#peter @ bruce: btw if you turn out to be the next coming of like. The Antichrist im going to be pretty upset. so dont do that

[sunriseovergotham]

one of those 'peter in gotham' aus except lex fucking luthor is the one that finds him. Can you imagine the shenanigans. peter accidentally goes through a portal and lands in the outskirts of metropolis where luthor just so happens to have a factory doing Something. and luthors employees find him and go to luthor like Hey boss,, Umm. theres a teenager in the grass. luthors like, what happened? cue the factory workers going i dont know! the kid jsut fell out of this weird portal thing! and hes like,,, Hm.

superman definitely should be relevant but i still want the batfamily to meet peter. can you imagine that luthors kryptonite reserves were discovered and confiscated. and theres some discovered in gotham, whether it be naturally discovered there or someones like, selling it? and so thats how peter gets sent to gotham? although i cant see luthor letting him loose on the big wide world without some insurance, because hes definitely obscuring some of the facts from peter in order to manipulate him.

hmmm maybe luthor traps peter in a deal that peter cant easily get out of (at the cost of his or someone elses safety) so that even when peter Does discover how bad luthor is, he cant just bail out. idk i just think its very funny how every single person peter is vaguely acquainted with turns out to be a supervillain. or somehow personally wronged by him. and i think that should extend beyond universes.

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Hey girlie when’s the new fic coming, no rush btw xx

IT'S HERE! Sorry for the delay life has been crazy. But im on spring break and very excited to work on some pieces.

Let me know what you guys think. If you want a part 2 or something. Next piece is the drunk peter one.

Just Do It

WARNINGS: Depression, suicide attempt, mention of drugs, swearing, underage drinking (dont do it kids), angst OMG, fluffy end.

Summary: Based on the Pete Davidson quote " Ive always been suicidal but ive never had the balls"

Pairing: avengers (Steve, Tony, Nat, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, Scott Peter) x reader

I hated that I was loved. Life would be so much easier.

It would give me a reason that explains the feeling and thoughts I've had for the past year. But I knew I lived a very fortunate life. I had the best of both worlds, one as a high schooler, the other one as a superhero named Blue Gaze. I thought for a while that if I stopped with my secret identity, life might be better. But it also could become worse, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I just continue to hide under my pain and fears, hiding in the clouded thoughts that fill my head. Reminding me daily that I'm a shitty person, people only care about because of my powers, and nobody would blink an eye at me if I was gone.

And I know when you're feeling like this, you're supposed to talk to someone. but at this point, I don't know what will happen if I talk to someone and I become “better”. it scares the shit out of me. I have kind of become content with my sadness and I don't know what else to do. So I try my best to find different things to distract myself from the feelings.

I'm a junior in high school, going to a local public school. I'm what you call a good kid. I get good grades, don’t stay out late, and was a model student But it all changed around six months ago when I meet my partner Chris. they are the best worst influence I could ask for. They knew and understood my thoughts and knew that I needed a form of escapism. Soon, we were dating and it was a great distraction. They introduced me to marijuana, alcohol, and it was incredible. They made me happy at the moment and not in the long run.

Now here I am, riding up the elevator, at 1 am, to the compound. I had my backpack on, getting a stash of stuff from our friends. I'm staying here this weekend as my parents are out of town. My parents have been concerned about my behavior and well-being for a while now, and even told Tony about their concerns. He tried to talk to me about it, but it only made it worst.

The elevator opened up and I walked into the kitchen. I was out with Chris and their friends and I'm not as drunk as usual, but enough to feel numb. I went to go grab some leftover food in the fridge but before I could even grab the food the door shut and Steve Rodgers had his hand on the fridge. “HEY!” he said, staring at me. If I was sober I would have been scared, but instead, I was given a confidence boost.

“The hell do you want? I'm busy and hungry so get out of my way.” I said as I shoved past his shoulder, going to grab an apple from the fruit bowl but a hand dragged it away. Tony looked at me, with fear and anger in his eyes.

“We have been calling and texting you all night. No answers, no nothing. Hell, you managed to even bypass my security and turn off your location. Mind tell us where the FUCK you have been?” Tony said, gesturing to the mighty heroes behind him. I didn’t even register walking in how many people were in the room. Sam and Bucky were behind the couch, Nat and Scott were sitting on it. Adjacent to them was Wanda and Vision, on the opposite couch, with Bruce standing behind them. But what surprised me the most was Peter standing next to Bruce, eyes red and puffy.

“You don’t need to know everything I do. You aren't my parents, you guys don't own me. I'm allowed to have a fucking life.” I said, annoyed, looking at them.

“We are your parents for this weekend,” said Steve, turning my attention back to him. “You're staying here, therefore you are our responsibility. So let me ask this again. where have you been?” I could tell where this conversation was going, and I didn’t want to deal with it.

“I was out with friends. I'm going to bed.” I said, looking at the team as I walked away.

“Like hell, you're not!” I heard Sam yell behind me. I slowly turn around. “we're going to discuss this. You don't get to walk in here at 1:00 AM smelling like weed and crappy beer, expecting to get out of it.” Sam tells me as he walked closer to me. Before he got too close, Scott appeared next to him.

“What Sam is trying to say is that we're just concerned about you,” Scott said, looking at me like I was a lost dog. “You've been hanging with the wrong crowd, pushing people away. We just want to know what going on. We care about you Y/n.” he walks closer to me, trying to hug me but I step to the side to avoid the interaction.

“Oh cut the crap guys. You don't care about me, you only care about Blue Gaze. You only work with Blue Gaze. Our relationship starts and ends with my mask. You guys couldn’t give two shits about my life." I was annoyed at this point. I had plans for the rest of the night but now they want to talk about my feelings? Fuck no.

"What makes you think that? We care about you. I care about you Y/n” Peter states. I couldn't look at him. He was my best friend, the one I feel closest with out of the bunch. But I haven't spoken to him in a while. Now that they see me as someone who needs help, they are being nice to me now. I hated it. It made me feel angry.

"You don't care about me! All you see is a damsel in distress and you want to save me. But I’m fine.” I said as I heard my voice crack. I could tell they could hear it too. Nat starts talking to me in her motherly voice.

“We just want to help you Y/n. Tell us how we can help” she said. I felt this anger and frustration starting to build up inside me and I felt I was about to break.

“You wanna help me? Fine! Go get a gun and shoot me 'cause I can't bring myself to do it.” I yell as I burst. I looked at my co-workers and they were silent. They couldn’t believe I said that. I couldn’t believe I said that. In fact, I was pissed I said.

"What did you just say?" Bucky asked. I looked at him and I felt fury within me. I didn’t want to say it in the first place but now I have to say it again.

“I'm sorry, Does the Super soldier with super hearing need me to repeat myself? I said I want someone to kill me. It's not that hard, especially for you.” I said. As soon as I said that last part, I knew it was a low blow. But I was in too deep, plus I had a lot to express.

“Y/N! Why the hell would you say that?” Steve said, storming over towards me.

“Why not? It's the truth, and you guys want me to be truthful, don't you? You want me to tell you how I feel. Well, I want to die and Bucky has killed people without any guilt. So I know he can do it so I want him to do it.” I see tears form in the soldier's eyes as he storms out. Sam comes towards me, fire in his eye.

"I don't give two shits about what you're feeling right now, that was incredibly uncalled for.” He shouts before leaving to find Bucky.

“Fine! If he won't do it, how about you Nat?” I said as I make my way to her. “Red room assassin? Go get a gun and kill me. It would solve everyone’s problems, so Just do it!” I scream in her face as I feel us get farther apart from each other. Steve and Scott are pulling me back, as I see Clint get Nat and lead her out of the room. Everyone just continued to stare at me, waiting to see what I would say next. I didn’t even notice the tears coming down my face until Scott pulled me out of my head.

"Hey Kiddo," he said, wiping the tears off my face with his thumb. I looked at him with tearfilled eyes. "Do you want to talk?" i shrugged my shoulders. My heart was telling me to open up because they care, but my head was telling me to run away and avoid talking about it.

“Come here,” he said, walking us over to the couch. I sat down and looked at the floor. Steve sat next to me with Scott on the other side, Peter and Tony on the other couch with Bruce behind them. “What going on Y/n?” Steve said. I couldn't look at him, I couldn't look at anyone. I wanted to hold back but I also knew it would be helpful to talk about it. “Take your time,” he said, putting his arm around me. He brought me into a side hug. I could tell he wanted to do it for comfort, but it was mainly a way to hold me in place so I don’t lash out again. I let out a shaky breath before speaking.

“I want to die but I can't. I have tried multiple times. I've been so close to pulling the trigger, swallowing the pills, or jumping off the ledge. But I think about you guys or my family finding me and I can't bring myself to do it” I say, continuing to look at the floor. I haven’t told anyone this and I know it wouldn’t be the last. "But just because I can't do it, doesn’t make the thoughts and feelings go away.” It was quiet, everyone was waiting for me to say something but I don’t know what else to say. Peter was one of the first ones to speak.

“Why would you want to die? You are a hero, everyone adores you.” Peter said. I looked at him and he hasn’t stopped crying, but they were more silent tears.

“Blue Gaze is a hero, that’s who people love! Nobody cares about a random high schooler.”

“We care about you Y/n, so much,” Scott said, holding hand, caressing it with his thumb.

“No, you don’t!” I start to stand up but Steve's tight hold of me keeps me on the couch. I take a few breathes, to keep myself grounded, so I don’t say something I'll regret.

"Kiddo, we care about you a whole lot. I care about you. But you are scaring me with the way you have been acting. I don't want you to go down the road I was on." Tony said. I knew it meant a lot for him to say that, he doesn't talk about his past a lot. I didn’t even realize Bruce coming over to sit in front.

“Y/n, I need you to be honest with me. I know it will be hard but you have to if you want us to help.” Bruce lifts my chin so I'm forced to look at him. My eyes were full of tears and regret. “Do you think you can do that?” he said, looking at me.

I look around and see my coworkers, or family, waiting for my response. Could I do it? Could I be honest? I want to, but I don’t know what will happen next. Will they send me away? Will I no longer be an avenger? I’ve been holding onto this part of my life for too long, and it's been eating away at me day by day. Maybe it’s time to finally let go. I took a breathe before responding

“Yeah, I'm ready to get help. I'm ready to be honest”

A/N: Ahhh! what do you guys think? please let me know!

Tags: @winter-soldier-vibes @angeldreifics @luvhann @xennityxen

[applerubyy]

Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rapid change of POV, angry makeout, hate sex, smut 18+ (very rough sex btw), smart ass reader, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control)

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst? (i still don’t really know what classifies as angst), confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean

𝐀/𝐧: sorry if the pov change got too crazy i was imagining it as if it was like a scene from a movie; just tried something new to spice things up :) also thank you guys so much for the love from only the first chapter?! you guys are literally awesome! i do have a taglist so let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts! there’s only five chapters by the way!!!!

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You were hanging out with Peter after you found out that your fight with Bucky made him cry. You two had taken a walk to grab some coffee from the cafe down the street. 

“Why do you and Bucky hate each other?” Peter asked you as you two were walking home.

“Oh, I don’t- I, uh… I don’t hate him,” you stuttered and hesitated, in truth you couldn’t care less what happened to the ass.

“Y/n, you say mean things to each other all the time, and you fight a lot.”

“I know. Peter, sometimes people just don’t get along. I don’t personally think Buck’s a bad guy.”

“Then why do you always fight?”

“I don’t know.”

You two got to the compound and Peter went straight to Tony and Bruce who were in the lab. You went to look for Natasha who was on a step ladder changing a bulb. 

“Why are you changing a bulb? Doesn’t Vision usually do that?”

“He and Wanda… are on… and date,” she huffed trying to reach the screw.

“Do you need help?” you laughed at her struggling.

“Yeah, you’re taller than me right? You try.”

You stepped on the ladder with the bulb in hand reaching to screw it in. Steve and Bucky walked in coming up to you with concerned looks on their faces. You reached up and could barely fit the bulb in so you opted to stand on your toes. That very quickly went south however.  

You fell forward on Nat making the step ladder fly sideways from under you. She grabbed you and rolled you both so you would land on the floor with minimal injury. Steve and Bucky both widened their eyes rushing to you two lay laughing loudly on the floor.

“You guys ok?” Steve asked, grabbing the step ladder.

“Yeah we’re ok-” you cut off, your laughter immediately dying from Bucky grabbing your arm and pulling you up. He grabbed your face and checked to see if you might’ve scratched yourself. 

You pulled away confused.

“Why are you so fucking careless? Ask us next time,” Bucky growled.

“Careful Barnes, don’t want people to think you actually care for me,” you rolled your eyes.

That pissed off Bucky who lunged at you pushing your shoulders. You used your powers to expand a black ball of mist before thrusting it at Bucky making him stumble back. Nat and Steve dove in to stop what could be another potential disaster between you two.

“Can you two stop fighting for five fucking seconds?” Nat yelled. 

“He started it!” you shouted.

“Enough! Barnes, L/n. Asses in the conference room. Now,” Fury found you guys.

You looked at Buck, who had nostrils flared breathing heavily in anger. He was fuming; and for what? 

“You two have a mission,” Fury said when you two entered the conference room.

“Is that really the smartest thing to do. We don’t work well together,” Bucky said.

“The only thing smart about you is your mouth. Go on this mission, together. Any casualties will come out of your paycheck and field time.”

“What?” you both said in shock.

“I said what I said; wheels are up in 20.” 

You grabbed the files handed to you by Maria and walked to your rooms to pack. Nat came into your room to ask what happened. Same with Steve and Bucky.

“What happened?” Nat asked you.

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“Fury, sent us on a mission,” Bucky told Steve.

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“I can’t imagine how quickly shit will the fan. I can’t stand him!” you told Nat, talking about the upcoming mission.

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“I can’t stand her.”

“Why?” Steve asked Buck.

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“He’s so infuriating. Like everything pisses him off…”

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“She’s always angry and wants to fight.”

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“Do you think maybe you like him and you’re convincing yourself you don’t by being mean?” Nat asked you.

There was a long pause as you two stared at each other before you guys burst in laughter.

“Good one,” you laughed, “Anyways, I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back.”

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“I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back,” Bucky said to Steve patting him on the shoulder. 

You both got to the quinjet, not even thinking about talking to each other. The file you both had basically said there was a fundraiser being held to mask an underground meeting for Hydra agents to meet in secret. 

Not a secret anymore though.

You two arrived at the hotel still haven’t spoken a word each. All that was heard in the elevator on your way up was both your breathing echoing off the metal walls. You got in and set your stuff on the couch. 

“We should set up a game plan,” you huffed.

“Ok,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes but began setting up what should be the tactic to approach the mission. You didn’t want to be too aggressive but being too stealth might take too long. Bucky came out of the bathroom after what seems to be having taken a shower. 

“Come up with anything yet?”

“No,” you responded.

“Seriously?” 

“What? It’s not like your fucking helping.”

“Watch your fucking attitude. I didn’t do anything so knock it off.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna help me or are you gonna sit there and watch me do all the work just to take credit?”

“Why would I take credit for your shitty plan that’s gonna get compromised.”

“Can you not be a dick for two seconds and be helpful for once?”

“I’m not helpful?” he stood up getting angrier every passing second. 

“God, Bucky get your head out of your ass! Stop taking everything so negatively; this is why I can’t stand you!”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, princess,” Bucky walked up to you, pulling you close by wrapping his metal hand around your throat.

“Am I turning you on?” you mocked.

“Shut up!” 

“Or what? You’ll spank me?” you whispered.

“Fucking bitch,” Bucky said before smashing his lips to yours.

He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you burtally. Your lips were swelling as Bucky trailed rough kisses down your throat. You wanted to moan because Bucky’s rough hands touching your body was overwhelming. 

There was a harsh contrast between his hot flesh hand and his cold metal one. You finally gave in after feeling Bucky’s hard dick brushing against your thigh considering he still had only a towel around his waist from his shower. 

“Does that feel good? God you fucking slut; falling apart under a man you hate,” Bucky whispered roughly in your ear.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “Fuck you, Bucky.”

He lifted your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. You stood up and Bucky fell to his knees in front of you taking your pants while you unclasped your bra. 

Bucky let his poorly wrapped towel fall to the floor as he pushed you down roughly onto the couch once again. Bruising kisses were exchanged and Bucky’s hand traced your stomach following down to between your thighs.

He rubbed roughly but slowly at your clit making your hips wiggle under him. 

“Fucking stay still,” Bucky said. 

“God Bucky, I already don’t like you so teasing me will just make me fume.”

“Then I guess I’ll enjoy every second I get to tease you and pisssed you off.”

“Bucky,” you grunted bucking your hips into his roughly.

“Knock it off,” Bucky grabbed your throat, squeezing gently; sure he hated you and wanted you be quiet but he wasn’t trying to kill. 

“You want me to fuck this pussy? Want it rough? I’ll give it to you rough then,” Bucky said hoarsely, “I'll make you scream and cry from how good my cock is. I’m gonna ruin you, babygirl.”

You whimpered and nearly screamed when Bucky thrusted into you hard and fast. Your hands  held his forearms not in fear but to steady yourself when his hips started moving faster and faster. His hips dug into yours; you were getting sore already from his manic thrusts. 

You moaned loudly and Bucky kepting thrusting into you ferociously chasing his orgasm. You breached the edge yourself, tears forming in your eyes. You sniffled making Bucky look at you with the slightest bit of concern on his face. 

“Is it too much? I thought this is how you wanted it, you fucking cockwhore.”

“Ugh Bucky,” you moaned.

“Come on, Y/n. Cum. Let it go,” he said.

You nearly screamed in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Bucky came inside you then collapsed on you knocking the air out of your system momentarily. You pushed him off then practically ran to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

Bucky came in you and you could feel the mixtures of both your cum dripping down your thighs. You were on the pill so you just cleaned yourself and quickly showered. When you came up Bucky had dressed himself and was writing stuff on a piece of paper; as if he hadn’t choked the shit out of ou and made you cum so hard you almost passed out. 

“I came up with a plan,” he said, so normally.

“Ok.”

“Look, Y/n-”

“This never happened. We don’t fucking like each other ok? If you tell goddamn soul I will rip you apart limb by limb.”

“Then you can’t tell anyone either,” he pushed.

“As if I’d tell anyone about this.”

“Are you that repulsed by me? Admit it! That the best sex either have had, probably ever.”

“Enough, Bucky. We hate each other.”

“But-”

“James, stop!” you yelled, quieting Bucky.

“Fuck you,” he said walking out.

“The plan’s on the table, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before going to sleep.

You breathed out heavily before grabbing the paper. There was little room to make mistakes but all in all it was a good plan. You went to your own bed seeing Bucky already asleep in the other. You turned off the light and prepared yourself for what was to come tomorrow.

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Jasonette - A Second Chance Pt. 1

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This one-shot contains major character death as well as blood and violence. BTW, to clear up their ages at the beginning of the story.

Alfred: IMMORTAL, MY CHILDREN

Bruce: 44

Dick: 29

Jason: 24

Marinette: 23

Tim: 21

Damian: 14

(Marinette’s POV)

Ladybug had failed all of Paris. She had gone into today’s battle, thinking that she and her partner Chat Noir would work together to defeat Hawkmoth. But, right when she had asked Chat Noir to take Hawkmoth’s miraculous, he froze. He then did the worst thing she could imagine he laughed. Chat then walked up to Hawkmoth while Hawkomth chuckled, “Little Bug, even your partner doesn’t support you anymore. Just give up.”

Ladybug froze, her mind racing. Her partner had betrayed her. He had decided that the cause they had been fighting for the last decade was no longer worth the fight. (I was going to make you’ll do the math, but then I saw I already told you Marinette’s age above, lmao.) She screamed in frustration and then shouted, “ Never!”

Ladybug or Marinette was a great fighter, especially after having been in the superhero gig for so long. But, Chat Noir was also pretty good, and he was allied with both Mayura and Hawkmoth. It was safe to say that the odds weren’t looking well for Marinette. She was growing tired, and Tikki didn’t have much energy left within her.

That’s when it happened, Marinette made a mistake. The next thing she knew, Hawkmoth had her pinned to the ground and had pulled off her miraculous, consequently revealing her identity. Hawkmoth handed over her miraculous to Chat Noir, who put it on. Chat, then turned into a deep purple, and a voice asked him, “What do you wish for, oh young one?”

Chat replied, “I wish for the rebirth of my mom, Emilie Agreste.” Marinette’s heart stopped. Her ex-partner was Adrien Agreste. And if he’s assisting Hawkmoth, that must mean that Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste, her idol. Then Natalie Sancoeur must be Mayura. Marinette came to those conclusions in a matter of seconds. But, after a minute, she started feeling sluggish.  She felt her heartbeat slow down. She was so tired. She just wanted to sleep forever. She didn’t feel so good at this point. Through her blurry vision, she saw a woman that looked like Adrien’s Mother appear. As Emilie returned to full consciousness, that’s when Marinette started losing consciousness. The last thing that she heard in a whisper was, “ A life for a life, that was the price.” Before she closed her eyes,  succumbing her body and mind to the darkness that lay ahead.

(Talia POV)

Talia Al-Ghul was expecting a lot of things today. What she was not expecting was to find Paris in a mid-battle, for one of the heroes partners to betray them, the villains winning, and then said hero dying. She looked at the body of the girl that everyone was staring at and thought she didn’t deserve to die like this, plus she might be useful to the league. Talia pulled up her mask to cover her face and then blended in with the shadows. No one actually so her until she grabbed the girl and disappeared. Her actions prompted a lot of commotion back at the battle location.

Talia boarded her plane, carrying the body in her arms. She was slightly worried about the potential effects the Lazarus pit could have on her. She had experienced the worse side-effects, courtesy of one Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Talia could still remember his screams as he clawed his way out of the Lazarus Pit and started to attack all the assassins with the intent to kill anyone and everyone. They had barely managed to restrain him. She hoped that this girl would not receive similar side-effects. But, based on the amount of trauma and betrayal she held within her like Jason, it would be inevitable.

Once Talia arrived at the league with the dead girl, she walked out of the plane got some bandages. Talia then took the girl, or rather Marinette. She found out from a face scan that pulled up all her legal documents as well as her background information, to her father, Ra’s. Once she arrived before her father, she bowed her head in respect for him.

“Ahhh, daughter, you’ve returned. And who is this you’ve acquired.”

Talia answered, “Her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, twenty-three-years-old, and an excellent fighter. She lived in Paris, France, and was the main hero. Today was the final battle, and her partner ended up betraying her, getting her killed in the process.” She then handed over all of Marinette’s legal documentation as well as her background info to her father.

Ra’s looked through it and then asked, “How would she be a useful asset to the league?”

Talia responded, “After what happened with Marinette, she would have a thirst for revenge on the people that wronged her. I’m enunciating that we can use that to our advantage. The only problem is that Marinette carries around a lot of trauma, betrayal, and loneliness like Jason Todd. I’m concerned that she might have the same reaction for dipping in the pit.”

Ra’s nodded, considering the idea and agreeing that a person with the thirst for revenge would be a useful addition to the league.

Talia watched Ra’s, hoping to get an idea of what he was thinking. He then beckoned for her to follow him. He leads her to the Lazarus Pit, and Talia now knew that Ra’s supported her decision. She put Marinette down and wrapped her in bandages before dipping her in the pit. What happens next is alarming.

Marinette has the same reaction as Jason. This time though, everyone was ready. Talia quickly took hold of her and started whispering how she got to her destination and how she came back to life. Unlike Jason, though, Marinette doesn’t have as much of a temper, which helps Talia efficiently calm her down faster. Talia then tells Marinette, “Would you like to be an Assasin and fix those who have wronged you?”

Talia wasn’t asking. They would force Marinette if she refused, but they wanted to be her ally rather than as her foe. But what would she choose?

(Marinette’s POV)

A burning sensation was all Marinette felt. But she was supposed to be dead. So, what was she doing alive she got out of the green ooze that she was inside. Marinette frantically looked around while clawing the bandages on her to get rid of the burning sensation. When it didn’t work, she tried to claw her way out of the goop to ease the burning until someone caught her around her middle. The same person took her out of the green goop and started whispering reassurance in her ear. Marinette relaxed until the women asked a question that would change everything, “Would you like to be an Assasin and fix those who have wronged you?”

The logical side of her brain argued that she shouldn’t yield herself to killing others, that it was wrong. The other side of Marinette’s brain felt hazy from dipping into the ooze. It was also hazy because of her grief, pain, betrayal, trauma, and loneliness argued that revenge was the only way to go. She slowly let the murky part of her brain take over until revenge felt like eating ice cream on a hot summer day, great. She nodded her head in agreement with the proposition. The woman smiled and then introduced herself as Talia Al-Ghul, the demon head’s daughter. She spent the rest of the day explaining everything about the league to Marinette. Talia also explained rules that applied specifically to her. By the end of the day, Marinette had an outfit that she would use on missions and during training. Talia then left Marinette to settle in. Marinette looked around the room and sighed, getting ready for experiencing this every day from now on.

(Four months time skip)

It had been four months since Marinette became a member of the league of assassins. And as expected, she was a valuable member of the order. Her need for revenge drove her to work harder on missions.

One morning, Talia awoke Marinette with some news. “You will be going to Gotham to check on my son, who should be 14 now. You will observe how he communicates with his family, and if there any problems arise, you will assist them. Report back to me every day, understand?”

Marinette nodded, “Yes, Mistress.” Talia nodded back and then left to get the plane ready. Marinette wore her usual assassin outfit.

Marinette then went outside and stood before Talia. Shed waited for Talia to give her to okay to board the plane. Once she did, they both got on and reviewed everything they knew about Damian and the Waynes. By the time they arrived in Gotham, Marinette had memorized the information of every single Wayne. She said goodbye to Talia and tracked down Damian, watching him from afar in the shadows.

(Time Skip of a Week)

It had been a week since Marinette started observing Damian. She had to say that he was growing soft. Although, it had been four years since Damian was under league supervision. Everything was going all right on the bat’s patrol until it wasn’t.

The bat family was fighting some thugs at the docks when a thug snuck behind Damian, or rather Robin, and shot him in the stomach. Damian fell to the ground in pain, but still alive. This action provoked Marinette to let out a deep, feral growl. She then grabbed some of her throwing stars and launched them at the thug, effectively killing him in the process. Her actions lead the bat clan to shift their attention to her. They quickly fought off the remaining thugs. They then walked up to a bleeding Damian and Marinette standing in front of him as if to guard him.

Batman then asked, “Who are you, and why are you here?”

Marinette answered, “My name is Dark Angel. I was sent by Mistress Talia to look after Damian for a little bit and see how he’s fitting in.”

Batman then stated, “You killed the man.”

Marinette shrugged, “It comes with the job description. I’m an assassin. You know, a murderer who targets people that would be better off dead?”

Batman sighed, “Nobody is better off dead.”

Marinette shrugged again, so done with this conversation, “Speak for yourself.”

(Jason’s POV, sorry for the abrupt change)

Jason stared at the woman in front of him, who must be his age. He recognized her behavior from somewhere. Jason suddenly realized where he had seen this behavior before he exhibited this demeanor after he came back to life. That meant that she had died, and Talia was using her want for revenge like the league used his.

Jason asked, no stated, “You died.”

Dark Angel stiffened, “Who wants to know?” Yup, her reaction confirmed his suspicions she had died and was then brought back by the Lazarus Pit. Most likely recently by how raw her emotions still were.

Jason walked up slowly to her and remarked, “You died and later brought back to the Lazarus Pit. You probably have a thirst for revenge. I can see a lot of you in me. I can help you.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, which was hard considering his character.

Dark Angel backed away while shaking her head, frantically", No, you know NOTHING ABOUT ME! YOU DON’T KNOW THE BETRAYAL, THE TRAUMA. YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!“ She then ran away, trying to get away from the Bat Clan.

Jason looked over at Bruce, or Batman, with determination clear, in his eyes, "I’m going to go find her.”

Batman nodded, “Take RR and Nightwing with you. I’m going to take Robin back to the Bat cave, where Agent A can patch him up. Once you find her, bring her to the cave so that we can talk with her.”

Jason then nodded and grappled in the direction that Dark Angel went, with Red Robin and Nightwing following in his wake. After running for a little bit, they caught sight of her blending in with the shadows. They decided to split up to cover more ground. Jason ran as fast as he could along the rooftops when he finally caught sight of Dark Angel. She looked to be crying. When she saw him, she jumped off the roof and opened a portal falling through. Jason jumped after her and barely went through in time. He then fell on top of something and groaned. Jason got up and looked around. He realized that he was standing on the Eiffel Tower, was he in Paris?

(Marinette’s POV)

After Jason or Red Hood confronted her and tried to compare herself to him, she ran. She started crying, the emotions too overwhelming to not cry. Marinette cried for a little bit. But, she then caught sight of Red Hood running up to her. She glared at him and asked Kaakki to open a portal. A week after she had managed to become an assassin, she had returned to her room and got the miracle box back in her possession. Talia had no idea, and Marinette had no desire to tell her.

She jumped through the portal, she landed on the Eiffel Tower, and took a deep breath. Behind her, she heard a loud thud and then a groan. She whipped around to find that the idiot Red Hood had followed her through the portal. She saw him get up and look around before a look of realization spread through his face. Marinette saw him look at her. She quickly ran away. She felt him running after her. But she had a mission, and she wasn’t going to stop until she accomplished it. Marinette’s mission the demise of everyone that ever hurt Marinette.

She ran to the Agreste Mansion and went through Adrien’s open window. She saw him sitting at his computer happily looking at something. That asshole, he killed her and was enjoying life himself. “Adrien,” she crooned sweetly, “How are you? Are you having a good time since you got your mother back by killing someone else?”

Adrien looked frightened, “How do you know that?”

She walked up to him, hips swaying. She then pulled out her dagger and slid her finger across the blade, “I know a lot of things about you. Like how you are a selfish, asshole.” She then pulled him closer to her and put the dagger to his neck. “You deserve to die, slowly and painfully, and I will happily help you.”

Before Adrian could scream for anyone, Marinette had already stabbed him in the stomach where his lungs were. She was going to do his heart or behead him, but that let him off too easy. The look of pure horror etched onto his face as he fell on the floor with blood all over him, and the floor had Marinette smirking. She grabbed the cat miraculous off of Adrien’s finger and the ladybug miraculous off of his ears. She knew that Red Hood was behind her, but she couldn’t care less.

Next, Marinette went looking for Gabriel and Natalie. It looked like Emilie was out right now. So, Marinette wouldn’t kill her. She also didn’t take part in killing her. She found Gabriel and Natalie in the house’s atelier. Once they saw her, they prepared to attack her. But she had already whipped out a gun and had shot both of them. She had tried to shoot them approximately below where their heart was. As Marinette got closer to examine them, she realized that she had damn good aim. The bullets had hit them directly in the area she was hoping. Close enough to kill them, but far enough to cause them pain. Their blood was gushing out of them, and Marinette could tell that they would die. She grabbed the butterfly miraculous and the peacock miraculous. She brought Adrien downstairs to lie next to his family. Marinette then went back into the shadows with Red Hood following her right as Emilie arrived.  

Marinette watched as Emilie looked at her dead family and started sobbing. Emilie then took notice of the note next to them.

It read:

THEY TOOK A LIFE, AND NOW I DESERVE TO TAKE THEIR LIFE FROM THEM IN TURN. EMILIE, YOU ARE SPARED BECAUSE YOU TOOK NO PART IN ANYTHING.

~DARK ANGEL

Marinette watched Emilie drop down to her knees and continue wailing while crushing the note in her hand. Marinette watched closely, and she wondered if her parents did the same or if they replaced her like everyone else. She shook the thought off and then went to another house, the house of Liar Rossi.

Marinette her house, and went around it trying to find the liar. She found Lila in her room, practicing her crying. Marinette smirked to herself. She always knew that Lila had to practice crying with how many crocodile tears she let loose every day. She snuck up behind Lila and whispered, “I’ll give you a real reason to cry.”

Lila stopped her tears and turned around, scared out of her mind. “Who are you?”

Marinette snickered, “I’m Dark Angel, or more specifically, you’re worst nightmare.”

Lila started crying again, except this time, her tears weren’t as fake as her life. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME, I’LL DO ANYTHING! I HAVE A LOT OF INFORMATION ABOUT THIS COUNTRY’S GOVERNMENT!”

Marinette took a knife out and ran it across Lila’s skin, causing a scream out of her, “Here’s the thing, Ms. Rossi. You are extremely selfish. You were willing to sell out your country just like that. Plus, I know you’re lying. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. So, here’s the deal, the more you lie, the more I torture you.”

Lila spent the next thirty minutes telling lies. When Marinette knew she would be confessing, she gave Lila’s phone to Red Hood so that he could film her confession. Lila then broke, “OKAY OKAY, I AM SO SORRY!!! I DON’T KNOW ANY OF THE CELEBRITIES I CLAIM I DO. I DON’T HAVE TINNITUS EITHER! MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG WASN’T BULLYING ME, I BULLIED HER. I THREATENED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN SHE FOUND OUT MY LIES AND THREATENED TO TAKE AWAY ALL HER FRIENDS. I SUCCEEDED. I WAS ALSO WORKING WITH HAWKMOTH AND HELPED MAKE ADRIEN WHO WAS CHAT NOIR BETRAY LADYBUG!!! NOW PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!”

Marinette sneered and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” Lila looked at her in hope until she stabbed Lila in the stomach, saying, “Oops, I lied.”

As Lila died, Marinette went to Red Hood and took the phone from his editing the video before sending it to all of Lila’s contacts. When she sent it to Alya, she asked her to post the video on the Lady blog before watching it. She then looked over at Red Hood, who was looking at her in shock. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’m not assassinating anyone else. Just torturing them.”

She then went to each of her classmates’ houses and tortured them, depending on how loyal they were to Lila. The person who Marinette tortured the least was Juleka, and the person that she tortured the most was Alya. Once Marinette had finished torturing all of her ex-classmates, she looked over to Red Hood and said, “Okay, I’m ready to go now.”

Red Hood looked at her, confused, “If you were going to go with me either way, why did you run?”

She shrugged, “Your clan had found me out. I wanted people dead. Plus, I was emotional as hell after your whole speech. I also still need to check up on Damian.”

(3rd Person POV)

Red Hood nodded and beckoned for her to open a portal. Marinette did so, and they both dropped through, ending up in the Bat cave. Their sudden appearance surprised all of the current occupants of the cave. Marinette walked up to Damian and asked him, “Are you okay?”

Damian replied, “Tt, ” and then nodded in affirmation.

Before Marinette could say anything else, Batman told her, “I now want you to explain to us who you are, why you’re here. Got it!” He then gave her the Bat glare in case she wouldn’t listen to him.

Marinette nodded and then spoke, “Hi, my assassin name is Dark Angel. My birth name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” A flash of recognition flashed through everyone’s faces. Unbeknownst to Marinette, Hawkmoth had been broadcasting the final battle. Everyone had seen when Hawkmoth had revealed her identity and when she had died. “I was a superhero in Paris. My partner and I were in the final battle when I found out that he had betrayed me and Hawkmoth’s side and was playing me this whole time. The villains won, and they made a wish to revive a dead person. In return, someone else had to die. In this case, it was me. The next thing I know, my whole body feels like it’s burning, and I’m inside of a pit full of green goop. Mistress Talia promised me revenge for the people that had hurt me. I excepted her offer. Since then, I’ve been an assassin for four months now, training every single day for hours. Talia told me to watch your family for a little bit as a mission, which was what I was doing until Damian got shot. You know the rest.”

Red Robin looked at her skeptically, “Where did you and Red Hood go when we tried to find you.”

Marinette looked at Red Hood before carefully answering, “I had some business in Paris, so to speak.”

Nightwing then asked, “And what was this "business” and how the hell did you get to Paris?“

Marinette sighed, rubbing her forehead to ease the throbbing, "You’re not going to let this go, are you?” When she saw everyone shake their head, she answered, “Fine. I was able to get to Paris because I have a miraculous that can open portals.” She showed them the miraculous and then demonstrated it to them. “Once I got to Paris, I committed my revenge. I killed my old partner, Hawkmoth, and Mayura. I also killed a liar who took away everything from me and was also working with Hawkmoth. I also exposed the liar. Finally, I tortured all of my old friends. Yay, I told you everything. Can I go now?”

Everyone looked at her, horrified that she was talking so casually as if she hadn’t just admitted to murderer and torture. Before anyone could say anything, Red Hood shouted, “No!” While taking off his helmet.

Marinette looked at him in irritation, “No? And why fucking not?”

Jason looked over at her, “Because I’m not letting Talia use you anymore.”

Marinette sighed, knowing he was right. Now that she had gotten her revenge, her mind was a lot more clear, and she realized why Talia wanted her to be an assassin in the first place. “Fine, so I’m staying here?” Everyone nodded, still in a daze from everything they just learned.

Marinette shook her head, and Alfred (THE AMAZING GOD THAT HE IS) came into the Bat Cave when Marinette was going to ask someone to lead her upstairs. As Marinette walked upstairs, she hoped that things would work out for her.

(one month time skip)

Marinette had been staying with the Bat Fam or rather Waynes for a month now. She honest to kwami had no idea how they were still alive. The number of times they pulled a weapon on each other was frightening, to be honest. As she got to know each of them, they felt more like her brothers and father, except for one person, Jason damn Todd. She really liked him. He was so gentle with her, and at first, she didn’t understand why. But one day, Jason told her his backstory. To her surprise, it was similar to hers. Once she figured that out, they connected on a whole other level. In fact, they had both sworn that they would try not to kill again. And naturally, the one guy who will probably ever understand her, she had to have a crush on.

Another problem was Talia Al-Ghul. She still hadn’t come to find Marinette. So she was either planning something big. OR SHE WAS DEAD! What, a girl could dream. Marinette then heard a crash downstairs. She ran downstairs and what she saw had her reeling. Talia was in the middle of the living room, playing with her dagger. Once she saw Marinette, she smirked, “Marinette, you’re here. We can go back to the league now.”

Marinette shook her head, “I like living here, and I don’t want to leave.”

The smile that was on Talia’s face disappeared, “Even if you do like it here, you still have to get revenge on the people that wronged you.”

Marinette clicked her tongue, “That’s the thing, I already did revenge on them. I killed the main ones and tortured the rest.”

Talia yelled in defeat, “Well, if you won’t come back, then you’ll just die!” (I know I made Talia super sweet at the start of the story. But let’s face it. She’s a manipulator and a bitch) She then charged Marinette with her dagger in hand. But before she could reach Marinette, she was dead on the floor with multiple bullet holes going through her.

Marinette, with a gun in her hand, sank to her knees sobbing. The Wayne family, having heard the gunshots, hurried to the first floor. There they found a sobbing Marinette and a dead Talia. Jason hurried to Marinette and pulled her into his arms. “Hey, Pixie, what’s wrong?” Marinette shook her head, still sobbing. The rest of the family, seeing that Marinette wasn’t calming down, decided to give some words of support before taking Talia out of the room and cleaning the blood.

Jason picked up Marinette, who was clinging to his leather jacket and took her upstairs to his room. He whispered soothing words in her ear the whole way. Once they arrived, he put her down on the bed and cuddled her, “Marinette, Pixie, Baby, I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.”

Marinette’s sobbing started dying down. Eventually, it was only an occasional tear with some hiccups and sniffs. “I made a promise that I wouldn’t kill anymore. I broke that promise. Deep down, I really am a murderer.” She started sobbing again.

Jason sighed and crooned to her, “Oh, baby. Do you really think that? I used to murderer people all the time. Does that still make me a murderer? No! It doesn’t make you a murderer either.”

He then started kissing her cheek, her eyelids, her button-nose, her forehead, her head, her jaw. He trailed kisses down her neck while speaking, “I- love-you-so-much. And nothing-is ever-going- to change-that. You- are not- a- murderer.” He then planted a fervent kiss on her lips, which she deepened.

They continued kissing until Marinette broke away to say, “I love you too. You helped me so much when I was broken.”

Jason looked at her in the eyes with a raw intensity, “Then if you love me, never blame yourself for what happened to you.”

She smiled softly, “I promise”, before kissing him once more, with a deep passion.

He pulled away this time and told her, “You have a chance to have a second chance at life. Not many people get that. Use that second chance to fulfill everything you ever wanted. Leave the past behind. Be who you really are. Who you were before everything. But move into the future, with me by your side.”

“A second chance,” Marinette whispered, “A second chance.” Before kissing him once more. She was going to be okay. They had each other, and they were going to get through everything together. Together no matter what, they were going to give themselves a second chance, and they were going to spend every second of it together.

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Yo! Wassup? I read far away today and boy is it awesome like you totally slay as sis .. btw when is part 2 coming ? Not tryna rush you or anything.. Take your time

Far too long - P. Parker (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here

ITS HERE AND I’M SUPER NERVOUS. I FEEL LIKE I RUSHED THE ENDING BUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE A FLURRY OF PENT UP WORDS AND EMOTIONS. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT AND IF ITS BAD THEN LMK AND ILL APOLOGISE SINCERELY BECAUSE I’M SCARED OF THIS HAHAHA

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TW: Mentions of blood, grief, injury, abandonment, fear, angst, childbirth. If any of these themes may trigger you then, please, do not read for your own good. Your wellbeing is far more important.

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Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

It would be a lie to say that Peter hadn’t been in horrible situations before. However, with the development of his powers came the growth of thicker skin and stronger shoulders to bear the weight of his choices and others.

He fought, day after day, to withstand everything life threw at him. Heartache, mistakes, the one time he frosted the tips of his hair when he was 12 - Y/N knew that he would be alright.

He had to be alright. He had to be alive. She needed him. They needed him.

Y/N had watched him grow as a man, and watched him overcome everything. Then he was finally hers. She had everything she had ever wanted in him, and she was going to bring new life into the world with him by her side, until the missions came between them.

Now, she had been away from him for over 2 months and he was missing in action. Every news station was reporting that he was gone, but she refused to accept it. She knew Peter. She knew the strength he had. She knew that no matter what, he wanted to be a part of his baby’s life.

The minute she saw the broadcast her shaking fingers dialed Tony’s number and he was there to take her to the compound as soon as he could be.

Another three months passed.

Three agonizing months.

She gave birth in the medical bay of the compound, May by her side, welcoming her daughter into the world with a broken heart

Rosie May Parker was welcomed into the world, but the one person who was meant to be there wasn’t. She had her fathers eyes, his ferocious brown curls - but she didn’t have her father.

Y/N didnt have much knowledge of science outside of her computer mechanics degree, nor did she have any means to be a powerful superhero like the avengers, but she had fierce determination. Tony had ordered her to stay at the compound until they found peter - he was also determined that his faux-son would be okay.

Y/N harbored no intentions of leaving, more so, now that Rosie had joined her. May was there as well, watching Y/N fall in love with the small child over and over again, every day, helping where she could.

It was when they neared the day that her daughter would turn two months old, that it all happened.

Y/N had taken up residency in the lab. She was a computer science major at university, and she was able to pick up the workings of the technology Tony and Bruce utilized to keep track of mission data and surveillance measures for MIA operatives. She had spent nearly every day that she had been there inspecting every program, every website, keeping track on news outlets.

The world said that Peter was dead, but she refused to give up. He wouldn’t go down without a fight. Spider-Man wouldn’t submit.

If her eyes weren’t glued to a screen, they were on her daughter, both keeping her connection to peter alive. She monitored his Karen program for any inconsistencies, any sign that the program was online.

Karen had been offline for so long. The minute the building went down on Peter, the only thing letting Y/N and Tony know that he was alive was gone with it.

Rosie would sleep soundly in a bassinet set up next to her chair. There was a strain in Y/N’s head that hadn’t waned for weeks. Each day her head felt heavier, the harsh blue lights from the computers creating a constant reminder of her naive determination.

She was beginning to consider the possibility that he was gone, but something always made her thoughts shift in the other direction whenever the idea graced her cortex.

Her days had been filled with bouts of despondency, but the small babe that she cradled against her chest throughout the day brought light back into her life.

But still, nothing

Not until that day.

Rosie was sleeping in her crib I’m their room, recently fed, changed and cuddled - Friday monitoring the baby in all of the ways that the baby monitor she had with her couldn’t. The clock had just hit 2:38am and her eyes were heavy. She considered submitting to the crushing weight of her exhaustion, until Tony burst into the laboratory with Bruce and Natasha in tow, the woman suited up and heading towards the hallway leading to the quinjet hangar.

“Tony?” Y/N blinked, eyes darting to the baby monitor to determine if the commotion was linked to her daughter. Rosie hadn’t moved, her small chest rising and falling with each breath. “What’s wrong?”

Bruce had rushed over to the computer she was sat at, rebooting various programs that Y/N could barely recognize in her bleary state.

A vein in Tony’s forehead protruded - a clear sign that his stress levels were at a high. Bruce had been attempting to monitor his blood pressure as of late, knowing that his anxiety had been peaking with the disappearance of two of his team members.

Y/N had felt a overwhelming sense of duty to the man who had taken her in. She wanted to calm him, help ease his worries as he had done for her. He was as much family to her as he was to Peter.

His brown eyes were frantic, but there was something else hidden in the warm irises that seemed constantly framed by bloodshot sclera. Hope.

“Take off in 30, Nat.” Bruce spoke through an earpiece, connecting directly to the quinjet she assumed the Russian was boarding.

Y/N focused her gaze entirely on Tony, rising to her feet carefully and stepping towards him slowly, as one would a spooked animal.

The minute she was within arms reach, his hands were grasping her shoulders. There was no pressure under his hands, but there was comfort. “A few minutes ago, a transmission came through.” Y/N felt her eyes widen, mind racing with possibilities. The smile she received from the older man told her everything she needed to know before the words left his lips. “Pete came though. He’s with Barton, they’re safe. Romanoff’s on her way to pick them up.”

Y/N was in disbelief, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “The building,” she breathed. “It came down on them-“

“The kid will explain when he gets here.” His hands moved to her cheeks. “He’s coming home, Y/N. For the most part, he’s alright. I got his vitals from the Karen program and he is stable, may need some work when he gets home, but he is okay, physically.”

Tears slipped from her eyes, running down Tony’s fingers but he paid it no mind. The smile that split his face was enough of a pardon.

It was another two hours until the familiar sound of the quinjet hangar opening graced her ears.

Bruce had ordered her to get some rest while they waited, but she opted to spend the time watching her daughter. Rosie had woken for a feed, but her big brown eyes stared up at her mother with a knowing look. Y/N could do little to push down the excitement of Peter’s return, but the overwhelming fear quickly resurfaced.

They left on horrible terms. They were no longer a couple, nor did she have the chance to take back the horrible things she said about his faithfulness to their family dynamic. But there was a lingering part of her mind that pushed her to think he would want nothing to do with them.

She left her room, placing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead and asking Friday to keep a watch of the baby, clipping the monitor to her waistband and rushing for the laboratory.

She arrived in time to see the compound medical staff trailing alongside a stretcher, Barton sprawled on it with a smirk on his face and an IV cannula in his arm.

Moments later she saw him.

He looked as much a mess as he felt, he knew so. Soot and dirt coating his skin and his suit, his leg aggravated and aching from an incorrectly set break. He hadn’t expected to see her face, but when he did, it felt as if a building was falling down on him once again.

She caught his eyes darting down to her stomach then back to her face. She smiled at him softly with a nod, hoping he could grasp her meaning across the meters between them.

She hadn’t the chance to say a word to him, nor he to her. Bruce led him to the medbay, offering support where he could for the pain in Peter’s leg, and Tony went to Y/N, cradling her as the pent up grief escaped through her eyes. She wanted to follow after him, so badly.

Tony held her against his chest, sharing the grief that had been building over the months. They were beginning to think they had lost Peter, but to see him alive and standing in front of them - it was overwhelming for both.

“I, uhm,” Tony cleared his throat, his voice wet from tears. “I’m gonna go help Bruce out. I’ll send for you when he’s all fixed up. I promise.”

With a nod of her head, Y/N let him go.

Minutes after, Friday alerted her that Rosie was awake and she took her leave to sit with her baby.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she cradled the babe to herself. She had decided that even if Peter didn’t want to see her, she would at least hand Rosie over to Tony to introduce father and daughter. Despite her previous words, she just knew that Peter would be entirely smitten with the small human, just as much as she was.

As such, it came as a surprise when Friday chimed through her P.A. System requesting her presence at the medbay.

Her feet shuffled to stop at the door for the room they were in before she knew it, and Tony had opened the door to allow her entrance. He and Bruce took their leave, allowing the former lovers to have the space to themselves.

Peter felt the air drain from his lungs and he looked at her. He had sat up on the bed, leg bandaged and healing at an accelerated rate now that it had been set correctly. He was bruised and battered but he still smiled wider than he had in so long when he saw her and the small bundle she cradled.

She was the first to speak, “You’re alive.” Her voice was choked. The past months had been hard on him, but he couldn’t imagine the pain she felt thinking he was dead. Especially when they left things so horribly.

“The building... it wasn’t meant to go down like that,” he sighed, his smile shrinking. “I took most of the brunt because I can handle more than Clint. But we managed to get out and get our target... eventually.”

His eyes were darting to the bundle in her arms, but he didn’t dare to say anything about he baby. At this point, he didn’t even know his baby’s name.

Y/N noticed his gaze, and the unspoken question that his eyes held. Without warning, she took a seat next to him on the bed, unwrapping Rosie and placing her in Peter’s arms. She silently adjusted his hands to ease his fear and discomfort in holding an infant, and she could see the emotion forming in his chocolate orbs.

“Her name is Rosie.” Y/N whispered, eyes stuck on her daughter. “Rosie May Parker.”

“You named her after ‘Love, Rosie’,” he smiled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. He had a daughter, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“It’s my favourite book. Two best friends who fell apart, only to come together and repeat it until they could finally be together.” Her fingers fiddled in her lap, picking at her cuticles. Her body was alight with nerves, her toes electric within her boots. “And I had to name her after May. She’s the only mother I have.”

“Rosie,” he tried the name on his tongue, noticing the way the baby scrunched her nose in her sleep. Her mother did the same thing.

Y/N sighed deeply, breathing out through her nose as she held back tears. “Peter, I’m so -“

“You have nothing to apologise for, Y/N.” He ran his finger over Rosie’s cheek. So soft, scared to stir her from her sleep. “Everything that happened, happened because of me.”

“Peter-“

“My list of discretions are unending. What kind of fiancé was I?” He let a soft chuckle fall from his lips, a humorless one, soaked from the sob he refused to let rip from his chest. “What kind of father was I? Who did I think I was, to keep you waiting on me, day after day. Every important event, I missed.”

“I never meant to say those things to you, Pete. To accuse you of not loving me, not wanting to be a father... it was uncalled for. But,” she sniffed, turning her head upwards to gaze at the ceiling. “I felt so alone. And then, you left, and I was alone.”

After what felt like eternity, his eyes met her face. Her skin was blotchy from tears, eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen, apart from the angel in his arms. He felt almost complete, with the two girls by his side. His heart hurt a little less.

“I know. I’m probably the biggest jackass on the face of the planet, and I know that I can most likely do nothing to change that. It’s far too late for me to even begin to say the things I have wanted to say, but I can’t stand the thought of another day without telling you what’s been on my mind since the minute I left.” His body shuddered with a heavy breath, his lips kissing the small fist that rose towards his mouth as Rosie stretched in her sleep. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Every second I was away, I wanted nothing more than to run home and apologize for every disgusting thing I had said to you, to put my hands on your belly and promise our baby that I would never leave either of you.

“Then the building went down. I helped Clint get out, but I was stuck there for a few days. Some of our operatives were working as hard as they could to find a way to clear the debris so I could go, but it took a while. The entire time, I had convinced myself that I would never be able to see you again. It was like, like, I knew, that I couldn’t breathe until I saw you again.”

Her hand moved slowly, resting against his cheek to thumb away a tear that trailed his smooth skin.

“I didn’t know how many months had passed while I was gone, but when I got out from under the building, I realized that you were all alone to have our baby.” The sob finally broke through his chest. “I left you all alone. The small little baby that would see the world for the first time without their father.” He rubbed the side of his face onto his shoulder to not drop tears onto Rosie. “I’m a horrible father. I was so horrible to you.”

His breaths were staggered, and Y/N took the baby from his arms holding her against her own chest as she pressed her body to his side. Her free hand turned his face toward her own, but he kept his eyes squeezed shut, tears flowing rhythmically.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,” he caught the way her hand tightened on his arm as he spoke. She was terrified of losing him again. “I would do anything, anything at all, to have you forgive me, but if you can’t then I understand. Just don’t make me leave your life, please.”

She felt her breath hitch, “I said horrible things to you. I told you to never come back, but I can’t stand another day without you. I need you here, with us. We need you Peter, like I told you all those months ago.” She felt his lips kiss the palm of her hand, the same one she used to brush away his tears. “I love you so much, and I don’t want you to leave. Ever.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips pouting from the strength it took to resist pressing his mouth on hers. He didn’t know if she would welcome the contact. He had done her wrong.

“I’m not leaving you anymore, baby. I’m not leaving either of you, ever again.”

Y/N knew that Peter would be alright. His resilience was unmatched, his love ferocious. Y/N had began to think she would never see him again, but the image of him perched in front of her, eyes locked on the child that looked so much like him was one that she would never forget.

The tears falling were no longer out of fear, or sadness, or anger. Her tears fell out of love and happiness. She had the final piece of her family back, and she would do everything she could to see the two people in front of her smile.

“I’ve been far away, for far too long, baby. I’m never leaving you again. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and Rosie. I’ll make you Mrs. Parker and buy a house in the suburbs and do everything boring house husbands do,” Y/N snickered, forehead still against his. Peter was rambling, but she knew she would never force him to give up what he loves, so long as he came home to his two girls at the end of the day. “I will love you, both, until the day I die and beyond that.”

She leaned her head forward slowly, allowing him to reject her intentions, but when he didn’t, she poured her emotions from the last half year into the kiss. The love, the fear, the anger, the uncertainty.

When they broke apart, one thing was on her lips, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

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[slowly-writing]

Alone

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Requested by anon: hey, could you write a natasha x daughter!reader where the daughter is really depressed and maybe she ods on pills or something and after the daughter ends up telling nat about her feelings (if that doesn’t make you feel uncomfy) thanks! i love your writing btw😁

Word count: 3.1k (longest one yet)

Trigger Warning: mentions of depression and suicide attempts. Please do not read this if it will trigger you

You trudge through the school hallway before first period, rubbing your eyes and trying your best to shut out the world. All you can see are the smiling faces of your classmates and it makes your heart sink even further down in your chest. All you want is to be happy like them, but all you have is forced laughs and fake smiles. You’re tired. Tired of pretending to be okay. Tired of feeling the way you do. Tired of being here. Nobody notices that though, you know how to hide your emotions well, maybe too well. You learned from the best, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your mom cry, so you won’t let anyone see you cry either.

You tug on the sleeves of your hoodie for what has to be the tenth time in as many minutes, pulling them down over your hands and not daring to let your wrists be seen. You let yourself be absorbed in the music blasting through your headphones as you get your books from your locker. A tapping on your shoulder pulls you back into reality. When you turn around Peter is standing behind you smiling, and you feel a small bit of joy and the sight of the sweet boy.

“Hey, y/n! What’s up? Are you doing okay?” Peter asks in that happy tone he always seems to have.

“Nothing much, and yeah. I’m good,” you say with a shrug, shoving the last of your books in your bag as the two of you head off towards class.

“Are you sure? You seem sad,” Peter says, softer this time. His smile is still there and you think maybe you could talk to him, but decide against it as you meet his eyes. His eyes, while full of joy, also show how tired he is. He’s living with his own secrets, and you won’t burden him with yours as well.

“Yeah Pete, I’m good. I just stayed up late studying,” you brush off his concern with a lie, not thinking much of it, it seems lying is all you do these days.

xxxxx

“Hey kid, how was school?” Tony’s voice startles you as you walk into the kitchen. You expected everyone to be off training but when you glance to your right you see half the team sitting at the table.

“Uh, it was fine,” you mumble, forcing a smile onto your face and walking to the fridge to avoid eye contact. The conversation behind you picks up again and you let out a sigh of relief, exhausted at the mere thought of putting on an act.

“Do you want to do something? We were saying it’s been a while since we’ve had a family day,” Steve says and you can tell he’s smiling before you even turn around.

“We were thinking about having a movie night,” your mom suggests and you take a breath, knowing she’ll see even the tiniest hint of a lie if you’re not careful.

“I can’t. I have a big test Monday, I’m going to be studying most of the weekend,” you tell them and you see the wheels turning in your mom’s head.

“I thought you had a big test this week?” Clint questions and you momentarily panic, you’ll need a new excuse soon.

“It’s Junior year, I guess they’re all big tests,” you shrug, seeing your escape and making your way towards the door, “have fun with your movie night.”

xxxxx

You’re sitting in your room a while later staring at nothing in particular when there’s a knock on your door. You snap out of your daze, calling for the person to come in.

“Hey, I didn’t see you in class today. I just wanted to check in,” Wanda says as she sits on your bed next to you, but leaving enough space to make sure you don’t feel cornered, she knows how nervous it makes you.

“Oh yeah, I wasn’t feeling chemistry today. I hid out in the library,” you say and she nods. You think the conversation is over but when you look over at her she has her brows furrowed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you go to brush her off again but she stops you, “don’t lie and say you’re fine, I know you’re not. These last few days, few months really, you’ve got this cloud around you. I can tell you’re sad, and so little of the old y/n shines through. Your emotions, the things you’re feeling, I feel it all and it’s like you’re screaming at me to help you. It’s like you’re disappearing right before my eyes, and I’m the only one who can see it. I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help.”

You stop for a moment. You’ve stumbled into another perfect opportunity. Wanda is sitting next to you, practically begging you to open up to her, and you almost do. Then you remember everything she’s been through. You remember the way she acted when she first moved in. She was barely a shell of a girl, her eyes held a sadness nobody should have to endure and she was so scared. She’s finally begun to be happy here, and you won’t be the one to drag her down again.

“It’s just school. I’ve got college applications coming up, I guess it’s stressing me out. You don’t have to worry about it, I’ll be okay,” you plaster a smile across your face and she sighs. She glances around your room, looking for an excuse to stay when she spots your guitar.

“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to play. Maybe you can teach me sometime?” you follow her gaze and pick up the instrument, brushing off the dust it’s collected from sitting untouched for months.

“Take it,” you hold it out towards her and she shakes her head.

“Y/n, I couldn’t-”

“Just take it. Someone should play it,” she stares at you and you nod. She gently takes it from your hand and you smile at her.

“You’ll talk to me, if you need me. Right?” Wanda pauses at your door.

“I’ll be okay,” you say, not quite lying but it seems to satisfy her and she gently closes the door behind her.

xxxxx

You look at the stack of papers on your desk, a list of everyone you’d want to say goodbye to. There’s almost a dozen notes all addressed to different members of your family, apologizing to them and explaining why you’re doing what you’re doing. You started out looking for a reason to stay but the more you stare at the notes the more you see how everyone has someone. Everyone except you.  

Steve finally got Bucky back, and they understand each other in ways you could never dream of. All you could ever be to them was an annoyance. Some kid from a time they didn’t understand.

Bruce and Tony, the science bros as you’ve been calling them since you were little, will keep on experimenting and inventing. They don’t need you wandering in and screwing up their lab equipment.

Thor has Valkyrie, and they’ve both been off-world for months anyway. They have their own people to watch over. They don’t need to worry about you too.

Wanda and Peter will take care of each other. Neither of them are strangers to loss, and they’ll pull each other through. All the great friendships come in pairs anyway, you’d just be a glorified third wheel.

Clint has a whole family to watch out for, and you’re nothing but a bad influence for his kids. A cautionary tale about paths not to go down. You know he’ll take care of your mom, they were family long before you came along. She’ll be better off without you to look out for. She’s the world’s greatest spy, she doesn’t need to be distracted trying to make sure you don’t screw up.

Everyone here will be fine without you, you can hear them all laughing in the common room right now, and you nod to yourself. It’s time.

You leave the light in your bedroom on as you step into the hallway. You close the door silently and glance to your right. The couches are crammed with everyone laughing and smiling in the dimly lit room. They fit perfectly, they don’t have room for one more. So you turn to your left, you can’t sneak into the elevator without one of them noticing you, so you take the stairs up one floor to the med wing.

You enter the room that held all the medicines, they never locked anything up here. You wonder if they’ll regret that as you look through the bottles of pills. You grab a bottle that’s labeled Benzo-something and decide it will work. You grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and make your way to the elevators. You tell Jarvis to take you to the roof and step out into the cool evening air a few moments later.

You take one last look at the New York skyline. You’ve always loved this view. You take off your jacket, and for the first time in months feel the cool breeze on your scarred arms. After a few moments you step back, sitting criss cross on the floor and opening the pill bottle. You pour a few tablets into your hand, silently wondering how many it will take to do the job. You tip the bottle again, pouring until your hand is nearly full, and decide that’ll be enough.

You’re calmer than you thought you’d be as you bring your hand to your mouth. You expected to cry, to feel scared, but you don’t. All you feel is the slight discomfort as you force the pills down your throat, then you just feel numb.

xxxxx

“Do you think we could convince y/n to join us?” Bucky wonders aloud as Steve pauses the movie.

“She’s been really down lately, it’s starting to worry me,” Tony says softly, that tone of voice is rare for him, and everyone agrees.

“She always wears these giant hoodies at school, even though it’s almost summer, like she’s trying to hide. She flinches away if you try to touch her arms. Whenever I ask if she’s okay she just makes up some lame excuse, I never want to push but I think maybe I should,” Peter joins in and a heavy silence falls over the room.

“I’m gonna go try and talk to her,” Nat says softly as she walks the few yards to your room. They all watch as she knocks a few times, entering when she hears no reply. There’s a few beats of silence before anything happens. “No no no.”

Your mom’s voice is barely above a whisper but they all know it’s bad. When she steps back out she’s holding a stack of papers. The look on her face is one that none of them have seen before, pure terror.

“What is that?” Steve asks as everyone jumps into action rushing to her side, but she can’t even form the words to tell them. Clint gently pulls the papers from her hands and skims through them. He swallows hard, trying to choke down the bile rising in his throat as everyone stares at him, waiting for an answer as to what could be found in a 16 year old’s room that scared the Black Widow.

“They’re suicide notes. There’s one addressed to each of us,” Clint says softly as Natasha grabs them back, rereading the words she knows will haunt her for the rest of her life. There’s a moment of silence before everyone starts talking at once.

“Where did she even go?” Wanda is the first to speak up, tears already streaming down her face.

“It’s a secure facility, she didn’t just disappear!” Tony says quickly, staring off into the distance as he runs through the short list of places you could be hiding.

“Everyone spread out and start looking!” Steve snaps everyone into action and they all scatter.

Nat is left alone, still frozen in front of your bedroom door as everyone fans out. She stares at the papers in her hands before she realizes where you are. She drops the papers, letting them flutter to the floor as she takes off towards the staircase. She takes the steps two at a time, making it to the roof in record time. You flinch as the door slams open and lazily roll over from where you’ve laid on the floor to look towards the sound.

“Oh, hi mom,” you flail your arm towards her in an attempted wave and she gasps at the state you’re in. Both the angry red marks covering your arms and the fact that you’re barely conscious scare her more than she thought possible. She can hear your breathing, ragged and slow and she feels more tears fall from her eyes.

“Y/n what did you do?” she yells, running towards you and picking up the mostly empty bottle of medicine.

“I want to go away,” you mumble, eyes drooping closed.

“No no no, you’re not going anywhere. Stay with me, love. I’ve got you, mommy’s here,” Natasha says as she lifts you into her arms. You groan as she jostles you, but you don’t protest anymore as you slowly drift off.

xxxxx

You hear a steady beeping and whispers as you wake up. You blink your eyes open and see a room packed full of people, all in various states of distress.

“Why would she do that? Why would…” Peter trails off. He has tear tracks down his face and his eyes are red. Tony’s sitting on his left with his arm around Peter.

“I don’t know kid,” he says softly, sniffling a bit.

“I knew she wasn’t okay. I should’ve done more,” Wanda’s eyes are trained on the floor and her face is emotionless as she sits on Peter’s right, gripping his hand tightly.

“You couldn’t have known-” Steve tries to reassure her but she cuts him off, standing up quickly and drawing all attention to her.

“I did know! I could feel how sad she was! What good are these stupid powers if I can’t do a fucking thing to help my best friend? I failed her,” Wanda now has tears streaming down her face and you can feel yourself tearing up.

“I didn’t want your help,” your voice is soft and scratchy, but everyone hears you and all eyes in the room quickly turn to you. “I didn’t want you to know that I was struggling. I didn’t want anyone to know. It’s not your job to take care of me.”

“Yes it is,” your mom says quickly. You try to argue but she raises a hand, causing you to stop. “I know you want to be independent but we’re your family. Of course it’s our job to take care of you. Everyone needs some help sometimes and you have every right to ask for it.”

“I’m not worth it. You don’t need me here,” you say with a shrug, wiping the tears of frustration from your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and stare down at them, refusing to look at your family.

“Yes we do. We all need you here and don’t think for a single fucking second that we don’t,” your moms voice cracks and you finally look up at her, seeing the tears streaming down her face.

“We all need you. Who else is gonna come remind me that sleep is a thing when I’ve been down in the lab for 28 hours straight?” Tony asks with a small smile.

“Yeah! And without you I would’ve flunked Calculus last semester, May would’ve killed me,” Peter says and immediately winces at his choice of words.

“She really would have,” you say, smiling a bit at his attempt to cheer you up.

“We all need you, y/n. You’re my best friend, the person I love most in this world. You’re all I have left, I don't know what I would do without you. You’re the only reason I made it through Pietro’s death. I never thought I’d be okay but you made sure I was. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you,” Wanda sits on your left side, gently taking your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the tears start rolling down your face. You look towards your mom again, hoping if she understands why you did it, she’ll forgive you. “I thought it’d be better for you all if I was gone. I’m just so sad all the time. Nothing I used to like is fun anymore and I just want everything to stop. It’s too much. I kept pushing through, but every reason to keep living just kept going away. You all have someone more important to you than me, so why should I stay? You’d all be okay.”

Your mom lets out a shaky breath as she brushes the hair out of your eyes, resting her hand against your cheek, “love, I would never be okay without you. When I brought you home all those years ago, you changed my life. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, and I’m so sorry I didn’t show you that. I will always be here for you, everyone in this room is always here for you. Please, please tell us next time you need help.”

You’re both sobbing at this point and you throw yourself into her arms, apologizing over and over and begging her to forgive you.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t think anyone would care. I’m sorry,” your words draw tears from everyone in the room.

“I know you didn’t want to hurt us, love. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you some help, okay?” your mom reassures you and you nod, burrowing deeper into her arms. Your whole family watches the interaction silently, wiping tears from their eyes and vowing to never let you feel this alone again.

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Back to the Future

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~1.9k

Warnings: none except fluff and my bad writing bc this is kinda old, btw this is an AU 2017 timeline shhh steve is 33/99 in this hehe

Summary: In which you give Steve the best birthday present possible, with the help of a few genius Avengers and time travel. 

"Hey! It's one of my favorite kickass superheroes!"

"My favorite Baskin Robbins employee!"

Scott squeezed you into one of his signature tight bear hugs. "Hi! It's been a while."

"Two months is pretty long, yeah," you nodded in agreement. "Where's Cassie?"

"She wanted to come, but had to go to a friend's birthday party," he explained. "I can bring her here next time she's free, though."

"Sounds good."

"So, what'd Tony call me over for again?"

You quickly looked around the lounge before lowering your voice to a whisper. "Steve's birthday is today and we wanted to plan a special surprise for him."

"Ooh, surprises? I love surprises!" he said as you sat down at the kitchen counter together, taking a bite out of a chocolate chip cookie. "I'm listening."

"So..." you rested your chin on your hand as you spoke, "we're going to bring his mother back from the 40's..."

"That's amazing! So everyone else is in on this, right?"

"Yeah. I'm having Sam keep Cap out of the compound for at least another hour by making them take a run throughout all of Central Park. We should probably head out now. You got the van, right? And Luis?"

"Yeah, he's waiting outside by the curb. I'll let him know."

"Okay. Meet us in the hangar bay."

Sliding your army green parka, you grabbed your purse and took the elevator down to the giant hangar bay, where the rest of the team had all gathered. Tony was fiddling with the controls panel as Natasha opened the gates, allowing Luis and Scott to park the van inside.

"Aye, wassup, Y/N?" Luis stepped out of the vehicle as Scott prepped it for the time travel, giving you a high-five. "So I hear you're planning a surprise for your boyfriend?"

"Steve's not my boyfriend," you shook your head.

"Yeah? Then what's with all those lingering gazes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

"When are they getting back?" Wanda asked you.

"We have about..." you tapped your watch a few times, "...exactly 52 minutes from now."

"I feel kinda bad," Peter admitted, "I mean, as soon as Cap wakes up we kick him out of the compound to go running and we're acting like we all forgot what today is."

"Don't worry, kiddo, this'll make up for it," Tony reassured him, clasping his shoulder. "I'm sure of it."

"Alright, so here's the plan," you clasped your hands together, "two of you will be sent back to 1935, a year before Sarah Rogers passed away. You'll explain the situation when you arrive and while that's happening, the rest of us will start setting up the party in the lounge. When you're ready, press the buttons on your suits and come back. Capiche?"

"Capiche," everyone replied in unison.

"Great. Who's willing to volunteer?"

"Clint and I can go," Bucky offered, glancing over at the archer for confirmation, and he nodded in response. "I know my way around there very well."

"Alright. Everyone else, you know what to do. Let's get to work."

Both of them being over six feet tall just like Steve himself, and having speedy and nimble limbs, Thor and Loki had the giant banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAP!, the streamers, and balloons up and ready within 15 minutes. Wanda helped you, Natasha, and Peter started laying out all the food on the counter, while Tony, Rhodey, Vision, and Bruce organized the gifts and got the cards ready for you all to sign.

By the time everyone was finished doing their respective jobs, you had roughly twenty minutes before the two men were scheduled to return from their mid-morning run. The elevator doors slid open to reveal Luis and Scott standing there with Clint, Bucky, and a golden-haired woman who had the same piercing eyes as your Steve.

"Hi," she greeted, "I've heard from these two gentlemen here that you are the Avengers. How is Steve doing?"

"He's on a run with Sam," you replied. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Rogers. I'm Y/N."

"You're even lovelier than James described," she smiled warmly, shaking your hand. "And please, call me Sarah."

"I'm really not," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, "But thank you. I can see where he gets his kindness from."

"Oh, you're too sweet. By the way, how old is he turning today? I've lost track of time. I guess that's what age does to you, huh?"

"Well, aside from being frozen and all...33," you returned her smile upon seeing her amazed look, "Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either, even though I'm not much younger than he is."

"My boy really has grown up, hasn't he...Does he treat you well, Miss Y/N?"

"Of course!" you laughed as you set the cake on the dining table. "He's a great leader, and teammate." "I've always pushed him to try and find a lady since he entered high school. From what I’ve learned, you seem like the right one for him," she commented.

"Me? No," you brushed the thought off, "We're just friends."

"I may not have known you for very long, but I saw that little twinkle in your eyes ladies only get when they show interest in someone. And Steve, he's very lucky to have you, you know."

"Mrs—Sarah! We aren't—"

"See, even she agrees!" Bucky pointed over at her. "We've all been trying to push them together from the moment they first joined the Avengers."

"When is he getting back?"

"A little under 15, ma'am," Natasha responded. "That should be enough time for the finishing touches."

It was all chaotic from there; with everyone rushing around and making last-minute changes such as how everything was arranged and all. As soon as you got the text from Sam that they were on their way up, you looked up and immediately told the others, as Tony ordered them all to get in position.

"FRIDAY, turn the lights off," he commanded.

"Yes, sir."

The lights dimmed and turned off, and you, Natasha, and Wanda crouched behind the kitchen counter together, as the others hid behind the dining table or simply stood there when there was no more room left, and Peter curled himself into a small ball underneath. Sarah was standing around the corner, behind the pantry.

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Hello?" Steve called out as he stepped out of the elevator with Sam by his side, looking around all confused. "Tony? Y/N? Nat? Where is everyone?"

"Don't know, man," Sam feigned cluelessness, "Maybe they went out or something."

You felt a pang in your chest upon peeking over slightly and seeing the hurt look briefly flash across his features. Locking eyes with Tony across the kitchen, you gave him a nod that signaled it's go time.

The lights flickered on and everyone jumped out from their hiding spots. "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEVE!"

It took Steve a moment to register what was going on before he reacted, mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the scene before him. "You guys did this all...for me? When? How? And why?"

"Because we wanted to make this year extra special for you, Captain," Peter stated with a wide grin, spreading his arms out. "You deserve it. Happy uh...9..33rd!"

"Oh, wait! Before we get to the cake and all, there's one more thing!" Your face brightened as you spoke. "Sarah? You can come out now."

"Sarah what...Who are you talking about?" His brows furrowed together in confusion. "What are you..."

"Hi, Steve," she stepped around the corner, approaching her son. "Happy birthday."

"Ma?" A look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face, eyes widening slightly. "Are you...is this real?"

"Yes, dear, I'm real," Sarah reassured him. "I'm sorry for missing out on so much...I wish I'd been there to see you grow up to become this man you are now. James made sure to catch me up on all that's happened this century."

Tears began watering in his eyes and he was rendered speechless. "I..."

"Hey hey hey, don't cry, sweetheart," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, patting his back as his body began to tremble slightly from his sobs. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Aw, I'm getting all emotional now," Luis sniffed. "This is too much sentiment for me, man."

Steve pulled away a few moments later, laughing as he wiped away the remaining tears from his face. "I can't believe this."

"It was Y/N's idea!" Peter exclaimed. "You have her to thank, not us. You can thank Wanda and I for the cake, though! But this, was all her idea."

He immediately pulled you into his arms, rocking you from side to side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're the best," he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck, as your arms circled around his torso. "I can't thank you enough. How am I supposed to payback for this?"

"It's fine, there's no need to thank me," you chuckled. "As long as I get to see you happy, that's enough as it is."

...

Sarah agreed to stay for the week so she could make up for lost time with Steve before returning back to her normal timeline. After eating Wanda and Vision's delicious feast of Salisbury steak and potatoes, you got ready for cake and presents, sitting around on the couches in the living room together.

"So, from what James has told me here," Sarah spoke up, "Steve has seemed to taken a liking to someone not long after joining the so-called initiative? He talks about you nonstop when you depart for missions without him, Y/N, and you do as well."

All heads immediately whipped over to face you.

"Oh, ha ha, that..." you chuckled nervously, feeling your face heat up. It didn't help that Steve was sitting right next to you, and could probably see how red your cheeks were. "We're just friends, nothing more. Neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"LIES! LIES!" Pietro shouted. "That's a lie!"

"I'm not gonna deny that, because why lie when the answer's already been made obvious?" Steve shrugged. Everyone's jaws dropped at his statement.

"Okay, the ice cream cake's gonna melt if we keep sitting here and watching the lovebirds," Tony cleared his throat and began lighting up the candles one by one. "Let's do this."

After a quick chorus of 'Happy Birthday' (which was surprisingly good to the point that Wanda videotaped it since she claimed you sounded like a church choir) you were on to cutting the cake.

"I just wanted to ask something really quick. I know it's your birthday and all, but...where's the engagement ring, Cap?" Peter questioned, a mischievous grin on his face. "Are you gonna pop the question?"

"There's an engagement ring?"

"No, Ma, he's joking," Steve chuckled, though his face was now a deep shade of scarlet. "We haven't taken that step yet."

"Yet?" You looked over at him, confused. "So we're dating now, huh? Didn't know that."

"I guess we are," he smiled, holding your gaze for a second longer than normal.

"Well then," Sarah beamed, "you have my approval. I wish you the best of luck in your relationship."

"Hahaha, we will never let you fair Midgardians live this moment down!" Thor boomed, voice muffled by the piece of cake stuffed in his mouth.

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"tell me how you actually feel for once" for starker. Love your writing btw

What You Want

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: Mature (M)  Notes: Thanks a ton, nonnie! I appreciate the compliment. This was a fun one - I hope you enjoy it!  Word Count: ~3.5k Summary: 

Peter’s a little tired of the back and forth with Tony, so he takes their ‘relationship’ into his own hands.

His weird tango with Tony started right after graduation.

It took a few months post-Thanos for everyone to get their shit back together, Peter included. He ran off with Ned and MJ to Europe, only to be duped by someone hell bent on taking Tony Stark and the company his family built down to the ground. Mysterio fucked him up and it took a while to find a way to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. While he did, he stepped away from the Avenger’s completely, ducked his head, and finished out the year to the best of his ability.

Walking into the gym in his cap and gown, Peter was genuinely surprised to see the entire crew sitting in the row next to May. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Thor – even Nat and Bruce were tucked into the small chairs mandated for friends and family. His face broke into a wide grin – it’d been a while since he saw anyone and, in that instant, he knew that his decision to go back to the Avenger’s was the right one.

The row where they were all standing broke into the loudest applause of the day when Peter walked across the stage. Thor, in his ornamental garb stood up and yelled – “Bravo, Master Peter!” It echoed around the gym and caused the rest of the people to clap even louder. Red-faced, he grabbed his diploma from some lady he’d never seen before and finished the walk. Right before he stepped off the stage, he lifted the folder in his hands and let out a whoop.

His eyes caught Tony on the walk back to his seat – his whiskey colored eyes bore into him, a soft smile playing on the older man’s lips. In the few months since their final interaction with Thanos, Tony was the only person he tried to keep in contact with. The ruse of being one of Tony’s interns was going to be a great cover for why he was always with Tony and around the other Avenger’s on a pretty constant basis.

No one knew about his secret identity – and he planned to keep it that way.

Peter took the smile on Tony’s face with him all the way back to his seat – the image of it burnt into his brain. They’d been talking on the phone and over text messages since his final brief with Tony and Happy after the Europe fiasco – it sent a bunch of weird feelings flowing through him, seeing the look on Tony’s face in person. The crush he’d been trying so hard to get rid of was still there, then.

Between the look on Tony’s face and MJ’s parting words, Peter was plenty occupied for the rest of the ceremony. It wasn’t until Michael Parker, his line buddy since elementary school, bumped him in the side that he got to his feet and stood with the rest of his class. Back in the moment, Peter found himself grinning with his full face – he was finally done and able to find himself on a different playing field with the people around him. Peter Parker wasn’t a kid any longer.

After giving MJ and Ned a quick hug, Peter rushed to find May and the rest of the rag tag group of people that were there for him. It wasn’t hard to follow the loud noise of everyone trying to talk at once down the hall and right into the swell of his favorite people. The group hug that followed made his heart burst, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks. Peter didn’t really know much about family – but these people around him felt more like home than anything else on the planet.

Peter got an individual hug from everyone in the group – his face literally on fire by the time he got to Tony; he’d been unable to pull the beaming smile from his cheeks for the past ten minutes. Tony standing in front of him didn’t help, either.

In the few months since their last encounter, Tony let his hair grow out a little, the man not bothering with the dye in it, either. The usually dark locks were streaked through with gray – the salt and pepper look doing too many things for Peter to handle in that moment. He traded the goatee in for a full faced beard that was finely manicured. The wrinkle of his cheek from the beaming smile slipping across his face made Peter’s heart stutter.

Tony looked amazing – better than he remembered.  

There was a brief moment of hesitation when Tony let Peter look his fill. Tony’s wide smile got a little bigger when they finally shared a glance – strong arms were around Peter’s shoulder before he could even think to fill the space between them himself. A soft sigh left Peter’s lips, the solid press of Tony against him the best thing he’d experienced all night. “Hey Tony,” Peter mumbled, his head tucking into Tony’s neck without much thought.

It took them a few extra seconds to pull away – both of them obviously reluctant. Peter smiled when Tony made a bit of distance between them, but kept a hand on his hip, too. The normally colored shades were replaced with clear lens, the brightness of Tony’s eyes shining through them. “Congrats, kid – glad you’re finally done with all this,” Tony said in way of reply to Peter’s greeting. His hand squeezed Peter’s hip while he spoke, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Same – and now that I’m done, you can stop calling me kid. Pete will do.” Peter matched Tony’s grin, a soft chuckle falling from his lips as he did. “Thanks, though – I know all of you guys being here was your thing. It was a great surprise.” He looked over Tony’s shoulder to the group chatting idly with each other. “I definitely get the coolest family award.”

Tony’s hand moved from his hip, the arm slinging over his shoulder instead. Peter gasped at the warmth against his side, being so close to Tony something that still made his head swim. Tony was a little less restrained than usual and Peter was more than willing to soak it the fuck up.

“Sure thing, Pete. Everyone wanted to see you – I think it’s finally sinking in, you coming to officially join the team. I figured celebrating your first step into adulthood was a good way to get everyone together before shit gets real again.” Tony cupped his shoulder tenderly, pulling him closer. “And I missed you. I mean – I couldn’t miss this.”

Whatever Peter planned on saying was interrupted by May pulling both him and Tony into a hug. Ever since finding out that he was Spider-Man and the way Tony fit into all of that, May treated Tony like one of her own whenever she saw him. If anything could make Peter like Tony more, it was that – May’s approval of the good person Tony actually was.

With a final squeeze, Tony pulled away, stepping back into the swell of people around them with a raised eyebrow and a wink. Peter watched him turn and engage Bruce in a conversation, the charmer in him fitting naturally into whatever he and Nat were talking about. Shaking his head, Peter moved his attention back to May, a knowing smile on her face.

“It’s not nearly as weird now that you’re not in school. I can’t tell you why – but, I am less opposed. Just make sure he treats you well.” She looked at him, then turned her head to look over at Tony, who, despite trying not to, was also looking over in their direction. He nodded and tried to smile casually – his jerky transition back into conversation with Bruce probably only noticeable to Peter.

Kissing her on the cheek, Peter turned May towards Thor – her eyes lighting up when the blonde god turned and immediately engaged with her. He could always rely on the churlish brute to charm the pants off anyone sent his way.

----

Peter found Tony by himself a few hours later. They were in the newly refurbished Stark Tower – Tony needed to have a sanctuary in the city and missed the old building – he wrote to Peter about it when Happy enlisted him to move some of the things around the penthouse. Tony was leaning against the railing on the balcony that overlooked the city, an untouched whiskey in his hands. “Mr. Graduate – enjoying your party?” Tony asked, his head turning to meet Peter’s eyes.

He stood close enough to Tony for their shoulders to brush, Peter stopping his hands from roaming by lacing his fingers together in front of him. “It’s the best party I’ve been to, for sure. Thor, Bucky, and Steve chugging beer is something I’ll never forget.” Peter felt Tony’s shoulders shake, the laughing pulling one from his own chest. “It’s nice out here, though – it was getting a little stuffy inside.”

“Glad to hear it, Pete. It feels good to christen the place with something like this. I missed this view more than I care to admit,” Tony replied, the hand with the whiskey in it gesturing towards the city in front of them. “I meant it earlier – when I said I’ve missed you. I tried to play it off, but we both know how well that went.” Tony tossed back the alcohol in his glass, the play of his throat distracting enough to miss the man turning towards him.

Mimicking his posture, Peter turned until he was toe to toe with Tony, his hand grabbing the older man’s arm. “I know. I missed you, too. The space everyone gave me was exactly what I needed. My head is clear for the first time in a while.” He gripped Tony’s elbow and pulled until the older man’s arms were around his shoulders, the hand with the empty glass hanging carelessly. “What does it mean, though? Us missing each other?”

Tony didn’t answer verbally, he simply leaned in and pressed his lips to Peter’s. His lips tasted like the old whiskey in Tony’s glass, smooth and warm. Peter didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to Tony’s curious tongue. In his exploration, Peter gave as good as he got, their tongues tangled and fought playfully for dominance. It didn’t really answer anything, but who was he to complain? Pulling away, Peter let his chest heave before attempting to press back in for more.

“Hey, wait,” Tony murmured, his free hand moving to cup Peter’s cheek. There was an odd look in his eyes, then they were trailing over his shoulder to the open glass that separated them from the rest of the people gathered in the penthouse – there to celebrate him. “We should probably head back inside – do this when there isn’t an audience.” There was a second of hesitation, then he leaned in and gave Peter another chaste kiss.

“I think we try and figure out what it means together, Pete.” Tony finally answered Peter’s question, as if the kiss wasn’t enough. And the words were just as frustrating as the man pulling away from him. There wasn’t anything holding them back – Peter didn’t quite understand the hesitation.

The door to the balcony ended up opening a few moments later, Tony raising his brow at him – the subtle ‘I told you so’ not nearly as stealth as he was aiming for it to be. They broke away from each other enough for Steve to fit in the space between them, his arms wrapping around their shoulders and pulling them close. “Feels good for the team to finally be complete,” Steve said, his words a little slurred together from the massive quantity of alcohol he’d consumed.

It took a few minutes for Peter to extract himself from Cap’s tight grip and make a quick exit back into the house, his head swimming with tons of emotions he couldn’t quite process. On top of finally marking off something that changed his status within society, Peter was getting his all access pass to the Avengers – and from the looks of it, a nice look at what being with Tony Stark might be like.

For the first time since Tony pulled his lips away and did the responsible thing, Peter felt grateful. He needed to take a little while to put things in order – starting with his very drunk aunt. Peter helped her to the spare room Tony showed them earlier, her small body following his lead willingly. She gave him a tight hug and collapsed into instantaneous sleep when her body hit the mattress.

He decided he wanted to change out of the stuffy clothes he’d been in all day and made a brief pit-stop in the room he’d be staying in for “as long as he wanted”. Tony looked at him a second longer than necessary when he said that. Peter let himself pull some of the stuff in his bag he put together earlier that day out and into the drawers, the idea of getting to be there for as long as he wanted too good to be true.

In a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, Peter wandered back into the common room where most of the group was still gathered around. All lot of them were drunk, or quickly on their way to being so, but Peter didn’t mind – he always enjoyed watching people making a fool out of themselves when at parties before. Stretching out on one of the empty couches, Peter relaxed and let the sound of his chosen family lull him to sleep.

The sensation of being picked up pulled him out of the delightful dream he’d been having. He tried to keep his eyes closed and fall back into it, but his body wasn’t having it. Blinking his eyes open, he felt himself smile when he saw Tony cradling him to his chest, Peter’s head on his shoulder. Though Peter was much stronger, Tony carried him like he weighed nothing, the ease in which he handled him making his heart race.

Peter clung to his strong shoulders until Tony was kneeling on his bed and depositing him onto the mattress. The arms around him squeezed briefly, then pulled away – the ghost of Tony’s aftershave sitting in Peter’s nose, intoxicating him with every pull of air into his lungs. “You can stay if you want,” Peter babbled sleepily, his eyes already closing as he snuggled into the covers Tony pulled back for him.

Soft lips on his forehead made him smile, the huff of Tony’s breath against his skin spreading all over him like wildfire. He leaned into the touch, his lazy hands trying without much success to pull Tony towards him and keep him there. “I don’t mind.”

Tony pressed another kiss to his cheek, then pulled completely away, his voice sounding very distant the next time Peter heard it. “I’ll take you up on that some other time. You should get some rest.” He let out a barely audible sigh. Peter felt a hand on his ankle through the blanket, then another soft breath. “See you tomorrow, Pete.”

Unable to cling to wakefulness any longer, Peter let the swell of sleep take him under, the smell of vanilla and bourbon fueling his dreams for the rest of the night.

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They danced around each other for the next few weeks. Peter stayed with Tony until he decided he wanted to make the official move to the Avenger’s compound. It was time to get into some semblance of a normal routine. 

Steve and Nat put together a training protocol and a schedule for patrols and surveillance. Since a lot of his skills were better capitalized in the labs, Tony claimed his talents and spent time showing him the ropes of his and Bruce’s labs and all of the things they were trying to accomplish within them.

On patrols, they were separated into trios, Peter lucky enough to have two people who were just as excited to work with him as he was with them – he usually went out with Tony and Bruce to try out some of the new adjustments or pieces of tech they were fiddling with in the lab. 

There weren’t any major threats knocking on their door, so they took the time to work with everyone and customize an optimal arsenal of tech and weapons to maximize skill turnover. The new sling-ring they made for Stephen when he joined them at the compound was one of his favorite pieces of work to date.

In a lot of ways, Peter was settling in nicely. There wasn’t a single person that doubted his skill, which was a nice turn of events after being Underoos – at least they recognized his contribution to the team. Everyone was accommodating and went out of their way to show Peter the ropes, offer up suggestions, and stand in as combat partners during training. The sense of family only grew the more time he spent with everyone.

Tony Stark posed a different issue, however. They were constantly working with each other, which brought them even closer than ever. Peter understood the way Tony’s brain worked and could hand him tools before he asked for them – it became a sort of game the longer they spent in the lab together. Peter couldn’t pinpoint what was happening, but his chest got a little tighter with want and need every single day.

He wanted to pull Tony aside and ask him why they didn’t capitalize on the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. A part of him felt so impatient to have work roughened hands on him, pulling his clothes off, touching his hidden depths – it took everything in him to keep control over the emotions that were very quickly bubbling over. The rational side of him knew that Tony was giving him time and space to grow and fit within the group in his own way. He could tell that it was important for Peter to have his own place not just in the team, but in the adult world, too.

Peter wasn’t patient enough to see it all play out, in the end. After a particularly close call during their latest patrol, Peter pulled Tony into his room when they finally found themselves back in their quarters. His hands were rough on Tony’s upper arms, the grip probably going to leave bruises by the end of whatever this ended up being. Pressing Tony up against the door, Peter leaned his head against the older man’s chest – a harsh breath leaving his lungs.

“Tell me how you actually feel for once.” Peter demanded, his head lifting to catch Tony’s eyes. “The idea of not getting to you fast enough earlier made me want to throw things – I couldn’t imagine losing you, not after all this.” His hands moved from Tony’s arms to his hips, his fingers digging in enough to pull them flush against each other. “If I’m reading this wrong, tell me – but I can’t stand this little bit of distance you’ve put between us. You’re killing me, Tones.”

Arms wrapping around his shoulders, much like the first time, was Tony’s first response, the cut on his cheek crinkling as a soft smile slid across his face. “Peter – I’ve been letting you get your feet under you. I didn’t want to swoop in and tell you how much I love you before you found a place that was your own. This team is counting on me and you,” Tony remarked, one of his hands pressing into Peter’s chest. “You feeling comfortable is the most important thing.”

Shaking his head, Peter closed the gap and kissed Tony’s lips. The soft gasp he couldn’t hold back gave Tony the perfect opportunity to press his tongue against the seam of Peter’s open lips – he wasn’t shy about pressing forward and deepening the kiss. Peter flattened his hands, his arms wrapping around Tony’s hips until his palms rested over the pertness of Tony’s ass cheeks. Using his grip, he pulled until they were even closer together.

Peter broke away and caught Tony’s eye, mischief obvious in the honey-hazel of it. “I’m comfortable. Will you fuck me now? Or do I need to spell it out for you?” Peter threw Tony a wink and stepped back, his hands moving to pull his shirt over his head and remove the sweatpants from his hips.

Tony’s tongue slipped out to coat his lips, a wicked grin on his face. “I read you loud and clear, Pete,” he whispered, his hands tugging off his own t-shirt. “You should get on the bed so we can make up for all that lost time.”

[just-things-things]

Hey! I LOVE THE IDEA OF INVISIBLE PETER PARKER!!! PLS PLS PLS WRITE SOMETHING! I LOVE READING YOUR WORK! (also, I hope you're safe and healthy in the quarantine)

Hello, love, I am doing alright in quarantine, and I hope you are too, including anyone who sees this! Stay safe, people, oh, AND WEAR YOUR MASKS!!! Also, thank you for the ask, I will do my best to meet your expectations! :)

So, with Invisible! Peter Parker you have two options. (I’m sure there’s more, don’t come at me) But obviously we have Peter being able to turn invisible after his spider bite. The second one would him having a lab incident and causing temporary invisibility. Basically, in this post I’m going over both options cause why not:

Peter Parker becoming invisible In a Lab Accident Au:

Btw, to me, this is more of a crack idea, but it's still really fun to think about, also it includes Harley, so bonus points:

The accident happens of course when Tony isn't there. Harley and Peter are in the lab, probably touching things they wouldn't be aloud to touch if Tony were there, but Mr. Stark's on a very important buisness trip.

Basically how it goes is they're both there, something spills, and then the next moment Peter's gone. Harley can still hear him AND he can still feel when Peter touches him.

Peter's immediate response is to call Mr. Stark, but Harley, being the little shit that he is, claims that it would just be an inconvenience for Tony to have to come all the way home when the effects might where off in an hour or so.

Long story short, the effects don't wear off in an hour, so Harley's next big idea is to prank the remaining workers and Avengers in the Compound. Peter agrees, easily. (They're two reckless teenagers, what do you expect?)

So, Harley goes bursting into the common room, invisible Peter in tow, complaining about there being a ghost at the Compound. The Avengers are not impressed.

Instead, Harley claims he can now lift things with his mind. And this leads to Peter following behind Harley all day and just picking random things up.

It works ever better because Peter can lift up to 10 tons, so the Avengers just go around asking Harley to lift cars and fridges and whatnot.

The day before Tony gets back, everyone finds out Peter was turned invisible after the boy accidentally walked in on Steve and Bucky ✨ passionately ✨ making out on the couch when they thought no one was home.

(To lesson it up the two men were broken apart by the sounds of a sixteen-year old screaming like a girl)

And because the Avengers are now in on the fun and games, they decide one last prank on Tony couldn't do any harm.

So, when Tony gets back the next day and as he goes for his cup of coffee, Peter has the great idea to just say 'boo.' That's all, nothing harmful.

What Peter doesn't expect is for Tony to throw his hot-steaming coffee at the invisible boy.

Tony's freaking out because there's just floating coffee splatters in the air and Peter's screaming because his t-shirt is soaked with a hot liquid. It hurts, ok?

Tony doesn't stop screaming until Harley explains that it was a joke and he's like, "My heart can not take your bullshit, Keener."

Harley then has to explain that Peter's the one invisible and that just leads Tony into more a fit by trying to find a cure for the boy.

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Ok that was kind of a rush, but it was also just a crazy idea I had planned in my head and I just wanted to get it out there. The next part is Peter becoming invisible after the Spider bite and a legitimate short story! Please enjoy!

First, before we get into the story, imagine Peter turning invisible after the spider bite and him not knowing what to do as he watches May and the police frantically trying to find him because he’s labeled as “missing.”

On to the story:

Peter's been watching Mr. Stark and the rest of the team run around the quinjet for the last forty minutes. They were supposed to be inflintrating a Hydra base by now, but after Clint and Natasha went in a half a hour ago and went radio silent, the Avengers have been freaking out.

Their two spies were supposed to be in and out, place the bomb, give a warning through the coms and leave and escape on the plane. Obviously their plan backfired, and now Peter's sitting and playing with the thread of string coming from the bench he's on.

He's not worried, he can still hear the two's heartbeat within the building. Actually, at the moment, his only job is to focus on his teammate's breathing, but for a second his mind slips and picks up the remaining Avengers in the background, "We aren't getting in Rogers, that is a secured building that Romanoff couldn't get in! They were caught, unless you can turn invisible, then we're at a lost cause!"

Peter rolls his eyes, the only thing this leads to is each Avenger trying to out-yell the other while Bruce tries not to Hulk-out. But then he's lost his teammates heartbeats, and all he can hear is the others screaming. Focus. He's trained for this. Hell, he's locked himself in a room with screaming robots and focused soley on Tony's heartbeat three floors down. This shouldn't be hard.

And Peter thinks he can hear Clint's again, the rhythmic beat of only his heart. Ba-dum-thump, ba-dum-thump. It's there, he almost has Natasha's now. Sooooo close, he thinks. Then something crashes to the floor and it's all gone.

He glares at the Avengers, there's no point, they don't see it. And then, in a last moment of thought, an idea pops into his head. The words replay in his head, "something something, invisible." Correction, the words sort of replay in his head. And then he's smiling because it reminds him of that one John Mulaney episode andddddd he's getting off track.

Peter takes a jump from his seat and points at Tony, the man pauses and raises an eyebrow, "Pete, what're you doing, I thought I told you to-"

"I know!" He grins, "What did you say earlier?"

The adult's stare at him, "What?"

Peter takes another step forward, catching Bruce's eyes from the corner of the jet, "You said, 'something, something, invisible!'"

Mr. Stark nods, "Kid, that was five minutes ago. What are you talking about?"

Peter blinks, "Oh," bounding closer to the group, he surprises them with his high tone, "Doesn't matter, look!" And the boy raises his hand, the group quizzically stares until they watch his hand disappear.

Bruce is the first one to say something as he steps out from his chair, "How are you doing that?" Peter let's his hand become visible as Bruce takes it in his reach, examining it like it's some kind of relic. Mr. Stark's mouth is wide open. Peter wishes he had a camera.

"I can sneak into the building and rescue Nat and Mr. Barton! That way, I won't get caught, cause I'm invisible! Literally!"

They all stare at him, "Remember, you said 'something, soemthing-' oh! You said, 'unless you can turn invisible-'" Peter does finger quotes as he restates Tony words, getting lost in his little rant, he jumps when Tony grabs his shoulders.

The man bends a bit to get eye level with him, which to be honest, isn't very far, but that's alright, "Since when can you turn invisible?"

Peter shrugs, "Since I got bit by the spider-"

Sam interrupts him, "Wait you actually got bit by a spider? That's how you got your powers?"

He nods, but Tony's waving a hand to silence the other man, Peter continues his story, "But, yeah. I got bit and just disappeared." He laughed, "Looking back on it, I went missing for like two days technically. I wonder if it's on my record."

Mr. Stark looks flabbergasted, oh to have a camera right now, "You- you're worried about your record?"

"Well, yeah, that's kind of important, I think. I mean, it's not like I did anything wrong-"

"Kid, kid, stop. Why didn't you tell us?" Tony looks concerned now. It's not like he was hiding anything.

The boy shrugs and grins at them, "I didn't think it was important." The group in general makes various noises of disapproval. "What! It wasn't!"

"Well," Mr. Stark grabs the boy's shoulder and spins him towards the jet's door, "How do you feel about getting a bit more engaged in this mission?" Peter grins, he's definitely ready.

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Hehe, I'm sorry this is so short.... I really hope you like it though, the ask box is always open if you want more! I would love some feedback as well!

@unofficial-spiderman

[mysteryartisticwriter]

What’s Stopping You? // Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Oh look, an update or whatever. My procrastinating ass still hasn’t even finished the ones that were requested lmao. I’ll see what I can do tbh. But for now, have this.

Also, Peter and the reader will be 18 years old since Harley is 21 in Endgame because the reader needed to be legal so that Harley doesn’t really look like a pedo lmao

Reader - 18 years old

Peter - 18 years old

Harley - 21 years old

ENDGAME: TONY STARK LIVES AU

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BTW (FOR NOW)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Cussing and a jealous Peter Parker ;))

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

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You remember meeting Harley in 2013 after your dad, Tony Stark, introduced the two of you. You didn’t have many friends at the time and you dad thought you and Harley would have worked out perfectly.

And you both did. Now, 2023 and the whole Thanos and snap thing had ended, everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, mostly.

When you came back and came to the battle against Thanos’ army, it was a lot to take in all at once. But once the battle was over, everyone was able to relax once more.

Natasha had been lost getting the soul stone with Clint, but a funeral had been made after the battle in her honor. You had loved Nat, she was practically your Aunt and when you first met her, you gave her the name of ‘Auntie Natie’. She loved it and thought of you as the child she could never had. You missed her dearly but without her sacrifice, the remaining Avengers wouldn’t have defeated Thanos.

Bruce, now known as Professor Hulk, had lost his right arm bringing everyone back. But you were forever grateful to him. Clint was now reunited with his snapped away family, but still distraught after losing his best friend. Steve had decided to go back and live the life Tony recommended him, being with Peggy. You supported him with his choice, but you knew Bucky and Sam would miss the old Captain America. Thor went with the Guardians to space and left ‘New Asgard’ in the hands of the new ruler, the Valkryie.

And your father, the famous Iron Man, Tony Stark had defeated Thanos by using the stones and snapping away him and his army. Luckily, he had survived but suffered the same fate as Bruce, losing his right arm. You’d rather have an armless father than none at all. He was extremely lucky but nonetheless, you were just happy to see him.

You and Peter Parker, known as Spiderman and your best friend since you met him in the first year at Midtown High as sophmores, were one of the people snapped away five years ago and now you were back as well as everyone else who was snapped.

Which comes to now, it was now a couple of weeks since then and Nat’s funeral, and your father was getting better, you met your little half sister Morgan (who you immediately fell in love with) and went to start college with Peter, Ned and MJ.

You and Peter had come back from checking out a few colleges that you might go to.

“Dad! Mom! I’m home!” You called out, throwing your keys on the table next to the front door.

“And I am also here!” Peter yelled after you, causing you both to laugh.

“(Y/n)!” You heard a little voice squeal out.

A grin formed onto your face as you kneeled and spread your arms for your little sister to jump into them. You spun Morgan around before attacking her with kisses on her cheeks and forehead.

Peter watched in admiration at the love you and your sister showed. It had only been a couple weeks and you were already wrapped around little Morgoona’s finger. He was too, but he could never match the love you two had.

Peter sighed internally, he’s been wanting to tell you how he felt since the moment you were being dusted away before him. How he urned to hold you in his arms too and kiss you. But you had been friends for four years, how could Peter ruin all of that just from his feelings? So he kept them all to himself.

“How’s my little gumball doing?” You asked Morgan after setting her down.

“Harley’s here! Harley’s here!” Morgan replied, jumping up and down in excitement.

Your grin only grew as you heard the name of your old best friend.

“Harley? Really? Then lead the way!” Morgan grabbed onto your hand and led you towards the couches, leaving a pouting Peter in the doorway.

Once you and Morgan got into the living room, you saw your dad, mom and a familiar brown/blond haired tall boy sitting on the couches facing away from you.

“Harley!” You said, joyfully.

Almost immediately, the said boy turned towards you and a smile broke out on his face.

“(Y/n) oh my god!” You then were tackled into a large bear hug by the boy.

Just then, Peter had walked into the room to see you hugging a random boy he hadn’t seen before. Jealousy bubbled in his chest as he saw the boy hold you, just like how Peter wanted to hold you in his arms.

Tony and Pepper saw the look on Peter’s face when he came in and smirked to each other. They knew the feelings he had for their daughter, although Tony was hesitant to agree to it, he realized Peter had the same look he himself had before he started to date Pepper.

Finally, you and Harley broke apart from the hug and smiled to each other.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” You said to him.

“You do realize it’s only been like two weeks, right?” You both broke out into laughter before you noticed your other best friend standing a few meters away from you two.

“Oh right! Peter, this is my old best friend, Harley! You remember him from Nat’s...funeral, right?” You were a bit hesitant to mention your Auntie’s funeral but Harley grabbed your hand in comfort when he heard your words grow soft.

Peter was not happy with this action but put on a face smile and held his hand out to Harley.

“Yeah...I remember you. I’m Peter Parker, (Y/n)’s best friend.” The brunette introduced, putting an emphasis on ‘best’.

Harley shook Peter’s hand and said:

“Harley Kenner, I am also (Y/n)’s best friend.” A few seconds of awkward silence went by before you broke it.

“Well...I don’t meant to be rude but, Harley, why are you here? I thought you went back home a while back?” You questioned.

Harley let go of Peter’s hand and turned to you.

“I did but I decided to come back for a couple weeks to help out with Tony. Besides, I couldn’t leave my best friend behind, could I?” Replied Harley, smirking in a casual way.

“Harley will be staying with us for a while until he can go back. But why don’t you guys talk while Tony and I make dinner.” Pepper cut in, getting up from the sofa and helping Tony.

“Can I go play outside?” Morgan asked, pointing to the play fort she made.

“Alright but be careful, don’t go any deeper into the woods.” Tony said. Morgan nodded.

“Can you come play with me, sissy?” The little girl asked.

“Okay but only for a little while.” Soon, you and Morgan were out the door, giggling.

It was just Tony, Harley and Peter in the living room and Peter still seemed to have the fake smile on his face but the ex-Avenger could see right through it.

“I’m gonna go help Pepper. Play nice boys, we just cleaned these floors.” Then Tony left to the kitchen, leaving the two boys in the room.

It was an awkward few minutes of nothing before Peter finally spoke up.

“Soooo....when did you meet (Y/n)?” The spiderboy questioned.

“When I was ten so maybe around 2013? But Tony was the one who introduced us, saying we would get along very well. Since I don’t live here, (Y/n) and I usually just call or text a lot.” Harley laughed at the memory.

“Yeah...Tony said that about me and (Y/n) too. But I met her in my sophomore year.” Peter’s jealousy only grew.

‘Okay so what if he’s known her longer? He lives in somewhere away from here so I shouldn’t worry about that, right??’ Peter thought to himself.

“Alright let’s cut to the chase. I saw the way you looked towards (N/n). You like her, don’t you?” Harley smirked at Peter’s shocked expression.

“W-well...I-I wouldn’t say I-I liked her....b-but she is very pretty and kind and smart...” Peter rambled on about his best friend and crush, making Harley’s smirk deepen.

“Aww...you don’t like her. You LOVE her. That’s adorable.” Harley almost laughed out loud when he saw the red face of Peter Parker.

“W-well what about you? Do you like (Y/n)?” Peter asked but dreaded the answer he didn’t want to hear.

Instead, a low chuckle escaped from the blond boy’s mouth.

“Nope. (Y/n) is my best friend, practically my sister so that would never work out. I love her, just not the way you do.” Harley’s words comforted Peter as he let out a sigh of relief out loud.

“Oh thank god-“

“But dude, you get jealous so easily that I can’t believe you two aren’t even together yet!” Harley exclaimed.

Peter almost faced palmed.

“Is it really that obvious?” Questioned Peter.

“Duh, I saw it, Tony saw it, Pepper saw it. Hell, I think even Morgan saw it!” The boys shared a laugh as Peter became less tense from Harley.

“I would have already asked her out by now but...so much has happened in the past month that it’s hard to find a good time to do so.” Peter said as he looked out the window to see you and Morgan play fighting.

You as the evil dragon and Morgan as the knight. It was an adorable sight and Peter found his eyes on you, your (h/c) hair seemed to glow more today and your (s/c) was smooth as a baby’s bottom. And most importantly, your bright and genuine smile was the cherry on top of your beauty. Peter Parker loved you. He just wished he could say it.

Harley looked to where Peter’s eyes were and saw the same sight that Peter was seeing, only he looked into Peter’s eyes and saw love, admiration and happiness.

“Well today might be a good time.” Harley said, interrupting the hero’s thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at her, she’s happy, not really busy and there’s no battle happening right now is there?” Peter shook his head. “Then what’s stopping you right now?”

Peter looked at Harley then back to you. He was right, today would be a good time because there was nothing happening at the moment (besides you playing with Morgan). Peter took a deep breath and smiled as confidently as he could.

“You’re right.” Peter felt a hand go on his shoulder and saw Harley giving him a comforting grin.

“Go get her, Peter.”

...

...

...

“Also if you hurt her, I’ll shoot you with my potato gun.”

“Wait what?”

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A/N: Lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my stories!

[amelanda]

as we all know from this wonderful post, peter is very excited about meeting bruce banner. one day he comes up with idea that it would be cool for bruce to go to his school since the physics teacher is basically in love with him and that’s why every student knows what an amazing scientist bruce is. bruce was cautios at first, but then after talking about it with thor, he realises that it’s actually a good idea. why not? why not to make a lesson on new scientific projects of other scientists? especially since thor agreed to go with him because being in a crowd is tiring and he needs emotional support. so here are some headcanons about the day when bruce banner went to peter’s school and everybody just lost it

‘dr. banner???? i wrote an essay on your study last year! got a C but still!!’

‘dr. banner, wow, to be honest i’m not really into science but it’s cool to see someone whose portrait is on our classroom!’

‘YOU’RE DR. ROBERT BRUCE BANNER BORN ON DECEMBER 18 1969 YOU HAVE 7 PHDS THE FIRST ONE IS IN PHYSICS THE SECOND - OH SORRY I’M SO AWKWARD YOU KNOW YOUR PHDS CAN I TAKE A SELFIE WITH YOU?’

students are also super excited to meet thor (thor and bruce are a couple and everybody knows that) and he takes selfies with them too but he does everything to show students that he is here only because bruce is here for the lesson and he does everything he can to make students pay attention to bruce only

peter and ned cannot handle their excitement, they want to go to bruce and talk to him and hug him but they know they can’t tell anybody it was them who invited bruce. only their teacher knows it.

the teacher, who deserves a credit for that bruce banner obsession going on in this school, is so excited there are no words for it. she forgot how to speak in front of him, because that is her scientific idol right there and although she has her speech prepared, she’s just excited as a fan. ‘i can’t believe i’m seeing you right now! your work on antielectron collisions is unparalleled and i have so many questions!’.

bruce is... undecided what to feel about that much of attention because he never recieved one. there were scientific conferences and everything, but nobody treated him like an idol. everybody only cared about the hulk, but right now everybody cares about his scientific projects only and that’s unusual. 

btw, the teacher also deserves a credit for making sure nobody would bring the hulk into the conversations with bruce. everybody knows now that bruce banner and hulk are okay and they are not enemies anymore, but still, bruce is here as a scientist so please respect that. 

when bruce finally sees his portrait on that wall he’s speechless. thor thinks he might cry right now. he doesn’t really know all the scientists on the wall, but he understands the meaning behind it, on asgard they too had pictures in schools of the most significant science\history\culture personalities.

peter and ned, who are in the class already (of course they are), are the only one besides thor and the teacher to witness bruce’s reaction to this portrait. ned whispers to peter ‘that’s the coolest thing i have ever seen. it’s like we see einstein recognising that he is a part of a history now’, peter agrees ‘yeah. and that’s bruce banner. we are the luckiest’

the ring bells and everybody is in classroom. thor and the teacher are in the back row. everybody’s looking at bruce with wide eyes

‘hello everybody! i am bruce banner, maybe you have heard about me, if you haven’t, that’s alright. i am a - a scientist. i specialize in nuclear physics, particle physics, health physics, biochemistry, mechanical engineering, material sciences, medicine’. bruce didn’t felt quite good telling that because it looked like bragging, but after he told that students all went ‘wow...’. bruce continued ‘before we start, maybe some of you have questions? that would be easier for everybody’

bruce planned that he would tell students about current situation in science, like new projects, new scientists, new discoveries, because he doesn’t really like praising himself in front of people, but since he proposed to ask him questions, everybody was raising their hands. and so the lesson transformed into a q&a session.

‘i mean i am amazed that you have 7 phds, but how did you decide that you need 7 phds?’

‘why don’t you have a nobel prize?’

‘what are you working on right now?’

‘can you create a time machine?’

‘how all of that information is in your brain?’

‘who is your favourite scientist in real life and in movies\books?’ 

‘do you sleep at all?’ thor answers that for bruce by shouting ‘NO’

and so many more

finally, peter asks ‘what does it feel like to be alongside marie sklodowska curie and einstein?’ and when he sees the confused look he explains ‘i mean, your picture is next to them, that means something, right? like you are their colleague and successor’. bruce open his mouth but the bell rings. the students have never been more upset about the end of the lesson

when everyone is out of classroom, peter goes to bruce and says ‘mr. banner, thank you so so so much for this lesson today, it’s so cool that now everybody truly knows how great of a scientist and a person you are’. bruce smiles softly and says ‘peter, i should thank you. i am… truly flattered’. peter goes to the door, but turns when he hears bruce’s voice ‘and peter? call me bruce’. peter’s eyes gone wild, he opens his mouth in schock and he says ‘o-o-okay, m-m-mr. banner. oh, bruce. yeah, bruce’. bruce nods and the next thing he hears is peter shouting ‘ned!! ned!’. 

the teacher suggests that if bruce is tired (he is tired as hell) then he can stay in the classroom with thor since it’s a break in classes and no one will go there. and she has to go on little teacher council. bruce left his number so she can call him when she’s free and tell him when she can get a drink with him and discuss everything she wants.

when they’re finally alone, bruce sighs in relief. that was great, but it was so tiring. he’s not used to that. 

thor comforts him and asks if he’s okay and bruce knows that he’s okay, he’s actually great since everybody appreciate his works, but it just feels weird.  ‘i - i just.. i can’t believe that i’m on the wall alongside marie sklodowska curie, einstein, nicola tesla, lise meither… they are such big figures in science and that’s to say the least of it, they are… i mean that’s a great condifence boost but - ’

thor says to him that he deserves to be among those figures because he’s the most renowned scientist of the generation and his ideas actually help people

when they are on their way home, bruce says that one of the reasons he feels such happiness right now is because when he was talking to students he felt like a part of scientific community again. with the hulk and everything else, he had to stay away from big projects which include many people because he was always afraid of hulking out. and he misses those days when he could go to conferences and talk to scientists and be a part of the big team. 

thor asks him if he wants to do all of this again and bruce is not sure but he says ‘maybe’

but even this ‘maybe’ is enough for him to be happy because he never even dreamed about going back to scientific community. after the incident he was always alone, then there was tony and shuri with him, but that’s all. and he wants to do big projects

when they’re home, bruce is silent. thor doensn’t bother him, it was a really busy day for bruce. when they’re having dinner, bruce finally speaks up ‘you know, i think i now understand what i feel. i feel appreciated. i have finally saw the impact of my works in person, it’s not just number and results, i just saw how actual people react to me, students! and that’s - that’s just makes me so happy. and it brings so much more sense to what i’m doing. i still have to process lots of things, but right now i just feel happiness’

since then bruce can sometimes show up in peter’s school to conduct a lesson or two. real lessons, not interviews. and he loves it. 

he loves peter and ned very much and always helps them in their projects. peter and ned are allowed to go to his lab and ohmygod they can’t believe it. ned can call bruce by his name too.

thor loves peter and ned very much too, they are friends

everything is just amazing. thor has only one thing to complain about - since that day, it is even harder to make bruce go to bed

but everything else is just perfect

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Name Change Nerves (Part 1)

PART 1

So this is a Spideyson fanfic about him being biologically a Stark and coming out to the world, I hope you enjoy.

Peter is flamboyant and gay in this fic BTW.

It is such a small change when you really think about it, but this will affect Peters life forever. The problem is it isn't even anything that needs legal action, this has always been his name just nobody outside his family knew about it. You see, Peter has been known to the outside world as Peter Parker for his whole life. Everyone was under the illusion that his last name was Parker, that just is not the case. Peter Anthony Parker Stark is his legal birth given name, and that makes him the child to one of the richest and most influential people in America.  

He knows deep down that once this is out he will still be the same person, however, the idea that he could change his mind screaming at him in self-doubt and anxiety-ridden dreams. This is the secret worry he has been hiding from his family as soon as they told him when he turned 18, he would have to tell the world who he truly is. This isn't something they all want to do, if Peter could live his life out of the spotlight Tony would give anything to do that for his kid, but when that kid is inheriting a multi-billion dollar company and is the Queens vigilantly Spider-Man it is impossible to achieve.

Peter woke up at 6 am on Monday morning on his first day back at school, although he never wakes up early normally, Peter was excited because this was the year he was going to be himself fully. Peter stood up and turned off his alarm before making his bed again, he walked over to his ensuite bathroom to have a shower and facemask before getting dressed. As he stood in his walk-in wardrobe he picked out items to create his look, his Dad told him that since in a few months time it will be confirmed that he is a Stark he might as well dress, act, and look like one to spice things up in the media. Tony was very excited about the news talking about this new rich kid on the block and the speculations on their relations. So keeping that in mind Peter looked at himself in the body length mirror, he was wearing 6inch wedges in black with black skinny jeans. He has a Gucci belt and a science pun polo tucked in a french tuck, over the top he had a grey denim jacket over the top covered in patches on the back and on the front one that said "Gay-ish", he had a Sekonda black and navy blue watch on and a single piercing in his left lobe. He felt amazing, now to go to school and be self-conscious secretly all day. 

"Petey come down here and have your breakfast" he heard his Mom call from down the corridor.  He grabbed his pre-packed bag and walked out of his room and down the long hallway filled with half of his household family's rooms, stepping into the living room he smiled as he watched his crazy family getting ready for breakfast. Steve and Bucky had just gotten back from their morning run and now we’re sitting on the sofa with a bowl of cereal each, clint was sat in his nest (on top of the bookshelf in the corner of the room) he had a chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth and was cleaning his bow watching everything happening in the room. Sam and Pietro were sat on the sofa by the windows chatting and eating popcorn, Thor had been rummaging through cupboards looking for his pop tarts and Loki was seen putting 5 boxes of pop tarts under the sofa. Natasha and Wanda were having a long discussion with Bruce on the island waiting for their breakfast to be ready, Tony and Pepper were stood together over the hob making sausage, bacon and eggs for the people who wanted it. Peter was smiling widely to himself, he loves seeing his family together like this, especially since it wasn’t an everyday occurrence. 

“Hi everyone!” Peter beamed, he waved to everyone as he placed his backpack next to the lift for when he leaves. He walked over to the island and pulled out his chair sitting down. Tony turned around with a pan full of bacon and placed a lot onto the plate in front of Peter.

“Hey Kid, what car do you want to take to school today. You’ve got the entire garage as an option from now on.” Tony asked Peter turning to the other to place the rest of the bacon on the respective plates. Pepper was doing the same with the eggs and sausages smiling at her husband and son decided which car they were taking.

“I saw you have the Lamborghini Veneno in the back that you haven’t used much, do you think we could take that? It is really cool!” Peter smiles at his father continuing to eat his meal.

“Sure thing kid, I’ll drive you in today.” Tony ruffles Peters’s hair and went back to his food. Today was going to be full of changes and people staring so they might as well have some fun with it.

Time Skip To When They Are Pulling Up To School

Also, this is the car they are in if you want to know.



As Tony got closer and closer to the school grounds Peters confidence was slowly deteriorating, this morning he had told himself that he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks but now he is almost there, he just wants to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. This shift in mood was noticed straight away by Tony, Peter had stopped ranting about nothingness and was staring out the window only talking to respond to a question.

“Hey Peter, you’re going to be fine, you know that right? Ted and MJ will be there with you and I’m just one button away. It’s fine to be nervous, hell I’d be more worried if you weren’t.” Tony’s voice was soothing but also playfully joked to try and lighten his son’s spirits, he placed a hand on Peters’s knee squeezing slightly before taking it way to continue driving. 

“Thanks, dad. I know I’ll be fine I’m just nervous, I promise to call you if anything happens.” He turned towards Tony smiling and reached down to grab his backpack from next to his feet, they were just turning into the car parking area outside the front gates, Tony insisted earlier to drop him off right outside because as he puts it, “You might break your ankles wearing those shoes.” As they pulled up everyone around them turned to look at the expensive and unknown car, many even had taken their phone out to record and take photos. Luckily the windows were heavily tinted so nobody will be able to see or recognise Tony, Peter turned and gave his dad a big hug and said bye and that he loved him before opening up the passenger side door and stepping out.

When Peter got out he made sure not to look at anyone right away, he turned around and gave a small wave to Tony and shut the door waiting for him to drive off. Once Tony left he saw how many people were watching him, he stood up straight and kept his head up. Some advice Natasha came to mind and when he turned around to go inside he decided to follow it and it worked, Natasha told him if he is ever feeling nervous but all eyes are on him and he wants to look strong to think about killing or hurting the person you want to keep your head straight and don’t make eye contact. This makes everyone separate and not get in your way and makes you look very confident in yourself even if your not. So as Peter walked past everyone he thought about every single criminal he has stopped and the ones he will and strutted down the corridor, everyone was staring at him but he was too focused to care. He walked over to where his locker was and saw Ned standing there waiting for him, his face softened intently at the sight of his best friend. Once they got close enough to each other they started doing their handshake as normal.

“Hey, Ned! How have you been?” Peter said while opening up his locker to sort out his things for the day. Ned told him all about the holiday he had been on and the new lego set he was given, Peter loved to hear his friend talk about his life. Although the two had been best friends for years Peter was never able to talk fully about his family and was never allowed to take his friend around his, this was because Ned was terrible at keeping secrets and his safety previously had relied upon secrecy. Ned understood because he knew one day he would be told for now he just fantasised about the possible awesomeness of Peter's life. Before school started he had messaged Ned telling him today he would find out the secrets of his life, he promised he’d explain everything at lunch. Ned was talking about that now, his theories were ridiculous which amused Peter but what was the funniest thing was that Ned hadn’t even noticed his expensive clothing and some obvious giveaways such as the not released Stark Phone he held out in his hand.

The pair were walking towards their first lesson, it was chemistry together with Mr Cobbwell, they were meeting up with MJ in class beforehand. She already knew Peters secret having found out in her own way, luckily she kept it a secret and they had become even closer than before, they had even agreed to be each others wingman/woman. When they walked into class they greeted their teacher and went to sit next to MJ who was currently reading a book called ‘Surrounded By Idiots’ very fitting.

“Sup losers.” MJ put her bookmark in and turned to see her two friends. Peter sat next to her and Ned was across the table to them both, they were talking about pleasant nonsense as the class started to fill up. They stopped talking when Mr Cobbwell told everyone to be quiet for the register, this was the moment Peter had been dreading. On the school system, his name has been changed back to saying Stark and since there is also a Peter Andrews in this class Mr Cobbwell insists on saying both their first and last names. 

Peter sat nervously bouncing his leg viciously, Ned was giving him a strange look and MJ was trying to calm him down since she had already guessed what was about to happen. Mr Cobbwell was saying the names off the register and had just finished the P section, Ned noticed this and looked over at the teacher and back to Peter. Peter looked at him and smiles slightly whispering a simple “Wait for it.” this made Ned very excited.

“Amy Sitlock, Louise Sopper, Jake Sopper, oh is this correct?” Mr Cobbwell read off the names on the register stopping at Peter, Peter nodded his head shyly at his teacher and sat there in anticipation. This was the moment everyone was going to find out.

“Peter Stark.”

There were a few seconds of silence when he said those two words then an uproar of questions arose from the class all directed at Peter and only a few to Mr Cobbwell mainly checking that they heard him right. Ned looked like a deer in headlights for a few minutes before he jumped out of his seat and ran to hug Peter as hard as he could.

“Oh my, Thor! Oh my, Thor! I can’t believe this! You’re Mr Starks kid! I’m best friends with Iron Man's son!” Ned shouted not letting go of Peter until he finished and didn’t stop jumping up and down until the teacher told him to get back into his chair and for the class to quiet down so he could finish the register.

“Everyone Quiet!” his voice echoed throughout the room, he could be very serious if he needed to be. “ I’m sure you have lots of questions, however, it is up to Peter if he wishes to answer any and I expect you to respect his decision whatever it may be. I need to finish the register and then you can ask a few questions, only if that is okay with you Peter.” The class went silent looking at Peter in anticipation, they hoped he’d let them ask their questions now.

Peter sat up in sit properly now there were lots of eyes on him, he thought his answer for a second before deciding to let them question him. He didn’t want to get too swarmed at break and lunch today.

“You can ask questions but some answers might classified information so I’ll just say classified if that is the case and you can’t question further on that. If that okay?”

There was a chorus of agreements before it went silent again for the register, this was going to be a long day.

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Peter w/eating disorder? Either I love them both. Your blog is a blessing btw

You is a blessing anon. I decided to with superfamily with this and it turned out so long. But I hope you enjoy my HC!

It happens when Peter is 12 and he’s the tiniest little one in his 7th grade class. Tony and Steve have tried their best to keep Peter out of the eyes of the paparazzi but of course nothing can stop them. Peter’s class was taking a trip to a local swimming pool for an end of the year field trip and paparazzi found out and snapped a couple pictures of Peter.

Of course, the internet being the internet, and people being people, it wasn’t long before the pictures circulated that Peter stumbled upon a few comments about him.

“What a ugly kid. Probably regret adopting him.”

“Can’t believe Iron Man and Captain America have a ugly, fat son.”

“Now, we know why they keep the kid hidden in the shadows.”

He throws his laptop off the bed and curls up, sobbing into his pillow. He knew his papa and daddy told him that people could be mean, but he never thought that they could be that mean. And while deep down, he knew those comments weren’t true he couldn’t help but take them into the heart. And hours later, standing in front of his mirror with his shirt off he pokes and pinches at his belly and thinks maybe he could stand to lose a few pounds.

This turns into him skipping breakfast in the morning by making sure he was late enough that his parents would just hand him a breakfast to have on the car ride over but he would never eat it. That all goes into the trash. And so does the lunch that Steve makes for him every day. Some days, if the hunger becomes too much he’ll munch on some celery but otherwise he keeps the hunger off by drinking as much water as possible.

Dinner is a little bit harder, but he’s got a system down. He tries to get the smallest portion possible but not small enough that his parents force him to grab more. He’ll finish his plate off, smiling and chatting with his parents the entire time, trying to show that nothing was wrong. And each time he’ll tell his dad that the dinner was really good, but to him he feels like he’s eating sand. As soon as he can get excused from the dinner table he runs off to his bathroom and throws it all back up.

It’s not until one day when we wakes up in the morning dizzy and nauseous. He’s barely able to get ready for the morning but its when he comes into the kitchen to grab his “breakfast” and suddenly his world turns black. He wakes up in Steve’s lap, both his parents just having the most terrified looks on their faces. Tony’s shouting in his phone to Bruce to get up there now. And Steve’s just rocking him in his arms, gently smoothing his hair back and asking him what’s wrong. His papa is being so gentle, peppering kisses to his face and Peter just can’t keep it in any longer and bursts into tears.

He tells them what’s been going on and Steve gently pulls up his shirt where they see his ribs poking out and his parents look horrified. Peter sees tears welling up in their eyes and he feels absolutely terrible and regrets telling them.

His parents just wrap his arms around him and won’t let go. They just whisper loving words to him, telling him that what he read was not true. That he was the most beautiful boy ever and that they were the luckiest people alive to be able to have him as their kid. They smother his face with kisses and once they get him tucked into bed, Tony crawls in next to him and cuddles with him while Steve goes to make his favorite food. He comes back later with a huge pile of chocolate chip pancakes and Peter knows his papa feels bad because those were only for special occasions. They spend the entire day in bed (after Peter gets checked over by Bruce), just arms wrapped around Peter, telling him how much they love him and showering him in love.

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Fly Away |Part Thirty-One|

Warnings: Death, violence, minor gore (the big three hng.)

Word Count: 3K

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: After an extremely long time away I amazingly got motivated to continue Fly Away over my Spring Break. Even more amazing??? I FINISHED IT!!!!! I’m so happy and just.... you guys have no idea how happy I am. Or maybe you do since this story has been dragging on for more than a year now with my random month long hiatuses (sorry about that btw). All chapters up to 35 will be published today!!! I’m so excited for you guys to read it! 

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“What?”

The words are raspy, weak and most of all desperate. In all that desperation I feel something powerful though. Hope.

My mother grabs my shoulders and drags me away from the window. I follow her without asking any questions. We stop in a dark corner where the sun can’t quite reach. Her eyes are pulling in every detail of my face and I do the same. Scared eyes have turned into fearless ones in a matter of seconds and I see myself in them.

There’s a way for me to get back home.

“I can only help you for the first part of the plan,” she tells me in a low voice. “Then it’s up to you.” Joy fills my lungs, my heart. Every nerve in my body electrifies. Laughter bubbles up in my throat and I let it out. I can go home. “You just need to be willing to do anything, Y/N.”

“Of course,” I reply excitedly. Home. Peter. Strange. Tony. Natasha. Bruce. Steve. Clint. Thor. Bucky. “I’ll do anything if it means going home.”

I want to stay this happy but the frown that appears on my mom’s face tell me otherwise. She bites her lower lip and nods before replacing it with a soft smile. Then I see the thin layer of tears in her eyes.

“Mom?”

“You are going home,” she reinforces. “No matter what.”

I fall silent enough to hear the whistle of wind outside the windows. My mom swallows hard. Her throat bobs and I hear the near silent gasp for air that rises from her mouth. I narrow my eyes, realizing that whatever she’s crying about, it can’t be good.

“What’s the plan, mom?” She doesn’t answer at first. Instead, she shakes her head side to side and gazes out the window. “ Mom? ”

“The only way you’re going to beat your father and take his magic is if you have magic of your own.”

It only takes me a second to connect the dots.

“No.”

“Y/N—”

“I refuse,” I growl. “I wholeheartedly, eternally refuse.” Turning to leave, I remove my gaze from her. My mom is quick though and before I know it she has me back where I was. Any tears that I may have seen earlier are gone. Her eyes have hardened into that of a warrior’s and I finally see the Valkyrie that she used to be.

“Peter needs you,” she reminds me. The name is a bullet through my heart. Peter. “Your family needs you, Y/N. You cannot give up on yourself because that means giving up on them.” I’m ready for her to continue the lecture, but my mom pulls me into her chest instead. I bask in her warmth. Warmth that is meant to be a goodbye.

“The last time I killed someone I vomited,” I whisper.

“I know.” Her rough fingers brush through my hair. “Please try not to do that this time.” I laugh. Truly laugh, but it turns into a quick sob by the end and I push my nose into her hair. Marking each scent in my head I commit every detail of her to memory. Fire and rain and melted iron. I smell a million battles and a billion more tears. Somehow, I smell myself. Magic. Magic and sunrises and coffee shops next to dirty back alleys. I live inside of her. From the moment I existed I have been engraved in the fabric of her being.

After today she will live in me.

“I wish I could’ve been your mom,” she tells me. “I wish I could’ve dressed you for your first day of kindergarten. I wish I could’ve shown you how to braid your hair like I used to for battles. I wish I taught you how to fight back and use the Asgardian side of your magic properly. I wish I could’ve helped you get ready for your first date. I wish I could’ve been your mom.”

I’m sobbing silently, my tears smeering against her skin. I have to keep reminding myself of home. Home. You can go home.

But it requires sacrifice.

I move my right hand against the side of her ribcage so that I can hear the steady thumping of her heart. She is not scared. Just sad.

I pull just enough magic from inside of her. Enough to feel that familiar weight in my wrist.

She still holds me.

I nuzzle her neck and whisper, “You are my mom.”

The needle shoots out.

My mom goes limp in my arms.

She still holds me.

“I love you.”

I pray she hears me.

The weight slowly disappears from my arms. When I glance down at where my needle sliced through her heart I see only golden light. Pure, beautiful light crafted from a thousand burning suns.

I feel it surge into me. It is her; my mother, a woman forged in fires of pain and loss and hope. Her magic lives in me, and therefore so does she.

“Thank you.” I retract my needle so that it is snug beneath my skin again and turn towards the exit. A door opens and closes outside, there is the sound of footsteps and a presence of hateful magic I’d know anywhere.

My mom died so I might get home.

I will not let that sacrifice be in vain.

He does not notice me at first. He does not care to.

I never forgot what magic feels like thrumming through your veins. What it feels like when you’re angry, or sad, and excited and it fills up the tips of your fingers so they buzz. It feels like life. It feels like a first kiss or swimming with sharks. It feels like freedom. It feels like flying away.

“I’m going home,” I announce, startling him. He twirls around and the rage on his face is apparent. For the first time, I don’t flinch at the familiarity in that expression. I revel in what it reveals instead. Because there is fear in his eyes. Fear I never thought existed as he beat me mentally and physically, as he killed my best friend and abandoned me.

I am something to be feared, and for the first time, I don’t fear that.

“Excuse me?”

I smirk and tilt my head to the side. My black needle whispers as it slides out of my arm. His eyes dart to the dark weapon.

“Where’s your mother?”

A pang of guilt shoots through my chest but there is a reassuring warmth as well. It’s her. She wants me to end this.

I wonder, how afraid can I make him before though?

“I killed her,” I say plainly. It is partially true, though she was already dead in a way. All that remained was her soul. A soul she was willing to give me. “I needed her magic.”

Deep inside my heart, I hope to see something close to grief on my father’s face. That’s what one should feel when they lose someone they love. There is only that hot anger though.

“So this is what it comes down to?” he steps closer to me. There is the sound of wood twisting and metal singing. The lights above flicker. “A fight?” A crack appears in the wall next to me and splinters down to the floor. The ceiling growls.

“Let’s call it a battle just for theatrics,” I say, swing my needle through the air. It strikes the floor in a flurry of sparks. The marble splits beneath the edge and a puff of dust curls up. “We always did love those.”

He smirks. “That suggests that there has been a war.”

“Hasn’t there?” I smile cruelly. “A silent war and we’re almost to the final battle.” My dad shakes his head, his smirk fading until there is only a frown.

“I brought you here so we could be a family.” He swings his arms out to gesture to the whole house. “Now look what you’ve done.” The ceiling above me cracks and I only have a moment to jump away before I’m crushed. I cough out the rubble that found its way to my lungs and glare up.

“You brought me here so I could be controlled.” I use my needle to help my stand. “But I’m free now. There’s no more lies, no more excuses or explanations, there's no power that you hold that I will allow to hold me down.”

Without hesitation, I clench my fist and the rest of the house comes crumbling down. Amidst the chaos, I hear nothing but my own heartbeat. Now that I think about it, I don’t think it is that. It is my magic, my life that is humming in my ears, telling me what my next move needs to be. The dust, broken metal, and destroyed drywall around me rises. It floats behind my back, transforming until I feel that familiar weight on my back. I glare through the oblivion at my dad.

We make eye contact and I roll back my shoulders. I hear the snap of my wings pulling me off the ground. I see the blue in the corner of my eyes and raise and hand to my throat where the choker Tony gave me remains. I press my fingers against it and release the suit. The navy blue scales soon cover my entire body.

“Dad,” I say, “I was born with wings. It’s time for me to fly.”

His relic appears out of nowhere. My dad takes aim but I do not move away.

I fly forward.

Bolts of magic shoot towards me. Luckily for me, he is meaning to incapacitate me, but not kill. Luckily for me, I mean to do the opposite.

Before each of us realizes it, I’m crashing into him. We slam into the ground hard and my wings turn into a bright blue halo around me. I get onto my feet as quick as I can, but his hands have already found my throat and he’s yanking me to my feet. Shortening my needle, I stab him under his arm, barely missing my mark. He hisses and drops me. His attention is drawn to the blood running out of him long enough for me to gather myself.

“You’re a great disappointment,” he growls under his breath. He’s searching for whatever words might disarm me the most. “My greatest regret.”

My needle drops to its full length. “Yeah?” I pant. “I’m sure plenty of people feel that way about you.”

He lunges at me without warning. It’s so sudden that I don’t have time to prepare myself for his attack. His relic runs through my skin, scraping against the lower side of my hip before exit my body entirely. I gasp and swing desperately.

By his hiss of pain, I assume I must’ve hit something. It’s only when he falls to his knees, his arms still trapping me, that I realize it was his leg I hit.

He pushes me away from him. I roll backward, the sting of his relic making me disoriented as my fingers lose contact with my needle.

My magic whispers that it’s time to finish this and it doesn’t taking any persuading for me to agree. I clench my fist while I’m beginning to turn back over. A weapon forms in my hand. When I get back to my knees, I’m aiming a gun at my father’s head.

He glares at me as he pulls my needle out of his leg. It went through his calf. My weapon rings against the broken marble tiles.

“You know I’ve always hated guns,” he reminds me. “They’re so ineloquent.”

“I don’t care.” His expression falls and I finally see the entire truth of who the man before me is. A coward.

“Are you prepared for what happens after you kill me, Y/N?” I cock my head to the side. “Once you kill me, and if you manage to defeat Dormammu, what happens then? You’ve lived your whole life with us guiding you. Every step you’ve taken, every move you’ve mad and fight you’ve had, we were there pushing you to our end goal,” he explains. I furrow my brows and open my mouth to refute his statement, but it is the truth. They have been the invisible hand throughout my whole life. All my decisions were influenced by them.

“You think you will become a hero?” he laughs. “A civilian? Maybe even a villain one day?” I drop the gun just a bit, but it is enough to show that I actually might believe him. “Whatever you do, it will be influenced by me, by the experiences you’ve had because of me. You’ll never escape my hold. I’ll always be a nagging voice in your head, one that you will listen to. I’ll always be a part of you, Y/N. You can’t kill me in any way that matters.”

And he might be right, but then I remember the moments that prove he is wrong because it was never their intention for me to become friends with Heather. If it was they wouldn’t have gotten her out of the picture as soon as they realized. It was their divine interference that made me talk to Peter in class nor was it them that made me text him that same day. I might’ve stayed with the Avengers because of my father, but they became my family because I wanted that.

Maybe he did influence me, maybe he will continue you influencing me, but their have been decisions that I have made only because of myself. Because no one told me to make Heather my sister. No one told me to fall in love with Peter. No one told me to find a home with the Avengers. Those were my decisions.

You can’t kill me in any way that matters.

I raise the gun.

“I can try.”

My finger pulls back on the trigger and it clicks. There is no bullet but my father’s eyes become glassy, and at the center of his forehead his skin fades into golden light. It surges towards me and I accept it. His dirty magic. It is what I need to get back home.

Home. Peter. Strange. Tony. Natasha. Bruce. Steve. Clint.

I remind myself over and over again. Their names become a mantra.

Home. Peter. Strange. Tony. Natasha. Bruce. Steve. Clint. Home. Peter. Strange. Tony. Natasha. Bruce. Steve. Clint.

Peter. Peter.

I stare into my pocket where I put the dust Strange gave me. My lips curl upwards into a soft smile.

I’m proud of you… And I know you will do the right thing, even when I’m gone.

Strange always knew what I’d have to do. There’s no other way he’d no to give me this. I pull as much of the dust as I can out of my pocket. With my other hand, I open my palm of the substance and call upon magic that I still have yet to take back.

Y/N… Your magic is your soul, and as long as you’re alive your soul will want to come home.

All of the sudden green light appears around my fingers. The sigils swirl around. I watch, entirely awestruck as the dust recollects into its original form. Soon, the full weight of my sling ring is resting in my hands.

Home.

I turn my face towards the light and feel all the warmth it has to offer.

I’m going home.

My feet kick up rubble as I walk towards my needle that lays discarded between what used to be the kitchen table.

I’m taking back my home.

I hold out my hand and call it back to my arm where it will only have a moment to rest.

I’m going to kill Dormammu.

I raise one hand while making circles with the other. Magic sparks in front of me and I see a glimmer of Earth.

I’m going to be a hero.

I raise my head, look towards the New York skyline where the sun used to rise and step through the portal.

I’m coming home.

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Traveler

Erik Killmonger x Calantha Morrison 

Warning: violence, some cursing, erik being erik

Specifics: fluff, angst, adventure, action, one-shot, pictures, gifs, aesthetics, 500 followers competition, oc, 

People: Erik Killmonger, (oc) Calantha Morrison, Nakia, T’Challa, Shuri, Ego

Words: 7,239 (omg this is way to long im so srry)

Masterlist

Requested: By @dreamsofwhiteandblack Erik Killmonger x Female OC, she has long dark blonde hair and green eyes, she is thin but strong and although she looks like a normal girl she is very good with weapons and brave. Her name is Calantha and she is 25 years old, Ego's daughter and sister of Star-Lord (Peter Quill). She is a traveler who saved Nakia from danger a few times and since then they are best friends and she is the only one who knows the true power of Calantha. But Erik can also feel that there is something special in her that's why he approaches her.

Authors Note: im srry this took so long! im so sad to hear the news of one of my fav people stan lee, he was a beautiful soul. he truly was! i do this new thing now where i put a page divider cuz i just thought they look nice. just want to thank rach and everyone  for participating in my 500 followers competition, i do one every time i get 100 more followers. so keep checking my page cuz u never know when the competition will come up u could be the next winner! thank u so much for requesting and btw this is my first time writing erik so i hope his personality is good. 

previous oc story for my 400 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Davina Jensen 

Ever since the beginning, I’ve always known I was different. Very different from others. 

To know Calantha’s father was Ego was not easy. She always felt he had a strange presence lurking when she was with him. And her mother, unknown. All she knew was that she must of been some type of alien creature because her, herself felt that way. 

She nodded to the music blaring in her blue ship. The song was to her a great oldie, “Bruce Channel- Hey Baby.” She swayed her hips while looking at the controls of the monitor. Singing as well, and twirling her hair. 

She left the ship in auto pilot and inspected the items she kept with her from her last mission. She had placed the things in a light brown traveler bag. Upon opening the bag she realizes some of the children from the planet gave her gift. 

“Awww how sweet!” She gushed, putting her hand to her heart. 

Calantha was a traveler, and a good one at that. She would travel to little places such as all over the world, to all over different planets of the galaxy. She would study their traditions, culture, their life. It just made her curiosity of life more vast. She also would go and travel all over if the area or planet was in trouble. For example like the planet she was just on, it is called Achernon (its actually a real marvel planet). One of the Achernonians was evil, his name was Brahl. Calantha had arrived to the planet to save them. 

Calantha stared at the items and shook her head, “they will never realize it was really me.”

Calantha just 25 learned of her powers when she was young. She could shape shift into either any animal, or any person. At first knowing these powers made everything amazing, made everything seem more in reach to her. But there was a downside, there is always a downside to everything. She could never show her true self. Calantha did not want others to know about her power. So as she entered into new planets she would shape shift into looking like their kind. 

Calantha was transformed into looking like an Achernonian. She learned the peoples ways, but now it was time to go back and situate herself into either another planet or somewhere. 

Calantha smiled to herself knowing she made an impact on the planet she went to previously. She stood up, stretching, preparing herself for a while of a trip. She stripped herself from the clothing of the Achernonians and put on her comfortable clothes, a black shirt, black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and adidas. 

“Ahh now this is more like it,” she moaned, grabbing a snack and drink. As she went to the cupboard in her ship she saw a picture. It was a picture of her with some of her friends. They were by an ice cream shop in Japan, this was way back in the 60s. Hugging, smiling, having a great time. It was back then, back then when life was good, when life meant something. Calantha stared at it wishingly, darkly, knowing life would never be the same. She shook her head and muttered under her breath. Calantha was immortal, most of her family or friends have passed. She was now left alone to fight for those who could fight no longer. “Those were the good old days.” She whispered almost as if whispering to the photo.  

Calantha looked on her octagon shaped table in the middle of her spaceship. She bought or more like traded all her possessions just for the ship. Her spaceship meant everything to her, it was all she had. Calantha picked up her handgun and placed it in her weapon belt. She then walked to her stereo and turned it off, wanting some peace and quiet. Next, she picked up her books of mythology. “The greatest mysteries of the world,” she read aloud. She carefully placed her snacks in cup holders and sat on the captains seat, the seat that controlled the whole spaceship, she sat on it sideways. Opening her book she allowed herself to become captured by the words and facts about Greek gods, and history about the world. 

“Wow, this is neat stuff,” knowledge entered into her mind, with one swift movement of the light weight page she was onto another adventure. She subconsciously grabbed her snack and after one bite started to drink her beverage. 

Just then the monitor on her ship started beeping. Calantha curiously placed her books down and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?” She asked without no hesitation. 

“Calantha, oh good, I’m so glad to hear from you.”

“Nakia? Whats wrong?”

Calantha scooted closer to the monitor. Calantha’s best friend was Nakia, the lover of King T’Challa, of Wakanda. She had saved Nakia back then when Calantha  came to explore Wakanda. There was another incident with the War Dogs and Calantha was there to protect Nakia. 

Nakia started to cry, making Calantha worry even more. “Nakia please tell me! What happened?”

“T’Challa, he was...killed...in ritual combat.”

Calantha shook her head and placed her palm on her forehead, shocked from the news, “you mean to tell me that T’Challa is no longer-”

“King? No.” Nakia cried some more and Calantha could hear her breaths she was taking. Big ones but short.

“Then,” Calantha started, “who is?”

“A man named Erik Stevens, he’s a mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. His father was...his father was the brother of King T’Chaka. He wants to send vibranium to all over the world.”

“So that would make him the rightful owner of the throne,” Calantha said, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

“Yes but Calantha he is very bad, very evil, selfish. He is not fit to be King, he will never be my King. Wakanda needs your help, I need your help again ngumhlobo (friend).”

Calantha chuckled and nodded her head, “And you know I will always be there for you. I will see you soon Nakia.” Calantha declined the call and climbed out of her chair. She walked to her map of different planets and the map of the whole world. She bit her lip and placed a thumb tack on the world map where it said Wakanda. 

Calantha nodded her head and ran to her steering of the space ship. “Next stop, Wakanda.” Putting her hand on the blasters she quickly makes her way to her destination. 

“Okay Nakia, I’m outside.” Calantha spoke through the microphone that connected her and Nakia. She awaited for the okay inside a truck. Wearing her all black, one piece outfit she sat in the vehicle waiting. 

As Calantha stared at the entrance she saw Nakia sprint towards her. Nakia entered the vehicle with a squeal. 

“Hello Calantha, it has been too long. I feel bad we have to meet on such circumstances.”

Calantha shrugged and giggled, “I missed you too girl! I should have come to visit, I have just been so busy. I’m glad to see you.”

Nakia embraced Calantha and patted her back. “So whats the plan?”

“Well I was thinking I can go in secretly, in a disguise.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Calantha gave her best friend a smirk and turned into a Wakandan male. “How does this look? Do you think they would know its me?”

“I still can’t believe you can do that. Even your voice changes! Man I wish I had your power, it can come handy in a lot of occasions.”

Calantha turned back into her normal self, “So I’ll go in like this. My history will be that I am some type of-”

“Farmer?” Nakia suggested, putting her finger to her lip in thought.

“Yeah farmer, and I came to help with this Erik. We need to get a better understanding of him. If I can inch closer to him and see what his deal is with Wakanda then maybe, I can take him down for good.”

“You literally sound like a bad as* when you say your plans,” Nakia bit her lip but her face fell in sadness.

‘Whats wrong Nakia?”

“I just miss T’Challa. I just hope we can take Erik down.”

Calantha placed a reassuring hand on her back, “We will take him down, Erik will not be King. Not on my watch.”

Nakia sat up straight and wiped her tears away, “you’re right. We are gonna do this.”

Calantha shape shifted into the male and nodded, “we are gonna do this!”

Stepping out of the vehicle with a light skip in her step she makes it with Nakia through Wakanda. 

“Our meet up location will be far away into the country of Wakanda, got it? More towards the border.”

She nodded towards Nakia, “got it.”

“Well good luck my friend.”

Upon seeing the throne her anger boiled within her. 

“Your majesty,” Calantha says in her disguise. “I have a gift for you.”

As those words came out of her mouth the culprit, the man who thinks he can take Wakanda away, turned around. He walked right up to her with a look of a predator.

“What do you want fool? Can’t you see I’m workin here?”

Upon seeing his face Calantha’s face froze. She did not expect for him to be that handsome. “Aww why do all the good lookin boys gotta be bad?” Calantha thought in her head.

She looked him down and up, “My apologizes, I was wanting to make a feast for you and any of your guest. I want your kingship to be honorable and memorable, so please as a gift let me do this.” Calantha almost felt like her mouth was not even hers. She kept that anger she had deep down so as not to ruin the mission. Everyone around the room had their mouths open in shock or their jaws clenched in anger. 

Erik looked all over her, his presence seeming threatening. 

“Lets talk somewhere a little more, private. Y’all don’t disturb us.” 

Erik lead her outside where the sun was still shining and the breeze felt nice. Down below were people working and talking, going about their day. 

“Who are you really? Hmm?”

Calantha chuckled, “I have already told you. I am a simple farmer, I have lived on the border all my life. All I want is to make a dinner for you. Our King.” Her plan was to entice him, reel him in and then the last second when he is not looking Calantha will take care of him and make sure he is not a nuisance again. She awaited for his answer. 

Nakia had put, from Shuri, a hidden camera inside your outfit. It was staring directly right at Erik. 

“Alright then, do what you gotta do,” Erik called to her, shrugging and leaving. 

Calantha quickly placed her hand on his arm. “Is there any dish you specifically want?” 

That touch made Erik curious about who Calantha was. He took her hand off his arm and gave her a mean look. “Do whatever y’all do over there. I’m fine with anything.” 

Calantha nodded her head. Erik stood there, eyeing her. “So do you got a name?”

Her eyes went back and forth, her brain searching for an answer. “Yes. My name is-”

Suddenly, two guards came in with some important duties that Erik had to attend. Erik left her in a state of fear and unknown. 

Calantha quickly wiped her brow. She was indeed scared, but why?

“Did you get all that?” Calantha asked as she entered the secret building Nakia was in. She quickly transformed into herself. 

“Yep, clean and solid. What name were you gonna come up with?” Nakia raised a brow at Calantha. 

Calantha stumbled over her words, “I was going to say something. I am very good at making up things on the spot.”

Nakia laughed and Calantha twirled her dark blonde hair between her fingers, concentrating. She put the camera in the system and gave the first encounter a look over. “This is good,” Calantha said as she walked back and forth, a forefinger resting upon her bottom lip. “If I can just get more of trusting relationship with him then for sure I can get him into our grasps.”

“It wont be easy, you know? Erik is surrounded by many guards and the Dora Milaje. You might not get out alive,” Nakia sounded worried. Calantha pushed those worry's aside. “If I make it out great if I don’t then, oh well, I don’t have family and anybody in my life so its not like its a waste.” 

Nakia gave her a saddened look. Calantha looked down sad, “right! So I’m gonna go, look through town and see if I can get us any food.”

Nakia nodded and gave her a hug goodbye. 

Calantha walked out in a Wakandan outfit. The clothing was beautiful, all the colors, shapes, the stitching, it made the clothes look like a masterpiece. 

She walked out putting sunglasses on, her hair swaying with the breeze. Looking magical and as if it were to take her away, far away from any of the worlds. To a place unimaginable. 

As she was looking down while walking she accidentally bumped into someone.

“Hold on there baby, you okay?” Said a familiar voice. Calantha looked up, her green eyes bugging out. She placed her sun glasses closer to her face. “Hey,” said that voice. “I ain’t never seen you here before?” It was Erik Killmonger. The new King. 

Calantha picked herself up and dusted her clothes, “yeah you ain’t ever seen me around cause I don’t want you to. Sorry.” Calantha wanted to get away from him. She didn’t approve of his attitude and before she would do something she regretted she left him shocked. 

“Oooh she a feisty one,” Erik said to himself. Calantha turned a corner, looking back she spotted no one following her. “Phew, that was a close one.”

She kept walking forward but unknown to her someone was following her. 

As she made it to the waterfall she breathed in the air. The rich soil of Wakanda wafted through her nose. It smelled of pure nature. Again she looked behind her. No one. “Good,” she thought as she took off her shades and her clothes off. Nobody would come here surely. She took her clothes off and was left in her bra and panties. 

On the edge of the cliff she gently pushed herself off the rock and with a splash landed in the cold, clear water. “Ahh this feels so good,” she groaned. 

“Can I join?”

Calantha quickly looked back and with a surprised face saw Erik. 

“What the hel*!” She shouted, rushing on out of the water to grab her clothes. As she was about to grab them Erik had already gotten a hold of them. “Whats the matter baby girl?”

She tried to cover herself up the best way possible. “I want my stuff.” She went to grab for it again but Erik clutched her arm. So now her face was staring directly into his. Her green eyes seemed sweet but also menacing. She stared at him, her skin glowing with the sun. She looked like a goddess in Erik’s eyes. Oh no, Erik was falling, falling for a stranger. 

“Dam* girl,” he muttered under his breath.

“For god’s sake did you follow me?” Calantha pulled her arm out of his grip. 

Erik shrugged, “maybe.”

Calantha rubbed her temples, “fine I’ll leave here this way. Enjoy the water...alone!”

As Calantha was about to walk away Erik grabbed her waist making her become very close to him. His lips went to her ear and he breathed out, “I don’t think you wanna do that. See some of the creeps here will rip you apart like you ain’t nothing. I’m just tryin to protect ya.” 

Calantha blushed at his actions and unwrapped herself from his grip. “I think I can handle myself Mr. Savior. You have never seen me rip apart somebody.” Calantha then walked up to Erik and went to his ears and whispered, “and trust me, its not pretty.” Just then a breeze came in and made Calantha shiver, she tried to cover her bare arms. 

Erik bit his lips and threw her clothes on the rock. “You want your clothes? Let me swim with ya.”

Calantha gave Erik a glare and then entered into the water again, she swam away.  

Erik then started to remove his clothing. 

(i legit stared at this gif for like a total of 10 minutes now i look like a creep)

Erik saw though that Calantha was staring at him from the corner of her eyes. 

“Like what you see?” 

Calantha turned to his attention when he walked in the water. “What are those?” She asked, pointing to the markings on his skin. 

Erik looked down and smirked, “for all my kills.”

Calantha nodded, “Well, seems like you killed a lot. Did they hurt you?”

Erik felt the temperature of the water, enjoying the movement of it. “Nah, did this to myself. Ain’t a lot things these days that can hurt me anymore.”

Calantha understood that completely. “I totally get it. When you don’t got no one it gets easier. No one can hurt me now.”

“Why what happened to you?”

Calantha stared into the water, feeling the sadness creep up on her. “Its complicated. Sometimes I feel that life finds away to make your existence a living hel*.”

“Dam* thats dark as hel*. But thats how I felt.”

She bit her lip and swam away but said, “Life is dark.” She then swam away under the waterfall. As she went her hair got wet and her face was splashed with the cool, clear water. Calantha didn’t know this but Erik was staring at her. His heart, unknown to him, was beating fast, and pounding like a drum. The elegance and beauty he saw when she went behind the waterfall made him want her more. 

Calantha pushed her hair back and just tried to enjoy the time she had being in the waterfall. She would have to get out soon, seeing that it was already getting dark. She did not want Erik to get any ideas of who she was, then it would ruin the whole mission. Calantha looked through the waterfall to see if Erik was still there but he was gone! 

“Where did that idiot run off to? Fine, at least this gives me time to go-”

“So you ever gonna tell me your name?” Erik asked, his face only a few centimeters apart from Calantha’s. 

She jumped and almost drowned but Erik caught her in his arms. “You okay there baby?”

Calantha gave him a look of annoyance. His arms felt so strong to her. Like they could lift any weight. They were powerful, almost like brick solid. 

“What are you doing to yourself Calantha. Stop paying attention to him! This is the guy you’re trying to take down, remember?” She scolded herself in her head. Erik started to rub softly her legs and give her a face of god a face that was so handsome! He was biting his plump, juicy lips, awaiting her answer. 

Calantha got out of his grip before the encounter went sideways. “Hey can I ask you a question? Do you call all your girls baby, baby girl, or just the mysterious ones?”

“Only the beautiful ones, besides I didn’t get your name,” Erik seemed flirting with her. Winking at the end of his sentence. 

“Fine, those pet names are fine...I guess,” Calantha rubbed her arm sheepishly and started blushing. She felt this was not fair! Never had a man done this to her, she was a strong, independent woman and now Erik was screwing that whole idea up. Erik saw Calantha unsure, he came in closer with a pure face of knowing. Calantha put her hand out to stop him, “well this was nice but I think I should be leaving now, have fun.” She quickly got out of the water and tried to dry herself the best way possible. While getting out Erik looked at her, biting his lip and cursing under his breath at the sight he saw. 

Calantha grabbed her clothes and put them on quickly. 

“Wait!” Erik said, getting out the water as well. 

“Give me a break,” Calantha muttered under her breath. She turned around and saw Erik running to her in all his glory. His chest glistened from the water. 

“Let me take you out to dinner. Treat you.”

She rolled her eyes and combed her hair with her fingers. “No Erik, I got stuff to do.”

“I don’t usually do this to girls so you’d be the first. Just please let me take you out and show you Wakanda. I know the best part of these streets.”

“And if I keep saying no?”

Erik walked up to Calantha and raised his brows, “well then I guess you don’t get to go with a King, and I may follow you. So its your choice.”

Erik waited for her answer, patiently, while she grumbled and whined in annoyance. She could not have it that Erik follow her. 

“Fine,” she gave in, rolling her eyes. 

Walking the streets of Wakanda, Calantha made sure to have an eye open for Erik. She had a thought, she too this way could get close to him and figure out whats his deal is with Wakanda.

Calantha was not going to lie to herself though. She did have a fun time with him. Its been a while since Calantha spent some quality time with someone, let alone a man. She felt confident and for a short time she pretended that it was a date. She pretended that she didn’t have to take Erik down, just for a couple of hours she wanted to live a fantasy. 

They both were in a middle of a conversation about the time she went to Spain with her friends. 

“Okay so what did y’all tell your friend?” Erik asked sipping on a Wakandan drink. Both of them went to go have dinner and Calantha was surprised at herself. She was more talkative then ever. She was laughing and enjoying her time with Erik. They were together for hours. She told things to Erik that she had never told to anyone. It felt good. 

“Well me and my friends ended up dragging her drunk as* out of the restaurant and everyone was looking at us and just probably thinking we were crazy. Those were the good times though.” Calantha sipped her drink, lightly bumping into Erik. She looked down trying not to make a show but Erik saw her expression. 

“What happened to your friends?”

Calantha pushed her hair back and gave her attention to Erik, “They all have passed. I’m the only one who hasn’t. Sometimes I wish I could change that. But I really do not have anyone. I am all alone.”

Erik looked at her guilty, he felt bad for her. “I know how you feel. When my pop’s died I felt that way, I still feel that way. What hurts more I think is that you see and know that some people deserve the worst, and yet they don’t get shi*. You know what I mean.”

Calantha just nodded knowing what he meant by that. She had read about and heard about Erik’s life and why he was so angry with the world. 

“Sometimes though we need to let go in order to keep living. We need to let go of the past to open the door to the future. At least that’s what I think. Sorry I know you’re probably bothered or weirded out by my philosophical talking.”

Erik shook his head and sipped his drink, “nah its cool, I get it.”

Calantha then started shivering, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm. “Man its chilly tonight. Should of brought a stupid jacket.”

“Hey, here, look, take mine,” Erik offered taking off his long, black, kingly robe.

“Oh I shouldn't, you’ll be cold as well now.” Calantha pushed the black robe to him. 

“Baby, just take it. You see my muscles? I am always heated up, especially when I look at you.”

“Good one,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the robe and putting it on. “Thanks.”

Erik just nodded and sipped his drink some more. Calantha hated herself in that moment. The robe smelled just like him. It was rough, manly, a little bit cologne. It made goosebumps run down her whole body. She felt she was getting high off the smell, it was truly intoxicating. 

That night Erik and Calantha stayed out late, they laughed, joked, flirted with each other. Calantha was happy, but she didn’t know why? Was it because this makes their relationship closer and now she can get to him easier? Or is it because she genuinely was having a good time with him? She felt herself slipping away bit by bit. They both were a mystery for each other yet they spent time together like they’ve known each other for years. 

Calantha then paused at a random house and stood still, “well this is me. Hope you have a good night, and next time don’t force someone to go out with you.”

Erik laughed and scratched his head, “will I see you again?”

Calantha shrugged, “probably not, I’ve got work to do and to be honest you kinda annoy me a little.” She shrugged the robe off and gave it to him. Calantha gave him a smirk while Erik laughed at her statement. “Girl you know you wanted to go out with me. Just say it. I’m gonna count that as a I will see you soon.”

“Bye Erik,” Calantha chuckled closing the door. As she saw Erik leave she turned into a Wakandan female just to leave the area and go to Nakia. 

Calantha was truly falling for Erik. She spent every morning with him as the Wakandan male, preparing his feast. Then Erik would try to find Calantha transformed into herself everyday and surely enough he would find her. She did not want to be with him, she did not accept how selfish he was. For gods sake he killed King T’Challa! That thought made Calantha smirk in success, for she was getting closer and closer with him and she was gaining his trust. Calantha was going to take him down, once and for all. 

But Nakia was worried, every time Calantha would come home from the mission Nakia saw the lovesick grin on Calantha’s face. She and Calantha had many fights on why Calantha should not see Erik anymore. But Calantha would just brush off the fact that she did find Erik interesting and had a liking to him. 

The feast was the next day. Calantha had to get everything prepared and ready for that day. She was transformed into the male and getting everything ready for the day when she would have to take down Erik. 

“Aye man,” Erik came in the room. “Hows it goin?”

She nodded her head, “its coming around. The feast should be ready by tomorrow night.” 

“Good I was hoping that, you know. Hey, can you leave a seat next to my chair empty with like a lil v.i.p paper on there or something, I’m gon invite someone important to this feast.”

Calantha felt her heart sink in her chest. Someone? “Oh really, well may I ask who is it.”

Erik looked out the window and smiled, “its a girl, and the funny thing is hel* I don’t even know her name.”

Calantha felt terrible, what did she expect though? He has moved on, it was better this way. Calantha felt tears running down her face. She turned around, “excuse me I have something in my eye.” She then ran away with Erik still talking. Erik looked back and saw that Calantha wasn’t there, he ran after her or who he thought was a man.

She sat there and transformed into her true self. She stood by the wall, trying to hold herself together, but the tears were unstoppable. 

“Hey what happened-baby? What are you, but I thought I saw, what in the hel*?” Erik looked around trying to find Calantha but her transformed as a guy. Erik was now curious about her. How did she appear so fast and not the other guy? Erik pondered a little bit over that thought but then realized she was crying right in front of him. 

“What happened?” Was all he asked, kneeling down to her trying to get a good look at his face. 

Calantha could not believe this moment that was happening right in front of her eyes! She was crying over a guy thinking he was with another woman, and she was being consoled by a evil person, a villain! 

“Baby girl, tell me whats wrong, now.” Erik took a hold of her arms and pushed them down to her sides so he could see her face. Tears were evident and there were tear stains left on her cheek. Her eye lashes were thick from the tears and her lips were puckered up. She looked so beautiful in his eyes. 

“I just,” Calantha could not tell him the truth. She could not tell him that she was the guy even though she really wanted to, and badly. “I was just remembering about my friends.”

Erik understood and brought her tiny body into his arms. There she felt comforted, safe, and loved. She shook her head and wiped the tears away, pushing herself away from Erik’s chest where she really wanted to be. 

“No I can’t do this anymore. Erik, we can’t keep seeing each other anymore, I, I don’t want to.” She stood up and pushed Erik away. Erik gave her a look of confusion. “Why can’t you do this anymore? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I just...can’t Erik. I can’t anymore.”

Erik grabbed Calantha’s hands and massaged them gently, “well then maybe this will change your mind.” Erik softly placed his two hands on her cheeks and slowly inched closer to her. Their lips met. To Calantha it was perfect, his lips were so plush and soft. She felt like she was in heaven. 

(not my gif! do not own!)

Calantha wanted Erik so bad, she deepened the kiss, placing her delicate hands on the back of his head. She felt complete with that embrace, she felt something spark within her. It was the feeling of love, how did she come to love her enemy? The man she was supposed to take down? She was at a loss for words but at this moment nothing else mattered except that splendid kiss. 

Erik backed away and kissed her forehead, “how was that baby?”

“Calantha,” she just blurted out of nowhere.

“That’s your name?” Erik said out to her. 

She nodded, “yeah, I figured you want to know, although I don’t truly hate the name baby.” She gave Erik a smirk caressing his face, brushing through his facial hair. 

“Calantha? You know you got a nice name like its really beautiful,” Erik bashfully said, scratching his nose and looking down. 

Calantha bit her lips and tried hard not to smile at him being embarrassed, “that’s really sweet of you Erik, thank you.” Calantha couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting another kiss, but as she was about to kiss Erik again a guard came out of nowhere and interrupted the moment. 

“All these dam* people be interruptin me at the wrong time y’all.” Erik cursed under his breath. As he was about to leave he turned back to Calantha, “hey baby, I would like for you to be my special quest in a feast I’m havin tomorrow. How you feel about that?”

Calantha tried hard not to show that she was surprised and now gonna be screwed. She forgot all about the mission! Erik gave her a face of concern and worry. Calantha felt bad to say no so with a defeated sigh she agreed to his proposal. 

“I, I would love to Erik.”

Calantha was stressed to the max, she felt that she let Nakia, T’Challa, everyone down. She pondered over her thoughts for many hours and her conclusion was simple and to the point. She had to take down Erik. She came here for a purpose, it was not to fall in love, it was not to start a new chapter in her life, no, it was simply to take Erik down and make sure he would not resurface to this world again. 

The plan was Nakia would portray a guest in the feast since Calantha placed her name down. Nakia would disguise herself. Calantha would come in as the male getting the feast together and then when Erik is not looking Calantha and Nakia would take him down together. 

Calantha had set the feast up already, she was proud of herself. She felt she really captured the culture and beauty of Wakanda in the decor. 

“Prefect,” she whispered out loud, she was transformed into the male Wakandan. She stared at awe at the feast table. 

“Your majesty, where would you like me to place the extra chair, your,” she took a gulp. “Special quest.”

Erik pointed to the seat next to him, “put my baby girl over there, right next to me. So I can keep an eye on her and make sure she happy, you know what I’m sayin?”

Calantha nodded and her heart fluttered at his nickname for her, she felt herself feel now pain than anything. She ordered someone to place the chair next to Erik’s high and mighty one. 

Soon quests were coming in, one by one the room started to fill up and that made Calantha more and more nervous. She wiped her forehead of sweat and gave each and every person their personal chair. 

Then Nakia came in, with her disguise on. Calantha knew this plan would roll on even if she didn’t want it to. 

“Are you ready?” Nakia asked, showing a smile to people as they walked by. 

Calantha secretly nodded and left the room. 

Calantha could hear that Erik made an announcement for people to eat and enjoy themselves. 

Calantha stood by where no one was around. She looked back and forth, “no one, good. C’mon Calantha you got this girl, you are just gonna do this small thing and then you can go home in your beautiful space ship and live your life like what you felt with Erik was a dream it did not happen.” Calantha was too busy putting on her black fighting suit that she didn’t hear someone walking to her voice. She was finished taking her clothes off when then Erik appeared. 

“Calantha?”

“Erik! Oh my god!” Calantha was shocked and terrified. 

“Baby we can’t keep meeting like this,” Erik chuckled eyeing her up and down, taking in her site of just in a bra and panties. Erik licked his lips and gave her a look of a predator, as if he were to pounce on her. 

Calantha pushed back her hair, “I just, um my dress broke and I don’t have a new one. Darn guess I can’t make the dinner.” She was just about to leave when Erik grabbed onto her arm, “I got an extra dress for you if you want to wear it, I think it would look sexy on ya.”

Calantha couldn’t get out of this one, “sure.”

She had to do this for T’Challa, for his family, for Wakanda. 

Erik was wearing his suit that matched her dress. 

They walked hand in hand to the dinner. Calantha wished it would never happen, she wished this were all a dream and soon she was gonna wake up. The moment went by to her in slow motion, every feeling in her body resurfacing all at once. Her heels clanked through the hall and she knew one way or another...

Erik was going to not be King of Wakanda anymore. 

As Calantha walked in everyone gasped to see her, they did not think Erik would find anyone with how selfish and evil he is. Nakia saw Calantha that she was transformed into her true self. Calantha could tell Nakia was truly irate, her face showed it all. As Calantha and Erik sat down Nakia stood up. “I would like to raise a toast!” Everyone in the room raised their glasses and Nakia gave Calantha a angry look. She went on to say, “Friends are tough, they are rough around the edges. They agree on stuff you say today, and disagree on the stuff you say tomorrow. You feel sometimes you can trust them, but other times they completely forget that trust.”

Calantha just wanted to hide away in her spaceship, she wanted to get away and never return. Calantha quickly touched lightly her weapons that were hiding under the table. She did not want to do this. 

“Calantha,” Nakia says, and Calantha knew soon she must fight Erik. Nakia went on, “you are my dearest friend, and as your friend I want you to do one thing to him,” and as Nakia raises her glass higher to her mouth to drink she licks her lips and takes off her disguise, “kill him.” 

Calantha quickly shot up and ripped her dress of to show her black one piece, fighting suit. She pointed her hand gun to Erik and shrugged, “you knew this had to happen.”

Erik slowly drank his drink and chuckled, “so you’re the bitc* I gotta kill. Well then,” suddenly Erik turns into a Panther Habit of his own. It was black and gold. Calantha screams in anger at him because she knows Shuri made the suit. “You do not deserve that suit,” shouts an irate Nakia. 

Nakia threw one of her ring blades to Erik while he dodged the attack. Nakia jumped to him while Calantha started shooting Erik from her handgun. Erik cuts the bullets in half with his Wakandan swords and throws one of them in the air. He then gets his claws from his suit and cuts Nakia on her side stomach. Nakia winces and holds the wound with pressure. Calantha worryingly goes to Nakia and as Calantha is there with her Erik is trying to fight Calantha. Calantha moves Nakia to a safe corner and leans her against the wall. 

Nakia places a hand on Calantha’s shoulder. “You need to finish this fight.”

Calantha placed a finger to her chest, “me? But why me?”

“Because you are a hero. You can save Wakanda. I believe in you.”

Calantha looked to the dining room area where Erik was at and nodded her head in determination. “Wait here, this won’t take too long.” Calantha cracked her knuckles and suddenly shape shifted into a rhino. She ran fast to Erik, Erik was enticing her, opening his arms like if this was a game. “So you can shape shift into animals and humans. Dam* too bad you couldn’t be used in something more...bad.”

Calantha ran to him and tried piercing him with her horn. But he dodged and instead hopped on the side of her. She was messing the whole room up! She trampled everything trying to get Erik off her side. Finally, Erik pushed his leg to hit her stomach and that sent her falling over. Calantha quickly turned into herself and grabbed her rifle. 

Erik already had blood on his face and cuts and bruises. Calantha was out of breath, her hair all disheveled and cuts and bruises on her too. 

“Why did you do this to me? You know I thought we had something special. I thought you was the one. But nah, you gotta prove to me that your like everyone else in this world. A liar!”

Calantha shot her rifle at him a couple of times and screamed, “I am not! Okay yes Erik your childhood, what T’Chaka did to you was extremely wrong. We are imperfect, my childhood was not easy. At least you had a father, I didn’t have either. I have been all alone all my life! But you don’t see me wanting to hurt others, no! No, I put my pain and heartache in protecting people, strangers. Just because something bad happens to you Erik doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on the world.”

Erik took his mask off, “Its not just the world! Its my pop, he was everything that I had. You didn’t know your fam, you didn’t know your dad so you don’t know how it feels like to lose someone.”

Calantha had tears in her eyes and she was shocked, “me? Don’t know how it feels to lose someone? I lost everybody I ever love in my life. All my friends outlived me and died while I was still breathing. I can’t die, Erik! So everyone I love, Nakia, this beautiful place, everyone I ever loved, will be gone but you know what I will still be here to go through all their deaths. This would of never worked out Erik...Because I could never watch the person that I love die while I still keep going on. Its just too much for me.”

Erik walked up to her and grabbed her hands, “I know you didn’t want to do this. But I ain’t got no choice.” Erik bent down and placed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips again. Calantha welcomed it and realized she was too in love with this man. She was in love with him too deep already and she didn’t know how to come out. She needed to make sure that Erik would be okay. Calantha quickly got a injection out of her pocket and stabbed Erik in his neck. 

“What the f-” Erik then fell. 

Nakia came running from the corner, “did you do it? Did you put the lethal injection in him?”

Calantha nodded, “he is better than gone.”

Nakia hugged Calantha and thanked her. “I have word my friend that they have found T’Challa!”

Calantha laughed and nodded, “I’m so happy. I’m glad I could help. Let me just take care of this,” she pointed to Erik. 

Nakia nodded and left. While Calantha ran to the waterfall and dropped him there. “Goodbye Erik, I know you were fighting because you were hurt. I’m sorry.”

In Calantha’s spaceship the beautiful melody of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles was playing at a low tone. She read her books about mythology and their wonders. Ate her snacks and just relaxed. She then heard a groan. Smirking to herself she got up and swiftly walked over to the groan. “Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?”

A figure moves from the sheets and stands tall and high, “like shi*, where did you throw me again?”

Calantha chuckled and kissed his lips, “the waterfall. I put the heater on in here to get you warm.”

Erik wore a grey hoodie and some sweat pants, with black socks. Calantha wore her jeans, hoodie and adidas. “You look good in that Calantha,” Erik complimented her. 

Calantha held his hand and brought him to a chair next to hers. 

“So where are we going baby?” Erik asked, embracing Calantha from behind. 

Calantha shrugs, “anywhere.”

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