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I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2

CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV

Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare

Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)

This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”

You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.

This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.

You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.

You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!

You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.

“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”

Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.

“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.

“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”

“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”

Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.

“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.

“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”

You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.

***************************

You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?

Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.

You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.

Oh wonderful- tears.

The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.

Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.

Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.

You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.

“Darling?”

Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.

You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”

“Where are you going?”

Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.

You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.

“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“

Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.

You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.

“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”

Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.

“The moon is very pret-“

“Tav, why were you crying?”

Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.

“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”

Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.

“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”

Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.

“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”

His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.

“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”

“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”

Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”

“No,” you whisper shyly.

“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”

You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.

Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.

You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.

“I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”

“But-“

The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.

Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.

You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.

“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”

Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.

Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.

“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”

You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.

You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.

“So needy.”

Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.

“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”

You know exactly what he is asking.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”

Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.

You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.

Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.

You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.

“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.

“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.

“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.

Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.

You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.

[visualbutterflysworld]

Break of Dawn | Vhackerr

Warning: smut, uhh just real smutty, unprotected(use birth control)

so…i may have gotten this idea from mj’s song and read some…unholy things about vin so yeah cheers.

Vinnie sighed as he finally shut off his gaming equipment and stream. He had been streaming since 7 and it was now 1 am. Knowing you, you were probably already in bed.

Drifting off, Vinnie imagines you in a little shirt. Barely covering your thighs. His bare hands roaming over the smooth skin. Your small whimpers. Vinnie quickly snaps out of it to find out that he now has a boner.

“Fuck.” He mutters before thinking of his next move. He could jerk off and go to bed or he could wake you up and have you help him fix his problem. Being the mischievous man he is he decided to wake you up.

He quietly makes his way out and to his room. Silently thanking Hera for opting to sleep on the couch tonight. He slowly opens the door and closes it behind him.

There you are. Laying so prettily with the moon shining from the window. He resists the urge to touch himself before he slowly crawls on top of you.

He first starts with small sweet kisses. Rubbing up and down on your thigh. “Y/nnn.” His voice rings out. “Mm.” “Y/nnn wake up.” He placed a light kiss on your lips. He feels you moving around almost fighting the urge to wake up. He moves down to your neck and slightly nipples on the soft skin. “Y/nnn, wake up darling.”

“Vin?” Your voice sounded so raspy which turned him on more. “Yes, love. Wake up for me.” He starts to kiss your lips until you slowly begin to kiss him back. “What’s wrong?” You ask before slowly opening your eyes. “Nothing, I just really missed you.” Vinnie now moves downwards.

“Take this off for me.” He tugs on your(his) shirt. “Mph. You do it, Mr. Needy.” You huff before yawning. “For you? Always needy.” Vinnie tugs the shirt up and throws it somewhere in the room.

You take in a sharp breath as the cool air hits you. You claw at Vinnie’s shirt and he quickly takes it off as well. Vinnie moves his head down and places a boob in his mouth. He twirls his tongue around the nipple before slightly biting it. You arch your back in response. It isn’t long until he’s down and ripping your panties off.

“Vinnie, those were expensive!” You yell slightly. “I’ll buy you more. Just relax for me, Princess.” And soon Vinnie’s mouth is attached to your clit. Sucking on it softly as you whine.

He smoothly puts a finger inside and hums at the ease. “Vinnie.” You go to cover your mouth for a moment before moving it to clutch on the sheets.

It isn’t long before he places another finger and you soon come all over. Vinnie helps you through your high as you feel your toes curl. You’re breathless almost, staring at Vinnie with a drunken haze as he sucks of his fingers. “Such a sweet taste. Always so sweet. Like chocolate covered strawberries.”

He places his thumb on your already stimulated clit, curling it slowly. You let out a small moan. “Do you eat chocolate covered strawberries every day? Is that your way of making me want to eat you out every chance i get?” Vinnie question and you only moan in response.

He pinched your clit as you don’t answer. You squirm from the feeling. “I asked you a question.” “No, Vinnie. I…just please. I need you inside me.” You grab his hair and give it a good tug. “Who’s needy now?” Vinnie chuckles.

It isn’t long until he’s stripped and soon inside you, bottoming you out. He waits a second before he starts thrust. “Fuck, so tight. Such a good girl for me.” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you. You’re in heaven. Your toes curl. Back arched. Begging for whatever it is.

“I’m gonna go nice and slow. I’m gonna fuck you all night long.” He says and you clench at the words. He smirks, “mm my pretty girl likes that idea? Letting me be inside her till the break of dawn.” You nodded rapidly as you claw at his back. “Yes. Vinnie please don’t stop.” You say as you feel your climax about to erupt.

“I know that face. My girl gonna come? Be a good girl and come for me.” You arch your back at his words. Before you come Vinnie quickly grabs your face softly to kiss you. Heaven is what you both feel.

It was gonna be a long night.

Okay go read the Bible now you freaks!

[screaminglygay]

Burning match

pairings: kate bishop x fem!reader

summary: shutting off your feeling is not the best idea, but talking about them hurts too much.

warnings: swearing, character gets badly hurt, mentions of injuries, men, reader being stubborn, some angst with happy ending:)

word count: 5.5k

an: this one is little longer, but i didnt feel like cutting it in halfway, hehe, hope you´ll like it!:)

part one | part two

!MDNI!

"Come on, try again." Natasha says as she hold the lap for you to hit it.

The past few weeks, you´ve been trying to keep yourself busy. Small missions. Paper work. Training with Natasha. Spending time with MJ and Peter in Queens. Everything to keep Kate away. Everyone realized that something is wrong, that´s the main reason, why Fury didn´t give you a long or a hard missions. He couldn´t risk you being reckless, but he also didn´t want to keep you out of the game.

"I´m trying!" You yell as you hit the boxing paw, but you didn´t cover your face, so Natasha hits you back.

"Your mind is somewhere else. I need you to be here with me." The redhead put her hand back up, for you to try again. "If we would be on the field, you´d be dead by now." She states, hoping it will motivate you, but it did the exact opossite.

"That would be great, actually." You try to hit her paw, but she put her hands down.

"(Y/N)…" Natasha looks at you and takes off the paws.

"What are you doing?" You are supposed to train for another fifty minutes.

"We´re having a break. Sit down." You sit down, taking off your gloves. "Are you gonna talk to me, or just pretend like everything is great?" Natasha sits down as well.

You shrug. "It's complicated, Nat. I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning. I'm here to listen." She looks at you.

"It's about feelings. Complicated feelings," you admit, fidgeting with the edge of your gloves.

"Remember when I used to have a crush on Wanda? Well, it turns out those feelings are just exchanged with a different feelings.. with different someone…"

Natasha nods, her expression encouraging you to continue.

"It´s Kate," you continue, the weight of the unspoken emotions settling between you. "I never expected to feel this way again, but it's there. And I can't face her. I can't face anyone, really."

Natasha's eyes reflect empathy as she absorbs your words. "Feelings are messy, (Y/N), but running from them won't make them disappear. You've got to confront them, understand them, and then decide what to do next."

You look down at your hands, the moment feeling like a barrier between you and the vulnerability of your emotions. "I already decided, I don´t want to confront them at all. It´s just… overwhelming."

Natasha reaches over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to figure it all out at once. Take it one step at a time. Talk to Kate. See where it goes. And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And like with Wanda it either will go away or you will figure it out."

You sigh. "It was different with Wanda. In many ways. I don´t think it will be the same. They are both totally different people." You say as you think about that time of your life.

"What was different? Having a bro code with Pietro?" Natasha asks, without missing a beat and that makes you smile and roll your eyes.

The door swings open, your gaze lifts, only to meet the eyes of the archer you've been succesfully avoiding. Instantly, your posture tenses, a reflexive response to the presence.

Kate walks in, but stops as she notices you´re with Natasha, "can I have a minute with (Y/N)?"

Natasha looks at you and you just nod. Which makes Natasha stand up and leave the room.

"So…" Kate starst, but she is actually not really sure how to start at all.

"So…" You look at her and she sits down next to you."You had a sparing session with Natasha?" Kate asks, looking at the gloves on the ground.

"Um- yeah, yeah, I had." You nod as well as Kate.

The room holds an unspoken tension. Kate breaks the silence with a question that cuts through the charged atmosphere.

"Am I too annoying?" Kate's gaze is probing, searching for confirmation in your eyes.

Your response is quick, "What? No! Of course not!"

Kate interrupts, her tone cutting, "You've been off. So what's your problem?"

"I don´t have a problem." You shrug.

"You don´t? Well even Mike thinks you´re kinda off…" Kate states.

A scoff escapes your lips involuntarily, and you mutter mockingly, "oh Mike thinks that.."

The archer looks at you and raise her eyebrow, "what´s that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it, nothing." You look away, already feeling like you gonna explode.

"Say it." You can feel that the atmosphere didn´t clear out at all.

"No, it´s nothing important." You look back at her.

"(Y/N), say it!" Kate is on the verge of exploding too, you can feel it and even see it.

"Okay, fine! Your boyfriend, he´s a dick." Okay, that slipped out. Shit, that shouldn´t have slipped out.

Oh god.

You succesfully shocked the archer, she is completly stunned. "What's your problem with Mike?" Kate's voice rises, defensive and confrontational.

"It's this something about him." you take a deep breath, the tension escalating. "You deserve better." There it is, you finally said it. Maybe a little differently then you wanted, but you did.

The declaration becomes a spark igniting an unexpected blaze. Kate's eyes narrow, a mixture of frustration and anger surfacing. "You don't know him like I do. You don't get to judge my choices. Who do you think you are to say these things?!"

The argument escalates, a collision of conflicting emotions, and before you know it, the room becomes a battleground once again. Before you could find your words, trying to save it, she speaks once again.

"I don't need this. I thought we could talk, but clearly, I was wrong."

And with that, Kate storms out, leaving you alone in the sparring room, the echoes of the confrontation lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

Fuck.

...

After the heated confrontation with Kate, the sparring room feels like a vacuum, the lingering echoes of the argument still resonating in the air. Hours pass, marked by the ticking clock and the persistent sound of rain against the windows. Eventually, you decide to venture back to the living room, a sense of emptiness accompanying each step.

As you enter the living room, you open the fridge in hopes that you will find a fresh icy cold water bottle. Finally you have a little luck in your life and there it is. As you take few sips from it you speak out. "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., have you seen Kate around?" you inquire, your voice betraying a hint of sadness.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds with a measured tone, "Miss Bishop is currently on a mission with Mr. Rogers and Miss Belova. They left a forty minutes ago."

A pang of regret tightens your chest. The opportunity to apologize and mend things with Kate slips through your fingers, replaced by a sense of longing and missed chances.

"Alright, thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you mutter, retreating to a corner of the living room. The rain outside matches the melancholy mood within, creating a backdrop for the emotional storm you find yourself caught in.

...

You find solace in the embrace of your bed, its comfort offering a temporary refuge from the emotional turmoil that swirls within. The room, dimly lit by the glow of the bedside lamp, becomes a sanctuary where you can confront the tangled web of feelings.

Wrapped in the warmth of blankets, you replay the events in your mind, analyzing each word and gesture. Regret sticks with you, and the longing to bridge the gap between you and Kate grows with each passing moment. The desire to apologize, to untangle the knots of misunderstanding, becomes a persistent ache that refuses to dissipate.

But was it a misunderstanding? Or just something you held in yourself for a really long time?

As the rain continues its rhythmic dance against the window, time seems to stretch, each moment weighed down by the emotional heaviness. The glow of the bedside clock ticks away, a constant reminder of the day slipping through your fingers.

Messages from MJ and Peter light up your phone, concerned inquiries that you choose to ignore for now. You will answer them later. Maybe.

The dim glow of the bedside clock casts a faint light in the room as your phone incessantly lights up with notifications. Ignoring it initially, you think it´s MJ or Peter again. However, the persistent buzzing becomes too insistent to ignore, pulling you back to the harsh reality beyond the cocoon of your thoughts.

A new notification pops up, catching your attention. It's from Yelena, and the message sends a shiver down your spine. "Kate got into an accident. We're at the hospital."

The words hang in the air, a chilling realization that transcends the emotional turmoil you've been grappling with. The cocoon of solitude suddenly feels fragile, the threads unraveling in the face of an unforeseen crisis.

Before you can fully process the gravity of the situation, your phone vibrates with an incoming call from Natasha. With a sense of foreboding, you answer, your voice catching in your throat.

"(Y/N), it's about Kate. There's been an accident," Natasha's voice is steady but laced with an underlying tension. "They're at the St.Nicholas. Steve said it's serious. You need to come, but please drive carefuly." Natasha´s voice cracks and that makes your stomach drops even lower.

Without a second thought, you spring into action, a surge of adrenaline propelling you out of the room and into the stormy night. The rain outside mirrors the tempest within as you navigate the path to the hospital, the glow of your phone lighting the way with messages that now hold a newfound urgency.

The rain-drenched streets blur as you rush towards the hospital, heart pounding in your chest. The vivid lights of the emergency room entrance greet you as you finally arrive, breathless and soaked. Your gaze scans the room, finding Natasha, Steve, and Yelena huddled together, their faces etched with worry.

Ignoring the pull of exhaustion, you hurry towards them, relief and anxiety warring within you. Natasha, noticing your arrival, steps forward, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding.

"(Y/N), she's stable now," Natasha says softly, her hand resting reassuringly on yours as she stops you from coming into the room. "But they won't let us visit her just yet."

A mix of emotions floods over you – relief that Kate is stable, yet a lingering unease at the unknown extent of her injuries. The hospital's sterile ambiance amplifies the tension in the air as Steve steps forward, his usually stoic expression betraying a deep concern.

"There was a room filled with explosive material, and it detonated while she was near it," Steve explains, the weight of the situation evident in his voice. "She's lucky to be alive."

As Steve explains, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach. The image of Kate, caught in the blast, flashes in your mind. The once trivial disagreements now seem insignificant, overshadowed by the reality of Kate's perilous situation.

Yelena remains silent, her eyes revealing the worry she can't put into words. The waiting room becomes a space suspended in time, a limbo between the fear of the unknown and the hope for Kate's recovery.

For now, the only option is to wait – to wait for news, for permission to visit Kate, and, above all, for a sign that she will pull through.

...

Time seems to stretch as the group anxiously awaits news about Kate. The sterile waiting room is filled with hushed conversations and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. The air is thick with anticipation until finally, a doctor emerges, breaking the tense silence.

"Miss Bishop is stable. She's going to be okay," the doctor announces, a collective sigh of relief escaping from those gathered. "However, she needs time to recover. The explosion caused many injuries, and she's currently sleeping."

Steve, Yelena, and Natasha exchange grateful glances, and a sense of gratitude washes over them. The doctor continues, "You can visit her. We'll keep you updated on her progress."

As the trio heads toward Kate's room, you hesitate. The relief is palpable, but an overwhelming desire to be close to Kate prevails. Determined, you follow them into the room.

Kate lies peacefully on the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls. Machines softly hum, monitoring her vital signs. You can hear Yelena talk in russian, which you don´t understand at all.

Natasha places a gentle hand on Yelena´s shoulder, exchanging a few quiet words with her and Steve before leading them out, leaving you alone with your friend.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of monitors casting a gentle light on Kate's sleeping form. The exhaustion from the events of the day catches up with you, but an unwavering need to be there for Kate keeps you by her side.

You pull a chair close to the bed, taking Kate's hand in yours. The rhythmic beeping of the machines becomes a soothing backdrop as you sit there, unmoving, lost in the quiet vigil.

"I´m really sorry, Katie." You whisper, so much regret in those words. Hours pass, marked by the steady rise and fall of Kate's chest. Your mind is a tempest of emotions – relief, worry, gratitude. The ordeal has left you physically and emotionally drained. The chair feels uncomfortable, but you can't bring yourself to leave Kate's side.

As the night wears on, fatigue sets in. The hospital room becomes your bedroom now, interrupted only by the soft sounds of medical equipment. Unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids, you lean against the chair and finally fall asleep too.

...

Morning light filters through the hospital room's window, casting a soft glow on the still figure of Kate. The rhythmic sounds of medical equipment persist, a constant reminder of the fragile balance between recovery and the unknown. You wake up, the stiffness in your muscles a testament to the night spent in the uncomfortable chair.

The door creaks open, and Natasha enters, holding a small tray with a cup of water and a plate of food. Her eyes, though tired, hold a reassuring warmth.

"Hey," Natasha says softly, offering a small smile. "I thought you might need this."

Tears well up in your eyes as you take in the caring gesture. "Thanks, Nat."

Natasha places the tray on the table and pulls a chair closer. "How are you holding up?"

You shrug and glance at Kate, her peaceful slumber giving you a momentary respite. "The last time we talked, we had a fight," you confess, your voice choked with emotion.

Natasha leans forward, a comforting presence. "(Y/N), these things happen, especially in our line of work. What's important now is that she's going to be okay."

"I was too blind to let her be happy," you admit, the weight of regret settling in. "I should have never said anything."

Natasha reaches out, squeezing your hand gently. "You care about her, and that's what matters. The rest can be worked out later." She encourages you to eat and drink, a gentle reminder of the need to take care of yourself. The food feels tasteless, but with Natasha's support, each bite becomes a small triumph.

"Kate is strong, and she's going to pull through. You being here for her matters more than you realize," Natasha reassures, offering a comforting presence in the quiet hospital room.

Her words are stuck in your head. You are here. You are. Where is Mike?

"He's still not here, hasn't even bothered to check in," you mutter to Natasha, a sense of frustration coloring your tone.

Natasha furrows her brow, sensing the underlying tension. "Mike? Maybe he's just dealing with things in his own way."

"So if you had the love of your life in a hospital you wouldn´t care to find them?" You are once again getting angry, even though you are strongly agaisnt the man, maybe you are overreacting. Or maybe you are right the whole time. Thoughts are running in and out of your head. Too much things at the moment.

"(Y/N), people react differently in situations like these. Give him some time."

But the silence from Mike speaks louder than any explanation Natasha could offer. The realization stirs a mix of emotions — frustration, disappointment, and a strange sense of feeling you couldn´t name yet.

Natasha leaves the hospital room, offering a reassuring smile as she heads to the cafeteria to check up on Steve and Yelena. The door closes behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and sleeping Kate.

After some time, Natasha returns with Yelena, her expression serious. "Steve's heading back to the compound to take care of some calls and paperwork. He'll be back soon," she informs you.

The hospital room feels both empty and crowded, a paradoxical mix of solitude and shared concern. Yelena, seated by the window, looks up as Natasha speaks. "We´ll stay here with you for a while," Nat offers.

Grateful for the company, you nod, and Natasha takes a seat in the corner, while Yelena sits by Kate's bedside. The atmosphere in the room becomes more subdued, the weight of the events settling in.

After a little bit you step out to get some fresh air, a knot of tension lingers. The hallway outside is quiet, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts. As you turn to the bathrooms, you notice someone standing a little way down the corridor — Mike, Kate's boyfriend.

His presence catches you off guard, and a mixture of emotions surges within. The frustration from the previous thoughts intensifies, and a sense of unease accompanies the realization that he's here, yet the silence persists.

Mike looks up from his phone, noticing you. His expression is a mix of surprise and discomfort. The air between you is thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. It's a moment frozen in time, the hospital hallway becoming a silent arena for a confrontation that has been brewing beneath the surface.

Yelena and Natasha remain inside the room, unaware of the encounter in the hallway. The decision of whether to address the situation or let it linger hangs in the air, and as you lock eyes with Mike. You know Kate would not want you to go up to him and start a fight, but you can´t help it.

The air in the hospital hallway thickens as you approach Mike, who seems taken aback by your presence. A mix of frustration and anger simmers beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

"It took you a while to finally arrive," you say, the words laced with a mixture of scoff and irritation.

Mike doesn't respond with an apology or explanation. Instead, he meets your challenging gaze and, with a dismissive tone, retorts, "Why do you care?"

The confrontation escalates, each word becoming a verbal jab as the tension between you intensifies. Mike, rather than showing concern for Kate or acknowledging the gravity of the situation, responds with rudeness and indifference.

"Why do I care?!" There it is, the sharp exchange of words. "If she was my girlfriend, I would call, text—I would run into every hospital, until I would find her!" you shout, your frustration boiling over. But Mike remains unmoved, his calm demeanor only fueling the fire.

"But she's not," he speaks with an unsettling calmness.

The words hang in the air, a harsh reality that slaps you in the face. "What?" you stammer, caught off guard by the bluntness of his statement.

"You've said it yourself, if. She is not your girlfriend," Mike replies, his words cutting through the emotional turmoil like a knife.

The realization hits hard, the vulnerability beneath your anger exposed. The hurt, disappointment, and frustration converge into a surge of raw emotion.

Natasha, hearing the escalating confrontation, steps in, grabbing your hand to stop you from saying or doing anything impulsive. "You won't help her by this, (Y/N)," she says calmly, her grip a grounding force amid the tempest of emotions.

The hospital hallway becomes a silent witness to the tangled threads of relationships, the fractures laid bare in the harsh light of truth. As Natasha intervenes, you take a deep breath, grappling with the storm of emotions within. The focus shifts from the confrontation to the shared concern for Kate's well-being, a reminder that in the face of adversity, unity is more crucial than discord.

Natasha makes you take a few deep breaths, trying to diffuse the tension. Frustration still simmers within you, and you can't shake off the urge to do something impulsive. Your words to Natasha echo your volatile emotions.

"He's being an arrogant idiot," you mutter to Natasha, your anger palpable. "I swear, if I didn't care about Kate, I'd punch him."

Mike, unfazed, wears an arrogant smile as if reveling in the chaos he has incited. The atmosphere in the hospital corridor remains charged, the unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface. With a frustrated scoff you finally manage to go to the bathroom, to freshen up a little bit, or at least calm the anger burning inside you.

In the midst of the tension, a weak voice cuts through the air. Kate stirs in her hospital bed, her gaze flickering around the room as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Her eyes land on Yelena, who is engrossed in a magazine.

"What the hell was that?" Kate asks, her voice a mix of confusion and concern.

"Kate! You´re awake! Oh and that? (Y/N)." Yelena puts the magazine down.

"Is she okay?" Kate asks without a beat.

Yelena hesitates for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "She's… okay."

The ambiguity in Yelena's response doesn't escape Kate's notice. "Whats that supposed to mean?" Kate´s voice still very raspy from just waking up.

"Well curently she´s cursing at your boy for being a dick." The blonde chuckles, as she´s rooting for your win.

"She is?" Kate's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and concern.

"Yeah… I heard Natasha step in, too sad I wanted to see (Y/N) throw some fists, she could take him.." Yelena looks at Kate, "what? I´m just stating the facts."

Kate tries to sit up and leave the bed, but Yelena immedietly notices and tries to keep her in bed. "No, Kate, stay." But that doesn´t stop the injured archer.

Ignoring Yelena's attempts to keep her in bed, Kate go out the room, trying to piece together the events that led her here until her gaze finally lands on Natasha, a silent guardian in the midst of the unfolding drama. Mike´s back is facing Kate as she somehow walked out of her hospital room.

"You all are crazy, who do you think you guys are? Mighty heroes?" He laughs "At least Kate will realize how useless her bow and arrow is…"

"Mike…" Natasha tries as she meets Kate´s blue eyes. Her posture softens a little bit with relief as she notices that Kate is awake.

"If her dad was around maybe she would get some sences knocked into her, this is ridicilous. Pretending to be a hero." Kate barerly stands there, she hopes this is just a big hallucination from the pills they gave her. "And who is your inspiration, hm? A- a- hooker mixed with Lara Croft?"

Natasha steps forward with a slight smile on her face, "If I was you, I would choose your words more wisely."

"What did you just said?" Kate jumps in with a question, her voice cracking up a little bit.

Mike turns around, completly shifting his body language, "oh babe! You are awake!" He rushes to her side but Yelena is quick to walk out of the room and push him away.

"Возьми ее за руки, и я сломаю тебе все кости в твоем чертовом теле." Yelena is really ready to strike.

(translation: Get your fucking hands on her and I´ll break all of your bones in your god damn body.)

"Leave me alone, she is my girlfriend!" The guy states. "Mine, understand?!" He tries to fight off the Widow, but if anything it was more of a sad try on his side.

The dismissive tone and lack of accountability in Mike's words infuriate Kate. Her face contorts with anger as she delivers a stern message. "You need to leave, Mike. I don't want to see you."

"Babe-" Mike's another attempt at a protest is met with a stern gaze from Kate, cutting him off. "Go home, Mike. I need some space."

"It´s because of your freak friend, right? That poor (Y/N)…" He somehow gets Yelena´s hands off of him and adjust his jacket.

Kate's eyes narrow at the mention of your name, and a wave of frustration washes over her. "Go."

Before Mike can respond Natasha is leading him out of the sight, while Yelena helps Kate back to her bed.

Kate nods, a mix of gratitude and relief in her eyes. "Thanks, guys. Now, can someone fill me in on everything that happened?"

As Yelena explains everything from the mission to this moment, Natasha, with her keen sense of observation, follows the emotional trail to find you in the bathroom. The tension and frustration from the earlier confrontation still linger, and she approaches you with a steady but understanding gaze.

"Kate is awake," Natasha announces, her words breaking through the quiet reflection in the bathroom.

The news propels you into action. Without a second thought, you practically sprint back to the hospital room where Kate is, your heart racing with a mix of anxienty and relief.

With Yelena and Natasha giving you some privacy, the atmosphere in the hospital room becomes more intimate. Kate looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity, and you can sense the unspoken questions lingering in the air.

"You really went to fight for me out there," Kate says, breaking the silence. Her voice is soft, filled with appreciation.

You give her a small smile. "Of course, Kate. He´s such an- anytime."

Kate chuckles at your words, "I appreciate it. More than you know." You find yourself sit next to her side once again. "I just couldn't stand by and let him hurt you. You mean a lot to me."

Kate's expression softens, and she reaches out to take your hand. "You mean a lot to me too. I didn't expect anyone to stand up for me like that."

"Well, get used to it," you say with a playful grin. "I've got your back. And now more than ever, miss walking into a room with explossives." You playfully tease her.

Kate just laughs, even though it hurts her a little bit.

"So, what did you do in the hallway, before Nat stepped in?"

You can't help but chuckle, the tension dissipating. "Oh nothing, just me telling off to your not-so-charming boyfriend."

Kate raises an eyebrow wanting to say something totally different then the thing she left out. "Hm, alright then."

"You should get some rest," you smile as you put the blanket over her. "I´m fine, actually I don´t feel much pain." Kate says as she visible fights off the sleepiness.

"That´s because you´re high, Bishop." You chuckle.

"Hm… interesting, I didn´t though about it." She opens her eyes. "You´re so high."

"Yup. Probably, I mean… this stuff is good. It got the kick." She smiles as she shifts a little bit in her bed and she finally drift off.

...

As the days pass, you continue to be by Kate's side, offering support and companionship during her recovery in the hospital. Your presence becomes a source of comfort, and together, you navigate the challenges of rehabilitation. Feeling like you two are even closer than before, feeling so good around her as she does. You feel complete again.

Not a signle thought about Mike in yours or Kate´s head.

Finally, the day arrives when Kate is well enough to leave the hospital. You assist her in the wheelchair, wheeling her out of the hospital room and through the corridors. As you approach the compound, the familiar faces of the Avengers greet both of you with smiles and cheers. They've organized a "Welcome Back" party for Kate, a celebration of her recovery and return.

With the wheelchair parked in the midst of the festive atmosphere, Kate insists, "I can handle the wheelchair on my own, you know." You respond with a playful grin, "I like to push you around."

The words carry a lighthearted warmth, an acknowledgment of the bond that has grown stronger during these trying times. Kate chuckles, appreciating the sentiment behind your words.

Throughout the party, you continue to take care of Kate, ensuring she's comfortable and included in the festivities. The Avengers express their relief and happiness at seeing Kate back on her feet, and the atmosphere is one of shared joy and camaraderie.

As the night progresses, the two of you find a quiet corner to sit and talk. The glow of the party surrounds you, but in that moment, it's the connection between you and Kate that shines the brightest.

"You've been a real friend through all of this," Kate says, sincerity in her eyes.

"I just wanted to be here for you," you reply, a soft smile on your face. After a little you look back at her. "I had this crazy idea. Do you trust me, Bishop?" you ask, a playful smile on your face.

Kate looks at you with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervous anticipation. "Do I have a choice?" she replies, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Not really," you admit, your eyes dancing with excitement. "Fine, fine. I trust you." Kate nods.

"Okay, then get ready, because we´re going for a ride!" You say as you help her get back on the wheelchair. "It took me a little bit to figure it out, but I watched some youtube tutorials and I think it should work." You ramble to Kate, who still have zero idea what you´re talking about.

"Close your eyes, please,"you instruct, and Kate, now used to your playful antics, complies with a smirk.

As she close her eyes shut, you push the wheelchair, outside. Little cold breeze hitting the both of you. You push her infront of the homemade ramp, you made couple nights ago, thanks to some random guy on YouTube.

"Alright, open your eyes," you announce, stepping back to reveal your creation.

Kate opens her eyes, and her gaze shifts from you to the makeshift ramp. A mixture of surprise and excitement lights up her face. "What's all this? You won´t push me off, right?" she asks, with a giggle.

"I thought we could use a change of scenery," you say with a grin.

"And since our favorite place is the rooftop, I figured, why not bring it to you?" You smile, being really pround of what you´ve build. Deep down still hoping it won´t break as soon as Kate´s wheelchair will go on it.

"You built this?" Kate's eyes widen with appreciation as she takes in the effort you've put into creating a way for her to join you on the rooftop. You just nod at her question.

"This is amazing," Kate says, her voice filled with gratitude. "To the roof and beyond!" If this wouldn´t be Kate, you would find this quote use very cheesy, but since it´s Kate, you had to let out a chuckle.

With careful precision, you guide Kate up the improvised ramp, ensuring her safety as she rides to the rooftop. Once you both reach the top, a breathtaking view of the city awaits, and the sounds of the party below are replaced by the serene hum of the night.

Seated together on the rooftop, surrounded by the city lights, you and Kate share a moment of quiet companionship. The homemade ramp, a symbol of your dedication and the uniqueness of your connection, becomes a testament to the lengths you're willing to go to make each other happy.

As you sit side by side, overlooking the cityscape, Kate breaks the silence with a sincere look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about not listening to you."

You meet her gaze, the connection between you deepening. "I'm sorry about being right about your boy," you say with a playful laugh. Kate chuckles. "Well, I think it's good to burst out the bubble. He's not my boy anymore."

"What?" The shock in your voice is palpable.

"Yeah. I broke up with him, and he replied with a thumbs up and a 'You weren't even worth it.' So…"

"Oh my god, Kate, I'm so sorry-" You instinctively reach for her hand.

"No, you're not," she interrupts with a reassuring smile.

"Not about him, but… you don't deserve that. Who does he think he is? Oh my god, I'll tell him-" Now it's Kate's turn to take your hand. "Okay, Rambo, calm down," Kate teases. "I'm fine, really. And he´s the one not worth it."

"So he wasn´t the chosen one?" You tease.

"Oh that´t a low blow, (Y/L/N)" She roll her eyes, but laugh along with you.

As the night unfolds, the atmosphere between you two is not just warm; it's a comforting embrace that you don´t want ever lose again, even if it means being just friends with the archer.

Thank you for reading!!!

[captain-mj]

Hello lovely,

Here is a random request for you to write one of your High MJ's ideas. Whichever takes your fancy, whenever you feel like it, if you so please

Duet~

High MJ is so thankful, I humbly present King!Ghost and his Courtesan!Soap

Also a portion of this was deleted and I had to rewrite

Ghost sighed softly as he came home. After a few long months at battle, he would kill for a bath, a nice meal and some nice company.

Soap wasn't in his castle. According to the maids, he had left with a message that he'd be back by noon.

Ghost glowered and pouted, but he took a good bath to get clean and ate his fill before waiting for Johnny to get back. He thought since Ghost liked him, he'd let such an a grievance slide. So he waited in his bed, leaving all of his armor and clothing to the sides so it left him in only his robe. He lit a few candles and relaxed.

Soap reentered the castle and immediately brightened. "Simon!"

"Johnny." Ghost growled, watching how he tensed. "Where's your ring?"

Soap looked at his hands and looked sheepish. "I worried I'd lose it." He smiled at him coyly. "I didn't know you'd be home."

Ghost gritted his teeth. "Undress."

"Yes, sir." Soap said softly, hands reaching up to open the laces of his shirt. He pulled it over his head slowly to show off all of his beautiful body. Lean muscle with a good amount of fat. Hips like honey, so thick and so addictive. Soap removed his pants next, not wearing anything underneath. His cock was a nice size but the real prize was his ass. Perfect to squeeze or smack. Even better to leave a few bruises on. "Got something in mind? You know, based on everything, I think you want an excuse to punish me."

Ghost grinned. "You know me so well. I had some oil heated up. Now come here."

Soap crossed over to him, looking a bit shy once they were close to each other. "If I had known you were going to be home so soon, I would've waited in bed. Spread out, ready for you to fuck me." His thick Scottish accent drove Ghost crazy. He grabbed him and tossed him to the bed, grinning when he looked flustered.

"I prefer you tied up. Maybe I'll start telling one of the guards. They can tie you up in all sorts of new positions. Leave you all exposed and opened up." Ghost tied his wrists together and then to the bed post. He made sure he wouldn't be able to leave, planning to keep him there until he had wrung him drive.

Ghost yanked his legs open, but didn't actually touch him. It took a moment before Soap squirmed to get his attention. He lightly pressed his fingers to his hole, feeling how tight he was. His thumb barely breached him and Soap was already trying to press back against him.

Ghost made like he was trying to grab the oil before grabbing the candle. With a quick movement of his hand, he poured the melted wax on to Soap's chest.

Soap mewled, back arching harshly. He tried to thrash away from the falling wax, but he was tied up just right that he couldn't. The candle was perfectly safe, and it left such pretty red marks. His cock twitched every time it dripped on that pretty skin.

The next drop fell right on his nipples and he groaned, hips yanking up. "Simon, please I need you. Been weeks."

"Need me huh? Beg a little more." He moved his hand so the wax fell on to his stomach instead. "You could've had me this morning."

Soap huffed at him but he did beg. "Please, Simon? You know how much I need you. I know you've missed me. Want to please you. You deserve it after so long out there."

Ghost kissed him passionately, feeling the way his lips trembled against his own. The wax flowed over his skin and down his v-line. It managed to get to his inner thighs, narrowly missing touching his cock.

"Simon, careful. Don't want to burn me do you?"

Simon quickly set the candle to the side. He smeared the red wax over his chest and propped his legs further open. The oil had cooled slightly but it was still warm enough that he could comfortably prep him.

Soap laid back and mused a little as Simon worked. He knew well enough by now that Ghost liked the idea of being big and bad and punishing Soap, but he was a lot softer than he acted. Even now, he treated Soap gently. Working him open with a reverence that was never there with Soap's previous partners. All the royals that paid for him and none had ever treated him like he was also important.

Ghost had warned him that he was rough and horrible but that he'd pay Soap a lot for his troubles.

He'd never done more than leave a few bruises on Soap's skin.

Johnny moaned with the stretch, exposing his throat. "I'll be good. I'm sorry for taking off the ring." It was a piece of ownership. A claim to Johnny that Simon always had. So close to a wedding ring.

Ghost growled and gave him a rather sweet nip to his thigh. His eyes were so soft. Sweet. He looked at Soap and had to look away, too overwhelmed with how much he lo- adored him. Once he could easily take all three fingers, he pulled his fingers out slowly, careful to drag right against his prostate.

Simon sat up and pulled Soap closer, careful to not yank his arms too bad since he was chained up. He kissed him passionately, pressing him into the mattress. His teeth sank into his shoulder before he sank in.

Soap groaned at the stretch. No matter how good he was prepared, it still burned.

"There you go, love. Taking all of me so well." His voice dropped lower. There was a growl in his voice that sent shivers down his spine. Ghost rolled his hips into him and whined, pressing in close. He cradled Soap as he kissed him. Soap whimpered as Ghost rolled his hips, not giving him quite enough time to adjust. He groaned as Ghost pulled out.

"So big, sir. I promise I'll be good next time." He smiled, clearly being a little sassy.

Ghost huffed at him and kissed him to keep him quiet. He rutted into him, feeling him groan and arch up into him. As he fought to conquer all of Johnny's mouth with his tongue, he sped up, giving it to Soap exactly how he wanted it.

Soap moaned and tried to yank his hands down to grab him. He wanted to touch him. To reassure himself that Simon was right here. That he came back just fine. But his King had been taking care of so many people. Soap didn't mind taking care of him first. Or at least letting his frustrations out. His body pressed against him. It felt so good that he struggled to keep looking at Ghost as his eyes tried to roll back in his head.

"I missed you so much, my King. Wanting nothing more than for you to come home." Johnny whispered to him as he kissed Simon's throat.

Simon shuddered and thrusted in harder to drag out some more whines. He wanted to never leave this bed. To never have Johnny leave his side. The pleasure of just being with him after so long. After weeks of not having him, he missed him so much.

They kissed for a moment, desperate and hard. Simon fucked him harder, slamming into Johnny's sweet spot. He wanted to please him. It also felt so good. Simon whimpered in his ears. "Thank you. You feel so good. So fucking tight."

Johnny panted into his ear. "Anything for you." He clenched around him as tight as he could and moaned when Simon thrust in hard.

Simon sucked bruises in his neck as he groaned softly. He closed his eyes tight and thrust faster and faster into him. His stomach started to tense and he started to shake. Simon started to kiss him deeply. He pressed closer and closer, tracing his fingertips over his ribs and then down his hips. "I adore you. You're perfect. You really are. My love. Mine. Just for me."

Johnny whimpered and tried to get their lips together again. Simon teased him for a moment, letting him get desperate for it before leaning down.

Johnny came first, shuddering against him as he came on Ghost's chest. He sped up until he came inside him, filling him up until the cum mixed with the wax between his thighs.

Ghost unchained Soap and checked his wrists. He decided they were okay and kissed each one. Then he collapsed next to him.

Johnny engaged in his favorite pastime. Looking at Simon. They watched each other quietly.

Soap knew Ghost would ask if he could. For them to be more. And Soap would say yes if he could.

Simon stared at him with so much love in his eyes. There were boundaries though. Things they couldn't do.

Simon kissed him and pulled him in close, letting Johnny run his hands down his sides. He pulled Johnny so his head was laying on his chest. His rough fingers running along the shaved parts of his mohawk.

Simon was horribly sweet and he'd do anything Johnny asked for. Ghost was a more practical person.

But Johnny's head was on Simon's chest. And he knew that he'd be home for a good long while so they'd be able to catch up.

They kissed softly and Simon thanked the gods he had Johnny in every way he could.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

Y’all ready for Miguel to finally kiss (Y/N)’s ass??!?!?!? Not proofread enjoy lol, I had a lot of fun writing this. I tried to be a bit artsy near the end it it’s too cringe I’ll probably delete it and redo it lmao.

Cursing, Miguel finally getting his shit together, lol he’s ooc but it’s okayyy lol

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)-Last name, (N/N)-Nickname.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 12: What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

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You hated to admit it, but you kind of missed throwing away those stupid little apology notes from Miguel. Oddly enough, they had stopped appearing on your desk the day after your last little “date” with Spider-Man. Though you doubt there was any correlation, you couldn’t help but wonder why all of a sudden he would stop after what was about two or three weeks of nothing but notes after notes of apologies.

“He probably realized that you aren’t going to forgive him and decided to finally give up.” Mj’s voice sounded through your phone speaker, lying next to you as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed. Checking over your new manicure you had just received that morning, before letting out a huff as you dramatically dropped your head down on the mattress.

“Can we stop bringing him up? I don’t need reminders of his existence, not like I didn’t have enough reminders before…” You grumbled, you're sure if she was there with you she’d roll her eyes at your theatrics.

“I feel like we talk too much about you two.” She teased, the end of her sentence trailing off in a chuckle.

“Yeah because now that you're dating Peter, I can’t tease you about how you act like a nervous wreck around him anymore.” You shot back, picking your head back up and raising your brow, your smirk evident in your tone.

“Don’t be bitter that I got a boyfriend before (N/N), I’m sure spidey will ask you soon enough.” Your cheeks flared as your best friend tease, despite you starting it first you couldn’t help but feel yourself becoming a bit more shy at the mention of Spider-Man. You know not to take it to heart though as you let out a small laugh.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for that date right now.” You point out, having remembered that she mentioned to you during your last class together that Peter was planning on taking her to some movie after his photography club.

“Oh shit- you’re right! I got to go, I’ll text you later!”

“Okay bye have fu-aaaand she hung up, welp.” You drop your head on your bed once more after grabbing your pillow to place underneath you. Deciding taking a nap would be better than spending the next few hours doing something else, too tired from school to even attempt to watch a movie or tv show, let alone read or do homework. A sigh escapes through your nose, closing your eyes as you snuggle against the pillow, waiting to succumb to your own exhaustion. The white noise of your air conditioner running in the background lulling you to sleep.

—

“Maybe this is too on the nose…” Miguel mumbled to himself as he glanced down to the wrapped item in his hands, trying to compose himself as he stands in front of your dorm room, gathering the courage to knock.

It was almost embarrassing, that he was going to grovel at your doorstep in order to get you to even look at him again. He was already bruising his ego enough with the countless apology notes that you didn’t even bother to glance at for longer than a second before tossing them, let alone read. Still despite his… complicated feelings towards you, he’d rather you bruise his ego then anyone else.

His eyes came back to stare at your room number that was etched into your door, before nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You were a smart girl, a very smart girl. Miguel knew that. So he knew he was potentially playing with fire with his apology gift, he knew more than anyone else how your brain worked, he knew that you could take one glance at it and all the pieces would fall in place. He just hoped that for one, he would wave away any suspicions that you might come up with. Worst case scenario you outright declare him as Spider-Man, but then what? You weren’t one to tell secrets, you weren’t money or fame hungry so you weren’t going to go off and tell the media for a check.

Miguel shook his head, trying to shake away all the possibilities that were now coming to the forefront of his mind. Close his eyes to take in deep breath before opening to them once again to stare at your door.

‘If I keep thinking about it, I’ll end up walking away, just knock damnit.’

Finally, with a sharp exhale through his nostrils, he brings up his enclosed fist to tap lightly on your door. The edge of lips pulling downward after not getting any confirmation that you heard his knocking. After another louder knock, his ears finally picking up the faintest of annoyed groans, making his tensed shoulders slip down just a few centimeters.

Miguel thanked whatever dumb constructor decided to not give the ancient dorm building doors peepholes, because if they did, he knew you wouldn’t have opened the door for him. That’s why he stuck his foot out to act as a stopper, preventing you from closing it in his face once you realized who had decided to interrupt your short lived nap.

What a relief to be able to see your face up close with the mask on to counsel his. Despite the fact that your fake polite smile quickly melted away from your face once you realized who was at your doorstep, leaving a scowl to come and take its place. Miguel barely had time to open his mouth before your frame was once again covered by the wooden door, his school assigned leather shoes certainly getting scuffed from it hitting the side of them. Not even wincing as you attempted to push his foot out with resting your weight against the door.

“(L/N), Come on. It’s been weeks, you can’t keep ignoring me. Just… I-I know I fucked up okay? You were trying to be civil with me and I… Look I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.” His free hand came up and pushed against the door lightly, not enough to knock you off your balance or anything but enough to peak his head through the door to meet your glare once more. “You know more than anyone else that I don’t do serious apologies. Just hear me out. You’ve-You’ve already got me begging here (L/N), to just be in the same room with you so I can admit I’m an asshole. You don’t have to forgive me, just hear me out! Please-“

He was able to squeeze himself through the crack of the door, closing it before him and leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath from his babbling, chest raising up and down rapidly as his pleading eyes turned a bit more intense, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out an irritated huff as you kept your eyes on him.

“Get out O’Hara-“

“I’m tired of you ignoring me, what do you want me to do, huh!? You and I are too intertwined into each other’s lives for you to ignore me forever. You know that-“

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes a bit. Miguel, now standing up straight, took a step towards you, a hand flying to his chest as usually narrowed and bored eyes suddenly turned wild and frantic almost like a confused puppy.

“I-“ he paused, letting out a huff, before lowering his voice down to just above a whisper. “I’m not going to leave until you listen to me please just-“ He stutters, taking another pause as his eyes flutter shut tightly, you haven’t even noticed that his eyes were turning glossy and red until he opened them again, had you ever seen Miguel cry before? Well if you hadn’t, this might be a first for you both. “Please (Y/N).”

The use of the first name between you both was rare, you had been in more near death situations then you’ve heard your first name uttered from Miguel’s lips. So hearing it with such… desperation… it made your heart jump up to your throat. Your eyes never leaving his as he took another step towards you and… oh my god… is he kneeling?

“Please I-“ He choked out, the wetness that was threatening to spill out from the corner of his eye finally came down, his hands reached out to yours in desperation, you were too much in shock to think about pulling them away as you blinked down at him almost stupidly. “I can't… take it anymore. I feel like I’m going mad.”

He was being completely truthful with that statement too. He was jealous of his super powered alter ego from getting more attention from you then he was just as himself.

You finally pull yourself back into the current moment, clearing your throat as you shake yourself to help gather your words, neither of you noticing during the whole ordeal that Miguel’s apology gift had landed a few feet away from the door. Tugging at his hands as a signal to get up and off the floor. “O-okay, okay fine. Just-get up Miguel, Jesus…”

You wanted to keep holding onto this grudge of yours, but how could you when you had brought a man who is twice your size and four times your ego down to his knees? Reducing him to nothing more than a crying begging mess. Simple answer, you couldn’t. Whether it’s simple petty or if you felt like you were truly ready to hear him out, it honestly didn’t matter to you anymore. It’s clear from his breakdown that he had suffered enough.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief, sniffing a bit as he finally brought himself back up from your floor. A large hand of his coming up to wipe away a few lingering tears of frustration once he was up on his feet again. A silence fell over you both as you gave him a few seconds to collect himself properly before he could start explaining himself. Finally, with a clearing of his throat, bloodshot eyes met yours.

“Look, I know that… we haven’t been anything more than tolerant of each other… but I should have never,” his hands went to find yours again, grasping tightly as if he was afraid that you’d disappear in front of him. “Ever. Said that stuff to you. It was… too much even for us, if I could take it back, I would. I have no idea what snapped in my mind to say such vile things to you, it was wrong, it was stupid-so stupid-and I regret it. Regret it more than anything I’ve ever done in my life. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Hell, say the word and I’ll walk out of here and I’ll disappear from your life forever. “

You have honestly never felt so speechless before. Miguel has never made you feel so speechless before.

“But god do I want you to forgive, to take those words back. I'll do anything, and when I tell you that I’ll do anything, I mean anything.”

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your throat, uneasiness bubbling up in your lower gult, despite laughing being your first reaction, you could tell he was all but joking. Your tongue stuck out to lick your suddenly dry lips.

“I can tell you’re being quite… erm, serious, so,” you pause, inhaling the tense air in hopes it’ll help calm your nerves, “I accept your apology.” Miguel took a deep breath to keep himself from turning into a babbling mess again, he could feel that heavy pressure on his chest filling up, he could finally breathe agai-“but I don’t forgive you.” He could feel his airways clog back up, he felt like he was blue screening as his ears heard the words but his mind didn’t want to accept it. He wants to do nothing more than to grovel at your feet again for you to take those words back.

But he couldn’t, it made him a little happier to know that there is something he can build off of, still as he finally was able to drag himself out from your room after putting on the facade of countenance , he felt the need to release all his pent up emotions out. He wanted to cry till his tear ducts stopped working, sob till his throat felt raw. But he couldn’t get himself to do it, his body simply wouldn’t let him, refusing to undo all of his years hiding his emotions more than he’s already done in your room, you're the only one who could make him feel again. What was that book his class started reading last week?

He felt like he had no mouth, and he had to scream.

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Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.6K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties

AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.

You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.

You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.

Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.

Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.

“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.

Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.

“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.

“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”

Wait what?”

You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”

Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”

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The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.

“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.

Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”

You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”

“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.

You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”

His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”

“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.

“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.

“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.

“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.

“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.

A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”

“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”

Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”

Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.

Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.

“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.

“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.

Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.

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Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.

“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.

“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.

Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”

“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.

“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”

“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.

“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.

Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”

Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.

“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.

“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.

Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”

Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”

“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”

Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”

“Others?”

“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”

“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”

“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.

“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”

Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”

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Definitely, Jim and Pam

Summary: Part two of this thing is feeling like Jim and Pam

A/N: It took a long time to finish, but it's finally here. Thanks to all the peole who kept asking about this part two. And sorry for the waiting. This is about 10k+ words so, enjoy!

Remember this is inspired in Jim and Pam from The Office!

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Los Angeles was nice.

It's been a month since you started college and you could say you had blended in pretty well.

The classes were exhausting but everything else was new and exciting for you. You felt like it was your chance for a new beginning, and you definitely needed one.

After that terrible prom night you isolated yourself for two entire weeks. No social media, no calls, no messages, no visits. You only bothered to send your application letter for college.

When you finally decided to turn on your phone again you realized some of your friends tried to reach out to you. You answered every single message, letting everyone know that you were okay. But your heart broke a little when you realized that none of those messages or missed calls were from Wanda.

And that was your breaking point. You understood that you really screwed up things with her. She wasn't even concerned about your absence, if anything you thought she was relieved that you didn't tried to talk her anymore.

For the next months you avoided anything related to Wanda. Before blocking her number you sent her one last text apologizing and explaining your reasons to go zero contact with her.

You didn't expect her to answer anyway.

Although Pietro did call you to know about how you were doing, the moment he mentioned Wanda you stopped him right away.

"Please let's not talk about her, it still hurts too much". That's what you said.

He sighed but changed the subject immediately. That's when you found out he got into a foreign university in Switzerland and that he was moving out of the country.

You smiled happily and extended your congratulations to him.

Some time later you found yourself moving to Los Angeles and starting your first year of college.

Some of your friends ended up with you there, like Kate, Peter and MJ. It was awesome to have old friends with you, but meeting new people was also exciting.

You heard from a random conversation between MJ and Peter that Wanda and Vision ended up together in NYU.

Your felt your stomach flinch at the reminder of Vision stealing your college dream with Wanda. And you hated yourself for it. By that moment you should've been over Wanda, she didn't love you, there was no reason to grieve a love that never existed in the first place.

But you excused yourself to your friends and ran into the nearest bathroom to cry your heart out. You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it.

After washing your face to prevent anyone to notice your were crying, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn't keep going like that. You felt like you were a ghost: lifeless.

Wanda really hit different but you needed to change, to take control of your life again.

You knew what you needed to do.

You needed to move on from Wanda.

I know Pietro, she's great but, she's my best friend - Wanda said to her brother, tears dried all over her cheeks - I just never thought she would feel the same way. I didn't know what to say, I just wanted to run. Now I think it's all messed up, it's too late. There's nothing left to do. She probably hates me. But... I think I'm still in love with her.

Wanda had really screw things up with you.

She knew it.

She couldn't help it though, the moment you told her about your feelings she froze. She never expected that those words would ever came out from your mouth.

You loved her.

You really loved her.

How did she never notice it before?

And why did you never say anything?

She had so many questions running trough her mind.

It was prom night, she was about to leave with Vision, she wanted to stay a little longer but they were already late, you were there with Kate, she didn't even know you liked Kate, did you really like her? Why did you never mentioned it to her before? Why was she so mad when she found out?. You loved her. You loved her.

You loved her.

Maybe it was a joke.

She looked at you expecting for you to laugh and tell her it was all a joke.

But you didn't.

- Y/N... Why are you doing this? You know I... I can't, he's there and...

Vision and his parents were waiting for her. She just started walking as you kept apologizing. She felt numb through the rest of the night.

Her boyfriend and his family did the most of the talking during the dinner.

She couldn't focus on anything that wasn't you. She had just left you. Alone. You had poured you heart out for her and she left.

You probably were devastated.

But what was she supposed to do?

She really was clueless. Everything happened so fast. And for some reason she felt like she needed to stand up for Vision. But she probably got too defensive.

Oh god it was really a mess.

He was always right.

They used to have recurrent fights or disscusions because Vision felt like you liked Wanda more than just as a friend. But she always defend you from the accusations saying you were her best friend, nothing more. Maybe she tried so hard because she wanted to convince herself too.

That night she came home exhausted. She felt her body drained from any energy or motivation.

Her brother was still awake and when he heard she was back he walked to her room to ask about how her night went.

She tried to put on a brave face but the moment Pietro flashed her a warm smile she broke down in his arms crying.

She vent to her brother all night long, letting him know everything that had happened at prom with you.

He didn't seem too surprised when she mentioned your love for her. Instead he only hugged her harder.

Pietro had been there for his sister since forever, their twin bond was something sacred for them, they were each other's best friends and obviously, each other's best confident.

He could still remember when a little 10 year old Wanda confessed to him that she wanted to kiss you. Some kids at her school had have their first kiss at recess that day and Wanda wanted to have her first kiss. With you.

That conversation followed so many others about her little, pure and innocent attraction towards you.

As she grew older those confessions ceased but Pietro remained as the front row witness of your undeniable love for each other.

- What am I supposed to do Pietro? I'm just really confused.

The white-haired boy smiled kindly at her.

- What do you feel like doing? Wanda we both know very well that you used to have feelings for Y/N, let's not fool ourselves.

Her brother was right, Wanda was well aware of her old feelings for you. Although she had worked so hard to buried them in the deepest place of her heart and mind, she could still remember how it was.

Who could blame her? She thought that forget those feelings was the best decision in order to protect your friendship. She never expected that some day you would feel the same way.

But there she was. Crying in her prom dress, secured in the safety of her brother's embrace, regretting every single second of that night.

- I truly don't know what to do Pietro... I feel like such an idiot and a bad friend.

- No Wanda, you're a human, there isn't a correct way to react to this kind of situation, you act out of impulse and natural reaction, there's nothing wrong with that.

- But I feel so bad... Y/N didn't deserve that... What do I do Pietro? Tell me...

- No sestra - her brother told her with a soft voice - I know, guilt it's a tricky feeling, but you need to figure out how to solve this problem, you can take your time and think about it but in the end it's gonna be up to you... Not me, Vision or Y/N... It's your decision Wanda.

Pietro gently kissed her sister's forehead and walked back to his room.

Wanda barely slept that night, too busy thinking in every possibility.

The next morning she received a text from Vision asking how she was doing and letting her know that he was gonna post a picture of the both of them from last night. She quickly understood the not so discrete hint and also posted a picture. She didn't feel like writing any caption so she just limited herself to type a red heart emoji.

The days passed and she used any possible excuse to avoid seeing Vision. She felt so bad for him too, he was oblivious of the situation, it wasn't fair for him either that his girlfriend was having doubts about her love for him and their relationship. It wasn't fair for him that all Wanda could think about was you.

A week later she got a text message from you. The first text you had send her since prom.

She doubt about opening it or not. What if it was a letter telling her how much you hated her now, asking her to never come close to you again, that your friendship was over and from that moment on Wanda had no place in your life.

After twenty minutes of debating with herself she opened the text.

It wasn't what she expected.

The text was long, as she expected, but there wasn't any hate on it. It made her cry, the way you expressed yourself and the way you perfectly described your feelings. She felt terrible when you apologized for making her feel uncomfortable. You could never.

She would never let anyone know the content of the letter, it was something she decided to keep for herself. A secret between you and her for only your hearts to know, hence she never mentioned your text to anyone. Not even Pietro. The letter becoming the first secret between the Maximoff twins.

Wanda's life froze for days, she didn't isolate herself like you, she just felt dead-walking everywhere she went. She was physically there but her mind was somewhere else. She was thinking about you.

But your text was clear. You needed time and space away from her. It hurt like hell but she respected you decision. Even when she wasn't sure if she wanted for you to forget her.

She got accepted into NYU, just like Vision. Her family threw a party for her and for the very first time in years you weren't present in one of her celebrations. Not that Irina Maximoff didn't call you, but mostly because you politely declined her invitation making up some lame excuse, thanking her though.

Some time later she was packing her entire life in a set of gray suitcases, ready to take a flight to New York and start her new life at college with her boyfriend by her side. It sounded like a dream if you hear it that way.

But for Wanda everything was like a nightmare. NYU was her college dream just because she always thought you would be with her. She wasn't even sure of the path she was following, she didn't know if she really wanted to study there anymore.

Her relationship with Vision was fragile. Since prom night Wanda drastically changed her affection towards him. She didn't kiss him anymore, they only had been in a few two or three dates after and the PDA was completely gone.

Vision wasn't a stupid guy. He noticed this changes since the very first day, but decided to keep silence. For some reason he thought that Wanda would come around again once they were in college together.

But during the first weeks in NYU everything went downhill. They both had classes all day and different schedules, so they didn't had too much time left to spent together besides the weekends. But even those days Wanda always had an excuse to avoid any plan: homework, an exam to study for, books she had to read, etc.

Vision grew tired of it by the end of the fifth week, after Wanda had canceled him for the third time in a row. Not caring about the fact that the girl told him she needed to finish a report for one of her classes he walked straight to her dorm and knocked on her door.

- What are you doing here? Vision I told you...

- I know, I know what you said, but I'm tired of it - he interrupted her - Weeks Wanda, it's been weeks since the last time we had a date, weeks since the last time we spent time together, I don't know what's happening but I demand an explanation now...

Wanda stared at him.

- I don't know what are you talking about Vis, I have so many things to do and...

- No! - he interrupted again - This isn't something that started just now. I felt it since a long time ago - he paused for a few seconds, stepping in completely in the room closing the door for privacy -  Something happened at prom night, something changed that night... I don't know what it is but... Just tell me what is happening to us...

Wanda, who was now sat at the edge of her bed looked at him with teary eyes. She knew this had to happen at some point.

- I'm just tired Vision, I'm exhausted... - she said with trembling voice and some tears already falling on her cheeks - I'm going through so many changes in my life right now, I had this huge fight with my best friend and now we're not even talking anymore... Now I'm here in New York and I'm not even happy about it, I don't like the way my life is going right now... I'm not sure if NYU is what I really want and I'm questioning every decision I've made since the moment I decided to leave my prom party to go with you and your parents for dinner...

Vision didn't know what to respond to that. When he walked to her dorm that night he wasn't expecting this outcome.

- You wanted to stay? - he asked cautiously.

Wanda nodded.

- Why didn't you say anything then? We could've done something...

- I just thought that if told you I would've dissapoint you and your family. You are my boyfriend Vision, sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the relationship... And at some point I felt like I needed to make you happy...

- But were you happy? In our relationship?

- In the beginning, yes, I was delighted with the idea of us, of you... You made me really happy Vision... But then we started having all this problems and I always felt like a was giving too much without getting anything back.

- And why did you never say anything? - he said exasperated.

Vision wasn't one of those boys who are bad boyfriends and are aware of it. He truly didn't saw any of this coming.

He listened to Wanda attentive, letting her express every single thing she had to say. And as the girl talked he realized how trash of a boyfriend he was. He was respectful and never treated her bad, but he took Wanda for granted, not being the same boyfriend she fell for at the beginning. He understood the girl's disappointment on him, and as much as he wanted there was no way to turn back time.

After forthy minutes of talking, he stood for up from his seat in her bed, hugged her one last time and started walking out of the room.

- I'm sorry I wasn't a better boyfriend, you deserve so much better, I'm sorry this didn't work out - those were his last words for her before closing the door.

Wanda remained in her place for some seconds before start crying. She called her brother, although she knew it was probably and odd time in Switzerland she didn't know what else to do or who else to call for comfort. Vision was her boyfriend after all, they had been together for almost three years and it was impossible for her not to feel a hole in her heart. That night she cried her heart out, and did not attend her classes the next day, too energy drained to take a step out of her room.

Eventually she got better. After three weeks she bounce back from the break up. Although she still had a lot of issues to deal with, she felt relieved. For some reason it felt like someone had taken away some of the weight on her shoulders. She felt lighter.

Los Angeles

You were doing a lot better. Two months after your last break down you were happier than in the earliest months of college.

You decided to focus your attention on anything else but Wanda. You started to study a lot harder, focusing more on your notes and classes, and also got yourself into a hobbie: tennis.

Kate was in the tennis team since the beginning of the year, and when you told her you were looking for extra curricular classes she suggested her club.

You used to occasionally visit her during her trainings, you already knew the coaches and the rest of the team, so you figured it wouldn't be so hard to fit in.

The coaches were happy to welcome you and a few days later after filling your proper application you were officially in. The only condition was to do some extra training for some weeks until you could keep up with the pace of some of the other new girls. You promised to train after hours until you were as good as them.

That's how you met Sharon Carter.

The first day you stayed after hours to train you noticed immediately a blond, beautiful girl who arrived at the practice court about ten minutes after the other girls left.

You didn't recognized her, she wasn't part of the team, or anyone you've seen before.

She was also surprised to see anyone staying later in the tennis court after the usual practice.

- Oh hey, hi - you said approaching to her with a kind smile.

- Hello, uhmm I'm Sharon, Sharon Carter...

- I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/LN, a pleasure... Are you new here?

She laughed a little, denying with her head.

- No, I don't study here, I'm coach Peggy's niece, she allows me to use the court sometimes after her team's practice.

- Ohh, well it's a pleasure... I'm new in the team and I need to practice more hours to keep up with the rest... So I guess you'll see me around here more often

She smiled kindly.

- That's great, it will be good to have some company.

You smiled kindly and nodded.

A month after your first encounter Sharon became one of closest friends. You two had so much in common, you liked the same kind of music and most of your favorite sitcoms were also her favorites, so naturally you spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other deeper.

She told you about her sabbatical year and how she was still thinking about what college she would go to.

Eventually you became a better tennis player, but even when the coaches told you there was no need for you keep staying after hours, you kept doing it to spend time with her. And she would visit your dorm on a daily bases after classes

When Peter, MJ and Kate got to know her they didn't hesitate to start to tease you, referring to Sharon from that moment on, as your girlfriend. You just smiled shyly denying whth your head. Of course, Sharon was beautiful, but you couldn't say you were something more than just good friends.

You wouldn't even thought of that possibility until some weeks later when she suddenly asked you out. It wasn't that explicit, but the invitation was kind of obvious.

- Do you want to do something tomorrow? Like go to see a movie or have dinner? - she asked you nervously one afternoon while you were doing homework at your dorm.

- Sure - you answered without thinking too much - Where do you wanna go?

She paused for a second and you looked at her intrigued.

- Sharon?

She looked back at you smiling shyly.

- Well, I was thinking on going to have dinner at a nice restaurant, you know I have a reservation and everything...

- Oh - you said surprised but smiling too - Like a date?

She nodded nervously.

- Yes... Like a date... Would you like to go in a date with me?

Long story short, that date was the first out of so many others that followed it right after. You had a great time with her, and the affection felt almost natural between you.

Sharon never mentioned and label for the two of you, she would only say you were dating. She probably didn't want to push you, and you were thankful for it.

But she did used to hold your hand, kiss you, take you out, wait for you after classes and open all the doors for you. And you of course, reciprocated every kind action to her. You two were basically a couple without the label.

The first vacation came sooner than you thought and you found yourself saying goodbye to Sharon with your luggage ready on your cab to take you to the airport.

- You know, you can visit me anytime - you said kissing her on the lips - If you need anything just call me okay?

She nodded and promised to visit you during your break, she would stay in Los Angeles for a while.

You knew it was a weird situation for you. Sharon was beautiful, kind, funny and you could definitely say you had feelings for her.

But deep down you knew Wanda was going to be back in town too, and you were well aware of the possibilities of you two finding each other at some places. It was impossible not to considering it was a three month break from college.

You felt you were doing a good job keeping her away from your mind. But you didn't know how it would affect your progress seeing her again. You weren't sure if she would speak to you, or if she would just pretend you didn't exist.

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Being back at home was good. You had missed your parents more than you would admit, and you definitely missed your mom's meals, finally getting to eat homemade food for the first time in months.

Your first week back was calm. You stayed at home most of the time hanging wi your parents and called Shaeron every night before going to bed.

It was the very first day of your second week when everything took a turn. You were talking with your mom about college and your classes when she mentioned Wanda.

- She left college after her first three months, she's been home since then and looking for a new option.

You were surprised to hear the news. NYU was Wanda's dream since forever, and you couldn't understand why she would drop it.

- She didn't tell you? - your mom asked at your astonishment.

She never heard the story of why you and Wanda stopped talking. In fact, she didn't even know you two weren't friends anymore.

- No, we've been distant since prom, we had a fight and we just... We're not friends.

- Oh I'm sorry honey, but maybe you can talk it out with her and fix things up, you two have been best friends for so long... Don't let this ruin all those years of friendship...

You smiled sadly nodding your head, not wanting to keep discussing about it.

On wednesday you, Kate, MJ and Peter went to the theater to watch the new terror movie. They mentioned some of your old high school friends were tagging along but you never expected to see Wanda. Ever since she dated Vision she stopped going out with your group of friends.

But she was there. It felt like slow motion for you. You were already inside the the theater when she stepped in. She looked at you shyly while greeting all of your other friends, never breaking eye contact with you.

When she was in front of you she hugged you tightly.

- Hi Y/N

You reciprocated the affection dumbly.

- Hi Wanda

- How are you doing? - she asked.

- I'm good - you answered shortly, awkwardly smiling - How are you doing?... My mom told me about NYU... I'm sorry it didn't work out.

She sighed.

- Yeah well, I'm better now, I realized it wasn't what I needed or wanted and I just dropped it...

You nodded.

- I hope you find something soon, you're brilliant, any school will be lucky to have you.

She smiled.

-Thank you Y/N...

Peter said the movie was about to start and you two followed him inside.

Wanda sat two spots from you, Kate and MJ in the middle and Peter on your other side. Some of your other friends sat next to Peter.

The rest of the group probably didn't notice it, but there was a certain tension between you and Wanda through the whole movie.

She was nervous.

From the moment Kate told her you were gonna be there she imagined a thousand of different scenarios of how it would be like.

Just like you, she wasn't sure if you would speak to her. After your last message to her she didn't have any contact with you. Not even when she wanted to tell you about her situation with college.

She knew she hurt in the past, but she missed your friendship more than anything. Even though she had deeper feelings for you, she would be happy if you wanted to be her friend again.

You, on the other hand, were really confused about how you felt. You thought that you would feel anger the moment you saw her, but you just felt awkward around her. Even after she broke your heart in a thousand pieces you didn't feel mad. Maybe those months of healing really made progress in you.

When the movie finished everybody said goodbye and walked to their respective car. When you were about to leave you saw Wanda texting on her phone and walking to sit on a bench.

You wanted to just ignored her and go back home but you just couldn't. So, against any common sense you walked straight to her.

- Hey, are you going home now?

She looked at you a bit confused.

- Yeah, well I'm texting Pietro to see if he's on his way, he told me he would pick me up...

You nodded.

- Oh sure, I forgot Pietro was home too... How is he doing? - you asked.

- He's fine, he told me he's doing great at college and at the athlete team... Ohh and that he met a girl, I think her name is Monica... They've been dating for a while now..

You smiled.

- Wow, I would never imagined Pietro finally settling down... That's fantastic.

- I know, he's really happy.

There was a moment of silence interrupted by a ding on her phone.

- Dang it... - she said after reading the text.

- What's wrong?

- Pietro forgot to pick me up... He's leaving the house just now....

You looked at her texting. You knew you would probably regret your next comment but you couldn't just leave her there at a parking lot.

- Tell him not to worry, I'll take you home - you said.

She looked at you surprised.

- Really?

You smiled kindly.

- Yeah, just like the old times, let me drive you home Wanda.

She accepted and the two of you walked to your car.

You turned the music on and drove to her house. But even with the noise from the radio, it felt like there was a dead silence in the car.

After the first three minutes she finally got the courage to speak.

- So, are you doing well? How is it like living in Los Angeles?

- It's been great so far, college has been fun and I really like the city, it's amazing.

- That's great to hear Y/N, I'm really happy for you.

- Thanks.

Another moment of silence. You decided to be the one to speak this time.

- I know I said this before but I'm sorry about NYU, it must have been really difficult to take a decision like that...

Wanda sighed nodding.

- Yes, it was, but at the same time it was easy for me to understand that it wasn't something I liked, it just never felt right... The hardest part was telling my parents... That was scary.

- Yeah, I can imagine... But your parents love you, I bet they understood...

- Yes they did, although they asked me like a million times if I was sure... They even made me doubt sometimes...

You both laughed.

- Oh missed this - she said smiling.

Your laugh died and you swallowed nervously.

- What? - you asked.

She looked at you.

- Us. I miss you Y/N, so much... I miss our friendship.

You weren't expecting that answer. You didn't know what to say, although it was obvious you had miss those moments too. And it only made you feel guilty.

- Wanda... I'm sorry I ruined everything for us... I shouldn't have tell you anything that night...

You didn't look back at her, but she did look at you.

- Y/N, you didn't ruin anything... That night it was me the one that screwed up.

- No - you answered - You had a boyfriend and I was your best friend, I wasn't supposed to feel anything other than a friendship... And even if I did I should never tell you just because you were happy with Vision... I should've respected that.

Another silence.

- Can we please drive somewhere else to talk? - she asked.

-To talk? - you asked unsure of what it meant.

- Yes, I feel we need to sort this out, I really miss you Y/N... I wanna try to restore our old friendship... If you want it too, of course.

You thought about it before answering. After some seconds you changed the car direction.

- Yeah, let's talk.

You drove to a nearly park. It was getting kind of late and the place it was almost empty, just a few people walking by. Wanda found a bench for the two of you.

- I don't know what to say - you admitted nervously.

She looked at you.

- Well, first of all, I want you to know that you didn't ruin anything... I understand the reasons why you choose to cut contact with me, if anything I was the one to ruin our friendship, the way I reacted wasn't the best... I'm sorry for making you feel bad.

- Wanda...

- Let me finish - she interrupted you - I know you feel bad because you said you love me, but I want you to understand that I could have had a better reaction... Leave you alone in the hallway was the worst thing I've done.

- It's fine Wanda, you were respecting your relationship and Vision...

- I just wanted to say sorry Y/N, i wish I would had a better reaction.

You nodded.

- I appreciate your apology, but don't worry about it anymore ... I already forgive everything.

- You did? - she asked curious.

- Yes, I realized you were shocked with my confession... There was no way you would've react differently...

- Maybe it was... But there's no way to turn back time right? At least I finally got it out of my system, I wanted to apologize a long time ago.

You smiled kindly. The two of you stared at the sky in silence.

- Your text, the letter you sent me... I think I understood better after reading it... - Wanda said - Thanks for saying all of the nice stuff about me, you really are a goof friend...

- All I said was true Wanda, we've been best friends for so long I couldn't get myself to hate you.. I mean I probably felt like hating you back then, but that was probably more sadness than hate... But all the things I wrote were completely true.

She smiled and hugged you. The affection surprised you, but you just smiled and reciprocated the hug.

- So it's all good between us? - you asked - I want my best friend back.

- Yes! - she answered excited - Yes, everything is fine. 

You smiled at her.

- I'm glad.

She was bouncing her feet happily.

- Now tell everything about UCLA, how you've been doing there?

You told her everything about college, your classes, your friends, about your tennis games and everything than ran through your mind in that moment.

You mentioned Sharon briefly, not paying too much attention to the details of your relationship with her.

And the she dropped the bomb: she told you she broke up with Vision.

She explained to you her reasons to end up the relationship and you did nothing but listen.

And when she cried, telling you about her breakdown in college and the moment she decided to leave, you hold her. For a moment it truly felt like you went back in time.

You drove Wanda to her home, and she told you she would call you to make plans for the rest of the summer.

Pietro said hi from his window and you smiled at the sight of your friend.

On the way back home you smiled to yourself. You had a warm feeling on your chest and felt butterflies in your stomach.

Everything was perfect for some days. You and Wanda spent more time together, you even helped her send her application letter to different universities, including UCLA. She wasn't sure at first, but you talked wonders about the college and about how amazing it would be to have her at campus until she finally accepted. It was only a matter of time to hear back from the universities.

But the following week you noticed Peter and Kate get suspicious and secretive around you. At the beginning you thought it was a little bit odd, but then they started to laugh everytime you walked into a room.

It got to a point where the situation became unbearable.

- Okay what is happening? - you finally asked them one day before getting into the movies.

Kate looked at you nervously.

- What....What do you mean? Nothing is happening...

You looked at Peter.

- You will tell me what is happening Peter Parker... Everytime I walk into a room you two laugh and  you've been too secretive lately.

They looked at each other.

- Let's tell her Peter, she will have too know anyways - Kate said.

- Tell me what? - you asked confused - I'm not mad or anything I just want to know...

Peter sighed.

- We planned a surprise with Sharon... She's coming to visit in three days.

It ttok you a second to react, and when your brain finally understood what they just said you couldn't help but smile.

- Really? She's coming?

- Yes - Kate answered happily.

- Why didn't you tell me before? I could have help her... Does she have a flight yet? Or do you want me to...

Peter interrupted you, giggling at your excitement.

- Hey Y/N, don't worry, everything is fine and ready, she'll be here in three days, her flight lands on Saturday at noon...

You smiled again and thank them both for their help.

Wanda arrived later that afternoon. Neither of you mentioned Sharon through the whole movie, it was just when you were driving Wanda home when she noticed you were happier than other days. Peter and Kate were in the car with you too cause you asked them to go to house to arrange everything for Saturday.

- You look pretty happy today Y/N - she told you.

- Well, I feel really happy Wanda - you answered with a smile.

- Can I know why? - she asked happily too.

That's the moment it dawned to you. You never told Wanda about your relationship with Sharon. And as you were thinking of this realization, Peter was faster than you to answer to her.

- She's happy because her girlfriend is coming to visit her on Saturday - he explained.

- What?! Your girlfriend?! - she asked confused.

Wanda was shocked to say the least. You never mentioned a girlfriend on the days before, and the news hit her like a bucket of ice water. She didn't know how to feel about it.

You two were recently fixing your friendship. She didn't know if you were still having feelings for her cause she never asked you in order to not jeopardize what you had. But a girlfriend was a factor she didn't consider.

- Yes! Her name is Sharon, we've been planning this surprise for days - Kate explained.

That's when you interfiered.

- She's not my girlfriend - you said nervously looking through the mirror to see your friends - Sharon is my friend, I think I mentioned her before...

Wanda tried to remember and she slightly nodded. She remembered that name.

- So... she's not your girlfriend? - Wanda asked.

You looked at her unsure of what to say.

- Well... It's complicated, we've been dating for a few months now, but we haven't... You know... Make it official

She nodded again as she swallowed dry.

- Maybe it's time Y/N - Kate interrupted - You could ask her now that she's coming... We can help you!

Peter second Kate on the idea and they started rambling about it.

But you noticed a change in Wanda's behavior. She wasn't laughing anymore. Suddenly she got quiet.

You bumped her shoulder to caught her attention.

- Hey, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my relationship with Sharon, and it's not because I didn't want to... I just forget about it to be honest, and as I said, Sharon and I... We're not officially together yet, we're just... - before you could finish your sentence she interrupted.

- Hey Y/N, it's fine, don't freak out about it... It's just it took me by surprise, but I'm happy to see you happy...

She gave you a reassuring little smile.

- Thanks for understand Wanda... It's been difficult for me to open myself to this feelings... I think it's the first time I I say I'm dating Sharon out loud.

_ I get it, it can be complicated, but don't worry Y/N, if you and Sharon are comfortable with what you have, you don't need to rush it.

You smiled and her.

_ Thank you - you said.

It looked like the conversation about Sharon died right there, but the moment Wanda stepped in her house, she walked straight to her brother's room.

- I just don't know how to feel Pietro... I'm really confuse. I know it might sound selfish to say but I can't believe she didn't tell me before about this girl.... Everything would have been different

- What would've been different? - he asked

- Well, you know, the approach with her... You know I like her Pietro, since we were little, and now that i broke up with Vision... I thought she was single... You know what I mean.

Pietro analyzed her sister's expression.

- You were expecting to date her?

She sighed.

- Well, not straighly date her but... I was expecting some sort of awakening for us... The start of something more.

Pietro looked at her worried.

- Wanda, don't joke around this... You know she loved you, but now with this new information maybe it would be better if you move cautiously... I wouldn't want for you to get hurt.

Wanda buried her head in her hands desesperatly.

- I truly believed this would be our chance... We could be something more...

- You can daydream all you want Wanda, but the truth is, she has a girlfriend now and you have to accept it. And let me be honest with you, I don't think it was correct from you to go close to her with those ulterior motives, if you wanted to date her you should have told her before offer a friendship.

- No, I truly want  to fix up our friendship, it is the most important thing for me to save. I just thought it would be nice if something else happened...

Pietro sighed.

- Well, I wish you good luck sestra, when this Sharon girl arrives  you're gonna need to find the strength to see her fooling around with Y/N, and I can tell you, it's not gonna be nice...

Wanda barely slept that night. She imaged how would it be with Sharon around. And she thought that it was probably what you felt when she started dating Vision, you had to see her with another person, basically being replaced.

Ohh, only if she knew back then about your feelings. For sure everything would be different.

And she wasn't wrong.

From the moment you picked up Sharon at the airport you two became inseparable, although she was stying at Kate's house cause she basically lived in the Bishop's mansion, so there was more than enough room for her.

Wanda told you to enjoy the first days with her alone. She said you could show her the town and explore the place together, she would tag along later.

You thought it was a good idea. But you also noticed a changed in Wanda's behavior since Peter and Kate mentioned Sharon was your girlfriend. You didn't want to speculate around her feelings, but you couldn't help but ask if she was feeling left out, or replaced. You two were recently getting close again and you didn't want anything to jinx the progress.

But no, Wanda said she wanted to be your friend again. Nothing more.

Sharon was being a delight, as always. Being with her was easy, you never had to think too much about it. And that was probably what you liked more. But now, with her in town you felt tlike something was missing. Sharon made you happy, and she was a good company, but something felt odd at the thought of being more than just... that.

However, you took her to all the fun and interesting places around, telling her a little about the local stories. Peter and Kate sometimes would go with you, but they left you alone as much as possible, totally rooting for you two.

It was on her fifth day there when you planned to visit the amusement park with Sharon, Kate, Peter, Wanda and some other friends.

Wanda was a nervous wreck to say the least. She was wondering how this new dynamic would be. She knew you would spend more time with your girlfriend, she knew you would kiss her and hols her hand and make her laugh. So she prepared herself to control any sort of jealousy reaction she could have.

But the reality hit her as soon as you parked in front of her house to pick her up. She naturally walked to the copilot seat, only to find a blonde girl already sitting there.

- Hey Wanda, this is Sharon Carter, my friend from college. Sharon this Wanda, my best friend - you made the introductions, and the two girls smiled, saying how pleasure was to meet each other.

- I guess you're having a backseat today Maximoff - Kate said, opening the door for her.

- Yeah, I guess today I will be third-wheeling you and Peter back there - Wanda replied, laughing at the guy's reaction.

You laughed at the joke too. Luckily for her you didn't noticed that the  passive aggressive answer to Kate was because she felt uncomfortable with the situation.

The rest of the days didn't turn easier for her. You would spent most of your time with Sharon, making silly jokes and fooling around.

Wanda undoubtedly felt jealous. She couldn't help it. And she hated herself for making you feel the same way when she was with Vision.

At some point she just stopped showing up for your get-togethers. She knew she was being selfish, but seeing you with Sharon was driving her mad. Everytime she tried to spend time with you, Sharon had to be there.

But her breaking point reached her on Kate's birthday party. In the middle of the reunion, Sharon's parents called her and she walked up stairs to attend the call.

Wanda found you sitting alone in the sofa and she decided to go talk to you. She was finally having your attention all to herself, you were telling her some dumb joke about ballons, a little bit flushed because of the drinks you had that night, your hair alredy a mess after dancing... She thought you looked beautiful. She tucked a hair behind your ear and you smiled sweetly at her...

It was a very cute moment, just you two talking, so close from each other. Until a pair of arms suround you from behind, you looked up from your seat on the couch and smiled at Sharon.

- Hey! Did you finished the call with your parents? - you asked her.

- Yeah... They just wanted to know about my week but a cut the call soon to be back... Did i miss anything? - she asked, looking at Wanda and you.

- No, i was just telling some jokes, and Wanda was the lucky one to hear them - you said.

Sharon hugged you tighly and Wanda wanted nothing more but dissapear.

- Oh well, i hope Wanda doesn't mind but i need to steal you for a second... there is something i wanna tell you.

Wanda denied with her head.

- Oh no, it´s alright, i was about to leave anyways... Pietro is in his way to take me home so... I should be getting ready.

You said goodbye to Wanda and followed Sharon out to the garden. Wanda remained in place, looking at your hands intertwined with Sharon as you walked out. She left the house as soon as you were out of her sight.

Sharon Carter was a very intelligent girl. Her aunt Peggy taught her to be perceptive, to pay attention to the little details, so it was no surprise to know that she almost immediately noticed the tension between you and Wanda.

She wasn't aware of the full story, she only knew that you and Wanda had a fight before leaving for the university, but it was fixed almost immediately as soon as you had the opportunity to talk about it.

But she had a feeling that there was something more than just "friendship" problems. And that feeling sting her harder the moment she saw you and Wanda talking on the couch. She was too close to your face, and the smile you were giving to her... She needed to do something.

That is the reason why, that night, she asked you to be her girlfriend. You were a bit tipsy, and the euphoria of the moment made you say yes to her right away.

It was just the next morning, when you woke up a little hangover when you realized what had happened last night. You wanted to feel happy, but something just didn't feel right.

Sharon was a great a person, and you knew she would be an amazing girlfriend but now that you were official, something felt off to you.

Perhaps it was because it took you so long to be an actual couple. However, you couldn't just go and tell her you weren't sure about being her girlfriend. You felt some sort of responsibility towards her, like you needed to respond to her feelings. You couldn't just ask her to go back to just date again.

So you got use to the idea of being girlfriends. It couldn't be that bad. At the end, you liked her, she liked you. It could actually work.

Wanda found out about your, now official, relationship a few days later. She noticed how Sharon started to use pet names with you "Babe this... Babe that". She also started to be more affectioned towards you, increasing the PDA at a hundred percent.

She cried once you confirmed it to her. Not in front of you, of course, but at the safety of her room.

She knew she didn't have any right to feel that way, but she couldn't help it. She wish it was easier to let you go.

You still tried to make time for her though, not wanting to jeopardize your just restored friendship. But Sharon always wanted to tag along in your plans. One day Wanda just stopped going out with you, avoiding any uncomfortable moment between your girlfriend and her.

You noticed this change in her behaviour, and when you expressed this concerns with Sharon, she just brush it off saying: Well, perhaps it's for the best, that way we can make more plans for the both of us.

You were confused at her answer, but you just let it go. You'll make plans with Wanda later to talk to her alone. Sharon, in the other hand, made her goal to keep you as away from Wanda as possible.

In the latest days of summer your friends planned a weekend getaway to go camping. Wanda didn't want to go, but everyone told her it would be fun. She turned down every invitation until you were the one to ask her to go. When you knocked on her door that night she didn't find the strength to say no to you. It would be just one night though.

So, there she was, walking next to Kate and Peter looking for a good place to establish the camp. You were walking some steps ahead of them with Sharon by your side, and Wanda was already regretting going.

You had planned spend time with her during the camp. That's why, the moment you found the right place, you asked Wanda to help you set up the tents, meanwhile, Kate asked Sharon to help her take out from the cars all the food they brought.

Sharon walked away, not without giving you a last glance. All she saw was Wanda smiling at you while you read the instructions for the tent.

At night, Sharon asked to talk to you in private. You had spend all the day bounding with Wanda, laughing and making jokes, and you could tell Sharon wasn't happy at all.

- I just don't understand why are you so determined on spending time with her... I'm your gilfriend and i'm here, you should be spending more time with me - she said.

- Sharon, i'm sorry if you felt left out, but Wanda is my best friend... we've been distant lately and i wanted to spend more time with her before the summer ends.. you and me, we alredy spent a lot of time together...

She sighed.

- I know baby, but she needs to understand you have a girlfriend now, that she is not your main priority anymore... Now, please, let's just go to eat some smores and have a fun night.

You just nodded and she kissed you.

You were mad at her. For some reason. Deep down in you, a tiny voice was trying to scream. And that voice was saying that Wanda would always be your main priority.

Later at night, when you found yourself unable to sleep, you sneaked out of the tent you shared with Sharon. You were surprise to find Wanda sitting next to the campfire.

- Hey... Can't sleep? - you asked to caught her attention.

She turned to look at you.

- Yeah, something like that... Kate snores - she said smiling.

- Ohh really? - you laughed - That's quite funny... So you can't sleep because of her snores?

She nodded.

- Yep, i'm kind of a light sleeper, any sound can keep me awake all night.

- Well, then i'll be glad to stay awake all night with you - you said taking a seat next to her.

- Are you sure you want to do that? - she asked- I kind of noticed that Sharon...

You interrumpted her.

- I know, but i don't care. Wanda you're my best friend, if i wanna spend time with you i will spend time with you... I'll deal with Sharon later.

Wanda felt nostalgic at your words.

- What's wrong? - you asked.

She looked at you.

- It's just that... your a better friend than i am. You have a girlfriend and still try to make time for me... i never did that back when i was with Vision.

You smiled at her words.

- Wanda... we are kind of adults now, if i kept acting like when i was in high school i would have a problem. I'm more mature now, i guess i can have a girlfriend and a best friend. You were younger and he was your first boyfriend, i now understand why you acted like that.

- This is what i'm talking about, you're a better person than me Y/N, i don't deserve you.

- Hey don't say that. You are one of the best persons i know Wanda, you can't keep punishing yourself for things you did when you were 16. Like i said the other day at the park, i forgive you, i did it a long time ago.

She looked at the sky.

- I just wish things were different. If only i could turn back time... - she said desperate.

- Wanda please stop, let's just enjoy this moment, okay?

You offered her a hug that she replied immediately. Then you just chill under the stars.

- I got into UCLA - she said out of nowhere after some minutes.

- What? - you asked excited - Are you serious?

She nodded her head smiling.

- Yes, the letter came in this morning... I got in.

- Wanda that is amazing... we will be together in college, like we always dreamed about!

You kept celebrating her for some more minutes and then you just went on talking about the campus and the city.

Wanda watched you in awe, how your eyes sparkled when you talked, the way you smiled and expressed. And she fell deeper for you. When she heard you talk about your future plans with her she couldn't help but daydream about a life by your side.

She daydreamed about living with you, being your girlfriend, marrying you, having kids with you... God, she wanted you bad.

That's why, immersed in the euphoria of the moment, the next words came out of her mouth.

- I love you so much...

And your whole world stopped right there. You stopped your explanation of why your dorm hall was the best in the campus to look at her straight in the eyes.

- What?

Wanda knew there was no turning back. She said it, and she decided to stand to her words.

- I love you so much Y/N, you really don't have and idea of how much. I love your eyes, your voice, your personality; i love your stupid jokes about life... I love how you talk, how you move, how you walk. I love how you treat me, how you protect me. I love how, despite everything i've done, you're still by my side... I think i just love everything about you.

You hear her speak and your heart beat at hundred times per second. The words you always wanted to hear, she was finally saying them.

- Wanda, what are you talking about? - you asked, still in disbelief.

The girl's heart was about to explode. But she needed to keep talking, she couldn't stopped just then.

- Y/N I don't expect you to reciprocate my feelings, not after everything I put you through... But i just need to come clean, can i be honest with you?

You nodded dumbly. You had so many questions, but you knew nothing would come out of your mouth. So you let her talk.

- Y/n i drop out off college because of you, and before you blame yourself, it was mostly because i missed you... You and i had a dream, going to NYU together was our thing, and it shouldn't have been with Vision... I guess, not only the college thing but everyhting, it was never Vision. It was you all along. You were my first love Y/N, i shouldn't have give up on you... on us. Yes, our friendship is the most important thing for me, but if we could be something more... Ughh, now things are just weird between us, and that sucks... and i miss you - she knew she was rambling, but she needed to get everything out - and now you're with someone else, and that's fine but, i just wish it was me... Because even when i made mistakes, it was always you.

When she finished talking you were loss for words. Your heart, your mind, nothing was working correctly. It was like the whole world faded because Wanda told you she loved you.

That's all your mind registered: she loved you.

- Wanda... i don't know what to say to be honest - you said.

She was a mess, her heart was beating like crazy, she was all flustered because of the nerves and her whole body was shaking. She wanted to hear your answer, but she was also afraid of what she might hear.

- I wish things were different too... - you said looking at her - You know, i'm really confuse right now. Sharon... she's someone special to me, i wouldn't want to hurt her, i guess now i understand what you felt about Vision. But, i want to be honest with you too... I don't want to lose you again, you're even more special to me... I want you to be in my life forever. It truly seems like timing never work for us, right? - you joked, making her smile a little - We can be friends Wanda, i'm really excited to be in college with you, if you want that too... I just don't want to lose you.

She started to cry.

- Oh Y/N, i would love to be in your life forever, even if you're not with me, i don't want to lose you either... Thanks for giving me a second chance.

You hugged her even tighter than before, now crying as well. You two stood there for some minutes, melting in each other's embrace. When you broke the hug you noticed it was almost 2 am, so you decided to go back to your tent, wishing her good luck with Kate's snores.

You didn't have much sleep that night though. Your mind kept you up all night.

Wanda told you she love you. She confessed her feelings for you and now it was up to you to take the chance. You looked to your side and found Sharon sleeping soundly. You knew it was unfair for her that you felt that way, but you couldn't deny your feelings: deep down you knew it was Wanda, cause it had always been Wanda.

The next morning you and your friends left the camp and went back home. Sharon noticed you were a little bit quite, but when she asked you about it you just said it was because you hadn't sleep well. Wich wasn't completely a lie.

You spent two days more with her before she flied back to Los Angeles. She was excited cause she got her acceptance letter from Princeton. You were happy for her too, but the situation made you wonder about your future with her. She wouldn't be around UCLA anymore, and that would change your whole dynamic.

She told you not to worry, kissed you one last time and went back home.

In the remaining days you prepared your luggage to return to the university.

Wanda was in some sort of trance. After you told her to be just friends she felt happy cause you would still be in her life, but she also was sad because it wasn't in the way she wanted.

When she told everything to Pietro he told her it was brave to come clean with you, but he was also worried for her sister's feelings.

- I know Y/N well enough to know she won't hurt you, but i'm worried you two are making a mistake. This whole thing of "let's just be friends" can be risky for the both of you.

She just replied:

- We're still friends and that's all that matters, we'll live our college dream together and everything will be fine.

You flied back to Los Angeles, now with Wanda and her parents.

Pietro flied back to Switzerland.

And Sharon flied to New Jersey.

The first weeks of the course went normal. Wanda loved the campus and was thrilling because you were there with her. You showed to her all of your favorite spots and you two settle a schedule to spend time together, mostly studying.

Wanda immediately felt the change from NYU. She was genuinely excited for her classes, she genuinely loved the school, she didn't have to pretend cause she felt happier.

You were happier with her there too. Although something was still feeling out of place.

You thought it was because Sharon wasn't there anymore. You used to call her every night to tell her about your day. She told you all about her campus and her program. You listened to her attentive, but she knew something was off. She could feel it too.

But both of you were too afraid to mention it.

The days passed, and everything felt like a roller coaster for you: in the day everything was exciting and brilliant because you spent it with Wanda. But at night, when you talked to Sharon over the phone, everything felt wrong. Every night you went to sleep with a pit in your stomach wondering why you couldn't be happy with Sharon, but why you felt so complete with Wanda.

Sharon Carter was a very intelligent girl. From the moment you told her Wanda was going to be with you at UCLA she knew you two were doomed. She didn't have to know your complete history with Wanda to know she was someone special for you. Someone who she couldn't compete with, cause she'll always lose to Wanda if it was up to you.

But as intelligent and perceptive as she was, she was firstly, a girl in love. So, leaving behind any insecurity, she was hoping you would chose her. That's why she tried to make things work for the two of you, for as long as she could. A month was enough to completely wear out your relationship.

As intense as her love was, she knew she couldn't alter the course of fate. She recognized that you had alredy found your way with another person, and Sharon understood that she had to let you go, accepting that this time, she couldn't change the destiny of your love.

Sharon called you, like every night. But this time there wasn't any softness in her voice. You knew, from the moment she said you needed to talk, what was the night was heading to.

The conversation was long, tired, and full of regretness. She regretted meeting you. You regretted taking it too far. Both of you regretted making each other so unhappy.

Needless to say, it wasn't an amicable breakup. She cried and you didn't stop asking for forgiveness until she said goodbye and hang up the phone.

You spent your night alone. You cried, but when the sadness left your body completely, you felt lighter. As if the crying had washed away the guilt and the weight from your soul.

The next day you told Wanda about your break up with Sharon. She asked you if you were okay and you mindelessly said yes.

- C'mon Y/N, you know you can be vulnerable with me, there's no need to put on a brave face.

You insisted that everything was fine, and after a few more attempts, she dropped the subject to avoid making you uncomfortable.

She was surprised to hear the news. Sharon seemed like a nice girl, and even when she knew she wasn't veey comfortable with your frienship, she wanted for you to be happy.

She tried to avoid having any inappropriate thoughts, but she couldn't stop herself to wonder about you and her. She knew you had just come out of a relationship, everything was still too fresh, but deep down, a flicker of hope had ignited in her.

You on the other hand was confused with yourself. You wanted to feel bad, to be sad, to grieve your relationship with Sharon. You felt like a complete idiot for not feeling bad. God, your girlfriend had broken up with you, and it had mostly been your fault, but you couldn't feel sad. After crying that first night when you broke up, you never cried again. Now what you felt was guilt for feeling nothing.

Some days later Wanda asked Pietro to call you. She was worried about you cause she thought you were keeping all your pain to yourself. So she decided to call in the big guns.

When you saw Pietro's name on the phone you were excited but a little confused. He made small talk for a while and told you about Switzerland and his girlfriend. When he finally dropped the bomb on why he called you, you couldn't say you were surprised.

- She's just worried about you Y/N.

You sighed.

- I know, but there's no need to be worried, i'm fine.

- Y/N, i'm on the other side of the world and i can tell you're not fine, i can hear ir in your voice. Wanda thinks you're keeping it all to yourself and she just wants you to have someone to talk.

You knew there was no use in trying to denied anymore. Pietro was a close friend. You grew up together as well. He was like a brother to you. That's why you decided to finally speak to him.

- It's just that... I have nothing to talk about Pietro.

You told him all your concerns about your break up with Sharon and you vent with him.

He listened to you carefully, not saying anything at first.

- Why do I feel like crap? - you asked when you finished - I really wanted this relationship to work, i felt something for Sharon, without a doubt. But when things fell apart i felt almost relived that it was over... I'm such a jerk.

- No, you're not, everyone has a way to cope, and just because you're not miserable and sulking doesn't mean you're bad, please don't torture yourself over it. You truly believed you wanted to be with her, you gave your best effort in that relatioship but you can't force yourself to love someone. Sharon was special, but maybe you tried too hard to love her. But why?

You felt your heart racing at his question. You knew damn well why.

- I think i was afraid of what could happen if i wasn't with Sharon.

- So you used her... and don't get me wrong, it can be really fun as a distraction, but when it's over, you think about the girl you really like, the one that broke your heart. Maybe that's why you feel nothing but freedom. Now you can make your own decisions Y/N.

You ended the call a minutes later.

For some days you thought about what Pietro said. You were experiencing so many emotions that you asked Wanda to suspend you study sessions together for a few days.

Wanda thought you were taking time apart from her because of your break up. Maybe you wanted time for yourself without her.

It sucked for her cause she believed you were best friends again. But even if you weren't her best friend, she knew you would always be friends.

It was almost ironic. You two never got the timing right. She shot you down and then you did the same to her and now...

She needed to focus her attention on something else.

She sent you a text letting you know she would be at the volleyball tryouts, so if you needed anything you'll knew where to find her.

You texted her back a thumb up emoji and a happy face, wishing her good luck.

You were alone in your room when suddenly Pietro's words rang in your head: Now you can make your own decisions Y/N.

A power took over your body and you walked out of the dorm hall to go to the volleyball court. You were nervious, but you had something to do.

Wanda was talking to the volleyball coach in her office, answering some medical questions fro the formal papers, when you suddenly opened the door.

- Y/N, what are you doing here? - she asked confused.

- Hey, emm i'm sorry coach, i just have to say something...- the coach nodded at you and you looked back at Wanda - Um, are you free for dinner tonight?

- Yes - Wanda said shocked.

- All right, then it's a date... - you said smiling and closing the door to leave.

Wanda smiled like never before. She felt on cloud 9. Her face was all red and her body shaking in excitement. She looked at the coach, rememebering where she was.

- I'm sorry, what was the question? - she asked nervously.

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[ink4blotches]

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/spiderman/images/c/cb/Spider-Woman_Vol_7_1_Variante_Chew_Sin_texto.png/revision/latest?cb=20200722230535&path-prefix=es Sorry if this request is kinda long but could I please request a Pavitr Prabhakar dating shy reader who’s from the same dimension as Miles, even best friends with Gwen Stacy & is (blonde) Peter Parker & Mj adopted daughter, well known superhero spider person who had a blood transfusion along with venom blasts from her dad, maybe showing him her dad base or hanging out one of their dimensions, just fluff

YOU ALREADY KNOW IT!!!! I gotchu anon ;))

Synopsis/Feels: SO BASICALLY, THE GIST OF IT IS....SHYISH AWKWARD FEM READER SHOWING PAV AROUND HER SECRET BASE, AND THEYRE TWO PARTNERS IN A ROOM AND THEY MIGHT KISS....THEN MJ WALKS IN AND IS LIKE '🧍‍♀️'

IF IT DIDNT COME OUT THE WAY YOU WANTED, PLS LET ME KNOW!!

Word Ct.:898

Without further ado...

JEALOUS?(Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader)

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"So, did you really make all this stuff?" He asks as he continues to walk around.

"Yeah...I did." I smile a bit at Pav's amazement. He's way smarter than me, yet he's so amazed by the simplest stuff..

"This is seriously cool, Y/N. These web grenades..." He picks one up and before I can warn him it explodes in his face.

Yeah, those were still in progress.

"....are awesome. I need some of these in my life!" Pav excitedly yells, shaking the webbing off his face.

"They're not THAT impressive..." I voice to him as I walk over, rubbing off some of the web that he missed.

He suddenly grabs my hand.

"Are you kidding?! I mean, web grenades with rainbow webs?! What have we been doing all these years!" He shakes my hand in both of his as he smiles.

"Yeah...those were actually Miles' idea. Couldn't have done it without him." I say, and it's true. Despite Pav being my literal boyfriend, the boy that's been in my lab the most is actually Miles.

Crazy, right? "Okay, but seriously. How come you didn't show me any of this sooner?!" Pav fanboys over a bunch of the stuff in my lab.

"Uh...I dunno, it's not that cool." I say, living at nothing on the ground. I invited him here so we could hang out, free of..prying eyes.(she means Miles).

But the entire time he's been here, all he's done is fanboy over stupid spider gadgets.

Maybe I should just venom strike him-

"You okay Y/N? You're quiet..." Pav raises an eyebrow at me, setting down one of my prototypes and walking over.

"Huh? Oh- no I'm fine- I'm okay!" I mentally slap myself for being so awkward. He stares at me for a second while I try to hide my panic.

"Ohhhh, I get it. You're jealous!" Pav wiggles his eyebrows at me. "Um, what?" I ask with the most blank face I've ever mustered.

"I've been spending too much time worshipping your inventions and not enough time worshipping you!" Pav concludes.

I bring a hand up to cover my face.

"Jealous?" I ask with a sigh, knowing he's right but not wanting to straight up admit it.

"I mean, I would be jealous too if I was you. Don't worry, I'll leave your stuff alone!" He smiles at me, taking one of my hands in his.

"Thanks!" I try not to look like a complete idiot in front of him.

"Pft, I'm sorry. It's just so obvious that you're trying not to freak out and it's so cute!" He exclaims, laughing lightly.

Once he stops, we just stand next to each other in awkward silence.

"You know, it's nice being with you." Pav admits. I swear my heart is literally about to explode. But don't freak, it's cool. Say something cool Y/N.

"Really?" Totally blew it.

"Yeah, really. You're like a breath of fresh air from my universe. I love Mumbattan, but there's always..." He trails off, seemingly searching for a word.

"Traffic?" I guess. He lets out a laugh. "Yeah, traffic. But spending time with you takes my mind off the...traffic." Pav shrugs, hiding a small grin that plays onto his face.

"Uh....spending time with you makes my traffic go away too." I mumble.

I want to jump off a building without my web shooters.

"...I'll take it." Pav laughs with a little shake of his head.

After another moment of silence, we both try to speak at once.

"Sorry fo-/I love y-."

"Wait what did you say?" I ask, my eyebrows almost shooting off my face.

"Huh? Nothing. What did you say?" Pav asks, looking equally shocked.

There's a brief silence before we both start laughing.

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"You don't have to say it back or anything, I just thought I should tell you." Pav finally says as we're seated next to each other on a blanket.

"I...loveyoutoo." I blurt out. He sits up, looking at me with comically large eyes.

It's almost like he's a fictional character sometimes with those wonky expressions..

"What was that? Didn't hear you!" Pav smiles, urging me to say it again.

"...nope." I shake my head at him while he begs me to say it again.

Suddenly, he places his hand on my cheek lightly and I almost have a whole heart attack.

"You had...your earring almost fell off-." Pav stutters a bit, handing me the earring I was wearing. Meanwhile, his other hand is still resting with no rent on my cheek.

"Yeah, okay." I smile at him, putting my hand on top of his. He leans in slightly and panic mode instantly reactivates.

IS HE GONNA FRICKING KISS ME?!

No, that's crazy! We've only been dating fr 7 months- or do couples usually kiss within the first 7 months?!

This is some marriage type behavior!

But do I want to kiss Pav? Yes! Obviously, is that even a question?! I mean seriously- but what if I'm bad at kissing?

Does my breath smell?

I realize he's getting closer, a little bit TOO close.

Suddenly I hear a loud knock before the door to my lab flies open.

Pav and I back away from each other at lightning speed.

MJ stands there with a hand on her hip.

"Well...dinners ready..."

[hugs4lifesworld]

Never mind - Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Former relationship between peter and reader but it has been bad since Tony died. Reader is friends with Flash and met him before Peter from galas, charity things, and other events. In some ways he knows her better than anyone else. Very little of Peter.

"I can't believe you're really making me go." I grumble to Happy as he half drags, half guides me into the airport carrying my luggage given my refusal to even going on this trip. Happy having heard my complaints, bargaining, and weak threats the whole way continues to ignore me which he has done for the past half hour after simply arguing "Maybe this will be good for you." We make it to the large group of teenagers I call classmates where I am finally released only to be surrounded by my friends. As they chatter away I catch a glimpse of Happy speaking to the two teachers who are chaperoning before leaving. I roll my eyes and sit down beside Michelle knowing I won't get far if I even try to escape.

Before long the last member of the class comes and we go through to our gate. After that we board our plane. Out of habit I follow Flash to the first class area where we both have seats reserved, should we choose to use them. I laugh at him when the stewardess takes the drink from him when Michelle rats that he was blipped and therefore not 21. The two of us are instructed to sit with the rest of the class until after take off. We comply and I end up by Brad and Flash is a few rows back. In the seat across from me is Michelle with Betty beside her. The crew begins their safety demonstration and then we take off.

Flash and I decide to stay with the rest of the class for the time being and he sleeps while I continue the book I have been reading. Roughly half way into the flight I finish the book and am not tired. The cabin crew is also making rounds, checking on everyone so it would be pointless to even attempt to sleep. Looking around the cabin I catch Peter's eyes already looking at me, feelings I have been pushing down bubble and overwhelm me and I have to rip my eyes away. Sighing, I divert my gaze onto the screen in front of me so they don't gravitate back to Peter. 'Might as well' I think before grabbing the headphones and putting them on. I reach forward flicking on the screen and pushing the listening option. Scrolling through I find only audiobooks about The Avengers, some older books about Steve and one on the blip.

I simultaneously feel angry, annoyed, and get a lump in my throat and my eyes burn. Quickly switching to the in-flight movies I hope and pray that it's something different. I quickly find that they are different but this is worse, so much worse.

All I see are "documentaries" on my dad. My breath hitches and the more I scroll through the less I seem to be able to catch my breath. I am startled when I feel a hand on my arm and look to see it's Flash giving me a questioning look and I nod. I know he doesn't believe me but he, thankfully, lets it go for now. I switch the screen off, practically ripping the headphones off. Michelle looks over at me while Betty gasps "Y/n!" causing several members of our class including Brad, Ned, and Peter to look at me which I try my best to ignore.

Just then a stewardess walks by, "Excuse me." I say to the blonde woman who has an incredibly fake smile plastered on her face. I think I catch the end of an eye roll as she turns to me answering, "Yes, how can I help you?". "Do you happen to have any other movies?" I ask her hoping I don't have too much emotion in my voice. Because Ned, Flash, MJ, and Peter are all focused on me but I can tell I failed. "I'm afraid we don't, Miss. I'm sorry." she answers and goes to walk away "How about a book then?" I ask her. With a barely concealed sigh she answers "I'll check." and she leaves. She is back in a few minuets with 3 books. Glancing at the spines I read the titles. Once again they are about the Avengers and the blip, Steve, and my father. This time I don't bother to hide anything, with a heavy sigh and a seemingly exasperated tone I ask. "Do you have anything that's NOT about Tony Stark? A magazine, anything?" I stress. "No, Ma'-" I interrupt "Fine, a sleeping pill then?" I ask snapping at her trying to keep from crying. she scoffs and straitens wiping the fake grin from her plump red lips and narrowing her brown eyes at me. "What is your problem?" She questions me and I shoot back "I just don't want to read or listen to anything about Tony Stark!" I exclaim thankful the two teachers are sleeping and I easily ignore everyone else.

She gapes at me looking indignant "How dare you. Tony Stark was an amazing man who sacrificed everything." she practically yells at me. "Never mind." I huff out sitting back in my seat "I don't want to hear about it. Okay?" I tell her in a clipped tone.

"Tony Stark was the founder and leader of the Avengers! He housed S.H.E.I.L.D. He was an incredibly selfless man who died for the world." She raises her voice slightly becoming more frantic as she speaks. I only hold my tongue for a few moments before I burst. Jumping to my feet "Okay. First, he was not the founder of the Avengers. That was Nick Fury who came up with the original idea and Phil Coulson and Maria Hill helped execute said idea. Second, He was not the leader. Steve Rogers is," I pause "Was. Captain America was the leader. Tony did however pay for everything. Third, He never housed S.H.E.I.L.D, only gave former agents new jobs. Finally, He was an incredibly selfish man." I list off, finishing emotionally and scornfully before rushing away only barely taking notice of Flash angrily send her away to get the head steward and not come back.

Leaning on the sink I heave, trying to catch my breath and not let the sobs out but one escapes.

Then another...

And another.

Crap.

Next thing I know I'm in the hallway between coach and first class and Peter is kneeling in front of me telling me to breathe. The black at the edges of my vision slowly recedes and I can hear Flash shouting at who I assume is the head stewardess. I gather myself and push Peter away and stand. "I'm fine. You can go." I tell him making my way back to Flash and our seats to gather my things before he can say anything. "You and your staff should read the manifest." Flash states as I shoulder my bag. "I'm sorry, sir, but your friend was belligerent and Mr. Stark was a hero." She says trying to dismiss the issue. "If you had read the manifest you would have seen that Y/N Stark was on this flight. If anyone has the right to be selfish, it's her." He bites to her and snatches up his bag, I assume from the sound.

The last thing I hear before passing through the curtain to first class is "She is his daughter after all." and him stomping after me. Throwing ourselves in our new plush seats we sigh and Flash silently reaches over putting his hand on mine and we sit that way in silence for a while until he squeezes my hand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks. My first response is a simple shrug but he gives me a look and I can't help sighing again, "I just still can't believe they made me come on this stupid trip." I tell him. "Maybe they thought it would be good for you." He tells me. "Yeah, right." I reply with a scoff.

"They get five years with him and I ... lost five. Sure, I'm not the only one in the world. No one else got blipped, came back, had to fight, and then watch their dad sacrifice himself." Feeling the tickle of the tears I angrily wipe my face and sniff before continuing, "Then I go home and find my dad married Pepper, which is great and I love her, she is the only mom I've ever known and on top of it I have a little sister." Flash just lets me rant. "Then, I have to go to work helping everyone else. I didn't even get to hug him or tell him I love him." I finally burst and Flash pulls me into a hug, holding me as I cry. Eventually succumbing to my emotions and exhaustion and falling asleep in one of my best friends arms.

A few hours later I'm lightly shaken awake by Flash so he can tell me we will be landing soon. I sit up staring at the floor before whispering "Thank you." to Flash who squeezes my shoulder as if to say "no problem" while holding out my make up bag out to me in the other. I raise an eyebrow at him and he simply said "Parker brought it.". I grab it with a huff and stand knowing I'm going to have to talk to him ... eventually. I make my way to the restroom I had previously tried to gain control in with a new determination but find the door locked. I stand and wait for only a few seconds before the door swings open to reveal Peter. Once he sees me his eyes widen and he slams the door. Okay I think and see Brad coming so I decide to try another restroom to fix my make up so when we land I will appear to be all together, just in case.

It only takes me about seven minuets to redo my makeup and make sure my hair is presentable. Once I finish that I go back to my seat, buckle my seat belt, and wait for the plane to land. "Your teachers want you to disembark the plane with the rest of your class." The head steward appears and instructs Flash and I and I simply roll my eyes while Flash gives a simple nod and she disappears.

"So, why are you pissed at Parker?" Flash asks as the plane slowly descends. "I'm not." I say. "That's bullshit and you know it." He shoots back. With a sigh I try again, "I'm not pissed at him. Why do you think that?". He gives me a look and answers "You two were good together. As much as I hate it. You were happy and now you'll barely even look at him." He points out. "We both have a lot of things to work out ... with my dad and stuff. You know the internship." I shrug. "So talk to him." "It's not that easy." I answer. He just looks at me as we land on the tarmac.

The plane finally comes to a stop and Flash and I join our class to disembark. Somehow I end up by Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty. It is quickly revealed that Betty and Ned are dating. After a few awkward interactions between peter and I, the whole class exits the airport. With that our trip officially begins.

[ironspiderfics]

turn this car around

by @iron--spider for @foreverday

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Peter doesn’t know why he ever expects anything to be simple. 

Simple isn’t even a word he knows anymore. Nothing is ever simple for Spider-Man, and he knows he sounds like he’s moaning and groaning and that a lot of people would give a lot of money to be in his position but they can keep it because it isn’t worth it because nothing is ever simple. 

Sure, he saves people all the time, and that matters and it’s important, and sure, he has access to Tony and the Avengers and that’s something he would never trade, ever, not in a million years, but a lot of the time it feels like his Parker luck chemically combined with his Spider-Man luck, and that’s hit and miss at best and terrible at worst. 

He can’t go into a public bathroom without the toilet overflowing. He can’t go on a date with MJ without his card being declined for no reason (except not paying attention to his automatic billing but it’s fine) and he can’t move from place to place without something falling into his path. Lost cat lost person lost backpack sudden storm sudden traffic something something anything everything. 

Sometimes he feels like he’s cursed, sometimes he feels like simple and normal are things he’s never gonna know again, and sometimes he’s alright with that but then other times he’s stuck on the Red line train for an hour because someone is standing on the tracks holding up the trains with BAN SPIDER-MAN signs.

It’s Boston! Why is that even happening here? He only goes out as Spider-Man here every so often so there is really no need for protests—

It’s nonstop, nonstop, nonstop—

“Listen, it’s fine,” Tony says, as they walk out of the office. “It’s fine. It went well. It doesn’t matter.”

“It mattered,” Peter says, already nursing a headache, and of course his headaches are worse than normal people’s headaches and the only medicine that can actually help him is some workshop concoction that he’s out of right now. “It mattered. They looked at me weird.”

“They were looking at me,” Tony says, widening his eyes at him. “Everyone at MIT looks at me that way. You know that, there are too many incidents trailing after me, I’m always gonna get looks—the fountain incident, the disaster at Simmons Hall, the incident with the crab legs—all of this in my college tenure, by the way, nothing to do with Iron Man—”

“It can’t be that serious or you wouldn’t have volunteered to go with me to try and help me,” Peter says, glancing at him.

“My name’s still my name,” Tony says, shrugging at him. “Stark still carries weight—a little bit more around the midsection lately, too, we gotta get back in the ring—”

Peter snorts. “What? You are not gaining weight.”

“Tell Pepper that. Tell her that when she pats my stomach and says nothing and walks away—”

Peter laughs again, but it hurts his head, and he winces. He’s not at his thesis yet, not by a longshot, but he’s having the same issues at MIT that he was having in high school. Hard to juggle school work and Spider-Man work, seeing friends and team meetings and coming up with lies to cover what the team meetings actually are, and he’s got MJ and Ned helping him with that too, and maybe he just shouldn’t make friends, maybe he shouldn’t try to get lab time or grants and why is he even trying to ask for a grant with Tony Stark in the room, isn’t that like a bad look, asking for money with a billionaire beside him, and he’s thinking too much, again, and it’s making his headache worse—

“Hey,” Tony says, and he pats his shoulder. “Earth to Peter.”

Peter just grunts.

“It’s fine, but you should have let me pick you up,” Tony says, raising his eyebrows at him. He says it gently, because he knows Peter is still agonizing over it.

“I know,” Peter says, with a sigh so heavy he feels it in his gut. “You just can never tell—and I was out of your way—and I know the trains aren’t reliable in the first place but I was out of your way—”

“Kid,” Tony says, narrowing his eyes at him. “You’re never out of my way. You could be in Jersey and you wouldn’t be out of my way. That sounds bad. It’s the phrasing—you are always in my way—no, you’re—listen, I can always pick you up. Wherever you are, I can get you, I can pick you up, it’s not a question. You know that.”

He doesn’t say you should know that because it’s not a matter of should, Peter does know, he does, and he doesn’t know why he’s always banging up against it. 

He just has a hard time letting people help him. Even though he needs a lot of help almost always. 

“You do know that, correct?” Tony asks, as they make a beeline for the elevator. “You haven’t been mind-wiped in the interim—what is the interim, I saw you yesterday, last night, a mere matter of hours—”

“No,” Peter says, blowing out a breath, and he presses the down button to call the elevator. “No. No. Unless there were hidden spells in the calc homework to mind-wipe me by some hidden spell villain then no, I am—my brain is—my mind is intact.” He sighs again. Sometimes he just…talks too much. 

The elevator arrives, and they get on it, and Tony is giving him this look. And he holds the look and keeps giving it, and Peter’s known Tony long enough to know that look. It isn’t disappointed, he’s more—regarding him. He knows the way Peter works, why he does the things he does, but he’s always gonna look at him and wonder when the other shoe is gonna drop. If he’ll ever just take charity—if he’ll ever stop thinking of it as charity and just something family does—

Because that’s what they are. Peter knows that. They’re family. 

He didn’t accept that at first, either, and May’s little asides about how much she distrusted Tony didn’t help. But Tony started coming around a lot more often after all of the Vulture stuff, and they started having dinner together every Tuesday, and then that turned into dinner with Tony and May every Friday, and then that turned into lunch with Tony and MJ and Ned after school on Wednesdays, and soon enough Peter was at the new facility almost every weekend. And then May warmed up to Tony and then Peter and Tony started working in the workshop together and then the whole end of the world thing happened and Tony almost died—and Tony almost dying reminded Peter so much of Ben actually dying that he latched on like a tiny duckling and didn’t let go. And he gets embarrassed by a lot of things that he does but he’s not embarrassed of that, or of any of the time he spent by Tony’s bedside while he recovered. He remembers the crosswords, the sci-fi marathons, the two of them working on his MIT essay together. The long talks about anything and everything. Recovery. For both of them.

“You’re gonna get it,” Tony says, and he pats Peter’s shoulder again. “I looked at some of the other applicants and yours has the best optics—”

“Oh great,” Peter laughs. “Optics.”

“—and the best follow-through possibilities, helps pave your way, I’m attached to it, Rhodey’s on the backup—and he ate all those muffins within about thirty minutes, by the way, he still has to message you but they got him all hypnotized—”

Peter laughs again, and that brightens him up a little bit. “Oh good, I was worried because he didn’t say anything—”

“Oh no, that was the best thank you gift you could have gotten him—gone so quick he thought he blacked out—and there’s someone else who should be worrying about his waistline—”

Peter snorts again, shaking his head. The elevator dings and they walk out, heading through a busy atrium. 

Tony slings an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Stop thinking about the train,” he says. “It went well, it’s over now, let’s go to the Burger Company, huh? I can go for a good Killer Bee.”

Peter nods, wincing against the sun when they step out into it. But he immediately starts feeling more optimistic when he thinks about food. “Oh yeah,” he says. “Oh, the green monstah. Oh yeah.”

“I know Bruce still wants to get that copyrighted,” Tony says, as they veer towards the car.

“Just get him to make an appearance and they’ll add his name to it,” Peter says. 

“Lunch next week,” Tony says. “I’ll get all of us in there. That’ll do it.”

And Peter hopes he’s invited to that, but he doesn’t say anything. They’ll be in Boston, he probably will be, but he’s not gonna say anything—and maybe that’s just the headache and the negativity talking—thinking—

Whatever. He stops thinking. He becomes full hamburger. 

And they get in the car, so much better than the train, and Tony laughs and praises the way Peter laid out his proposal, his usage of the phrase polymerase chain reaction, and Peter tries so hard to turn his brain off. Tries to remain hamburger.

Fails to turn his brain off. Fails hamburger.

He thinks about all the work that’s gonna be on his plate if they do accept the proposal and give him the lab time and he’s thinking about that and he tries not to think about that. He tries not to rethink the things he does or plans to do a million times but then he winds up overthinking his overthinking. Thinks and thinks and thinks in a torrential tornado.

And the headache gets worse.

“Why do you always park in the same place when you park in these garages?” Peter asks, watching Tony maneuver to the second floor from the top of the parking garage closest to the burger place. “Is it like, specifically to piss Happy off? Because he prefers to be on the roof?”

Tony snorts, approaching the same spot he always parks in when they come here. Second to top floor, right back corner. Might as well have his name on it.

“I am a creature of habit in most things,” Tony says, letting the car pull into the spot on its own.

“I feel like that’s wrong,” Peter says, narrowing his eyes at him.

Tony clicks his tongue. “I am and I’m not,” he says, putting the car in park once it’s situated. “But yes. This has to do with Happy. An argument with Happy going on ten plus years ago and I’m so set in my point of view that I’ll just do what he doesn’t want me to do even if he isn’t with me. He checks the logs sometimes. That’s enough.”

Peter snorts, getting out of the car once Tony cuts the engine. “Yeah, okay,” Peter says, shutting the door. “Didn’t you guys also have some sort of grudge match over—”

“My Little Pony,” Tony says, with a withered sigh. “We’re not getting into that. It’s too complicated.”

Peter laughs to himself, shaking his head. He tries to imagine telling his past self that Iron Man was having debates with his bodyguard about parking spaces and My Little Pony, and, putting aside any space-time traveling he’d have to do to speak to his past self, he feels like he’d break Little Peter’s brain by saying My Little Pony and Iron Man in the same sentence. Also putting aside the whole ‘you’re good buddies with Iron Man’ thing.

And Peter gets his feeling.

That feeling that he gets, it takes hold of him, full body. Death grip.

The sort of high-pitched alarm in his head, goosebumps along his arms, his heart honing in on something he doesn’t know about yet—just the presence of it, the incoming, a bad possibility. And it mixes around in his mind like bubbles in a glass, and he winces and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Tony asks, concern rising in his voice, and he’s already halfway across the lot, close to the elevator they have to take down. “What, you okay—”

“Yeah,” Peter says, quickly massaging his thumbs into his forehead. “I’ve just, I’ve—all the worrying and stuff has just given me a really bad—”

And the ground gives way under his feet.

He doesn’t have a second to think about it, because the cement is collapsing and the upper floor is folding on top of them in big, broken-up pieces, and he hears the explosions and he can’t tell how far away they are or what the hell is happening and he doesn’t have his webshooters he doesn’t have his suit he doesn’t have anything, and Tony was too far ahead of him, he wasn’t right next to him he was a few feet away which is too far now it’s too far, and there’s already dust and debris and Peter can’t even see him anymore—but before it all comes crashing down he sees the glint of Tony’s watch—

And his brain isn’t working properly and it’s all happening too fast and he sees the glint of the watch and a flash of Tony’s face and Peter feels the dust coming and the heaviness bearing down, and while he still has room he grabs the back of the nearest car and he doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s car or not but he grabs and yanks and tosses in Tony’s direction, hoping he shields him and doesn't hit him, and then a big piece of cement is knocking into the back of Peter’s—

A wire pulled. Abrupt. Silence.

It’s dark. Dark.

Peter’s been in this situation way too many times.

Floating in the—dark in the pillow of his head in the dips of his mind while some—crazy villain asshole laughs and makes speeches and why make speeches when he’s in between knocked out and knocked in—can’t even hear it—can’t even quip back—half the fun of fighting with Spider-Man is the back and forth—

Floating, aching in the way where there’s a voodoo doll of him somewhere in the world, and someone is twisting it and stabbing it and stepping on it and pressing it underneath hot coals—

And he was thinking about luck—spidey luck—Parker luck—bad luck—lack of luck at all—what happened what happened what battle was in who was out to get him who blew him up—

He can feel himself wincing even though he doesn’t feel like he’s inside his body anymore—pancaked—and not in the sugar-coated way not in the dough way he’s far too solid for that—solid and bending and breaking in ways he’s not supposed to—

And worse yet he’s used to it—not surprised by it—hurting and pain but in the here we are again way—

And a pang of panic cuts through him because there might be—there probably are other—other people—other people in danger and he’s—he’s not—he’s—not ready no suit no webs trapped—

“Pete. Pete.”

He hears it above all the other muffled sounds.

A groan, a cough, they go with the voice, familiar voice, and Peter tries to get focused again he tries to get back into his brain but he sees his body floating in the darkness like a starfish in the air all four limbs akimbo and he’s spinning like a rotisserie chicken and he focuses on that for a long drawn-out moment and he starts to fade again—heavier and liquidy and starfish and white noise eating at him like old paper in an ancient attic—

“Peter. Pete, listen—buddy, focus—Christ, Jesus—Pete, you hear me right—”

Tony’s voice.

He was with Tony. 

They were going to get burgers.

No battle just burgers just burgers and talking and My Little Pony and specific parking spots and the sudden sense of doom and explosion and what the fuck what the fuck why why what happened—

Peter plummets back into his body, like falling from a stupid donut spaceship into the shell of the earth and he lands back inside his own body and he lands hard and then there’s all the hurt, all of it, the hurt multiplying and pressure and pressure and pressure and—

The memory. Toomes. All of it on top of him and he was buried there, buried alive—

That memory tries to eat him.

He knows he got out back then he knows he did he got out he got himself out but it���s still a swamp in his head a swamp where he drowns where he drowns in the memory of it dragged down bogged down—years ago but still fresh like it was moments ago just moments but now this moment is that moment now—

Blood on the back of his head—

Concentrate—

“Peter,” Tony’s voice says, and it’s raspy, and he sounds like he’s hurt, and that makes Peter focus.

He opens his eyes. He’s smashed against the corner of some broken cement and he can feel the blood on the back of his head and he remembers the spidey sense the stupid tingle and it wasn’t the headache he should have known it wasn’t the headache and now it’s the headache and the results of an explosion and he’s pinned and smashed together on all sides and Tony—

Peter groans, trying to shift. “Tony—are you—are you okay—”

Peter can hear everything. The debris shifting and falling in on them and the sounds of his bones creaking and his breath coming in short bursts—

And Tony coughs. “Uh—let’s put a—pin in that—what about you—”

“Um, bad. I mean peachy.” Peter groans again. “Why did this—why—”

“Don’t know,” Tony grunts. “Friday says there were three more—three other people in here at the time of the—explosion, whatever the hell happened, they’re trapped too but they’re—not dead, not—sort of dire, it’s—Christ, goddamn explosion, Friday’s still—Jesus—” He starts coughing, and it doesn’t sound good. It sounds sick and bloody and Peter doesn’t know what the hell is going on. 

He’s gotta get him out. Gotta get him and the others out. Gotta get—gotta—

But he’s trapped too, he’s trapped—

He tries to shift, and the weight is bearing down, and—

I’m down here, I’m down here—help—

He squeezes his eyes shut tight.

The memory tries to seep into his pores.

“Gonna be late for lunch,” Peter groans, trying to get his hands under him, trying to brace. He can barely see anything, there’s too much dust, too much shit everywhere. He grits his teeth, barely has his hands under him, but he pushes and tries. Focus focus focus.

“Pete, stop—stop—you’re not a good position—there’s a suit on the way—”

“Can—can you—can you see me—” He collapses back down again. He tries to breathe, but he’s pressed up against the ground—sandwiched between cement and cement and some car parts, a pipe somewhere, he can feel it sticking into his back—

“I can—I can see you, Pete, you’re—”

Peter is getting antsy now. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries to shimmy a little to his left, not even knowing if that’s the right fucking way to go, and Tony sounds close and far at the same time. 

This definitely isn’t just structural damage, or faulty wiring, or anything like that—they park in this one a lot and Peter doesn’t even think it’s that old, so this is definitely an attack and people don’t know he’s Spider-Man so this is probably an attack on Tony and their plans were in flux today because they didn’t decide where they were gonna go after the meeting and he was late to the meeting so whatever this is couldn’t have been planted here unless the person was just waiting for them, or it could be some other shit some completely unrelated shit and his thoughts are up and down like a radio station that’s going out as they cross over the state line—

And he can’t shimmy, he can’t, he can barely get his hands under him to push, and when he moves his right arm it gets caught against a jagged edge of something and it’s cutting into his skin and he can’t move it back, and every breath is short and uneasy because he’s pressed down on either side, chest and back, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

“Okay,” he breathes, and he breathes out and he can’t get another breath in. “Okay, uh—uh—uh—did the car part I threw—I didn’t—I didn’t hit you—hit you, right—”

“No, it’s—I don’t know how the hell you did it but it’s right on top of me, it’s—it gave me room to move, it—it stopped anything from hitting me in the goddamn head, kid, thank you—”

“Good, good,” Peter breathes, hardly breathes, and he feels dizzy and he has to focus, he has to focus. He can hear Tony’s heart beating and it’s never great, considering everything his heart has been through in his life, but it worries him anyway—and Peter has to—he has to get him out—

He can’t hardly see anything—just blurry shapes, dust, broken things, more dust—

“Okay,” Peter grunts, trying not to gasp, because his chest can’t expand properly. “Okay, I gotta—I gotta get out of here—”

“Pete, I can’t—I can’t get to you, I’m trying, I can’t get—I just need you to relax, a suit is coming—”

And Peter knows that as soon as Tony’s inside the suit, he’s gonna get Peter out, and that’s gonna make Peter feel like shit, like the new hero that still needs help, just like he was in the beginning, when Tony first found him, and he’s past that, he’s way past that, and there are civilians in here trapped and soon there are gonna be other civilians in here trapped because there are always people off the street that think they can run in and fix things and help and usually they can’t, and a lot of the time the police come in and need help too, and Peter knows Tony will save him first and he can’t even help once he’s free because he’s stupid and he was running late before the train made him later and he doesn’t even have anything in his backpack so there’s no way he could even change and show up as Spider-Man and help, and worst case scenario Tony would dig him out and then the garage would collapse worse than it already has and kill the other people trapped in here or more explosions would go off and—

“Peter. Peter, hey. Hey.”

And Peter must have sounded distressed or something and he can feel the cut on his arm churning out blood and his breath is thready and he can’t move. He really can’t move.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice strained. He tries to plan, he tries to—he’s gotta get in a good position and then he has to brace on his knee somehow and then he can lift but he has to be careful because Tony’s in here and there are other people in here–

“Pete, bud, you have to—you gotta relax, okay? Stop, it’s—it’s not all up to you, you’re—you’re not in a good spot, listen to me, you don’t have to—”

“Gotta get you out,” Peter says, and every word is drawn a mile out of his mouth, like sludge, and he’s getting dizzy. “You’re older this isn’t good for you—” He tries to say it all at once because maybe that’ll help but it doesn’t help, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight again. 

Gasp, gasping—

The world spins and sparks in the dark. The dark, trying to lasso him, trying to drag him down.

“That argument is getting old, young buck,” Tony says. “Friday—Friday says suit’s almost here, it’s gonna be alright, just don’t—don’t move, I can hear you’re—having trouble breathing, Pete, you saved me from having to deal with that with your—quick thinking, so c’mon, listen to me now, let me help you, just focus on my voice—”

Peter wants to focus, but he’s getting so goddamn light-headed and he feels like the debris and dust is in his nose and he knows it’s in his eyes and he can taste it and the way he’s pinned he can’t even rub his eyes, and he’s too highly aware of the blood dripping, slipping down his arm—

“When the suit gets here don’t get me first,” Peter blurts out, and he doesn’t even mean to string the words together but he does, anyway, and they come out half-garbled, almost unintelligible. “Don’t, okay? Get yourself—yourself out, and then the civilians, and then—then me—”

“Peter…”

Peter tries to glance around, as much as he can—he bumps his chin on the cement, scrapes it, squints over in Tony’s direction—he can sort of see the back of the car he threw, greenish in color and covered in dust, and uneven planks of cement stacked like jenga blocks, and Peter blinks and the whole place turns over—

“The building isn’t moving, right?” he says, or he thinks he says it. Short breaths. 

“No, Pete, just—stop talking, just relax, alright? Friday, are we incoming—”

Peter shouts, all squeaky. “Friday, send me a Spidey suit—a Spidey suit too—”

But he doesn’t even know how well his iron spider suit would hold up under this pressure. And he feels dizzier and dizzier and stupider with each passing second, and he tries to shift again. He’s gotta get out of here, he isn’t some random person going about his day he’s Spider-Man, and even if he doesn’t have his suit he’s extra strong he knows this he’s learned this lesson—he’s—he’s in the same position he was in when he learned this lesson and his chest feels like it’s caving in—

“Pete, relax, I’m—I’m getting you out—”

Peter swallows hard. “No, you gotta—once you get the suit you gotta prioritize—”

And then he hears it—the rush of something, like a cannon—tinkling robotic noises that take precedence in Peter’s mind over the shifting of the debris and the stuttering, panicky start-stop of Tony’s heart. And Peter lets out a sigh that squashes him more against the cement that’s sandwiching him in place, because the suit is here and Tony’s gonna be wearing it soon, the dual relief of Iron Man’s appearance and Tony’s safety. Peter knows he’s in a worse position than him right now, but Tony almost died before, in front of Peter’s eyes and followed by a long, languishing stay in the med bay, so Peter always puts Tony first, in his head. 

He can’t lose him. He can’t. Not like Ben. Not when he has the power and strength to prevent it. No way.

“Okay,” Peter breathes, but then—

The suit pieces break into the spot where Peter is, wedging themselves between the concrete with tenacity, letting out little tiny bursts to fit better and form themselves around Peter—

“What?” Peter yells, hardly able to find the breath to do it. “Tony? No, no, not—not me—” And he gasps, the suit pieces continuing to make room, continuing to encase him—

“Pete, come on—” Tony says, and Peter squints over in that direction, and he can sort of see his eyes, he thinks, his hand outstretched.

“No, no,” Peter breathes, flushed with anger, and the suit forms and forms and blasts away the cement succinctly, building its chest plate. “No, Tony, you have to—you, you first, not me—”

Peter thinks he can see him shaking his head. “Kid, you’re more important—”

“No,” Peter yells, better now because he has more room to yell. “No, no, is there another one coming for you—”

“This was—the closest one I had, in a Boston safehouse, it’s from—way back around the time of the Mandarin situation—just get to safety, Peter, Christ, I need you safe—”

“Tony!” Peter yells again, his whole body on fire with pain and frustration, and sure, he’ll get to safety alright, once he gets Tony and the others out, and they still don’t even know what the hell is going on here but Peter is too insane now to even think straight—

And the suit forms completely, finally forms a helmet and a HUD comes to life—

And before Peter can even process it or say anything or yell out in red-faced anger again, he’s blasting out of there through one of the holes in the side of the garage, cement crumbling down into the space where he was trapped moments before.

And he’s flying away because there’s already a loaded trajectory in the goddamn suit he’s flying away—

And it’s giving him oxygen and it’s treating the wound on his arm and it seems like it’s working on repairing his hurts and getting him out of there at the same time—

But no, no way, no way he’s leaving Tony behind, stuck in an exploded fucking garage when some bad guy most likely fucking exploded it trying to get Iron Man—is he insane is he insane—

“Friday, Friday, where are we going? Where are we going?”

“Mr. Stark told me to take you to the compound, Peter, for medical attention,” Friday says. “SWAT teams and Boston police are on their way to—”

“Nope, nope, turn around,” Peter says, breathing in deeply. “Turn around. Turn this car around.” All he sees is open air and the opposite fucking direction of where he should be. “Friday.”

“I’m sorry, Peter, but Mr. Stark told me to get you to safety no matter what you said—”

When the hell did he have time to say all of that when Peter was passed out or did he just not hear him—

“Oh my God,” Peter grunts. “No. Are there—is there another suit coming for him? Is one on the way to get him?”

“I have nothing else in the air—”

“That makes no sense, Friday, he can’t get out, why would he do—you’ve gotta be wrong, you must be—it doesn’t make sense, why would he just save me and send me away and—is he just waiting for the cops, but—but—”

He knows he was not in a good place when the garage exploded, and he was pinned badly and flashing back to that moment in his life when he felt small and trapped and that didn’t help and he was all dizzy and lightheaded and shit, and that—did that just make Tony panic? Seeing him like that? Did that make him pick him above everything else? 

Peter feels sick.

“No, nope,” Peter says, breathing and breathing because it was so hard to breathe before but now he’s got all the air in the world, and Tony is back there in the collapsed garage in a compromised position and there are civilians too and the bad guy could be anywhere and they don’t even know who the bad guy is and there might not be one but there probably is there’s probably more than one—

And Peter needs to get back there—

“Friday, uh, override—”

“Mr. Stark told me not to listen to any of your attempts to override—”

“Well, uh, he’s annoying, and also you have to listen to me right now because I’m driving—”

“Technically, I’m driving,” Friday says. 

Peter tries to think. He knows he knows there are ways around Tony’s stupid controls, he knows he’s been in the room with Tony and Happy when they’ve put new protocols in and he knows he slipped some in there because he can’t trust Tony to protect himself ever, so he has to try and do it if he can, and he knows Happy saw him programming things and didn’t say anything because he worries about Tony too, they all worry about Tony, and they can’t all keep Peter as the priority just because he’s the youngest member of the team. That doesn’t make any sense, he’s stronger than half of them without his suit on so it doesn’t make any sense—

—and he’s just flying further and further away and he feels like he’s about to start panicking and freaking out worse than he already is and it’s like the suit can sense that of course it can it has access to his heart rate and his brain waves and—

He tries to think—what did he name them to make Tony think it was something he himself did and not something Peter slipped in there—

“Oh, uh, oh Peter P and the Gang—uh—what the hell did I call it, uh—Peter is in Distress Protocol, uh—what the hell is that song he likes oh my God—for those about to—wait, uh, Friday—Peter P, We Salute You protocol—that’s it, right? I enact that, I—that’s what I want, punch it in.”

“You would like to enact the Peter P, We Salute You protocol?”

He feels insane, because he’s just getting further and further away, and just having a super casual conversation with Tony’s AI.

“Yes,” Peter says. “Yes, that puts me in control, right? I’m in charge?”

“Yes, this protocol puts you in charge, because everyone else present has been compromised, and you have the ability to divert all other active heroes to the location of your choice,” Friday says.

“Oh wow,” Peter says. “Um. Hold on that, but uh, put me back in control of this suit and send another suit for Tony, no matter how far away it is, just send it on double speed, uh, double time—” And he needs to store some of his iron spider suits closer to where he lives now, God he’s so stupid—

“Peter P, We Salute You protocol has been enabled,” Friday says, and Peter unceremoniously drops out of the sky.

“Oh shit,” Peter says, flailing in the air. “Thrust—thrusters on—Friday, just help me fly over there, please, back to where Tony is—”

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says, and he watches the thrusters rise up on his feet and hands, and he turns around and zooms in that direction.

He hasn’t been in an Iron Man suit in a very long time. There was just the once, a couple years ago, when Tony sent it to him so he could hold up that falling train better, but that was only for a couple minutes and he was out of it again—

—and he swings all the time, sure, but this is flying, and it would be a lot more fun if the situation wasn’t so shitty—

And the garage is in sight and Peter can see the incoming police cars, still not close enough—

“Friday, can you scan for—um, okay, scan for the civilians in there and scan for Tony and scan for threats. And put all the results on the board—the screen. For me to see.” He swallows hard, feeling stupid, but he knows Tony’s suits are super intuitive so he tries not to show his feelings or feel them too hard. 

“Got it,” Friday says. And she very subtly notes Peter’s heart rate in the corner of the screen, along with his own injuries and stats. 

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m concussed too, okay, that—that makes sense,” he says, remembering his headache. He doesn’t see any bad guys yet in Friday’s scan, and the three civilians are still there, but one is crawling out. “They’re good, right? Those guys? They’re not dying?”

“No, the worst injury between the three of them is a broken leg,” Friday says. “They were on their way out of the garage when the blast occurred. But there are millions of dollars in other damages.”

“Figured,” Peter says. He dips down a little bit, and flies back up. Trying to get used to it. “Friday, connect me to Tony’s personal line where he was talking to you and setting up his little rescue mission here.”

“Connecting,” Friday says.

And it only rings once before Tony is picking up.

And he sounds pissed. “I see you—what the hell are you doing, why are you heading back here? How the hell did you—Pete, I sent you out of here to keep you safe, to get you better—”

Peter realizes he’s incoming faster than he may have intended and he probably didn’t need to be on the phone with him, because he’s swooping into the hole he left through, arriving quickly to start pulling debris away from where Tony is. “I don’t need to get better I need you,” Peter says, before he even really realizes he’s saying it.

Tony shakes his head at him incredulously. 

Friday pipes in. “I will keep you informed of which pieces of debris should not be removed because moving them would cause more destruct—”

“Okay, okay,” Peter says, and he’s trying to be careful but his head is pounding worse now. And Tony is squinting up at him and he looks purely pissed off, but Peter doesn’t care.

“I sent you home,” Tony says, grimacing and trying to get himself out, now that Peter is here in the suit trying to do it. “I sent you away from the danger—”

“You had no right to do that,” Peter says, and he aims the repulsor at one of the bigger blocks of cement and blows it up. And maybe he did it with a little too much power because the pieces go everywhere and Friday lights it up red as the pieces fall back down like chunks of hail. Peter rushes forward and shields Tony from them, and gets bonked in the head for his own stupidity. 

“I had every right,” Tony says, glaring at him when Peter steps back again and keeps trying to dig him out. “You’re young, you’re a kid—”

“I’m not a kid I’m gonna be twenty in six months—”

“That’s still a kid and either way you’re too goddamn important to me to let you lay there fucking suffering under piles of cement you couldn’t move because you couldn’t breathe because you were flashing back to what that goddamn asshole Toomes did to you—”

And Peter stops, and stares at him, and he’s getting teary-eyed.

“What?” Tony asks, cutting himself off. “I can’t see your face in there. All I see is me looking back at me.”

“That’s what I gotta deal with all the time,” Peter says, and he sniffles, and he shakes his head. “Lemme just get you out of here and get you out of the danger—”

He hears the sirens getting closer.

“Yeah and you were telling me if the suit was coming for me that I was supposed to go get the civilians first—do you remember saying that, because I remember you saying that, and I’m noticing you doing the exact same thing that you told me not to do—getting me out first—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter says, and he blasts away another one of the pieces of debris that Friday has lit up green. He can’t acknowledge that right now. Or ever. And it doesn’t matter. He would have gotten himself out eventually if he would have just relaxed because he’s got superhuman strength. Tony has a superhuman brain but a normal person body. “And those dudes down there are probably like—Ben Affleck and Matt Damon and one of their friends, they’re fine—”

“Didn’t know we had such a high opinion of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon—”

Peter sees his opening, sees Tony’s legs come free when he moves another piece of cement, and he’s got his opportunity. He latches onto his arm and hauls him out, tugging him away from the debris clattering down. “I’m keeping an eye, it’s okay, I’ll go get them in a second, and I’ll get you an autograph if it’s them—”

“I already got their autograph,” Tony says, holding onto Peter’s iron arm to keep steady. “I put it up at the Christmas charity auction two years back, you need to keep up—”

And Peter gets that sharp sense again, that feeling, the tingle at the back of his neck and in his stomach and inside the storm in his head, and he doesn’t waste time doubting it this time around—he pushes Tony out of the way as gently as he can and starts racing towards it, that feeling, and then he’s hit with an explosion head-on that sends him flying out into the open air.

Alarms go off in his head and on the screen, and he’s on fire and the suit is trying to put it out and he regains control of the thrusters and flies up higher, trying to see straight. That one was smaller but it hit him head on, and he’s glancing around and trying to see where the hell it came from and what the fuck is happening, and his head is pounding even worse now, and the feeling the sense is dragging him one way but he looks down and—he has to make sure Tony is okay he has to—and he realizes their phone call is still connected because—

“Pete, I’m okay, I’m okay, get the hell out of here, I think they’re targeting me which means they’re targeting you because they think I’m in the suit—”

And that’s what Peter thought earlier, but now he knows it, and he’s gotta get Tony out of sight so whoever this is doesn’t realize what’s going on—

And his brain is working on overdrive, and he knows where this guy is because his whole body is pulling him to his left, in that direction—

And he flies back down, weaving around in the ruined garage, and he grabs Tony, flying away with him—

“What are you doing, Peter, goddamnit—” His hands scramble, trying to hold on.

Peter feels insane in this suit but he clutches at him, can’t drop him, can’t drop him. “Get the civilians out if you can and help out the cops and put a bag over your head or something but cut a hole in it so you can still breathe but—”

And Peter flies down and around, sets him down on the ground close to the location of the civilians, and he flies away before he’s really done talking to him because the suit is following his heart and his brain waves and maybe that’s not great, but anyway—

“Peter, Peter, just fly away, fly away, go stealth so he doesn’t see you—”

“Friday, scan for this guy—”

“You’re on the right path,” Friday says, and Peter sees him on the roof two blocks out, he’s headed right for him—Friday scans him, lights him up, and he’s some guy in tactical gear and a mask, and he’s alone, and what the hell—

“He must have been following us—Friday, disguise my voice make it sound like Tony’s—”

“Pete, goddamnit, no—”

But Peter is fully in his insane brain now. He thinks about Uncle Ben, the last time he smiled at him, those last moments and all the years after. He thinks about what he thought were Tony’s last moments, his wheezing breaths, and the slow and sure recovery. He thinks about every moment they’ve spent together and how Tony tried to save him today, how he said Peter was too important and he couldn’t see him suffering like that and he tried to save him and get him out of the line of danger, and he thinks about luck and bad luck and all the silly shit he was agonizing over before all of this happened, and he doesn’t feel so unlucky when he thinks about how much Tony cares about him. 

And he has no idea what he’s doing but he gets Friday to hone in on this guy and he flies in and gets him with a side kick as if he’s swinging, even though he’s not, and he knocks him to the ground. Peter lands too, rushes after him and holds up both repulsors.

“Peter stop, stop—”

“Mute!” Peter says, and he can’t hear Tony anymore.

And the guy on the ground isn’t wearing his mask—

And he’s…a kid. A kid like Peter.

A kid Peter might even recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter yells, and he can hear his own voice coming out sounding like Tony’s. “Don’t you go to MIT?”

“You’d know!” the kid yells, scooting backwards. “You’re always there, specifically helping that Parker kid, making sure he’s got every opportunity while all the rest of us—”

Peter’s brain is exploding. “Are you literally kidding me? That’s why you’re targeting Tony and throwing bombs—why the hell are you doing this? You’re ruining your whole future—”

The kid looks at him, confused. “You said—targeting Tony—that’s not you, is it? That’s not Tony Stark in there—is that—are you the Parker kid in there? He put you in the suit to protect you, didn’t he? Jesus Christ—��

Peter bends down and nearly jumps down this kid’s throat. “Listen, you’re crazy, and—and—and—” He stutters, and doesn’t know what the hell to say. 

So he just starts. Talking. “Yeah, it is me, and just because he’s helping me—Tony Stark is a family—for your information, he’s my biological father, and yes that’s a secret, and it’s not your business anyway, but now you know, and if your dad was Iron Man I’m sure he’d be helping you too, Tony has a very colorful past and I’m sure I’ve got other brothers and sisters and siblings running around out there, okay, but either way it’s not your business to be throwing bombs—where did you even get—did you make these on campus—”

“No,” the kid stammers, “that Shocker guy who hates Spider-Man helped me—”

“Oh my God,” Peter says, hanging his head. “Of all people—”

“Tony Stark is really your dad?” the kid asks.

And it hits Peter that he actually did say that. That’s the—that’s the thing he said. The hill he chose to die on. 

His head hurts.

“Yes,” he says, because…whatever. “And he’s got multiple scholarship options that are super easy to apply for and get, and tons of—programs, with grant opportunities—how do you not know that? How do you get to the bomb-throwing level of crazy not knowing that?”

“I don’t know,” the kid says, and his eyes go a little glazed. “Everything else is—it’s so hard sometimes it’s so hard to stay on top and I see you around campus and he’s always there helping you but now I—now I know, I’m—Jesus, I’m so sorry, I—oh my God I blew up—did I kill anybody, did I—”

“No, thank God,” Peter says, stepping back, and he gets a notification on the screen that the police are on their way up the building. “The cops are coming. You really—you’re gonna need a good lawyer here, man, but we’ll—this isn’t great but I’ll talk to Tony—I’ll talk to my dad and we’ll—help you out, okay?”

He feels insane, this feels insane, like a canceled video game offshoot plotline, and he feels bad about this kid but he’s also pissed off about it and it’s annoying that the only reason he’s accepting it is because he thinks Peter is Tony’s secret lovechild.

So Peter simply flies away. He puts all the thrusters on minimum thrust and sort of drifts away over to where Tony is, next to the newly arrived ambulance and the three civilians, who aren’t Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and their friend, but they kinda look like them. 

And Tony is talking up at him but he’s still muted inside the helmet but Peter can kind of hear him when he gets close enough.

“Kid. Kid. Dammit, I know you’re—you’re looking right at me, I can tell with the eyes. Kid. I swear to God—”

And Peter lands next to him, and Tony’s eyebrows are raised so high into his forehead that it looks like they’re ready to fly off.

“Friday can you let me out of the suit please?” Peter says, the words all strung together. He feels defeated, even though the both of them are still standing.

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says. “Captain America, Captain Marvel, Falcon, James Barnes, the Black Widow, and Doctor Strange have all been informed you need backup at this location. Should I tell them to stand down?”

“Oh, yeah,” Peter says. “They can—they can stand down.” The suit opens up then, and slowly starts chipping away until it becomes a little hovering thing, flying beside them. 

Tony’s anger seems to simmer down when he sees Peter’s face, and it’s replaced with his patented brand of concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, touching Peter’s arm. “The police showed up, right? Did they get him? Who was it?”

Peter lets out a big breath, leaning forward and bracing his forehead on Tony’s shoulder. 

“You’re okay, right?” Tony asks, gripping the back of Peter’s neck. 

“Um,” Peter says, because that feels like a loaded question.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tony says, before Peter can say anything else. “Let’s go, I’ll talk to the cops remotely, they’re used to that with me.”

“Civilians are good, right?” Peter asks, still just kind of…leaning there.

“You’d know better than me—Fri, you talking to me now? Am I back in?” Tony asks, he glances around, back at the ambulance, which is closed now. Peter can’t hear her answer, and Tony ruffles his hair. “Yeah, everybody’s alright. Stark team incoming to deal with the damages—quick, c’mon, Happy’s down the street. Let’s go before someone grabs us—he got us burgers.”

“Did he actually—” Peter starts, pulling back and looking up at him, dazed.

Tony nods, and starts pulling him along before any of the cops can notice.

~

Happy always has a full first-aid kit in his car when he comes to pick them up. Peter doesn’t know if it’s always there, or if he sets it up when he’s heard about them getting into something, or if he just expects them to need it for some reason, even if they’re just having an afternoon lunch. But either way, it’s here, and Tony snaps an ice pack and wraps a paper towel around it. He gently puts it in Peter’s hand, and presses Peter’s hand and the ice pack up against his forehead. 

Peter sighs, closing his eyes, and he slumps back against the corner of the backseat. 

“So what now?” Happy asks. “Is what I’m hearing—”

“What are you hearing?” Tony asks. “What’s floating down the grapevine? What’s hitting every grape on its way down?”

And Peter knows he doesn’t know what exactly went on, because Peter hasn’t told him yet, but his tone is in defense of Peter anyway. Peter knows that tone. And his heart soars and sinks with the sound of it.

“Well. Well. I wouldn’t exactly call it public knowledge, but I was casually—casually watching Friday’s live downloads—”

“So he knows everything,” Peter grunts, “because he was spying on me—”

“I wasn’t spying on you, I was spying on Tony, which is my actual occupation—”

“Not your occupation,” Tony says, and Peter pops one eye open to see Tony pointing in Happy’s direction. “Not your job—”

“It is—”

“It’s not—”

“—but I was watching, casually, and then I realize it’s you in there, like Home Alone or something—”

They go over a bump, and Peter’s head screeches with the pain of it. He’s annoyed about everything, annoyed about the entire situation and the aftermath and all of it, and particularly annoyed that this headache decided to dig a trench and stay a while.

“I heard there were burgers in this car,” Peter says, and his voice comes out less commanding than he was hoping and more whiny and babyish. And he sighs.

Tony reaches over and grips his shoulder.

“There are,” Happy says. “There are burgers, and fries, and onion rings. In the front seat up here with me, strapped in safe and sound—”

“Okay well, let’s uh, let’s get to work,” Peter says, and he tries to shift a little bit but he just melts downward, the seatbelt cutting into his throat. 

Peter closes his eyes again, trying to focus on the ice pack.

Tony sighs, and Peter can feel him scoot closer, leaning in to adjust the seatbelt so it doesn’t bother Peter as much. 

“No, we’re heading to the safe house to eat—”

Peter flares up, and he can’t even clock why before he’s talking. “Why are we going to a safe house, are you expecting a student uprising against me—”

Happy scoffs twice in quick succession. “No, lunatic, but we don’t live here and I don’t feel like stuffing into your little apartment while we try to eat and you’re over there falling apart—”

“Okay,” Tony says, a little louder. “Okay. Let’s—let’s—”

Peter pulls the ice pack down. “That bomber was a kid that goes to MIT with me and apparently sees me and you and you helping me out and he got so mad that he went crazy and decided to link up with Shocker of all people to make bombs to kill you and maybe me so you couldn’t help me anymore.” And he hits himself in the face with the ice pack trying to put it back on his forehead. And he pulls it down again immediately. “And worst of all I feel bad about it that I drove this kid—”

“No, no,” Tony says, shaking his head. “No. You didn’t drive anybody anything. You can feel bad, sure, and he can be envious and want what you’ve got, sure, but as soon as someone starts contacting known supervillains and resorting to murder, they’re no longer in the realm of a normal response.”

“Yeah,” Happy says, “that’s an overreaction, why are we even worrying about that? This kid is a supervillain in the making, Peter, or was, now that you were able to—talk to him, briefly, we’ll help him out with his legal case too, right Tony?”

“If Peter wants—”

“That’ll really get him back on our side—”

Peter groans.

“Hey, bud,” Tony says, and he’s resting his arm on the back of the seat and holding Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll stop helping you so publicly if you’re worried about it, but I’ll have to come in wearing like, a disguise, maybe a beard, maybe some blue contact lenses—”

Peter snorts, pressing the ice pack to his forehead hard. “I don’t want you to stop helping me, not really, it’s just like—I know I’m in a good position I know I am I’m so grateful for it—”

Happy scoffs. “You don’t need to go doing all that,” he says. “You’re Tony’s little favorite, everybody knows it—”

“Not helping,” Tony says.

“It’s not anybody’s business who Peter gets help from,” Happy says. “Maybe if they were little spider people too, maybe it would be different.”

“It’s more than that,” Tony says, and Peter sighs and opens his eyes from behind the ice pack. He can see the look on Tony’s face behind his own wrist. 

“I know,” Peter says, cracking his jaw. “We’re family.”

Tony smiles softly at him, like he’s happy to hear him acknowledge it without a big fight. “Yeah,” Tony says. “We are.”

Peter sighs, embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. “And I might have—I might have gone slightly insane—to be fair the whole thing was crazy and I was in the Iron Man suit which was crazy and the whole like being trapped and hurt and you being hurt and like this kid and everything—”

“What?” Tony asks, cocking his head. 

“I told him you were my dad and that’s why you were helping me,” Peter says, fast, and his head pulses with the thrum of his mistakes. “I said that. I said that I was your illegitimate child and that’s why you were helping me and I said that you also probably have more illegitimate children—Happy stop laughing—”

But both Happy and Tony are laughing, and Tony is laughing so hard that he leans down and presses his forehead to Peter’s shoulder.

“I already knew, obviously, because I was watching,” Happy says, hysterically laughing, “but it was just—he said it was such conviction—”

Peter shakes his head, groaning again.

“Okay, okay, simmer down,” Tony says, “he has his headache, he’s concussed. We’ve been through yet another trauma—”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Happy says, clearing his throat, still giggling. “We’re almost there. We’re almost there.”

Tony ruffles Peter’s hair. “You’re nice, you know that? You’re a kind, caring individual and you don’t deserve this bullshit. Don’t ever think somebody trying to kill either one of us is something you should feel bad about, Pete, that’s their shitty decision and no reason they can give is good enough.”

Happy pipes up. “Like you told him, Peter, there are programs and scholarships—”

“You told him that?” Tony asks.

“Yeah—”

“Good, because it’s true,” Tony scoffs. “Half the kids at MIT have me paying for them in some capacity. I didn’t even pay for you, you got your own way in with your own hard work and in this instance I wasn’t providing any money either, just support—goddamnit, I’m getting trapped by it too—Peter, there’s no saying shit to these people. Anyone who resorts to Murder can’t really be argued with.”

Peter lets out a big breath, nodding. 

And then they’re all quiet for the next couple minutes, Happy turning into a residential area and Tony doing something on his phone. He does it all one-handed, because he keeps his left on Peter’s shoulder.

And they eventually park at a nice house, and Peter’s head isn’t pounding as much anymore.

“Gonna go check and make sure everything’s set up, stay here for a second,” Happy says, getting out and shutting the door.

And Tony sighs, and slips his phone back into his pocket.

“What were you doing?” Peter asks, bringing the ice pack down again.

“Getting Helen on for a virtual scan with you—I mean us—informing May and MJ and Ned what the hell is going on—getting this dumbass kid a lawyer—setting up a few more little programs and money pots for the students at MIT so you don’t have to feel bad about it—”

And Peter feels stupidly emotional, and he shakes his head. “I don’t feel bad, I—it was just, uh, crazy, and it made me feel weird and angry and my brain had already been knocked around a good amount so, uh, but I’m—I feel—I’m lucky. I know I’m lucky. I’m just really lucky to—have you, and I know that, and I think everybody knows that.” 

Because none of the rest of it really matters, when he thinks about it. None of the dumb stuff. Because he has amazing friends and family. Because when he needs anything, Tony Stark is there for him. No matter what. 

“And some people wanna blow me up for it,” Peter says, snorting. “Or you. Both of us. I don’t know what the hell he was trying to do.”

The two of them laugh, shaking their heads. 

And it hits Peter, really. Nothing is simple, no, but it doesn’t have to be. Because Tony will help him navigate it.

And Tony smiles at him, and pats his cheek. “I’m lucky too, my dear, illegitimate child—”

Peter sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Listen—”

“I cannot wait to watch that footage—”

“You are making fun of someone with a concussion—”

“I am a concussed person, making fun of someone with a concussion, we are the same—”

The door flies open.

Happy is standing there, stony-faced. “Hey. No emotional moments til we get the burgers out and I’m sitting there too.”

Tony and Peter both scoff, and Tony takes a hold of Peter’s left arm, and Happy grabs his right.

“Alright,” Tony says, “c’mon, buddy, we got a green monstah waiting for you and the others are on their way. Careful there—”

And they both help him get out of the car, and Tony keeps an arm around his shoulders as they head inside.

“Hap,” Tony says, “we gotta look through the protocols. There are too many loopholes for this one to jump through. We’re not running a tight enough ship here.”

“Hey,” Peter says, shooting him a look, “we woulda had worse problems if I had just flown home like a loser—”

“You muted my call,” Tony says. “We need a protocol that you can never my mute my calls. It’s simple. Easy. Not allowed.”

“Okay,” Peter says, as they follow Happy into the house. “Then I need a protocol that requires Friday to scan our brains and choose the one that’s making the more rational decision at the time—”

“Wow, okay,” Happy says, glancing back at them. “So nothing’s ever gonna get done.”

And they keep arguing about it, and Peter smells the food in the kitchen, and he knows nothing is ever simple nothing is ever easy whether they say it is, whether they hope it is, whether they want that more than anything else. And Peter knows they just slipped away from another near-miss and there’s tons of work to be done and they’ll probably be doing it for the rest of their lives.

But he knows he’s lucky. He’s so, so lucky.

“Okay,” Happy declares. “Well— my first protocol—Peter has to meet all the other illegitimate Starks—his brothers and sisters—within One Month, or Tony isn’t allowed any more burgers until this is rectified. Friday, you hear me? Friday?”

[dance-is-life27]

Comfort Crowd

Pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle Jones

Summary: After a long day, you find your favorite way to relax is in the arms of Peter Parker and Michelle Jones. 

Words: 544

Warnings: gn!reader, fluff, polyamory, cuddling (if you can really call it that, idk I use that term very loosely here, you'll see)

a/n: It’s my first time posting x reader stuff so please be nice to me, thanks! Also this fic will be posted on my A03 under DarlingDrew27. If you see it posted anywhere else, it’s not me.

You groan as soon as you close the front door to your home, both school and work have exhausted you completely and now all you want to do is relax and snuggle with your partners for the rest of the day. 

Tiredly, you kick off your shoes at the door before you stumble to the living room to find Peter already waiting for you with open arms as he lays on the couch.  

“Long day?” He asks as you fall into his chest and wrap your arms tightly around his body. You nod wordlessly as you feel Peter’s hand rub up and down your back in soothing motions. Just being in Peter’s presence is so calming. It’s like all your stress just melts away anytime he’s near you, especially whenever he’s this close, you never feel more at home with Peter than you do in these moments. 

Soon enough you’re close to drifting off to sleep when you hear the front door open. “Hey MJ.” You hear Peter speak as you listen to footsteps drift closer to you and him. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” MJ asks as she kneels down in front of you before she takes Peter’s hand and gives you a kiss on your forehead. You nod as MJ’s other hand finds yours. 

“Had a bad day.” You reply, your voice just barely above a whisper. 

“Wanna talk about it? Is there anything we can do?” MJ asks you, her brows bunched up in worry. You shake your head in response to her first question before you gently tug on her hand towards you and Peter, “Just wanna cuddle, please?” 

MJ makes brief eye contact with Peter before she stands, releasing both of your hands as she maneuvers her way on top of you and Peter. You smile as you feel her weight rest against yours and you let out a relaxed sigh once you feel her head laying on your middle back, Peter though lets out a groan. 

“Oof, did I miss the memo, is it lay on Peter day or something?” Peter complains under you. You nod and let out a quiet uh-huh just as MJ speaks up. 

“Peter I’ve seen you lift a car with your bare hands, I’m sure you can handle the weight of your partners for a bit.” 

“Well, I-, that doesn’t mean that I can’t complain though right?” 

“No, your complaining privileges get revoked when you become Spider-Man.” You laugh fully when Peter lets out an annoyed groan, the only thing stopping you from curling in on yourself is MJ. And although you can’t see it, both Peter and MJ smile wide at hearing you laugh, which of course ends with them laughing with you. 

It’s a miracle that you all aren’t heaping on the floor by the time the laughter dies out in all of you. “I love you guys,” you let out as your breathing slowly returns to normal, “and thank you Peter for allowing us to use you as a pillow.” 

“Anytime,” Peter replies, and although you can’t see it, you can feel his loving gaze on you and MJ. 

MJ hums before you feel her press a kiss to your shoulder, “I’m holding you to that Parker.” 

“Of course you are.”

[plscallmeeren]

YOU REMEMBER

(Aged Up) Michelle 'MJ' Jones x Reader

Request: yeah

Summary: ok so (y/n) is basically Peter (Tom Holland) and Peter is just like Ned 2.0

It's after No Way Home so no one remembers him and MJ, Ned and Peter are off to college (you've also lost all your humour and happiness in case u were wondering)

Anyways things happen and memories are triggered.... Enjoy I have edited nothing as usual (it's so late I'm so tired wtf)

Warnings: Swearing; sad MJ; yelling/fighting

Word Count: 2.6K+

You watched from a rooftop as New York teemed with activity even in the dead of night - not that that was anything unusual. Crowds of party-goers cheered with joints in hand. Mini-supermarket clerks filled out expert crosswords while casual thieves slipped candy into their pockets. Burnt-out child hackers typed ferociously in the hopes of pirating a new online game.

Those were your lesser worries. Those weren't the things you dared worry about. Not that you worried much these days. None of it mattered much, anyway. No one was there to care if you failed at what you had tasked yourself with for eternity.

You brushed down your dirtied red and black skintight suit, to no avail. That didn't matter, either.

This was peace. Peace was leaning back against the cold concrete. Peace was pressing »play« on your playlist and hearing Sweet Gene Vincent ramble around the murky night air like a newer, cleaner mist with a Cockney accent and punk ideals. Peace was pulling out your phone and looking at old photos of you and your former girlfriend and friends even though you knew you couldn't afford the emotional exhaustion. Peace was finally letting all those tears slide from beneath folds of harsh ignorance. That was peace now.

It wasn't always like that. It used to be lying around the living room, spread out on couches, with Peter and Ned telling you about the new Lego Death Star with an electronic component and MJ lying across your lap with a smile that suggested they were being stupid as she stared lovingly up at you as you ran your fingers through her curled hair.

But that sort of peace wasn't possible anymore, so there was no point seeking or missing it.

A picture of Ned and Peter grinning like idiots as they stood in front of the cinema to watch a rerun of Alien slid across the screen.

It was replaced by an image of MJ smiling back at you, mockingly signing 'metal' with one hand as her foreshortened feet lay closer to you and the camera.

You turned your phone off. A police siren wailed pathetically in the distance like a droning call for help.

Peace was over.

•••

Massachusetts

The Hercules cafe bustled with customers overflowing the nine-person chair budget.

MJ, Peter and Ned were positioned fortunately in the best corner beside the window. It was about lunch time - peak hour at that particular instalment - but the three had arrived hours earlier already.

"Mrs. Zeis is killing me," Ned was complaining, only stopping to sip at his strawberry milkshake. "Two protocols, one theory essay and an experiment setup? Does she not remember we have other subjects, too?"

The snarky waitress who never wore a name tag - the counterpart to exaggeratedly sweet Mr. Lang - strode up to them, snarling. "Will you be here much longer? We have other customers, y'know."

"Yeah, we'll have another chocolate milkshake, thanks," MJ dismissed her smoothly, turning back to her friends.

"Yeah, she's pretty bad," Peter continued for Ned. "I wrote an essay once I knew was bad but I hadn't had time to do it properly and she literally just ripped it apart."

"That's cruel," MJ conceded, smiling as Mr. Lang brought her her order. "Any chance you'll be rid of her for the last semester?"

"Not really," Ned sighed in exasperation.

"I will," Peter added cheerily, stealing Ned's straw and slurping a great deal of milkshake away from him. Ned stared on in horror.

The waitress came up to them again, but before she could dart out that poised tongue Ned was reminding her they weren't finished. She walked away with such impotence as if they had greatly insulted her.

"I can't believe we're graduating so soon... I'm looking forward to Manhattan. It's not really a great place looking back but it'll always be home," MJ said thoughtfully, chewing on her straw.

"Yeah. We had some great times," Peter smiled, handing Ned his latte in attempted reconciliation.

"Yeah," Ned added dreamily.

MJ nodded. Then: "Hey, I'm getting major Deja vu right now. Either of you?"

"Nah, not really," Ned admitted sheepishly as Peter simply shook his head.

"Huh."

They were all silent for a moment, all in their own worlds, when Peter spoke up again: "I know this sounds totally out there and weird, but do you sometimes feel like someone's missing? I mean, like there should be a fourth of us? I don't know, maybe I'm just-"

"No, you're not wrong," MJ interrupted, peering around the cafe as if something might be written on the walls in reply.

"Hey, MJ," Ned said slowly, some eerie disturbance creeping up on his usual voice. "Where did you actually get your necklace? I mean, you wear it every day, so I just... I don't know why I thought of it..."

She looked down at where her black dahlia necklace rested on her collarbone.

She stared. There was something familiar about it, and yet it was like she no longer knew it or why it was there. But she did, didn't she? She had been wearing it every day for years since...

(Y/n).

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Peter commented, casting a sidelong glance at Ned, who looked similarly anxious about the look on their friend's face.

It was all coming back to her. Rushing, roaring memories like tidal waves washing up to a shore that had been awaiting them for a decade too long.

"It's (y/n). He's missing," she murmured, standing up straight in seconds and rushing right past the returning waitress, almost making her fall over.

"Children! That's what you are!" she yelled after her, but MJ could hardly hear anything beyond her beating heart and gaping lungs.

•••

You lazily pressed the »play« buttons on the remote, refocusing your attention on your Chinese takeaway as He's Just Not That Into You started. It was going to be stupid. You knew that. Scarlet Johansson was in it, though, so you didn't particularly care. Stupid was good once in a while, anyway.

Your mobile buzzed, making you groan as you set your food back down to get it from the faraway table.

+339 873 5386

Probably another scam, you thought in slight disappointment, but not much surprise. You hung up. There was no one to call you, anyway.

You sat back down on your bed which acted as a couch at times like these and pulled the Chinese food back into your lap. The credits rolled.

Your phone buzzed again. Unfortunately for your innocent food, you almost completely spilled it slamming it back down on the table to reach your phone again.

+339 873 5386

You hung up again, muttering to yourself about stupid people and their stupid money scams. You wondered if you could pay not to get scammed and then realised you were in the same issue all over again. Except maybe they wouldn't interrupt takeaway night as much.

Far away one truly stubborn woman decided she was not having your bullshit and booked the next flight to New York she could find.

•••

MJ had travelled once across Manhattan and still she hadn't found even half a lead on your whereabouts.

She was close to despairing after finding your old apartment empty, countless people who should have known you to render your name foreign and only Delmar who knew of an old boyfriend of hers at all - though even he thought he hadn't seen you in more than a couple of years.

Until she saw you.

You were walking harmlessly along in your favourite black hoodie - one thing that you wouldn't let change - when you saw her, too. Or, someone who looked like her. It couldn't be. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Massachusetts. Far away from all of this.

You quickly turned a corner, hoping whatever psychotic trauma you were reliving at that moment would quickly pass.

She couldn't be there. You had made sure of that. Dr. Strange had made sure of that. She was safe. Ned was safe. So was Peter. She's safe.

Your inner voice repeated it like a mantra, following you the entire rushed way to your apartment building and up its concrete wasteland stairs. You stood before your door, shaking, trembling, scrunching your eyes closed to reassure yourself her familiar gaze wasn't on your back.

You were right. You had lost her. Both now and then.

You fought a losing battle with the rusty lock on your door until it finally gave in out of pity, its swinging whine stolen and replaced by your own breathless sigh.

You kicked it shut, not bothering to lock it, considering there was hardly anyone who'd be much trouble to you in Manhattan - and if they were, no lock would stop them, most likely.

Collapsing on the mattress, the bare room's singular comforting component, your head landed in your hands as heavily as lead weight. It hurt so much. It didn't matter if it had been her or not. She would never be yours again.

You looked around your place. Nothing felt like yours anymore. This fridge with a spoon, fork and plate next to it, this iPhone charger and mattress, microwave and a closet with so few clothes the spider suit almost stood out - none of it held any identity you could associate with yourself. None.

The door creaked again, and this time there was no heaving breath to hide it.

"(Y/n)?"

Please no. Please not now, not here, not unprepared... She can't be here. She was safe. I kept it that way.

She repeated your name, but your fingers only tightened their deadly grip around the sheet. Silence. Finally, you looked up, because you were almost convinced, almost hopeful that familiar voice had been a fragment of your imagination or she had decided you a lost cause and left after all.

She was still there. Your body sagged in upset.

"Do you even eat?" she snapped, and you wondered whether she had meant it to be so harsh. More words followed, each cracking like a whip also. You plead mercy with your emotional masochism. "You haven't brushed your hair in days - don't deny it, I know how it looks. You practically have bruises under your eyes. You're like a bag of bones; no exercise, no good food, right?"

You didn't answer, simply staring at her. She was so beautiful.

"God, (y/n)," she whispered, voice so soft it hurt more; the way it cradled you while it lasted and dropped you from its billowing clouds far higher up than anything else. Her pain crawled as ugly tendrils across the floor and through the very soles of your feet to the weight in your lungs.

Silence, again.

"You remember," you stated deftly, but nothing in you wanted to accept it. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

And yet... she had remembered. Your relationship had been so strong, she had remembered. How? Curiosity danced groggily on the sidelines of your train of thought.

"Yeah. Remember this?" MJ lifted the dahlia necklace from her chest, holding it up for you to see. You did. An array of yellowing memories about your trip to France all those years ago flashed before your eyes, reminding you of every reason you had to buy it for her and every reason you should have been bursting with happiness at the fact she was standing before you.

"How did you find me?" you asked instead, earning a deserved scoff.

"I told you I'd track you down." She clenched her jaw, as if remembering how angry she was. "You promised." It was a quiet reminder, but stone in its sureness.

Your muscles tightened as you looked away. You couldn't bare it. You were certain you had done the right thing, and yet...

"You promised you would find us," she repeated, a little louder.

Still, you didn't answer.

"Look at me!" she finally yelled, making you jump, staring at her with wide eyes. She never used to be so loud. She never shouted, even when you fought. She had changed... or maybe you had given her reason to.

Tears threatened to escape her, but her expression remained firm, impossible.

"I did. I was there, just like I promised," you admitted slowly, enunciating every word so that you may never have to say any again. "I saw you, MJ. With Peter and Ned. And it was just... it was so clear you were better off without me. Without this huge Spider-Man burden on your back. You were safe not knowing me."

"So, let me get this straight," she started, in a way that unlike before was similar to the way she usually talked. Casual-sounding, light. "Not only did you assume what was best for us and ignored what we wanted, but you also - for even a second - thought I could survive seeing you like this? You really weren't planning on finding us? Ever?"

Your stood, leaning clumsily against the mattress as you watched her. You didn't need to reply.

"No. No. I won't have this. You need to apologise. You need to- to- I don't know. Make it up to us. You think this is okay? You think this way of living works? Well, it doesn't. The Bell Jar isn't this fucking depressing."

You winced. She always referenced that book when she was calling something fucked up. She began crying properly now.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything. There's nothing like this feeling that you could be responsible for the death of someone you love, MJ. That's not an excuse, but it's a pretty damn good reason. I understand you're angry, but you've gotta understand, too. You were everything. You are. I can watch from afar, but I can't watch everything end. If you're worried about me, worry about that. Your end would be my end. My fucking end, okay?"

Her chest heaved in wet sobs. You had only seen her cry three times before in all this time. You hated it. You pressed a finger to your cheek and realised you were crying, too.

"It's not fair. It's not fair," she sobbed, gesturing wildly in the air, her curls pushed to one side.

"I know. I know. Nothing's bloody fair," you sniffed, approaching her slowly, as if she were a shy animal, a stranger, perhaps.

It didn't take much. She slumped into your opening arms with all of her force behind her. Tears of yours mingled with hers on your shoulders and in each other's hair. Everything seemed tinged with the distant taste of salt.

She looked up at you, and suddenly your lips were connected once more, though it was sloppy and damp and certainly not your best kiss. But it was something. It gave your dingy kitchenette character and your mattress the air of a childhood sleepover in the living room.

"I won't leave you alone. Ever. You need to understand that. Whether you like it or not. You get it?" she murmured beside your ear.

You wanted to answer something romantic, something impressive, something to look back on - but all you could manage was a string of shaky "you remember"s.

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Author’s note:  hello lovely anon! Thank you for your request, I hope you like it!!! don't forget to drink water as well heheh

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"I'm sorry." You mumbled, pushing against the group of strangers. New York durning the holidays was safe to say your least favourite season. Everyone had to be somewhere so the streets were always packed. You sighed a sigh of relief when you noticed your local coffee shop. Their classic chalkboard stood proudly outside, MJ's pretty handwriting spelling out: "Nothing beter then a fresh cup of coffee to start a beautiful day with." You could already tell how much she probably despised writing that down.

You tugged your scarf closer to your body as you opened the door to the shop. You noticed Mj talking to a boy, your age, who was nervously ordering his coffee. His back was faced towards you but you still couldn't shake off the familiar feeling you got from him. You shook off the strange feeling, thinking you must have misplaced him for someone else.

You peeked in the shop hoping to catch your friend Ned for a quick conversation while waiting. You didn't saw him on your usual spot or anywhere else and since you were already running late you decided to just order a coffee to go and say a quick 'hi' to Mj.

"Will that be it?" Mj asked the customer as she finished preparing his drink. He nodded politely, playing with the end of his sleeves as she gave him his drink. Nervously he said his goodbyes before turning around to the exit.

Then he saw you. And you saw him.

Peter parker.

You couldn't believe your eyes. He was here.

Peter parker was here. The boy you spent the last week searching for as if your life depended on it. How could Mj not say anything? How could she not recognise him?

"Peter?" You asked in disbelief.

"Y/n?" He whispered, almost afraid to say your name. Afraid it was all a dream.

"I thought you disappeared. No one believed me. I- i thought you.. -" You cut your own sentence off, running up to him to hug him. He didn't hesitate to accepted your embrace, nestling his face in your shoulder.

God he missed you.

Your familiar sent made his heart flutter. It all felt so unreal. You being here. Knowing who he his. Remembering him.

You wanted to know everything he had to say. An explanation on why you one day just woke up and had to convince the people around you, that love him, that he existed.

Peter knows that you went through everything with him. He knows you know he is spiderman, he knows that you met Strange because you were there the whole time. Except after the spell you forgot, just like everyone around you. But you didn't forget everything. The last thing you remembered was Mysterio revealing Peter's identity. Everything before that you still remember like it was yesterday.

"I have so much to tell you." Peter smiled. "So-so much Y/n." He broke the embrace. You gestured to a table close to him so he could sit down.

His smile was bright, genuinely happy to see you. He played with the lit of his cup, nervous from excitement. "I really thought I lost you as well Y/n."

"Are you crazy? You know I could never forget you." You admitted. "I'm just really, really confused. I woke up and suddenly there was no record of you existing."

"I know." He sighed. "Mister Strange helped me get you guys into college."

"What?" You chuckled, not expecting that responds.

"Nevermind. It's a long long story." He tried brushing off, but you weren't having that. You needed all the details!

"Well spiderman, you're lucky I'm all ears."

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Beautifully Basic: Peter Parker x Reader ~

Description: Peter and y/n have been crushing on another for awhile when one day she blurts out “I don’t care if it makes me a basic bitch, I want my Pumpkin Spice Latte and I want it now.” and now it’s Peter’s mission to make it happen.

Warnings: 🫣 it lives up to its title lol, super fluffy, clearly given the prompt quote there are a few curses in it. May make you want to have Peter be your boyfriend.

For my fall celebration (requests still open, details here)

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“I’m serious y/n” MJ groaned.

Y/n rolled her eyes, shutting her locker before crossing her arms over her chest, “I don’t care MJ”.

“Care about what?” Ned asked cheerfully as he greeted the girls with a smile.

“Y/n won’t join me in trying to ban pumpkin spice from campus” MJ says with a sigh.

“Because it’s a personal preference MJ” y/n reminds her.

“Except that it is only a preference because capitalistic America tells you that you should enjoy it” MJ defends.

Y/n shrugs, “I honestly don’t care though, I like it”.

Ned nods, “me too”.

“You guys, don’t be so basic, it’s not even that great” MJ whines, “it’s practically the start of fall and you’re already needing it?”

Y/n rolls her eyes, “I don’t care if it makes me a basic bitch, I want my Pumpkin Spice Latte and I want it now”.

“Oh! Hi Peter!” Y/n giggles, seeing a frozen Peter standing next to her all of a sudden.

She blushes at his wide eyes and suddenly regrets her outburst.

“Hi y/n/n” he smiles, “I think I missed something”.

“Oh… MJ just says I’m being a bad person by enjoying pumpkin spice” y/n mumbles, looking to MJ to change the conversation.

However, MJ was as headstrong as always and didn’t see the desperate look on her friend’s face as she silently asked for help so her crush wouldn’t think she was crazy.

“I didn’t say that, I just said it is basic and a capitalistic ploy you’re falling victim to” MJ defends.

Peter shook his head, facing y/n with a soft smile, “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, if it’s what you want you should get it”.

She blushes and in a cliche manner tucks some hair behind her ear unconsciously, “thanks Peter, someone’s on my side!”

Ned frowns, “hey I am too!”

Y/n laughs and nods, breaking eye contact with Peter as her focus shifts to the group, “true Ned, sorry. Just needed to thank Peter for coming to my defense”.

Ned was about to argue that he’d tried to do that as well but when he saw the proud look on his best friend Peter’s face, he stayed silent.

“We should probably get to class” MJ said, closing her locker.

———

“Y/n?” Peter asked, his eyes examining each detail of her face.

She smiled over at him, biting the inside of her lip and nodded, “Yeah Peter?”

“I didn’t think you drank coffee” He said softly, recalling the last time he considered working up the courage to ask her out.

He’d changed his mind when all he could come up with was a basic coffee date and he recalled that days before y/n said she didn’t do coffee.

Y/n blushed, “you remember that?”

Peter’s cheeks flushed but he forced a nod, “of course”.

“Is that a spidey thing?” She asked quietly, her voice a whisper.

Peter laughed softly, “no, it’s not a spidey thing. I just remember important things”.

Y/n knew her cheeks must have matched the dark red of the lockers as she smiled and looked away, craning her neck to the shoulder opposite her best friend.

“Y/n/n? What’re you doing?” He chuckled, tenderly poking her cheek.

She looked over at him and he smiled innocently at her, making her sigh and bury her head into the crook of his neck.

Peter nearly froze at the contact but maintained his walk, his hand instinctively looping behind her back to keep her from falling given her off-balance stance.

“Peter, last week you forgot Ned was building the Lego Death Star in your room until you swung in and landed on it. I thought he’d never forgive you” y/n teased, her head still on his shoulder but no longer pressed into his neck as she stabilized herself more for their walk.

Peter groaned, “that was an accident! I had too much going on with… you know. Plus I hadn’t slept well “.

Y/n smirked, lifting her head off his shoulder and Peter tried not to frown at the sudden change.

“Are you saying recalling if I drink coffee or not is more important than the Lego Death Star?” Y/n joked, grinning excessively at him.

Peter bit his lip and shrugged, “so what if I am?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “oh! In that case, you’re right, I don’t normally drink coffee. But I feel like being a basic bitch today and getting a damn pumpkin spice latte”.

Peter chuckled, “why don’t you then?”

She sighed, “it might sound lame but I don’t want to go by myself and clearly MJ won’t go”.

Peter nodded, “oh. Maybe Ned?”

Peter cursed himself, why did he suggest Ned and not himself?!

“Oh, uh yeah, maybe. I suppose I could text him” y/n said.

Peter sighed hating his suggestion even if he knew Ned and y/n weren’t interested in each other.

He should’ve been the one going.

“Okay” Peter said, opening the classroom door for y/n.

“Were you not wanting to go with me Peter?” Y/n blurted, the question burning too hot in her mind to be left unspoken.

Peter pulled out her stool in silence before sitting in his.

As he took out his notebook he finally spoke, still unsatisfied with his response, “I umm was going to patrol tonight”.

It wasn’t a lie but he would much rather go with her, he just didn’t want her to feel obligated to invite him.

And as per usual, Peter was far too oblivious towards his best friend y/n’s non-platonic feelings towards him.

“Ahh” y/n said, clicking her pen, “okay, just be safe yeah?”

Peter smiled and nodded as he sorted out their lab supplies on the desk.

———

“Dude, she was clearly wanting you to ask her!” Ned shouted, earning a hard slap to his arm from Peter.

“Shhh!” Peter scolded, “besides, how could you possibly know that?!”

“Shouldn’t your Peter tingle thing help with this?” Ned groans.

“That’s not how it works Ned “ Peter sighed, “I wish”.

Ned nodded, “well she’s my best friend too and as her best friend, objectively removing myself from you for now dude, I can tell she’s into you”.

“How?” Peter asked for what Ned felt was the hundredth time today.

“For one, Peter she’s not this cozy and snuggly with anyone else” Ned laughed, “she’s always kind but I once saw Max try to put his arm around her and she looked like she wanted to snap it off”.

Peter paused, setting his notebook down as he replayed todays events.

“What?” Ned asked, watching as Peter zoned out.

“I did that today” Peter whispered.

“You wrapped your arm around her in a flirty way?!” Ned gushed excitedly, “I mean that’s basic but we can work with it!”

Peter groaned, “it wasn’t basic”.

Ned rolled his eyes, “whatever. Besides, the point is she clearly didn’t snap your arm off. Did it look like she wanted to?”

Peter blushed and rapidly shook his head, “no. She… she actually leaned in more”.

Ned let out this high pitched sound, making the class turn towards the boys and their teacher scold him.

“You have to finally act on this Peter! I’ve been watching you painfully crush on her for so long now!” Ned whisper shouts when the class resumes.

“Yeah, yeah, dude I know… Alright, you’re right… but what do I do?” Peter asked.

“What do you want to do?” Ned responded, closing his notebook as he unconsciously elected to not bother with the rest of the class.

“I… I know you think it’s basic, but she really wants to get a pumpkin spice latte” Peter said, rubbing his face while thinking.

“Beautifully basic, but I think it’s a good idea” Ned grins.

“Only one problem, I told her to text you to ask if you’d go with her” Peter admits.

“You what?! Why would you do that?!” Ned asked, irritated his best friend would blow this chance already.

“Mr. Leeds! One more outburst and you’ll be removed from class “ the teacher reprimands, causing Ned to sink in his seat and try not to laugh.

“I said I had patrol” Peter shrugged, “I didn’t see the signs that maybe she likes me back”.

“Because you’re oblivious, it’s like when you see her your brain short circuits” Ned smirked, “it’s fine, I haven’t checked my phone, I’ll just say no”.

“No, don’t do that. I don’t want her upset” Peter frowned.

“I’ll just ask to do another day then, later this week and you ask her out for tonight instead” Ned suggests.

“Thanks dude, I don’t know what I’d do without you” Peter grins.

“That’s why I’m your guy in the chair” Ned proclaims, sneaking his phone out.

———

“I heard we may have a pop quiz today” y/n groaned, walking with Peter to their next class they had together.

“On a Monday? There has to be a law against that” Peter laughed.

Y/n smiled, “right? Ugh, Mondays suck. Especially when MJ is in the mood she’s in “.

“Still hasn’t come around on the pumpkin spice?” Peter asked, sighing as he picked up on the hint of sadness in her tone.

“No” y/n said, rolling her eyes as she approached one of the desks, “she just keeps sending me links to articles and studies showing her stance”.

“She isn’t!” Peter laughed, shaking his head as he sat in the desk behind her as usual.

“Look, it’s been hours” y/n said, passing him her phone.

“Oh wow, that’s a lot” Peter said, eyes widening at the countless texts in the thread with MJ.

“I know, I haven’t even been able to check the texts from my mom or anyone else” y/n said, “I may need to mute her”.

Peter laughed, “maybe”.

“Done” She laughed, smirking at him before looking back at her phone.

“Y/n? Everything okay?” Peter asked, seeing her shoulders drop slightly.

Y/n nods, her back still to him, “yeah, Ned just can’t meet today”.

“Oh” Peter sighed, wishing Ned handled that a bit better, “I’m sorry”.

However, he knew ultimately it was on him.

If he’d just told her or at least not suggested she ask Ned, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Alright, phones and books away, get out a pencil and eraser. You’ve got twenty minutes to finish this” the teacher ordered before Peter could fix the situation.

———

“Grades will be back tomorrow. For now, take out your notebooks and textbook. We’ll now begin covering the next chapter “ their teacher stated, tapping the stack of tests on the desk to straighten it.

As the class worked through the first sections of the new chapter, Peter focused on coming up with a note.

He didn’t want it to be too simple but also not over the top either.

Ned would argue for him to just be himself but that was the hard thing.

Peter loved how he was with y/n but also wanted to be able to be more honest and compliment her more.

He didn’t want to overdo it this early though either.

After several scratched out pieces of notebook paper, he finally accepted one idea.

“Y/n” Peter whispered, reaching his hand out next to the side of his desk.

Y/n turned to look at him, making Peter nod to his hand.

Y/n fought back a giggle, but the smile it caused was enough for Peter’s heart to swell.

She eagerly grabbed the note from him and placed it on her desk.

Peter wanted so desperately to be able to see her reaction.

“This isn’t you pitying me for not having anything to do tonight is it Peter?” She whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear her with her back to him still.

“Because I don’t want that” she said, and Peter noticed the pain in her voice.

He sighed, “no, I swear. Hold on”.

He scribbled a new note, quickly promising he has always wanted to ask her on a date but was nervous and this just made it a little easier to confess.

He reached forward and tapped her arm, slipping the new note into her hand.

She nodded once before turning to look at the paper.

Peter bounced his leg anxiously as he waited for her response, his eyes analyzing her every movement.

He tried not to panic as more time passed without her saying anything.

It wasn’t until she tapped the side of his desk, a note held between her fingers, that he calmed down.

He grinned and quickly grabbed it from her, nearly ripping the paper as he rushed to open it.

His smile grew even wider as he saw her ‘then yes Peter, I’d love to go on a date with you! What should I wear?’ with a perfect little heart in the corner by her initials.

As cliche or basic as it sounds, he adored the way she wrote his name and the flawlessness of her doodle.

Peter wrote out a final note detailing that she could wear whatever and when he’d get her.

He even added a little heart of his own, although it wasn’t as perfect as her’s; but he couldn’t not draw one back!

———

“You look so pretty” Peter blushed, wishing his brain would function enough for a better compliment.

Y/n blushed and tugged on his jean jacket, “says the one dressed aesthetically for fall, I love the jacket and flannel”.

“Thank you” Peter blushed, grabbing her hand in his, “Are you cold? You could wear it!”.

Y/n giggled softly at how nervous he seemed, she squeezed his hand to hopefully calm him, “thank you Peter. I’m not right now, but I’ll be sure to let you know“.

Peter grinned and nodded, “ready to go?”

She nodded, “but are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

Peter laughed, “you’ve never been much for surprises” He noted.

Y/n blushed at how he noticed another seemingly small detail about her.

Sure they’d been friends for awhile, but these were things Ned and MJ hadn’t picked up on.

It meant Peter was paying closer attention to her.

If she’d asked, Peter would’ve freely admitted this fact to her; especially after seeing how happy it made her this morning.

“You wanted a Pumpkin Spice latte right?” Peter asked nervously.

“Yes!” She cheered, Peter laughing as she added a little skip in her walk as they headed down the street, “Are you serious? Thank you Peter!”

Peter blushed but grinned widely, “of course, I promise to always see that you get what you want”.

Y/n blushed as well, scooting closer to him, their interlaced hands now pressed against his outer leg.

“Even if it makes me a basic bitch?” Y/n laughed.

Peter shook his head as he laughed with her, “I don’t use that word”.

“What, basic?” She teased.

Peter rolled his eyes playfully as she smirked, “no. The other word. The derogatory term used for women”.

Y/n smiled at his ever present kindness and innocence.

Even after everything he’d seen, done, experienced, and lost…

Even after everything they’d faced together…

He still managed to keep his softness, one of her all-time favorite things about Peter.

“Oh, that word!” Y/n smirked, “so you’re saying I’m not a bitch but I am basic?”.

“I didn’t say that!” Peter gasped, weakly glaring at her upon seeing she was kidding.

Y/n laughed and kissed his cheek, making hoods eyes widen and cheeks flush a deep red.

“I know, but I do know it’s cliche and basic, so thanks for letting me be basic” y/n smiled.

“If it’s basic, it’s beautifully basic” Peter murmured blissfully, agreeing with Ned.

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Boyfriend

Summary: You never would’ve left her alone for someone else to take her home.

Pairing: Michelle Jones x dark!fem!reader (w/ a side of MJ x Peter)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Non-con, cheating, characters are in high school but are 18, underage drinking

Note: this is a very very late birthday present for my wife @darksideofthecocoamoon inspired by “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and spurred on by my need to assert my dominance over tom

Dating Peter wasn’t bad by any means, but it wasn’t perfect either.

MJ knew what she was getting into when she found out he was Spider-Man. Every relationship had its problems, of course, but it was different when you were dating a superhero, and an avenger at that.

All that to say, making time for each other was hard. He’d be gone on missions for days at a time, sometimes at the drop of a hat without so much as a word to MJ letting her know where he was. It sent her into an anxiety spiral, chewing her nails down to the quick as she thought about what he was doing, if he’d have another close call, or if he’d even come back at all.

She’d offered her help, of course, but Peter was insistent that she stayed out of it as much as possible. “I’m already putting you in enough danger just by being with you,” he said with his trademark puppy dog pout. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve lost too many people I care about as it is.”

And despite how many times she told him he wouldn’t lose her, or how she could be of use to him (not to mention how she vaguely implied he was sexist by continuing to allow Ned to help him), he wouldn’t budge, so she backed down and dropped the topic altogether.

But all that was minor compared to you.

You were friends with Peter long before MJ started dating him, or talking to him, let alone even watching him. Your friendship always perplexed her, considering your other closest friend was Flash Thompson, the guy who went out of his way to torment Peter any chance he got, but she supposed that really wasn’t any of her business.

What really bothered her was that you didn’t like her and she didn’t know why. She constantly went out of her way to make small talk with you or include you whenever she, you, Peter, and Ned hung out together, but you made zero effort to make her feel welcome in return.

And the way you looked at her. God, she could feel your ice cold stare burning into her from across the room, like you were trying to snap her neck with the weight of your gaze alone.

MJ tried to bring it up to Peter once. “Have you ever dated her?”

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

“Or had a crush on her or anything?” she continued to pry.

“No, MJ, we’ve always just been friends.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from?”

She sighed. “I don’t think she likes me very much, and I was wondering if it was because she’s jealous.”

“Babe, of course she likes you.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

“She has a weird way of showing it,” she muttered under her breath.

He laughed. “Okay, she can be a little protective, but it’s just because she wants what’s best for me. I’ve known her since we were in diapers. We’re practically related.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

She mumbled acquiescence, but his words did little to reassure her, not as the days went by and the intense staring continued.

MJ couldn’t care less about parties, but Peter, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a single one, even if it was being thrown by his mortal enemy, Flash Thompson. His need to partake in teenage experiences would forever be unsatisfied, but after losing his parents and enduring the burden of being Queen’s sanctified hero, MJ didn’t mind indulging him every now and then.

Even if it meant halfway through, Peter and Ned decide to ditch her. “I have something I have to take care of.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I’ll come with you,” she blurted without thinking.

“No, you stay here.” He was already backing away from her. “I’ll be back soon.”

He and Ned were working their way through the crowd before she could protest any further. She felt like a deflated balloon as she watched them go. Sure, she knew it would be selfish to keep him from his duties, especially when lives were most likely at stake. But she also knew that when Peter said ‘be back soon,’ she probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

She relented and glued her back to the wall, scrolling through her phone to distract herself from the bodies grinding to the regurgitated pop music around her. She was pulled from her feed when someone crashed into her, spilling their drink in the process.

“Oh, shit!” She looked up to see you staring at her wide-eyed. “MJ, I didn’t see you there. I'm so sorry.”

Of course you didn’t. She suppressed an eyeroll. She already knew you were present at the party. She caught a glimpse of you earlier clinking glasses and joking around with Flash. She should’ve known the second Peter left you’d seize the opportunity to humiliate her without him present.

She looked down to see the front of Peter’s sweatshirt she was wearing soaked through, reeking of liquor, and her phone screen pitch black in her hand. Great.

You noticed her stained hoodie as well. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” you continued to apologize profusely.

“It’s alright.” She averted her gaze, rubbing her arm.

“Did I get your phone too?” You looked down at the phone in her hand.

She clicked the power button a couple times, but nothing happened. The cherry on top of a shit sundae.

“I’ll get you a new one,” you insisted.

She tried not to gawk. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.” You winked at her, and she blanched. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the throng of partygoers before she could refuse. You led her into the laundry room and closed the door behind her, enshrouding you in darkness.

“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re in here?” MJ glanced side to side wearily.

“Oh, yeah. Me and Flash are like siblings. I practically live here.” You dismissed her concern with a wave of your hand. “Take off your hoodie so I can wash it.”

You reached for the hem of the sweatshirt, tugging it upwards. She awkwardly raised her arms and allowed you to remove the oversized garment, figuring it was better not to argue and go along with whatever you wanted. She shielded her bare torso, left in nothing but her bra.

You blinked at her exposed chest before turning towards the washing machine. You threw the sweatshirt inside, adding soap and pressing a few buttons before the machine started to shake.

You faced her and shrugged out of your hoodie. “Here, wear this while we wait.” You threw it to her. “It’ll probably be a little bit.”

She barely managed to catch it. She put it on and zipped it up all the way. It was significantly more snug to her body than she would’ve liked.

You looked her up and down. “That looks good on you. Fits better than that ratty sweatshirt.” You snickered. “You can keep it if you want.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged. She didn’t understand why you were being nice to her out of the blue when before you looked like you wanted to skin her alive.

“What were you doing all by yourself?” You leaned your hip against the washer. “Where’s Peter?”

“He had to… take care of something.” She cringed at her poor delivery. At least it wasn’t technically a lie.

You tilted your head. “So he left you alone?”

She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of your gaze. “It’s not like that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t leave you on your own.” You moved closer to her. “I’d be afraid someone else would try to snatch you up.”

She shriveled under the weight of your gaze, but where she expected to see pure hatred, she found something else even more perplexing.

Was that… desire?

The entire world seemed to shift on its axis as she looked at you through brand new eyes. She’d thought you were jealous of her the entire time, but maybe Peter was the one you were really envious of.

“I’d treat you so much better than he does.” You reached up and cupped the side of her face in your hand. “I’ll even give you a little taste.”

Before she could stop you, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. She went stock still, eyes wide open in shock as your lips locked. She meant to push you away, but her muscles froze.

Your hand on her face reached up as you deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in her curls. You scraped your teeth against her bottom lip, softly tugging on it. You licked into her open mouth, tongue stroking against hers and coaxing it to life.

You pulled away with an audible pop, eyes half-lidded and a hint of a smirk toying at the corners of your lips. MJ gained a small semblance of clarity through the daze she was in to stammer, “But what about Pete?”

You hummed, scraping your nails pleasantly against her scalp. “What about him?”

She tried to ignore the tingles shooting down her spine. “He’s your best friend.”

You snorted. “I’d hardly call him a friend. He’s more like a pet that does what I tell him to.” You started to walk her back. “And sometimes, pets who misbehave need to have their toys taken away from them.”

The back of her legs bumped against the rumbling washer, and MJ’s hands reached out for you to stabilize herself before she could trip. You nipped at her throat, a growl low in your chest as your hands wandered like you were mapping the plane of her body. She squeaked as one hand found her breast, kneading the small mound over the soft fabric of the hoodie you’d leant her.

The other continued its search lower, plunging beneath the denim of her jeans. She mustered up enough strength to grasp your wrist. “Wait… I’ve never…”

You cocked your head. “You and Pete haven’t…?” She shook her head as you trailed off. Your eyes raked over her, and you scoffed. “I don’t understand how he could keep his hands off of you.”

Her hold on your wrist disintegrated as your hand dove beneath the elastic band of her underwear, fingers playing with the hair at her pelvis. They delved lower and traced the length of her slit, stopping at her clit and rubbing teasing circles.

Her body tensed as an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her core. Your lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Maybe he knows he can’t please you the way I can.”

Your fingers found her entrance, and her face screwed up as you pushed an appendage into her. She gripped your shoulders, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt as you set an agonizingly slow pace.

You shushed her. “That’s it,” you coaxed her in a low voice. “You’re doing so well for me.”

A squelch was heard over the roar of the washer as her arousal eased the way for your intrusion. Your finger pumped in and out of her without resistance, slick pooling in the palm of your hand. You added another one, and she grimaced as her channel stretched to accommodate both fingers.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone,” you purred into her ear. Your thumb found her clit and brushed against the sensitive nub in time with your strokes.

She pushed down on your shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. “Don’t…” Her voice came out breathy as she squirmed against you. “Stop…”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping,” you rasped, shooting her a wink.

You curled your fingers, stoking the fire blooming white hot in her core. Your chest pressed flush against hers, pinning her between you and the washer. The vibrations of the machine shot through her, and the knot coiling in her gut grew worse.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips as she tried to fight against it, to suppress whatever it was your fingers brought to life in her until it was almost painful to resist. But she couldn’t stop herself as you pushed her over the precipice.

She felt like she was floating as her muscles seized, her walls spasming around your fingers. She made a high-pitched keen so unlike her as white dots burst across her vision. Your fingers never stopped thrusting, and her stomach dropped as she came down from her high.

You pulled your fingers out and stuck them in your mouth, slurping the juices sticking to your skin. You removed them with a salacious pop before capturing her lips in a kiss. She tasted herself on your tongue as it tangled with hers.

You pulled away, your lips shiny with a mixture of saliva and slick. MJ’s head felt like it was spinning as you ran your hand down the length of her arm. “Forget about the sweatshirt. It’s probably ruined anyway.” You threaded your fingers through hers and tugged. “And if you don’t want that hoodie, I have plenty of other clothes at my place to make up for it.”