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rubylize · 1 year

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Summary: You being highly trained because you were a part of the Red Room. The Avengers wanna help you because suddenly people started being curious of you. Trying to know how advance you are. Along all that Peter and you cross paths and fall in love.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2,006

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, a suicidal attempt, you being pretty bad ass, fluff.

I was a new test subject for the Red Room. I was fifteen. Although I was an experiment I was done with training. Well the basic training at least. I was supposed to be more advanced, no magical mist that would bring me back. I was sane… normal. I knew what they were doing to me and I hated it. There was no way I could stop it. They were in control. They’d watch me everyday, they’d cuff me. They knew what they were doing. They knew what I could do.

Then I was suddenly freed by Natasha Romanoff. She saved all of the girls stuck by the Red Room. As much as I wanted revenge I didn’t give into it. I was finally free, which was what mattered. I didn’t have a family so I was on my own. Didn’t really matter, since I could protect myself. That was till, people were hunting me down. I figured it was because I was advanced and people wanted to know how advanced I was. Advanced in what way? They even probably wanted to study me, not going down that road again. I’m not gonna be another experiment.

Fighting was like fresh air to me. Moving swiftly while getting punched. I’ve fought many people this past week. Nothing was new. A guy was on top of me, punching me to the death. I held my breath and closed my eyes, “Advanced my ass,” his grip loosened around my neck. My eyes shot open and I gasped. I tackled him and punched him till he couldn’t do anything. He was still there, conscious. “Y/n.” I heard from behind me.

I slowly got up from on top of this man. “Steve Rogers.” “How do you know who I am?” I looked at him, he was in his Captain America suit. “Same question goes to you.” I replied. “How about you come with me?” I squinted, “I think I’m better off with myself.” He took a few steps closer, “You’re fifteen Y/n and you’re pretty incredible, but what happens if you’re attacked by a whole group of people.”

“I was trained for that,” I told him with my hands crossed on my chest. “Anything you can think of I was trained for.” He licked his lips, “That wasn’t your choice.” I heard a groan behind me, I rolled my eyes and kicked the guy in the face. “You're not gonna let me say no, are you?” He shook his head. “Why?” He sighed, “Your young Y/n. You’re too young for this. We want to help you, so come with me.” I obliged.

“Thought your car would be cooler,” I stated. “This is more of Steve Rogers' car,” he said, while turning the ignition key. I chuckled, “How’d you know who I was?” “Dreykov,” I simply said, while looking out the window. I looked at him and asked, “How’d you know me?” “Natasha,” he replied. Giving me the same treatment.

We eventually got to the Avengers HQ. “I’ve never had this kind of treatment,” I told Steve when he opened the door for me. “That’s the kind of gentleman Steve Rogers is.” Natasha. The girl behind all this. Somehow. “Y/n, glad to see you.” I smiled politely, “You too.” They walked me to the conference room I’d say. Since every Avenger was in there. They gave me some water, which I thanked them for.

“Y/n, we need to know everything about you.” Tony Stark. Aka Iron Man. The Billionaire. PlayBoy. “Tony.” Steve Rogers, once again. “What? We didn’t come here to play around,” he explained. I got up from my seat, “Agreed.” I messed with the computer in front of me, “Uh what are you doing?” Tony asked me. “You wanna know everything about me?” I looked at him, while still typing. “Yeah, that’s what I literally just said.” I rolled my eyes and stopped typing. “That’s everything you need to know,” I pointed to the tv behind me.

“How did you just-“

“Connect the computer to the tv?” I finished. “Yeah.” He responded. “Uh hacked into your system and connected it,” I said in a duh tone. “You need to up your system,” Happy told him. “My system is fine,” Tony told him. “Then how did she just hack it?” Natasha smirked, “She’s advanced, I thought we went over that?”

“Cool,” I heard a small voice say. Peter Parker. Aka Spider-Man. “Y/n are you sure everything is in there?” Steve asked. “Most of it.” Tony gave me a look, “What do you mean most of it? We need to know everything.” “Then I’ll tell you,” I said. “Before she does, everyone introduces themselves,” Steve said. “How about we start now. Plus I don’t think that’s necessary.” He looked confused, “Why not?”

I sat down, “Dreykov wanted me to destroy the Avengers. Every single fucking day. He would put each of you on a tv. He would make me hear everything. I already know who all of you are. That’s how I knew who you were,” I said, while looking at Steve for the last part. “Then name all of us,” Thor said. I squinted “You really think we have time?” I asked. “Just to know you're not lying,” he suggested.

“Steve. Natasha. Tony. Thor. Peter. Happy. Wanda. Hulk. Vision. Sam. Rhodes. Hawkeye. Pepper. Bucky.”

“Huh,” Thor said in disbelief. Tony stood over the laptop with my information. “How advanced are you?” I shrugged. “I didn’t really ask, when I was being experimented on.” I heard a chuckle. “I like her,” Sam said, seeming to tell Bucky.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes watered. I quickly wiped them and stayed on the ground for a minute, my back towards the door. I’ve always had these suicidal thoughts, partly because I was always alone. But the other part of me didn’t know where this feeling was coming from. Wouldn’t it just be better off for me to kill myself? That way no one could keep coming after me. The Avengers wouldn’t have to fight for me.

A few seconds later, after just sitting on the ground I heard a knock. “Y/n are you okay?” Peters just met me and he’s already worrying about me. I got up swiftly and opened the door “What’s up, Peter?” I asked, like I wasn’t just zoned out. “Are you okay?” He seemed a bit nervous. “Yeah, do they need me back?” I lied. “No, I just came to check on you.” I pursed my lips together into a tight smile, “Oh. Thank you.” He nodded cutely.

“You go ahead, I’ll be right there,” I told Peter. He nodded and went back to the path of the conference room.

I found myself walking to the elevator and went to the highest level. It took a while to get up fully but I was there. Everything below was beautiful, but something as beautiful as this didn’t deserve me. Especially if people kept coming for me. If I do this now, I can end it all. End everyone coming for me and keep the Avengers out of trouble. I inspected the city below me, the beautiful skyscrapers, the cars, the people. They would all be better without me, it’s not like they know I exist.

“Y/n stop. Don’t do this,” Peter said, I heard from behind me.

“He’s right Y/n. You don’t want to do this,” Steve said.

“You don’t know what I want,” I mumbled, but they heard me. I slightly looked behind me to see Natasha, Steve, and Peter. The others were probably in suits, in case I jumped they’d save me. “Y/n. Dreykov programmed you to be this way. We can free you from him. Okay? Tony can,” Natasha said.

“I can free myself,” I told her. Steve inched closer. “Back up,” I stated. “Is this why you didn’t want our help?” I turned fully to look at him, “I didn’t know he programmed me to feel this. But if I could break into Tony’s Stark’s program, what makes you think I can’t get into Dreykov?” I said in frustration. A tear fell from my eye. “If I die. No one can come after me. I could save you all from my burden. I have no one to live for.” More tears fell from my eyes.

“You have us now Y/n. We can help you,” Natasha said, slightly inching closer. I inched backwards. “I don’t wanna live the rest of my life being hunted.” “You’re not Y/n you have us now,” Peter buds in. I inched backwards more, “Y/n. Please,” Natasha pleaded. “It was a mistake coming here. But thank yo-“ I had suddenly lost my balance and was now falling from the Avengers building, “NO!” I heard. Peter Parker. He’s the guy that saved me. Although I went unconscious I could still recognize their voices.

We defeated the people that were after me. While I was in my “death bed.” Tony un programmed me from the suicidal thoughts. Dreykov wanted me to just die if none of his stuff worked out, which was almost a success.

It had been a few months since, that happened. I stuck around in the Avengers HQ. “Y/n if you want.. you can stay here and go to school with Peter,” Steve said. I grew to love Steve, he was a father figure to me. “Really?” I said in disbelief. My eyes watered as I tackled him in a hug, “Of course,” he said.

I soon started school, no one had a record of me, anymore, since the Avengers saved me, so my name was okay to use. School was pretty easy for me. Steve would ask me if I need help, I’d usually say no. But when I did say yes he’d say to ask Tony. Which made me laugh everytime. “Tony’s the smart one. I was stuck in ice for-“

“Seventy years , yes I know,” I finished for him.

Gosh that beautiful smile though. That soft brown hair. Those brown beautiful eyes. He was perfect. “Y/n?” They broke me out of my thoughts. “Yes, Peter?” I looked at him, “Are you okay?” I nodded looking at him weirdly, yet hiding my crimson cheeks, because that boy with the beautiful smile and eyes, as well as the soft brown hair was Peter Parker. I never knew I’d feel like this someday. But damn. He was sweet and cute when he was nervous.

Our frienship grew and grew and turned out he felt the same way. He asked me out, he was so nervous but I didn’t care, he was so perfect to me. “I’m tired,” I said. Peter looked at me, “What?” I furrowed my brow at him. “Nothing,” he replied. But he then was over me and picked me up and put me in my bed. I smiled softly at him, “You’re perfect you know that?” I told him. He smiled softly back. “So are you Y/n.” He dimmed my nightstand lamp, “I love you,” he softly said. Not giving me a chance to reply he kissed me on the lips softly. “I love you to bugboy.” He let out a small laugh near my face. “What did you just call me?” I twisted my body so my back was towards him.

“Night Peter.” I simply said. Sooner or later he came into bed with me. “I love you so much.” I got closer to him to show my appreciation. He was everything to me. “I’ve liked you since the day I met you.” His hand caressed my head. “Oh yeah?” I tiredly said. “Hell yeah,” he replied. “I got the Peter tingle as Happy calls it, when you were in that bathroom and I knew I was connected with you somehow. I knew something was wrong.” My face was next to him. “And you saved my life.” I kissed him passionately, showing my appreciation. “You saved mine as well, Y/n maybe not in the same way. But you saved me too.”

“I have something to live for.” He looked at me with such adoration in his eyes, god that look he gave me. Perfect. It made me melt to death. He gave me one last kiss before we fell asleep together.

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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Taking a Sick Day - happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count 4932 || May Parker & Peter Parker & Tony stark, Sick Peter Parker, College Student Peter Parker, fluff and hurt/comfort

Part 15 of Sicktember 2021-2022 series

Summary: It's Peter's first year in college and his first solo experience in taking care of himself, fully and completely, while sick. He's not sure what to do or how to properly handle the situation. Especially since he'd enhanced. So, he consults his two favorite adults.

Sicktember 2022 Prompts:

-Common Cold/Flu -Care Package -Taking a Sick Day -Vapor Rub

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Peter’s day had started out in a normal enough manner. He woke up to his alarm and hit the snooze button no less than three times before rolling out of bed. Then he grabbed a pair of pants out the pile on the floor and gave them a hesitant sniff. Once he’d deemed them fresh enough, he threw them on and ran across the campus towards the dining hall for breakfast. There were all of the ordinary choices; barely toasted bread, overcooked eggs and undercooked bacon. He grabbed a plate and sat down at his usual table to scarf it down, realizing partway through that he wasn’t all that hungry. Internally, he shrugged and disposed of his trash. He had a lecture starting soon and he really wanted to go over some of his notes before it started.

From there, Peter’s day started to go downhill. The lecture hall seemed cooler than usual and he found himself spending more time rubbing his hands up and down his arms than taking notes. But he figured that was fine. He understood what was being explained and was already planning to attend a study group later in the day. There was bound to be someone there who could help him get caught up.

After class he wandered into the courtyard and lay in the grass under one of the numerous trees. The sun was warm and white noise created by the passing students was nice. Peter sighed tiredly as he propped a book up against one of the larger roots and began to read. He only got through about four pages before his eyes began to droop. He wanted to say that was expected, but the truth was he’d gotten much better about going to bed at a reasonable hour. He tried to think back to what time he’d gone to sleep the night before and came up blank. Idly, he rolled onto his back and cleared his throat when it began to itch. When the sensation lingered, he cleared his throat again, followed by a few experimental coughs. Eventually, he sat up and buried his head knees. It was then he realized that he just felt off in general.

The remainder of the day passed slowly. He ate a mediocre cafeteria lunch, then went back to his dorm to plug in his phone and take a quick power nap. Next on the agenda was the study group, and he managed to get there right one time. Though, outside of filling in his notes, he didn’t actually get anything done. He debated going back to his dorm afterward but wasn’t sure he’d want to reemerge for dinner if he did. So, he made himself comfortable in a corner of the library and got to work on a powerpoint that, technically, he should have already started. It was due at the end of the week. Although he quickly realized he didn’t actually possess the focus or the motivation required to generate any sort of progress. Frustrated, he slammed his laptop closed and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. He could feel a headache brewing and decided that he may as well grab an early dinner and head back to his dorm.

The plan had been to go to bed early. The problem was that there was an itch at the back of his throat and no matter how many blankets he threw onto his bed, he couldn’t seem to get warm. Even after he’d gotten up to turn off his fan. Although it wasn’t until his joints started to ache that he started to wonder if perhaps he was coming down with something. He considered checking his temperature but was ninety-nine point nine percent sure he didn’t have a thermometer. And he didn’t particularly want to go out to attempt and purchase one. It occurred to him that he could call May. She was a nurse and could presumably give him a good idea of how to tell without having to go out. However, as he picked up his phone he abruptly realized how late it was.

Frettingly, he chewed at his lip and tried to decide what to do. May tended to work early shifts and was likely already in bed. He really didn’t want to wake her up for something that felt so trivial. It wasn’t like he was dying. He was just a little uncomfortable and knowing whether or not he had a fever would help him decide how to proceed. With a small defeated sigh, he clicked on Tony’s contact instead.

“Hey, Kid. It’s after eleven. What’s up?” Tony cheerily greeted.

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geminixevans-stan · 3 years

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Underroos!!

Characters: Avengers Team & Publicist!Reader

Summary: Come enjoy some weird and funny moments of the life of PR agent for the Avengers

Warnings: None

It was quiet.... Too quiet. The Avengers were having a few problems. By problems, they were a bit divided. You didn’t think anything of it because it wasn’t your place to even ask. Just as long as they didn’t do anything stupid in public or social media, you were good.

The silence was too good to be true as you did your hourly sweep of everyone’s accounts and what you saw caused a panic unlike any other.

Are they… fighting?! WHAT THE HELL!!

Not to mention there was a spider-looking guy holding Steve’s shield. What the hell were these fuckers fighting about?!

Your first act was to call Tony, walking into your office you bellow out, “FRIDAY! Call Tony Stark Now!”

“Calling Mr. Stark,” you wait patiently until you hear heaving breathing and loud banging fill the room.

“A little busy here Mother Theresa, shit! Not cool Clint!,” you hear some whooshing, placing your hands flat on the desk.

You roll your eyes at the sudden commotion not having time for this bullshit, “You wanna tell me why a SPIDER has Steve’s shield and tweeting about it?! Not to make matters worse, you’re cheering him on?!”

Tony snickers a bit, shooting another blast, “Oh yeah that’s Peter, smart kid. Hey, listen! Fix that and I’ll send over his accounts too. Now if you don’t mind, Steve needs his ass kicked. See ya tonight,” the line goes dead and you pinch the bridge of your nose. These fuckers were going to be the death of you.

Hearing the notification ping with all of Peter’s information, you get to work with deleting the tweet, scrubbing Tony and Steve’s accounts of replies. You literally had the CEO of Twitter on speed dial at this point. You gave your usual “strip the photos or get sued” speech and hung up, drafting yet another statement to post on the Avenger’s and Peter’s accounts.

When you signed up for this job, you thought you knew what you were getting yourself into. But with them, you had no idea at all. They were shaping up to be a challenging bunch and you couldn’t even think what else they would do.

In your heavy brooding of making them squeaky clean again, you hear the sound of FRIDAY in your ear, “Call coming from Steve Rogers,” you quickly straighten up hearing at the notification.

“Steve…” You could hear his breathing as if he were running.

“Hi Ma’am! Sorry about earlier. Tony brought a kid and… things got crazy,” hearing a grunt a the sound of a punch being thrown, “Tony! Back off!” These fuckers were still going at it. You threw your head back wanting the strongest drink ever.

In curious fashion, you wanted to know just what the hell they were fighting about. “Steve! Just why are you all fighting again?!” Like didn’t he and Tony settle their differences already?

“Bucky made… a joke,” he sighed, taking a flip and drop-kicking T’challa in the chest.

Fucking Bucky!! He’s been a damn pain to get to act right. You groaned hanging your head down, “What kind of joke?”

“It’s nothing ma’am”

“Steve…” you warned.

“It’s… He asked Tony how much money would it take to kill his parents. Tony said how much…. The answer was one buck. Now we’re here.

You slap your hand to your forehead, clenching your eyes shut, “Goddammit Bucky!!!”

“Language…” he said sternly enough that almost made you squeak a bit. You had a job to still.

Standing up out of your seat, you cut him off before he can say anything else, “Don’t you language me, Steve!! At this point, Bucky needs his ass beat! Let him and Tony spar it out and bring all your asses home after!”

“But ma’am…”

“No! Call it! Because if I see another photo on social media, everyone will have phone privileges taken for a week! Hope to it Cap!”

“Y-yes Ma’am,” you weren’t able to see the flush in his cheeks but you knew that he heard you loud and clear. The line clicked and you slumped in your chair, grabbing the nearest wine bottle out of the cooler, take a wine glass from the left drawer.

Night had come faster than you thought, your eyes scanning every single account for the last time. The rumble of the familiar quinjet had made its landing and you were so not ready for whatever was coming your way.

What you saw was surprising enough as all of the Avengers came in with bright smiles and laughing their asses off.

Okay… maybe they were able to settle things like normal adults.

Looking at all of them walking around to go to their respected rooms, you hear the door open. Swinging your chair around you see a kid, no older than fifteen enter your room. Peter… You straighten up looking at the timid boy, clearly shaking under your glare.

He opened his mouth, his stuttering coming out a little, “H-Hi ma’am! I’m Peter. I just want to say that I’m sorry for earlier. Ya know for the pic. Won’t happen again I promise,” he stammers while clutching on to his mask. The kid was adorable, you’ll give him that.

You take another sip of the newly poured wine in your glass, “Listen kid, you’re new. I’ll give you a pass. Do it again and that phone is mine. Got it?”

He gave a loud whine, “Oh come on! That’s not fa-”

Cutting him off cause you didn’t want to hear it, “Mine. Understood?” you say asking for clarification.

Peter slumps his shoulders, hanging his head, “Yes, ma’am. Won’t happen again. It was nice meeting you! I have to go now or my Aunt May will freak,” he says while dashing out of the door.

Leave it to Tony to bring a kid to a fight…

He also passed by your office, giving a dopey smile before heading up to his room.

“I need a vacation…”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Visitor | Bucky Barnes

Summary; the reader is invited to the compound by her partner, Bucky. However, she runs into his team, and later, all is revealed, such as why she decided to visit.

Warnings; Sam trying to shoot his shot, fluff

The compound appeared as a fortress from the outside, a mansion times ten. But once you had been permitted entry within the intimidating vicinity, it felt as though you were lost in a maze.

There were too many routes, and a lack of people to guide you through them. When Bucky had encouraged you to swing by when your shift was over, this was not at all what you had expected.

Instead you had imagined him by the door, waiting to greet you, but the text you had received informed you that Fury had called him in for a private meeting, regarding classified matters.

“Hey there.” A voice called out to you, earning your attention, and as your gaze turned, you were greeted with the sight of Sam Wilson - the Falcon.

You had certainly heard a lot about this man, from your own super soldier. He was, according to Bucky, a right old pain in the ass, and enjoyed annoying him. But he was a good man, and would fight for his beliefs and those he cared for.

“Uh, hi.” You raised your hand in a small wave, pausing your lost footsteps so that he could catch up with you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sam to see someone that he didn’t recognise, there were so many agents nowadays, it kind of scrambled his brain from remembering every face and name.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his gleaming white teeth showcasing into a smile, and as he turned, a crowd of Avengers began to walk towards you.

It made your insides feel kind of squeamish, thinking that you were a stranger in their home and base, unable to process exactly where your destination was.

Holding up your pass, you confirmed that you were indeed supposed to be here, and as Tony walked away from Bruce, presumably because of something he said, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

“What’s going on?” He asked Sam, instantly getting a reply that made your face warm up from embarrassment.

“I was just about to ask this fine woman herself, or at least who she was visiting. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if I had someone that looked like her coming to see me at work.” It pulled a laugh from you, which conjoined to his own.

“Well, it appears the case is that she is here for someone else, so keep it in your pants Wilson.” Stark told him, you rubbed your face, noticing that it was indeed a hotter temperature than you had anticipated for it to get.

“I’m actually here for-“

“Doll face!” Bucky spoke, routing around Vision and Wanda, a smile stretching across his face when he saw you. “I thought you got lost or something.”

He walked over to you, pressing his lips to your forehead, and brushed any of your hair out from your face. “I kinda did, I guess.” You shrugged, you didn’t think it had taken that long for you to get this far into the compound.

“Well I’m happy that I found you.” He pressed his lips shamelessly to your own, careless to the responses to his team.

“What the hell? How did Barnes get a girl before me?” Sam complained, Bucky could only smirk in reply, until he turned around.

“Well-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked, almost frustrated. This was the kind of news that the man expected after being frozen in ice, not on his day off.

“I was going to Stevie, I promise.” Buck informed him, leaning down to pick up a beer from the cooler that was seated upon the floor.

As he sat back down, he put his arm onto the back of the sofa, and you were inclined to lean into the warmness of his flesh. “But I get caught up in the normality of it all, I liked it. And I didn’t want bringing my two realities together to ruin anything.”

It was his honest response, he feared that if he were to introduce you to any of his friends, that you would play some kind of part in their battles. Whether that be by monitoring the computers, or calling in back up for them, he didn’t want any of that.

All he wanted was for you to remain exactly how you were, in the lifestyle that you were settled into. “I love everything about her, and I didn’t want a thing to change.”

“Well, what did change?” Nat counteracted, quirking her eyebrow as she sat beside his best friend. Her question made you now your head, and calm your smile.

For the third time, you raised your hand, it was your left one. “We’re getting married.” You answered, flashing off the ring.

It was the best time and excuse to meet the people that had practically became family to the man that swept you off of your feet. A gasp fell from Sam’s lips, staring at Barnes.

“I want best man.” He called, to which Steve was inclined to argue on that. The pair of you could only laugh at their behaviour, you were glad that the worlds that you lived in had finally met.

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wikia22 · 2 years

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My thoughts and feelings about Spider-Man: No Way Home. Beware of the long post (and I could have made it even longer - so many thoughts and aspects that I wanna discuss)

Spoilers

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Well, it finally happened. The movie we've been waiting for. The one that had so many theories, speculations, ideas, news and fake news (i don't even remember that much hype around the Endgame). Therefore I avoided news and posts like hell for the last 2-3 weeks. I gotta say - totally worth it! Because it was...amazing!

So Peter's life's gone to shit. Everybody knows his secret identity, half of the people think he's a killer, other half follows him with smartphones. Thank God all charges are lifted (hello Matt - so glad to see you in MCU officially), but the reputation’s gone to hell. Plus, he, Ned and MJ receive rejects from MIT due to all this mess. Well, I was worried about too many people knowing Spider-Man secret identity since Homecomming (cause there were too many indications in previous films/cartoons/tv series that there is no way Peter’s gonna reveal his secret identity to anyone (even his most beloved ones - like MJ or Aunt May). But now - best friend knows, his girlfriend, aunt May, her boyfriend, and pretty much all of the Avengers know. I knew it’s not gonna end well, and the ending of Far from Home confirms it. And No from Home makes it a really serious issue.

Next - main theme. I realized what was missing in MCU Spider-Man. He is shown in the universe with the Avengers, so at first Peter is trying to be like them, be part of that team, resemble his hero, Tony Stark. So it was obvious that MCU Spidey had a guide, superheroic mentor. Which is not bad, it’s quite interesting seeing this development, Spider-Man as a part of the team, but here for the first time we see Peter acting on his own, without guidance (actually against senior superhero’s command), that’s transforms him into the Spider-Man that we know and love since 2002.

Music - Michael Giacchino was great with his Arrachnoverture, but when I heard Electro-music by Hans Zimmer and them listened to track 19 - I teared up. Litteraly.

I absolutely adore how the heroes were portrayed. Tom Holland acts more serious and mature, more consumed by the guilt that he is failing everybody. Which causes him to go in the dark places of himself... The trials, challenges and the tragedy could change our sweet boy into a vengeful antihero. My heart as truly breaking for him...

MJ here is the best than before - no longer bitter sarcastic and obsessive truthteller, she is here for Peter, supporting him and caring for him. I could literally see little hearts in their eyes. Plus, MJ is wearing a piece of that broken necklace!

The villains are awesome - great ungrading of Max who looks cool in new costume. Doc Oc - was my favorite (confirmed) comeback guy. But Norman Osborn was the best of them all. His inner struggle with the Green Goblin - even more serious and scariest than before (because he’s talking without the helmet). Also new costume - so like the one in the comics!

And now - what we exicted the most! You know, I decided not to trust unconfirmed news untill I see it with my own eyes. And when Ned opened the first portal - my first thought: Oh my God! That’s Andrew’s suit! That’s Andrew’s suit!!! And when he got the mask off - I screamed, with everybody else! My God, he is so awesome, smart and hillarious! Cannot believe that they made him clean the webs on the celling! And it was the matter of minutes before the very first Spider-Man’s gonna appear... And here is Tobey! Still the same sweet, kind and polite guy that we last saw 14 years ago! Web-shooting with Andrew and backflips - way cooler than pointing fingers!

That shot with two Spider-Men on the full moon coming to help Peter... And this talk when they could totally understand whan Peter is going through, remembering their lost loved ones and saying this words once again: With great power comes great responsibility. What our young hero needed to hear in that moment.

Lab scene - both dramatic and hilarious. I’m happy that Tobey’s Peter really worked things out with his MJ, but still sad that Andrew’s Peter is still grieving and alone... But that the funny parts - Ned’s fear that the others best friend (btw the SAME best friend) tried to kill them and vows infront of everybody that he's not gonna do it (and that shoulder pat from Andrew). And WEB SHOOTERS - finally, the secret is revealed of Tobey’s own web and the other Spideys are totally fascinated by it!

When I dreamed about it, I imagined the trio sitting somewhere in top of a skyscrapper, eating pizza and sharing stories of their lifes as Spider-Man. Well, there was no pizza or a skyscrapper, but there is a Statue of Liberty with Cap’s shield (!) and Spideys are sharing stories! Helping with the back, continuing questions with organic web’s origins, taking about their coolest villains, and remain a certain someone, who is the Amazing Spider-Man...

Final showdown - too awesome. Swinging together with the full moon on the backgroung, curing villains one by one, meeting with old friends (like Doc Oc with Tobey’ Spidey, or Max with Andrew's and pondering of the existance of a black Spider-Man). And MJ’s fall - I held my breath when Tom went to her, only to be intercepted by the Goblin. And when I saw Andrew. I knew he’s gonna make it and finally have the closure (7 years since Gwen). Final duel with the Goblin - I was really worried for Tom’s Peter, seeing him for the first time in a violent rampage. I love it that his comrades were there to stop him and finally cure Norman. Way to go, Spideys! And that final hug - my only wish that Stan Lee could have seen it. That is really a defining moment for all generations of fans of Spider-Man in films. And both Tobey and Andrew look at Tom with such pride and joy...

When Peter came to Dr Strange with a request to make the world forget that he's Spider-Man, I've got the feeling that it's gonna be like the story in comics (with Mefisto and the same problem), but still, that was very hard and dramatic... Him saying goodbyes to his very best friends, doing final high five with Ned, kissing MJ. I still hope, that (maybe after some time) Peter will make friends with them (I hate the idea of him being alone).

The epilogue - Peter, making his new suit (sewing, like it should be) that resembles his comrades ones (and to me - the original suit from comic books and 1994 TV series as well), making the fresh start as Spider-Man. Good luck, Peter. Wish you the best in you new superhero life! Everything's gonna be alright.

#spiderman no way home #spider man #long post #spoilers #mcu #the best spiderman movie

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Natasha Romanoff’s child

Natasha Romanoff x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a HC for being Natasha's daughter? I think you haven't done it ^^ In love with your work btw ;)”

natasha saved you from a terribly cruel family that worked alongside HYDRA, they didn’t care much for you

she decided to take you in since she knew you couldn’t have a normal life after all that you’d already been through at such a young age

“think it’d be okay if you came home with me, sweetheart?”

you were happy to have a nice person in your life

she took off work for a while to help you settle in

natasha wished that she had a loving family growing up, or just anyone to support her

so this was how she was going to make it up

“do you want to talk about anything?”

“when dad was alive he hurt people. i didn’t like the sound of it”

her heart broke hearing such a young child have to be affected by something like that

she made sure you knew how much she loved you

you called her “miss nat” for a while

take your child to work day!!!!

she took you to SHIELD HQ

you LOVED IT you wandered off and watched other ppl work

“agent romanoff, why is your child on agent coulson’s shoulders” -fury

“my child loves to feel like their flying”

“alright, you make a fair point”

nick called you “litte agent” which sparked your inspiration to become a spy like natasha

“miss nat, i wanna be a spy when i grow up!”

“you do? well, you can do that if it’s what you really want”

you suddenly switched from “miss nat” to “momma nat” and she had to backtrack for a minute

“what did you call me?” she was BEAMING omg

“...momma”

she gave u momma bear kisses

over the years, you taught yourself the ways of an agent and a spy, asking momma nat for a few pointers here and there

also uncle clint offered to give you some help

“yeah, kid, just point and shoot”

“clint, i said ‘self defense’ classes, not ‘the most effective ways to murder someone’ classes”

“they go hand in hand, nat, you know this”

“what if i was wanting to teach them myself?”

“well, do you?”

*pulls him aside* “as a birthday present”

you really did well during any sort of training

guess you just take after your mom

when you were old enough, you applied to SHIELD (under y/n l/n instead of y/n romanoff) and passed every test that was thrown your way

“you’re a natural, l/n”

“thanks, i learned from the best”

you wanted to earn respect on your own, so you didn’t tell anyone your relationship with nat

and anyone who did know you before knew not to say anything about it

it was also a good move bc it put a target on your backs if any of your enemies discovered you were family, you’d rather not share bad guys

✨the avengers thought you were awesome✨

“y/n, you are so much cooler than your mom”

“say it again and i’ll dislocate your shoulder!” :)

clint is so entertained by you

tony just loves messing w you

“baby spider in the house!”

“spider? where? shall i kill it?” -thor

“no, thor, we’re just teasing y/n”

“do not joke about spiders, stark. one day, i may not answer your cries because i’ll figure you’re just joking”

“that got serious fast”

nat forgets youre grown sometimes

so she gets all protective of you and then goes 😳 when you kick someones ass for yourself

that’s her kiddo!!

getting thrown into the midst of a few avenger battles

but handling yourself pretty well if i do say so myself

nat hugged you a lot when you were a kid and she still does now

only longer bc she doesn’t like letting go often

“mom? you okay?”

“i just wanted a hug is all”

“oh, okay”

when u hug her back she remembers exactly why she chose to become a mother

she wanted to show you that love still exists in this world, even if you’re not shown it immediately

become sort of a role model/mentor to newer, younger avengers

i mean, wanda was about your age, so she asked you often what it was like to be so young and work as an avenger

you told her that when you’re given a life like this, your age doesn’t matter out in the field. it’s your choices that matter. once you begin to learn the ways of a team like this and you gain each other’s respect, that’s all there is to it

“your mother is the black widow?”

“that she is, mom first, widow second”

PETER PETER PETER

he fanboyed over you so hard when he met you and he had so many questions it never ended

“okay, so first: how do you do it? be so cool as a kid?”

“you take a deep breath and kick some ass”

“better advice than anything mr. stark has ever said to me—don’t tell him i said that please!”

you swore to secrecy

mother/daughter spy missions bc that’s AWESOME

choosing steve’s side in CW and honestly making her very proud of you

going on the run w her and team cap

which made for some very interesting memories

“mom, sam hid the tv remote from me”

“take the widow’s bite and give him a little shock so that he’ll budge”

“thanks! love you!”

big runaway family <3

“i like the new look, mom”

“yeah, i thought blonde might be pushing it but i guess it all worked out in the end”

rogue avengers -> avengers once more

well, those of you who were left

after most of your friends passed in the snap, you and your mom were more attached than ever, she felt like she would die if the two of you separated

sooner or later, it was time to fix past mistakes and go back in time

“i’ll see you in a minute, y/n, be careful” *forehead kiss*

“i will.”

and that was the last time you ever saw her

you ran into clints arms and sobbed

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i tried to stop her. she told me to tell you she loved you and she’s so proud of you”

if that wasn’t bad enough, you were attacked by another thanos and you fought with all your might

“is y/n okay?”

“just let them fight, they need this”

finally, the fighting was over and the avengers were triumphant, but at what cost?

tony’s funeral was held before nat’s

but natasha’s was bittersweet

and every week you bring flowers to her memorial site

the world wont forget her name

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iloveyou3thousand · 4 years

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I was wondering if you could do a Starker Werewolf au where Omega peter is from a different pack that left him to die in the woods and Alpha tony finds the omega bruised and battered well on a full moon run with the rest of avergers. Fluff insuses

Yuuuuuusss of course yes absolutely here it is

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The second their shift settled, the smell hit the entire pack, carried on the light breeze drifting through the woods. They all looked in the same direction, heads turning and noses pointing toward deeper in the dark forest, somewhere between the tall trees. They sniffed, collectively, and shared worried glances when it became apparent what that tangy, pungent smell was that accompanied that of a strange Omega.

It was blood.

Blood, and fear.

Tony was the first that took off running.

Naturally, the rest of the pack followed suit, the wordless decision that they were going to find this presumably injured Omega already made the second their Alpha took off.

The scent of the strange pack they assumed this Omega to be from had already filtered out from between the trees, which meant that there wasn’t a big chance they would run into other wolves. It also meant that the wolf whose scent they were picking up must have been left behind, and not as bait to lure in other wolves or other entire packs. It wasn’t a trap. It couldn’t be.

And if it was, Tony’s pack would be ready. But the scent of other wolves was too distant, aside of course from the one they were tracking now, and gaining upon rapidly.

There was no sound Tony or any other of the pack could pick up on, just the putrid smell of pain and suffering, and so Tony pushed harder, as the scent only became stronger the closer they got. Until they inevitably burst into what must have been the epicenter, and sure enough…

Among the leaves, lying against a large tree, was a small, light brown wolf. Tony stopped.

A pup, he thought immediately. But as he stepped closer slowly, he could see that he wasn’t quite as young as he first appeared to be, just…small.

A runt.

Tony trotted forward to assess the damage in the dark, approaching cautiously because although this wolf looked like he must have been a runt, and although he was clearly injured judging by the matted blood in his fur, he could still gather together protective strength and lash out. But the poor thing was breathing shallowly, eyes closed as if he didn’t even realize he was surrounded by a foreign pack. He should have been scared, or more scared than he already was, but it seemed he must have lost the energy to put up any defense.

The boy’s heartbeat was weak, slowed, his body limp on the ground. Tony could tell that he wasn’t going to have long, not if they stayed there. There wasn’t much of anything that they could do like this, with an injured, possibly dying wolf by their feet. But there was something about the boy that made Tony want to do whatever he could to help him. Something in the way he opened one eye and looked at him, in the way he whined softly, almost privately, as if just for Tony to hear.

With a lot of pain and effort, Tony forcefully shifted back into his human form, and was glad when the only other Alpha in their pack, Steve, shifted with him.

“This is going to hurt a little,” Tony murmured to the injured wolf, as he and Steve carefully scooped him up, and started carrying him back toward their cars.

It couldn’t have taken more than ten minutes, but the journey back was exhausting. The wolf was heavy, even with Steve and Tony sharing the weight between them, and the effort it took to remain human when the pull of the moon was so incredibly strong just tired them out more easily. But back at the cars, they had what they needed. And so once they arrived, it began.

A blanket was spread out on the forest bedding beside one of the cars, upon which they lay the injured wolf. Steve grabbed their med kit, and Tony inspected the strange wolf’s injuries, discovering deep bite marks and lashes that were going to be tricky to treat.

He had to shave a lot of the Omega’s fur to actually get to the wounds, apologizing over and over again as he went. Of course the fur would grow back eventually and it was more important that these wounds were stitched up, but it must have taken a chunk out of the stranger’s pride. At least a little bit.

He lay still though, and Tony got to work as best as he could with the resources they had.

It would have been better if they’d been able to take the wolf back to the compound, but Steve and Tony didn’t even need to exchange a single word on the matter, knowing fully well that it would be impossible, and most of all, very dangerous. What if one of them shifted behind the wheel? No. That wasn’t an option. This would have to do.

Tony came away with bloodied, shaking hands, but once all the gashes and punctures were sufficiently stitched together and the painkillers Steve had administered were kicking in, the strange wolf seemed to relax at last. His breathing was still slow, but no longer shallow. His chest rose and fell evenly, signifying a gentle, deep sleep.

The exhaustion from the impromptu surgery had Tony shifting back into his wolf form automatically, unbidden, but he couldn’t say he minded. He could see, from the corner of his eye, that Steve had done the same, slinking off to go find his mate between the trees and get settled somewhere comfortable.

Tony couldn’t have left even if he wanted to. That poor Omega. He couldn’t begin to fathom why another pack would have attacked him like that, why they’d leave him to die, why they’d hurt him that badly. Perhaps he didn’t want to know. He’d have to see come morning.

For now, he knew that the boy needed as much warmth as he could get to get him through the night and help his body start to heal, and being exhausted made it that much easier to lie down next to the Omega, and cuddle up to him without putting too much pressure onto any of the wounds. He was going to keep him warm throughout the night. They had already come this far.

Tony woke up with one arm slung over a shivering stranger. His first instinct was to pull him closer, as they had drifted apart a little throughout the night. A cool back settled against his chest, and the shivering slowly subsided, paired with a pleased sigh. Tony didn’t realize what was happening until he woke up a second time, later, to shuffling around him.

His pack had returned from the night in the woods, and they were all quietly gathering their things, getting dressed and finding the breakfast they had left in large coolers in the cars, talking quietly among themselves.

Tony blinked his eyes open to the back of a head of blond hair, and it took him a second to recognize the color from the night before. So it wasn’t light brown. It was blond. He smiled tiredly to himself, sat up, and looked down at the still asleep stranger.

The stitches looked messy in the daylight, but they were relatively clean, and neat considering Tony had made them with little to no light, in the middle of the woods, with limited tools. With the help of his pack, they put the boy onto the backseat of his car, swathed in blankets and with water to drink and something to eat nearby just in case.

The boy slept the whole ride home, and only woke shortly before they were about to turn onto the compound grounds.

“Where am I?” A soft voice from behind Tony asked, and Tony looked over his shoulder to see the boy’s soft brown eyes had opened, and he was looking around a little dazedly.

“You’re in my car. I’m taking you back to mine, to get you looked after. You took a pretty big hit last night.”

The boy tried to sit up, but visibly winced. “Where is my pack?” Was the second thing he asked.

Tony didn’t like the answer he had to give, but he knew that he was going to have to rip that bandaid sooner rather than later. He didn’t want to prolong any pain or any useless wondering. “They’re gone, kiddo. They left you behind. They left you to die.”

The backseat was quiet for a few moments, and in the rearview mirror Tony could see that the young Omega was staring, just staring at nothing in particular, probably lost in thought. His expression was pinched, and he was sure that was because of the pain he was undoubtedly experiencing, be it physical or emotional. His pack had left him to die. That must have been a shock.

“I could have seen it coming,” the boy ended up murmuring to himself, though it was loud enough for Tony to hear in the front seat.

“What’s your name, kid?” Tony asked.

“Peter. I could have known. They never liked me to begin with. I knew they were planning something. They were always so…” he trailed off, and Tony didn’t like the look on his face when he glanced in the rearview mirror again. He looked so sullen, his lips pressed together and eyes on something outside the car window, as if he was trying not to cry.

“Hey,” Tony said softly but urgently, and he reached behind himself to offer Peter his hand, palm up, despite the awkward angle, “I know this is a lot to take in, and we only just met, but fuck those guys. Forget about them. I’m Tony, I’m the Alpha of the pack that found you, and we don’t treat our Omegas like that. I promise.”

Peter looked down at the hand, waiting so patiently, offered up for what seemed like nothing other than to comfort him. And so slowly, realizing that while he was hurting and while he’d just lost his own pack there was also someone out there who had picked him up and dusted him off and taken him in, he lay his hand in Tony’s, and was shocked by just how warm it was and just how inexplicably incredible it felt to hold it. A calm washed over him, a calm he didn’t think he’d ever felt before, and when he looked up he met the warm brown eyes of the Alpha in the front seat through the rearview mirror.

“You’re one of us now, Peter,” Tony promised softly, and gently squeezed the Omega’s hand, “Welcome to the Stark pack.”

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tonystarkissist · 3 years

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Extremis / Exhaustion - Villainous July

Part 3 of “Oh Sweet Child, The Things I’d Do for You...”

Summary: Peter faces a demon whose chased him ever since his Uncle’s death. He can’t fail. Not again.

Rating: Teen (For language and Thematic Material)

Word Count: 2.15k

Trigger Warning: So, there is some severe depression talk and it's not technically suicidal more like, 'I don't care if I go to sleep and never wake up again' thoughts. So tread lightly please.

A/N: These two themes were pretty integrated into last chapter as well, they are just more prominent here. And just for the sake of technicalities, Peter is weak from exhaustion and malnutrition, so he is not at his strongest. I am not ignoring his canonical powers, I am just addressing basic biology which I do believe still applies to enhanced humans.

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Something in him stirs… and Peter lunges.

He’s driven by a manic frenzy first festering, then bursting from his chest, and he releases a guttural scream.

This man… the audacity of this man. The audacity of Tony Stark. After what he did? He thinks he has any right to be alive? To smile? He deserved a painful, torturous death and not even that would be enough to atone for the sins he committed, but Peter was more than eager for the opportunity to inflict the punishment himself.

He thinks of his Aunt May, and his Uncle Ben, both who died because of the actions of this selfish so-called hero standing before him. The last two members of Peter’s family… gone, because of Tony Stark. The last two people on the earth that loved him and who he loved in return.

“Ben!” May screamed beside him from their place ducked behind a totaled car. “Ben get back here!”

They had decided to meet up with Uncle Ben during his lunch break. They were going out to celebrate his promotion to Police Captain... he was still in uniform. They were gonna go to Delmar’s.

There was screaming all around from the various New Yorkers fleeing the area. Car alarms blaring all up and down the street from the abandoned vehicles scattered across the demolished freeway. Peter had to clamp his hands over his ears to drown out all the scary noises, tears streaking through the dust and dirt coating his face, but he could still hear the screaming no matter how hard he pressed against his ears. Especially May’s.

He stares at his Uncle standing on top of a car in the middle of the street, acting as a shield of sorts for the hoard of people gathered around him, trying to flee. He waved his hands in the air, shouting above everyone else's screams, trying to direct them away from the danger.

And then there was Iron Man…

Peter hadn’t seen the news, or the stories people had been telling. So when the ground started shaking and the loud explosion sounded from the Avengers Tower Peter thought it was like the alien attack a year ago and he couldn’t help but feel that same fear he felt the year prior. So, when Iron Man descended from the sky, hovering heroically above the street of debris where they were located a couple blocks down from the Tower, Peter felt a breath of relief escape from his lungs. Iron Man was there… it was all going to be alright. They were safe. Iron Man would protect them like he always did. He’d make sure no aliens would be able to hurt him or his Aunt May.

The armor looked even cooler and shinier in person than it did on his posters and toys. And he was on the verge of cheering at the sight of his long-time hero, but then Ben lifted up his gun to aim at the suit of armor and any form of celebration died in his throat. Instead a muffled squeak puffed out from his lips as he stared at his uncle in shock.

“Ben?” He whispered. He feels May’s arms wrap tighter around him, pulling him close to her chest. She must have sensed his instinct to run out there and remind his Uncle that Iron Man was a good guy and he was there to help.

“Stark,” Ben calls, aim following the hovering suit.

“Ben Parker,” the suit rumbles like he’s speaking through a chuckle, voice slick and metallic. “You weren’t at your precinct when I came looking for you.” It was spoken in a sweet manner, yet also with an underlying sneer

Peter watches his uncle nervously shift on his feet. How did Iron Man know his name? And where he worked? Were they friends? And if they were friends then why was Uncle Ben pointing his gun at Mr. Stark? Ben always told him to never ever touch guns and to never point them at people because it could hurt someone really bad. Did Ben want to hurt Mr. Stark?

The faceplate folds back and Peter’s eyes widen at the sight of the man he’d only ever seen on TV. He looked different now. ”I saw all the redacted reports, Parker. I know exactly what you did.”

“You don’t have to do this, Mr. Stark.” Ben shouted, hand beginning to visibly shake.

Mr. Stark frowned. “But I do.” The suit slowly approached Ben, still standing tall atop the car. “I’ve been down the path I was headed… and I’ll be portrayed as the villain no matter which path I follow. So why not accomplish something for a change.” He smiles. “All you two-faced liars… afraid of all your dirty little secrets getting out... With me… there is complete transparency. I’ve got nothing left to lose.” He’s close now, only a yard or two away from Ben, and Peter stares with his breath caught in his lungs. “And what better way to start my journey than cleansing the world of dirty scum like you.”

Ben shoots as soon as the words come from the man’s mouth, gun aimed at the exposed skull of Tony Stark, and Peter screams. He wrenches himself away from his aunt, stumbling forwards in reaction to the sudden ‘BANG’ of the gun and the subsequent ringing in his ears that followed it. He’s forgiven Ben for many things, but he would never forgive him for killing his hero…

But Mr. Stark only grins. He doesn’t fall, or bleed like any human would after being shot… instead… he shoots back. His helmet snaps into place and he lifts his arm all in one instant, and Peter goes silent, watching as his Uncle is sent flying off the car and begins skidding along the concrete behind him after a blinding flash of light. It all happened so fast, and by the time Peter was able to tear his eyes away from his Uncle’s body lying mangled on the asphalt, arms askew and a gaping hole steaming in the center of his chest, Iron Man had already disappeared. Peter wasn’t sure what to feel about it as he watched his hero disappear.

Relief? Liberation? Sadness? Fear?

He turned to find May sobbing, hands lifted to her mouth to muffle her wailing shrieks, tears welling in his own eyes upon seeing her bitter distress. Iron Man wasn’t supposed to hurt people and make people sad… he was supposed to help them.

Then he finally found a word.

Betrayal…

How could his hero do something so cruel?

He’s had to relive that moment so many times through the years, and this one was the only time it had truly sickened him.

Tony Stark murdered an innocent man in cold blood. A good man. A hero, some would consider him to be. Ben helped people, he cared for them. It didn’t matter what Peter’s own personal feelings towards him were… he was a good man at heart. Peter truly believed that.

And now, at that moment, the rawness of the memory felt like a fresh wound. Ben died. May died. And now he had nothing to hope for or look forward to in his future besides this. Besides the debilitating guilt driving him to choose a career that would probably end in him being killed before the age of 30, in some senseless attempt to prove his worth to the world and to the family he had lost. And it was all thanks to Tony Stark.

It was because of him he will never have a family.

Any hope or prospect of happiness had been ripped away from him from the ripe age of 10-years-old, and it made him livid.

Peter’s arms flail wildly with an impassioned effort to hurt the man. To make him feel the same pain he’s inflicted on others.

“Hey,” The heavy voice enlivens him with awareness, just in time to feel his wrists grabbed with rough hands that push his back against the wall behind him like it was an effortless attempt. He felt heat curl along his wrists and sweaty palms, piercing through the thin cotton of his jacket. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, kid. So stop it.”

Stark’s body is close, eyes glimmering and brows pulled together in irritation. He towers over Peter and Peter felt so very small beneath the man’s harsh gaze, but it wasn’t enough for him to give in to the demands. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His chest hurt and his throat was swelled with a wild desperation and he couldn’t fucking breathe!

He sees May, sitting beside him, driving down the highway at a speed far from safe. Tears trailing from her eyes, down her dusty cheeks as she sobbed… Then they hit the car in front of them… May died… trying to get them away from the city… away from the very same Tony Stark standing in front of him… who was very much alive.

How could it get any more unfair than that?

He couldn’t let this killer get away. He couldn’t… His conscience wouldn’t let him walk away without some blood to show for it.

So he pushed, milking the last of his strength out of his exhausted and weakened muscles to escape from the restraint of Stark’s grip, and the man was pushed back a couple feet. Peter’s only able to land a couple staggering blows on him before Stark has him pinned once more. His grip was strong; far stronger than possible for an unenhanced human.

Peter struggles against him, but it was no use. He could quite literally feel the energy being sucked from his body, a strange sting and numbness encompassing both his arms and legs as they finally gave in.

He cried, choking on an angry sob as he threw one last clumsy punch. Stark easily catches it and pins his hand back in place against the brick wall. He pushes most of his body weight onto him, and Peter can feel the heat emitting from the man’s glowing skin. It was hard to miss with the striking contrast of the cold evening.

“No,” he sobbed. He couldn’t fail. What kind of hero was he if he couldn't even avenge the death of his aunt and uncle?

A heavy weight settles over his bones and the overwhelming anguish and realization of his progressing failure breaks the balance he’s been able to maintain, crushing the last of his willingness to stand, and he crumbles.

He was hungry. He was tired. And most importantly… he was a failure. He was weak.

Tony slowly lowered to the ground with him, keeping a firm grip on his wrists and around his waist as he did so.

Peter cries.

He was just so tired. He had no fight left in him. He just wanted to curl up on the cold ground and cry himself to sleep so he could wake up in the morning and see it had all just been some terrible dream. He just wanted to sleep. To just forget the nightmare that was happening right now and go back to the time when Tony Stark was nothing more than a subject of study in his research project for school.

In fact, he wouldn’t mind so much if he just didn’t wake up at all. What more was there for him to be living for. The only person that would miss him was Ned, and maybe even MJ and Mr. Delmar… but they’d get over it eventually. They’d move on and find someone else to take his place in their busy lives. And actually If Tony Stark decided to kill him right now he didn’t think he’d mind. It’d be the smart move to make on the man’s part, since y’know, Peter’s seen his face and all that.

At least he’d finally be able to sleep through the night… he’d never have to wake up ever again actually. He was so tired of being alive, of living every day, having to act like everything was fine, just because the world wouldn’t stop spinning because he was having a shitty day.

He cried, mourning for the life he never had the chance to live. Although, he supposed he should have mourned for that years ago. His death wasn’t what had taken that chance away from him…

He felt a heavy hand fall onto the hood covering his head, followed by a soothing stroke that ran down his neck and trailed down the spine at his upper back. The weight acted as a steady comfort, grounding him to the reality of his own mortality, and the humm and soft shush that followed it tickled his chest, finally releasing enough pressure to give him the ability to find his breath.

“Shhh.”

And he choked on a hard sob at the momentary feel of serene relief.

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 years

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Spider-Verse: Predators ch24

Marvel | Starker

Peter Parker is barely keeping it together. Dealing with Gwen Stacy's death, Harry Osborn going MIA, and MJ refusing to take his calls, has the guy feeling seriously run down. Now to top it off, his uncle Ben is facing serious prison time. Fortunately or unfortunately, New York's own Kingpin of Crime, Tony Stark, has offered him a deal to save his uncle. On a positive note, this Kingpin guy is kind of hot. Is it wrong to sleep with a murderous criminal?

Rating: Explicit

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The lab was in shambles. Lights hung from the ceiling, bits of metal and glass littered the floor. It was impossible to safely navigate the place without his suit. Even Tony wore his fancy new nanobot tech as he investigated the damage. On a normal day, Peter would be babbling and investigating the swarm of intelligent minibots that covered the man's body, but now he sat, watching the crack in the glass start to grow.

“How long... do you think?” Peter asked.

Tony swiped a hand through his hair. “A few hours as best. Once the glass breaks-”

“I know. We can't keep him in stasis without the chamber. You really don't have another one?”

“I'm sorry, Pete. That alien freak broke everything. There were three others, but they're all broken.There's one we might be able to repair, but I don't think it will be in time.” Broken glass crunched over his feet as he left the tech he was fiddling with to come stand behind Peter. His large metal hands covered his shoulders. “What's your plan when it does break?”

“I don't know,” Peter sighed. “I don't know, Tony...”

Tony kissed the top of his head. “I'm here with you, baby.”

Yes, Peter felt warmer, safer to hear it. He even let his eyes close for a moment and pretend none of this had happened. The problem was that Tony couldn't protect him from this. When the stasis chamber that was containing the half formed Lizard broke, Harry's transformation would begin again. He would be left mindless and destructive. And there was no cure. Tony had been trying for months to find one and never did. They could sedate him, keep him tranquilized, but would it work? There were no guarantees.

“Let's fix it. The other chamber.”

“Okay,” Tony agreed. Peter was admittedly surprised. He expected the man to remind him how much work it would take and how much time and how little time they had. He had expected Tony to insist on putting a bullet in Harry's face the minute they realized that the glass was breaking. Peter had changed something in him after all. He cared a little bit more. Or maybe he just cared about Peter.

They got to work. Half of their time was spent by Tony explaining to him what every little part was for. Peter knew machines well enough, but he wasn't the genius who built his own stasis chamber and there was a lot to learn. More time was spent teaching Peter what to do before they could do anything, than Peter would have liked. After a few hours, he understood well enough what everything was and they settled into a rhythm in their repairs. Most of Peter's work was done at the 3D-printer while Tony fiddled with the machine, but it was a system that worked well enough.

Peter was repairing a broken wire when Tony put down the tools in his hands. His head tilted up toward the ceiling and he sighed.

“What is it?”

“We should just let him out,” he said, looking away at the wall.

“What?” Peter stared. He couldn't be serious. Let the Lizard out?

Tony looked at him. “Murdock wants his blood. You heard him, right? He wanted his alien pal to get the blood from the cooler, but they didn't get it. There's not a single bag or vial missing. If we turn your lizard friend loose then Matt will go after him.”

“We can't do that! He could kill someone.”

“And Matt could kill you! Or your aunt for that matter. I don't know if you've noticed this, but Matthew is a literal fucking ninja. If he wants to slip into Aunty May's house while you're not around, I can't promise you that my people will notice.”

Peter shook his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the wall. “Then I'll go home. Until we get him. I should have been home.”

Tony turned his head away and Peter knew that he'd hurt him. It was the obvious thing to do, but Tony could be surprisingly fragile. He needed Peter close. If he stopped coming to the tower it could damage their relationship. He couldn't leave May to die either way. He'd do a lot of things for Tony, but not that. Maybe he'd been naive to think that she was safe all this time.

His spider sense flared up at the back of his neck. There was someone else in the lab. Peter turned, watching, listening. He raised his arm, ready to fire and Tony followed suit. Then a woman entered the room.

Peter recognized her blonde hair and glasses. Betrayal cut at him. He had sort of thought they were allies. Elsa held her hands up in innocence.

“I know you're mad. I get it, but I think we can help you.” Her eyes wandered to Harry, half covered in scales, in his cracked containment chamber.

“Is my security team sleeping? How did you get in here?” Tony said.

“We're good at getting into places we're not supposed to be.”

“Oh yeah? Who's we?” Tony asked. Before Peter could explain, there was Venom rising in a goopy, snake-like form from Elsa's shoulder. “Alright, explain yourself.”

“Murdock betrayed us, too. He helped us once, because he hoped that we would owe him. Except that it didn't go like he planned.”

“You're not making a great case for yourself,” Peter said.

“Yeah, maybe get to the part where we care,” Tony added.

Elsa sighed. “Men,” she huffed. “My other isn't stable. Never was. I created it, but things happened, we bonded too soon. I shouldn't have taken it out of containment until it was ready. Long story short, I needed something to stabilize it. After months of research, my work suggested that something like Spiderman wasn't so different from my symbiote. In theory anyway. I don't know how he found out, but Murdock came. He said that he could get me a sample of Spiderman's blood. If I were willing to kill Spiderman for him.”

Peter heard the whir of Tony's repulsor charging. “Please wait,” Elsa sighed. “You'll only piss them off and we didn't come here to kill you.”

Tony let the charge die, but he kept his arm raised.

“Anyway,” she began again. “He got me the blood and it helped, for a while. Spiderman's blood stabilized Venom and gave them new abilities as well. We were stronger than ever. And then the bond started to break. We got sick.I realized that something in your blood was breaking down our cells. You might have spider-like abilities, but you're not actually a man bonded to a spider. You're still made of human parts. We aren't.We're an amalgamation of two different creatures. Like the Lizard. We need to know what keeps the Lizard's form stable once it bonds to a human body.”

Tony whistled. “That was a lot. You think that up on the cab ride over?”

“It's true!” Elsa shouted. Venom growled.

“Eat him,”it hissed.

“Hush, love,” she said. “Please, Mr. Stark.”

“What is it you want?” Peter asked. He finally lowered his arm and took a step forward hoping to resolve the tension before another fight broke out. All it would take was another hard hit and the glass protecting Harry would shatter. They'd have a whole host of other problems.

Elsa wrapped her arms around herself. Venom nuzzled into her hair. “If we allow Venom to bond with this lizard boy, I'm almost certain that Venom will be able to separate the lizard parts from the human parts and bond with them. We've been practicing. It's possible that it won't work, but if Venom can bond with the Lizard and draw it out from the boy and carry it over in to me it will save the boy from the Lizard and possibly give us a way to stabilize our bond.”

“If that's even possible, it makes sense... Sorta.” Peter shrugged.

Tony sighed. “It's your boyfriend.Your call.”

Peter shot a glare over his shoulder. Then he crossed the dirty floor and he looked at Harry sleeping in his goop. Maybe they could fix the other chamber, maybe they could sedate him if the glass broke too soon, maybe they could eventually engineer a cure, but how long would Harry stay this way? He could wake up an old man. His heart ached. He'd done so much to hurt him already. Maybe he could save him. At least from this. From the first big mistake Spiderman ever made. And maybe he could finally be free of the Lizard himself.

“We'll try it. What are the odds this hurts Harry if it doesn't work?”

Elsa shrugged. “I'm sorry, but no one has ever done anything like this before. He could reject Venom immediately. Venom could make a mistake and separate the wrong cells.The Lizard could do any number of unpredictable things. There's no way of knowing.”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “For what it's worth, I know that my other will do everything possible. We have a stake in this, too.”

If she were telling the truth, she would die if this didn't work. Not just Harry. This could easily go from a cure to a disaster. If they didn't anything try at all, Elsa would still die. Despite having destroyed Tony's lab, she seemed like a decent person who just wanted to live with the slime monster she loved.

“Please,Spiderman,” Venom rumbled.

Peter nodded. “Okay. Let's give it a shot.”

Elsa helped Peter clean off a cot for Harry while Tony went to his computer. It started draining the goop from the chamber. Then they could remove the IV and all the sensors and pull him out. They might not have long before the sedation wore off once the IV was out.

“Do you think we should keep him sedated when we pull him out?” Pete wondered. “He could take someone's head off.”

“It could put Venom out, too,” Elsa frowned. “We'll just have to be careful.”

“I have something that might help, but it won't work forever,” Tony said. He went to the storage along the wall. Half of the cupboards were smashed, but one that was intact unlocked at Tony's touched. “I didn't make them big enough to fit a lizard man, but they'll hold him until he'd fully transformed.” He held up a pair of dense metal handcuffs.

“If all goes to plan, he never will,”Elsa said.

Peter sighed. “Nothing in my life goes to plan.” Still, he pulled open the door and caught Harry as he slipped out. Tony grabbed his legs and together they moved hin onto a cot. Harry groaned in his sleep.

“Clock's ticking,” Tony cautioned.

Elsa stepped up to the bedside. Venom stretched, becoming a long, writhing, stream of goo that moved from Elsa into Harry. The goop seemed to absorb through his skin, disappearing without a trace. Elsa gave a huff of breath. Nothing seemed to change with Harry, but Elsa was visibly anxious. Her shoulders twitched and her eyes were locked on to the spot in Harry's chest when Venom had disappeared to.

“How long do you think?” Peter asked.

She didn't move, didn't look away. “We practiced on rats mostly. It took a few hours. Could be days given the size and complexity of a human/lizard hybrid. And they'll be taking the most possible care.”

Tony eyed the room around them. Peter remembered just how badly it was all falling apart. It was a miracle the building overhead didn't sink down into it. “Elsa, do you have somewhere we can keep them until it's done?”

“I can monitor things from my apartment.” She reached out, her hand going to Harry's arm only to draw back. “I'll call you if anything happens.”

“Good or bad,” Peter agreed.

Cradling Harry's scaly form in webbing, Peter dragged him up the broken elevator shaft. Tony carried Elsa. She seemed distraught and Peter felt for her. He and Tony were codependent enough. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be separated from a partner who you otherwise shared a body with. It was obvious just how romantically attached they were and how odd was that in the first place? To be in love with the sentient goo you made in a lab.

Elsa lived in one of the cheapest apartments on this side of the city, or any side for that matter. Peter remembered how bad this particular building was from his time looking at apartments with MJ. The place smelled as bad as he remembered. The clutter of old food containers in Elsa's apartment certainly fit in with the aesthetic of the place and there was a faint smell of something dead coming from the overflowing trash can.

Peter tucked Harry into Elsa's bed. He grumbled as he Peter set him down. “Call me if he changes at all. If he moves, if he says something, anything.”

“You got it.” Elsa stood, leaning against the door frame. Her face was twisted with worry. He wanted to assure her that this would work, that everything was going to be fine, but he just didn't know. This was all her research, all her experiment, and yes if it went sideways then it would all be on her. Still, it was her life that was at stake, hers and Harry's. She caught his eye and they shared a look that said it all. She nodded, then he brushed gently passed her.

Tony was toeing at a stack of science magazines that could have been dated years back.

“Ready to head out?”

Peter nodded. He looked over his shoulder and sighed. “I guess so.”

“Sure you don't want to hold your boyfriend's hand until he wakes up?”

Peter shot him a glare. “What's your problem?”

Tony shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Whatever. Let's not do this here.” Peter flipped out of the window and dropped down toward the street. He swung up on a web over the next building then down again. He swung his way up a few blocks, letting the rush of air calm his mind. He had enough on his mind with Harry's life being in danger. He didn't need Tony's jealousy weighing on him. Why had he even bothered to help him if he was going to be a dick about it? Swinging past a window covered in signs for the upcoming mayoral election, it occurred to him that it might not have been about him at all.

Tony was in his office when Peter swung back in through the window. He'd taken off his suit and was fiddling with the sleeve of his under armor. He kept his back turned as Peter came in, but they were going to have it out whether he wanted to or not.

Peter tapped his foot on the floor, debating where to start. “Were you ever actually looking for a cure?”

Tony turned. His expression was insulted. “Was I- of course of I was. Would I have given it to the boy if I found it, though? That's the question you should be asking.”

Peter's jaw clenched and he shook his head. “Why the hell did I ever trust you with this?”

“Because you had no one else,” Tony pointed out. “And because you can trust me.”

“Can I? You were going to use him as leverage against Norman. Why? So you could campaign against him?”

Tony snorted. “I don't need to be mayor, Peter. That's just silly.”

No, Tony was Kingpin and unfortunately that made him more powerful than the mayor. “You were going to get him elected.”

Tony nodded and gestured for him to continue. “And then? What happens next in my genius plan?” He turned away to pour himself a drink.

“And then you control the legal side of the city as much as the underground. Because you have his son. Because if you had a cure you could hold it over him. You wanted to let Harry out so that Norman would owe you everything when you cured him.”

“Well not exactly.” Tony sipped his drink. He leaned back against the table. “I didn't lie to you, Peter. I will never lie to you.” Peter didn't fall for his melting chocolate eyes. “There is no cure. Not yet. By the time we have one, the Lizard will be no more, one way or the other. I was going to let the boy out, let him do some big scary property damage, eat someone's cat, whatever, and then let Osborn know that I know that the Lizard is his son.”

“And he wouldn't want the city to know that. He'd do anything.”

Tony smiled. “Bingo. Now you're thinking like the Kingpin.”

Peter shook his head. “Fuck you,Tony.”

The man rolled his eyes. “I was never going to let anything happen to your boyfriend.”

“He's not my boyfriend! You are!”Peter tugged off his mask and paced the floor with it in his hands.“I wish you would just act like it instead of confusing me with all your jealously immediately after pretending that you're capable of putting all of that aside and helping me when I need you to and I don't get you, Tony-” He looked up, realizing then that Tony had set his drink down to stalk towards him somewhere during his babbling.

There was a dark possessive quality to his eyes. Peter let him crowd him in until he was backed into the wall. “Tell me again,” he rumbled. “Who am I?”

There was so much heat rolling between them it was smothering. Despite that he was barely two inches shorter than Tony, he was leaning over him enough to make him feel small, arms caging him in.

“My boyfriend,” Peter answered.

Tony nodded, a grin threatening to curl his lips. “And what are you?”

“Yours?” Peter said, hoping to appease whatever dark desire was growing in his eyes.

Tony's hand twitched against the wall and he could feel it against his throat without it ever touching him. “My everything.”

“Yours,” he said again, in a daze.There was a tension building between them. When Tony pressed their bodies together, Peter sighed with relief as the tension resolved.This was everything he needed. He let his hands wrap around the back of Tony's neck. He soaked up the press of Tony's hands on his waist. The man buried his face in his neck. There was no kissing or teasing, just warmth and comfort as they resolved their jealousy and hurt without another word. They stayed that way until the press of the wall into his back became uncomfortable and Peter gently pushed Tony back a step.

Tony sighed. “I've been selfish, asking you to come back here all this time while Murdock is out there. He'll recover from his injuries soon. You should be with your aunt.”

Peter pressed his forehead against Tony's. “It's going to kill me to be without you.”

"We can survive anything."

"I'll only be a call away."

Tony grinned. "Don't I know it."

#marvel #starker #spiderverse predators #kingpin!tony #dark!peter #au fic #earth 65

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littleredwolf · 3 years

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Confessions

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Summary: Defeating the galaxy’s biggest foe and being brought to the brink of death causes Tony to get a little sentimental.

Warnings: Endgame spoilers.

Word Count: 1,969

A/N: I hope you enjoy some Tony fluff. ^^

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You chewed your lip as you glanced at the clock for what felt like the millionth time, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter with each second that passed. You turned your attention to the door opposite, your leg bouncing erratically as you resisted the urge to jump out of your seat and charge through it in your impatience. You hardly dared to think about what was going on on the other side, all manner of scenarios rushing through your head.

What was taking so long? Had something gone wrong?

That last thought alone caused your breath to catch in your throat and you hastily got up and walked to the nearby water cooler, busying yourself by filling a plastic cup and gulping down the lukewarm liquid. It wasn't the most refreshing experience, but it eased the lump in your throat. When the sound of the door handle turning filled your ears you whipped around to face it, eyes wide as a doctor and nurse emerged. You looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to break the news. You hoped it was good news.

"Everything is fine," the doctor assured with a polite smile. "He's going to need a little rehabilitation and there's a few things to keep a careful eye on, but he's going to be okay."

The sigh of relief you breathed could have knocked them both off their feet, as all the anxiety and uneasiness that had been building up over the last 12 hours fizzled and ebbed away.

"Can I see him?" You asked hopefully, chewing your lip again as you nervously awaited a reply.

The doctor and nurse shared a knowing look, before the doctor gave you a sympathetic smile.

"You can see him," he nodded, "but please keep in mind what he's been through. He's going to be okay but he is in pretty bad shape - just keep that in mind and try not to be too alarmed when you see him."

You nodded in understanding, a new wave of anxiety rolling over you as you placed a hand on the door handle. After what seemed like an eternity you were finally going to see him. So many hours of waiting with nothing to do but replay the last time you saw him over and over and over again - it had driven you almost mad. Now, you were allowed to see him, and it all felt so surreal.

Taking a deep breath, you swallowed your nerves and stepped inside.

The rhythmic humming and beeping of machines filled the otherwise silent room, and as you laid your eyes upon the figure on the bed you felt a wave of emotions overwhelm you. Relief, shock, worry, guilt, happiness, sadness, all swirling around like a chemical cocktail. You stepped forward with legs that felt like lead and stopped at the end of the bed, resting a hand on the frame and just looking at him. Taking him all in.

Tony Stark, the symbol of strength and durability, lay bruised and broken before you, tucked beneath a crisp white hospital blanket. A multitude of wires snaked out from beneath the cover, attached to various machines that monitored who knew what - all that mattered was that they were keeping him stable. The beeping of the heart monitor was like a symphony to your ears, reassuring you that he was okay, he was alive. After everything that had happened, Tony Stark was alive.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as the weight of the situation hit you. It could so easily have gone the other way. Using the gauntlet against Thanos should have killed him, the power in the stones more than any human could endure, yet somehow, against all odds, he'd survived. For once in your life, you were grateful for his stubbornness.

"Are you gonna stare at me this whole time or are you actually gonna say something?" Tony's voice cut through the silence, weak but still filled with his usual sarcasm, and you jumped at the sudden sound, blushing in embarrassment for getting caught staring. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and came closer to sit beside him.

"I thought you were asleep," you said softly, voice threatening to break.

"That's even creepier," he remarked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Nice to see you still have your crappy sense of humour," you teased, causing him to pout.

"Hey, you're supposed to be nice to me, I almost died."

"Really? You're playing that card already?" It was surprising how easy it was to fall back into your old habit of swapping banter - it made the current situation a lot easier to deal with, which you suspected was exactly why Tony was doing it. The serious talk would come later, when he was ready, but for now you were happy to lean on humour as a coping mechanism.

"Just tell me, how's the face? Because that's the real money maker."

You took the opportunity to really look at him, heart sinking as your eyes trailed over every bruise and cut and scar - reminders of what he'd been through. He looked a mess, but it was a relief to see that the impish glint was still in his eyes.

"Well, you're not gonna get any calls from Vogue anytime soon, but it'll do," you shrugged, unable to stifle a giggle.

"Ouch!" He gasped, holding a hand to his heart.

A heavy silence followed and you found yourself struggling for what to say next. When Tony’s hand touched yours you looked up to meet his eye.

"I'm okay," he reassured, squeezing your hand. "I'm okay."

You shared a smile as your eyes filled with more tears, and you finally allowed the emotions you’d been holding back to break through.

"I was so scared," you breathed, inching closer and gripping his hand tighter. "I thought we'd lost you."

It seemed wrong that he was the one who'd almost died yet you were the one sitting there crying, but now that you'd started you couldn't stop, as sobs ripped through you and the tears just kept coming. Tony did his best to comfort you, rubbing circles into the palm of the hand he was still holding and encouraging you to let it all out. He'd been through hell, but he could only imagine what it must have been like for his friends to witness it all unfold.

"You could've just said if I looked that bad, you know."

"Shut up," you giggled through your tears, taking a series of breaths to help calm down.

"You know, there's something I realised while I was busy thinking I was dead…”

"Yeah? What's that?"

"We may be a bunch of superheroes with fancy technology and the best gadgets money can buy, but it only takes one crazy guy, high on power, to bring it all crashing down."

"I'd really rather not think about that just yet."

"Sorry, it's just...I nearly died, and of all the things in my life I've messed up or regretted, not getting this off of my chest would have been my biggest mistake."

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, sitting straighter in your chair in preparation for what he had to say.

"When I thought it was over and was heading towards the light - yeah, it's real - I didn't see God or St Peter or any other bearded guy waiting for me...I saw you,"

"What?"

He nodded, "I was done, Y/N. I was ready to die. I knew all along that's how it was going to end, and I'd accepted that. I was sick of fighting, just delaying the inevitable. I was ready to go, but then, right at the end, I saw you, and I remembered why I'd been fighting so hard in the first place."

You weren’t entirely sure where this was going, but your heart beat just that little bit faster in anticipation anyway.

It was no lie that you’d harboured feelings for Tony over the years, but you'd never once expected that he might actually feel the same. It was much easier to bury it away than admit how you felt about someone with his reputation.

"I couldn't leave without telling you how I really felt. Because it's you, Y/N, it's always been you - you've set me straight when I've lost my way, you've pulled me back from the edge more times than I can count. You've stopped me getting carried away, going overboard. You've always been there making sure I stayed on the right path, and I guess I wasn't ready to admit it before but, I kinda liked the thought of you having my back. I guess nearly dying puts things into perspective, but I just know that I couldn't leave without telling you how I really feel."

You stared, dumbfounded, as he babbled on. "Tony, what are you trying to say?"

At this point you were pretty sure your heart had stopped beating altogether, that familiar knot of anxiety twisting in your chest again. He took a deep breath as he carefully contemplated his next words.

"I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time, but I never wanted to admit it because I knew that if I did it would mean it was real. I've spent so many years building this persona, wrapping myself up in a safety blanket and hiding away from my emotions. I didn’t want to just lay everything out for the world to see and make myself vulnerable."

"But. You're Tony Stark."

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"You're one of the biggest names in the world. You're important. I'm just a nobody."

"You're not a nobody, Y/N. Not to me."

Tears filled your eyes again but this time for a completely different reason. You couldn't deny that you hadn't thought about this moment from time to time, imagining how it might feel if he were to feel the same, but now that he was actually confessing it, it didn't feel real.

"It's always been you," he repeated, cupping a hand to your cheek and swiping a tear away with his thumb.

"Oh, Tony," you whimpered, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. It felt so good to feel his warm palm against your skin, as though his hands had been made just to hold you. When he moved to tilt your chin up you opened your eyes, finding him already looking at you with an affectionate smile.

"Does this mean it's okay to kiss you?" He asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer. Without another word, you leaned forward and closed the gap between you, pressing the most gentle of kisses to his lips in fear of hurting him. He hummed in content and ran his free hand through your hair, holding you close for just a little longer.

When you parted, Tony rested his forehead against yours, the two of you closing your eyes and relishing this quiet moment between you. You weren’t sure when you’d get another, knowing the others would be here soon now that he was awake.

"You're not just saying you love me so that I smuggle you in some cheeseburgers are you?" You asked after a while, pulling away to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but is that a request I can make?"

"Well, I don’t want to get caught,” you thought aloud, tapping a finger on your chin for added effect. “But I can get Happy to pick some up for you. That way my hands stay clean.”

Tony grinned, the mischief in his eyes mirroring yours.

"That genius thinking is just one of the many reasons why I love you," he grinned, pulling you closer for another chaste kiss.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #iron man #tony stark #avengers #endgame #the avengers #tony stark fluff #tony stark has a heart #tony stank #thanos #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction #infinity gauntlet #infinity war

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 3 years

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I can't believe that today is the last day of sicktember! I have had so much fun reading all the awesome hurt/comfort, sick fics that I love and I continue to be overwhelmed by the amount of support I receive whenever I post my own work. I have THE BEST READERS EVER. Thank you all!

Without further delay, here is my final @sicktember fic.

Beware the Egg Salad - happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count: 3041 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Ned and MJ mentioned)

Summary: Peter decides to buy himself some extra breakfast on the way to school. But not wanting to spend too much of his money, he opts to purchase a half-price egg salad sandwich from the corner store. It obviously doesn’t sit well in his stomach and when May is stuck at work, it’s Tony that has to come and pick him up. It goes about as well as you would expect. [TW for Vomiting]

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

Due to his humble upbringing, Peter Parker was frugal. He liked saving whatever money he received and when he did spend it, it was never all at once. Even the smallest of purchases were weighed heavily, and he rarely paid full price for large ticket items. Patience was a virtue and if he genuinely wanted it badly enough, he could wait for it to go on sale. It was something that, like his good manners, had been instilled in him since birth and that wasn’t likely to change.

Due to his age and enhanced metabolism, Peter Parker was perpetually hungry. On an exceptionally hectic day, he could eat a full breakfast and be hungry again less than an hour later. His Aunt May did a valiant job at keeping him well fed and he appreciated the effort. But sometimes, knowing the amount of food he required made him feel unnecessarily guilty. And when that happened, he would eat the food that had been provided to him at home and then stop by the corner store on the way to school to buy a ‘second breakfast.’ Like a Hobbit,' Ned had joked but the term had stuck.

It was on the days he chose to use his own money to obtain an additional meal he would realize that being remarkably frugal and persistently hungry weren’t quite compatible. He would find himself rummaging through the store, picking up various items to compare the cost to the calories and then putting them back again. However, the debate would typically end with him placing something from the ‘daily specials’ rack onto the counter. And on the days that he was feeling particularly indulgent, a bag of gummy worms as well.

Corner store’s prepared food wasn’t particularly good, in general. But since he wasn’t an especially finicky eater, it didn't really matter how close it was to its sell-by date. Food was food and was happy for anything that would take up some of the empty space in his stomach. It was fine. All the way up until the day it wasn’t.

It was Thursday morning and even though Peter had already eaten three bowls of cereal before leaving his apartment, he was still hungry. So he walked up to the corner store, looked inside of his wallet and eyed his bank card. But after making a rather large purchase over the weekend, he’d told himself he wouldn’t spend anything else with it for a while. Outside of that, there was an empty Starbucks gift card and the two twenty dollar bills that Tony had insisted on giving him a few days prior. It had been his intention to deposit it into his account but seeing as he’d yet to get around to it, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend a little bit of it.

With that in mind, he gathered a deep breath in through his nose and stepped into the store, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Sundar! Got anything marked down yet today?” he pleasantly inquired as he came through the doors. The older man gestured towards the cooler box near the front and Peter skipped towards it. It took a moment to pinpoint what the storekeeper had been referring to but after shuffling a few things around he found several egg salad sandwiches wrapped in cellophane and adorned with a bright orange, fifty percent off sticker. “Bingo,” he whispered to himself and then hurried towards the register to pay.

Peter sat in the seat at the back of the overcrowded train, promptly opened the sandwich and took a bite. It wasn’t horrible. The bread was a little dry and the egg salad was a little tangier than he would have liked but he didn’t think much of it. There wasn’t really any time to. There were only three stops before he had to hop off the train and high tail it the rest of the way to school on foot.

In fact, by the time he'd skidded into his classroom, just in time for the bell to ring, he’d forgotten about it completely. That is until his lower abdomen began to cramp about half way through the lesson. At which point, he was starting to think that perhaps egg salad wasn’t the best way to start your morning. It had seemed reasonable at the time. People eat eggs for breakfast. It was normal. Just not covered in mayonnaise and maybe vinegar? He wasn’t sure. He’d not bothered to read the label.

“Are you okay, Dude?” he heard Ned whisper.

Having not realized he’d had his face scrunched up in mild distress until that moment, Peter took a second to school his features before nodding his head. “Yeah, man. Just- missed the bottom part of the last slide. I didn’t get to write it down,” he easily lied. He’d unintentionally stopped taking notes within the first few minutes of class.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Ned replied. “You can copy mine during lunch.”

Peter thanked his friend with a weak smile but in reality, he was starting to wonder if he’d make it to lunch. Nausea was starting to accompany the cramps, and he was having to periodically swallow just to remind his stomach where it belonged.

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Terrigenisis (Part 5)

Pairing: Avengers X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 4852

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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That afternoon you find Steve and Bucky in the kitchen when you go to get a snack.

"Hey guys. What are you up to?" You smile at the two..

"Nothing really." Bucky says.

"Got any big plans?" You ask.

"Just planning on working on our bikes." Steve says.

"That reminds me. I was thinking the other day that I would love to do some cruising. Can I borrow one of your motorcycles?" You look at both the supersoldiers being sure to keep your expression benign.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look.

"Uhhh…"

"You see…" They spoke at the same time.

"There's kind of a, uh…"

"Code."

"Code! With motorcycles."

"Right. Ya know, rules."

"Like you don't sit on someone else's bike unless they give the okay."

"And… and… Bikes are sort of, uh…"

"Sacrosanct."

"Right! You know, like, really personal and, and…"

"It's not something you let people borrow, ya know?"

"Yeah! Not… not that we don't trust you."

"Right. Total trust, but bikes…"

You interject, "Are sacrosanct?"

"Right." They both look at you with near panic written across their faces.

You start giggling, "That was the funniest thing I have ever seen you two do. That was some vaudeville crap. FRIDAY, did you get that on record?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)." FRIDAY responds.

"Send the video to my phone, please." You can barely get the words out between laughs.

"Transfer complete." FRIDAY responds.

Steve and Bucky are staring at you in bewilderment. You explain, "My dad was a biker. He and his coastie buddies. I just had to see how you'd react."

“Really?” Bucky deadpans.

“Serious. They had a whole crew of weekend road warriors. All in love with their bikes.” You grin.

“And what are your plans with that video?” Steve asks.

“To keep it forever for my viewing pleasure. And maybe show Natasha and Wanda.” You smirk.

“FRIDAY,” Steve starts to say and as quickly as you can you begin to send the video to Nat and Wanda in hopes of disseminating it before whatever Steve was about to do. "Erase that video and delete it from her phone."

"Voice authorization required." As Friday speaks, you engage a firewall you programmed on your phone. Time to find out if you could compete with Tony when it comes to hacking.

"Rogers, Steven Grant." Cap looks at you with a smirk.

"Video removed from all Stark systems. Unable to access Ms. (L/N)'s phone." FRIDAY says.

"Sorry, Cap." You smirk at Steve. Carefully, you pick up your phone and, deciding your pockets are too easily accessed, you pull the collar of your shirt out and slide the phone into your bra.

"Why can't FRIDAY access your phone?" Bucky asks.

"I might have programmed a firewall onto it, ya know, just in case." You begin to slowly move towards the elevator. You are trying not to giggle as you feel your phone ding repeatedly. Wanda and Nat got the video.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look and when Steve gives a curt nod, they both advance on you. "Give me your phone." Steve says.

"Nope." You tuck tail and run, but of course you don't get far before a metal arm wraps around your waist and picks you up off the ground. You struggle for a moment but then decide to use a different tact. Bucky sets you down and takes hold of you by the upper arms. Steve stands in front of you in a full authoritative captain pose.

"Give me the phone." Steve repeats.

Straining against Bucky's grip, you push your chest out. You look up at Steve with doe eyes and say, "It's right there." Before glancing down at your chest and looking back up at him. Unfortunately, you can't hide your smirk as Steve glances from your face to your chest several times. "What's the matter, Cap? I thought you wanted my phone."

After a few more seconds of Steve's indecision, you're pulled back against Bucky and he wraps his arm around you, pinning your arms to your sides. "Steve's too much of a gentleman, Doll." Bucky says in your ear as his hand slides along your collarbone to the collar of your shirt and pauses. You look up to Bucky with eyes wide. "Don't worry. I won't take any liberties." Bucky smirks.

"You don't think putting your hand down my shirt and in my bra is a liberty? I do believe there are some strict sexual harassment guidelines for both Stark Industries and SHIELD that would beg to differ. Besides, judging from the amount of dings on my phone, Natasha and Wanda have already seen the video." You grin up at him.

"Clever little minx." Bucky grouses.

"Wanna know what they're saying?" You look at Steve.

"Let her go." Steve says in a defeated tone but he has a small smile on his face.

Bucky let's go of your arms but his hand remains at your collar. You trail a hand along his arm and slip it past his hand to retrieve your phone and open your messages. Bucky backs a few steps from you and you wink at him.

Nat: That was classic! 🤣

Wanda: They looked like they were gonna have a heart attack!😂☠️

Nat: They were stumbling over themselves to keep your hands off their 🏍️!

Wanda: They couldn't just offer to take you for a ride? They had to defend the thought of someone touching their bikes! 😂

Nat: I'm sure neither of them would mind taking her for a ride. 😜

Wanda: Nat! 😂

Nat: You know I'm right.

"They say you guys looked like you were gonna have a heart attack at the thought of someone else touching your bike." You grin, deciding to leave out the second half of the conversation.

"What else did they say?" Steve narrows his eyes at you.

"That you could have at least offered to take me on a ride." You smile as you look between the two.

"I'll take you out on my bike, Doll." Bucky smiles at you.

"It's been a while since we just took the bikes for a ride." Steve says. "We should take an afternoon to go cruising like you suggested."

"I'd love that." You clap your hands and grin looking between the two. They chuckle at your enthusiasm.

“Tomorrow afternoon?” Steve says.

“How about after training in the morning? I’ll pack a picnic.” You smile at them both.

“I’m game.” Bucky looks to Steve.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” Steve grins at you.

“Should we invite any of the rest of the team?”

A look passes between Steve and Bucky before Bucky answers, “Nah, let’s just keep it the three of us. Clint is headed to the farm, the couples won’t mind some alone time, and Sam is headed to DC for some meetings.”

“Okay. I’ll see you guys later, then.” You head to your room. Finally, something to do besides train and missions. You can’t wait.

That evening you, Nat, and Wanda are sitting in your room, rewatching the video of Steve and Bucky and giggling. You get around to telling them about your plans with the guys the next day.

“Wait, you are going on a date with both of them?” Wanda exclaims.

“What? No! It’s not a date. We are just going out for a ride on their bikes.” You say.

“Alone? With just Steve and Bucky?” Nat says.

“Yeah. They’re my friends.” You defend.

“But you know Bucky has a thing for you.” Wanda says.

“How do we know that?” Nat looks between the two of you.

“Game night. That kiss?” Wanda says emphatically.

“It was just a kiss! It didn't mean anything." You say.

“Ohhhhh, no. Wanda is right. Bucky does have a thing for you.” Nat says.

“Oh, please, he does not. I’m the only available female living on the compound. That's the only reason you two want to pair me up with him so bad.” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, please, yourself! You’re beautiful, funny, smart! How could they not be interested?” Wanda states.

“And how can you blame us for enjoying the free entertainment. Plus I happen to know Steve has a thing for you, too.” Natasha smirks.

“No, he doesn't! Stop.” You look at Nat in horror.

“Why else would he call you Doll all the time? Don't you like Steve?” Natasha looks at you.

“I'm his friend. It's just a nickname. Of course, I do. He’s a sweetheart. I think you two are reading way too much into my friendship with them. I just, I mean, even if they were interested, I’m just me. They’re Captain frickin’ America and the Winter Soldier! Why would they ever think like that?” You put your head in your hands. It was frustrating you couldn't just tell them that Steve and Bucky are together. It would stop all of this nonsense.

Wanda laughs, “You mean they’re gorgeous, have incredible abilities, are sweet and kind and fun, right?”

“Yeah.” You say.

“She just described you. You are gorgeous, have incredible abilities, and a sweet, funny personality. You guys are perfect for each other.” Nat smirks.

“Guys, please, please stop. It's just not like that with them. We're friends and that's it. Okay?” You scoff at their knowing looks. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Night.”

“Sleep tight.”

Their giggles trail behind you as you head to your room. As you get close to your door, you can hear Steve and Bucky in Steve’s room. You aren’t trying to eavesdrop but your hearing ability makes it difficult not to overhear conversations.

“I just don’t know if this is gonna work out, Stevie.” Bucky grouses.

"All we can do is ask. We trust her, right?" Steve says.

“Yeah.” Bucky says.

Your brows furrow at the comment and your mind runs amuck for a moment before shaking away your thoughts. You hurry past, putting your earbuds in to avoid hearing any more, and slip into your room quietly.

Training the next morning flew by in your excitement. Afterwards, you hit the shower, change into motorcycle ride appropriate gear, and go to the kitchen to put together the picnic. Bucky and Steve come in just as you are finishing packing the little cooler.

"You look great." Steve says. "The boots are a good choice."

"Thanks. You guys ready?" You can't hold in your excitement and are grinning like a fool.

"Yeah. I'll get the cooler, Doll." Bucky offers returning your smile.

When you get to the garage, Bucky sets the cooler on the back of Steve's bike much to Steve's annoyance.

"Really, Buck?" He grouses.

"I carried it down. Only fair, right?" Bucky elbows him.

"Yeah, thanks. I get a hard cooler in the back and you get the beautiful dame." Steve throws an elbow back at Bucky and then stiffens, turning to look at you.

You laugh and wink at him. "Tell ya what, I'll ride back with you and Bucky can have the empty cooler." You look at Bucky, "Only fair, right?"

"Right, Doll." Bucky chuckles. He hands you a helmet and you climb on the bike behind him. You'd be lying if you didn't admit that your body reacted to the closeness of his, the intimacy of holding on to him, and the vibrations of the bike. You cruise out and the wind whips around you.

Steve and Bucky speed ahead of each other alternatively. You hear Bucky laughing. You grin over at Steve who is laughing at their escapades. He looks so happy and carefree as you head into the middle of nowhere. You rarely see any other cars and the scenery is beautiful as you speed down winding roads.

“This is great!” You hollar over the rumble of the engine. Bucky revs in response and you squeal. You can feel Bucky’s body rumbling with laughter. You wish you could see his face.

Nearly an hour and a half later, Steve slows and veers into the woods with Bucky close behind. They slow down and you can’t tell if they are following a path or not. They are carefully weaving through trees and undergrowth until you reach a small clearing under a huge oak tree.

Steve stops and turns to you and Bucky, “What do you think? Good for a picnic?”

“I think it’s perfect!” You say, already getting off the bike. The guys grin at each other and turn their bikes off. Steve retrieves the cooler and Bucky pulls a blanket out of his saddlebag. You spread the blanket under the branches of the oak tree and pull all the food out.

“This looks delicious.” Steve says as he tucks into one of the hearty sandwiches you had made him. Fruit, cheese, crackers, hummus, and some bottles of water and soda round out the menu.

“Hopefully, it tastes delicious, too.” You laugh and Steve nods while chewing.

Bucky looks over at you after swallowing his bite of sandwich, “Thanks for making the food. It is delicious.”

He mugs a face at Steve and you giggle as Steve says, “Jerk.”

“Punk.” Bucky replies.

“Goofballs.” You pipe in. They both snap their heads to you and you shrink into yourself a little feeling like you’d interfered in their playful banter. “Sorry.”

“Goofballs? That’s the best you can do?” Bucky throws a grape at you.

“Asshats.” You throw the grape back.

“Ohhh! Okay, that’s better.” Bucky laughs. Steve grins and shakes his head.

“What was it like growing up in the Coast Guard?” Steve asks.

“A lot of moving. My dad was stationed in Mobile, Alabama when I was born until I was 4, then Boston until second grade, Northern California for 4 years, Alaska for two, back to Mobile through high school. My dad was sent back to California then and I went to college in Louisiana. It was interesting because I got to live in different places with different cultures. It’s hard with friends. I still have my best friend from high school I keep in touch with. Most of the others faded away. My dad was great. He did everything he could to be a good dad.” You shrug. “What was it like growing up when you did?”

“Way different.” Steve laughs.

“You don’t have to put newspaper in your shoes anymore.” Bucky chuckles.

“No Penicillin. Food wasn’t as good. Fewer people you were connected with but closer connections.” Steve says.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, staring off.

“Hey, doll, where’d you go?” Bucky says.

“Sorry.” You give a small smile. “Just, connections are hard. Especially when you don’t stay in one place for very long. I thought that part of my life was over and, here I am, right back in it.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Steve says.

“I moved so much as a kid. Lost friends and nowhere was really ever home. And then I thought it was over. Charlie and I built a life and made a home. And then… terrigenesis. And I’m in SHIELD and it starts all over again. Two months to close out my old life with an agent constantly looking over my shoulder cause I can’t go back, six months of bureaucracy and evaluations and therapy, six months with one team, then I get moved to the Avengers team, and I guess in some ways I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. When am I gonna have to move again? Will I ever have a home again? Like I said before, limbo sucks.”

“You’re not going anywhere, doll. You’re stuck with us.” Bucky smiles sweetly at you.

“Bucky’s right, sweetheart. You’re an Avenger. This is your team now. Your family.” Steve says.

“Thanks. I hope you’re right.” You look between them before leaning back on your elbows and looking up at the branches of the oak tree. “This tree is amazing.”

“Beautiful.” Steve says, but when you look at him he’s looking at you not the tree. You mug a face at him. Looking back up at the branches you make a quick decision and begin unzipping your boots. You pull them and your socks off before walking under one of the lower branches.

“Steve, give me a boost.” You turn to him and say.

“You’re gonna climb the tree?” Steve asks as he gets up and walks over.

“Yup.” You put your hands on his shoulders as he cups his hands for you to step up. You grab the branch and pull yourself up to it. You climb as far up as you can safely reach and looking down you can barely see Bucky or Steve who are staring up at you.

You hear Bucky say, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“She’ll be fine, Buck.” Steve tells him.

“Yeah.” Bucky keeps walking and you feel bad knowing he must hate heights from his past accident. You hadn’t thought about it before deciding to climb. You had just wanted the free feeling of being up high and maybe a minute to yourself. Your feelings were confusing you. Both Bucky and Steve treated you with respect and sweetness. It would be easy to fall for one of them and you reminded yourself often to not let your heart get ahead of your head. You take a few more moments sitting on the branch taking in the view and the freedom before moving back down. As you lower yourself from the bottom branch, you feel strong hands grip your waist. You let go and are gently lowered down.

“Have fun?” Steve asks, smiling down at you.

“Yeah.” You smile back at him. He lifts a hand to your cheek and lowers his face closer to yours. “Steve!” You put your hand over his. “What are you doing?"

"I was trying to kiss you." He smiles at you.

"What about Bucky?" You ask.

Steve's brow furrows, "What do you mean?"

“I… I mean, I know about you and Bucky. Why would you try to kiss me?” You say.

“How do you know about me and Buck?” He asks.

You give him a look. “I didn’t mean to overhear. But I can’t help it sometimes. I can’t keep headphones or earplugs in all the time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, calmly.

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready.” You shrug. “I didn’t want to force you into telling me something you weren’t ready to. Steve. Why did you try to kiss me?”

“Because he has feelings for you. We both do.” Bucky surprises you. You hadn’t heard him approach.

“What?” You look at him confused.

“Let’s sit down, sweetheart. We want to talk to you about something.” Steve takes your hand and leads you back to the blanket. You sit down and put your socks and boots back on as Steve begins to explain. “You know our story. We were separated for 70 years and came out of it having lost pretty much everyone we ever cared about. We’re all we have left of our old life and…”

“And we don’t want to live separately.” Bucky picks up when Steve flounders. “We love each other and want to live our lives together. And when we realized we were both attracted to you. We hoped that you might be willing to be with us. Both of us.”

“Both… both of you?” You look between them.

“Yes.” Steve fidgets nervously.

“Like, as a beard?” You ask.

“No! Never. Like, as our girlfriend.” Bucky says.

“Girlfriend?” You say as you are trying to wrap your mind around this unexpected development. “As in a polyamorous relationship?”

“Right.” Steve says.

“How, how would it work?” You are intrigued by the idea. Immensely, if you are honest with yourself. You had felt attraction and emotion for both of them and felt like there was something there with each of them but this wasn’t how you expected this to turn out.

“We would all be together. As equals. You’d be our girlfriend and we’d be your boyfriends.” Steve says.

You nod slowly, “And you both want me?”

Bucky and Steve look at each other for a moment and smile. “Yes.”

“You haven’t noticed us flirting with you like crazy?” Bucky smirks.

“I thought you were just being goofy with me. I mean, I thought you two were together and had no interest in me. Not like that.”

“Do you have more questions?” Steve asks.

“How, um, physical is your relationship?” You feel a bit like a creep for asking, but it would inform how things would work.

“Fairly physical.” Steve says.

“So, how would sex work?” You ask.

A lightning quick look passes between them. Bucky grins, “Pleasurably.”

“Hopefully so, but what I mean is, will it be all three of us all the time?” You bite your lip.

“Yes. Unless one of us is on mission or away. It has to work every way for it to work, I think.” Steve says.

“Say, you’re gone to a meeting and Bucky and I… ? Will that create tension, jealousy, anger?”

“Will it if it’s Bucky and I, while you are gone?” Steve turns the question around on you.

A corner of your mouth goes up as you picture walking into the two cuddled up post-coital. You only feel caring when you consider your feelings and theirs. “I don’t think so. What about the team? Would we keep this a secret?”

“I’d like to keep it quiet until we’re sure if this will work out. I don’t want to cause tension in the team and it’s not the most conventional relationship. I think it would be a good idea for them to know you and Bucky are together. We'll work up to the rest.” Steve replies.

"Is that what you want?" You look to Bucky.

"It's absolutely what I want. As long as it's with the two of you." Bucky says.

“Have you been in a relationship like this before?” You ask.

“No. This would be a first for us. We’ve both dated, but not since we decided that this is the way we wanted our relationship to be.” Steve says.

"Are you sure you want me? I mean, why? Why me? Is it just that you're both attracted to me physically?" You ask.

"You're beautiful. There's no denying that, Doll." Bucky hooks some of your hair behind your ear. "But you're also smart and funny and loving. When Steve and I talked about this we knew that even if you turned us down you wouldn't judge us. Wouldn't spread it around for amusement."

"We knew we could trust you. That's not easy. And you're amazing. Gracious. I don't know how anyone wouldn't want you." Steve says while taking your hand.

"So, is that a yes? Or a maybe?" Bucky asks, taking your other hand.

“Or you’ll think about it?” Steve’s looks at you with concern.

You look between the both of them, knowing there was only one answer. You pull their hands together so that you are holding their hands between both of yours. "If any of us are ever hurt by the others, we talk about it together. If one of us wants out, we talk about it together. Open communication, always. If you can both agree to that, then… then it's a yes."

"I can agree to that." Steve says, adding his other hand to the top of yours.

"Agreed." Bucky places his hand on top of Steve's.

"Then it's a yes." You smile at them.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?" Steve asks.

"Hmm…" You smile and bite your lip before answering, "Yeah." You say grinning. Steve leans in and plants a gentle, sweet kiss on your lips. You smile once you separate and then turn to Bucky. "Does that mean I can kiss you now?" You say to him.

"Hell, yeah." He says as he pulls you close. His kiss is firm but still sweet.

"And one last kiss to seal the pact." You look between the two of them. They grin at each other and lean in for a kiss. You smile at them as they part and look at you. "Okay. Well, I still want to finish our ride and we have several hours of daylight left."

You pack up all traces of your picnic and Steve places the cooler on the back of Bucky's bike with a smirk. Bucky growls at him but doesn't protest.

"Did you just growl?" You grin up at Bucky.

"He's robbing me of the pleasure of having you against me." Bucky chuckles. You reach up and pull him down for a kiss, opening your mouth to invite his tongue in, which he takes full advantage of as he presses you to him. After a minute, you pull away. "Hope that makes up for it just a little bit." You smirk at him as you get on the bike behind Steve.

"That was hot." Steve says as he starts up his bike.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze. "Don't worry. There's more where that came from." You laugh.

"God, I hope so." You hear Bucky say.

You're still giggling as you jounce back towards the main road. The guys weave around each other, rev their engines, and you exchange grins with Bucky and an occasional comment with Steve. Almost two hours later, Steve pulls into a gas station. He parks the bike next to the pump and you get off the bike and stretch. “I’m going to find the ladies room.”

“Okay.” He smiles as he watches you walk away.

“You staring hard enough at her ass?” Bucky quips from behind.

“You weren’t doing the exact same thing?” Steve smirks.

“Maybe.” Bucky chuckles as he pumps gas.

Steve finishes pumping his gas, “Hey Buck, you want a drink or anything?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Bucky says. As soon as Steve disappears into the store, Bucky takes the cooler from his bike and moves it to Steve’s.

He turns when he hears you bark out a laugh. “That was slick, Bucky.”

“Thanks, doll. It’s my turn again, right? Only fair.” He grins.

“Bucky!” You both turn to see Steve’s scowl. “Really?” He hands you and Bucky both a drink.

“Thank you.” You say to Steve. You pull him to you and slide your arms around his neck. He takes no preamble and kisses you deeply. He leaves you nearly breathless by the time he pulls back.

“Worth it.” Steve says as he grins at Bucky.

You giggle and swat his butt as he walks back to his bike. “Time to head back?” You ask as you climb on Bucky’s bike behind him.

Steve and Bucky exchange looks. “A little further.” Bucky says.

“Yeah.” Steve agrees and starts his bike up.

About 45 minutes later, they turn off onto a small side road, and then onto a long gravel drive. They pull up to a cabin surrounded by woods with a creek running to the west of it. They switch their engines off before turning to each other and then to you. You feel butterflies begin in your stomach, “Who’s cabin is this?” You ask as you get off Bucky’s bike.

“It’s one of Tony’s many properties.” Steve says.

You begin to tremble. Not out of fear but nervousness. You knew from your conversation earlier today that sex was inevitable, but looking at the cabin behind Steve you understood the expectation. You weren’t sure if you were quite ready for that step. “Uh-huh. And what are we doing here?”

“I guess that depends on you, sweetheart.” Steve looks at you nervously.

You wrap your arms around yourself and look at Bucky with a raised eyebrow wanting his input. He takes in your demeanor and immediately feels empathy for your discomfort. “Nothing you don’t want to do, doll. We can stay the night here doing whatever you are comfortable with or turn around and go back. No pressure. No expectations.”

“I’m pretty sure something like this always comes with expectations.” You say looking between the two.

“There might be some hope but no expectations. Promise.” Steve puts his hands on your waist and looks at you earnestly. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

You run through your thoughts for a minute looking into Steve’s eyes and then smile, “Seal it with a kiss.” Steve grins as he pulls you in for a kiss. Once he lets you go you face Bucky and look at him expectantly. He smiles and kisses you, too.

“I like the idea behind this.” You look at the cabin.

“What do you mean? Steve says.

“Having our first night together alone. Without prying eyes and ears. Outside the compound. It feels like a lot less pressure.” You smile.

“I was worried it might scare you.” Bucky says. “Taking you to the middle of nowhere without telling you. We’re serious. No pressure.”

“I’m not scared. I could never be scared of either of you. Just nervous.” You say. “Now, show me this cabin.”

Steve enters the code on the lock and holds open the door to the well appointed cabin for you.

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