#peter parker x reader insert

[omgrachwrites]

All Too Well - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After months of crushing on Peter Parker, you move upstate with your family and make a heartbreaking discovery.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 1433

A/N: Can't believe I haven't written for Andrew's Spider-Man! So here you go! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! Happy New Year, I love you all! xxx

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

The knock on your window startled you as you were packing your things into a cardboard box, a smile spread across your face when you saw that it was Spider – Man. A few months ago the superhero had fallen into your garden, dressed in red and blue, and missing his mask. He had been hurt and he needed help. Obviously, you weren’t a doctor but you patched him up as best you could and sent him on his way, but every time he was in the neighbourhood he came to see you.

You put the box down and walked over to your window, opening it with a grin, “hi, Peter,” you stood aside to let him climb through the window.

“Hey, Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled off his mask to reveal his handsome face, you blushed as he pulled you into a hug, “how are you?” he smiled, leaning against the wall.

You tried to stop your eyes from ogling him but it was hard when he was smiling at you like that with his hair all messy, “I’m good, how about you? Are you hurt?”

You walked closer to him, looking for any sign that he was hurt, Peter shook his head with a small smile as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “just some bruised ribs, I’m okay.”

You smiled, looking away from his eyes to look at his mouth and you looked back at his eyes, “make sure you put some ice on it.”

“Of course, Doctor Y/N,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he pulled away from you and went to sit on your bed.

You touched the place where he’d kissed you to find that it was warm, you wanted him, you wanted to kiss him properly but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship so you had to wait until he made the first move. He’d been coming to see you all this time, surely he had to harbour more than friendly feelings for you. How you wished that could be true.

He looked around at the boxes with interest, “are you moving or something?” he asked as you sat next to him.

You sighed and nodded your head, your family was moving upstate to Midtown for your dad’s new job, it was too far for him to commute. You didn’t want to move, you’d miss your school and your friends, you didn’t want to have to start afresh, “yeah, upstate,” you sighed, you’d really miss Peter too.

Instead of matching your glum energy, Peter smiled brightly, “I think you’ll love it upstate, it’s cool! And we’ll still be able to hang out, I’ll come and see you in your new place, if that’s okay of course,” he added quickly before he mumbled, “don’t wanna be a stalker or anything.”

You laughed with a nod, delighted that he still wanted to see you, you bit your lip as you gained the courage for what you knew you had to say, “why don’t you take my number?” you blushed, “then, you won’t have to search for the new place,” you laughed and shifted on the bed, you knee touching his.

The only reason why you knew Peter was because he kept coming to see you, you wouldn’t have known him any other way.

Your heart dropped when Peter gave you a pained smile, “a number comes with too many promises.”

“Like what, Peter?” you bit your lip as you watched the conflict play across Peter’s face.

“Promises that I can’t keep, look, Y/N,” he sighed sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear, “I like you a lot, but I’m not looking for anything right now, not with the whole Spider-Man thing. Please, understand,” he pressed his warm lips against your cheek again.

Peter’s words were still ringing in your ears as you watched him climb back through the window later on that night. You watched him swing away on his webs with a heavy heart until he was nothing but a speck in the distance.

About a month later you were looking down the hallways of your new school with a confused look on your face. It was your first day and you were very, very lost, you were too anxious to ask anyone for their help. You were about to go wandering again when you noticed a very familiar looking boy taking photographs just in front of you. Happiness and perhaps a little bit of astonishment filled your body.

“Peter?” you called out, grinning when he put his camera down with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t believe that he was actually here.

“Y/N!” he said with a shocked smile as you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, feeling his chuckle rumble in his chest. God, you loved his laugh, “what are you doing here?” he asked as he pulled away from you.

“I told you I was moving upstate, it’s my first day at this school,” you smiled.

“Wow, it, it’s so good to see you,” he smiled, almost looking dumbfounded.

You melted at his words, “look, Peter. I,” you blushed, hesitating as he looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you needed to tell him how you felt. You laughed nervously when Peter raised an eyebrow, “you see, the thing is,” you trailed off when a beautiful girl with white blonde hair walked up to Peter.

“Hey, you, who’s this?” she asked, looking at you with a kind smile.

Your eyes flickered over to Peter who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, “Gwen, this is my friend, Y/N, it’s her first day. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Gwen.”

Your heart dropped and sank to your stomach like a stone, quickly you managed to recover with a strained smile as Gwen spoke to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you liking Midtown so far?” Gwen smiled and you watched her link her fingers through Peter’s with a sick feeling in your stomach.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you forced a smile, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “I like it, though I’d like it more if I could find my class. Speaking of, I’d better find it,” you glanced up at the happy couple and pushed past them without waiting for an answer. You walked with your head down, finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

Peter cornered you at the end of the day while you were putting your books into your locker, “Y/N,” he started with a guilty look on his face.

“Leave me alone, Peter,” you sniffed as you slammed your locker door shut.

“Y/N, please!” he grabbed your arm gently as you tried to walk away from him.

You whirled round to look at him and scoffed when you saw that he looked like a wounded puppy, “don’t you dare look at me like that!” you hissed. Is this what it felt like to have your heart broken? “I feel like such an idiot, I thought you liked me. I tried not to look too much into it. But, I wanted to be sure,” you didn’t want him to see you cry but it was too late, “you kissed me Peter. Twice.”

“On the cheek. It was a friendly kiss, I do like you as a friend, you’re my friend, Y/N,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

Anger rose in your chest, mingling with the sadness, “then why did you lie? You told me that you weren’t looking for anything. But, you were, just not with me,” your bottom lip wobbled, “you should have told me, Peter. You should have told me the truth, you can’t have been blind to my affections for you, not after all these months.”

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” he reached out for you but you backed away.

“That’s okay, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you wiped your tears and your voice broke, “she’s beautiful, Peter. Gwen, really is beautiful.”

Peter nodded as he looked away from you, with a sigh you shook your head as you walked down the corridor, pausing to glance over your shoulder, “Peter?” with a hopeful sort of look, Peter looked up at you, “I don’t want to see you, or Spider-Man for that matter,” you looked away as a wave of sadness washed over you.

And that was how you left him, staring after you in that deserted corridor. So much for a first day.

[parkers-gal]

tom holland & co masterlist

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

i no longer write for any of these characters.

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

[writing-wh0re]

Request- walking in on Peter 😉

hehe I wonder how toms different characters would look when they 👀

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Parker x Female Reader (Headcanon)

Words: 713.

Warnings: Smut18+. Blowjob, Shower Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Praise.

A/N: I don’t know why but I kinda wanted to make this into a headcanon, because I haven’t ever done one and thought this would be a good door way ah. Also kinda took a different turn with Peter.

Okay so, Peter.

Peter would definitely jerk off after a mission and typically in the shower because he would want to relax his muscles and to release some tension.

He would think of you.

He’d remember the heavenly sounds you make as he thrusts in and out of you, the way your mouth would gape open with breathless gasps and sighs.

Peter would bring himself closer at the thought of your smooth slick pussy clenching around him. God he’d wish he could take you right up against this shower wall rather than use his hand.

You’d definitely startle him when you call his name, he’d be so lost in pleasuring himself that he would ignore his spider sense.

Catching Peter could go one of two ways, he would either completely stop and act like he was washing his body, hoping to find a release later.

Or he would maintain eye contact with you, letting the warm shower water wash over his body, knowing it would catch your eye.

He would smirk to himself as he watches your eyes fixate on his hand.

A moan would leave his lips as you undress for him hurriedly.

The speed of his hand would increase as he watched your clothes fall to the ground, Peter would bite his lip holding back his moans as his eyes wander over your breasts.

“Thought you could have fun without me?” You’d try and act all offended, but in reality you’d want him to push you against the wall and take you in every way he wanted.

“Want to help out?” His wink would cause arousal to pool between your thighs.

He wouldn’t have to ask you twice.

The second you stepped into the shower his lips would be on yours, his hands roaming your body, grabbing your ass and tweaking your nipples.

“I need you.”

The confession would cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach, he needs you to feel good, he needs you to make him cum.

You’d take control, kissing down his wet and glistening body, his chest would rise and fall quickly, waiting in anticipation for your lips to wrap around his cock.

The moan that would fall from his lips once you take him in your mouth.

He wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Peter would definitely fuck your thorat, he would want to be in control.

Holding your wet hair in a makeshift ponytail so he can watch you take his cock.

The way he would hold you against the wall just how you both had pictured.

His hands gripping your ass, his lips right by your ear, whispering.

“You take me so well.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Let me hear you baby.”

“My fucking pussy.”

Peter would definitely be possessive, he wants you to know that you’re his and only his.

Although possessive, he would also be gentle.

Wanting you to know how beautiful you are, soft kisses on your neck, moaning in your ear for only you to hear.

He wants you to know he is all yours, only yours.

But let's be real, the sound Peter would make when he cums.

It would make goosebumps take over your skin.

If Peter finished before you did, he would definitely eat you out until your legs were shaking.

He would take his time in tasting every inch of you.

Sucking your clit.

Maintaining eye contact.

Moaning every time you tug at his hair.

He would want you to feel as good as he just did.

And he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied he had reached that goal.

The aftercare, oh boy.

Peter loves you and he wants to make sure you’re taken care of.

In this situation, he would definitely wash your hair and massage your body as he lathers you in soap.

You’d most likely have matching pjs, at least shirts and you’d definitely wear them often.

For the rest of the night it would be cuddles and movies while snuggled up in his bed.

With a high possibility of round two.

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 9

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Tony reveals who Y/N's real dad is and Y/N confronts her family.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, maybe some cringiness???

A/N: Although @annies-marvel-imagines will no longer be posting more parts, she will still receive credit.

"Can someone please explain what just happened?" Clint asks as he sits against the wall of their cell. He flicks a piece of lint from his sleeve before looking at the others for answers.

"I'm sorry. Did you miss the part where Y/N kicked our asses?" Tony backtalks. It's evident he takes your betrayal extremely personally, more so than anyone else.

"No, I think I was taking my afternoon nap," Clint deadpans. "What I don't understand is why."

"This is all my fault," Peter sighs. His shoulders slump and the regret is clear as day. "If I hadn't let my guard down at the dance-"

Everyone in the cell groaned in exasperation. Peter and Tony hadn't stopped blaming themselves the entire time, and it was shattering the morale of everyone there as though their spirits weren't already broken.

"Now's not the time to be playing the blame game," Nat discusses. "We need to figure out a way out of here."

"We wouldn't be in this mess if Y/N hadn't stabbed us all in the back," Bucky mumbles under his breath. He knew that you were a good fighter, considering he and Nat were the ones who trained you. He just never imagined that you'd turn on him and everyone else.

"No," Steve responds. "Y/N wouldn't betray us if she didn't have a good reason. He had to have forced her or something."

"Sorry to break it to you," Ezekiel chuckles as he approaches the cell with you and Eloise by his side, "but I didn't force Y/N to do shit. Isn't that right, sweetheart."

"Yeah, dad," you reply. Peter seems to be the only one to notice how uncomfortable you were to call that man your dad.

"Dad?" Tony quotes. His face turns beet red, and, for a split second, you were afraid that a vein would pop. He stares at Ezekiel angrily before responding, "You-"

Before Tony could finish his sentence, Ezekiel pressed a button, causing a soundproof metal barrier to surround the cell.

"Don't worry about them, Y/N." Ezekiel laughed, beginning to walk away. "They'll get what they deserve soon enough."

"With our sponsor ready to move to phase two, we'll be unstoppable," Eloise added. You refrained from becoming visibly alarmed at the mention of a sponsor. It made sense that that would have explained how they could get a hold of such advanced technology.

"Your sponsor?" You questioned, trying not to seem too interested.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with," Ezekiel mutters, ignoring you in favor of questioning Eloise. "Has the shipment arrived?"

"Most of it," She states. They continue walking ahead of you, leaving you to wonder what the heck you've gotten yourself into.

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"Tony, is that true?" Rhodey asks. "Is that asshole Y/N's real dad?"

"You're kidding me, right?" Tony retorts. "Of course, that's not Y/N's real dad."

"Then who is he?" Steve questions, unaware of how Tony has been avoiding making eye contact with him.

"His name is Ezekiel Stane. His dad was my business partner until he betrayed me." Everyone nods their head, beginning to understand what was going on.

"And now he's using Y/n to get revenge," Steve finished. "Who is Y/N's real dad?"

Everyone looks at Tony expectantly. They're both eager to find out who your real dad is and curious as to why it is such a heavily guarded secret. Whoever it is, it can't be worse than the guy who is actively manipulating you as an act of revenge. When Tony fails to answer, Bruce speaks up.

"Dammit, Tony, this is important information," he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

"Banner is right," Steve declares, causing Tony to lose it.

"Fine! You want to know who her real dad is? It's you!"Silence engulfs the cell as everyone is too shocked to quickly process what Tony revealed.

"Is this a joke to you?" Steve's brows knitted in confusion and anger as he stared at Tony. Yet, the fear and bitterness that burned in his eyes told the truth. "I can't be Y/N's dad. It's impossible."

"You want to know how it's possible? Ask Fury," Tony seethed. He couldn't meet anyone's eyes, but he knew what they were all thinking.

"Fury knew?" Nat asks quietly, not ready to believe that Fury would keep something this important, something this profound, about you from her.

"Dammit, Tony. You had no right to keep this a secret," Steve yells as he begins to pace. The more he thinks about it, the more you look like someone from his past, someone he thought would be his future before he went in the ice.

"Didn't I?" Tony challenges. "Y/N is still my daughter."

"Now's not the time to fight about this," Nat mutters, still processing the information. "Y/N still thinks that that guy is her dad, and we need to find a way out of here."

"I don't think that Y/N thinks that guy is her dad," Peter pipes up. "You saw how uncomfortable she got when she called him 'dad', and I have a gut feeling that she's still on our side."

"I don't trust your spider-tingle, or whatever you call it. It's been wrong before," Bucky scowls, remembering one of the few times he remembers Peter's gut feeling had led them all into a few unpleasant situations.

"But I don't think it's wrong this time. I have faith in Y/N," Peter states confidently.

"I hate to say it, but the kid is right. Y/N is our only hope of getting out of here."

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"Would you fucking quit it? You're giving me a headache," Eloise fusses. At this moment, you'd give anything to shut her up. You came here to think, but all you could think about was how her constant bickering was distracting you. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

The two of you were in what Ezekiel called the "weapon room ." Although there wasn't a weapon in sight, you had a feeling that they were still in the piles of unopened metal crates that were stacked around the room.

"They're the Avengers," You tell her. "Aren't you worried they'd escape?"

In reality, you were more worried about helping them escape. You'd be lying if you said that you thought this out entirely through. You should have realized before you put your friends and family in a cell that you'd need to know how to get them out of it.

"Unlike you, I have faith in the cell Zeke created. There's no way they can escape without the remote," Eloise glares at you from where she sat. The dislike she had for you was more evident than ever, but you didn't have it in you to be sad about it. The sweet girl you became friends with months ago never existed.

"What remote?" You ask. Her eyes narrowed at you as though she were scanning you for any signs of betrayal.

"Like I'd tell you," she huffs angrily as she rises to her feet. Either way, learning about the remote gave you a new plan. "Unlike Zeke, I don't trust you for a second. Not when we've got your slimy boyfriend in a cage."

"He's not my boyfriend." The words, despite their truth, burned your mouth. Peter wasn't your boyfriend, but that didn't mean you didn't want him to be.

"Sure." The second she turns around to leave, you notice something peaking out of her pocket. This could be the remote, you thought. Then again, what if it isn't. Either way, you weren't going to pass up the chance in case it is.

"Eloise." She turns toward you, but before she could react, your fist collides with her jaw, causing her to collapse on one of the crates. You check to make sure that she stayed out cold before grabbing the remote.

You couldn't help the rush of anticipation as you make your way towards the cell. You weren't sure what you were going to say to them or if they were even going to hear you out, but you had to try.

"Okay," you mutter as you stand in front of the cell. You stare at the remote in your hand, and you click on the button that you hope would open it. Abruptly, the cell seems to unlock before a door popped open. Inside stood the shocked faces of your family, who you double-crossed.

"You guys probably hate my guts, but trust me when I say I had a good reason," you stated as you stared at their faces which were a mixture of anger, disappointment, and relief.

"Care to explain?" Nat crosses her arms dauntingly, prompting you to lower your head in guilt.

"Well..." You began, fiddling with your sleeve. "I'll start by saying that I made a mistake by trusting Eloise and Ezekiel."

"You think?" Bucky scoffed. You couldn't help the shame that washed over you at the sight of the disappointed looks etched on the faces of your two mentors. You knew it would take a lot to earn back their trust, but you hoped that this was a start.

"But when I realized that Ezekiel wasn't my real dad, I had to play along," you explain. You look up at everyone and hope that they'd understand. "I think that they're planning something big."

"Answer this. Did you start playing along before or after you kidnapped all of us?" Nat questioned. The look on her face is unreadable, which slightly unsettled you.

"It was the night of the dance," you confirm. You felt bad about ditching Peter that night. It wasn't until afterward that you remembered that Peter didn't like Gwen. Instead, he chose you. You just had to go and mess it up by choosing Eloise. "They started talking nonsense about Tony attacking them and how they needed to destroy the Avengers, so I played along to find out what their endgame was."

You subtly wince at the way Tony's face fell when you used his name, regret washing over you immediately. For all you knew, Tony is your real dad, and the file that Hydra had on you was one big lie.

"What do you think they're planning?" Peter asks. You meet his eyes for the first time and answer honestly.

"I'm not sure, but Eloise said something about their sponsor being ready to move on to the next phase." You let the severity of the situation soak before continuing. "They've already received truckloads of metal crates just like the one we got from that Hydra base weeks ago."

"The one with the red wax stamp?" Nat asks, meaning she remembered.

"Exactly."

"So, do you have a plan?" Sam asks, getting up from the floor.

"Yeah." A small smile made its way to your face as you look at your family. "I have a plan."

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Peter Parker Masterlist | breakablebarnes

Started: February 6, 2022 // Updated: April 10th, 2022

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Nightmares

You are constantly having nightmares about something bad happening to Peter.

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Dusk Till Dawn (Peter Parker x Reader)

Part 1

Summary: After a mission gone slightly wrong, Y/N hears something she never expected from her teammates and learns something that changes her relationship with Tony.

Warning: swearing (probably), violence, angst, hurt!reader, sad!reader, Peter being bad at flirting, 

A/N: This is a collaboration with @rosaliestark01. Part 2 will probably be posted on her account by next Friday. Credit for the GIF belongs to owner.

Read Prologue Here 

“Okay, we need to get in and get out.” Steve had been explaining the mission. We were supposed to look for a crate of weapons with a red wax seal on the lid. “We can’t let them know we were here at all. Got it?”

You all nodded your heads. This was the first mission you had been in two months. You were glad to be back on the field, but it was a little weird to be around so many of the Avengers at once. Nat, Steve, Peter, and your dad were all there. The rest were at the tower.

“Hey.” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Peter taking a seat next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Looking at Peter, he looks a bit different. He’s still handsome, but hair is longer and he is a bit taller than you remember. He just looks older in general.

“Thank for helping me and Ned out earlier,” Peter says. Earlier that day, Flash was being an assbutt and spilt chemicals all over Ned and Peter’s Chemistry notes. You didn’t have that class today, but you were still able to help them rewrite them.  “You’re really smart.”

“Thanks, Pete.” You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he complimented you, which has recently been more frequent. “You’re smart too.” Peter smiles, but then he becomes serious.

“So, are you still friends with Eloise Day?” Ellie had invited you to her house the other day. You didn’t understand why Peter didn’t like her. She was always nice to him. A part of you thinks that it was because she figured out his secret within a week after moving to Queens. Since they’re neighbors, she probably saw him sneaking back into his apartment or something.

“Yeah, why?” You still couldn’t figure out why he dislikes Ellie of all people. She was already one of the smartest students at your school. If Ned and MJ were able to figure it out, Ellie could too.

“It’s probably nothing,” He says as he fidgeted with his mask.  You could tell he was nervous about what he was about to say. “I feel like there’s something-”

“Alright. Get in, get out,” Steve interrupted.

Steve is the first to leave the jet. You try to follow, but you’re forced to sit back down and wait for the others to pass first. You figured that they just didn’t see you. Finally, Peter offered you his hand and the two of you were the last off the jet.

The base was bigger than you imagined it would be. Everyone decided to split up in order to make things easier. Not only would it be easier to remain undetected but it would make finding the crate a lot easier too.

You noticed a door that was left slightly open. After making sure that no one was there, you quietly entered the room. It was littered with boxes and crates. One of them had to be the one you’re looking for. After a few minutes of searching, you came to the conclusion that none of these crates was the one that you needed to find. Not a single one had a red wax seal on the lid.You were about to go look for it when something caught your eye. 

In the middle of the room was a fairly clean desk, but that was not what caught your attention. It was the giant red folder on top of it that had the word “classified” stamped onto it. Upon opening it, you realized two things. First, Hydra shouldn’t have any of this information. Secondly, finding out that an organization like Hydra has a file all about you is nothing short of frightening.

“What the-” You were too immersed in the fact that Hydra had any of this information to realize that you were no longer alone.

“Didn’t your dad teach you it’s rude to touch things that don’t belong to you?” You jumped, not realizing how long you had been standing there. Turning around, you inspect the man. He is definitely a lot bigger than you, but Nat had taught you what to do in situations where your opponent was bigger than you. Bucky had also given you a few tips. Unfortunately, none of those tips prepared you for situations when a fucking skyscraper was pointing some weird space gun at you.

The more Hydra soldiers you meet, the more you think that Hydra is just picking them up off the streets. You were lucky that this man was horrible at aiming. You dodged the blast, however, you weren’t expecting another guy to shoot you from behind.

“Y/N?” Peter asks through the earpiece. You don’t answer right away since you’re dealing with not one, but two Hydra soldiers. You use your knife and throw it at the man who snuck up behind you. The first guy tries to shoot you again, but something (or someone) stops him. Peter webs the guy up pretty good after taking his space gun away.

“Peter,-” You want to tell him about the file you just found, but you can’t when he interrupts you.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Yeah.”You say.  “I was shot but-”

“You were shot!” You refrain from rolling your eyes because let’s be honest here. If he had been shot you’d probably lose your mind.

“Peter, I’m fine. Look.” You hand him the file and wait while he looks through it. Although he is wearing a mask, you can imagine the look he probably has. You also notice the way he tenses up the more he looks through it.

“This is all about you” He states.“This is your whole life.”

“Alright, got it,” You both ear through the earpiece. It sounds like Nat found what you were supposed to look for.

“Come on, let’s go.” Peter turns to leave, but you stop him.

“What about this?” He looks between the file and you. You can tell that he is unsure about what he is about to say.

“We can’t let them know we were here.”

“Its a little too late for that, don’t you think?” You motion to the guy you threw a knife at and the guy who Peter had webbed to the wall. Whether you take the file or not, they would still know that you were there. Peter looks conflicted for a few seconds before he realizes that your right. Taking the file won’t make a difference now.

“Fine.” You quickly take the file and put it in your backpack. You didn’t know why Hydra had such a big file about you, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious about what they know about you. 

Peter had insisted on taking a look at your injury. You knew that he knew that you would be able to take care of it yourself, but it was nice to spend time with him. Today had been the first time you really talked in over a week. 

“So, it’s been a while since we hung out,” Peter says as he fixes you up.

“Yeah,” you agree. The last time that you and Peter hung out was two months ago when you went to the movies with him and Ned. Peter had left halfway through the movie because his Peter-tingle was telling him that something was happening. 

“Do you want to go see a movie next weekend?” 

“Sure,” you look up at him excitedly. There was this new movie that was out that you really wanted to see. You were sure that he and Ned would like it too. “I can pick you guys up this time.”

Peter looked at you a bit nervously before he spoke again. “Well, I was hoping that it could just be the two of us.”

Was this a date? You really liked Peter, but you had always figured that he just thought of you as a friend and that he harbored feelings for MJ. You could have sworn that you’ve heard him talking about how smart and pretty she was. 

“That’s fine.” Although you had a fairly calm exterior, you were internally freaking out. You were about to say something else when Peter’s eyes widen. He looked both confused and worried which made you think that he thought you were getting the wrong idea.

“How many times have you been shot?” You watch as his worried expression became stern. Although you were not expecting that, you realized that you should have expected it. 

Lately, you’ve been patrolling by your self. Peter was always busy, as well as everyone else, so you didn’t want to bother them about it. You hadn’t realized how used you were to patrolling with someone. You’ve been injured more times in the last six months than you had in your whole life. 

“That was the first time I’ve been shot. I’ve been stabbed three times.” Peter looked like his head was about to explode. You didn’t think it was that big of a deal. You knew how to take care of yourself. Yeah, you’ve had a few slip-ups, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t have handled.

“You really need to be more careful,” Peter sighs. “None of us want to see you hurt.”

“I know.”You squeeze his hand that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” 

You stood up and Peter gave you a gentle hug so as not to put pressure on your wound. 

“Okay, I’ll see you at school.” With that, you made your way out of the medical wing. As you passed the common room, you couldn’t help but hear that the other Avengers were having what sounded to be an important conversation.

“You know I’m right about this,” Rhodey said. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, but heard what he was about to say nonetheless. “The missions would be a lot easier without Y/N.”

“I know.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t believe that your own dad would so quickly agree with him. You and Rhodey had never exactly been that close, but what gave him the right? It was just one mistake! You hadn’t messed up on a mission in five years. Even then, it wasn’t that big of a mistake.

Nobody heard you slam the door to your room shut. Six months of letting them do their own thing and not trying to be a bother and this is the what you get? You wanted to hit something but instead settled for kicking your backpack. You knew it was your fault when a few papers spilt out, but it only further angered you. 

You began cleaning the mess when you remembered about the file you stole. You took it out of your backpack and decided to really look through it hoping it would take your mind off of the feeling of betrayal that you felt.What you hadn’t noticed back at the Hydra base was that there was a USB taped to the inside of the folder. You plugged it into your laptop and was shocked at what you were seeing. 

They knew everything about you. They had your medical records, your school transcripts, everything you’ve done for Shield, and where you worked. They knew where you were born, where you lived, and the route you took to school everyday. 

That wasn’t even the worst part. You though you knew everything about yourself. What you were now seeing made the betrayal you felt from Rhodey’s words seem like child’s play. You felt lied to and angry.

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Hello love!:) can I ask for 17, 22, 49 &107 with peter parker from the 200 prompts?

Hey, my love!  I couldn’t work out how to use prompt 22 so i just skipped it. i hope that’s okay!! 

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After two years together, you and Peter had seemingly pushed every button you could. You’d had arguments that had left in screaming and crying and slamming doors and not talking for days. But you always ran back to one another because, in the end, you needed each other. 

You loved each other. 

You had made each other jealous to the core, spitting words that made you both seeth and want to tug your hair out. He could anger you like no other and you could make him cry alone out of pure frustration.

But god forbid Peter got injured on a mission. The second you saw him fall on the field, serious or not you’d be by his side giving the villain that’d knocked your boy down absolute hell. 

And god forbid someone spit venomous words at you ��� usually because of who your dad was. You said it didn’t hurt but Peter new different. Peter was a hard boy to hold back and sometimes… there was no use in trying.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.”

The words lingered in your brain. Because Peter would take a bullet for you any day. He’d take hundreds if it meant he’d get to wake up to you because the majority of the time things were good. They were great. 

Soft kisses and pancakes for breakfast were how most mornings started. Draped in each other’s clothing and whispering words like ‘I love you’ and ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ It was pure bliss. 

That was also somehow what put you at each other’s throats. Because the two of you simply didn’t know how to be normal.

Peter had spent the majority of his teen and early adult years fighting crime and watching those around him drop like flies. There was his parents, uncle Ben, Tony Stark and most recently Aunt May and it hurt more then he’d let on to you – even to himself. Each death cut further and further. 

And you – you’d been raised as a weapon. Taught to kill and feel no emotion. Your first-ever hug was at age thirteen and the first ounce of love you received at age fifteen. But you felt so much emotion for Peter Parker that it was sometimes overwhelming and difficult to handle and Peter – god, he feared your safety every single day. 

“Maybe if you actually stop staring at her and talk to her, you might have a chance.” Ned had told him nearly 4 years ago, watching Peters adoring eyes watch the new recruit across the hall. She moves swiftly, never letting down her guard and Peter found that somehow she never slept. Yet the bags under her eyes proved to him that she was tired.

And Peter did have a chance because the flutter you felt in your heart the next morning when he bought you breakfast was a first but a feeling that you welcomed warmly (only with slight hesitation), and the one after that came when he sat next to you at the dining table and so forth. 

But somehow – after a series of trauma (most undealt with) you’d both been dragging each other on. Finding nothing but nonsense to pick and tear at and ultimately, tear each other apart. 

“I wish I’d never met you.”

Somehow the words sting. Almost like saltwater in a fresh wound. This fight was different than the rest and you realise that maybe you took the others for granted. The ones that ended in soft hugs and ‘i’m sorry’s’ over bowls of ice cream.

Peter had been pulling apart the threads that held you together.

“No… you don’t mean that.” You quieten down, lip quivering but you refused to cry in front of him. All anger is replaced with fear and sadness. “You can’t mean that.”

Peter swallows. He’s seeing red like the colour of his spider-man suit. Or the sickly red that seeped through your wounds last week after a ridiculously difficult battle. 

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

He wanted to feel like a teen again – young and in love, skating to the sandwich shop and kissing with lips covered in mayo. 

“Then get out and don’t come back.”

[beammeup-spidey]

Peter’s Mission - P.P

Pairing: Husband!Peter x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Language, and fluffiness ^-^

Summary: You leave clues around the house whilst Peter’s out doing his daily neighbourhood patrol, and when he comes back home it’s his mission to follow the clues to find you... and someone else.

A/N: Just wanted to say hi, and I hope you enjoy the story >.<

Masterlist

It was at this time that your husband should have come home from his afternoon patrol. He'd always come home to you there, adorning a massive grin upon seeing his presence.

This time when he came home at his usual hour, something was different. He ripped his mask from his face, quickly running a hand through his damp locks.

"Hey Y/N, I'm home!" He called, throwing his mask across the living room, till it hit the plush sofa sitting in front of the couch. He frowned. Usually you'd be in the living room, and would occasionally catch the mask if he'd thrown it that way. When there was no response he stopped walking, waiting for a sound to let him know you were there, but again there was nothing.

"Babe?" Only one of his brows raised, as yet again no sound came.

He walked toward the couch to grab back his mask, though as he did so he found a note attached to the back of piece of furniture. It was obviously written by you, and so his lips curled upward at the sight. Moreover, the note was carelessly ripped by the margin which nearly made him laugh, because you didn't put in much care into the presentation.

He read the first few lines of your handwriting. After you read this line, please read out loud the rest of the clue.

"Oh so this is a clue," He said out loud, piecing together that you must be hiding somewhere close by. "I will find you, I'll make it my mission!"

He turned back to the piece of paper and read it in a loud voice, "You have found the first clue, but this is only the first of four. Peter, I know you must be wondering... why the hell isn't my wife here right now? Well, you'll have to work your way to earn my attention--" He shook his head with a laugh "--To find the next clue, you'll have to search where the monsters hide. Quickly, before they collect your screams for electricity."

He checked the back of the note. That was the end of clue number one.

"'Where the monsters hide'." He laughed again, running another hand through his hair, "I love the Monsters Inc. references, babe!" With the mask and note in hand, he made his way to yours and his bedroom. Peter was curious as to whether there was a surprise by the end of the mission or not. In any case, if this strange treasure hunt was just you being bored and trying to have fun then he wasn't complaining, because so far he was beyond excited.

He placed the mask onto the foot of the large bed and got down onto his knees. A small gasp passed his lips as his eyes made contact with the second clue, positioned under the bed. Slowly, he made his way to sit onto the soft mattress, reading aloud for you - wherever you were - to hear. "Congratulations, Spider-Man -- Thanks, Y/N -- you've found clue number two! The answer to this question should help you continue... Why did the bee marry? This is a joke, right? I must have said to her before." He paused for a moment to think. "Aha, Because he finally found his honey!" His shoulders jiggling with small laughter as he stood up. "So, is the note in the kitchen? Maybe?"

With that conclusion, he sped through the apartment past the living room into the kitchen. All the while his smile grew and his heart pounded against his chest at the thought of getting closer to you. Just as the clue had prompted the next note was folded under the jar of honey, close by the fruit bowl on the counter.

He took the note and flattened it out onto the table. "Getting closer, love, getting closer. Just you wait, Y/N! You better be ready once I find you..."

Peter quickly closed his mouth, and froze, listening in to any sound, a hint of movement perhaps. Nothing again. You were certainly good at hiding.

He read on with not a minute to waste, "The fourth clue may well be in your hands. That is, I retrieve this item by the couch where I stand. When you come through the door and I give you kisses that are so grand. I hope this clue will help you, I know you'll understand... And a winky face, that can't be a good sign."

With a sigh he leaned back from the table and fiddled with the gloves of his suit in thought. He closed his eyes, picturing the moment he'd walk through the door every day. "When I come home Y/N is usually by the couch. But she's never holding anything... 'I retrieve this item'... OH! My mask!" He ran back to the bedroom, and snatched up the said item, looking inside, shaking it, trying to find a note, a piece of paper, anything. He hadn't noticed anything inside it while on patrol, so how could you have put a clue in it?

Peter's eyes widened in a revelation and he slid the material over his face.

"KAREN—."

"Hello again, Peter."

"Did Y/N get access to you in the past few days?"

"Yes, a day ago, in fact. She told me to keep it a secret until you'd find the third clue."

He smirked, loving the way you managed to get to his suit when he wasn't looking. It was rather thrilling and made you more endearing.

"Can I please see the fourth clue?"

No more was said by the Artificial Intelligence, instead a video popped into his mask's vision, zooming in and then playing.

You were there, most likely holding your phone to film. Your smile was cheeky, and you wore the same outfit from two days ago.

"So... you found the last clue?"

Peter snorted at your Captain America impression.

"It feels weird filming this now, knowing you'll only watch it in a few days, but anyway, you're probably wondering if there's even a catch to this whole..." Your voice drifted off, trying to find the next few words, "this whole mission or quest. Well, I'm happy to let you know that you haven't wasted your time. There is something waiting for you. Now, you'll have to be very patient..."

"What is it?" Peter giggled. Your voice had slowed dramatically and turned very soft.

"Because our surprise won't be here for nine months."

"N-N..." His heart flipped, cartwheeled, somersaulted, finally putting pieces together. Recently in the mornings you looked 'green around the gills' as Peter observed, and you'd picked up strange cravings. How had he not seen it sooner? He needed to see you.

"Peter." Your voice snatched him from his thoughts and his wild heart beating. Only, it was still you from the video talking. "Take off your mask, love."

He didn't need to be told twice as he yanked the mask right off, making it fly through the air and land on the ground with a small splat.

"Y/N, get over here now. Where the—?"

Two small taps on his shoulder ensued, and as soon as he felt your familiar touch, he spun around. Laughing heartily as he scooped you up into his arms, hugging you tightly. You let out a little squeal at his sudden action, however quickly laughed along with him as he swayed you from side to side.

After a moment he stopped, looking down at you with literal heart eyes, only they were slightly blurred by the edges.

"You're fucking pregnant." He whispered.

Not knowing how to respond due to the sheer excitement of having finally told him, you nodded in response and bit your lip.

"You're really pregnant..." Not even believing his own words coming from his mouth a joyful tear rolled down his cheek, making you both share a giggle. "Oh my God, I'm so happy. I'm—."

With a pull of his neck, you planted your lips onto his. It was short, but let Peter know how much you loved him without having to say anything.

The kiss lingered on his lips when you pulled away, and he wanted you to do it again.

He placed you down onto the bed behind him, and then knelt down between your legs which hung over the side of the bed. "Why didn't you just tell me straight up, instead of putting on this mission thing? Baby, how long have you known?"

"I wanted it to be fun," You answered sheepishly, fiddling with his gloved fingers. "And I've known for a week now."

"A week? Just to set this up? I mean it was fun but... slightly flawed in that you should've just told me, or showed me the test result, you know?"

His cheeks rose further up his face when you responded with a laugh. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

"I hope you don't plan on telling everyone else the same way you told me."

"Oh, not a chance!"

He squeezed your hands, "You haven't told May yet have you?"

"Of course not. You know she wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from you."

"You're right. I'm the only one who knows, right?"

You nodded, "The only one."

"God, I love you." He leaned forward again and kissed your lips, letting his hands rest on your hips.

"I love you too, Pete." You brushed a hand over his forehead, moving any stray hairs back away from his eyes, and wiping a tear "So much. You're going to be such an awesome dad."

His eyelids hovered in a loving gaze, thankful for your compliment. In a smooth motion, Peter had let his hands fall to your waist, close by your belly, causing you to lean slightly back, allowing him access to your midriff.

Your heart melted, as he began to speak. "Hey little one. It's your dad, haha. I hope you don't give your mum too much trouble during these nine months. I'll be right beside her, and supporting her, but I'll need you to do the same because she's going to be doing a lot of work."

When he said 'mum', he looked up at you in pure adoration. It made your heart melt all over again, and your stomach to fill with butterflies - the same butterflies that had appeared back when you were both 17 years old, the first time he confessed his feelings for you.

"We're super excited to meet you, baby." With that said, your husband placed a kiss on your stomach, despite the material of your oversized shirt covering your bare skin. You grabbed his hands and put your lips on his knuckles, looking down at him with a suggestive eyebrow.

"Should we tell Aunt May now?"

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death by thousand cuts // peter parker x reader

a/n: good old angst and there's mention of depression & anxiety in the end. based on taylor swift's song.

I dress to kill my time

she looked out the window, this whole "being spider-man's assistant" thing was getting harder than y/n had anticipated. I mean, she mainly had to order his organic food or be nearby and hand him his suit whenever he had to leave for a secret assignment or help him write reports, but all of that was about to get ten times more difficult.  she despised the whole "he might be dead" feeling that always came flooding in whenever he was gone for long periods of time. 

the amount of stress that y/n received was not a walk in the park in the slightest extent. but what was really not easy was working for your ex. don't get her wrong, peter was extremely nice and whatever, but imagine trying to hate your ex because things ended off badly and on top of that you have to worry about him being killed or sent to another dimension or….the possibilities are endless.  it takes a toll on you! 

y/n was completely and utterly tired. having to manage your feelings on a whole break up that occurred less than forty-eight and having to see the person that broke your heart tends to do that. 

"you okay there y/n? you've been looking out that window for at least ten minutes now," sam asked as he snooped through the refrigerator. 

y/n quickly pretends to snap of whatever and look at him. his grin faltered as he saw her eye bags. 

"stop that, I'm okay sam." y/n warned him. she, like any normal person, hated being pitied.  sam raised his hands in surrender.

"you could leave early y/n, he's not coming back until tomorrow. there's no need for you to be here tomorrow." sam spoke softly.

"you don't think I know that sam?" she snapped. god, y/n with just three hours of sleep was rude. she quickly whispered an apology.

sam decided to push the conversation a bit farther. peter had come in the previous night, revealing that they had broken up and pleaded for them to not make a big deal out of it, and was about all they had gotten. y/n came in the morning, quieter than usual. 

the man walked to her and wrapped his arm around her, "what's wrong y/n."

y/n closed her eyes and sighed. she could feel her throat tightening.

"he just went off without even telling me he had been called. he breaks up with me and in less than forty-eight hours just disappears."

tears were now running down her cheek. sam pulled her into a tight hug and his chest was soon covered with tears. he remained quiet, knowing that words would not help.

"I'm his fucking assistant and he still didn't tell me anything," y/n croaked.

. ..

I take the long way home

it had taken a lot of convincing for sam to let y/n go home alone. she quickly explained to him that being alone felt better and it'd calmed her down. he knew that was a lie but letting her go nonetheless. seeing her cry just once had broken his heart and he knew if he went with her, his pitying eyes would cause her to break down once again. 

she drove downtown, taking her time. yeah maybe those behind her weren't too happy, but she did it regardless. 

the low music kept her distracted from her own thoughts. without it, it'd be just too easy to start thinking about a certain someone.

an orange light comes into view and she slows down, not being in much of a hurry. she looks to her left and notices a small store with a dummy wearing a spider-man outfit.

y/n quickly looked up, not wanting to see the dummy. how could a stupid outfit make her heart break all over again? 

with her luck, y/n would see ten more of those before she gets home. it was kind of funny though, when they were together, she'd snap pictures of anything spider-man and send them to peter. 

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright

"I'm such a baby, we only dated for a couple months and I'm over here crying as if it was years. I'll be alright," she said out loud.

she kept on repeating this. she almost (not really) believed it when she saw a text appear on her phone. 

sam

hey, just wanted to let you know that peter did come back tonight. I didn't want you to find out tomorrow when you get to work.

They say, "I don't know"

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               ..

"oh my god y/n! what are you doing!" sam squealed. y/n bit her tongue and snorted. the look on sam's was too priceless.

"I didn't mean to scare you!" y/n explained in between giggles, "I'm just looking for the notepads."

"notepads? girl do you know where we are? get yourself a damn ipad!" sam lectured her.

"are you gonna give the money to get another ipad?" she snapped.

"I ... another?

"I left it in peter's apartment."

sam's eyes widened, he had fucked up again. 

"she's gonna start crying again, shit." sam thought.

"kidding, I'm barely charging it." she confessed.

"you little shit!" I'm gonna-"

"who's a little shit?" wanda asked out of the corner. other's came behind her, peter being one of them.

"y/n! she-"

"I jumped out of the closet and scared him." y/n butted in. 

"ah, a classic." bucky pointed at her. y/n mouthed a thank you and bowed, the others laughed at her gesture. sam, being a prick, pushed y/n. she closed her eyes, waiting for her to hit the ground. 

y/n felt a pair of arms catch her, they felt too familiar.

"you're okay, I got you." peter whispered. she opened her eyes and met a pair of dark brown eyes, they didn't look the same though, 

y/n wasn't sure how long he had been holding her for, but it felt like an eternity. his curls hung down close to her eye, looking so damn fluffy.

"my bad," sam interrupted, "sometimes I forget she's weak."

and with that y/n stands up straight. the others look around awkwardly, not wanting to make things worse for the two.

y/n patted her hair down, trying to distract  herself from the fact that her heart rate was through the roof. the last thing she wanted was to be blushy around her ex-boyfriend.

"yeah well you know what sam? a lot of people would rather be weak than be a dumb bitch." y/n disclosed. the others tried to contain their laughter, but failed miserably. 

"well this dumb bitch has saved humanity multiple times y/n," sam shot back.

"oh my, what would we do without you? it's not like we have a group of superheroes. oh wait- we do."

"wow y/n, after all I've been doing for you." sam pretended to cry.

"well now that that's over," thor said unimpressed, "we should do all the paperwork."

"you sure do like ruining things huh," y/n teased. she followed the others and went to the office, waiting for peter to come in.

And what once was ours, is no one's now

"we should change that," peter yawned as he entered the room. y/n followed his gaze and saw the nameplate on the desk, it read "y/n and peter"

"wow peter, you're so good at this huh." y/n uttered. who the hell says that to their recently dumped ex? I mean they were close, but it was too soon to poke fun at their short lived relationship.

"what- I didn't mean it in a rude way. I was just trying to cut the tension," peter explained with red cheeks.

"I know, but you don't… just type out the report peter." y/n sighed.

for the next hour and a half, the only sound that filled the room was the keyboard. 

"we have a meeting in ten minutes," y/n informed peter.

"I- where?" peter squeaked. he hurriedly put on his jacket.

"with mr. hardcastle. he wants to cover the mission and the reports," she hummed, not once looking up.

"oh. it's about us, I'll leave in a bit." 

"you might want to fix that cut first. you're bleeding all over the place," she told peter.

he groaned, this was great, just fantastic. y/n smiled remembering how he had no fucking idea how to mend his wound. peter was sometimes completely useless without her help. she opened the drawer next to her and got out a first aid kit.

"let me see, sit down." she sighed. he did as he was told, not meeting her eyes. y/n opened an alcohol pad and cleaned his cut.

"y/n! you should've told me it was next to my eye!" peter hissed.

"oh calm down. you can fight hundreds of people without flinching but I clean your cut and you cry like a baby."

peter pouted and proceeded to stay quiet. y/n saw the time and tried to hurry up. throughout the entire thing peter's eyes remained almost sad-looking.

"all done. we have like three minutes so I suggest we get going," y/n told the boy in front of her.

"what would I do without you y/n?" peter asked as they walked up the stairs. 

"the same things, the world clearly doesn't stop without me." y/n snapped. that had come out way more rude that she had meant.

she opened the door, trying to not look at him. she just had to open her mouth and say a dumb thing, a simple "don't know," would've been fine. 

she found two empty seats and made her way to them. at least they didn't have to talk go each other for this portion. 

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I see you everywhere

y/n walked to her car half asleep. for the last four days he had been doing nothing and now she was back to full gear. 

after the meeting she had to do a bunch of more paperwork so she didn't see peter again. 

"god bless," y/n uttered.

she suddenly stopped in her tracks. from the corner of her eyes she could see a figure coming towards her and a chill went down her spine. 

she discreetly pulled out a gun from her work bag. she was about to shoot when she saw who it was.

"you fucking moron. I was gonna shoot you." y/n said shaking. she put her gun down and breathed in deeply.

" 'm sorry. I was trying to catch up to you. good to see what you'd do in a real situation," peter spoke.

"what do you want?" she said weakly. 

 the only thing we share is this small town

peter coughed awkwardly, "you have my apartment keys… I kind of need them." 

this was great, y/n didn't have them with her and she was certain they were at her house.

"they're at my house," y/n said. peter gave a small oh and just looked at her. 

"we could get them and I'll get a cab to take me home."

y/n nodded and the pair walked to her car. to say the car ride was awkward is an understatement. y/n cringed the entire ride. she took the quick route and played music, not interest in small talk.

"you can come in if you want," y/n said as she turned off the engine. peter thought about it for a moment and decided to get off. 

she opened the door and out came out a small cat. peter looked at it caught off guard.

"did you get a cat?" he wondered.

"yeah… she was sam's assistant but she had to get rid of it." y/n explained as she rummaged through the coffee table. she could have sworn she left them there.

"you got pretty close to sam," peter mumbled. y/n laughed, like full on tears in her eyes.

"you swear huh." 

peter looked at her confused.  what was so funny?

"you break up with me, leave for two days and try to make a joke about the situation. and then you go on to insinuate that in just one day that something is going on between sam and I just because I go this assistants cta? peter parker,  you should've became a comedian."

peter stayed quiet, too stunned to say anything. she ignored his gaze and kept on looking for the damn keys.

"y/n, I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought that-"

"why did you break up with me?" y/n blurted out. it was been bugging her, she needed to know.

peter sighed, he didn't want to do this at right then and there.

"come on, I can handle it peter. just tell me," she cried.

"things weren't the same as when we were just friends y/n. we wouldn't act the same, I missed my best friend."

You said it was a great love, one for the ages

"but we were in love peter. you told me you’d do anything for me, you said we’d be forever. didn't the love out weigh the need for your best friend? you couldn't just remind me to be both?" y/n fretted.

"it didn't," he confessed, "I couldn't, not when you don't joke the same way. not when you can't tell your best friend how broken and alone you feel because then your girlfriend knows. and your girlfriend can't know because she'll think it's her when I reality it's everything; it's just life and it's just all the things that you're afraid of are crashing in. not when you feel like can't breath out of nowhere and it feels like a death by a thousand cuts is approaching y/n."

But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?

[xcosmicons]

Smitten || P.P

okay before i start, i shit you not i’m a horrible writer. i’m trying okay? y’all can help me improve though by criticizing my work. anyways, enjoy!

Peter Parker x Sister! Reader

Summary: Peter takes care of his sister who’s pregnant

Note: Reader is older than him

Peter was the last one to know, he was slightly upset about that. What’s even worse is that he found out through a text message, which is probably a horrible way to deliver such massive news.

There he was, scrolling through the internet like any usual teen these days. And then suddenly a message pops up.

‘hey,’ it read.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows.

Y/N never usually messaged him at this hour, she was at work so she must’ve been busy. What even confused him more was the message that followed.

‘I’m pregnant.’ it read.

‘Please say sike.’

And that was pretty much it. At first he was a complete mess, he spammed her with messages and calls containing numerous questions about the situation. 'Why?' 'How?' 'Who?' 'When?' Emotions mixed around in his head, there was happiness, anger, but mostly it was confusion. After all, he was just a teenage boy.

'I'm not ready to see a little me running around the apartment," Peter whined loudly with a hint of fear.

She rolled her eyes.

"First of all, he or she my child so he or she is gonna be a mini me, not a mini you." She then flicks Peter's forehead. "And also, I won't be living here."

"What?!" And thus pure panic surged through Peter, he didn't want her to move away.

Arguments ensued for hours, but eventually it all died down. Peter just asked questions about what was Y/N's plan, of course she answered properly. The plan was she'd stay for the first two trimester, she'd then move into her apartment that she shared with the father on the third trimester.

It took awhile for Peter to get used to the situation. But eventually, he was basically smitten. He'd always ask for updates on the baby, he'd go along with the checkups, he'd basically meddle with the baby's entire trimester.

"Come on, just put the headphones on your belly!" He hissed while trying to catch her flailing arms.

"The Mozart effect isn't real!"

"Yes it is!"

"Y/N stop moving around to much, think of my nephew slash niece!"

"Then stop trying to touch my tummy!"

"No!"

It was ridiculous, but the two were siblings. And Peter loves his sibling. Although sometimes he loves his sibling too much, he'd be overly-protective over her and the baby.

"You're supposed to be eating healthy Y/N!"

"Potatoes are healthy!"

"Those are french fries!"

Y/N pretends to hate it, but she loves her overprotective little brother. She doesn't mind at all. If he was already incredibly loving now, she couldn't wait until she tells Peter that he's going to be the godfather.

[omgrachwrites]

You're My Home - Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death

Words: 2191

Disclaimer: This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn't belong to me!

A/N: So, I think the other parts are gonna be a bit longer, this was just an intro really! I promise that Peter and Y/N are gonna properly meet in the next one! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, let me know if you want to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter One - The Writing in The Glass

You shivered as you walked down the street in the freezing cold, your manager at the shitty little restaurant that you’d been working in since graduation made you do an extra shift. As a result, you’d missed your bus and you hated getting the subway, you felt really unsafe when you did decide to get the subway. You couldn’t wait until your car was out of the shop, it had to go in for a service the other day. So, walking seemed the lesser of the two evils. You had to look on the bright side though, it had stopped raining about ten minutes ago.

A wave of cold water washed over you, making you gasp as you glared at the car which had just drenched you by driving through a lake sized puddle, “jerks!” you yelled after the car, knowing that it was futile. As you wrung the water out of your hair you sped up your pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

As you got to the porch of your house, you sighed as you spied your parents through the window, sitting in the living room. Your stomach filled with dread and it was almost laughable. What person would ever dread seeing their parents? If more people had parents like yours then you were sure that they’d understand. You reluctantly made your way up the porch steps and into the warm toasty house. You glanced at the fireplace in the living room, and sure enough it was blazing away.

“You’re late, Y/N,” you heard your dad say, and you rolled your eyes, you didn’t realise that you had a curfew at the age of 22.

“My manager made me do an extra shift and I missed my bus, you know that I begrudge getting the subway,” you replied, hovering in the doorway of the living room. Your little brother, Sam smiled at you, it felt like he was the only person in the world who loved you.

“We’re going for late dinner tonight,” your mom said without even looking up from her laptop.

You knew that ‘we’ meant her and your dad, so you grinned over at Sam, “want to get some pizza, squirt?”

Sam bit his lip and looked at your dad, “Sam’s coming with us, I trust that you can sort your own dinner out?” your dad sneered at you.

Even though you were used to your parents dismissing you like you were nothing, you still felt a stinging in your chest but you tried not to let it show on your face. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset.

“I think I can manage,” you scoffed before shaking your head and turning around and running up the stairs, taking two at the time, you wanted to get away from your parents as quickly as possible. You hated living here, you thought college was your ticket out of here but NYU was the only school who had accepted you and you couldn’t afford to move out. You had even had to take a GAP year after graduating from University so you could work in your spare time.

You were hoping to do a Master’s degree in Philadelphia so you could finally get away from your parents and out of New York. New York just wasn’t home. You threw your bag onto your bed as you walked into your en suite to start your shower. As the water was heating up, you sat on the edge of your bed, and looked at the framed photograph on your nightstand.

It was a photograph of you when you were a kid at the fairground with cotton candy all around your face, you only partly remembered that day but one thing you did remember was how happy you were. You’d gone to the fairground with your parents and your dad had bought you the biggest bag of cotton candy that you’d ever seen, even though he knew you’d get it all over your face. Your dad must have been a different person back then.

Another memory that was your favourite was when your dad gave you a nickname because you having a rough time in elementary school and the nickname made you feel like you were someone else, if only for a little while. The weird thing was that in both of those memories, you couldn’t remember your dad’s face, maybe you just couldn’t imagine him being a good father.

You took the photograph out of the frame and smiled as you turned it over and read the inscription, ‘to my MJ, love Dad xxx’ MJ was your nickname, though he never called you that anymore. With a sigh, you put the photograph down and walked into your bathroom, the mirror was all fogged up from the steam of your shower so you wrote on the glass.

‘I don’t belong here,’ you thought it would make you feel seeing it written out, it didn’t, really.

You spent so much time in the scalding hot shower, and it was only when you heard the front door slam closed that you got out, and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around your wet body. You screamed in surprise as you looked up at the mirror to find there was a message on the glass, a message that you certainly hadn’t written.

‘Um, hi? Is this like in Harry Potter where he writes in Tom Riddle’s diary and the diary writes back to him?”

You frowned, more curious than scared. What the hell was Harry Potter? And, how was someone writing on your bathroom mirror? This had to be some impossible joke, this was impossible. In a weird sort of trance, you rubbed out the message and wrote on a fogged part of the glass.

“What in the world is Harry Potter?” a moment later you watched in disbelief as you watched the writing go across the mirror.

“You’ve never heard of Harry Potter? That’s sad :( it’s the series where a kid finds out he’s a wizard and he goes to a magic school, does it not ring a bell?”

You laughed at the reply as you wracked your brain, you were very sure that you had never heard of Harry Potter, “nope, I’ve never heard of it! Hey, you’re not a ghost, are you? I mean I can see your replies being written across my mirror so the most logical explanation is that you’re a ghost.”

You eagerly awaited the reply, your mood had improved drastically in the past couple of minutes. The reply was taking a little longer, it seemed that this stranger was taking their time curating their response, “I am not a ghost, thank you very much!! My name is Peter! Maybe you’re the ghost, after all, you did write the first message!”

You laughed as you dragged a comb through your wet hair, the person you were speaking to – if there was anybody even there – was a boy, “I’m not a ghost either! I’m Y/N, how old are you?”

“Y/N? That’s a real pretty name, I’m 22. How old are you?”

Your cheeks heated up at the compliment but you refused to acknowledge it, “me too.”

Later on that evening, you made yourself some dinner and put on a shitty horror movie, all the while thinking about Peter, it was impossible to be conversing with someone through a mirror. Maybe, maybe you had finally cracked, were you so lonely that you had imagined the whole thing? Was Peter merely a figment of your imagination.

That night you were having a hard time falling asleep so once again, you walked into your bathroom, breathed on your mirror to fog it up and wrote a message to Peter, “Peter? Are you awake?”

About half an hour later, a message was scrawled back across your mirror, “yeah, Y/N. What’s up?”

You bit your lip, if somebody was impossibly on the other side of the mirror, you didn’t want to overload all your feelings and insecurities but you had to tell someone, “nothing, it’s just I’m sorry about before with my whole ‘woe is me’ act, my parents are complete assholes,” calling them assholes was putting it lightly but you didn’t want to go into full detail.

“Don’t even worry about it Y/N! I’m sorry that they’re being assholes, that shouldn’t be their job. Look, I know that this is completely crazy and I don’t even know if you’re there, I could be talking to myself but if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m just a message away.”

You smiled, you wanted Peter to be real, “thanks, Peter. I just can’t wait to get out of here,” you sighed and sat back, now that you thought about it, you could run away without a trace, all you had to do was wait until your car was out of the garage and you had to wait about a month and a half before your parents left the country to go on holiday. But, you could run away, you had to run away.

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May Parker looked up in surprise as her nephew walked through the door, Peter smiled at her as he walked over to the fridge to grab a soda. Aunt May narrowed her eyes at him, confusion etched on her face.

“What?” Peter asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

Aunt May shrugged before she turned back round to the stove, “I wasn’t expecting you for dinner tonight. I thought you had a date.”

Peter sighed, the guilt curling in his stomach like a monster, “I thought that I was ready to date but I’m not, flirting is all well and good but I’m not ready for something real,” the memory of losing Gwen still killed him, knowing that he hadn’t been strong enough to save her was the worst kind of torment.

Aunt May nodded understandingly as she kissed his forehead and brushed his hair back, Peter was very grateful that she knew what he was going through and she knew exactly how he felt, “take your time, you loved Gwen so much, there’s no rush to move on, sweetheart,” she smiled, “meatloaf okay for dinner?”

Peter nodded with a smile, “yeah, sure,” at least it wasn’t spaghetti again. He made his way up the stairs and threw his bag on his bed with a sigh. Peter wanted to speak to her, he wanted to speak to Y/N like he had done for the past month. He wanted to know whether she was real or not, she was his friend. But, there was no way to see her.

Peter walked into the bathroom, fogged up the glass so he could write to her, “you there, Y/N?” as he awaited her reply, he decided to get changed into his comfy clothes, wincing as he brushed against a bruise on his body. He’d received multiple cuts and bruises, along with a gun shot from a crazy guy called ‘Kraven the Hunter.’ Just when he thought super villains couldn’t get any crazier, they always seemed to surpass themselves.

A couple of hours later, Y/N replied, “hey, Pete! I’m so sorry, I had to work overtime if I want to move out of my parent’s place!”

Peter smiled as he rubbed out the message and wrote back, “no worries! You really work long hours at this restaurant. Where is it? I want to come and see you, if that’s okay?” he bit his lip, hoping he wasn’t being too forward.

“I’d love that, Peter! I work in the newish French restaurant and bar just across from the park by the library.”

Peter frowned, there wasn’t a library across the park and there certainly wasn’t a French restaurant, “Y/N… there isn’t a French restaurant there, aren’t they just those fancy apartments.”

Y/N’s reply came back quickly, scrawled messily across the mirror, “uh, yeah there definitely is! I’ve been working there for over a year, Peter.”

Peter frowned, he’d have to go and have another look, he’d lived in the city for the whole of his life so he was sure he’d notice if a French restaurant popped up right where the fancy apartments were.

“Tell me about your day, Peter?”

“Well, I was meant to go out on a date this evening but I had to cancel at the last minute,” he paused in his writing, this wasn’t the first time he’d contemplated telling Y/N about what had happened to Gwen, but he just couldn’t, “I sent some more photographs to The Daily Bugle, the same old stuff really,” he was leaving out the bit where he stopped a bank robbery but he couldn’t ever tell anyone that he was Spider-Man. People got hurt when they knew, Gwen had been proof of that.

Before Y/N could write a reply, Aunt May shouted up, “Peter, sweetheart! Dinner’s ready!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later!”

As he was leaving the bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder and grinned at the reply that he saw across his mirror, “speak to you later, Peter! Xoxo’

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@idli-dosa @lizzieann143

[parkers-gal]

if you knew feelings P.P

wc: 900 (angsty fluffy, good ending)

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You and Peter had been dating for three weeks. Though it seemed every Avenger was against the idea of teammates being romantically involved (because of some protocol that they said Tony had, which he doesn't), neither of you cared for their opinions.

You liked Peter, despite the contrary to people believing you would have reason not to. He made you feel special and wanted and important, and he made you happier. And he was obviously whipped for you, wrapped around your finger and willing to do anything just to keep you safe. 

So, that's why it was so hard for you to believe you were even in this situation in the first place. 

Peter and you had been cuddling on the couch playing some of his video games when the group of supers had walked in, hands on their hips and stern expressions adorned on their faces. 

"What's up?" you greeted them with a smile. 

"We need to talk," Natasha said, motioning for the two of you to pause the game.

"It's important," Steve said. 

Peter glanced to you before grabbing the remote. "What is it? Is everything alright?"

"We feel it is in our best judgement if we have the two of you.." Steve trailed off, not sure how to word it. 

"You two need to break up," Sam concluded. 

Your expression changed completely, from worried to angry. 

"What the fuck? Why would we do that?"

"For the sake of the team-" Natasha started, but you cut her off. 

"Nat, for the last time! We've been over this! And I talked to Tony -- there's no protocol that you guys are using against us. You're trying to bullshit us in a game you don't know how to play."

"Don't take that tone with us," Steve warned. 

"Or else what? You're gonna make me stop feeling things?" You challenged, unafraid of the consequences. Peter was quiet, drinking in the conversation, not truly believing what was being negotiated. 

"We just think that for the sake of keeping things professional, that you and Peter should not be romantically involved."

"Oh so we can fuck but once feelings get involved it's game over?" 

"Jesus Christ," Bucky whispered. 

"That's not what we mean," Steve tried. 

"Right but that's what you're saying!"

"Nat's right, Y/N," Wanda cut in. "We should keep things professi-"

"Where was that five years ago when Natasha and Bruce were practically eye fucking, huh?"

"That was different!"Bruce defended himself. 

"Oh yeah?" You smirked, laughing sarcastically. "How's that? Is it because Pete and I are younger, is that it?" 

"Yes! Exactly. And because of that, you're naive and we fee-"

"Oh what the fuck do you know about feelings," you snapped at him. 

"I happen to know more than you," Steve said seriously. "There's no discussing, here. You two are over, and that's th-"

"If you knew anything about feelings," Peter's soft, quiet, damp voice cut in, silencing everyone. "then you would know that falling in love isn't a choice." 

Your eyes watered as his public confession, grabbing his hand with a thankful smile. 

"I don't want to know what made Peter cry," Tony's voice spoke up from the speakers. "But we need to talk," he finished, walking towards everyone. 

"Tony! Thank you! Tell the kids that the-" 

"They're not kids, Steve. We have no control over what they do and who they involve themselves with. They're both over eighteen, and we need to respect that," he concluded, sending you a quick wink. 

"Tony.." Natasha started. "You know we love you, but don't you feel it'd be better if the kids just di-"

"Look at it this way: at least now, they don't have to keep secrets from any non-Avenger; they don't have to lie about anything, and they can confide in each other for work related problems. And honestly?" He glanced to the two of you, "I think they're really good together."

You let out an exhale of relief, Peter squeezing your hand reassuringly. 

"Of course you'd side with the kids," Steve breathed out, annoyed and irritated. Natasha crossed her arms across her chest, nodding in agreement. 

"What the fuck does that mean?" Tony challenged. 

"I mean- ever since you and Pepper started working together and dating, shit has just been down the hill with the rules."

"I will have you know," Tony stood, chest practically against Steve's, "That she owns this building, and I have no problem escorting anybody who has an issue with her or us."

"It just makes sense," Bruce concluded. 

"Okay you know what?" you stood up, bringing Peter with you, hands still linked. "You can fight all you want about this, but I am not, for the life of me, ever going to stop seeing Peter. I can't stop seeing Peter because I can't stop feeling things for him. If you have a problem with that, save it for the wedding day," you finished, leading you and Peter out of the room. 

When you were down the hallway, Peter finally spoke. 

"Our wedding day?"

You swallowed, "You know- 'does anyone have any objections?'"

Peter's mouth formed an 'o' shape as he nodded, squeezing your hand again. When you reached his room, you closed the door behind you, and Peter engulfed you in a hug, arms wrapping around your figure as he whispered thank you's into your ear. 

"I'm so in love with you and it scares me."

You kissed his temple, "It scares me too. But I have you." 

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Hi slippy,

I’m feeling sick, so I was wondering if you had time of you could write a HC or a blurb about Peter taking care of sick reader

I would appreciate it

Awh Silky :(

Okay this is on my phone so I apologize for any mistakes or anything like that! *I will edit this more on my laptop*

Okay, Peter Parker HC for sick reader.

Peter would definitely be a stress head about it all.

He would of guessed that you were getting sick days before it actually happened.

Making sure you had enough water, vitamin C and tissues.

Even though you'd tell him you're fine and not sick.

Until he was right and you ended up unwell.

His care would definitely consist of cuddles, water refills, baths together and lots of your favourite snacks.

Peter would play with your hair while making sure you rested.

He would also watch tutorials on how to braid hair so while you rest he could give you a new hairstyle.

Aunt May would also give him a few pointers.

You'd be clingy when sick.

Wanting him near you 24/7 but would worry about getting him sick as well.

But he would still risk little kisses here and there.

Peter would also put different essential oils in your warm bath, ones he had asked Aunt May about.

And she was more than happy to help.

He would give you his hoodie to sleep in and make sure that it always had a spritz of his cologne.

Even if you couldn't smell it, it would still make your heart swell with love at the thought.

If you'd wake up in the night, Peter would help out without a second thought, by your side with a fresh glass of water and painkillers if needed.

A few days after you had recovered Peter would still be stuck by your side.

Making sure you kept up your water in take and ate a variety of fruits so you had all the natural vitamins.

Sure enough, after you had recovered, Peter would start to show similar symptoms.

Even when he ended up with the same sickness, it wouldn't stop you from sneaking little kisses, no matter his protest.

*I hope you feel better Silky, much love ❤️*

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 7

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and your friends realize that you’re in trouble, meanwhile Tony seeks advice from the other Avengers

Warnings: angst, injured characters, angry!Y/N

A/N: @annies-marvel-imagines will no longer be posting more parts, but she will still receive credit.

Tony paces around his lab, clearly thinking hard. Lately, that was where he spent most of his time. Currently, He was working on an upgrade for your suit. Usually, he'd have finished the upgrade weeks ago, but for some reason, it is never good enough, and he inevitably ends up scrapping it and starting over.

"Tony, you've been working for hours," Pepper says as she steps into the room. "Vision ordered pizza."

"I'm not hungry," he mumbles without looking up. This time, he was sure that he'd be able to finish the upgrade. Then, he'd be able to move on to upgrading Peter's suit, then his own.

"You've been saying that a lot lately." Pepper sighs as she walks up to him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Does this have anything to do with Y/N?"

"You mean my daughter who hates me?" He mutters under his breath, but she heard it nonetheless.

"She doesn't hate you. She's just going through a tough time." Pepper was a teenager once, and she'd had times where her relationship with her parents wasn't perfect, despite them wanting the best for her. All she needed was time, and maybe you do too.

"Pep, she can barely look at me." In all his years of raising you, Tony had never thought that your relationship with him would ever become what it is now. "Did I do something wrong?"

Pepper didn't exactly know what to say to that. She didn't think that Tony did anything wrong, yet how could she make him see that?

"Come and eat. Maybe we can all talk about it downstairs," Pepper finally said as she leads Tony to where everyone else was waiting.

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"Happy?"

Harley was currently poking Happy with a selfie stick he had found under someone's car in an attempt to wake him up. Unfortunately, it wasn't working, and Peter was starting to lose it.

"Dude, he's out cold," Harry groaned in annoyance that Harley actually thought that poking him could possibly wake him up. Harley rolled his eyes as he stood up, leaving the selfie stick next to Happy's motionless body.

Meanwhile, MJ was becoming fed up with Peter's constant pacing. She, and the rest of their friends, could clearly see that he was starting to lose his mind with worry, which was the least helpful thing at the moment.

"Sit down," MJ said to him in hopes that he'd calm down enough to think clearly. None of them could really be in the right state of mind while their superhuman friend was in panic mode.

"I can't-" He argued, and both Harry and Ned had to sit him down on a nearby bench. He seemed calmer, but not by much.

"Peter, just think for a second. Something isn't right," Ned exclaimed. It was pretty evident that something bigger was going on than just you going missing and Happy being knocked out.

"Yeah." Harley agrees, nodding his head while deep in thought, "Y/N goes missing, and Happy is out for the count."

"So someone took her?" Betty asks. Everyone was thinking it, but she was the first to say it aloud. It was scaring them how real this was starting to feel.

"Eloise," Peter huffed angrily. He should have known that she'd ruin everything, yet he allowed himself to let his guard down.

"Pete, Ellie didn't take Y/N," MJ sighed.

"Then who else could have?" He yelled. He was sick and tired of everyone seeing Eloise as an innocent misguided girl when in reality, she was the devil in disguise."I have told you guys since she moved here that she is bad news, but nobody listened! Now Y/N is gone, Happy is hurt, and I'm never going to see the love of my life again and-"

"Why would Eloise take Y/N?" Harley asked, not disagreeing with Peter though not wholly convinced. "What use would she have with her?"

"That's what I'm going to find out?"Peter stated as he stood up, his friends following close.

"You can't do that by yourself," MJ stated.

"I'll call Mr.Stark." ------------------------- "I dunno. It seems pretty clear that Y/N can't stand to be in the same room as him," Bucky stated bluntly, causing Steve to give him a light slap on the head.

"Buck," Steve scolded, but Bucky wasn't the only one who thought so.

"He has a point," Sam chimed in, although not wanting to be hit on the head like Bucky.

"Hey." Nat chastised. She's seen first-hand how much Tony cares about you. "It's pretty clear that Tony cares about Y/N. She is his daughter, after all."

"Does Y/N have a diary?" Rhodey asked, causing Pepper to glare at him.

"You're not going to read Y/N's diary," She states firmly. You deserve better than that. "That is a breach of privacy."

"So she has one?" Rhodey asks but quickly quiets down as soon as he sees the glare Pepper sends his way.

"Hey, it might give a reason for why she's so distant," Bucky mutters to the group, which provides mixed reactions. Few nod their heads in agreement, while few shake their head. Either way, they all have one thing in common, which is your best interests at heart.

"It might also give her a reason to distance herself even more. We want to gain her trust, not break it," Pepper argues sternly. She looks at Tony for backup, but one look at him tells that he is desperate for things to go back to the way they were.

"I'm gonna look," He finally says while getting up. Pepper gives him an incredulous look, so he continues, "Guys, this has gone too far. Whatever is wrong with Y/n has put her in danger. If Peter hadn't sensed that something was wrong, Y/N could be dead right now. I'm going to look."

For the past two weeks, he couldn't stop thinking about what could've happened at the bank. You could have died if Peter hadn't shown up. He was worried beyond belief that you'd not only die but die hating him.

"We all care about Y/N," Steve said, bringing some relief to Tony that at least someone was on his side. "She's a good kid, and as much as I disagree with invading her privacy, I do care about her safety. I think that any information could help. We need to get to the bottom of this."

Sighing, Pepper realized that maybe Tony and Steve were right. Something was going on with you, and she worried that it might get worse if something wasn't done soon.

"Well, I think it has something to do with that friend Y/N has been hanging out with," Bruce notes, causing everyone else to mumble words of agreement. Y/N hadn't started acting out until that troublemaker showed up.

"Agreed," Wanda said. "Nothing but trouble."

Everybody hesitantly makes their way into your room, and Nat's eyes immediately land on two flash drives, a red and a blue one,  next to your computer.

"Maybe these could be something?" She says, plugging the red flash drive into your computer. Suddenly, everything made sense. The flash drive was full of files about you that belonged to Hydra. It had almost everything to know about you, but the most concerning one shocked everyone.

"She knows I'm not her real dad," Tony sighs. Everybody, except for Pepper, seemed to be speechless. None of them woke up in the morning knowing that they'd find out that you weren't really Tony's daughter, much less discover that you had HYDRA files on your computer.

"What do you mean you're not her real dad?" Bucky asks, just as confused as everyone else.

"And you never thought to tell Y/N yourself?" Steve interjects sternly. This was something you had a right to know. Obviously, you'd get upset from finding out from someone else."Do you know who her real parents are?"

"That's not important," Tony snaps, causing Steve's blood pressure to rise. It seemed important enough to you for you to start shutting everyone out.  It's no wonder you couldn't trust anyone.

"It sounds like it is," He says coldly.

Before Tony could argue further, his phone started ringing. Judging from the ringtone, he could tell it was Peter, so he answered it quickly.

"What-?" Tony's exasperated voice was cut off by Peter's panicked rambling.

"Mr.Stark, Y/N's gone, and Happy is unconscious in the parking lot."

Everybody froze as soon as they realized what Peter was saying. Something had happened to you, and that was more important than finding out that Tony wasn't your biological dad.

"What?! What happened?"

"I don't know! She said she was going to the bathroom, and she never came back, and now Happy is lying unconscious in the middle of the parking lot, and I don't know what to do!"'

By now, everyone was panicking. This was definitely a million times worse than the bank incident because nobody knows where you are, who you're with, or what you're doing.

"Okay, just stay there. Someone will come to get you."

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"Are you going to tell me what the emergency is?" You ask Ellie as she drives you towards the city. You didn't need super senses like Peter to know that this was beyond suspicious. It wasn't sitting well with you at all.

"Your dad is hurt," she muttered, but you heard her nonetheless.

"My dad?" Worry began to flow through you until you remembered that Ellie had no way to know something like that.  "How? He was at the compound-"

"Your real dad," she agitatedly reminded you as she rolled her eyes. It made your blood boil how rude she was being. This wasn't like her at all, and you couldn't help but want to get as far away as possible.

The rest of the car ride was silent until you arrived at Ezekiel's apartment. It didn't look any better than when you were last there. In fact, it looked more run-down than it was before.

The moment Ellie pulled out a key to unlock the apartment, your suspicion grew tenfold. Why would she have access to his apartment?

"What happened?" You sighed as you both entered the apartment to find Ezekiel sitting on the recliner with a bloodied rag pressed to his side. It looked like he had the injury, but the pain didn't seem as apparent as it should. Your "dad" wasn't any better than she was, but that didn't mean that you let him get hurt. Still, he gave you the same weird vibes that Ellie did.

"Tony Stark happened," he barked. He suddenly stood up and began going through his drawers and sloppily throwing. "We need to get somewhere safe."

"Not until one of you tells me what the hell is going on," You say. Things were going so well until Ellie showed up. Now you have a headache and a possibly massive problem in the form of two suspicious individuals.

"Stark found out that you've been meeting with me," he explained, but you weren't buying it. The only people who knew were You, him, and Ellie. You even made sure that you weren't being followed.

"How?" You ask, crossing your arms, waiting for a good enough response.

"I don't know, but he showed up at my apartment and beat the living hell out of me," He retorted, his face scrunching up in anger.

You look at Ellie, who is standing by the door. To anyone else, it seems like she's just standing there, but you've had enough training from Nat and Bucky to know when someone is blocking an exit.

"I don't believe this." You mutter to yourself.

"You think I just happened to end up like this?" Ezekiel yells. You couldn't believe that you were stupid enough to fall for this. Their constant push for you to turn your back on your family was a huge red flag that you ignored. Not to mention you haven't forgotten that time that Ezekiel forgot your mom's name.

"What do you need my help with?" You ask, realizing that the only way out of this is to play along.

"I need you to help me destroy the Avengers."

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Silver Lining | One

Summary: Peter Parker left behind someone when he was snapped away. Now, he's back and you have to figure out what this means for the two of you.

Warnings: Not really.

Note from the Author: Hello, everyone! Please leave feedback if you're interested in seeing this story continued! It's something that's been floating through my head for a while now. Drop a like/ask/reblog if you enjoy this! Thanks a bunch! Happy ready, stay lovely. xx

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It was difficult to breathe. It wasn’t just because of the constant movement you were putting your body through. The fighting, it’s something you’ve done for the past four and a half years. Your body is decorated with scars and tender with muscles. It’s the air that is making it difficult to breathe. Dirt and debris are everywhere, and it’s continuously kicked up, flooding your lungs. You pant and grunt as you continue to fight Thanos’s army. You can hear the whoosh of Clint’s arrows and the clanging of Steve’s shield as it makes contact. You’re doing your best to keep up, making sure each blow counts.

It’s the second battle. You’re fighting alongside your friends for all that you’ve lost – all of the people you’ve lost. You do your best to not think about anything, swiftly pulling your blade through skin when you see it. Red, black, and gold. The glint of armor. The webs flying through the air and around your enemies.

“Peter.”

Everything freezes. His name tumbles out of your mouth in a whisper. You feel a flood of relief wash over you but then there is panic. Is this another dream? Is he really back too? Tony had told you Peter had been one of the ones taken. When you saw others come through, you knew there was a chance but you didn’t dare truly believe it.

Peter must’ve heard you say his name, because his mask is now down. His eyes are flying everywhere as he continues fighting. He’s trying to find you. You begin to run to him, dodging enemy blows and countering them. His eyes land on you and he gives you the smile you’ve only seen in pictures and dreams for so long. You crash into him and he wraps his arms around you.

“I told you I’d be right back.” There is humor in his voice, and, for a moment, you’re seventeen again. You’re watching him fly into space from your spot on the ground. You’re softer and naïve. Your life is still your own. Tears prick your eyes as you realize he has no idea. No idea how much time has passed for you, no idea what has happened since he’s been gone. You hold him tightly. “You feel different..” He murmurs.

“Duck.” You reply, pushing away to plunge another blade into an alien charging at you. When Peter stands back up, you watch as his eyes sweep over you. He’s assessing you, knowing that something is different but he can’t just place what it is. You brush your hair out of your face, suddenly thankful for the dust and sweat because it sticks in place. “We’ll talk later.” You try to give him a smile, feeling guilty suddenly. Peter only nods and webs an enemy to a piece of broken structure behind you.

Then, the two of you begin to fight. It’s like sliding on a glove, because suddenly you feel protected. Peter is there once again to watch your back, to do his best to keep the bad guys away. You work as a team, just like all those years ago.

The rest of the battle is a blur. You continue to go through the motions, and, finally, the dust truly settles. Tony is dead, and you feel your heart break. You set your jaw as you watch Pepper and Peter mourn. Gently, you place a hand on Peter’s shoulder, and he turns into you, still crying. In that moment, you remember that he’s still seventeen. Tony was his idol, his mentor, the father that he had in Ben and lost.

Steve is the first one to speak to him, “Queens, why don’t you go ahead and..”

“I’m not leaving.” Peter’s voice is firm, but you can hear the gravel in it. His voice is thick with tears. Steve meets your eyes and you only nod.

“Pete.. Let’s go.” You mutter, taking a step back. He looks up at you, eyes bloodshot. He’s wrecked. You look to Steve, hopeless for a moment as you bring yourself to your world today. There’s a request in your eyes, and Steve knows exactly what it is. You know it’s unfair for you to ask him. He’s hurting too, he’s tired too. But the Captain only gives you a small, sad smile, murmuring about how he’ll call Happy for you.

You pretend not to see the questions in Peter’s eyes as you wrap your arms around his torso. Peter feels a rush of anger and confusion. He wraps an arm around you before raising another to swing the both of you away from the battlefield. Peter can tell that there is something that he’s missing. There was an unspoken conversation between you and Cap. You look different, he’s sure of it even if he can’t quite place it.

The two of you swing silently for a few minutes. Peter can hardly take it, his emotions swelling in his chest and overloading his senses. He allows the two of you to stop atop a rooftop. Your feet skid as you try to regain balance. Peter isn’t holding onto you anymore, he allowed the momentum to carry him forward a bit. His shoulders are braced, staring away from you at the world around him.

“What are you not telling me?”

“I don’t..”

“Bullshit.” He barks, turning around to face you. “I can tell that you’re lying to me. What’s going on?”

“Peter, I don’t –“

“Just tell me!”

“I’m not –“

“Why is it so hard for you to talk to me?” His eyes are wild, flashing over you. He takes steps closer to you, desperate to be near you. However, you don’t meet him. You even step away from him. “Why are you moving away from me?”

“You were gone for five years.” The words fall out of your mouth again. Tears begin to fill your eyes again, and it makes you so mad. Mad that you had this time with Peter stolen away from you. Mad that you have to be the one to tell him what’s happened. Mad that he’s confused, he doesn’t understand because he wasn’t here. He hasn’t been here.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Pete, yes, you were.”

“What do you even mean?” He runs his hands through his hair, growing more frustrated and confused.

That’s when you allow the story to flow through you. You tell him about Thanos’s snap, how the Avengers lost. Fifty percent of all life was completely wiped out, and, for five years, the rest of the world was left to deal with that loss. You tell him about how life had to continue on, how those who were lost were remembered. Peter only stares at you, mouth slightly agape as he tries to comprehend. When you’re done, he turns to look out at the world again. As if he is seeing it for the first time.

“So..” Peter says after a few minutes of silence. He tries to clear his throat, “You’re twenty-one now?”

“Yeah,” you murmur.

“You graduated from high school?”

“I’m in college now.”

Peter scoffs, and it almost sounds like a laugh. “I can’t believe this.” He sniffles, wipes his nose on his suit’s sleeve. “Are you seeing anyone?” He turns to look at you.

“No, not since...” You is what you want to say, but you're not sure. Are you still dating? Are you together? Can you be together?

“Then what were you talking to Steve about?”

Your mouth runs dry. You can feel your heart begin to hammer against your ribcage. You’ve wanted to tell him over and over again for the past five years. What was so different about now? Why were you getting choked up at this moment? You want to delay it even longer. Keep this secret just a little bit longer. “Peter, let’s go –“

“No, I want to know now.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“And what was a good idea? Me, getting snapped away from you? Suddenly there being this five year age difference between us? You not being able to be honest with me? What about any of this was a good idea? Where is the silver lining in this shitty situation, (Y/N)?”

You feel defensive suddenly. You raise your chin, looking him in the eye. For years there were whispers behind your back, pitiful comments made on your behalf. You were tired of living like that because you were proud of what life you had created. You were going to be defiant and fought Peter back on this because damn him for leaving you on the ground.

“The silver lining is being protected by people who care about her very much right now.”

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about our daughter, Peter Parker.”

Silver Lining: At least he finally knows, isn’t that what you’ve been wishing for?

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Chapter Two

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 5

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Everything seems to be back to normal as you and Peter prepare for homecoming, but nobody seems to realize how much is about to change.

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, 

A/N: I’m truly sorry this is late. There was some stuff I needed to deal with (but i’m fine now.). @rosaliestark01 will post part 6 very soon. GIFs are not mine. Credit goes to @spiderholland

Ever since the incident at the bank, everyone seemed to walk on egg shells around you. They probably didn’t think you’d notice, but you did. They tended to stay out of your way, only talking to you if it was about school or how you were feeling.

The only people you ever saw really were the Avengers, Pepper, and Happy. Ned, MJ, Harry, and Harley visited once but it only lasted a few minutes. You rarely saw Tony. As for Ellie, you were the one to tell her that you wouldn’t be seeing her for a while.

She seemed pissed. You understood why you weren’t allowed to hang out with her anymore, but that didn’t stop her from insulting every single one of the Avengers, especially Peter. It surprised you because when you first met her, she seemed like one of the sweetest and kindest people you’d ever met. 

After finishing an essay for your English class, you heard a knock on the door. Part of you didn’t want to open it in case it was Tony. Luckily, it wan’t. Peter was standing outside your room.

“Um... these are for you,” he says handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You’ve pretty much been on house-arrest for a week and a half and he is just now visiting you. 

“Thanks,” you mumble. 

“So, um, I talked to Pepper and Happy and they said it would be okay if we hung out... if you want?” He asks hopefully. You may be upset that he’s been giving you the silent treatment, but you are itching to get out of your room. Besides, you can’t deny how much you missed spending time with him.

“I do,” you say. 

“I was thinking we could go to the park today,” he smiles as you set the bouquet on your desk. You notice Peter eyeing the USB, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“That sounds good,” you say. “I haven’t been to the park in forever.”

When you both arrive at the park, you’re stunned at what you see. There’s music, carnival games, and food trucks. It looks like a fair.

“What is all this?” You ask as you take in your surroundings. You’ve never seen the park like this before. It was amazing.

“It’s a pep rally,” Peter say. Just then do you notice that most of the people hosting the games were on the football team. 

“I though that pep rallies were always held in the gymnasium at school.” They usually were. The few pep rallies you’ve been to were mandatory. The only way to get out of them were if you had to be somewhere else or if you were sick at home.

“I think Mr. Morita wanted to have the whole community involved,” he tells you. 

You ended up deciding to play a few games. You were pretty sure that today, he surprised the entire football team. Peter won at every game and at one point the football coach even tried to recruit him. Afterwards, you both decided to have lunch, but something caught your eye.

“Is that Happy?”

“Mr. Stark thought it would be a good idea,” Peter said. You knew that what he meant was Mr.Stark thought it would be a good idea to keep an eye on you. 

“Of course he did,” you mumble under your breath. Peter caught it nonetheless. He knew that things seemed pretty tense between you and Tony, but he didn’t want to bud too much into your personal life. 

“Peter!” A familiar voice yells behind the two of you causing you to internally wince. 

“Oh, hey Gwen,” Peter says. You could tell that he didn’t really want to talk to her just as much as you didn’t want him talking to her. You knew that saying it out loud would make you sound like a jealous brat, but Peter was clearly uncomfortable talking to her, especially since he took a hold of your hand.

“I was wondering if you still had a date to homecoming,” Gwen asks as she bats her eyelashes and stares all doey eyed at Peter.

“Yeah, I’m still taking Y/N,” Peter said as he motions to you. 

“Oh,” she said, still not acknowledging your presence. “I just figured since Y/N doesn’t go to Midtown-”

“I’m still a student at Midtown,” You cut her off. Now, you’ve finally gained her attention, even if she is subtly glaring at you. “I’m just taking my classes online for now.”

“Okay,” she pouts.  “I’ll see you later, Peter.” 

She blows him a kiss before walking off. You didn’t understand what she saw in him. Sure, you were head over heel for the boy, but she had nothing in common with him other than that they both have “internships” with big companies. 

“So, you still want me to go to homecoming with you?” You ask. In all honesty, you didn’t think he still would.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” he asks with furrowed brows. 

You shrugged, but that didn’t seem to be enough.

“I just thought that since you haven’t spoken to me in almost two weeks that you were mad at me for what happen at the bank,” you confess. Peter’s eyes widen a bit at your confession.

“Y/N, I don’t blame you for that. I never did.” He squeezes your hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited.”

“It’s okay.” You were so busy drowning your self in school work because you didn’t think Peter wanted anything to do with you that you didn’t even buy a- “Damn, I still have to find a dress.”

“If you want, I can take you to find one,” Peter offers. 

“It’s fine. I’m sure that Pepper can take me.” Lately, Pepper had tried spending more time with you and you were sure that she’d help you find a dress.

Unfortunately, it turns out that Pepper was busy with meetings all week. You then asked Nat, but she was leaving for a mission with Bucky, Sam, and Steve. In the end, Happy was the one to take you.

“Is this the last one?” Happy asked. You had already been to three stores before this and if you didn’t find anything you liked, then you would pick the one that you didn’t hate the most. 

“Yeah. I promise that this is the last store,” you said. You were getting tired of looking too and you felt bad making Happy rate all of your dresses. You just wanted to find a dress that you actually liked. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for very long. 

The first one you saw at this store was a dark blue dress that looked better than any of the ones you’ve looked at (picture below the tags). After trying it on, you were pleased to say the least. It was perfect.

“How does this one look?” you ask Happy. You were pretty sure that you were going to buy it regardless, but you still wanted a second opinion.

“It looks good. Can we go now?” Happy said barely looking at you. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed. You went back into the dressing room to change back into your regular clothes when you noticed something in your purse that definitely wasn’t yours. It was another USB that looked a lot like the one you stole from Hydra, except this one was blue instead of red.

“What the-” you say. Unfortunately, you must’ve said it a bit too loud because the next thing you know, Happy was knocking on the door.

“Is everything okay in there?” Happy asks, probably in security mode.

“Yeah, Happy, everything’s fine!” you call back. Once you’re fully dressed, you slip the USB back into your purse.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says. You say for the dress and head back to the Tower.

“Hey, Y/N, how was dress shopping?” Pepper asks. She looks like she just got back from her meetings. 

“It went well,” you say. You think back to finding another strange USB and you couldn’t help but want to know what was on it. “I have a physics test to study for, so I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay, you better pass,” Pepper jokes. You have straight As, so she knows that your grades aren’t something to worry about.

“I will,” you say before shutting yourself in you room.

“Okay, let’s see what this is about.” You are about to plug it into your laptop, but the sound of your phone ringing stops you.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Hey, Y/N.” Peter says through the line. You set the USB on the desk next to the other one.

“Hi, Peter.” you say.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over and visit May?” Well, you haven’t seem May in a while and it’s not like the USB is just going to disappear while your gone.

“I’d love to,” you say.

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Back inside his run down apartment, Ezekiel paces back and forth. He is angry.

“This is you’re fault! Go fix it!” He yells as he points an accusing finger at Eloise.

“I tried, but she won’t talk to me,” She explains, but it’s no use. “They won’t let her.”

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time you failed?” He yells. Normally, anyone else would’ve flinched at someone yelling in their face, but Eloise stood her ground. If only she could convince him that she’s not entirely useless, they could both they what they want.

“But I fixed that and I can fix this.” Ezekiel rolls his eyes at her words. “We both want the same thing. Without me, neither of us can get what we want.”

“All you want is to destroy Spider-Man,”He spits out.  “You’re little trap failed.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice how much of a disaster the bank incident was. If only you hadn’t gotten in the way, Spider-Man could be dead and you could be easier to manipulate. 

“I do want to squash that bug, but I still haven’t forgotten the mission,” Eloise says. Ezekiel smirks at her, causing her to roll her eyes at him. 

“Which is?” he presses. She knows he’s testing her. He should know that after everything she’s been through, that she could never forget their true mission.

“Eliminate Iron Man.”

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