you left, though, you smiled at him and spoke, "I know I won, but dinner sounds great Prof– I mean– Charles."

That left him speechless, but at the same time, he was ecstatic about you wanting to go out with him.

Would deny it. Just outright say no and that's the end of it.

In truth, he just doesn't trust himself with his feelings and he's scared that he might hurt you.

Obviously, he just pines for you, watching as you talk to other men without doing anything about it.

However, he does mutter under his breath, and Charles shakes his head whilst watching his friend.

But when he does end up being around you, he tries his best to be polite and distant which leads you to think that Erik dislikes you.

And so you end up trying to win him over and try to befriend him which was exactly the exact opposite of what he wanted.

He ends up getting closer to you anyway. Erik learned about your hobbies, what made you tick and your views on the world.

You seemed to keep him more grounded than anyone else could. Erik liked your company more and more every day. You were like a magnet that pulled him towards you. (No pun intended)

Erik, being Erik, knew that all of this was a means to an end and tried his best to distance himself away from you once again.

That hurt you more than you'd like to admit, especially when you overheard his conversation with Charles about specifically not pairing you up with him.

"Charles, it doesn't matter. I.. I just want you to understand my wishes on this matter. I don't want them near me, alright?"

As much as those words hurt, it made you even more determined to get him to like you again.

And boy did it mess with his brain. Erik knew better. He knew he should stay away from you, but goddammit if his feelings weren't stronger than his logical thinking.

So, he did the second best thing– talk to Xavier about it. If he couldn't trust himself to deal with this, he'll just talk his friend's ear out.

To his annoyance, Charles had decided to be that "bitch" and advised Erik to just confess. He knew it would help and it would either go right or terribly wrong.

He feared that the prior might happen, and what if it did go right and you accepted his feelings? What then?

Deciding to sleep on it, he would think of a solution to his "predicament". He always did.

So like any man would do, he buried those feelings by making you hate him.

It sure as hell pissed Charles off when he found out that Erik hurt you this way, but it only made you confused and angry for answers, leading to a heated argument between you and the stubborn, metal-controlling mutant.

"Why do you want me to hate you so badly?" "Because I want you to stay away from me–" "Then tell me why you want me to–" "Because I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do about it, alright?! There, I said it!"

His outburst left you speechless, looking at him with wide eyes. It seemed like the whole world stopped spinning for a moment before you impulsively pulled him towards you and kissed him like it was the last thing you were gonna do.

Erik's body froze for a solid minute, but he let all his defenses down for once and kissed you back with the same amount of passion.

Grump, will not admit he has a crush on you.

He respects you and shows it well, giving you a knowing nod.

When someone asks if you're single though, he'll growl and glare from behind you, scaring off the potential suitor.

That's when you started wondering why every guy in your vicinity avoided you like the plague.

You weren't oblivious or stupid, knowing the reason was the grumpy honey badger following you around the school.

So, you decided to confront Logan, asking him why he stuck close to you so often.

"No reason, bub." "Uh-huh.."

That was the only thing you got out of him. Logan was a stubborn prick when it came to feelings and knew that well.

In the course of the next few weeks, Logan kept following you around, being your partner on missions or during student training, making you really wonder why he was doing this.

When you decided to consult Charles about it, he shrugged, smiling at you aa he just said something about a bond tying you to Logan.

On Logan's side though, he was frustrated at this gnawing feeling in his chest, not knowing why he couldn’t stop following you around or glaring at the people who tried to make a move on you.

Hank called him territorial which made Logan scoff and shake his head, dismissing the idea.

You were just more tolerable than the rest of the other people around.

"Logan, you've got a crush on them." "I do not, Scott." "You're in denial, aren't you?" "Fuck off and shut your pretty boy mouth before I claw your car."

That's when Logan finally gave up, grumbling and brooding for the rest of the day, thinking hard about his feelings towards you.

He faced his feelings and got to terms with it about four days later when he saw you talking and laughing with some other guy, jealousy taking over him and walked towards you and before you knew it, you were being carried over Logan's shoulder.

You were taken by surprise, scoffing and hitting Logan's back, demanding he put you down.

"No." "No? Logan, put me down. Now." "No, bub."

He only put you down once you stopped hitting him and the two of you were in a more private area.

"Why the hell did you do that?" "..." "Logan." "..." "Lo, you don't get to do that–" "Listen." "You weren't saying anything–" "Here." "What?"

He pulled you closer, pressing the side your head to his chest, feeling and hearing how fast his heart was beating.

"This. This is what you do to me. I can't explain it and it's been pissing me off– but seeing you laughing because of some other prick doesn't sit right with me." "Are.. arèyou saying that–" "Yes." "I didn't even–" "Bub. I'm not good at expressing my feelings but I'm sure that I feel something for you. And it's more than just a silly crush."

Oh boy, Hank is just full-out shy and gets flustered when he realizes he had feelings for you.

Tumbles upon his words, face is tomato red, and he RAMBLES.

Would randomly ask you about the things you like out of nowhere.

Lets you hang around the lab area with him while he works.

Would know your favourite drink/snack and give it to you when you're on break.

You'd find flowers made from paper on your desk with a small letter with Hank's recognizable handwriting on it.

He's pretty obvious about his feelings and he wouldn't even try to lie to you if you asked him about it.

Always excited to see you, and smiles when you wave at him or hug him as a greeting.

When he confessed, it was all accidental.

He was exhausted after a mission and was still in his beast form, hanging around with you in your room.

You were reading a book whilst petting Hank's fur and he muttered a soft 'I'm in love with you'.

"Wh–what? Could you repeat that, Hank?" "Mm..? I said I'm in lov–oh.."

He sits up, scratching his cheek awkwardly before you turn him into his human form by disabling his powers and press a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him buffering for a minute.

Awkward smiles and cheesy pickup lines.

Kurt wouldn't be the type to be hella obvious but there would be signs.

He would be the type to bring you coffee when you're studying late at night.

Bro is pretty much whipped for you. A simp, if I may call him that.

Smitten when you talk to him, can't focus on shit, just looks at you [insert that LEGO movie audio.]

The type to bring you flowers he picked himself.

Kurt's a lovely and kind guy to be around, and you definitely take note of his gestures.

Knows how to comfort you when you're upset. Kurt brings some ice cream and your comfort movie to watch while sitting close to each other under a fluffy blanket.

Kurt ends up falling for you even more when you saved his ass during a mission by emitting your shield towards him and giving him the ability to win against his opponent.

The way he confessed was pretty cheesy yet cute. He texted you to put on something nice yet comfortable, and that he'll be in your room once you're ready.

Once you texted him, he teleported into your room and took your hand before teleporting the both of you to the garden, asking if you'd want to take a walk with him.

You agreed, walking around the garden for about an hour before leading you to a candle lit table with some of your favourite snacks and some juice.

The both of you talked all night, and at the end of it, Kurt teleported the two of you to the roof to watch the sunrise. The sight of it took your breath away.

"Did– did you plan all of this for me?" "Ja, meine Süsse (my sweet).. I planned all of this to, uhm, er.. well– I like you."

It took you a moment to reply but you decided to peck his cheek as an answer to his confession.

Absolute flirt. Isn't scared of showing he's interested in you.

Gets humbled greatly during training when he sparred with you. It only took you one look at him to disable his powers and easily take him down.

But that's what Peter liked about you though. You were like a challenge to him and the chase seemed to give him the high he needed. You were different. A harder puzzle to piece together, and the prize he deemed to be worth than anything. Your heart.

And so started "the never-ending chase" as Scott and Kurt named it. Peter knew he could win you over if he tried hard enough, but if you asked him to stop, he would.

That's when he realized that this feeling in his chest that he was nurturing inside his speedy heart was more than just a mere silly crush.

His feelings for you grew stronger every day. When he spends his time with you, listening to you talk or making you laugh. It made his heart flutter in a way it never did before.

Peter loves it when you give him something to do, giving him a task like picking up a certain thing you urgently need or just overall doing things for you.

When he realises he has a crush on you, he's practically restless, kind of overthinking before slapping himself mentally.

He confesses so stupidly. It was unplanned since he saw you looking at him flirting with another girl which led to a misunderstanding between you.

"Wait– let me explain myself, will ya?" "There's nothing to explain, Peter." "There is–" "We're not a thing, so.." "Do you want us to be a thing then?" "What." "What."

What he said made you stop walking, looking at him with both intrigue and confusion.

"Do you want us to be a thing..?" "..." "Hey, come on, tell me– mnf-!"

You pulled him by the collar and kissed him, making Peter's brain short-circuit.