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secretaccountlol · 1 year

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Love and bonnets.

BLACK READER X PETER PARKER.

+18 SMUT!!!

No summary this time just gotta read it yourself :3

Word count: 3898!

TW? : uhm hair?? Uh the L word?! (Love) this is a pretty sweet fic so..also typos I’m sorry!

Author note:..hey ..soo.. did yeah miss me? Lol. Okay yes I’m sorry that haven’t uploaded in…like 3 months. This was originally was made in FEBRUARY.. for black history month and Valentine’s Day..(lmao yes Ik)

So sorry, also if your wondering on your request I’m sorry and I haven’t forgotten about you!!! I have this thing where I need to finish one story first, so since I was stuck on this one.. i never could start the other ones. Anyways enjoy.

Your mouth emits a low groan as the god rays blind your eyes, as you sit up stretching tight limbs.

You rub your neck as you look down, “goddamnit!” You pick your bonnet off your bedsheets, you kick your covers off in a rage making quick steps to the bathroom mirror

You pout seeing your hair thrown around your head like you were attacked by a windstorm. Looks like it’s another hat day, knocking at the bathroom door makes you jump.

“Hey, you done in there?”

“I’m naked!”

“No. you’re not, your lotion is still on your counter and I know you like to moisturize right after the shower. So open up, pleaseeeee? I gotta pee!” Before he could knock again you swung the door open, Peter’s shocked face turns into an inquisitive one.

“Your-“

“Don’t-“

“Didn’t y-“

“Yes,” you bum shoulders as you barge through the small doorway of your shared bathroom.

“But you-“

“If you mention it you’re anti-black!” You pause your feet, swiveling back to face him, “Also- don’t look in my room, it’s creepy!” Your arms cross as you speak, quickly turning around, not awaiting an answer.

“Your door was wide open! I didn’t look on purpose! A-and I’m not creepy…” you hold your laughter as you hear Peter mutter, “I'm not creepy” again as he shuts the door. You hum to yourself as you scan over each hat in your room, picking up each one as you put it against your forehead.

“I think it’s better to try them on, then put them against your forehead.” Peter’s voice sends a shiver of embarrassment as you turn to him, your mouth open to speak,

“Here, try this.” Your eyes are covered for a moment, Peter shifts the beanie to restore your eyesight you stare at his grinning face before turning to face your mirror.

The beanie fits your head perfectly, snarky blue embroidered webs were splashed on it, with the cutest spidey head logo winking back at you, and holy shit,

silk lining inside?!

“Pete, this hat is absolutely…” Your hands reach up to brush your fingertips against the embroidery making sure you weren’t imagining the intricate stitches.

“What? Is it not comfortable? I ca-“

“ Absolutely, adorable! Is it mine to keep?” Your eyes shift to his face which is bathed in blush, a simple nod acts as your answer.

You giggle as you pick clothes to go with your new hat using your bed as a display, your head tilts to look at Peter who has returned to his rightful place on the doorframe.

“Lookin’ for something, hm?” Your hands play with the fabric of your clothes as you speak.

“Oh? I give you free shit and you wanna kick me out?” Peter’s head rested on the doorframe tilted as he smirked, he really didn’t know how handsome he was, did he? You bit your lip.

“Nooo! I’m not kicking you out and you know it, Pete.” You roll your eyes before turning towards him taking slow steps. “But I do have to change and I like you Pete but not enough to let you see me naked, not yet .” Your tongue peaked out behind your teeth as you spoke,

Your hands rest on the door as you slowly inch it closer and closer to Peter’s body, he doesn’t finch opting to stare at you instead, eyes scanning you head to toe. “Are you imagining me naked?” Your eyebrows raised as Peter’s eyes flicker to your lips then to your eyes.

“No..” Peter’s voice wasn’t very convincing, you scoff pushing him out of your door frame, “I’ll be out in a minute.” You shut the door in his face.

“Singles night is a go!” You burst into the room, a new outfit on your body. Peter’s head lolling back to look at you, “Cute outfit but it’s definitely not night, at least not yet.” You frown taking a seat next to him.

“No need to be such a Debby downer, just a name.”

“Mm, yeah a name that only makes partial sense” Peter hands you a bottled drink, you block it with your hand.

“Beer? No thanks-“

“Mm, not beer. Fruity liquor, what do you take me as? A frat boy?” Peter’s hand hit his chest fingers splayed

In a fake offense.

You giggle, taking the bottle from his other hand, Peter pops the cap off for you.

“Why aren’t you taking a fine lady out for Val Day, Petey? Definitely hot enough to get some.” You bump shoulders with him.

He hums before answering, his soft eyes falling onto yours, “I’d just..rather spend it with you.” You swear you saw hearts in his eyes.

“Pete.. if you keep talkin’ like that I might take it the wrong way.” Take a sip of your drink, checking the label, 4.25% so it’s not the alcohol talking.

“What if I want you to take it the wrong way?” Peter’s eyes hung low as he inched closer, your hands clamping on his mouth as you shifted towards him as well.

“This is a very cruel prank for you to play, Mr.Parker.” Your words were just above a whisper as you moved your hand away, sticking out your tongue returning to your previous position.

“Wasn’t a prank..” Peter takes a sip of his drink as he turns away from you, also returning to his lax position.

“Anyways, weren’t we supposed to go somewhere today? Hence my need for the cutest hat ever !” Your head tilted to him as you looked up at your hat, god this hat was just so stellar.

“Mm, consider this a pregame I set the reservations

later today.” Peter’s voice was warm and smooth, like whiskey.

“Shit, reservations? I’m not dressed for a fancy place, oh no I gotta go change no-“

“No- you don’t, it’s not a fancy place. I just wanted to make sure we get a seat cus you know, day of love and all” Peter laughed, easing your nerves.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You fake hit him, he dodged a smirk playing on his lips.

“ I didn’t! You scared yourself like that!” His hands shot up in a defensive stand, you scowl.

“Ya yeah laugh it up..”

A comfortable silence falls between you and him, you shift trying to get comfortable again, feeling a bit cramped from sitting up straight. Peter lets out a soft sigh, patting his lap. You oblige his request, your hat shifts off your head, Peter gently pulls the rest off your head. You open your mouth to protest but before you can his hands start to massage your scalp, your eyes close as you let out a groan.

“Dude, that feels amazing..” you hummed snuggling closer to Pete’s torso as he scratched.

Your mind wanders as you drift off to sleep.

“Wash day? Like for clothes?” His eyebrows knitted together as he racked his brains for answers. “No, for my hair.” You paid him no mind as you grabbed all your hair products, plus a towel.

“Why a whole day? Can you not just wash in the shower and go?” Peter followed you into the kitchen he spoke watching you line up the bottles of hair products. Turning on the water, checking its temperature, and moving the dial to your liking.

“Cus, It's easier to wash it here and takes a long time. Plus, it’s what my mom always did. Of course, those days are over and now I have to wash my hair.. no spa treatment for me. “ you pout, wash days were a favorite growing up. Minus the pain of detangling, you loved the scalp massage, and the greasing of your scalp, just thinking about it made you miss home.

“I can do it for you.” Your eyes shot to Peter suspiciously.

“Do what for me?”

“I could wash your hair for you, I don’t mind.”

“Peter..-“

“Seriously! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it! I'm a very quick learner, plus.. I uhm.. really like your hair. “

You smile softly at Peter’s confession, “You like my hair?” Peter gives you an exaggerated nod, “I like how soft it is.. and how shiny it gets.. I just- really interested in it? I hope that’s not weird.” He puts his hands up before scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not! I’m just surprised you noticed.”

“I always ..notice you..”

You bit your lip, “Uhm, well. Here I’ll show you what to do.”

You never thought you’d enjoy walking someone else through the process of doing your hair. It was actually relaxing too, Peter’s hands were way gentler than your mom's so that helped too.

Since that day you would occasionally catch him watching videos about black hair, or reading an article on his phone when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Hey, can I try something?” Peter breaks out randomly as you both sit in the common space.

“Depends? What’s up buttercup?”

“Well, uhm. So, I’ve been doing some research.”

“Ooh, research? On?”

“Well, your hair.. and I-..wanted to try to do a different style.. if you’d let me..?” Peter’s voice squeaked, you watched as he physically cringed, you giggled at his dismay.

“Yeah, it sounds like fun.”

“Seriously??” Peter’s bright eyes stared at you with wonder.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

Thus began the weekly hair appointments with Peter the stylist. He tried anything and everything natural, Bantu knots, box braids, cornrows, and twists! Nothing was too much for him.

“Why can’t I do your hair for our dat-uh..hang out for Valentine’s Day?” Peter’s arms were folded as he pouted, standing between the doorway trapping you.

“Mm, because you’ve been spoiling too much! I practically don’t remember how to do my own hair. Plus, I want my hair to be a surprise and add to the excitement!” You grin.

“You’re plenty exciting on your own for me.”

“Whatever- now move!” You push through him.

“Hey..”

You groan, your eyes squinting.

“Hey, wake up-“

You whine as someone shakes you gently, your eyes flutter open to Peter’s brown hair and soft eyes.

“Hey, sleepy head.”

Your subdued smile playing on your lips, “Mornin”

Your hand reaches up, caressing his cheek. Your smile splits into a grin as he leans to your touch.

“I got something to show you.” His hand lays over yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but I gotta get up to get it.”

“Mm- nooo,” you frown.

“I know but I’ll be quick, promise”

“Okaay” you lift, watching Peter walk to his room. You draw your knees close to your chest as you wait for Peter to return.

Your eyes light up when you see a small box with a bow tied neatly around it in Peter’s hands.

“It’s- it’s not much so”

“I don’t care! A gift is a gift, the only thing is you’ve given me two things today and I haven’t even gotten you one thing..” you sulked as he sat in front of you.

“No worries, I didn’t want you to anyways.” His hands extend the box out to you, your fingers graze him as you take it, and goosebumps formed on your arm from the light touch. He sits on the floor in front of you closely watching your reaction.

Your hands shake slightly as you undo the ribbon, opening the box carefully.

A piece of fabric was neatly folded in the box, your curiosity grows as you pick it out of the box, unfolding it gingerly.

A bonnet. He’d gotten you a bonnet, you turn in your hands a few times.

A bonnet with hearts on it-

Wait-

A bonnet that had the cutest collages of you and him printed on the hearts, your fingers trace over both of your smiling faces.

You turn the bonnet in your hands, noticing more little details. Your birthday and name sewn on the side in your favorite color, an adjustable satin strap to keep your bonnet from slipping, and to top it all off the same cute Spider-Man logo that was on your beanie he gave you earlier.

“Peter..”

“You like it?” He grinned.

“Awe I love it!!” You crash on top of him, squeezing the life out of him as you squeal.

“I don’t know who you commissioned but jeez you must have paid a shit ton for such awesome craftsmanship!”

“Actually..I sewed it myself.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “Are you serious, Pete?”

He nods as heat rises to his cheeks, “ I wanted it-.. to be special, custom. So I ..made it myself.” His eyes glanced away from you bashfully, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. You lift his chin, your fingers stroking his jaw, “Thank you so much, this.. means a lot .” Your voice was just above a whisper.

His eyes lock onto yours, his hands on your waist. For the first time, you're keenly aware of how your bodies are touching. Your legs basically wrapped around his waist, your crotch painfully closed to his, your chest pressing lightly against his.

“Can I show a bit of my appreciation?” You feel like you’ve been running a marathon, breathless as you spoke.

“Yeah..yeah I’d like that..” Peter’s eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes half-lidded.

Your lips graze his before you both take the plunge. Soft lips collide, your hands travel up to his hair tracing circles.

A satisfying pop rings through both of your ears as you separate, your forehead bumps against him as you stare into each other's eyes.

“I got something to show you, wanna see?” You mimic his words from earlier.

“Yeah,” he mimics you back.

“But I gotta.. get up to show you” You bit your lip, grinning at your little joke.

“Nooo” Peter laughs, pulling you closer.

“It’s either that or you carry me to my room, silly”

Peter shrugs, “okay”

“I’m jokin-“

Peter’s nose bumps yours as he lifts you, your hands are clutching his shirt in an instant, “Peter-!”

“What? You said to carry you..”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it, Let alone be strong enough!”

“Please you’re like a paper towel in my hands” he kisses your nose, “These muscles aren’t for nothing.”

“What muscles?” You stick out your tongue, giggling.

“Hey! I can still drop you, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I know you won’t.” You press a quick kiss to his cheeks as he gently lets go of your legs.

“What did you wanna show me?”

You grin, skipping over to your bed.

“This.”

“This?” Peter cocks an eyebrow.

“Know what this is?”

“I do.”

You sit down on your bed, “it’s a bed.”

“It is indeed.”

“Mm, do you know what we do on beds?”

“Sleep?”

You motion for him to come closer to you, he obliges by nestling himself between your legs, he towers over you making you crane your neck upwards. Normally this would be terrifying but with him. He looked like an Angel with the lights shining behind him.

“They also have sex.” You bat your eyelashes, you can make out the outline of his face as you speak but not his expression.

“Do you want..to do that?”

“Do what, Pete?”

“D-..do you want to have sex..?”

“Mm, Peter you’re so forward!” You teased, your hands toyed with his belt.

“May I?”

“Please” his voice cracked, desperate for your touch, for you.

Your soft hands undo his belt, unbuttoning his jeans letting gravity help you pull the pants to the floor. Your hands trace his boner through his underwear, palm the head, squeezing softly earning a soft groan. Your hands travel to his waistband, tugging it down slowly like a prize being revealed.

You pump once, Peter's hips jerk forward “Your hands a-are so soft..- sorry.

“No worries, Peter, I enjoy knowing you like my hands. I wonder how much you’ll like my mouth?” You line up your mouth to the tip of his cock, planting a kiss.

“Wait-“ Pete’s hands wrap around yours, “I’m afraid I’ll -..cum if you go any further....-“

“Oh? That sensitive..?” Your eyes flutter, head tilting in question.

Peter's hand covers his mouth as he glances away from you, “On-only because it’s you..and I don't want to be the only one naked..-if that’s okay with you of course.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “I’m okay with that..”

You shift up the bed to make room for him, Peter’s leg finds a place between your thighs planting soft lips against yours. Hands trickling down to your breast, “Can I?” His eyes were like saucers as he stared into your eyes as you nodded yes.

He lifts your shirt gently, pulling it over your head. His hands grasp your waist giving you a gentle squeeze before helping you wiggle out of your pants. His hands hover over your bra, “Are you okay?” You run your fingers through his hair breaking his trace.

“I..I’m okay, you’re just beautiful.” Peter’s hand soft cups your breast as he stares at you, your lips let his name slip through.

His thumbs slide into your underwear, pulling back and snapping your waistband making you both giggle.

“Whatcha doing down there?”

“Taking my time with someone I love..” He bites his lips, with those big brown eyes that you adore.

You guide his hands back to your underwear, letting them grip your sides, “Well, that someone wants you to fuck them.. so I insist you continue.”

“Well if you insist..”

His fingers hook onto your underwear sliding them down your legs, you giggle as you kick them off once they get to your ankles.

“I swear I just saw your dick grow a few inches…”

“Mm, probably because I’m lookin’ at the most beautiful person in the world.” Peter’s hands prop himself over you as you up at him, stealing a kiss from his smiling lips.

Your hands trace down his chest as Peter leans in for more kisses, his lips move to leave delicately placing nibbles down your neck and collarbone. Nibbles turn into hickies as his mouth gets closer to your breast, his hands fondle your left breast before kissing the nipple of your right breast.

“You’re so warm and soft..” Peter mumbles, flicking your nipples with his tongue.

“It’s probably cocoa butter..” you bite your lip as you stare at him,

“Is that why you taste so great too?” Peter grins kissing your tits again before letting his tongue drag all the way down to pussy.

“Is that.. a chocolate joke, p-peter.”

“Nope, but feel free to grill me about it later.” Peter’s hands slide down to your hips, forcing your hips up slightly to meet his mouth.

He presses a kiss against your clit, sending pleasure through your body.

“Pete-“

“Shh- I got you.” His thumb gently presses against your pearl as his tongue dragged down, his eyes low as his tongue wiggled its way into your hole.

“Ohh, Pete..!” your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at the soft locks of curls.

Peter hums in approval, tongue probing deeper into your folds, his hand slides to your pussy, his thumb strokes your clit with a warm touch.

His palm pressed against your stomach softly to keep you from bucking up as he eats you out.

Your fingers yank at his hair as he strokes your pearl faster, earning a gasp from Peter, his eyes connecting with yours, a small smile playing on his lips as he makes his way back up to your face, fingers still playing with your clit.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck, yes.. I- need you inside of me..” You press a kiss at the corner of his mouth, tasting a bit of yourself on your lips.

Peter smiles as he dips down to capture your lips, as hips lined up with yours, replacing his hand with his dick letting it press against you.

“Condom?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Peter pulls out a condom from your stash, flashing it toward you while grinning.

“Naughty..”

You bite your lip in response, “Wouldn’t you rather me be prepared? “

“Yeah, otherwise I’d be running like a madman to my room to find one.” Peter’s brown hair flopped around as he spoke, hovering over you before pressing his lips against yours.

You hum as you feel his cock pressing against your hole, he wraps your legs around his waist as he sinks his cock into you.

Muffled moans are exchanged as your tongues clashed with each other.

“You feel amazing.” Peter’s lips nipped at his neck as he thrust slowly, “This okay?” He flashed his baby brown eyes at you.

“Y-Yea I’m okay, you’re just.. a little big.” A whimper slips through as you speak, “Shit, Peter..you’re filling me so- so well....” you squirm, squeezing down on his cock eliciting a muffled moan from his lips.

“Holy shit- that felt amazing please do that again, squeeze me again.” His hips thrust forward, your head throws back, squeezing him simultaneously in response.

“Peter..!” Your hands rake down his chest as he fucked you into the plush bed.

“Fuck, s-say my name again, please- I need I-it.” He grip your hips in a bruising he slams into you, you hummed his name out in chants as he pumped in and out of you.

“You’re so beautiful” his left hand slip up into your hair massaging the roots as his lips graced your skin, his thumb stroking circles into your skin, “Peter- I’m- “

Your back arched from his continuous touches, his hand pressed on your belly making your head loll back in pleasure.

“Oh god- shitshitshit. Right there-!Sosos good- “ your mouth drooled as his pace quickened, “I’m comin’-“

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m- “

Peter’s hands grip your waist as lifting your ass off the bed, ” I’m- gonna cum..!”

“I-I’ve wanted to do this for so so long-“

Your body goes limp as he fucks you through your high, “I love you- fuck I love you so much..!” Peter’s cock swells inside of you uttering more confessions as he cums, until his pace dwindles into small nudges.

His nimble fingers trace your hips before, reaching to engulf you in a tight embrace.

“That..was really really good.”

“It was..”

You both pause, it’s a comfortable silence.

“Did you mean ..that? When you said you loved me?”

Peter’s head which was in the crook of your neck moves to hover just above yours.

“Of course, I meant that.” His hands caressed your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I really do love you, if.. that’s okay?” He rubs the back of his neck, looking away slightly.

“Of course, that’s okay, Peter. Cus I..love you too.”

You could feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, as Peter’s eyes connected to yours in surprise.

“You do?”

“I do.”

His lips are instantly on yours sucking away your breath, you both pull back when you hear his phone make little chimes.

“I swear if it’s a spam call-“ his lips never stop kissing yours as he speaks, making you giggle.

“Sh- that’s the alert for our reservation!!”

“Wait- what?”

Both of you shoot up immediately, hopping on various clothing.

“Are we even gonna make it on time?”

Peter pauses for a second, “Mm, maybe if we swing there..?” His voice cracks a bit, making your lips split into a grin.

“I’m feelin’ adventurous today, why not?”

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mysteryartisticwriter · 5 years

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Alright, Spider-man // Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Hey loves, I know I need to do a part two of “What’s Stopping You?” but I just had this idea and I really wanted to write it! Every time I see an AU where the reader is the daughter of Tony, I always like to think of how they would actually meet if they met in the actual MCU. So, I made this! I hope you guys like it because I still need to do several other stories to do, such as my Wattpad story and that part two. Anyway, enjoy!

TAKES PLACE IN CIVIL WAR

REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED BTW (FOR NOW)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

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

“Why do I have to come, again?”

Your father, Tony Stark, had forced you to come with him to pick up a new recruit. You’ve heard the situation currently happening at the moment, Uncle Cap and your father having a disagreement about the Sokovia Accords and a division between the Avengers.

Soon, Tony was going to Germany with Auntie Nat, Uncle Rodey and two other recruits, one being the one you were going to pick up right now. The two of you were in front of the small apartment door and were about to knock.

“Because the kid is your age, he might feel more comfortable around someone his age. It’ll be quick, I swear.” Your father answered.

You sighed, patting down your black dress suit and blowing a few strands of (h/c) hair, usually braided but now in a bun, from your face. You knew better than to argue with your dad, it never went anywhere since his stubborness was passed down to you.

While wiping a stray hair from your face, you knocked on the door and stood next to your father.

A middle aged, yet young looking woman opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Tony Stark and this is my daughter (Y/n),” you waved at the woman. “We’re here to speak to Peter Parker.”

The lady’s face turned to shock and she seem flustered for a moment then she regained her stance.

“Oh my- um...come on in!”

She opened the door wider to let you two in and you walked in after your dad. You looked around her apartment and felt a comfort and homey feeling. It was nice and simple, definitely a humble family.

“My name is May Parker, I’m Peter’s aunt. He’ll be home soon, he just finished school. But until then, I made tea and meatloaf! Take a seat and have some!” The woman, May, picked up a tray of cookies from the kitchen top.

You graciously took a piece and smiled at her, giving her a thank you in responce. Your dad took several pieces and sat on her couch, you following him.

May set down the tray on the table in the middle of the living room and sat on the couch next to you.

“I don’t mean to be rude, I mean it’s an honor to have the Tony Stark and his daughter in my home but what do you need to talk with Peter about?” She questioned.

“I assume Peter has told you about the grant, yes?” Tony lied.

“Grant? Um, no, he hasn’t. I-I don’t think so, at least.” May replied.

You and your dad exchanged fake shocked looks.

“Well basically, your nephew applied to the Stark Inc. Internship; a internship where young smart minds, like Peter, get the chance to work around my company part time. He got accepted.” He explained, taking another bite out of his meatloaf piece.

May’s eyes widened at your father’s words and looked over to you, as if not believing him. You nodded and a large smile grew on her face.

“O-oh wow! I can’t believe he hasn’t told me about it!”

Just then, the door of the apartment opened. You could see a young brown haired boy in a thin, navy blue sweater walk through it. He hadn’t said anything so you guessed he just didn’t notice you yet.

“Hey, May.” You assumed was Peter, greeted before dropping his keys on the counter and heading to the kitchen.

“Hey, how was school today?” May asked.

“It was okay, but there’s this crazy car parked outside.” Peter turned towards his Aunt but saw you and your father as well. You and your father pretended to not notice him while he came in.

His face showed silent shock, his mind not believing what he was seeing. From what you saw, you had to admit he was pretty cute and good looking. For a second, you didn’t believe he was your age because he looked to be about maybe 18, but looks can be deceiving.

“Oh, Mr. Parker.”

“Um,” Peter took out his wired headphones. “W-what are you- hey! I’m uh...I’m-I’m Peter.”

“Tony.” Your dad gestured to you.

“I’m (Y/n).” You smiled.

“What-what are you doing here?”

“It’s about time we met. You’ve been getting my emails, right?” Tony winked with his eyes, telling the boy to go along with what he was saying.

“Yeah-yeah...regarding the-”

“You didn’t even tell me about the grant?” May interjected.

“About the grant! Right.”

“The September foundation? Yeah? Remember when you applied?”

“...yeah.” Peter sheepishly replied.

“We’ve approved!” Tony pointed to him and you.

“So now, we’re in business.” You finished for him.

“You didn’t tell me anything. What’s up with that? Are you keeping secrets from me now?” May asked, a little hurt.

“I just- I just know how much you love surprises so I thought I would let you know...anyway, what did I apply for?”

“That’s what we’re here to hash out.” You told him, his eyes looking towards you.

“It is so hard to believe that she is someone’s aunt.” Flirted your dad, you gagged on the inside.

Aunt May just laughed. “Well they do come out in all shapes and sizes, you know?”

“This woman’s meatloaf is exceptional.”

“Lemme just stop you there. Is this grant like got money involved or whatever..?” The brown haired boy wondered. You giggled at his words.

“Yeah, its pretty well funded. Look who you’re talking to.” You stated, smirking a little.

“Can we get five minutes with him?” Asked Tony.

May agreed and the three of you headed towards a more private area, more so, Peter’s bedroom. Once you entered, you closed the door behind you and did a quick scan of his room.

It was filled with many layers of technology around the room and his desk was full of it. His room was smaller than the average bedroom, definitely smaller than yours and one twin sized bed laid in the middle of it against the wall.

Peter walked towards his desk and your dad spat out the meatloaf in his mouth to the trashcan. You almost laughed at his distaste to the woman’s food.

“As meatloaf goes, that wasn’t too bad.” He said then looked around the room.

Your dad looked at the old computer and other devices on Peter’s desk.

“Oh, what do we have here? Retro-tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?” Tony asked Peter.

“The garbage, actually.”

“So you’re a dumpster diver?” You raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Yeah I was...um anyway, look. I definitely did not apply for your grant-“

“Nah uh! Us first.” You looked over to your dad, he waved his hand and you took out the small device in your pocket.

“Quick question of the rhetorical variety,” as you held up the device, a hologram popped up and a video started to play of a web swinging person stopped a man from breaking into a car. “This is you, right?”

“Um, n-no. What do- what do you mean?”

You smirked before pulling up another video of the hero you knew was him. It was footage of him stopped a car from crashing into a moving bus.

“Look at you go!” Your dad joined in.

“Wow, nice catch. 3,000 pounds and 40 miles an hour? It’s not easy. You’ve got mad skills.” You complimented Peter while putting the tech away.

A small smile grew on his face until his washed away almost immediately.

“That’s all- that’s all on YouTube though, right? I mean that’s where you found that? ‘Cause you know that’s all fake, it’s all done on a computer.” The boy tried to lie but you and your dad were not having it.

“Mhm.” Your dad hummed, looking up in the ceiling and noticing something. You followed your dad’s gaze and grabbed a nearby bat from the floor.

While Peter continued to prattle on, you pushed the top part of the bat into the attic opening and a red and blue suit, attached on a string came flying down.

“No!” Peter managed to grab the suit before you could and hid it in the small part of his room where the rest of his clothes were.

You high fived your dad and he gave you a proud smile. Peter turned away from his hidden suit and awkwardly looked anywhere but you two.

“Ahh...that’s uh...” The hidden hero sighed, knowing he was finally caught.

“So, you’re the ‘Spider-ling’? ‘Crime fighting Spider’? You’re ‘Spider-boy’?” Asked your dad.

Peter hesitated for a moment before answering. “Spider-man.”

“Not in that onesie you’re not.”

“It’s not a onesie.” Peter gave a hard glare at your dad, walking past you both.

You grabbed his suit out of the corner of his room, handing it to your dad.

“You know, I was actually having a really good day today, Mr. Stark. Didn’t miss my train, found this perfectly good DVD player that was just sitting there and algebra test; nailed it.” The boy told you.

“Who else knows? Anybody?” You inquired.

He just shook his head in reply. “Nobody.”

“Not even your unusually attractive Aunt?”

“Dad, no.”

“No! No, no, no! If she knew, she would freak out! And when she freaks out, I freak out.” Peter pointed towards the outside of his room where his Aunt was still sitting.

Your dad then tapped you on the leg with his own and showed you a small container filled with some type of fluid. He passed it to you and you examined it, looking at it with fascination.

“You know what I think is really cool? That webbing.” Tony pointed towards the container in your hands and you tossed it to the web slinger, who caught it right before it hit his face. You looked at him with an impressed expression and smiled at him, earning a shy one back.

“The tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured this?” You brought into the conversation.

“I did.” Answered Peter, throwing the web fluid back into the corner.

“Climbing walls, how do you do that? Adhesive gloves?”

“It’s uh...long story.”

“Lordy! Can you even see in these?” Your dad teased as he brought Peter’s suit goggles up to his own eyes. You laughed as he made weird sounds with them.

“Yes! Yes, I can!” Peter yanked the suit away from your father and tossed it into the clothes pile.

“Yes, I can see in those, okay? It’s just that when whatever happened...happened, its like my senses have been dialed to 11. There’s way too much input so they just kinda help me focus.” Explained Peter.

‘This is going nowhere.’ You thought. Gazing back to Peter and his suit, you walked to Peter’s desk.

“Dad, mind if I talk to Peter alone for a bit?” You insisted.

Tony looked between you and Peter, sighing then got up to leave the room.

“No funny business, Mr. Parker.” He said, using his ‘dad voice’ as you called it then walked out.

It was silent for a few moments until you spoke up.

“You are in dire need of an upgrade.” You snickered, sitting on his bed and looking at him.

The boy just leaned against his wall, shy and awkward. You just figured he’s never been alone with a girl before, nonetheless, in his own bedroom.

“Okay, start talking.” You pat the bed part next to you, offering a seat.

Peter shuffled quietly towards his bed and sat next to you, looking away and slightly blushing.

“Why are you doing this?” Peter just looked to you, confused. “I gotta know, what’s your MO? What gets you out of this twin bed in the morning?”

Fidgeting with his hands, the hero replied, “Because...because I’ve been me my whole life and I’ve had these powers for six months. I read books! I build computers! And yeah, I would love to play football but I couldn’t then so I shouldn’t now.”

“Sure, because you’re different.”

“Exactly. But I can’t tell anybody that so I’m not.”

Peter began to grow shy again so you gently rested a hand on his fidgeting ones in his lap. He looked to you, shocked but no words came out of his mouth. The brown eyed boy sighed and looked to you.

“Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t,” you slightly leaned forward, but not enough to envaid his space. “And then the bad things happen...they happen because of you.”

You knew what he was talking about, your dad always told you about how it was dangerous out there in the field. You were kidnapped with Pepper years back, getting hurt in the process and your dad almost lost it. Tony didn’t want you to get involved with any hero stuff to avoid you getting hurt or killed. Your dad felt guilty, guilty for letting you into this life where someone was always after him. Therefore, after you.

“So you’re just looking out for the little guy? You wanna help out the world, do your part and make your home a better place on that, right?” Quietly, you responded.

“Yeah-yeah, just looking out for the little guy. I mean, it is what it is.” He stuttered.

A couple seconds go by until you stand up, looking around his room one more time.

“You got a passport by any chance?”

“No, I don’t- I don’t even have a driver’s license.”

“You ever been to Germany?” You interrupted him. He shook his head.

“Oh well, then you’ll love it.”

Peter looked at you with a mix of a strange and shocked expression on his face.

“No, no I can’t go to Germany!” Exclaimed Peter.

You chuckled, “Why?”

“I-I...I got homework.” Peter stuttered. You rolled your eyes and stuffed your hands in your dress pants pockets.

“Okay, I’m gonna just pretend you didn’t even say that.”

“I mean, I’m serious! I can’t just drop out of school!”

“Why not? I did. And I’m your age.” You gestured to yourself.

“W-well, why can’t you just go?” Peter tried to argue.

You scoffed, “As if my dad would allow me, his own daughter, to go against Captain America. He barely lets me out of the house.”

The brunette sighed and ran his hands over his hair in distress. You knew you only had one more chance to get Peter to come to Germany, and a bright idea came to your mind.

“Welp, it might be a little dangerous so I think I’ll just tell my dad to tell your Aunt May-“

Right before you could touch the doorknob of his room, Peter sprayed a douse of web fluid onto your hand, sticking it to the knob so you couldn’t turn it.

Smirking, you turned to look at the new recruit, whose arm was pointed outwards and fingers in a position so he could spray the webbing at you.

“Don’t tell Aunt May.” Peter warned.

“Alright, Spider-man.”

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A/N: Tell me if you wanna be tagged in my Marvel stories!

@dear-selena (i know this is what you requested but i promise you i will make the part two of the last one you liked!)

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innocent-until-proven-geeky · 5 years

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Peter and Harley as Stark “siblings” headcanons

They met after the funeral but they’d both heard stories about each other from Tony so neither was... angry? I guess?

But Harley was kind of jealous of the time Peter had gotten with Tony that he hadn’t got

He’s not upset with Peter for Tony’s death though, even though some people might think he has the right to be

Anyway the funeral

Pepper offers for them both to stay the night afterward

The lake house is lonely with just her and Morgan and she hasn’t really gotten to spend time with these boys in five years and she just needs this win

Peter says yes because what he’s seen of the lake house doesn’t really remind him too much of Tony and the grief and guilt are still too raw for that

NYC has been agony for him in the days between the battle and the funeral

And Pepper offered May to spend the night too because she couldn’t handle one more night all by herself in the bedroom and she couldn’t imagine how May must feel about letting her boy go ANYWHERE after she just got him back

Harley... actually doesn’t have much of a choice since the lake house is where he arranged to stay the entire time he was in New York

So Pepper and May sleep in the master bedroom bc they’ve actually become best friends in the last five years

And Peter and Harley each have their own guest room on either side of Morgan’s bedroom

Neither of the boys can sleep so when Morgan starts crying in the room between them they hear it loud and clear

Well, as clear as it can get between walls

Tbh this is assuming Tony didn’t do something like build crazy thick walls or put a layer of steel between layers of drywall or some shit to keep his baby girl safe

Which I think we all know he would do

So they hear Morgan and they both go to her because they’re both Good People™️

And of course she’s crying because she’s at the age where “daddy’s not coming home” is kind of the easiest way to explain death but she doesn’t GET it

Doesn’t her daddy miss her as much as she misses him?

Neither Peter nor Harley really know what to do in this situation

They’ve both been in similar situations but that was so long ago and they barely know this kid

So they just start telling their stories of Tony

Before they know it, Morgan is sound asleep between these two boys who met her within the last 48 hours (Harley did not travel on the day of the funeral)

So really Harley and Peter are just telling each other stories about Tony Stark, and building things with him, and him being the best father figure for both of him

I’m not quite on the bandwagon that Uncle Ben was a shitty person because I don’t think May would have stood for that, but I do think that he actively tried not to replace Peter’s father and as a result just never really became a father figure at all

So they bond over Dad Tony Stark

Until slowly Harley falls asleep too, and Peter who is awful at keeping secrets and for some reason inherently trusts Harley and has therefore already told him about Spider-Man, carries him to his own room

Then he goes back to bed and even though the survivor’s guilt is still there and the grief of losing someone again is still there, there’s a bit of weight off his chest

He falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow (sleeping soundly through the night for the first time since the second snap)

Once they’re both awake they start messing with the limited Stark tech available at the lake house, which continues their bonding not only over Dad Tony Stark but also over tech in general

They find out they share many of the same interests but Harley comes out to Peter as aroace (I’ve come out to people within a few minutes of knowing them so it’s not completely implausible)

Peter is bi ace and they immediately bond over being ace too

Part of the reason Harley came out is because he saw Peter was wearing an ace ring but he doesn’t say anything because he is already well aware that Peter is a Dingus™️

He also knows that Peter feels honored that Harley came out to him so early on in their friendship so he’s not going to ruin it by pointing out the ring

At least not yet

Over the next few weeks, Harley goes back home and Peter goes back to school

Peter has been telling Harley about Ned so when they’re seeing each other regularly again, Harley helps Peter ask this cute boy out

Secretly Harley is the one planning all of their dates

Pepper sees their blossoming friendship, both at the lake house and whenever she’s with one of them after (those two text almost as much as Peter texts Ned) and starts paying for them to visit each other

They both try to politely refuse but eventually they give in, because they actually wanted her to do this and they just couldn’t ask without Peter feeling like an awful person

Harley actually would have been chill with asking because during his visit at the time of the funeral he overheard her talking to Happy about “now Tony isn’t here to spend ridiculous amounts on his suits, and I give money to charities but I also want to do something for people he and I both know and care about, in his memory”

He doesn’t tell Peter this though because he knows Peter is still feeling guilty and that might make it worse

They visit and talk so often that it’s like they’ve known each other their whole lives

Ned is jealous for a whole two seconds before he realizes that Peter and Harley are straight up brothers

Plus Ned knows Peter even better than Harley AND he gets to hold his hand so why be jealous?

Harley isn’t out to Ned yet because even though he knows he’s a good guy he’s... not ready to be out to more than one person

Well he’s out to his mom too but that’s beside the point

Ummm I need to go to bed but the rest of this is that basically Peter and Harley babysit Morgan all the time, they raise her to be a fantastic scientist (actually Pepper does, obviously, they just help, but they like to claim they raised her)

By the time the boys are out of college Morgan is eleven and in a phase of “every group needs a club name” and so she decided to call the three of them The Stark Sibs

When Morgan gets her first phone the first thing she does is make a group chat of the three of them

Several years in the future, they (and Ned who is now married to Peter) get in the paper as The Stark Sibs for some amazing scientific breakthrough they make together

You can interpret this where MJ and Morgan are besties and MJ gradually becomes a Stark Sib too, but she chose to go into a different field of study, something socially beneficial, and therefore wasn’t with the other kids when they made their big pape-worthy breakthrough

You can also interpret this the exact same way, but the reason MJ is around so often is not platonic but because she is in a poly relationship with Ned and Peter

I ship both Interwebs and NedxPeterxMJ so I had to write both options but I didn’t include MJ earlier bc if I did I probably would have included her in the poly relationship and then it would be a little less open to interpretation

Anyway I really gotta get to bed but I really love the idea of all five of them being the best of friends but I just don’t ship Harley and Peter romantically

I hc them being too similar for that, I guess

#harley keener #peter parker #ned leeds #morgan stark #michelle jones #interwebs #peter x ned #ned x peter #peterned #peterx ned x mj #stark siblings #stark family #harley keener and peter parker

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crazylittlewitch · 6 years

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Quill: What are you doing later?

Gamora: Having my night ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

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the-atta-boy · 6 years

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YESSSSSSSSSSS FINALLY

#peter parker #spider man #mj #peterx mj #no one more day #marvel

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stanelyurisisaliveandwell · 3 years

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peter parker for pinned post

yeah ofc! All of this is mostly centered around Tom's MCU Peter

Sexuality Headcanon: okay so I feel at this point pretty much the ENTIRE fandom agrees on this but I think peter is bi. You cannot convince me that peter won't be crushing on Harley when he (hopefully) meets him. I love Peter and MJ though and after NWH I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they can rebuild

Gender Headcanon: I headcanon Peter as a trans man. I think he always knew but it took him a while to come out because he was he was nervous that it would be disrespectful to his parents. When he finally came out May ofc was very accepting, he was just kinda sad that his parents only ever got to know him as their daughter not their son even though May always tells him he always was. We stan trans boi Peter!

A ship I have with said character: I really ship him with MJ and I love their dynamic. I headcanon MJ as genderfluid and see them as pretty much a t4t couple so they will always have my heart. However, I recently got into Peterx Harley and even though they have no interactions I think they have a lot of potential and the Tumblr writers write the cutest fics so...

A BROTP I have with said character: I LOVE NED AND PETERS FRIENDSHIP!!!! And as a Filipino kid myself, I have to put it out there that Ned's Lola would LOVE Peter. I cried so hard when Ned and Peter got united in endgame. Ned always had Peter's back unlike the other variants' friends so gotta love him for that. Similar to MJ, I don't think I could stand it if Ned and Peter didn't find each other again.

A NOTP I have with said character: Literally any of the ships with the OG 6. Like comeon guys why are we shipping Peter with Tony, Steve, and Bucky! It's gross and it's just so uncomfortable to see on the Peter tags. I ship spideypool, but the MCU spidey(Tom's variant) with Wade feels wrong. I'd much rather see Andrew's Peter gert with Wade.

A random headcanon: General Opinion over said character: On the topic of Ned's Lola, I think her and Peter would be besties. He would go to her house all the time with Ned and just spoil them with food. Peter would give anything for a slice of her bibingka. Him and Ned would just be chilling out at 2 am eating lumping and watching starwars

sorry this took so long @subspider

#Peter parker #Peter x MJ #peter x harley #lee rants #MCU #spiderman no way home #tom holland

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i-lovethatforme · 3 years

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Im new to fandom and trying to get more active/involved and I saw your post about awakening5 and how you agree on everything and do you think I should be looking for people with the same interests? Or does it not matter? Thank you x

hi and welcome!

no not at all!!! @awakening5 and i happen to line up on a lot of big things (fave tropes etc) but not everything! you should have been around for our peter x peter x peterx mj discussion 🏃🏾‍♀️

it's fun to have some variety so you can scream about fic ideas and vibe of each other & you can have discussions about how you think a fic should go (you can have these chats about film and stuff as well if you dont write)

you just gotta go where you feel welcome/ comfortable/ there are people you vibe with and like :)

i'd still love wake even if his fave trope was childhood friends to lovers 🙄 probably... maybe

#asks

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anti-tony-god · 4 years

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Yeah so uh, that person mad that Monica got powers? Took a second to look at the blog and she ships Spiderio, which is Mysterio and Spider-Man, the Tom Holland Spider-Man. As well as Peterx Tony. And has really gross fetishy reblogs of it so I don’t know what you’ll do with this info but apparently there’s more

thank you for telling me I'll delete my reblog because I dont want to spread their posts and make a post to warn people not to follow them

#anti starker #csa tw #answered #ask #anon

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multipleuniversesinwriting-blog · 7 years

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Title: The End of Days 4

Warnings: Fighting, action, blood, gore, regret, screaming, Crimson actually acts her age for a moment

Word Count: 2946

Summary: Crimson has to show off her powers for Loki- and finds that the emotional damage is worse than she thought it would be.

A/n: @outside-the-government beta’d this and afterwards she messaged me

“Done! Oohhh, that chapter was so heartbeaking. :( Poor Crimson <3″ so prepare for one heck of a ride guys!

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Anya and two others took no longer than thirty minutes to prepare Crimson- and by the end Crimson knew this wasn’t some normal show and tell- brag about having a human hostage. Oh no- this was something she’d come to live for as of late.

Fighting.

Anya and the two others had disrobed her completely- washed her head to toe- and began immediately dressing her. First they put her in a light layer- the clothes hugging her body but wicking up moisture and keeping her cool. Afterwards they began decking her out in a mix of leather and armor- putting all the rather intricate pieces together and tightening them when need be. Once they were finished Crimson was surprised to find that the armor- though durable- was lightweight and didn’t impede on her range of motion.

The two girls that Crimson didn’t know began working on her hair- pulling the hair in the middle of her head back and braiding it. Next they grabbed the hair at the front of her sides towards the top and began braiding her hair back. Afterwards the girls added two smaller braids underneath those, braiding all her hair that usually rested around her face back and keeping it away.

Once they were finished they showed Crimson to a body length mirror- and she couldn’t help but stare at herself. Anya had been true to her word- she did indeed look like a warrior- ready to go to battle. Crimson shifted and managed to get a good look of herself all over- the skirt allowing her full leg movement.

“This seems sort of showy.” Crimson commented, and Anya nodded, beginning to lead her out of her bedroom. Crimson followed- knowing it was pointless to run away. Where would she even go?

“Yes- though most of it is for use, Loki still demanded that you be dressed for show too.” She said and Crimson managed to feel disgusted at him once more. They walked quietly through the halls, Crimson’s boots making no noise on the ground surprisingly. They walked for a few minutes and then they were pausing at a set of open doors. Loki was listening to one of the councillors talk- if only to consume time- and Crimson quickly took in the room. There was a large open space where her fight would most likely be happening. Beside it was the table that the councillors were sitting at- Loki sitting at the head of the table. The moment he noticed Anya, and then eventually her- he smiled a wicked smile, suddenly standing. Everyone fell silent and Anya put a hand around Crimson’s forearm- pulling the girl forward.

“As you all known, I’ve recently expanded my reign to that of earth- though currently I’m letting those aliens go at it. All the superheroes have to die someway.” He said and the thought of any of her friends ending up dead at the hands of Loki made her blood boil.

“Well, i’ve brought back… a sort of special present from Earth.” He said, his hand gesturing to Anya and Crimson. Crimson let her eyes land on each councillor- forcing herself to look bored despite the excitement that was beginning to brew under her skin. Whatever Loki was about to have her do would be dangerous indeed- and the thought excited her.

“Is this the human you’ve talked so highly about Loki?” One of the older councillors asked, and Loki hummed in approval as Anya brought her in, moving her towards the open area.

“Yes, you see.” He began moving towards Crimson- who turned her glare onto him. “She has gifts- given to her from whom I know not- but she has them. An odd arrangement of gifts- but they are what make her so special.” He held his hand out to her and her heart began racing even faster as she tried to hide the disbelief and raised her left hand, letting him grab it and pull off her ring.

She didn’t hear him speak as he moved away almost immediately- instead she focused on the sudden power rushing through her veins. After Loki had put the ring on her she had felt empty- desolate- broken. But now she felt whole once more- she felt powerful, and for the first time during everything she felt peace. She could almost hear Athena’s comforting words of wisdom and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in through her nose as her body relaxed for the first time in a few days.

When she opened her eyes Anya was no longer by her side, instead standing by Loki- and there had been a cauldron- seriously though, a cauldron- filled with water resting a few feet away from her. Her eyes landed on Loki- and she knew he could see the shock mingled with excitement in her face.

“She’s going to give us a demonstration of what she can do- just a taste.” He said, and though it seemed his words were directed to his guests she knew that they were meant for her. “We’ve brought up other prisoners- ones who have been sitting in their cells for goodness knows how long- for crimes long forgotten by most- who she’ll fight. Each fight will be a battle to the death.” He said, watching her closely.

Her heart almost stopped in its chest and she felt panic for a moment. She was about to fight for her life for entertainment like she was a gladiator in Rome or something. Her tongue licked her bottom lip almost nervously and she realized that there was no choice in this. She had to win- not for her but for Peter. For everyone back on Earth who were waiting for her. Crimson noticed a thin film appear between her and the guests- and realized it was similar to what was around her balcony. She listened as Loki told the guards to bring out the first prisoner, and she immediately turned her back to them and towards the second doorway- watching the doors open.

A prisoner stumbled out on his- its- own, snarling softly and looking everywhere. Upon seeing her he seemed to calm some, the battle axe in his hand looking absolutely spotless- and the prisoner himself looking clean. Their skin tone was purplish, and he seemed to have fangs in his mouth that prevented his mouth from closing all the way. He was decked out in armor similar to hers and along with the axe carried a shield.

They both stood there- staring at each other. Crimson tried to see if he was being forced into this- but realized he was doing it of his own free will. For a moment she wondered what they promised him if he won. She found that she didn’t care. He charged at her and she ducked sideways, rolling once before crouching on the ground- her left hand steadying her as her right hand held itself out towards the water. Water shot out at her command and she dove forward, ducking under the swing of his axe and coming up right in front of him.

She shoved the water down his throat- beginning to suffocate him as she slammed her hand into his face. Her left hand grabbed his throat- her added strength making it easy to push him- and tucked a leg behind his- pushing him over.

He landed on his back, shield being shoved out of the way, and she held them there as her elbow descended upon his face, breaking his nose after three hits. He was choking on the water she had put in his lungs and she forced herself to land the final blow- her hand closing and ripping towards the door he had entered from. His choking was suddenly cut off as the water shot into his heart and then spiked out as ice- the shards dripping with his purple blood as he laid there on the ground, dead.

Crimson stood and forced herself to back away, grabbing the edges of the cauldron as she fought of nausea and panic. She was doing this for Peter, she was doing this for Peter. She was doing this so she could one day go back to Peter- so that she might be by his side again and so that they might share their teenage superhero troubles together.

They brought out the next prisoner and Crimson tried desperately not to look him in the face, instead choosing to watch his weapons. She summoned her trident as he ran at her- and easily dodged his blows with his double blades. Though he moved fast Crimson managed to keep up, and for a moment he was pushing her back towards the wall, attempting to corner her. Right as he raised both blades she put her right hand almost a foot above her left on the trident and swung. The head of the trident smashed into his ribs and the blow threw him into the wall, stunning him.

Crimson used her water again to kill him, this time just stabbing him in the heart with an ice spike before she moved a few steps away- turning away to try and not see his dead body- though both were burned into her memory. Seared into her brain forever. The guards simply pushed the first body off to the side with the second one and when they brought the third prisoner out Crimson could feel tears burning her eyes.

She gritted her teeth- holding tight to her trident in her left hand as she watched what she hoped was the final prisoner- the daggers in her hands sending a spike of fear through Crimson.

‘You’ve worked with Natasha- you can handle an alien wielding knives. You have to.’ She told herself- bile creeping up the back of her throat. If she got the chance she’d kill Loki- she’d stab him through his rotten heart and end it all before he could try to tell her otherwise. She would kill him the moment she had the chance. The girl moved onto her and Crimson had to duck and weave, first moving back before beginning to shift her feet so the girl had her back to the guests.

Crimson was shuffling and moving along just fine until her foot caught on one of the bodies and she tumbled to the ground- trident leaving her hand and bouncing away from her. Immediately it began to dissolve and Crimson knew the girl was about to leap. She flipped herself onto her back and her hands scrambled for a weapon she could use- not controlling her fear for once as it was apparent on her face.

Her fingers landed on a worn handle and she grabbed it- time slowing down as the girl was diving towards her- blades raised to kill. Crimson pulled up the sword and held the handle with both hands- her eyes sliding close. The last thing she saw on the girl’s face was it turning from anger to fear, and then there was a heavy weight on her chest accompanied by a sickening sound that Crimson knew she was going to remember forever.

For a moment she laid there, the girls blades falling from her hands as she seemed to hover almost a foot above Crimson- dead. One of the knives cut across Crimson’s cheek and Crimson forced herself to open her eyes. The girl’s mouth was hung open and her eyes wide- body limp. Crimson felt the vomit coming up her throat and she just managed to push the sword and girl away before she turned to the bodies- vomiting up whatever she had in her stomach.

She couldn’t stop the tears that were rolling down her face as she laid there on her side- body trembling terribly as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve- trying desperately to ignore the fact that she was smearing blood across her face. Crimson moved to her hands and knees and noticed a pair of boots walking quickly towards her. She lurched away from them and onto her back, the second sword in her hand as she stared at the fourth prisoner standing there- watching her.

Crimson felt her will crumbling but the word Peter was being chanted over and over in her head and she knew she couldn’t die. Peter was counting on her to do what she had to do to survive. The prisoner was watching her- staring down at her tear ridden- blood speckled form as she laid on the ground, sword clutched so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Her chest was heaving and she was gritting her teeth together. His eyes were probing hers- seeing her fear and terror. Seeing the 16 year old underneath the armor and blood.

His eyes were filled with pity as he began moving forward again and Crimson blinked tears out of her eyes rapidly- moving backwards fast enough that she stumbled to her feet- nearly falling on her ass once more. He began attacking with his sword and Crimson met each blow barely- just managing to slap his sword away each time as he continued to push her back.

She didn’t realize she was near a wall until her back hit it. His sword came down and she ducked, the sound of metal on metal grating against her ears as she slammed her shoulder into his ribs- pushing him back enough to give her space. She took the chance to summon water and created a shield- pushing it at him to get him to back up as her sword swung around it. Eventually he was far enough away that the shield melted down and hugged her arm.

She took a few steps back and they both stood there- panting and staring each other down. Crimson rolled her shoulders and knew her armor was in the way of her wings- which she so desperately wanted to let free. The tears continued rolling down her face as she stood there, shield and sword hanging by her side as she stared at the prisoner. This man was going to haunt her until she died- this man- the one who was pitying her position and showing her kindness by just standing there- was going to be the one who hurt her most.

She raised her hands and pushed them forward, the cauldron emptying as the water shot at him- pushing him back and then down and taking away his sight. Crimson jumped forward and pinned him down- icing his arms down as she held the sword to his chest, more tears falling down her face and now landing on him. He managed to open his eyes and she bit on her bottom lip to keep from sobbing- her eyes regretful.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered quietly enough that no one but him managed to hear. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, and she saw the forgiveness in his eyes and she found herself wishing he was angry- wishing he’d try to fight and scream at her and try to kill her. She had to stand a little to put her weight behind the sword- and using her strength as well as her gifted strength she pushed the sword through with no problem- her head sagging as her eyes closed tightly- her teeth digging so hard into her bottom lip that she tasted blood. Maybe it was what she had smeared on her face earlier that she tasted- she didn’t know.

She heard voices but she sat there- straddling the kind dead man she had just murdered, because it was him or her, and she was too afraid to die. Hands gently grabbed her shoulders and she jerked away- crying out as she managed to get to her feet, the bloodied sword accompanying her movements.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t- touch me.” She cried out- and Anya stood there- hands up in surrender as she gazed upon Crimson with a gentle gaze- a gaze full of pity.

‘Another plot- another small act of kindness Loki will use against me.’ Her thoughts whispered, but she couldn’t help it. Her arm dropped and then the sword fell, and Anya swooped in. Anya immediately led her out of there and down the halls as fast as she could, murmuring soothing words in a language Crimson didn’t understand.

Anya stopped moving and began working at undressing Crimson and Crimson let her- sobs wracking her body as she cried and cried and cried. When Anya had managed to get the armor off her and the bathtub full Crimson just moved herself into the tub- not caring that she was still wearing the bottom layers they had first put on her.

In the bathtub she sobbed and scrubbed viciously at her hands- trying to get all the blood off of her. When there were still stains her sobs increased even more and Anya was there- once more murmuring soothing words as she gently worked at Crimson hands.

“I wanna go home.” She cried softly at first, her voice so small and childish that it reminded Anya who was sitting in the tub. “I want to go home!” She cried again, her voice beginning to grow louder as she began to repeat it until she was screaming.

Anya fell quiet and simply began cleaning Crimson, gently washing the girl down as she screamed and cried for home- for a boy named Peter- for her parents. Anya listened to the 16 year old sob and cry and beg for home as she undid her hair- and found that the wetness on her face was not from the water, but her own tears.

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