#avengers series

[kaz11283]

Of Fire and Ice : Intro

After getting into too much trouble at home your parents decide that the best thing is for you to spend some time with your uncle helping the Avengers. What your parents don't understand is that it's not your fault that when you get upset things tend to catch in fire.

Announcement: I have been wanting to try to do a Loki series for a little bit but I faded out, this is the intro to it, building up, seeing what type of response that I might get, and seeing how everyone feels.

Pairing: loki x reader (eventually) Uncle Tony X reader(platonic, Zio) Aunt Pepper x reader (platonic, Zia) Avenger x reader (platonic)

"So, kid, last chance before your parents have to send you off to some boot camp?" Tony asked sitting across from you in his state of the art kitchen. You had always loved being able to run away to your uncle's place but after he had helped create the Avengers and every other responsibility that came with that you hadn't seen him in a few years give or take.

"It's not like I can help what happens, I get pissed or stressed out and boom, fire everywhere. Of course you tell that to my overly conservative mom and dad and they think that I'm lying. I mean for God sakes, I'm 25 and they won't let me move out because I'm single and I'm still going to school." You sighed propping your head in your hand playing with the food that he had given you when you had arrived.

"Your mom didn't seem too happy about letting you come visit." He responded leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Because you 'live in sin'. Women in and out all the time, men and women living together, it's absolute blasphemy." You laughed. "It was Dad's idea to let me come here, he explained that even though you're a partier you still have your affaires in order and that Shield has you running a tight ship. You could only imagine how excited I was when she actually agreed."

"I haven't seen you since you were like 12, when they explained what was going on I couldn't let them send you off." He smiled.

"Yeah, well, I only have about 2 and a half months to get whatever is wrong with me in control before I go home." You sighed standing up and pushing your chair in. "I'm gonna go ahead and turn in since I have an early morning tomorrow."

"No you don't, I told your parents that I would have you working just so that they would actually send you here. Get some rest you spent your whole day today traveling, tomorrow sleep in a little and then I'm going to introduce you to the team." He stood up walking over to you and gently kissed you on the head. "Your room is on the top floor, last door on the left. You share the floor with the Asgurdians but they are hardly ever here so you have the whole floor to yourself." You smiled as you turned toward the elevator to head up to your room. "Oh, and Y/n, after you get up and move around a little just meet me in the lab and we'll go from there."

"Sounds good, 'night Zio." Yawning one last time before the elevator doors closed.

You hadn't realized until now how absolutely exhausted you were from traveling until now, when the elevator dropped you off at the top floor you shuffled to the room that would be yours for the time being and pushed the door open. As you walked in your jaw dropped, breath taking views of the city spread around you from two floor to ceiling glass walls in the living area that had a small kitchenette, small breakfast nook, and at the center a large sectional facing a huge TV. Your few bags that you had brought were sitting on the floor next to the couch. You walked further in noticing a small half bath and another door to your right, walking in you discovered that was the bed room with another floor to ceiling glass wall and a king size bed with what looked to be the most comfortable blankets known to man kind.

"He really goes all out." You mumbled to yourself walking into another larger bathroom that had a garden tube next to a walk in shower. You went back into the living room to gather your thing for the night deciding to unpack first thing in the morning and found a note on the glass table that was placed in front of the couch.

I know this is only temporary but I want you to make this feel like home, whatever you want to get for you or your room you are more than welcome to get, just let me know and I'll make that happen for you. PS: coffee is in the cabinet next to the refrigerator and I am hoping that I got your favorite creamer. Love always, your Zio.

Your heart swelled, your uncle, who you had not seen in years, had made you feel more at home and more comfortable than anyone had in your entire life. Your parents had always judged you on what decisions you made, tried to keep you under their ever watchful eye, and never believed anything you said because 'the Stark blood runs strong.' with you. No one has ever taken a moment to ever listen to what you wanted or what you felt, but being here made you feel heard already and you already dreaded going home in just a few short months.

After washing your face and changing into a sleep shirt you climbed into bed and passed out instantly.

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You’re Not My Spiderman - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (Part 5/?)

Summary: After a strange incident involving a light in an alley, you encounter Spiderman, only to realise… he’s not your Spiderman.

Warnings: mentions of trauma

Words: 1K

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You awoke to strong bands around your waist. You struggled against them as panic filled every pore of your body, until you realised that even though they were strong, they were much softer than the metal bands Hydra used to restrain you with. As your heartbeat slowed down, you realised that the bands were arms.

You felt Peter’s breath fan across the back of your neck as he exhaled in his sleep. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realised when you were unintentionally spooning with the cutest guy you’d ever met, but the embarrassment fizzled away quickly when you remembered the events that led up to it.

You could almost still feel the water around you, and it was enough to make your breathing start to get faster. Just as you thought that breathing would soon be impossible, Peter awoke, letting go of you and sitting up in bed, looking around frantically. You watched his actions in slight confusion, and after he determined there was no threat, he looked back at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, brushing some hair out of your face.

You ignored the feeling in your tummy at the action and nodded instead.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said, your previous panic dispersing in his presence. “Are you?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Peter said sheepishly. “I just – my spider-senses were going off and I thought that something was wrong.”

“Peter-tingle,” you corrected, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he said.

His eyes softened as he scanned your face, and you looked away awkwardly. You were still in your suit, and you felt embarrassed that you hadn’t changed out of it.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, causing you to look back at him. “I - I don’t know what you were going through last night, but if you ever need to talk about it or anything, I’m here for you.”

You smiled softly at him, and tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked them away quickly and shook your head slightly.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Something was compelling you to tell him. You didn’t normally tell many people about your past, seeing as it hurt too much, and you had severe PTSD about it. But you wanted to tell Peter – perhaps it was because it was Peter Parker, and you went to the Peter Parker from your world for almost everything. You felt some strange connection to this Peter – different to the one you had with your Peter, but just as strong, if not more so.

“I – I… when I was…”

You trailed off, trying to find the words to say. It felt like your body was physically stopping you from speaking. It felt like your vocal cords were cut from your brain, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times, no sound coming out.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Peter said. “But I am here if you ever need to.”

“I want to tell you,” you whispered. “I – it just might take me a while to – to get the words out.”

“That’s okay,” Peter murmured, nodding in understanding. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before pushing the words out.

“In my world, there’s this organisation called Hydra,” you said, the words tumbling out. “They – they’re an evil organisation whose ultimate goal is global domination, through terrorist attacks, assassinations… I’m sure you get the gist.”

Peter nodded and you took another deep breath before continuing.

“I – they kidnapped me when I was ten, and killed my parents. I – they locked me in a glass box that – that…”

It was getting difficult to breathe as you remembered what they’d done, as you relived the memories. Watching the water rise, banging on the glass, trying to use your powers to break free. The drowning, the breath-holding, and then the resuscitations. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Peter said, grabbing your hands in his. “You don’t have to go into detail. You don’t have to continue. You have no obligation to explain any of it to me if you can’t, or don’t want to.”

You sniffled and squeezed his hands lightly, You gave a watery hiccup, before continuing.

“Long story short, they – they drowned me. The glass box filled with water, and I – I can’t be in bodies of water anymore,” you whispered.

“I – I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Peter said. “I – that’s horrible, Y/n.”

He pulled you into a hug, and your arms wrapped around him automatically. You felt lighter getting it off your chest, but you also felt exhausted. You remembered your therapist telling you that talking about it could make you tired, but ultimately you’d feel a bit better. And you did honestly feel better. 

I can’t wait to tell Bucky about this, you thought.

You’d always told Bucky about what you were going through, because he was one of the few people who could relate to it. You always told him when you did something that would point you towards a better mental health, and being able to tell the new Peter about your problems was a definite step forward.

Well, you would tell Bucky if you ever saw him again. The possibility seemed so far out of reach. You had no idea how to even get back, or how to see him again. You hoped that Stephen would be able to get you back soon.

But when you’d go back home… you’d leave this Peter behind. And you really didn’t want to. Yes, you had your Peter, and he was amazing, but this Peter… you two had a connection. Or, at least you felt it. You weren’t quite sure about him yet, but with the way he was holding you, you were sure that he felt something similar.

Peter let go of you the second his bedroom door opened, and you both sprung off the bed and got into defensive positions. Peter relaxed when a blonde girl entered, but you were still wary.

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Peter said breathlessly. “This is my best friend, Gwen.”

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[waltermis]

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 🕸️

MAIN MASTERLIST

x Reader

~ONESHOTS~

Gone

Something goes wrong as Steve heads to return the stones.

Howard

You and Tony go back in time to 1970 to get the Tesseract, when you run into the man you haven’t seen since you were 5. Your father, Howard Stark. 

Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then (Part 2)

Arrowverse x MCU Crossover. Two years after you found out that Laurel was cheating on you, you run into her again. In front of your apartment door.

Trick Or Treat 🎃👻

You spend a meaningful day with your amazing girlfriend.

Scaredy Cat

Who knew carving a pumpkin could be so damn difficult?

Stay, Stay, Stay

You & Natasha share a comforting moment

~HEADCANNONS~

Imagine You Joining The Avengers And Natasha Having A Huge Crush On You

Basically the title 🤪

~DRABBLES~

A Little Rascal

This wasn’t how you pictured your phone call with Clint going but it was just as entertaining

Farewell, Nat

You read her Scott's new book

~SHORT SERIES~

To My Love And Her Forever Person ✓

After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person

~SERIES~

By Your Side • Natasha Romanoff x Reader (1)

[heliads]

I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter Ten: To Be Yourself Someday

HYDRA didn’t die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she’s captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly doesn’t involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.

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After that, it does not take long to pull yourself together and get back. You can’t say that you’re going home, not anymore. Every place that has ever been yours is gone now, lost through some twist of fate or through your own stubborn refusal to ever stick around in one location long enough to belong to it.

Who, after all, is to blame for this other than you? You made your choice. You were the one to cut your ties again and again. Now that you’re alone, you don’t know what to do with yourself. What do you do with the spy who’s double-crossed everyone who ever shook her hand? You watch as she tries to pick back up the pieces and retreat back into the shadows, and that is what you must do now.

You arrive back in Manhattan late the next day. Steve Rogers will already be at home in the Avengers Tower, likely engulfed in a crush of agents and coworkers all falling over themselves in relief that their golden boy has come back without them having to lift a finger to save him. You wonder if he looks for you in that crowd, if he’s looked for you even once since you left him back at that rest stop.

You don’t know how he’s doing. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want to publicize the fact that Captain America was stolen out of their own base, right under their noses, so none of the news sources have any idea of what happened. This is for the best, because you don’t particularly want other HYDRA affiliates to try their hand at kidnapping Steve, but it also means that you have no real idea if he got back or not.

Perhaps he’s out there still, relentlessly combing the area for you. That’s what part of you wants to believe, at any rate, that you would be so important to him that he would never dare to leave lest risk losing you again. The cold truth is that you’ve already lost him yourself by vanishing after you saved him.

It was for the best, and you know that. Still, repeating the facts a thousand times in your head doesn’t warm you to them, and you move through the day in a bleary sort of haze, wondering why you’re so stuck on a man that you’ll probably never see again. There is a reason, of course, but now that you’ll never cross paths with Steve it seems rather pointless to voice.

You stay in Manhattan. It’s a terrible plan, certainly; both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA have bases here, and they could find you with ease if they tried. They have tried, actually, but you’ve grown so accustomed to dodging security cameras that you can do it once more. A couple of HYDRA agents tried to tail you on your second day back, but you were able to lose them so quickly that they’ll wonder if you were ever there in the first place.

It’s best to live like this, in mystery. If you take out a single HYDRA agent, even just to knock them unconscious, they’ll know that you’re still here and double down on their attempts to get you back. At least now they’ll have to spend their days cloaked in uncertainty, just like you.

You get a small job in the city. It’s not like you have to, you’ve put aside most of your paycheck over the years in a separate account unknown by either of the two organizations, but it gives you something to do instead of restlessly checking the news for some sign of Steve.

You weren’t intending to get a job at first, but one day when you were out wandering the streets in search of some sign that you might be okay, you saw it. A small bookstore, one of a thousand shops on a commercial block. It had a faded awning striped blue and red. Inside, you could see the owner milling about in the back. A hand lettered sign on the door announced that they were looking to hire an additional hand to help out around the shop, and before you knew it, you were walking in and asking for the job.

It’s good, you think. You need something like this, a relentless monotony to distract you from feeling like a definitive part of you has been suddenly ripped out of your chest, leaving your ribs gaping open and bloody. At least now you can keep yourself busy.

The bookshop owner is an elderly woman, with soft curls of white hair that crown her head in pearlescent strands. She alternates between wearing clearly hand-knit sweaters and soft, floral long sleeved shirts, her pants always crisply ironed. Her palms are as wrinkled and folded as some of the secondhand books in the shop, but she still lays them calmly on your arm as she directs you to get something from a taller shelf.

After a while, you settle into a comfortable rhythm. You show up early in the morning, letting yourself in with the key carefully allotted to you. You clean up, straighten the various signs and posters, and restock shelves that have grown empty. Once the owner arrives and gives you the all clear, you open up the store, then retreat to the back, where you can haunt the recesses of the shop without being seen unless you wish it.

It’s a wonderful place, you can admit it. Books of all shapes and sizes practically paper the walls, some nestled inside cardboard strawberry flats spread across long tables, or jammed horizontally, vertically, and on occasion, diagonally, into wooden bookshelves along the walls that might have been here even before the owner opened the shop. 

It’s fairly quiet for most of the day, with the exception of afternoon rush and break times. Then, you allow yourself to be seen by those you determine are not agents, although shady characters rarely stop by. HYDRA is looking for you at shooting ranges or mercenary hunts. They’re hunting a killer, but you hung up that mantle when you saved Steve.

Still, it’s fun. You don’t entirely abandon the character of the agent, just choose to focus on specific qualities. You can still read people like the books you sell, and take great pride in formulating an exact idea of every shopper just before they ask you for a recommendation, and sometimes even earlier. That girl in the long coat is looking for a historical nonfiction, she just doesn’t know it yet. The man in the cap pulled down over his face really needs a sci-fi classic. All this and more, you can do it.

Yes, it is good. This is the peace you’ve sometimes dreamt of, when missions left your hands far bloodier than they were supposed to be. You’re no longer an agent, but this quiet afterlife still doesn’t feel right. It seems temporary, as if you’re waiting for the sign that you’re going to have to come out of hiding and return to the killer you were born to be. You just don’t know what you’re searching for yet, or how you’ll know when it comes to you.

Two weeks after you take up your job at the bookstore, you’ve done your best to accept that whatever happens to you will happen. You’ll handle a change of scene as you always do, on your feet, but that seems to be in the far off future. You may be staying in this state of limbo until the end of time, but that doesn’t mean that it will feel any more permanent.

You’re straightening a row of classic novels when the disturbance finally comes. Jane Eyre refuses to stay in her slot, and copies of 1984 are disappearing off the shelf every time you look away. Your fingers, which once fired a gun with deadly accuracy, fix the cover of The Scarlet Letter before it wrinkles.

A voice behind you makes you startle. “You know, I didn’t expect to see you here of all places.”

You have your back to the speaker, so he doesn’t see you close your eyes as if praying for strength. Steve Rogers is not supposed to find you here. You’d know his voice anymore, even the soft tread of his shoes against the creaking floorboards of the bookshop, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less sure that this encounter is anything more than pure hope.

“I work here,” you offer. The voice laughs.

“That doesn’t explain why an ex-spy chose a bookstore for her final resting place. I thought you would have been long gone by now.”

You know it’s Steve. At last, fearing a Eurydice-style disappearance, you turn carefully around, but no. It’s him, he’s here, and he is not leaving. In fact, he seems just as bright as ever. A shard of sunlight from the open window paints a direct path to his face, illuminating him by some sort of godly spotlight. 

He smiles, as if sensing your doubt. “I mean, you left, Y/N. Why are you still here?”

You sigh, quiet as a dove. “You weren’t supposed to look for me.”

Steve cocks his head to the side, surprised. “Why not?”

The question is simple, the answer less so. “I betrayed you by taking you to the HYDRA base. I paid off my debt by getting you out. That means our scales are balanced, and it means that you go back to your normal life and forget all about me. You have no reason to stay, and by default, neither do I.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “That explains why you left, but not why I’m here.”

You fold your arms across your chest, oddly defensive. “Always the interrogation, huh? If you’ve got your truth, say it. Otherwise, I will go back to my books, and that is a threat.”

Steve chuckles, then crosses the room to stand by your side. He leans against the table of books, facing down the rest of the store, then reaches for you, positioning you with your back against his chest so you can have the same view as him. When he speaks, you can feel the vibration of the words echoing through you. You only hope he can’t hear the urgent hammering of your heart calling to be let free.

“I see why you like it here. It’s simple. It makes sense. Do you know how many times I’ve considered running from the Avengers? They’d let me go if I asked, I think. Depends on when I asked it. But I always stay.”

Your voice is scarcely more than a whisper. “Why?”

All you can feel is him. All you can hear is his voice, right above you, billowing around you. “The same reason you haven’t left Manhattan. Some part of me would always resent myself for leaving if I thought there was still something I could do. You have a fantastic skillset, Y/N, something many people would kill for. Whether or not you actually want to use it to kill is up to you, but don’t waste it on dusty shops.”

You poke him in the arm. “Rude. I actually spend a good portion of my day making sure the shop isn’t dusty.”

Steve chuckles. “You’re going to have to find a new way of deflecting my questions, you know. I’m on to you.”

You grimace. “This is awful. If I can’t avoid your questions, what else can I do?”

Steve tilts his head down to look at you pointedly. “Answer them?”

You break away from him, spinning around so you can look him in the eyes. You’re not sure if this makes you any more able to get your thoughts in order, but at least you’re no longer distracted by the feeling of his arms on your sides, keeping you so close to him.

“Why are you so keen to offer me a job? You did it back at S.H.I.E.L.D., which obviously didn’t work out too well, and now you’re doing it again. What is it about me that makes you think I’m the kind of person you want around?”

Steve chuckles quietly. “You really don’t know?”

You spread your hands. “Obviously not. Care to enlighten me?”

He smiles. “I love you.”

It is said so simply that you almost don’t notice. The truth of it shocks you like an open nerve. It cannot be so. It cannot be that he can match your emotions so fully, that despite the fact that the two of you could not be more different, he can love you just as you love him: fully, completely, without a trace of hesitation. Surely, someone like him would not fall for a bloodstained martyr, yet here he is, completely gone for you.

Steve is still standing there as if he’s merely announced the weather or a change in parking arrangements, not a life changing revelation. You hardly know what to do with yourself, because acknowledging that Steve loves you despite all that you’ve done to him means that your foolish, broken heart still has a chance, and that chance is enough to destroy you.

You should shut this down, now. It’s what an agent would do. Love has no place in a game of life and death. Still, you haven’t been an agent in what feels like forever.

“Why?” You ask. You’re fairly sure that Steve already knows how you feel, or he wouldn’t be looking at you so proudly. He has always known how to read you, hasn’t he? Like no other.

He considers the question anyway. “A couple of reasons.”

You begin to listen in earnest. Surely, you’ll be able to find some fragment of fable in what he says. None of this would make sense without it being based in fiction.

“You’re the only one who’s ever tried to see me for me since the 40s.”

Truth.

“You’ve made me question more of myself than anyone.”

Truth.

“You are the only one who could make me want to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. behind for good.”

Half lie. More like three-quarters lie. 

You have no doubt that Steve questioned S.H.I.E.L.D. before meeting you, and he certainly doubted its efficacy while you were still in one of their holding cells, but something happened to make him change his mind. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve fully left HYDRA, indicating that there is no other option. You don’t think you mind the lie, though. If anything, it makes you like him more for trying to sort out his feelings regarding the two organizations. You know well enough how difficult it is.

“And I keep offering you a job because I keep hoping you’ll take it. At least that way, if you feel differently than me, I can still be selfish and have you in my life, because no matter how hard I try, I keep trying to find you.”

Truth.

You smile at last. “What, you think that I feel differently?”

The corners of his mouth twist up, pulled by invisible strings. “Do you?”

“Not in the slightest,” you say, and then you can’t say much else because he’s leaned forward and kissed you, and every other thought has been dashed completely from your mind. This is the sign you’ve been hoping for in the weeks since you left, the sign that you can come back home. This is your home, it’s him. Perhaps it always has been.

When you break away, Steve’s grinning like he’s won the lottery. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an eerily familiar small black box. You swear that you’ve seen this scene play out before, and it ended up with you receiving a knife disguised in a badge. 

“If you’re still willing to take me up on my offer, I figured I should at least tell you what you’re getting yourself into.” He says.

Curious, you open the lid, and have to fight back a surprised laugh. Nestled in the black walls is another badge, yes, but it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., nor HYDRA. This is a scarlet A, enclosed by a similarly colored circle.

You stare back at Steve. “You want me to join the Avengers? I don’t have powers, though. I’m not a supersoldier.”

He shrugs, still looking rather pleased with himself. “You don’t have to be. We need a team of our own agents, people we can trust. The Triskelion proved that. I don’t trust any one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s guys like you.”

You arch a brow. “Even though I killed you and tried to throw you back to HYDRA?”

Steve considers this. “Yeah, but you got me back both times. Besides, I think your guilt is beating you up on that more than I ever could.”

You lift a shoulder. “You’re not entirely wrong there.”

Steve holds out a hand. “So? What do you think?”

You smile, then take his hand. “I’m in.”

There’s a road opening up before you, a path you never thought you’d get the chance to take. You don’t have to be S.H.I.E.L.D., with their stifling regulations, nor HYDRA, with their duplicitous promises. At last, you have a way to work towards that dream you had when you first started as an agent, the one about making a world in which people could be better. On top of that, you won’t be alone. You have Steve, which is a blessing within itself. Nothing could make you happier.

You head for the door, Steve right beside you. The two of you have a lot of work to do.

a/n: and that's the end of the series, babes! honestly this might be one of my favorite fics i've written, thanks for reading. if you want the sole piece of inspo i had for all ten chapters and 30,329 words (yes i counted lol) of this bad boy, please listen to the song 'i wish you could be honest' by the neighbourhood. yes this was a songfic yes i am ashamed. love y'all lots

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[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 50: Revenge

Warnings: strong language, death

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

We'll sit

And talk the stars down from the sky

And I'll not forget the chaos in your eyes love

Alice was not sure about how to feel about the events that were coming – fighting a giant purple alien and his army. It was going to be a bloody battle and she was afraid that some of her friends would not make it. She tried to shake these thoughts off her mind as she geared up to go to battle – a tight black suit made of some very strong material (not vibranium, but close enough) with a tiny blue line across her chest and two down each leg. On the belt on her hips there were guns and her signature black knives. She put on the holster Shuri had made for her on her back, attaching a machine gun previously. Lastly, the boots – black combat boots that were just a few inches below her knees with blue shoelaces.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “Hey, you ready?”, she heard Bucky’s voice from the other side.

“Yeah, just a minute!” Alice yelled as she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the beautiful work Shuri and her team had made with her new suit. Taking one last look, she sighed and put two more knives inside her boots.

Bucky was patiently waiting outside for her. Once she opened the door, he took a good look at her, admiring her beauty and falling in love with her even harder.

“You look…” he stuttered, “pretty. You look very pretty.”

“Thanks, Buck.” She gave him a warm smile, followed by a slight pat on his left shoulder. “Are they already here?” Alice asked, referring to Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Rhodey. She couldn’t wait to hug her best friends again.

“Yeah, they’re right at the entrance. T’Challa and the Dora Milaje are welcoming them.” Bucky answered her, “We should go.”

The couple made their way down. Alice didn’t know what came over her, but when they were right at the main entrance, she grabbed Bucky’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. He looked at her with a surprised look on his face at first, but then smiled to himself. It felt nice holding her hand, it gave him strength.

“… the Border Tribe,” they started hearing T’Challa’s voice, “the Dora Milaje, and…” The king then pointed to Alice and Bucky, who were walking towards them.

“Are they holding hands?” Natasha whispered to Steve, who couldn’t help but smile. He missed his best friends.

“A semi-stable 100-year-old man” Bucky completed T’Challa’s sentence, as he gently let go of Alice’s hand and opened his arms to hug Steve.

“And an ex-psychopath murderer” Alice added and then ran towards Natasha, giving her a tight hug. “I missed you so much, Nat.”

“I missed you too, Alice” Natasha replied as she buried her head in the crook of her friend’s neck.

“How you been Buck?” Steve questioned, “Alice?”

Bucky was still smiling at Steve, “Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He then turned to Alice, with the same smile still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, we’ve noticed!” Rhodey spoke up from behind and the crew laughed.

After all the hugs and kisses, the Avengers went inside the palace. After Shuri explained what she had to do in order to save Vision, Alice heard Natasha and Bruce in the back of the group, whispering about something she could not understand.

“We have to tell her!” Natasha scream-whispered at the scientist, “She needs to know this, Bruce. If not, she will never forgive us for not telling her.”

“She will have a meltdown right before we go into battle with a super army of aliens!” Bruce protested.

Alice snook behind them, “What is going on? I can hear you two from the other side of the room.”

“We have something to tell you, Alice” Natasha announced. Everyone got quiet, which made Alice uncomfortable. What the hell was Nat talking about? “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”

“No, here is okay” Alice spoke softly, afraid of what was coming. “What’s wrong, Nat? Are you okay?”

“Just tell her, Natasha.” Steve said in a firm tone, which made Alice even more worried. “We don’t have much time.”

The Russian spy took a step closer to her friend and put her hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it. “When Thanos attacked the Asgardians, Loki was there too…”

“Yeah, I know” Alice chuckled, “He was not really dead, that idiot. He faked his death when we were fighting Malekith. I already knew that, Nat.”

“It’s not just that…” Bruce whispered, and Alice turned her attention to him. He looked down, trying to hide his sad expression.

“Okay, then what is it?” Alice asked impatiently as she tapped her left foot on the floor. She felt Bucky coming behind her. He already knew what Natasha was trying to tell Alice. Steve had told him fifteen minutes before, so he needed to get ready in case Alice did something once she heard about it. “Natasha, just spit it out. I can handle it.”

“Loki tried to kill Thanos, but he wasn’t successful…” Natasha took her hand off Alice’s shoulder and took something out of her holster but kept hit hidden behind her back. “And… Thanos killed Loki. Loki is dead.” She then showed her what she was hiding behind her back – it was one of Loki’s favourite knives.

“And it’s for real this time, Alice…” Bruce added in a small voice.

Alice just stood there, staring at Natasha and Bruce, not knowing what to or what to say. Loki couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t. They were supposed to be together.

“Alice?” Bucky called her, but no response.

“She’s not alright…” Wanda whispered in Steve’s ear.

“Alice?” Bucky called again. He went in front of her, trying to get a hold of her. “Alice?” No success. She was just staring, no reaction or whatsoever. Bucky cupped her face with his hands and brought her closer to him, “Alice? Please, answer me. Please.”

Inside of Alice’s mind, she was still trying to piece everything together. Loki couldn’t be dead, he was a trickster and he had faked his death before. He could have done it again, right? But then, she remembered the throbbing pain on her heart she had felt the previous day. She felt Loki dying, she felt him as Thanos squeezed the life out of him. That was when it all hit her. She fell down on her knees with a piercing scream.

“NO!” She yelled as her knees hit the cold floor and tears started running down her face. “NO!”

Bucky immediately went to her aid, trying to pick her up but it was all in vain. Alice was much stronger than him and she didn’t want to get up. As he went to embrace her, she extended both of her arms, making him stop in his tracks. After that, she closed her fists and punched the floors, making a huge noise. A crack went from the windows to the walls. Everyone looked at her, not knowing what to do or say, not even Steve or Natasha knew what to do. Last time they saw Alice crying similarly, she almost broke Sokovia in half, but this time it was worse. Everyone could see that Alice’s heart was broken as she kept sobbing with her hands covering her face.

Steve tried to approach her, but Bucky raised his hand to stop him. The soldiers nodded at each other. Captain America told everyone to leave the room so Alice and Bucky could have some space.

“Alice?” Bucky called her once everyone was out. Thanos was coming and they needed to hurry. “Alice, please, look at me.” She was still in the same position as she was before. Not knowing what to do, Bucky gently took her hands off her face. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. Slowly, he raised his arms up and put them around her, pulling her in to his chest. At first, she resisted the embrace and kept crying on Bucky’s shoulder with her hands on top of her knees. But after only a couple of minutes, she put her arms around Bucky and hugged him. They stayed like that until Steve came through the door, signalling to Bucky that they had to leave.

“Alice, are you up for this?” He questioned as he ran his hand through her hair. “You can stay here with Shuri, Vision and Wanda if you want to. You don’t need to fight.”

Pulling herself together, Alice took her head off Bucky’s shoulder and then wiped the tears on her face. “No, I need to do this. For him. For Loki.”

Bucky slowly nodded and then helped her get up from the floor. Alice gave him one last hug before they went down to the battlefield.

There was only one thing in Alice’s mind: revenge.

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masterlist

[jiyascepter]

life was simpler when loki just wanted that stupid blue cube

[supermarvelgirl15]

The World's Tree

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Thor (2011)

Loki (2023) — 2.06 “Glorious Purpose”

[dial-p-for-placey]

Back to back with my recent Storm piece and the older piece. Nearly 11 years difference!!

[lokiusly]

haters saying “what is Mobius going to do in the multiverse saga? Give out pie?” And it’s like yeah???? The avengers LITERALLY ate shawarma after the battle of NY.

[textsfromthetva]

+ rare bonus Avengers

Loki + tumblr [111/?]

[alliesway]

THEY HAVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN.

[buckrecs]

Sex Pollen

masterlist | req masterlist

Play Pretend by @wkemeup

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo

at a shack after a mission, Bucky realizes the ‘dust’ that he thought wouldn’t be effective anymore needs to be brought up. You insist partners are suppose to communicate with each other.

addicted to you by @bonky-n-steeb

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

Take You There by @heli0s-writes

Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It's like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair.

Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm

bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.

Daisies by @rebeccccccaaa

Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen.

burning desire by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.

A Piece of His Heart by @thefanbasewhore

Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him

only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

Mean It by @gogolucky13

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

your hands have made some good mistakes : part 21 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

The team comes home for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Everything is going swimmingly, until Thor breaks out the Asgardian whiskey.

Little Bit of Pollen by @simsadventures

You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?

Dosed by @moonstruckbucky

Sex pollen? Sex pollen.

keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

for your own good by @witchywithwhiskey

bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Petals by @biteofcherry

Bucky and reader is stuck in a cabin in the woods.

Desperate by @buckets-and-trees

Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Thrill me, Fulfill me by @samodivaa

You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.

Imagine by @buckyalpine

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I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter Three: Pass the Test

HYDRA didn’t die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she’s captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly doesn’t involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.

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This is how it goes for the next few days. Steve Rogers drops in and out of your holding cell, occasionally accompanied by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Their presence doesn’t do much, as they mainly grow frustrated that you could sit there cracking jokes after betraying their whole organization. After a while, they all leave, and then it’s just you and Steve and the security cameras watching you from the corners of the room. 

Even the knowledge that you’re constantly being monitored isn’t enough to dampen your spirits, or so you let Steve think. In truth, you can feel yourself getting more nervous the longer you go without hearing a word from HYDRA. You know too much for them to leave you here, but you never know. What if they decide this is the time to start letting go of old members, and they abandon you to the S.H.I.E.L.D. wolves? Heaven knows their jaws are already bloody when it comes to you. 

However, you can’t let any of this show. You may be captured by enemy agents, but you can take their power away from them by refusing to let anything faze you. So, you sit opposite Steve day in and day out, and pretend that the fact that you’ve been bound in a chair and locked in a maximum security cell doesn’t bother you in the slightest. 

Despite everything, you’re almost having fun. This certainly isn’t your first interrogation, and they rarely go this well. All you have to do is keep your wits about you, and continue waging this verbal war with Steve. The two of you play a cat and mouse game of sorts, never letting the other guess at your true hand while doing the best to figure out everything you can. 

You’re one step shy of practically reading his mind, and grow proficient in figuring out his tics. The tap of a foot, the clench of a jaw- all of it could point you towards finding out some new piece of information. 

On the fourth day, Steve comes into your cell again, but this time, he doesn’t take a seat. Instead, he stands, arms folded across his chest, and stares down at you. You stare back, and he breaks his serious glare to grin. 

“No need to put on the war-torn expression, L/N. We’re not going to do all that today.”

You arch a brow. “No? Then what am I doing here?” 

He waves away your query. “Don’t worry about that. All I want you to do is answer a question.” 

Despite his claims, you don’t feel any more relaxed. “Have I ever done that since I got here?” 

Steve grins again. “Try this time. Would you consider yourself to be loyal? Would you die for your cause?”

You lean back against your chair. It’s supposedly an easy question- have you ever answered anything but yes? Yet there’s a strange tone in Steve’s voice, as if he’s asking something more than just if you’re sticking by HYDRA. In the end, you give him your best shot at the right answer, and say yes. You’re speaking the truth, maybe for the first time since you’ve been captured, but you’re not sure if Steve believes you. 

Regardless of what he thinks of you, Steve still appears to have come to a decision. He nods once to himself, as if confirming what he already knew, then walks around your chair so he’s standing behind you. You can feel his breath, hot on the back of your neck. He pauses for a moment, and then you hear the flick of a knife being extended, tensing from reflex. If he’s going to kill you, why now? Why like this?

But he doesn’t slash your throat. Instead, you hear a brief tearing sound, and your restraints fall away from you. You stand up slowly, wincing at the onrush of blood to limbs that have been stationary for so long. 

You turn slowly to face Steve, still not entirely sure of what’s going on. “You’re letting me go?”

He lifts a shoulder, putting the knife away. “Only temporarily. Don’t get your hopes up.” 

You grin. “In a place like this? Couldn’t if I tried.” 

A smile plucks at the side of Steve’s lips, although he quickly hides it away again. He’s still technically on S.H.I.E.L.D. soil, which means that he has to pretend to still be the paragon of Avengers virtue that they all hire him to be. 

Steve jerks his head towards the door. “Let’s head out.” 

You follow him hesitantly, still unsure whether or not the whole thing could be a trap. 

Steve pauses, hand on the knob, and turns back to you. “I’m not lying to you, we’re actually leaving. Honestly, I should be more worried about you stabbing me in the back.”

You do your best to look innocent. “Stab you in the back? How could you suggest such a thing?” 

Steve deadpans. “Maybe the fact that you’ve already tried to kill me at least once?” 

You shrug. “I mean, when you say it that way, it sounds awful.” 

Steve glances over at you. “And how would you say it?” 

You spread your hands. “We had a clash of agendas. Your agenda was to continue living.”

Steve chuckles. “And your agenda to stop me from living caused some trouble? Sounds about right.” 

He’s led you out of your cell and down a hall filled with identical heavy, secured doors no doubt leading to detention rooms like the one you’ve just left. Although S.H.I.E.L.D.’s definitely had some time to redecorate, you recognize the area as one of the central security blocks. \

You make sure to remember your footsteps as Steve leads you out of the winding maze of cells. If you have any chance to communicate this information to HYDRA, it’ll make your rescue that much easier. Plus, you recognize the names on a few of the cell doors as HYDRA agents that definitely need to come back to base. 

You’re not entirely sure where Steve is taking you, but you can’t disguise your surprise when he stops in front of another cell, this one less central than yours and thus of lesser importance. 

“I wouldn’t have gotten so excited over leaving if I knew you were just relocating me to another cell. You could have done that without the dramatic questioning.”

Steve just shakes his head, pointing to the plaque at the side of the door containing the name of the prisoner inside. “This cell isn’t for you.” 

You squint at the name from where you stand beside Steve and exhale slowly. Suddenly, Steve’s loyalty question makes sense. The woman inside, Henrietta Clarke, is a HYDRA agent best known for her undercover work. 

You’ve had the chance to collaborate with her multiple times before, and she was involved in securing the perimeter on the mission to take down Captain America. Evidently, she was captured just like you. That could mean that many more of the agents on your team are here within these walls, but you can’t think about that just yet. 

Instead, you have to think about what this means for you. Already, you have a pretty good idea of what’s about to happen. Clarke would have been careful to portray herself as an innocent civilian who just happened to stumble upon the scene of the mission, so this could mean that S.H.I.E.L.D. still isn’t entirely sure whether she’s an agent or not. They’re going to give you the opportunity to blow her cover. 

This is a pretty common setup, both in the S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA rings. If you think someone is wavering on the edge of defecting to your organization, you let them have the chance to change sides. 

You could reveal Clarke right now, and prove to S.H.I.E.L.D. that you’re willing to make amends. It would go along with the persona you’ve been trying to play up around Steve, the one where you’re just trying to do what’s right regardless of which organization’s colors are striped along your back. If he’s giving you this chance, it means you’ve been able to twist his perception of you more than you thought. 

However, Henrietta Clarke is still your ally, your coworker, and, if you squint, your friend. And you don’t give up friends that easily, interrogation tactics be damned. So, when Steve unlocks the door and leads you inside, you make sure that your expression doesn’t change at all, and you show no signs of recognition. She’s bound by restraints similar to the ones you’d worn in your cell, but bruises and cuts are fading over her face and arms.

Steve allows you plenty of time to stare down at her. Clarke lifts her head slowly, and matches your resolve measure for measure. There is no acknowledgement in her eyes, just a weary knowledge that neither of you are getting out any time soon. 

You glance over at Steve. “Is there a reason I’m here, or are you just going to have me conduct a staring contest with every one of your prisoners?”

Steve looks between the two of you, face solemn as he tries to pick up on all of the clues you’re doing your best to hide. “We picked her up near the warehouse. You know, the one where you plotted to kill me. Only problem is that she’s a little too convincing as a civilian, and we want you to tell us whether or not she’s HYDRA.”

You nod slowly, allowing your gaze to rove over Clarke’s face once again. “If this is how you rough up suspected civilians, I’m a little worried about what you do to known agents.” 

Steve shrugs, although you can tell from the way his eyes keep flicking to and from the cuts on Clarke’s face that he isn’t entirely okay with it either. “You’re still fine.”

You grin. “That’s because I’m better than you.” 

Steve struggles to contain his smile, and you can see the faintest flicker of amusement in Clarke’s eyes. You take one last moment to collect yourself, then deliberately turn your back on Clarke, facing Steve once more. 

“Well, I hate to say it, but you’ve got to get better at identifying your HYDRA agents. I have no idea who she is.”

Steve nods slowly. “You’re sure about that?” 

You meet his gaze coolly. “Absolutely.” 

He looks at you for one last moment, then gestures for you to follow him out. “Alright. Looks like I was wrong after all.” 

You frown. “You thought she was HYDRA?” 

Steve’s steps echo in the halls. “I didn’t think you were telling the truth when you said you were loyal. I guess you just proved yourself right.”

You stop walking, and Steve stops as well, silhouetted in the harsh lights of the cell complex. “You knew?” 

He almost smirks. “That she was HYDRA? Absolutely. She’s popped up on our radar before.” 

You shake your head slowly. “Then why go to all the trouble of asking me? Because you wanted to know if your little philosophy test was true?”

Steve starts walking again, eyes trained on the hall ahead of him. “I wanted to see if you were really in this for your own personal gain. Did you know that every HYDRA agent who’s come here before us has failed that test?” 

You stare at him, shocked. “That’s impossible. Everyone knows that you don’t turn in your own guys.”

He looks over at you, a smile playing on his lips. “They say it in their meetings, sure. When it comes to it, though, most of them would rather protect themselves. You’re the only one who’s shown us that you’d rather put the safety of others over yourself.” 

You glance away, somehow unable to meet his gaze. “And why are you phrasing that like it’s such a victory?”

Steve laughs. “I’d say it’s more of a victory for you.” 

He’s reached the door to your cell by now, but instead of entering, he just leans against the wall outside it. “You’ve got skills, L/N, and you just showed us that you’ve got the heart to back it up. We could use someone like you.” 

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “You’re offering me a job? Rogers, I’m here because I tried to kill you. S.H.I.E.L.D. must be really low on personnel, because there’s no way anyone here would trust me so easily.”

Steve allows himself a small smile. “Oh, they don’t. Believe me on that. But we’re willing to give you a test run, see if this is something that could work for you. We can give you a chance to do good in a different way, something that doesn’t make you constantly hide in the shadows. I’d say that’s going to work better for you, even if it comes with a little more red tape.”

For a moment, you don’t even know what to say. In all the interrogation tactics training you’ve gone through, all the time you’ve spent both in a cell and out, you’ve never come across this situation before. Why would Steve, and by extension S.H.I.E.L.D., be willing to give you a second chance? 

“Why would you do this? What makes all these risks worth it for you?” 

Steve leans closer to you, suddenly serious. “Because I think you can do more than just one of HYDRA’s spies. Deny it all you want, but you’re still human. You’ve still got some part in you that’s not completely committed to the HYDRA doctrine. You can still remake the world, but it doesn’t have to be by their rules. I want to see you get that chance.”

You rock back on your heels. “So you’re doing all this because what, you think there’s still good in me? I’m not a tortured supervillain, Steve, I’m an agent who’s been trying to kill you. There is no great morality battle going on in my heart.” 

Steve shrugs. “Maybe not. But opportunities to get out don’t come that often. Of everyone in these cells, I think you should get the first crack at it.”

He straightens up, tapping the plaque reading your name on the cell wall next to him. “You’ll still sleep in here for the time being, but we’ll be coming back tomorrow with a chance to stretch your legs. If you want to go along with it, let us know. If not, well, we can go back to the questioning. It’s all up to you.” 

Before you have the chance to ask him more about what all this means and why he seems so determined to see you saved, Steve nods his head in goodbye and heads off back down the hall, not even bothering to make sure you stay in the cell. This is your first test, it seems, to see if you’ll try to escape.

However, you’re not about to let a chance like this go to waste. So, making sure you’re in full view of all the security cameras lining the halls, you slip inside the cell and close the door behind you, hearing the click of the latch. This might be one of the first times you’ve ever willingly locked yourself in, but you’re not worried about it. There’s more to this situation than meets the eye, you’re certain of it. The only thing left to do is to figure out the catch.

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[jiyascepter]

loki over there losing his shit in this scene:

meanwhile mobius:

why is he like this 😭❤️

[jayden-killer]

TVA LOKI AS YOUR BF

I've never written for Loki before OWHWKAO, I was like: "let's give it a shot!". (´ｰ｀).｡*･ﾟﾟ

• If we're talking about TVA Loki, then expect LOTS OF PHYSICAL TOUCH. Like, a lot.

• he doesn't hold himself: he'll sneak his arm around your shoulder, hugging you in public with no problem, giving reassurance hand squeezes. He doesn't care if you two are in public. He wants to show how much he appreciates you :))

• He'll pull magic tricks if you're sad or upset with smth/someone. Spoiler: he'll always make you smile, or laugh, after that!

• You'll notice Loki turning his gaze up in the sky in a thunderstorm. You'll need to give him some reassuring rubs on his back because every time he does that, he's wondering where his brother Thor is...

• He would make you meet his variants of him. But not President Loki. Sneaky bastard...

• He would need some reassurance from you sometimes. He still believes that he doesn't deserve the love and affection after seeing the files about his past, but you're there to kiss his thoughts away and making sure he's fine.♡

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2