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[mistavybe]

Day 22: Favourite Mentor

→ Tony Stark / Iron Man being a (reluctant) surrogate Dad to Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Captain America: Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming, Avengers Infinity War, Avengers Endgame, Spider-Man Far From Home, Spider-Man No Way Home)

Tony Stark: “This is where you ZIP IT, alright? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you. And if you died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience.”

Peter Parker: “I understand. I just wanted to be like you.”

Tony Stark: “And I wanted you to be better.”

— Tony Stark schooling Peter Parker on how to be a better Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man in Spider-Man Homecoming

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[ughseoks-main]

the story of us

peter parker x reader

summary: a miscommunication has turned the fairytale ending of your story with peter into a tragedy.

- based on the song ‘the story of us’ by taylor swift -

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, just angst!

a/n: soooo this is the the first story out of many that i have planned for my taylor-song-based fics! good song, okayish writing. what isn’t to like??? anyways lmk what ya think & enjoy!!!

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From the moment you and Peter first met, you hoped that one day, you’d be able to tell the story of your relationship. You’d be able to recount how his cheeks tinted pink when your gazes locked, sparks flying instantly; how you crossed the room to talk to this mystery boy, and a feeling of right tugged deep in your gut.

Your relationship blossomed from the first hello, and before you knew it, you and Peter were attached at the hip. Friends and family would always tell you that the two of you were “the lucky ones,” and you couldn’t deny it. How you’d managed to find Peter still left you clueless, but one thing was for sure: you had no intention of ever letting him go.

But somehow, in the matter of a week, everything changed.

Glancing at your phone, you pushed open the door to the library. Your first instinct was to search the room for Peter— but you stopped yourself. You used to know that your place was the spot next to him, but now, you were searching the room for an empty seat. The large space was filled to the brim with students studying, watching netflix, or attempting to complete an assignment last-minute. Casting your gaze to the floor, you plopped down at the nearest vacant table, pulling out your laptop to continue writing your history essay.

After a few minutes of staring at the halfway-completed document, you sighed in frustration, running a hand through your tousled hair. Normally, you were a quick writer, the words flowing from your fingertips with ease; but now, you couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

As much as you hated to admit it, the source of your distraction was Peter. The argument that the two of you had three nights prior was the only thing you could focus on, and it was beginning to affect both your work and school life. Resting your chin on the palm of your hand, you allowed yourself to think back to what had transpired.

“Lately, I don’t even know what page you’re on!” you yelled, throwing up your hands in frustration, “What’s happened to you? It’s like you aren’t even Peter anymore.”

Recently, you’d felt like the two of you had been acting like you were more than just friends. But, clearly, you were wrong. Peter had been more distant than usual; he was staying out into the late hours of the night, ignoring texts and calls, and showing up to school with the darkest under eye bags you’d ever seen.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Peter retorted, desperation and panic seeping into his tone, “I’m still the same Peter you’ve always known. Nothing has changed!”

“You know that’s a lie,” you growled, pointing an accusing finger at him, “I can tell when you’re lying. Just tell me what’s going on!”

He clenched his jaw, averting his gaze from your fiery eyes.

“Is…” your voice dropped to a soft tone, emotion causing it to shake slightly, “Is it because of me?”

“What do you mean?” he replied, still not looking at you.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed it,” your voice had a bitter undertone to it; after all, you couldn’t believe he was denying what had been happening between the two of you, “You and I… I see us as being more than friends. Do you not feel the same way? Is that why you’ve been distant?”

Peter’s eyes blew wide open in shock, but it was only a moment before his face turned stone cold and the answer that you’d been dreading flew past his lips with ease.

“Yeah, it is.”

Although both of you knew that miscommunication leads to fallouts, neither party wanted to talk about what was happening. There were so many things that you wished he knew, but you just couldn’t break through the multiple walls you’d both erected between each other. They stood tall and proud, guarding your already fragile heart from being dealt the final blow that would inevitably shatter it into a million, glittering pieces.

Letting out a groan, you slammed your laptop shut, sliding it into your bag and storming out of the library. Clearly, you weren’t going to get any work done. 

Maybe I should just take the day off… you thought to yourself as you walked down the sidewalk, I can just finish my essay tomorrow. 

— -

How did you and Peter end up this way?

It was three weeks later, and you were standing in the middle of a party, nervously pulling at your sweatshirt and trying to look busy. Glancing around the room, your gaze met Peter’s. His eyes widened for a moment before he spun on his heel, leaving the room without so much as a peep.

That was the first time you’d seen him since the argument. You swallowed the lump in your throat and pretended like Peter wasn’t purposefully avoiding you as you turned the other day, trying to spot a familiar face amongst the crowd.

Once upon a time, you thought you’d tell the story of you and Peter. You’d explain how you almost lost you mind when you saw him for the first time; how he walked you home that night to make sure you’d make it back safe and sound.

But now, he held his pride like he should’ve held you.

God, you were scared to see the ending of this story. Why were you both pretending like this was nothing? It was almost too much for your body and mind to handle, and judging by the dark circles you’d spotted under Peter’s eyes, he wasn’t faring much better.

Words couldn’t describe just how badly you wanted to run into is arms, telling him just how much you missed him. But you had no idea how to.

Pulling out your phone, you drafted a text message, only to delete it a few seconds later. The last messages between you were from two weeks ago, and the last time you talked in person had been almost three.

Yet still, you’d check your phone every hour, hoping to see a notification from him.

Huffing, slipped your phone into your pocket and ran a hand through your hair, frustration and confusion flooding your system. Sure, you’d had arguments with Peter before, but you’d never heard silence quite this loud. And now, you were standing alone in a crowded room, and Peter was nowhere to be seen. Inside, you were dying to know if it was killing him like it was killing you, but you didn’t know what to say or ask to get past this roadblock. 

This terrible twist of fate had shattered everything, and the story of you and Peter looked a lot more like a tragedy now.

Ripping your phone back out of your pocket, your fingers slammed into the keyboard over and over again until finally you hit send, not giving yourself enough time to think twice about what you’d said.

You: hey. can we talk?

The frustration of feeling like this was a contest of who could act like they cared less had motivated you to finally reach out; after all, you liked it better when you were on each others’ sides. Your walls were still up, but… you’d lay down your armor if Peter said he’d rather love than fight.

The battle was in his hands now, so there was no point in letting this ruin the rest of your night. Sighing, you turned your screen off once more, sliding your phone into your pocket and turning to the friend who’d walked up next to you.

— -

Peter’s heart was beating a million times a minute as he stared at his phone screen, reading the text message on his screen over and over again. All he had to do was say yes or no, but for some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to reply.

It was a simple message, so why was this so hard? Was he scared of the conversation to follow? The chance of having his heart broken? Or was he, deep down, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong?

There were thousands of thoughts racing across Peter’s mind as he continued to stare at the screen, wishing there was a way to express what he was feeling. He had so many things to tell you, but he didn’t know how.

“Everything okay, dude?” Ned put a hand on Peter’s shoulder, throwing him a concerned glance, “You seem a little out of it.”

“Y-Yeah,” Peter locked his phone without replying, sliding it into his pocket so he didn’t have to reply, “I’m good.”

It looked like the story of you and Peter might be ending soon.

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[sincerelymlg]

My first writing challenge? MY FiRsT writing challenge! Ok! This is to celebrate me passing all of my classes, becoming financially independent (according to the government), and most importantly THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER!

 Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice!

Must reblog this post to spread the word!

Two people per prompt

All fics will be reblogged and added to a masterlist

No minimum word count or maximum word count

PLEASE USE THE READ MORE IF YOUR FIC IS MORE THAN 500 WORDS!

Want to use this as the beginning of a series? SURE GO AHEAD! Just make sure to tag me in all chapters and use the tag!

Can be Reader Insert, OC, or character x character

Can be any character/person! I read mostly Marvel/Star Wars, but I don’t want to limit those that are participating. 

No matter who you write it will be added to the masterlist.

No pedophilia/MAP/older and younger character dynamics

No incest 

No smut for any characters under 18

Include a warnings section and list any/all warnings

Send me an ASK with the character and prompt you want.

Use the tag #sincerelymlgwc

If I don’t reblog/add it to the masterlist within a week send me an ask and I will try and get that figured out.

Deadline is July 14, but if you need more time let me know. 

ANY FICS THAT DO NOT FOLLOW THESE RULES WILL NOT BE REBLOGGED OR ADDED TO THE MASTERLIST!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.” (1/2) @one-muggle-girl w/Bucky Barnes

“It was supposed to be simple.” (2/2) @notimetoblog w/Bucky Barnes, @holy-captain w/Steve Rogers

“Hush, I’m trying to kiss you.” (2/2) @underoossss w/Peter Parker, @littlemarvelfics w/Steve Rogers

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“If you have something to say, spit it out.” (1/2) @friday-ocean w/Bucky Barnes

“I’m allowed to be angry.” (1/2) @lxnarholland w/Steve Rogers

“Just hold me.” (2/2) @kentuckybarnes w/Bucky Barnes, @littledarlinwrites​ / @littledarlinhavefaithinme w/ Bucky Barnes/Matt Murdock

“I do care.” (2/2) @wienerbarnes w/Bucky Barnes, @afterglowparker w/Peter Parker

“Just let me show you how I feel.”

“That should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.” (2/2) @sgtjbuccky-main w/Bucky Barnes, @tbetz0341 w/Clint Barton, @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone w/Bucky Barnes

AU/Trope Prompts:

Soulmates (1/2) @spiderboysparker w/Bucky Barnes

University

Fake Dating/Secret Relationship (2/2) @softhairbarnes w/Stephen Strange, @agentpegcxrter w/Bucky Barnes

Roommates (1/2) @spiderboytotherescue w/Peter Parker

Mob (1/2) @docharleythegeekqueen w/Bucky Barnes

King/Queen of Hell (1/2) @southsideavalon w/Tom Holland

Enemies to Lovers

Boxer

Coffee Shop

Supernatural (not the show)

Greek Stories:

Orpheus and Eurydice (2/2) @galaxy-parker w/Peter Parker, @serpienten w/ Bucky Barnes

Hades and Persephone (2/2) @peachy-parkers w/Tom Holland, @honeyjotunheim w/Bucky Barnes

Icarus (1/2) @spiderrpcrker w/Natasha Romanoff

Pandora’s Box

Trojan War (1/2) @lexiamarv w/Steve Rogers

Fairy Tales:

Cinderella (2/2) @thestorydetective w/Peter Parker, @dutchiewhotriestowrite w/Bucky Barnes

Beauty and the Beast (2/2) @grandmascottlang w/Bucky Barnes, @calum-hoodwinked-me w/??

Rapunzel (1/2) @quxntumvandyne w/Scott Lang,

Sleeping Beauty

The Little Mermaid (1/2) @reyisqueen-imagines w/Stephen Strange

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[galaxy-parker]

teen angel (angel of mine)

wow i wrote an intro to a story i haven’t even started on but whatever here you go pls don’t unfollow me

(it’s a gaurdian angel au?? i’m kind of excited)

~ 

You meet him the day the sun stops shining, the day the world becomes dark and grim.

He watches you from the sill of your window, somehow all too quiet and all too loud at once. Too noticeable but invisible all the same.

The shadow of feathered wings stretches in the darkness behind him, his face barely illuminated by the stars. You watch him warily, perched there like a bird and for a moment- only one- you wonder if he’s a demon, come to drag you to the depths of hell. You wonder if those pink lips- the lips that look so sweet and human- will pull back to reveal rows of fangs, dripping in darkness.

But then he bares his perfect teeth in a honeyed smile and the evil thoughts plaguing your mind vanish. The anxious pounding of your heart softens. The raw cold feeling is chased away and a comforting warmth takes its place.

He speaks your name, he whispers it like a song and it carries on a phantom wind. You hope he stays.

‘Y/N,’ He says. ‘I’m here to help you.’

You shake your head. ‘To help me,’ You repeat, the words sound dull and plain on your own tongue. ‘Help me with what?’

‘You’ll see,’ He replies.

A raunchy feeling courses through your body, one that you can’t shake away and despite his calming presence you can’t help but think whatever he has in store for you is miserable at best. But you trust him all the same.

‘You’ll see,’ He repeats.

~ 

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[lucky-charms-writes]

Caught

A/n: oh my lord this took forever to write. Enjoyyyyyy, @peter-prkers this is for you bby. Also I got hella lazy with the ending, oops

Word count: lol bish I’m too lazy. Jk there’s 1,509 words.

Warnings: just floof I guess

Art. It was the one outlet that allowed people to express themselves and their emotions, their thoughts, their passion. It was a safe haven of sorts to you, and it was something that you took pride in doing. You took pride in telling people that you were an artist whenever they asked what you did for a living. You took pride in your little art studio where you taught private art classes, sold art supplies, and created masterpieces for people. It wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, it wasn’t like you made millions every day, but it was enough to keep you going, and you wouldn’t trade anything for it. Art was your life. Your source of relaxation and calmness. Whenever you got mad, you grabbed a paintbrush, a large blank canvas, several cans of paint and went to town. Paint would be flung at the smooth white surface, splattering against it with its vibrant colors, creating a new and unique masterpiece that no one could recreate. The feeling at the end of that, the feeling of seeing that beautifully strange new work or art was something that calmed you, put you at ease, made you feel whole and okay...You would never get enough of it.

Of course, all artists have a muse; a source of inspiration. And you were no exception.

At first, your muse was the ocean. There was something about the sound of the crashing waves, the smell of the salty water, the cool feeling of the ocean spray hitting your face gently as the harsh blue waves collided into unforgiving rocks...the ocean, beautiful and elegant yet deadly and merciless, it enchanted you. Captivated you. But then you met *him*.

*Him*, being the beautiful man who was a regular at your studio. He was kind yet intimidating, captivating yet mysterious, and you couldn’t escape him.

The first time you met him was when he wandered into your studio one autumn afternoon, when the sun was slowly starting to turn the blue sky into a stunning masterpiece of oranges, purples, and pinks, when you were waiting for the last hour and a half to end so you could go home and binge watch some TV series while stuffing your face with takeout. So, overall, it had been a typical afternoon. But then the little bell rang shrilly through the air, indicating that yet another customer and come in. You stood from where you were crouched as you restocked the watercolor pencils and walked over to the front of the shop.

And there he was. Dressed in a simple dark button up over a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of combat boots. He looked a little rough around the edges, with his clothes looking a little bit worn out, his brown hair long and uncombed, a dark shadow of scruff on his face. But you were completely bewitched by his eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes that seemed to hold so many stories and memories, that carefully scanned your various sketchbooks...Good lord, he was beautiful.

You had approached him, asking if he needed any help to which he replied yes, he did. He needed a sketchbook large enough to create decently sized drawings, yet small enough to carry around easily. You had nodded and went off about the different types of sketchbooks, the textures of the paper, the prices, how many pieces of paper there were...all with a smile on your face. But it wasn’t your usual ‘polite’ smile, it was a genuine one. And it was directed towards the beautiful stranger before you, who you didn’t seem to notice was openly staring at you with interest and curiosity.

Ever since that day, he kept coming back. He kept coming back and every time he did, you guys would talk for hours on end. You learned that his name was James but eventually learned that it was Bucky as well. Over time, as the two of you grew closer, he opened up completely to you. Sometimes it was over coffee in to-go cups in the mornings while sitting on a park bench. Other times it was at your studio as you worked on a new work or art for a client. And more recently, at your apartment in the kitchen.

When he talked about his past, his eyes shone with emotion. Whether it be pain, pride, love, or joy; his eyes told you everything.

It didn’t take you very long to fall for him, but boy did you fall *hard*. You felt like a teenage girl in love again, and you couldn’t care less. You cherished every moment with Bucky, craved his simple touches on the hand or arm, longed to hear his voice when you were apart.

And then, one day while you were overcome with emotions for this man...you painted.

You painted and painted and painted. Blues, grays, greens, browns, tans, blacks and whites smeared across the canvas as they formed one large masterpiece, one that you would never to able to top. You had painted *him*, the source of all your feelings. It was him, standing with his head tilted slightly upwards, staring up at the painted sky, the ocean all around him. Matching his eyes. The painting had taken days to perfect, but the end result was worth all of your hard work.

It was by far your best work, and you had never been so proud.

Soon, your sketchbooks became filled with drawings of him and his enchanting eyes. Did you feel a bit like a stalker? Yes, with a capital Y. But try as you might, you just couldn’t stop drawing him; couldn’t get him out of your head until you picked up a pencil and drew. Since the two of you had become close friends, and you didn’t want to ruin any chance you had at making it something more than ‘just friends’. So you hid every sketchbook you owned from him, never letting him see what you were drawing (unless by some miracle it wasn’t him), and never leaving him alone with any of your artwork.

Three months. That’s how long you were able to hide your art from Bucky. You were honestly surprised that it had taken that long, considering his past and what he was capable of.

It had been an accident. You had forgotten about one of your sketchbooks in your tiny living room and had left Bucky alone there so that you could use the bathroom. When you came back into the room, you found Bucky sitting on your couch, legs crossed, fingers gingerly running over the papers that held drawings as he scanned each piece of art with those steely ocean eyes of his, hands careful not to tear the pages as he turned them.

With a yelp, you lunged for your sketchbook as you threw yourself at Bucky, grabbing the sketchbook and hugging it to your chest, praying that you didn’t rip a page by accident. You didn’t notice that you were sprawled across Bucky’s lap until he cleared his throat and tapped you on the shoulder.

“That was kinda rude, I was looking at that.” He said, his voice teasing. You glared at him.

“Excuse you, that is private property.” You said with narrowed eyes.

He grinned at you. “But you’re such a good artist! I like looking at your drawings, they’re really good; very realistic.” He said with a shrug. “In fact, they’re so well drawn, I was able to tell that it was me you’ve been drawings.”

Your face burned red and when you looked at him, his half-grin half-smirk was teasing.

Rolling off of his lap, you sat facing him, hugging your knees, your sketchbook tossed onto the coffee table that was littered with countless papers and art supplies.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

Bucky laughed. “Why?”

You shrugged and fiddled with a loose thread on your sweater’s sleeve. “For drawing you, without your permission, like a creep.”

Bucky laughed again and you groaned as you leaned forward to punch his arm. “Stop laughing at me, Meanie!”

Bucky grinned at you, blue eyes shining. “I’m sorry, you’re just adorable.” Your face flushed at that. “I know you, you weren’t being creepy. You’re an artist for God’s sake! You see beauty and art in everything, even in people like me.”

You frowned at him. “What do you mean by that? ‘People like you’?”

Bucky shrugged and smiled, but it wasn’t genuine. “People like me who don’t have any beauty left in them.”

You want to laugh at that, because that was the stupidest thing you had ever heard.

“That’s far from true.”

Bucky looked up at you.

“You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met.”

The two of you just sat there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, before he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You hugged him back, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

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[quxntumvandyne]

new partner

pairing: policeofficer!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1.6k

warnings: death, gun firing

summary: It’s been years since Bucky has lost Steve, his partner in battle since they were children. You are his first partner in years, and today is your first day together. 

a/n: hey guys! this is my oneshot submission for Soph and Aub’s Post-Endgame Depression Writing Challenge! I hope you like it, it’s kinda short for me but i still love it! and go follow soph and aub @laureharrier / @emmaewatson & @tommyparkerr 

. . . . .

“Steve!”

BANG BANG.

No other sounds could be heard but the clanks of bullet falling to the ground and his partner’s body hitting the ground. Ringing filled his ears as he watched his best friend lie still, blood seeping from his chest, free of a bulletproof vest.

He watched, sitting by his side and leaning over his face, the blood drain while Steve’s face went pale.

“Buck.”

“Steve? Steve, no, NO! STEVE!”

“Buck,” he said again. He knew there wasn’t much time left with the fight still occurring all around them. But neither of them could focus on anything but each other.

“Steve,” he croaked, his voice ridden with guilt and streams of tears falling down his cheeks. A raspy sob escaped his throat as Steve lifted a hand onto his shoulder.

Bucky looked up, lifting his head off of Steve’s chest to see his eyes, bloodshot but full of contentment. They both knew what would become of this, but Steve could accept it. It would be long before Bucky ever could.

You were in the middle of Brooklyn, battling HYDRA agents who had caught you, Steve, Sam and others in your squad on a mission to gather intelligence. There were people around and running through the streets, trying to avoid bullets and grenades, with cars in the surrounding areas on fire. People were watching every move you made, knowing the names of you, Steve and Sam for saving the public multiple times.

For years, Steve and Bucky had done everything together. Bucky had been there when Steve lost his parents; Steve was there for Bucky when he lost his arm and came back from the war. Through every up and down, they were there for one another. But this time, Bucky was alone.

“It’s alright Buck.”

Bucky watched as the life left Steve’s eyes and the hand on his shoulder slid down to the ground. His friend was gone.

“Barnes. You and Rogers have done us wrong for long enough. You come undercover to HYDRA and betray us? What more did you expect than for us to kill your beloved Captain.”

Bucky stood up, turned to Vaughn’s face and lodged his cold metal fingers around the throat of HYDRA leader Andre Vaughn.

“Say his name again and I squeeze tighter.” The look of rage in his eyes could have turned any man to stone. He could kill him here and now, finishing this. But a voice spoke up behind him.

“Barnes,” said Sam. He looked at Wilson, standing next to Steve’s stiff body with that same rage. “Not here. Not now.” Barnes and Wilson were not always close but your mutual care and friendship with Steve made you acquaintances.

They looked at each other for a minute while Vaughn struggled to breathe in Bucky’s unforgiving grasp before he released, letting Vaughn fall to the ground.

“Next time,” Bucky said looking at Sam and then to Vaughn, “I won’t be so gentle. You will pay for this. But not today.”

“We’ll see.”

. . . . .

“Sorry, oh um sorry. Sorry!”

You stumbled into the building holding your bag and coffee, walking into your first day on the job in Department 107. Recently you had finished your training and now were accepted as the newest agent in the department, the most famous one in Brooklyn. It had been a dream for years, and it was finally happening.

Bumping into people on the way in, you find yourself in Captain Roscoe’s office, ready to start your first day. You knew you’d be getting a partner to train you for now, and it was someone who’s been with the department for a while. It could’ve been anyone, but you were determined to make a good first impression, attempting to not make a complete fool out of yourself.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Ready to begin training?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Your partner doesn’t know yet that you’ll be working with him, he can be kind of a pain in the ass.”

Wonderful.

“He’s one of the best in the business, hopefully, you can get him to ease up a bit on his workload. Always at work, right Barnes?”

“Mmm.”

“Barnes,” Rosoce said trying to get the man’s attention but he seemed to be dozing off. You stood behind Roscoe, wearing small black heels, black slacks and a long-sleeve white shirt tucked in. Your hair was down, recently cutting it so it was too short to put up and one strand was always in your face, never staying behind your ear. Hands clasped behind your back, you watch as Roscoe shoved the man in his chair, causing him to jump and spill his coffee on the counter.

“Good God Roscoe, what do you need?” the man said.

Roscoe glared at him and glanced over at you. Awkwardly smiling, you reached a hand out to the man and introduced yourself. “L/N.”

“Bucky,” he said, grabbing your hand and shaking it before getting paper towels from a drawer in his desk to clean the coffee up.

“You’re making a fantastic first impression here Barnes.”

“First impression?”

“She’s your new partner.”

You had hoped for a better reaction than what you got, seeming to only make Bucky more upset by just being there.

“Do we have to do this today, Roscoe? You know what today is for me. This isn’t a good time.”

“It’s a perfect time. You can distract yourself from it by training our rookie here and showing her around, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said under your breath, with a very noticeable sarcasm dripping off your words.

“I’ll leave you to it, have a good day Miss L/N,” Roscoe said, and with that, he was gone. “So…”

“Yes?” he said, looking at you sideways, with an almost humorous look in his eyes.

“What are we going to do first?”

“Wow, you’re chipper for your first day.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

He chuckled at you, quickly realizing that the two of you were not the perfect match. He spun his chair slowly while drinking the little coffee in the mug that was left. “Doll, this isn’t a walk in the park.”

“Well, it can’t be rocket science either,” you replied, putting your hands on your hips, cocking one to the side.

“Well alright then,” He stood up out of his chair and stepped towards you, standing close enough so you could feel the breath on his face. “Let’s see what you can do, doll.”

“Call me doll again, and this won’t be a very fun day for either of us.”

“Fiesty, aren’t you? But, noted.”

. . . . .

The noise of guns had never been something you could get used to, but it became apparent that that would have to change. Bucky brought you into a room with different stalls with guns on a table, eye goggles and headphones. In the distance, there was a target with different rings on it and a bullseye.

“You ever shot a gun?”

“In unfortunate circumstances, yes. But I’ve never been properly taught how to shoot.”

“Well, miss, today’s your lucky day,” Bucky said, standing next to you. You looked over and up slightly to see his face and you just realized how tired he really was. The bags under his eyes were almost purple, and the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You were staring at my face.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

He shook his head and crossed his arms. “Whatever, go put the goggles and headphones on.”

“Fine.” you rolled your eyes while walking to the table and positioned the goggles over your eyes, and the headphones on your ears. Bucky walked up beside you and picked up the Glock 22. Bucky loaded the magazine and cocked the gun, handing it to you. It was cold in your hands, and you immediately felt like you had a weight of responsibility on your shoulders.

Bucky took your shoulders and positioned them to face forward, and your arms up, hands on either side of the gun.

“Aim, shoot.”

You took a deep breath, focusing on the target and putting your right pointer finger over the trigger. You hesitated, feeling anxious that he was watching your every move but you knew you could do this.

I can do this.

BANG. BANG.

You felt ripples go through your arms as the gun fired two bullets into the target. Goosebumps ricocheted all over your body, a feeling that you would have again and again. You set down the gun with your hands shaking, not even looking at the target. It made you feel emotions you hadn't felt before, and you didn’t know what to make of them.

“No way.”

You looked at Bucky who stared in shock at the target and were confused by his expression until you turned back to the target. You hit the bullseye. Twice.

“You’re sure you’ve never fired a gun?”

“I have, just never been trained.”

“Doesn’t seem like you need much training. I used to be in this room all the time practicing with Steve…” Bucky stopped talking after saying that name, his face becoming cold and his body language showing that ‘Steve’ was a touchy subject.

“Who’s Steve?”

“No one, it’s nothing.”

You changed the topic to avoid making him upset. “So, what your saying is, that I’m already better than you at shooting a gun?”

You smirked at him as he looked at you surprised b your cocky attitude. Even you were shocked, but couldn’t control the words flowing from your lips.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kinda did, Mr. Barnes.”

“Don’t call me Mr. Barnes, Bucky is fine.”

“Is Bucky your real name?”

“Are you usually this annoying or do you try?”

“All na-tu-ral.”

He chuckled and you could once again smell his breath, which smelled like coffee and days old vodka. Neither of you noticed that you had been moving closer together and were almost nose to nose as you had been bantering back and forth. You cleared your throat and removed your goggles, setting them on the table next to the headphones.

“So, what’s next?”

“You’re a handful.”

“I’m sure you can handle it, Bucky.”

“We’ll see.”

. . . . .

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pier pressure // ch. 2 karaoke

words: 3.8k

warnings: slight nudity? nothing 18+ tho, all the awkward moments and fluff

summary: It was finally summer vacation and you were spending it all summer in California. You and your five best friends had been invited to the Stark STEM Summer Program and couldn’t wait to start, but of course, it got off to a rough start. You met someone and quickly hit it off but when disaster strikes, he disappears. But where to?

a/n: chapter 2 is here!! i told y’all i was sticking to my schedule, and i love this chapter so much. and it only gets crazier from here. thank you for all your support, love y’all! xoxo lena

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“Uh, sure?”

“I lost my key, I must’ve left it at the bar. Sorry, I know it’s really awkward.”

You had slipped your heels off in the elevator so you were almost a foot shorter than Peter, completely soaking wet in your dress and cold. He chuckled and shook his head, opening the door and gesturing for you to come inside. You awkwardly walked in, bag in hand and stood in the room.

There were three computers set up on the desk inside, with luggage everywhere and the sheets on the beds were messy. The bathroom light was still on with toothbrushes and combs on the counter; it was a mess.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting guests. Ned can kinda throw his stuff around sometimes, but I’m not much better.” He closed the door and walked over to stand next to you, realizing you were shivering.

“Hey, do you want some clothes? I have some joggers and a t-shirt that you can wear until your friend gets back from the party.”

“Uh, um-”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, please that would be great.” Peter walked over to get a shirt and joggers for you and you set your bag down. He came back over and handed you a grey t-shirt and some black joggers and you stepped inside the bathroom. Once you closed the door you slid down the back, a bit of deja vu from the first time you met him. You sat for a moment, thinking about how fast everything had happened, and how random it all was. It was so easy to talk to him, you could've stayed there for hours if it hadn’t started to rain. It hasn’t rained like that in awhile in California, but you were thankful for it. He had grabbed your hand in the process of finding shelter and it just felt right.

Standing up, you tried to unzip the back of your dress but couldn’t quite get it. Realizing that you would have to ask Peter for help, you opened the door to find him shirtless, changing out of his wet clothes.

“OH, uh I-”

“What’s up?” He stood in between the beds, still wearing his slacks with the belt tightened around his waist and his damp shirt in his hands. You could’ve studied every vein on his arm and every freckle on his chest but snapped back to reality to ask him to unzip the dress.

“Could you, um, do me a favor?”

He cocked an eyebrow but set down his shirt, and began to walk your way. “Sure.”

“Can you unzip my dress?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he stopped and a blush formed on his cheeks, unable to make it disappear. You noticed it and blushed as well, knowing it would make him feel awkward.

“No problem.”

You turned around and moved your wet hair to let him have access to the zipper. He stepped behind you and took it in one hand and holding onto the dress in another and started to unzip. It felt like hours had passed in the quick ten seconds he did it, feeling his skin on yours again. Thankfully, the zipper didn’t go too low so nothing was exposed but you didn’t wear a bra with the dress, which was possibly worse.

Grabbing on the front of the dress to keep it up, you turned around and quickly said, “Thanks,” before shuffling back into the bathroom.

“Anytime,” Peter said, his eyes following you back into the bathroom, his voice shaking from nerves.

You took a deep breath after you shut the door once more and slipped the dress off. Grabbing a towel, you wrapped it around your body- that was covered in goosebumps from the cold air in the bathroom- to dry you off and then rung out your hair over the shower. His clothes were a little bit baggy but not enough to where they would fall right off you. The joggers were just plain black but had elastic around the ankles and the shirt, which you hadn’t seen before, had a cartoon of Spiderman on the front.

“Really?” you whispered to yourself, chucking at his shirt of choice.

Nevertheless, you slipped it on and took a look in the mirror. Your hair was starting to dry little by little and your makeup was a little runny; with a ring of mascara around your eyes and your foundation coming off a bit, but you’ve looked worse.

You opened the door to see Peter fully clothed, leaning on his bed and flipping through channels on the TV until stopping on a news channel. He sat up with wide eyes as you stared at him in confusion until you took a look at the TV. And your stomach dropped.

The bar where the students had been was attacked by a gang, Pacific Blazers. Not only were you and Peter there before leaving, but your friends were still there. Peter was already on the phone trying to contact Ned and you ran over to your bag and got out your phone, immediately calling Val.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Y/N?” you heard Val say from the other end of the line.

“VAL!”

“Where are you?!” she said, hoping you weren’t still out in front of the bar.

“I’m at the hotel? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. You heard what happened?”

“Yeah, did anyone get hurt?”

“A couple people got hurt but nobody died. Carol got-”

“Carol?”

“A… friend. She thinks she may have fractured her wrist and Wanda bumped her head pretty bad after people started to run out. Otherwise, we’re okay.”

“Thank goodness.”

“But why the hell did you leave? You had all of us worried!”

“I’m back at the hotel with Peter.” Oh, no. Should not have said that.

“WHAT?” Val shrieked, causing you to hold the phone away from your ear because of her volume.

“I’ll explain later. Just get back, would you?”

“Fine, but I better get all the details.”

“See you soon, bye.”

You hung up the phone and heard Peter hang up the phone as well, obviously getting in contact with Ned. “Everyone ok?”

You smiled, thankful all of your friends were. “Yeah, you?”

“Shaken up but no one is hurt. Luckily.”

You walked over and sat on the edge of what must’ve been Ned’s bed. You and Peter were quiet for the next couple of minutes before Peter was on his phone and called you over.

“Hey, come look at this.”

You walked over and sat next to him, looking at his screen. A large man who must’ve been the leader of the gang stood at the front but you couldn't see his face. He had long stringy black hair and wore sunglasses. He was tall but fairly skinny, wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. He walked in the front door of the bar with the other men following him. The footage was from a camera in the bar, so the image wasn’t clear enough to see his face. The other members had black masks on and sunglasses so none of their faces were visible. The leader snapped his fingers, and the members spread out across the group. They were talking to the leader while walking around.

“EVERYONE FREEZE!”

Nobody dared to move but they couldn’t seem to find the person they were looking for.

“WHERE IS HE?” the leader shouted, obviously not finding the person he wanted. The next words you could hear clear as day.

“I’m going to count to five and you had all better be out of here.”

Every person in the room scrambled to leave, people trampling one another as you spotting Okoye and Val running amongst the crowd dragging Wanda along with them. Ned was one of the first ones out, letting everyone else pass him once he exited the bar.

Your hand covered your mouth and eyes teared up, seeing your best friends put in that situation while you and Peter were driving away back to the hotel. Peter had a straight face as he turned off his phone and something seemed to be bothering him but you didn’t ask.

“Hey, there was nothing we could’ve done.”

“I know,” he said, but there was still a look of guilt plastered on his face.

“Who are those guys anyway?”

“Hopefully people we never have to meet.”

You sat criss-cross applesauce next to him on the bed and grabbed the remote before realizing that Peter’s hand was already on it. You looked down and moved your hand, thinking to yourself, Could I be trying any harder to embarrass myself?

“Do you want to watch Law and Order?”

“SUV?”

“I mean if that’s your thing,” Peter said, smiling at you. He was obviously trying to lighten the mood and take your minds off the conflict.

“Shut up,” you said, laughing and taking the remote from him. You turned onto that channel and started watching, before leaning back and realizing just how tired you were.

After about 3 episodes in, your eyes were starting to doze on and off. The last thing you told yourself in your head was, Don’t you dare fall asleep in his bed.

So much for that working out.

. . . . .

“Dude. Really?”

You jolted awake, realizing you had your head on something hard and was curled up next to it. Sitting up suddenly, you saw that it was Peter’s chest you had fallen asleep on, with his arm wrapped around you.

“What- I, um...  you must be Ned?”

“Yeah. Can I ask you something?”

You got up out of the bed and stood on the opposite of Ned who was standing over Peter, still fast asleep.

“What are you doing in bed with Peter?”

“After the party last night, I-I lost my hotel key card and Peter let me stay in here. I must’ve fallen a-asleep before my friends got home.”

“Last I checked, you asked me to let you in.” Peter’s groggy voice spoke up, stretching while looking at you and then looking over to see Ned who he had not realized was in the room. He jumped up and looked back and forth between the two of you.

“Ned- I can, uh- why are you laughing?”

Ned was doubled over, laughing so hard he was almost crying at how awkward the two of you were being about this.

“Guys, don’t stress it. I’m just messing with you, this might be the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

He caught his breath, as you started to gather your stuff and head over to your room.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, um I’m gonna go over to my room. Thanks, again Peter.”

“Wait!” he said, scrambling out of bed to try and catch you.

“I’ll see you later.” you opened the door and closed it behind you. Walking across the hall, you knew that the next hour would be full of questions from Val and the rest of your friends. You knocked on the door and almost immediately, Val opened it and snickered. You must’ve looked ridiculous and honestly, you didn’t want to know how bad it was.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Mrs. Parker.”

“Really?”

“Duh, I am never letting this go.”

“I hate you.”

You pushed past her and dropped your stuff on the floor before flopping back onto your bed, finally free from looking stupid in front of Peter for a while.

“So, tell me all about it!”

“Do I have to right now?”

“Yes, let me go get the girls first because they’ll be pissed if I hear it without them. I cannot believe you’re having a summer romance, this is like a movie.”

“What?” You sat up to look at her as she put some socks on to walk down the hall.

“Dude, he’s totally obsessed with you. And I know you think he’s cute.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Pfft. Sure you don’t.”

“Have I ever told you I hate you?”

“So much I might think you’re serious.”

You laughed together, knowing that she was truly your best friend and could read you like a book. Maybe you did think he was attractive but you couldn't let anything come of it. You were here for the Summer Program which started tomorrow so no more playing around.

Val came back with Wanda, Hope, and Okoye and they all sat on the bed. Val was more interested than the others until you started telling them about unzipping the dress.

“No way.”

“Did you really?”

“Now you’re just trying to make moves on him.”

“I mean, he is cute.”

“GUYS! Nothing happened, it was awkward but nothing happened,” you explained after their words all scrambled together. They all looked at you suspiciously, knowing they didn’t believe you but continued on until the end, to which they all laughed.

“Val was right, this is like a movie.”

“Can we not talk about it anymore? I just want to get my mind off this topic.”

Everyone looked at each other and somehow all had the same idea. “The beach.”

. . . . .

“Hey, Carol!”

You watched Val run over to that same blonde woman from the bar last night, and give her an awkward side hug. Leaning over to Hope who was walking next to you, you asked who it was.

“Carol Danvers, they met last night at the bar. They talked for a while but Val refuses to say anything about it. She gets awkward every time we try to bring it up.”

“Oh, you mean like you used to when we asked about Scott?”

“Shut up.” You giggled, nudging Hope with your arm and she nudged you back, blushing. None of you were very good at talking about love or relationships, making it easy to talk or not talk about them.

You all set your stuff on the ground, marking your spot on the beach among all the people. You peeled off your tank top and shorts to reveal your swimsuit for the day; a blue and white striped two-piece but with high waisted bottoms. Everyone else took off their shirts and shorts and had just their swimsuits on, with you and Hope running to the water right away. It had been years since you all had been to the beach so you wanted to take full advantage of the time you had before the program started tomorrow.

Hours had passed during that afternoon while you were on the beach with your friends, floating on the water and building sandcastles and turning Wanda into a sand mermaid. It truly was something out of a movie.

Of course, after getting out of the water, your skin was burning from the sun. You never realized how hot it was until you saw how burnt Wanda and Hope were.

You walked out of the water to dry off and noticed that your skin was tingling and stung when touched. You moved the towel over your sensitive skin, wincing as it sent waves of fire down your body. Finally, you dried off your hair and put your clothes back on, the girls following you back to your stuff.

“Oh my god Wanda, your shoulders. Are you okay?” you said.

“You need some aloe,” Okoye agreed.

“I need food more than I need aloe. Where do you want to go to dinner?” Wanda asked.

“Fat Sal’s?” you suggested.

“You know a guy named Fat Sal?” Val asked.

“No dummy, it’s a deli.”

“Let’s do it!” Hope said. All six of you, including Carol who Val invited to hang out today, woo-ed in agreement and you headed over in a Jeep altogether. Okoye was driving and you listened to ‘Shoop’ by Salt n Pepa, to which you and Val knew all the words so you screamed them all in the backseat with Carol in between you, who was amused yet annoyed by the arms flailing around her.

You arrived and sat all together at a large table, ready to finally enjoy some food. You all ordered and saw that there was karaoke which was definitely your thing.

“Y/N, you have to go do a song.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come one! It will be fun.”

“I don’t like to sing in front of people!”

“ALRIGHT, WHO’S GOING TO KICK OFF THE SUMMER AND BE OUR FIRST COUPLE ON KARAOKE NIGHT?”

The crowd erupted in screams as you shrunk down in your seat, hoping to not get picked but before you knew it, Val and Carol had you by the arms and brought you up to the stage.

“Guys, wait!”

“WELCOME, SINGER NUMBER TWO! MEET YOUR PARTNER!”

You blinked and regained control of your eyesight from the blinding spotlight and turned to shake hands with a familiar face.

“Y/N?”

“Peter?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

. . . . .

“SO, WHAT SONG WILL THE HAPPY COUPLE BE PERFORMING TONIGHT?”

“We’re um, not a coupl-”

“ANY SUGGESTIONS FROM THE CROWD?”

You heard a voice from your table say ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life’!” You knew it must’ve been Val, who could always come up with the perfect way to embarrass you.

You and Peter both protested but the crowd had different ideas, loving the idea of you two singing the famous song. Your head fell into your hands as the stage manager handed Peter the microphones and handed one to you.

“Thanks.” You leaned over and whispered into his ear, “We can forget this ever happened after it’s over.”

He laughed and whispered back, “I don’t know, this might be ingrained into my memory forever from sheer humiliation. But I’m glad it’s with you.”

You stepped away and your face felt hot, hearing the music start and the lyrics come up on a screen in the distance for you and Peter to follow. Peter starts to sing, realizing how nervous he is to be doing this and goes through the whole verse before it’s your turn.

You hold the mic with both hands up to your mouth and begin your lines. All eyes are on you as you close your eyes and began to sing.

All of Peter’s focus was on you, listening to your melodic voice fill the room as you started to sing together. He walked forward and grabbed your hand, as the two of you locked eyes and kept singing but only focused on each other. The two of you sang right up until the climax of the song until the music was suddenly cut off.

The front door of the place was slammed open, almost ripping off its hinges as none other than Felix Mendez walked through. Mendez was the leader of the Pacific Blazers but you and Peter only recognized him from the blurry footage of the attack on the bar. Unknowingly to you, it became clear to Peter that they were after him. It was the second attack in 48 hours near him and this time he could do something about it. You, on the other hand, were so scared your knees were shaking. You took a quick glance to where your friends were and did a subtle motion for them to leave. Carol quietly helped everyone out a back exit but Val wouldn’t leave you there alone.

“Peter, I-” You looked over to see nothing but a shadow and the microphone. Peter was no longer there but in the blink of an eye, the gang was all inside the building and searching for someone like they did at the bar.

“He has to be here! I won’t let him out of my grasp a second time. I will tower above that little insect as he wishes there was something he could do to stop me.”

“You got a big mouth dude, ever think about closing it once and a while?”

Every eye in the room turned to the front door again to see Spiderman leaning against the door frame, in an oddly familiar way to you. You were thrilled, not just because it was your first time seeing an Avenger in person but especially because it was Spiderman.

Mendez only had to look at him for a couple seconds before lunging forward to grab him. The entire restaurant was in chaos very quickly with people running in every direction to try and find an exit. The other gang members pushed their way through the crowd, but not before one of them got a hold of you and starting pulling you towards the fight. As hard as you pulled, the man with blonde dreads and almost black colored eyes looked at you and smiled, knowing you could not escape his tight grasp.

You shrieked, trying to find Peter to help you and hoping he wasn’t hurt. He did take off, however, so maybe he could sense something was wrong.

“Peter! Peter!”

You tried, again and again, to shove his arm off but then felt another arm swing around your waist. A flash of red and blue slid next to you and whisked you away but not before giving the man who attacked you a swift blow to the nose.

“You’re- um, hi Spi-Spiderman.”

“Uh, hey,” he said awkwardly, his large white eyes on his suit moving so quickly he was almost twitching.

“Thank you.”

“You ready?”

“For what- AAHHHH!”

He shot a web out of his web shooters, straight onto the ceiling and swung the two of you right over the gang who was now getting beat up by restaurant goers trying to help out in the fight. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and wrapped yourself around Spiderman like a koala, praying that you wouldn’t fall into the crowd.

“Can’t. Breathe.” Okay, maybe you were squeezing too hard.

You got back to the stage and he stepped down, releasing the last web he shot and you were still off the ground refusing to let go.

“Uh, if I’m going to go fight again and keep you out of trouble Y/N, you’ll need to let go.”

You jumped off him, realizing that he just said your name. Your name.

“Wait, how did you-”

“Bye!”

He ran back and joined the fight again, starting with Mendez who gave a nasty blow to one of the cooks before finding Spiderman again.

You decided that was enough for you so you took off out the back exit to see Val and the rest of your friends waiting for you.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Carol said, as the other girls looked up to you and gasped at

the sight.

You never even realized that the man with the dreads had smacked your face when you tried to get away and left a painful cut on your cheekbone. Your hair was in disarray but that was nothing new and your shirt was torn at the bottom.

“I’m okay, but something really weird just happened.”

. . . . .

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[quxntumvandyne]

since the beginning part 3! (loki x asgardian!reader)

words: 2.2k

warnings: fluff, angst, prank-pulling and closure :))

summary: You and Loki had been friends for as long as you can remember but recently has become overprotective and it’s getting on your nerves. However, what happens when you decide to go on a date with someone and things change between you and Loki? Will your friendship ever be the same?

a/n: last chapter of this!! it’s been over a year and i am the worst for it but i hope you all like it!! geuninely the worst because i lost motivation to finish it but recently decided it do the last part and i love it :)) all my love, lena

Part 1 | Part 2

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Three days later...

“I cannot believe we’re doing this, Alva!” Kaia said as you and the three girls walked through the store together buying supplies for the huge prank you are going to pull on Lambi.

“He deserves it, he stood up our girl,” Alva said, side-hugging you while walking to stand in line and pay.

“I love you guys,” you said, smiling at the girls who smiled at you back.

It had been an interesting couple of days, with you getting to know your new friends better and several missed calls and messages from Loki. Seeing him with that girl the other night set you off, wondering who she was and why they went out together. You didn’t read any of his messages, not wanting to talk to him quite yet.

Alva was great at giving advice though, always telling you to talk to him when you're ready. You knew now that he was trying to protect you but you were still upset with him for how he handled the situation and going on a date with that other girl. Kaia was always there to make you laugh and Mabel was quiet but knew how to have a good time when the night was young.

You collected multiple things at the store, to which would be revealed later on prank day tomorrow. The plan to prank Lambi was perfect and you couldn’t wait to get revenge on the douchebag that stood you up.

You paid for the supplies and were walking out of the store when you stumbled straight into the person you really did not want to see right now.

“Oh gosh, I am so sor- Loki?”

You looked at him, realizing he was the one you bumped into, staring straight into his green eyes, attempting not to melt right then and there. Wow, you were crushing hard.

“Y/N,” he said, surprised to see you as he helped you pick up your bags. Alva, Mabel, and Kaia noticed that you two were standing in silence with one another and would probably start yelling at each other in a minute so Alva grabbed the bags from your hand and walked outside with Mabel and Kaia following.

“Uh, listen, I-”

“No,” you said, before grabbing his wrist, twisting it back and flipping him on the ground, the wind knocked right out of him. You put a foot on his chest and looked him in the face as he had a look of nervousness on display.

Loki cocked an eyebrow and coughed, trying to catch his breath. “No?”

“You don’t get to talk to me unless it’s an apology. An apology for everything you’ve put we went through over the last week. An apology for going on a date with that girl 3 days ago-”

“Y/N, that wasn’t-”

“I’m not finished. An apology for making me cry my eyes out in a bathroom when you knew you could’ve stopped that entire situation from happening. You are my best friend, Loki. Why did you stop standing up for me? Why weren’t you there?” You were screaming at him now, getting the store’s attention as Loki looked around and tried to get you to lower your voice; you were too mad to listen. He grabbed your wrist gently and tried to make you listen as he took your foot off his chest and slowly stood up.

“Will you listen to me? You deserve better, I know that. I’ve never been worthy of you or our friendship,” he said, lowering his head and shuffling his feet. “I was trying to apologize, for everything.”

Your face softened as he kept speaking, knowing when he was lying and he wasn’t. He may have been the God of Mischief but you knew him too well to know when he was lying and when he wasn’t.

“You are my best friend and I should have never said what I said. Lambi is a bumbling idiot for leaving you that night but even more so for thinking, he had a shot with you. You are stunning, intelligent and just… magnificent. And I should’ve realized it sooner.”

You were totally sure yet, despite Loki’s kind words. You still wanted to know who this girl was that he went on a date with.

“But who was that girl?”

“What girl?” he said, acting like he didn’t know.

“The girl from the restaurant that you were with. You were there with that beautiful girl and looked like you were having the best time with her, who is she?”

“Calm down okay?” he said, but still didn’t answer the question. “She’s my cousin.”

“Cousin, really? Don’t play me Loki.”

“I’m serious! You don’t remember her from childhood? She went to grade school with us? You didn’t have the best memory but once everything clicked, you were not short of embarrassed.

“Oh… sorry.”

Loki stepped forward and grabbed your hand while looking at it. “I am sorry too, Y/N.” He kissed the back of your hand gently before putting it back down but not letting go of it.

He looked straight into your eyes and you stared back into his, almost seeing each other’s soul’s coming back together after being apart for too long.

You’ve looked better, only being in a yellow romper and sandals with hair all messy, but it was obvious he didn’t care. His long black hair framed his face in such a perfect way, every curl perfectly made. You felt your eyes start to water as you could tell that you were finally getting your best friend back. You grabbed his collar and pulled his face up to yours, almost touching noses as he thought you were about to slap him.

“It’s about damn time, you idiot,” you said, surprising him.

You smiled at one another and embraced, feeling his arms wrap around your waist as he picked you up and spun you around, both of you happier than ever to not be apart. However, Alva’s words flooded back into your brain.

Should you forgive him right away? Of course not, not when he has obviously hurt you and affected you so deeply.

Loki set you down and pulled his arms away slightly and you brought your arms down from his neck, taking a step away from him.

“What’s wrong darling?” he asked.

You sighed, not wanting to this but knowing you have to be able to trust Loki again. “I can’t forgive you right away, but in time I will. You hurt me badly Loki, so I need time.”

This came as a shock to Loki since it seems like the two of you just made up but he was understanding.

“As long as you need, I will be here for you,” he said.

You smiled at him again, knowing he was serious and that he would wait. You just needed time to learn to trust him again, after being hurt in a way that you’d never forget but someday forgive.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“So, may I ask exactly what you’re doing today? Maybe I could tag along?”

You smirked, seeing your three friends waving you to come along and bring Loki with you, knowing that the God of Mischief would have many pointers to give on your prank today on Lambi.

“Actually, that would be perfect,” you said smiling and dragging him along behind you to catch up with your friends.

.  .  .  .  .

You had snuck into Lambi’s apartment with the help of Loki having a key which he was giving back after this whole ordeal was over. He had not gotten into the shower just yet which was perfect so you were hiding in his living room to wait until he was to set everything up.

Lambi had a date tonight with a new girl since his girlfriend dumped him and very soon, so you decided to just play a small revenge prank on him; preparing him for a date if that’s what you want to call it.

Lambi whistled walking down his hallway and into the living room but he didn’t suspect anything, thanks to Loki making you all invisible. You tried your hardest not to laugh, knowing what you were about to do. He grabbed a cup and went back to the bathroom where the water was already running and shut the door and locked it.

Everyone was visible again as you all quietly scrambled to prepare for Lambi to exit the bathroom. Ten minutes later everything was in place and you were all standing outside his bathroom with buckets ready after hearing the water turn off and the door handle jiggle.

Lambi opened the door with a face mask on a towel around his waist, toothbrush dangling out of his mouth. He looked up and froze, seeing all five of you surrounding him and the second his toothbrush hit the floor from shock, you all sprung into action.

You and Alva took the buckets of slime and tossed them at him, covering his newly washed body in blue sparkling slime, to which Mabel and Kaia dumped feathers all over him and Loki sprayed him with 2 pounds of glitter. As you girls knew, glitter doesn’t easily come off especially when attached to something sticky. It was something you’d seen before in movies from Midgard that Thor and Loki had brought back and you knew it would be perfect to do to Lambi. Slime was a huge hit on Midgard, so why not have a little fun with it.

Well, you all had fun except for Lambi. He stood in his door frame covered in glitter and feathers, not even being able to move since the slime was stuck to him and the floor. You were doubled over laughing since you knew it was all on video, ready for all of Asgard to see what a huge dick Lambi was. Everyone else was laughing too except for Loki who was angry, now coming face to face with his now ex-friend who had hurt you. He stepped forward and grabbed Lambi by the throat lifting him up against the wall, full of rage. Lambi had one hand on Loki’s wrapped around his throat and the other tried desperately to keep the towel from falling down with his legs kicking frantically.

Loki spoke with a menacing voice, “If you ever hurt my best friend again,” to which he dropped Lambi onto the ground who coughed, trying to catch his breath, “I will kill you. I only didn’t this time because it’s not my place and, I’m nice like that.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve I know.” Lambi said, but you didn’t believe a single word of it. You knew tears were welling up in your eyes but you refused to let them fall, knowing he didn’t deserve a single ounce of the emotions you felt.

You stared at Loki, thankful that you had a friend like him but shocked by his random act of anger at Lambi for what he did to you. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, him looking over at you and smiling.

The prank was pulled, you got your revenge and Lambi’s date was ruined, and probably his hair for a long time.

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You were back at your apartment now and it had been a couple hours since the prank, and you felt better than you had in a couple of days. It was unusual for you to feel so upset but your friends helped with that. Even though you had only met the girls a couple of days ago, you knew that the three of you would be friends for a long time and that they would help you through anything. And Loki, who having back in your life after a rough week just felt right. You missed him and the fun you always had together, knowing you two were not only best friends but soulmates.

You sat on the couch watching an old movie from when you were children about these goofy people from Midgard who called themselves ‘The Avengers’ and they had two characters that looked really similar to Thor and Loki, to which you all teased him for.

After watching TV and talking for a long time, Alva, Mabel, and Kaia decided to all go home.

Alva winked at you before closing the door, knowing that she was referencing you and Loki being alone again today. She closed the door and the two of you were trying to find something else to watch before you tripped over your feet and Loki attempted to catch you before falling to the ground as well: right on top of you.

You laid on the floor staring up into his green eyes for another time today, your breath always being caught in your throat at the sight of them. They were stunning, but he always said otherwise.

“Sorry,” you whispered, laughing at how awkward things had just become. Loki kissed your forehead before helping you up and replying “It’s alright darling.”

“Hey, Loki?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we’re soulmates?”

He looked at you with a tint of seriousness but mostly love, holding your hand as if it were made of glass. “I do believe so, yes. And I wouldn’t want it to be anyone but you.”

It was impossible for you to smile harder than you did just then, knowing that you have been each other’s soulmates since the beginning and you didn’t want anyone else to be yours either.

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I Will Wait  (Bucky x collegefem!reader)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, mean words and some anxiety

Requested: no

Summary: It was the first college party of the semester and Valkyrie was dying to take you and your friends. Little did you know you would meet the one person you never knew you needed and see the one you never wanted to lay your eyes on again…

A/N: hey guys! Just a little bit of bucky fluff for you today and I hope you all love it! you guys are the best and much love, xoxo lena

MASTERLIST

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“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because it’s fun Y/N/N, and you need to loosen up a bit. It’s the first party since the start of the semester! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t like parties, you just didn’t like ones with drunk sweaty bodies and really loud music and not being able to see five feet in front of you; which was basically every college party on campus. Parties with friends and some music and a couple drinks aren’t so bad, but this was not that kind of party.

You, Valkyrie, Nakia, Hope, and Carol headed up the last flight of stairs to where the party was being held.

You’ll be fine, just have a couple of drinks and start dancing and you’ll be really into it, you told yourself.

You wanted to believe it, but you just had to trust your friends.

Carol, Nakia, and Hope were all a year older than you and Valkyrie but you both felt right at home with the three older girls. Making friends wasn’t always easy for you but being with these four girls felt like you’d known them for forever.

You all walked in the apartment, already met with what sounded like hundreds of voices and loud music playing the background. You and Valkyrie walked arm in arm together into the room and knew exactly where you both wanted to go first: drinks.

10 minutes later

“THIS PARTY IS AMAZING!” Valkyrie screamed, already drunk beyond compare. You laughed as she stumbled towards and hugged you.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Val.” You said, giggling as you were a bit tipsy too.

You found Carol sober, as she was designated driver in between Hope and Nakia both laughing and singing with cups in their hands. You and Val waved at her like idiots and of course, she waved but you pushed through the crowd to get the other 3 girls and start dancing.

“Y/N, I don’t-“

“Oh shut up Danvers, you’re dancing with us!”

“And I thought you were the one who hated parties?”

“Only until I’m drunk!” you screamed, feeling confident and happier than ever to have the best friends in the world. You started to stumble over your feet and then you fell on the ground, dragging down Carol and Val with you, laughing so hard you were crying.

“Are you okay?” said a deep voice.

You looked up to see icey blues looking into yours and a hand in front of your face to help you up.

“Uh, I-“

You couldn’t say anything before his hand wrapped around yours and he pulled you up with ease. You brushed off your romper and held your arms in front of you crossed.

“Sorry, just had a bit too much to drink.”

“It’s all good, doll.”

“Doll?”

Just then, three more men came up to nudge him and one wrapped his arm around his neck.

“Bucky here calls every beautiful woman he meets doll, but he hasn’t met many.”

“Shut up Steve,” Bucky said.

“What? He’s not wrong, Barnes. You had high standards, and I don’t blame you with this one, she’s a beaut,” a tall African American man said.

“Sam, could you take Steve off of me please?” Bucky said, as Steve was falling all over him, obviously drunk.

“Come on Cap,” Sam said grabbing Steve.

“Hey Sam, look,” Steve said slurring his words. “I’m on your left!” He erupted into laughter as Sam gave him the death glare.

“Shut up, Golden Boy.”

You laughed, “Quite the friends you got there, Bucky was it?”

“Indeed, but you can call me James.”

“Oh alright, James.”

“And your name, doll?”

“Y/N/N, but you can call me Y/N.”

“Well, cheers to meeting new people.”

“Cheers,” you said smiling and he smiled right back.

“Who is here with Y/N?”

“Oh, some friends of mine, over there. Carol, Hope, Nakia and Val.”

Val was jumping around Carol, annoying the hell out of her as usual but you knew Carol had a huge crush on her so she put up with it.

“They seem fun,” Bucky said as he chuckled at the sight of Val forcing Carol to dance with her, causing Carol to blush furiously. You winked at her and she gave you the death glare.

Just then the DJ put on ‘Walk This Way’ by Run-DMC and you immediately started to dance and grabbed Bucky’s hand to his surprise to make him dance with you.

You were shrieking the lyrics with Bucky singing along with you, realizing how good of friends you would be since you both knew the words by heart. You jumped up and down while singing and Bucky watched you in amazement, never thinking he would meet such a confident and spontaneous girl. Which you weren’t usually, but it felt natural dancing with him. You knew then and there that you would remember this moment forever, and becoming great friends with Bucky. The song ended and you both walked side by side to get another drink.

You were looking around at other partygoers, scanning the room, but only stopped when you found a particularly familiar pair of green eyes.

No.

Not him, not now.

You stopped and felt sick to your stomach, memories of the two of you rushing back into your head that you had just recently pushed to the back of your mind, wishing they didn’t exist.

You could faintly hear and see Bucky turn toward you with confusion and worry, wondering why you looked like you had just seen a ghost and followed your eyes to Erik Killmonger.

Erik was your ex-boyfriend who you had dated for almost 2 years until you found out he had been cheating on you since the 4th month you had been dating. You felt disgusted with yourself for letting this happen, knowing that every happy memory between the two of you was all a lie.

Bucky snapped you back to reality, “Who is that guy?”

You stumbled to give an answer, not even thinking about that fact that he might be at this party, “Uhh-I, uh-“

Bucky looked at you sympathetically. “Did he hurt you?”

Tears welled in your eyes as even though you only knew Bucky for 15 minutes, he could already tell what you were thinking.

“Cheated on me. 2 years we dated and it meant nothing to him.” You looked at Bucky as one tear rolled down your face. “Hurting me is an understatement.”

He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you tight as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You looked up and to your horror, Erik was staring right back at you and walking in your direction.

You started to panic, and your fight or flight instincts were telling you to leave now. But, something also told you to stand your ground and show Erik that, even though your heart was still broken after your relationship had ended 3 months ago, you had moved on to better things and better people.

“Hi, Y/N,” Erik said to you, staring into your eyes and filling your body with dread.

However, you stood up straight and held your head high. “Erik. Didn’t realize they invited cheating assholes with no personality to parties.”

Bucky snickered, much to Erik’s dislike as you crossed your arms and looked at him while he glared at Bucky and shifted awkwardly.

“Listen, Y/N-“

“No, Erik.”

“No, what?”

“I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say.”

“But, baby-“

Bucky moved in front of you, “Hey, dude she said to back off.”

“Erik stepped closer to Bucky’s face, “Didn’t think I was talking to you, was I?”

“Don’t have to, douchebag. You don’t deserve to even be near her after what you’ve done.”

“And you do? Nice to see she moves on pretty quickly like the little whore I always knew she would be,” Erik said, oozing confidence but not for long.

Within seconds, Bucky had him on the ground and punched him repeatedly before the crowd in the party had noticed what was happening and T’Challa and Sam pulled him off of Erik.

You just stood back in amazement as Erik lay on the ground with a bloody nose and a busted lip and Bucky being held back without a scratch on him.

“Fine, I get it,” Erik said, looking at Bucky and then you. “You don’t deserve what I got anyway, bitch.”

Bucky attempted to lash out at him again, but you stepped toward him.

You had never slapped anyone before and when you did, your hand didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would due to the roar of applause that came from the other people at the party when you slapped him. You turned away with tears streaming down your face as Bucky watched you run out the front door, followed by your friends.

You sat on your bed in your dorm suite with your friends, Val combing your hair while Carol and Hope tried to find movies for the 5 of you to watch together.

Nakia held your hand while you sat in silence, wishing tonight had never happened.

“I’m so sorry love, we shouldn’t have gone to the party tonight.”

You sniffled, “I didn’t even think about the fact that he might be at the party until I saw him. Bucky tried his best to help but nobody could’ve prevented my reaction.”

Nakia wiped a tear from your face, free of makeup but covered with dried tears. You wish you had gotten to say goodbye to Bucky but you didn’t want to be in that room longer than you had to.

“So, Bucky huh?” Hope said, trying to change the subject.

You blushed lightly, remembering the one good thing that happened that night.

“He is, amazing. It’s like I’ve known him forever. He was so protective of me when Erik approached, and we had barely known each other.”

“Do you like him?” Val asked, starting to braid your hair.

“Well, of course, I like him. But, I just don’t think I’m ready to be in a relationship again. Erik ruined my trust for people and I would have to get to know him more but, in time I think we could evolve into something more,” you said, hoping one day that would be the case. Just then, the front doorbell rang.

Carol got up to answer the door and you expected that they had ordered pizza or Chinese food, but Carol came back to the room, motioning for you to come to the front door.

“Danvers, I really don’t-“

“Hon, I think you wanna come to see who’s at the door,” she insisted.

You sighed and got up with Val finished your braid and walked with Carol to the front door. Much to your surprise, none other than Bucky Barnes was standing in the door frame with a black eye. He was in a grey sweatshirt and some jeans with Nike sneakers on and his hair up in a bun. He looked tired and beaten but when he saw you, his eyes glowed with admiration.

Carol whispered in your ear, “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

Bucky was standing outside in the hallway and you walked out into the hallway and closed the door behind you. Just then did you remember you are only wearing an oversized college t-shirt and some athletic shorts and you turned red thinking about how dorky you must look.

Bucky was the first to speak after 15 seconds of awkward silence. “After you left, Erik punched me in the eyes and Sam and T’Challa kept him away and forced him to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted.

Bucky looked at you in confusion. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t make him punch me.”

“No, but this whole thing was my fault. I’m the one who-“

“Don’t try to make this your fault. He’s the one who broke your heart and in return, he needs to have consequences for his actions. And if I’m the one to do that, then I will be.”

“Why though?”

“What do you mean why?”

You paused and shuffled your feet. “Why did you protect me like that? You don’t even know me.”

“If there is anything I’m good at, it’s knowing the difference between a genuine and beautiful person and a backstabbing liar. You are genuine, and you are beautiful. Whether you agree with me or not.”

You smiled, “For all you know, I could be a murderer,” you said trying to make him laugh.

Bucky chuckled, “I highly doubt that.”

You both laughed in the hallway.

“Listen, Bucky. I think you are such an amazing guy and I really like you but, if you want to head in the direction of dating, I-“

“I really like you too, but I just got out of a bad relationship as well.” Your eyes widened, understanding now why he truly fought for you. You and Bucky understood one another better than you thought. He stared straight into your eyes just like Erik had done but this time you only felt compassion and gentleness from his stare. “I know what it’s like to have your heart broken, to put all of your love and trust into one person for them just to take all that you can give and rip it to shreds. I know that feeling and I could tell from the moment you saw him that he had taken everything from you. I’m not asking to date because frankly, I’m not ready either. Maybe neither of us will be for a long time. But, I’m willing to wait.”

“Wait for what?” you asked him.

He grabbed you into a hug and you were smothered in his sweatshirt and arms, feeling like you had finally met someone who understood you more than anyone else ever would.

You both sighed as you melted into the hug.

“I’m willing to wait for you and me to be ready. We have something here but I want it to grow naturally and over time. I will wait for us.”

You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead. “ I will wait for us too.”

. . . . .

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Neighbors: *Chapter 5* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Masterlist

Words: 6.2k (i’m sorry)

Warnings: torturing of reader, blood, cursing and of course fluff

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

A/N: i cannot believe the day is here, neighbors is over!! i have loved writing this story and it is my first born chapter fic lol. i hope you all love what i’ve done with the story and have enjoyed reading it, you guys are the best! heres to one last hoorah. xoxo, lena 

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“James.” You held his face in your hands, his hands touching yours. “We are out of time. I know you’ll find me. We found each other once before, we will again.”

Thud.

You jolted awake and opened your eyes. You tried to move your arms and realized that they were tied down, and so were your legs. You also couldn’t see anything, meaning you must have a blindfold on. Your hearing was your strongest sense right now but anything you did hear was faint. A wave of dizziness fell over you, and your head felt like it would burst at any moment. You moved your mouth when whimpering from the pain and realized that your nose was running, but you could only taste blood.

Where the hell am I?

“Roscoe, she’s conscious,” you heard a voice next to you say.

You heard felt the presence of only a couple people, the man who was sitting awfully close to you and another one on your left, but one right in front of your face. The breath hitting your face was cold and you tried to look in that direction but you just hung your head low, due to the pain from your headache.

I must have a concussion, you thought to yourself.

“How is our passenger? Not so strong without your special powers, huh?” Roscoe said spitting in your face.

You were too weak right now to use your powers even if you wanted to, so you retaliated in the best way you could at that moment.

You spit right back into his, knowing you got some blood on him; before you could even smirk, you were punched in the jaw, sending pain jolting all over and more blood in your mouth. It didn’t feel completely broken but it could’ve felt a lot better.

“Do it again, and I won’t be so gentle next time. I could’ve killed you,” Roscoe said.

You turned your face back to his voice, “But you won’t.”

You felt his hand grab your chin and as you winced, he brought you closer to him, almost touching noses.

“And why are you so sure about that?”

“Because you want me alive, to keep. As a weapon. I’m not stupid, Roscoe. Give a girl some credit.”

He grunted and pushed you back into your seat which is when you noticed that you had definitely dislocated your shoulder and had a concussion.

The HYDRA agents must’ve been beating you while you were unconscious on the helicopter.

“20 minutes out, boss.”

“Make it 15, I want to get her in the facility already and begin.”

Your stomach dropped, knowing that couldn’t have meant anything good. You weren’t ever sure how long you had been on the helicopter, but it could’ve been hours.

Everything began to come back into your memory on how you got here, what had happened and why.

James.

You had to keep yourself from crying, trying to imagine what he must feel like right now and how empty you both are from being away from one another. You’d only been at the facility for 2 months now but you’d never made such a strong and important connection with people like you did with the Avengers. But James made you feel something different; something that meant more, that could evolve. He was the person you never knew you needed in your life but never wanted to let go now that he was here. You let one tear run down your face, thinking about Steve and Tony trying to console him but getting nowhere. You knew Bucky; he barely got sleep at it is, but now that you’ve been taken, he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. Trying to gather your thoughts was difficult, especially when you couldn’t focus on much other than the amount of pain that was surging on every bone in your body but you made the mistake of sniffling.

You hear Roscoe turn around and walk back to you. “Tears?”

He laughed at you and then grabbed your throat. “I always knew you were weak. Just like your mother.”

You barely knew your mother but what you did know of her was only good things. Roscoe’s comment immediate sent you into a blind rage and you pushed on your restraints, lunging forward as far as you could before the guards held you back.

“You knew nothing about her!”

“I trusted her! And your father!” he shouted at you. You were surprised by the passion in his voice, as were his guards momentarily but you didn’t notice since you couldn’t see them.

He was standing farther away from you now, but you sensed regret and pain in his voice. Your parents had hurt him, obvious from his feelings of betrayal.

“I’m not my parents. I am my own person, but can’t you forgive and forget, can you? You’re just hung on the past, which you can’t control and can never change.”

This time he punched you so hard, you passed out and became limp. It was the last thing you remembered before waking up again, not knowing how much time had past.

Roscoe sneered and shook his hand, aching from punching you. He watched you bent over in your seat, still tied up but head down and unmoving. At this point, he didn’t care much whether you lived or died; he just wanted you to feel the pain that he felt all those years ago by the ones who created you.

“How far out?” he asked the pilot.

“5 minutes sir.”

“Good. Time to get started.”

. . . . .

Bucky’s POV

Nothing, you thought nothing could hurt worse than what you had already been through with your years as the Winter Soldier, being torn apart and put back together again. Over and over; but truly nothing hurt worse than losing her.

Watching her being torn away from you, with Steve and Natasha holding you back. They knew what they were doing because you were acting out of emotions, but that made you fight even harder to get to her.

You couldn’t protect the one thing you never knew you needed but now didn’t and couldn’t live without.

“Buck?”

You realized you were staring off into space just thinking when Steve caught your attention. You had been sitting in your room, just thinking. The facility was already being rebuilt and it had been two weeks since she had been taken. Parts of the team were still resting and recovering so you weren’t ready to start planning on how to get her back. You looked up at Steve and then put your head in your hands.

“Buck, you have to stop being so hard on yourself,” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“How can I? She gave herself up to save Tony and Peter and I couldn’t even save her. Now she’s gone and there doesn’t seem to be much that I can do about it.”

“Don’t start yourself on thinking that she’s dead. We don’t know that; there is hope.”

You sinisterly chuckled at him, “How are you so optimistic all the time?”

“I thought it was like our thing, I’m the serious yet look-at-the-bright-side one and you’re the angry and ‘i’ll push you in front of a bus if you look at me wrong’ one.”

You looked at him, quizzically. “You have been spending too much time with Parker.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

You laughed for real this time, thankful to always have a friend like Steve.

“You know, I thought at our age we’d never have girlfriends.”

You choked a little bit and turned red, never imagining those would be the next words out of your best friends’ mouth.

“Girlfriend?” you managed to choke out.

“Uh yea, isn’t she?” Steve asked. He looked at your face, realizing that you haven’t even noticed that the two of you like one another. “Buck, you’re an idiot.”

“What?”

“She’s totally in love with you. Even I can tell. Maybe you need to spend some time with Parker and get up to speed. He shows me these things called ‘memes’? Some are actually kind of funny, especially the ones he made about you,” he said, none of it making sense to you.

He walked over to the door and stopped it with a hand in his pocket and the other on the door frame.

“We’re gonna find her Buck. Get some rest, I know you haven’t slept.”

“Doing my best on that part,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“Do better,” he said and walked out of the room.

You sighed, knowing he was right but when was he not right. You needed to stop thinking about it but the day she became your neighbor, she was constantly on your mind. She was different but in a good way, she understood you like no else but Steve did. In some way that even Steve didn’t. She now meant so much you to and you would stop at nothing to rescue her.

But you can’t do that without being at your fullest potential, you thought to yourself.

It was late so you decided to go and get a workout in but when you got there, Wanda was already there. She looked exhausted and had bags under her eyes as well, with an emotionless face. She was using one of the punching bags and seemed to be in her own world. You walked over to stand behind it and as you did, she noticed you but continued to punch the bag.

“What are you doing up?”

“You know I’m always up.”

“I meant, you should be resting. We’re starting the mission tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t that mean you should be asleep too?” you asked her.

She stopped and glared at you.

“Wanda, you don’t have to be snarky. I know we should both be asleep because-”

“Because we lost her? And there’s nothing for us to do about it?” she said, her voice cracking on the word nothing.

You looked at her and she kept talking, “We don’t even know if she’s alive or dead, being tortured or what and we have no plan-”

“Wanda.”

“What?” she looked at you with tears streaming down her face. She was Wanda’s best friend at the complex, the first one she knew besides Tony. You walked toward her and pulled her into a hug.

“We have to try to be confident and optimistic that we’ll get her back. She’s strong and she can survive this. I know she will.”

“What will we do if we don’t?”

“At this point we can’t think like that and we have to believe she’s strong enough to survive whatever they might be doing to her.

She sniffled and pulled out of the hug. She wiped her eyes, pointed at you and said, “This doesn’t leave this room.”

“What doesn’t?”

“My moment of weakness.”

You both laughed for a moment and you said, “Note taken.”

Wanda returned to her punching bag and you went over to a treadmill to just run for a while and clear your mind and the two of you worked out together in agreed silence.

As you were leaving, you heard a voice behind you.

“Bucky?”

You turned around to see Wanda undoing her wraps from her hands.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

You smirked at her, knowing that was exactly what she needed. “Any time.”

You walked out of the room, both of you thankful to have friends like each other and even more motivated to start planning a rescue mission in the morning.

. . . . .

“So we don’t have any way to track that helicopter?” You asked.

“Not that we know of unless anyone has any ability to locate it with some other form of technology,” Steve said.

You, Steve, and Tony were all up early that morning, talking about what we could do to try and find where the helicopter took her. You only got about 3 hours of sleep last night without nightmares, which is better than some nights but never great.

It had been two months since she was taken from you and you were no closer to finding her. Everything was just one big question mark and you wished you could have all the answers, but it was never that easy.

The rest of the team was getting back into fighting shape except for Tony, Peter, and Sam who all got hurt pretty badly. Sam had extensive injuries from battle three agents on his own and took down two but got blows from the last one that left him in a coma. He had been in that state since that battle two months ago and we’ve seen little improvement but hoping for the best. It was rough to have Sam be like this on top of Y/N being gone but you had to hold it together, for the both of them.

“How are we gonna pull this off then?”

“We need to find records of every existing HYDRA base that we know of and narrow it done the best that we can,” Steve suggested.

“There’s not much else we can do until we get more information,” Tony said rubbing his eyes and forehead in frustration.

You sighed and slid down in your chair, the feeling of sorrow and disappointment wash over you.

Suddenly, F.R.I.D.A.Y. came on over the intercom in the conference room the three of were in.

“Boss, Sam Wilson’s vitals have changed. He seems to be improving and is showing regular brain activity.”

The three of you all looked at each other and raced out the door to get to Sam’s room. When you got there, below all the wires and tubes, Sam was awake and starting pulling wires off of himself.

“Sam?” you asked.

“Can someone get me out of all of this shit?” Sam said with a raspy and barely audible voice, already removing his breathing tube and some wires.

You and Steve looked at each other and said, “Yep, he’s fine.”

Tony had F.R.I.D.A.Y. check to see how he’s doing and recommends that he is to still stay rested from having a concussion and broken wrist. You and Steve tell Sam about what has happened since he was knocked unconscious, about how she was taken and we have no way of getting her back. He then was starting to doze off at the end of explaining, so you three left and decided to let him rest until the next day when he was feeling more lively.

The next morning Sam was much more responsive and like himself so you did a recap of what you told him yesterday, and how you were at a dead end.

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

That made all three of you stop after he said it so nonchalantly.

“What are we wrong about exactly?” Tony asked Sam.

“That there’s no way we can get her back.”

“What are you saying?” Steve said.

“When I saw the helicopter coming out, I thought something would happen. I didn’t know what but I didn’t have a good feeling about it. So I sent Red Wing to attach itself to the bottom of it and track it. Her location is should be connected to my suit.”

He almost said it as casually as talking about the weather. You, Steve and Tony all looked at each other and then back at Sam.

“What? I’m not an idiot.”

“Are you serious?” you said, standing up and putting both hands on your forehead, pushing hairs out of your face.

“Dude, do I ever joke?”

“Too much. Why do you think I’m asking?”

“Yes I’m serious, if you get my suit I can show you how to access the location,” Sam said, smirking at you.

“Sam, you’re a genius,” Steve said, leaving to go get Sam’s wings to get her location.

“Even I didn’t think of it, kudos Pigeon Man,” Tony said while unplugging wires.

“I just got out of a coma and you’re already making pigeon jokes again?”

“Hey, I don’t waste time.”

“You probably didn’t think of it because you were getting the shit beat outta you.”

“Looks who talking.”

You were still in a state of shock as the two men made fun of one another,  realizing that you now had a real chance of getting her back. Just then Wanda and the rest of the team came in to see Sam. Steve returned with his wings and Sam slowly sat up, wincing from the pain you know he was experiencing. You don’t mention it because it’ll only cause Sam to tell you to shut up so you impatiently wait for him to finish.

“She’s in Maine. Right at the border of Canada,” he said, giving it back to Steve and lying back down.

“Dude, I could kiss you right now.”

“Don’t make it weird man, leave that for your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Sam.”

“Uh huh, okay man.”

“Woah, hold on.” Wanda looked at you in confusion, “What’s going on?”

You smiled at her, which was weird because you hadn’t smiled in weeks but this was the perfect time to get excited and motivated more than anything.

“We’re getting her back.”

. . . . .

Snapshots of light and faces were all you could remember at this point, besides the pain. The excruciating pain that you felt every second that you laid on that table in that dark room with Roscoe. You knew that he was loving every second of this, finally getting his revenge.

You had barely moved from this table, only allowed to do so when given the small amounts of food you got every 2 days and to use the bathroom, but you were tied up almost 24 hours a day, or at least for what you could comprehend. You were under twenty-four-hour supervision but most of the time, you were unconscious from your body not being able to handle the pain. You knew that even if you made it out of this, it would be a long road to recovery.

You shifted your wrists slightly, doing yourself no good by not only catching the attention of your twenty-four seven guards but causing even more pain to surge throughout your entire body. Your wrists had cuts and scars on them from the restraints rubbing on your skin, as well as your ankles and stomach. They only kept you in a tank top and pants and it was freezing cold, so you had a constant headache from shivering. You had lost so much weight over these past two months that you could see bones and feel bones that you could never feel before. You felt like a skeleton, nothing remaining of who you were before you were taken and you could barely remember anything but pain.

You constantly got flashes of the two people who you missed the most and wished every day to be reunited with them. You tried pushing the thought away because it only ever made you want to cry but you were so dehydrated that you couldn’t risk it.

Bzzz-bzzzz.

You turned your head to the guard, who looked at you and then turned around while the other one watched you. He took his radio off his belt and listened to the radio static just as Roscoe walked in, with ten guards following him into your room.

“Sir, what’s the issue?” one of the guards asked Roscoe.

He glared at you and then looked at the guards. “We’ve been ambushed. Those incompetent pricks called the Avengers are here,” he said looking at you. “And I know just what they’re here for.”

“You’re not taking her anywhere.”

That was a voice that you had been desperately waiting to hear for months, and you immediately burst into tears as soon as you saw his face. He looked exhausted but enraged, knowing that he would wreak havoc on all these agents; but he was alone.

“And why are you so sure about that?”

“Because you’re going to take me instead.”

No, no he can’t be serious.

Everyone watched James in shock, as he lay down his weapon and held his hands up in surrender to save your life. You began to try and free yourself from the restraint, using what little energy you had left to muster up.

Bucky’s eyes shifted to yours and one tear fell down his cheek, making your throat croak aloud with agony, wishing he would stop moving forward towards the guards to allow them to restrain him as well. Two of the guards grabbed his arms and held them behind his back, as Roscoe stood in front of him.

“I knew you were strong Barnes, but never took you for an idiot. All this for that?” he said, pointing at your frail and almost lifeless body.

He looked at Roscoe and faster than you could comprehend, he punched him in the nose, causing him to stumble backward.

“She is the sun. You have pushed your head so far up your ass that you can’t even see what she has to offer this world and how truly beautiful she is, no matter how much you attempt to tear her down. She is, truly, everything to me.”

You were still on the table, just listening to James talk, knowing that every word he just said was completely true. Neither of you knew how much you needed one another until you couldn’t have one another. It was agonizing to be apart but now it would be for even longer, maybe forever.

“James,” you managed to squeak out, the first word you had spoken in two months.

He looked over at you, happier than ever to hear your voice and know that you’re alive.

“It’s okay, doll. It’ll be okay. You’re okay now,” he said, just before everything turned to chaos in the entire HYDRA base. “We won’t be here much longer.”

Steve and Tony burst through the doors, both in full armor and suits, and sprung into action by taking down all 12 HYDRA agents together. In the hallway, the walls were lined with guards that the rest of the team was now taking on, noise filling the halls keeping the fight away from your room so you could escape. Bucky had taken down the two agents holding him and finds Roscoe trying to stay out of it. All it takes it one blow from Bucky’s left arm and he’s out cold.

He pushes his hair out of his face and remembers what he was truly here to do.

You run over to your table and tears well up in both your eyes, just seeing how you both look. He began to unstrap the restraints, your wrists and ankles have gone red and scarred from the rubbing. He helped you slowly sit up at Steve and Tony take out the last two guards in the room and head over to you.

“Buck, you got her?” Steve said.

“Yeah, I got her,” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. He looked at them both and said, “Go.”

They give you both a nod of confirmation and take off to help with the fight outside.

Every single part of your body hurt but you could only focus on James.

“How did you find me?”

“Sam sent Red Wing to attach itself to the helicopter and it tracked you all the way here. He was hurt in the battle at the complex badly and was in a coma until 2 days ago. We had no idea until he woke up.”

“Smart man.”

“We owe him everything.”

Bucky put his left arm underneath your legs and his right scooped underneath your arms and on your back. He lifted you up, as your body went numb and you could only feel his body touching yours.

“Doll, I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”

“Bucky…”

“Please, babydoll. Eyes open, keep talking to me.”

You looked at him, his scruffy beard hair growing back and his hair shading his face in the dim halls. You forgot how easy he was to look at.

“Did you mean everything you said back there?” you asked. You knew Bucky was a man of his word, but you needed to hear him say it.

“Every single damn word,” he said, kissing your forehead gently and letting your head fall into his shoulder.

Despite everything that had happened up until this point, you had never felt safer in his arms.

It was utter chaos all around you but every guard that tried to touch you or James was taken down by an Avenger so you could pass through untouched; at least at first.

At the end of the hallway where the exit was to the jet were eight more guards headed your way.

Bucky stopped and looked behind him to see only more and knew he had no choice but to fight them.

He set you down to sit up against the wall, just as Wanda came over to help him fight.

“Oh my god Y/N.”

“I’ve looked better, right?” you joked, trying to seem better than you were.

She chuckled at you, “Just sit tight okay?”

“I don’t plan on going anywhere, at least not without help,” you replied, your voice cracking on some words from not talking.

Wanda and Bucky stood back to back and prepared themselves to fight, just as the first guard attempted to land a blow on Wanda. The two moved so well in sync during battle, like they had rehearsed it. All you could do was watch until you felt two hands wrap harshly around your arms and pull you on the ground back to the room. It was Roscoe, pulling you away from Bucky, but only turning around to find every other Avenger besides Bucky and Wanda. They formed a wall to keep him from getting by with you and before he could even say a word, Vision took you and Tony blasted Roscoe into his guards, sending them all toppling to the ground, Roscoe was now dead weight. Literally. Vision looked at you with deep concern, but said, “You are going to be alright now, Miss L/N.”

“Thanks, Vis,” you croaked.

Bucky came back over, now with a cut on his cheek, but seemed fine otherwise.

“Your cheek.”

“Just a small cut, don’t worry about me doll,” he told you walking next to Vision with you towards the jet.

Clint sent one last arrow into the shoulder of the last guard and they all walked out of the base together, a team once more. You felt yourself doze off and could hear voices faintly but dizziness overcame you and you were once again engulfed in darkness.

. . . . .

“Vital signs are weak but improved from yesterday, Boss. Responsive and eating after surgery and will need bed rest to fully recover, as well as physical therapy to regain 95% ability in her right shoulder.”

“Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y., cook up something yummy for our girl, huh?”

“Of course, boss.”

Tony sat at the edge of your bed, as you laid in it, knowing you looked like hell. Bucky was asleep on a cot next to your bed, unmoving with even breathing.

“That’s the best I’ve ever seen him sleep,” Tony said. “You did something to him, changed him for the better.” He put a hand on your forearm, “I saw something in you that day. I knew that you were different, a fighter. You survived what most people couldn’t; your body changed so drastically but you made a remarkable comeback so far, kid.”

He stood up to let you rest with Bucky but not before turning around with his hands in the pockets of his slacks, “Just know that I’ve always been in your corner and you will always be a part of the team. You’re family now.”

You smiled at him, and he smiled back before leaving the room.

When you were first put on the jet back home, you were frail and weak but since then, you had gained back some weight, you could finally walk on your own and you started to look like and feel like yourself again.

It was undeniable that Roscoe took something from you that you would never be able to get back. A piece of you lost in translation through pain and a state of subconsciousness. You felt your body be pushed and punched and kicked in ways you didn’t know it could handle and you had convinced yourself that if they hadn’t come when they did, you surely would not have survived much longer.

You dozed off to sleep once more, just for a while but had a small flashback to getting on the jet and telling everyone what had happened.

“Hey hon,” you heard someone say. It was Natasha, gently brushing the stiff and matted hair from your face and she was cleaning your face to see how badly your cuts were. Everyone else was either watching or asleep, waiting to see if you were conscious.

“Mmm,” you replied wincing from the alcohol touching the cut on your chin.

“I know hon, they’ve already put you through enough pain. I hate to cause more but you start to feel so much better after this, okay?”

Wanda was sitting next to you, holding your hand and rubbing circles on the back of your hands and fingers, knowing she could feel every bone in your hand. You moved slightly and realized you were leaned up against a person behind you; opening your eyes, you saw a part of black cargo pants and boots.

James.

He had his arms on your stomach, snaking underneath your own to keep you upright as Natasha cleaned you up. The more she did, the more conscious you became, and soon enough your eyes were completely open and you were talking in the raspy voice that had developed since you had been in that room.

“Can I see my face?”

Natasha stopped and Wanda looked at you with concern; you even felt Bucky stiffen slightly before relaxing. You knew they didn’t want to freak you out but you hadn’t even seen your own face in over two months.

“Let me finish cleaning your face first, okay?” Natasha asked and you obliged. She only took about five more minutes and then Wanda went to retrieve a mirror. She held it to her chest first, asking you again to make sure that you wanted to look.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.”

She handed you the mirror and you kept it turned around for a second, questioning whether or not you could actually turn it around yourself.

Bucky could sense your hesitation, lifting his own hands up and turning it for you.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw. Your hair was matted down to your head that you knew you would either have to cut it short or just shave it, your eyes had several dark bags underneath them with your right eyelid swollen and you had blood stains all over your face. The cut on your chin would probably leave stitches and you would have a scar, as goes for the long cut on your jaw. Your nose was misshapen from the constant blows to it and it would most likely never look the same. You barely recognized the person in the mirror but you knew that you would live with the reminder of this for the rest of your life.

Not only mentally and emotionally, but in a large way, physically.

Your eyes then shifted to a tired yet happy James. The cut on his cheek had close up nicely, and he looked like the same old Bucky from two months ago but you knew he wasn’t the same either. None of you would be; this took a toll on every member of the team.

You handed the mirror back to Wanda, telling her thank you and her nodding her head, with a pitiful smirk.

Natasha then started to clean the dried blood off your arms and looked down, seeing just how much they had hurt you. You must’ve been asleep when they reset your ankle and shoulder, knowing you’d had to have major surgery to repair the long-ignored damage to them. You must’ve weighed thirty-five pounds less than what you did before, being able to feel every rib as you were breathing.

“I need to talk,” you said out of the blue. Everyone’s eyes were now on you again as you suddenly spoke, all confused by the statement. “About it.”

Natasha laid a hand on yours, “You don’t need to do that hon, you-”

“No, I do. I don’t want to keep what happened to me bottled up. If you don’t want to hear it then fine, don’t listen but I need to say it to come to terms with it.”

Everyone silently agreed to let you speak, with Sam saying, “Have at it.”

You told them everything you could remember, what kept you going, who hurt you, and what everything felt like. You told them how you wished to never feel such pain again and most importantly how thankful you were for your family. Tears were finding their way down your cheeks as you spoke, as did everyone else's. Not a single person wasn’t emotional, hearing you talk about what they had done to you.

Bucky kissed your head, knowing that he could only help you so much with this but it was truly your battle to fight. And he knew that you.

You had helped him and now it was his turn to help you. You finished talking about your experience and everyone was silent for a solid minute.

“Thank you,” you whispered at Natasha.

Natasha held your other hand and said, “No, thank you. Thank you for being so strong and surviving long enough for us to get you. You are a warrior and one of the strongest people I know. And I am proud to be your teammate and your friend, Y/N.”

A collective agreement causing your heart to fill with so much love and gratitude, and you could never let them all know how much they really meant to you.

Especially one person.

Your person.

. . . . .

“Is turkey okay?”

“As long as you have grapes, I’m fine with whatever else is in that basket.”

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Shut up,” you told Bucky.

Six months had passed since that day on the jet back home and you finally felt more like your old self than ever. You had regained full ability in your shoulder and you could begin to run again on your ankle, meaning you could start training again. Many psychological evaluations had been done on you to make sure you were truly ready for it, but you told yourself you might never be ready unless you just throw yourself back into it.

You and James walked hand in hand down the lake at the new remodeled Avengers complex, to sit and have a picnic for your six month anniversary and set everything down at the edge of the dock.

The day you were rescued was the day you both knew for sure that you were made for each other. You wished it wouldn’t have taken what it took for you two to happen but nevertheless, you were thankful.

James’ nightmares have reduced significantly with your help and having you back but yours have only gotten worse. Sleeping through the night was a miracle but with James’ help, you never felt unsafe any more. Especially since you were in the same room now.

Life would never be the same but you had come to terms with that now, for better or for worse.

“You okay?”

James waved a hand in front of your face, and laughed at you, realizing you had been staring off into space. You blushed and nudged him to make him stop laughing, to which he nudged you right back. He then began to nudge you again and you back away trying to get out of his grasp, laughing madly the whole time, until your foot was at the edge of the dock. Gravity took control and you almost fell in before James grabbed you left hand and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you back in. You were nose to nose now, feeling his warm breath on your face and staring so deeply into those blue eyes that you might melt.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, doll.”

You leaned forward and kissed him, always getting the same rush as before every time that you do. He made you feel all kinds of beautiful, always knowing the right thing to say or do. He put his hands on your face and you wrapped yours around his waist before pulling away.

“10 months ago I never thought this would happen,” Bucky said before kissing your forehead.

“Neither did I.”

You two walked back over to sit on the edge of the dock, with you laying your head on his shoulder and his head on yours. You sit in silence, just staring at the calm lake, enjoying each others company.

“Hey, doll?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so glad that you were my neighbor.”

You smiled and said, “Me too.”

. . . . .

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ferris // peter parker oneshot

words: 2.3k 

warnings: little bit of anxiety and all fluff of course

summary: After a long day at the beach, you decided you would go to Coney Island together and it was Peter’s first time on a ferris wheel. Of course he didn’t tell you that it was until you got stuck at the top, and he didn’t trust carnival rides very much.

a/n: another one shot, who guessed it?? i’m a predictable bitch but it’s been a minute since I’ve done a peter parker one-shot. I’m finally starting to write without people coming up with ideas for me and that’s exciting so more coming soon! I’ll be posting one or two one-shots a week so get ready! love to all, lena

. . . . .

Walking down the beach, you felt sand kick up into your sandals and on your calves, knowing it would wash off as soon as you hit the water. It was one of the busiest days of the year at Coney Island and the entire beach was covered in a sea of people and colored umbrellas, shading from the sun and the waves.

You never understood why people went to the beach and didn’t swim, but thankfully your best friend Peter was not one of those people.

These days it was hard to find a day that you could spend together since he was always off working on his Stark Internship. It was difficult to spend as much time together as you used to because of the internship but now every moment that was spent together was treasured.

“Come on Peter! You’re so slow!” you yelled back at him, who was carrying two chairs and pulling an entire wheelbarrow full of crap that you insist on bringing with you.

He groaned and tried to catch up but you threw your towel on the sand, exposing your body to the hot sun. Peter stopped suddenly, watching you run past people straight into the water with your hair all over the place and only leaving footprints behind.

Neither of you were aware of the undeniable feelings you had for one another, with all of your friends already being able to tell. They had tried to convince you but neither of you could ever imagine it happening. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship, especially not by revealing your feelings.

Peter snapped back to reality after watching you disappear into the crowd in the water and quickly set everything up to join you in the water.

“Look out!” he said, running down to the water but face planting right into the next wave, causing you to laugh hysterically for longer than Peter would’ve liked.

“It wasn’t that funny.”

“Yes, it was,” you replied, shoving him and making him laugh too.

“Okay, yeah it was.”

You both swim in the bay for hours together, both having pruney fingers and toes once you get out and a few shades tanner but both your faces were slightly burnt. You walked together back to your stuff, your skin gleaming in your red two-piece swimsuit with high waisted bottoms. You would like to think you looked like a Disney Princess walking back to get your towel but you knew you looked like a hot mess.

“Do we have to go?”

“Aunt May said she wanted me home by five and I’m sure your dad wants you home soon too. We’ve been here for like four hours.”

“Why do you always have to be the good child?”

“Oh trust me, I am not a good child, just ask May. I get into trouble all the time.”

“Why?”

He hesitated before saying, “Stark Internship takes a lot of time and um, I get home late sometimes, that’s all.” He looked at your pile of stuff under your umbrella and took off, this time leaving you in the sand trying to catch up.

You could tell he was hiding something but Peter could be stubborn so you just brushed it off.

Peter looked like something out of Baywatch, running in front of you to get his towel and shake the water out of his hair, his swim trunks completely soaked.

It wasn’t until recently that you noticed your feelings for Peter when you just couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him. The way his hair moved when he turns to you, the way he talks so fast with his strong Queens accent when he’s excited about something or how never fails to stand up for you at any cost. He truly was your best friend but you didn’t want to show your feelings for him so you always just kept it hidden.

You walk beside him and grab your towel, drying your body and hair before wrapping it around your shoulders and grabbing the chairs while Peter got the wheelbarrow.

You walked together to your car, piling stuff into your Jeep and blasted “Youth” by Troye Sivan, as you and Peter screamed at the top of your lungs driving down the street.

You were coming up on your favorite ice cream place that Peter might as well have taken the wheel himself and driven there because he wouldn’t stop talking about. He jumped out of the car and opened your door, oddly romantic, but appreciated by you. You jumped out of the car and locked it, turning around to see Peter’s face right in front of yours, immediately being able to smell the salt water still trapped in his hair.

Your cheeks turned pink as you stared into his coffee-colored eyes and he stared right back into yours, and Peter was about to reach out and grab your hand but not before you set off your car alarm.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

You scrambled to get it to stop, Peter doubled over laughing at your now cherry red face, embarrassed from all the people staring.

You managed to get it to turn off and you turned around to find Peter on the ground, crying from laughter and you glaring at him.

“Not funny,” you said now smiling at him, helping him up from the ground.  

“That so makes up for my face plant earlier,” he said, still wheezing.

“Not in the slightest,” you replied now laughing with him.

You walked in and stood in line behind a husband and wife who let you go in front of them while you decided. You could hear them talking about the two of you while you and Peter chose flavors to eat.

“They are so cute, hon look,” said the older woman.

You immediately blushed knowing that she was referring to you and Peter as a couple. You looked over at Peter who was staring at you, and frantically looked away when you noticed he was. It only made you blush harder and the couple behind you looked on.

The husband said, “Young love,” only making you blush harder if that’s possible.

“Are you ready?” said the young man behind the counter, to which you and Peter quickly replied “Yes!” in unison.

After you left with your strawberry ice cream in a cup and Peter’s chocolate in a cone, you sat at a table outside and ate your ice cream in awkward silence, obviously avoiding the scene the happened inside. You looked over at Peter who was completely focused on his ice cream not melting, causing him to have chocolate ice cream all over his face.

Has he even eaten any of it? you thought to yourself, quietly laughing at him.

He looks over at you, pausing and wondering why you’re laughing.

“What?”

“Your face.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“I got it,” you said, getting a napkin and wiping his face. You have to scoot closer to him to reach his face, putting your legs on either side of the bench and grabbing his face to turn it away from his ice cream.

As you wipe the ice cream off his cheeks he stares at you with flushed, not sure how to react about the small space between your bodies. You don’t notice until you start to wipe off his lips and stare back at him, that he was staring at you. You let your hand stop wiping and your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up into his eyes.

Peter puts his hand on yours, the one that was still on his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. You looked at the hand and back at him. He was smiling at you now, and you smiled back, but nothing more could happen before Peter’s phone started to ring. It was from Aunt May.

“Shit,” he said, picking it up immediately and unlocking his hand from yours. Your fingers were tingling and your stomach was doing backflips, only thinking about what your friends had told you.

He is literally in love with you, Y/N.

How can you not see it?

You’re both crazy about one another.

“Were they right?” you thought you said to yourself but actually out loud.

“Right about what?” Peter said, coming back to the table.

You shook your head, “Nothing. What did May want?”

“She said we can stay out until 10 tonight, her and Happy are going on a date now so we can do whatever we want.”

You both smiled at each other, knowing exactly what you both wanted to do.

“Coney Island.”

. . . . .

“I cannot believe you like cotton candy.”

“I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy, weirdo.”

“I’m not the weirdo in this friendship.”

“You always have been.”

You shove Peter while you snack on your cotton candy while he drinks a slushie, just after getting off the tilt-a-whirl. Peter always seemed nervous to get on a ride but always talked about how much fun he had after getting off. Strange, but you never really discussed it.

“Is there anything we haven’t done?”

“Yes, the one thing I’ve been telling you I want to do the entire time,” you complained to him.

He sighed, “I told you Y/N/N, I’m not going on the ferris wheel. I don’t trust them.”

“But you trust a tilt-a-whirl?”

“No, but I will go on anything you want to just to make you happy. Except for that ferris wheel.”

You stopped. “Wait, you only go on them for me? Why?”

He looked back at you, “Because I like seeing you happy.”

You smiled at him, “You’re insane.”

“What? I can’t do nice things for the people I care about?”

“Well, there is one thing.”

“No.”

“PETER PLEASE!!!” you shrieked, now getting the attention of people around you. You started to dance around him and sing the word ‘please’ at the top of your lungs before he finally gave in.

“FINE!”

“Really?” you asked, hoping he wasn’t bluffing.

He sighed again and sipped his slushie after saying yes. “But only one time and never again.”

“Deal. You’re the best,” and without thinking about it, you kiss Peter’s cheek and grab his hand, heading straight for the ferris wheel, not seeing Peter drop his slushie and hold his cheek right where you kissed it.

. . . . .

It was finally your turn to get on the ferris wheel and you were the last two in line for the night so you got your own cart to watch the sun go down. You look over at Peter who swallowed his nerves, stepping in the cart and sitting down, fingers intertwined and clenched so hard they were white.

“Hey Y/N?” he said, sounding scared.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit next to me?”

You looked at him while getting on and saw just how scared he was. “Yeah, sure. Peter, we don't-”

“No, I’m doing this,” he said not sounding very confident in his statement but when Peter wanted something, he was usually pretty stubborn about it.

“Okay. It’ll be okay.” The bar closed and you were locked in for the short ride; or what you thought would be a short ride.

The ferris wheel then started to move and Peter instinctively grabbed the hand that was on your knee and once again entangled his fingers into yours. You look over at him as he notices what he did and starts to remove them but you hold on tighter.

“It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

You smile at him, feeling confident. “Yeah, actually.”

He smiles back at you as you approach the top of the ferris wheel and suddenly right when you reach the top, everything stops and you hear a voice come over a speaker from down below.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some technical difficulties but we should have you down in about 15 minutes, we are sorry about the delay.”

Groans came from everyone on the ferris wheel but when you looked at Peter, he looked like he was going to throw up.

“Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Could be better.”

You sat face to face with him, crossing your legs in criss-cross applesauce position on the sit and forcing him to look at you.

“Just look at me, everything will be fine okay?”

“Since when are you the rational one?” he joked.

“Since you need me to be,” you said, squeezing his hand gently. You could almost feel his body get less tense the more you talked and distracted him from the fact that you were stuck 150 feet in the air.

You scooted over to sit right next to him and put your head on his shoulder, to which he leaned his head on you.

“The sunset is so beautiful tonight,” you said, looking at the sky painted in orange, pink and purple.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

It took you a minute to realize what he said, everything now rushing back to you about you both having feelings for each other.

“Wait, what?”

He looked at you and said, “We are both really oblivious aren’t we?”

You know knew that he could see it too and this was really happening. “Yeah, we are.”

Staring back into his eyes was now different, only being able to tell how beautiful they were and how intently he was staring into yours. There were multiple times today where something almost happened but didn’t and now, you both finally were in that moment.

Peter leaned forward and held your face in his hands, attaching his lips to yours and you could’ve sworn your heart exploded right then and there.

It was an awkward kiss but both of your first, meaning that you would remember it forever. You were frozen for a second before kissing him back, and once you pulled away, the ferris wheel began to move again, causing a loud cheer from everyone in a cart except the two of you. You were both too distracted with one another to even notice it, with Peter’s hand still on your face. He leaned up to kiss your forehead and you smiled harder than you ever had.

“Peter?”

“Yes, Y/N/N?”

“Aren’t you glad I made you get on the ferris wheel now?”

He laughed and said, “Shut up, weirdo.”

. . . . .

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Sixth Times the Charm (Peter Parker x fem!Reader)

Words: 967 (i know it’s short)

Warnings: some angst 

Requested: maybe it was i don’t remember lol

Summary (sorta): You've always struggled with math and your tutor, none other than Peter Parker, tries to help, before you both being caught up in your head. Warning: anxiety attack included

A/N: okay so I actually posted this a while ago but it seems to have disappeared so here it is again! my first shitty peter parker fanfiction

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"Okay, I give up. I cannot do this."

You groan loudly in frustration after attempting to do the same math problem for the fourth time. Peter gently puts his hand on your arm, sending a slightly but unnoticeable shiver down your spine.

"Just try again, Y/N. Sixth times the charm?" Peter replies with that stupidly cute smile of his.

"This just doesn't make any sense. It's no surprise though, I've been terrible at math my whole life."

"Hey, don't talk like that. You're not bad at it, you just need some help, that's all! I mean, I'm not that great at English!" Peter retorts back.

You raise your eyebrow. "Peter, you have a 97 in English."

He blushes. "Yeah but it's my lowest grade!"

"Not helping."

"Sorry, I'll shut up. Let's try again, okay?"

"UGH, fine."

Peter begins to explain how the problem works again, not making any more sense, but you give It another go.

Since you were both in seventh grade, Peter gad been tutoring you in math and science but mostly math. It never made sense to you and you've always been envious of Peter for being a natural genius in every subject, which you remind him of.

"Oh C'mon, you're smart! You're incredible in English and history!" says Peter, attempting to cheer you up.

"My grades are average compared to you, genius boy."

"I am not a genius!"

"Easy for you to say, Mr. straight A's!"

"I got a B in Calculus last semester!" He becomes incredibly fidgety and awkward, making you giggle.

"I'm just messing with you Peter," as you doubled over in laughter, "not but for real, I don't understand this stuff! It's so stupid and confusing.'

"You'll get it eventually. I know you will." He gave you that genuine cute smile you've always adored.

You attempted for the sixth time and show him the problem, with him frowning again, knowing that means it's wrong again. He tries to cheer you up and help you but it's no use.

You whisper underneath your breath very quietly, "I just can't do anything right, can I?"

Immediately after you whisper those words that you thought nobody would hear, Peter turns your homework paper over and writes something down faster than should be humanly possible.

"You do everything right. You're perfect."

You whip your head towards Peter, who continues to do his homework as though nothing had just happened. You slowly drag the paper towards yourself, surely blushing like a cherry, and begin to do the math problem. After a minute, you finish and get a different answer again. You start over thinking what Peter wrote down, mostly about the fact that you've had this insanely long crush on him since 8th grade.

You huff loudly, trying to distract yourself from your own head. "If this answer isn't right, I'm gonna cry."

"Well, let's hope it's right," Peter says with a smirk and you playfully slap him on the arm.

He begins to go over the problem you did and you stop him, to make this more interesting. You have a sudden confidence boost after reading what Peter wrote about you, thinking that he might even have feelings for you. Maybe…

"Wait. I have an idea."

You finally felt confident in your answer and kind crazy for doing this but it felt as if this was an all of nothing moment.

"It's kinda crazy and you may not want to do either because you'll be embarrassed or grossed out because I'm gross I know- "

"Y/N, you're not gross, you're- "

You put your pointer finger on his lips to shut him up. "I'm not finished, you dork. I- "

And in then, you felt something change.

In your head, within a split second, you doubted your plan. Your hands got shaky. You began to sweat. Your head felt like it was spinning and even though you hadn't eaten much today, it suddenly felt like it would all come up. All those thoughts over the years of you telling yourself that Peter doesn't like you all came back at once crashing down and your confidence dropped through the floor. You began to have an anxiety attack.

"Peter would never like you."

"You're just a friend anyways."

"All he ever does is talk about Liz anyway."

"There is no way in hell that he would ever like a girl like y- "

"JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

You didn't realize you had screamed that out loud until you felt yourself being enveloped in a warm embraced and the feeling of wet tears fall on someone's shoulder. Peter had shot directly out of his chair as soon as you started crying and held you up but gently. You heard him whispering if you were okay and taking your lack of response as a no. You had been so confident and all of it dropped once you let your head get to you again over a stupid boy. And that stupid boy was the one shushing you while you were crying quietly into his shoulder, him being more confused than ever but here for you in every way.

He began to pull away when you brought your arms away from your chest and wrapped them around his torso, to which he gladly embraced again. You both stay together until he whispers, "Hey, Y/N."

You pull away to see his incredibly worried face.

"Hey, um I'm sorry about that. I just get flustered."

"I know, it's alright." Peter gives you the sweetest gentle kiss to the top of your head and you put you head back on his shoulder, still sniffling and now blushing but smiling.

A couple minutes later he pulls away, much to your dismay and whispers in your ear;

"Sixth times the charm."

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pier pressure // prologue

Summary:  It was finally summer vacation and you were spending it all summer in California. You and your five best friends had been invited to the Stark STEM Summer Program and couldn’t wait to start; but of course it got off to a rough start. You met someone and quickly hit it off but when disaster strikes, he disappears. But where to?

A/N: new series!!! ta-da!!! i cannot believe i’m starting a summer series and my first peter parker series, i’m so excited. i’ll be posting one chapter every week of summer on every friday starting next week! if you want to be on the pier pressure taglist or my permanent taglist, just send me an ask!  love you all, lena

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. . . . .

Knock, knock, knock.

This should be your room, right? thought to yourself.

Then why did you hear voices inside?

You faintly heard a person walking towards the door, hoping it would be someone on the hotel staff preparing the room but instead, you were face to face with a young man seemingly your age, who happened to be shirtless and eating an apple.

He had his hand on the doorknob and was chewing his apple but stopped when he saw you. He seemed to be expecting someone else and it obviously wasn’t supposed to be an overly-tired and hungry college junior.

“You’re not Ned,” he said chewing his apple once again.

“Uhh-I um, I-I’m sorry, um-” You failed to make any understandable words, blushing madly at the young man in front of you who had wet hair that was all over the place, and was only in swim trunks. He was still staring at you, and you weren’t quite understanding why. You must’ve looked ridiculous from your airport attire, and your hair must’ve been pointing in every direction. You started to walk away before you saw a hand shoot out in front of you. He swallowed his apple and then spoke.

“Peter.”

You must’ve been staring too long at him because he waited for you to take his hand and laughed quietly when you seemed to be staring into space.

You looked at his hand and then back at his face, which had a strong jawline and surprising red cheeks, meaning he thought this entire interaction was just as weird as you did.

“Oh, sorry. I’m um, Y/N,” you said while taking his hand and shaking it. You let go of his hand and just stood there, hands behind your back, palms sweaty.

Nice going, idiot.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you replied quickly.

He leaned up against his door frame and said: “So, why exactly did a beautiful girl like you knock on my door?”

Before you could even respond or get any more embarrassed, you thought to yourself, This could not get any worse. 

“Y/N!” you heard Valkyrie say.

Nevermind. It just did.

She ran up next to you and looked at Peter and then at you, proceeding to save your ass by dragging you across the hall to your room, with Peter waving at you slowly. He smirked and trying not to laugh at the sight of Val dragging you away. She walked in and you shut the door, waving back at Peter who closed his door too. You turned around and slid down the door to your knees and put your hands on you cheeks, which you knew were still pink and warm from looking at and meeting your very attractive neighbor.

“Who was that?”

“I have no idea.”

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cold coffee cups

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader oneshot

words: 1.6k (short wittle baby)

warnings: fluff and mentions of injuries, sleeplessness

request: @minnie-marvel after the events of a tragic mission you find yourself unable to sleep. When you're up trying to keep yourself distracted you bump into an MCU character and end up having a midnight coffee date

summary: After a mission gone wrong, you can’t sleep. You go and get a midnight snack and someone decides to join you for a midnight coffee date. 

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The pain, the blood, the bruises, and the heartache. It’s all part of the job but it never makes it any easier. Lying in bed, you thought about what had happened during the mission that afternoon and how you hope it never happened again. Missions were never supposed to be easy but you were an Avenger. You all were and were all taken down like it was your first fight. Sleeplessness had never been a problem for you but apparently, you would be counting sheep tonight hoping to get some rest.

Tossing and turning was no use, considering your shoulder was badly hurt during the mission. Every time you moved, it sent waves of pain through your body, feeling every muscle tense up in reaction. Your ankle was sprained, possibly fractured but didn’t hurt quite as bad. Maybe it was because Natasha wrapped it so tight you couldn’t feel it but you didn’t dwell on it too long.

After getting to sheep 78, you called it quits and knew you weren’t sleeping that night. You slowly sat up, using only your left arm to push you up and out of bed. The sheets were sweaty and your hair was damp from sitting in the bed, unable to cool yourself down. You hobbled into the bathroom, pulling off your wet tank top and threw it in your hamper, followed by your shorts and undergarments. Turning on the water in the shower, you decided to take a cold one to cool you down and soothe your blazing shoulder. You got a plastic bag from your cabinet and a hair tie and tied it around your ankle, hoping it would keep it from getting wet in the shower.

You looked in the mirror at yourself, only seeing messy hair, bruises all over your body and the look of exhaustion on your face. There was nothing worse than wanting to sleep more than you ever have but not being able to. Stepping into the shower you let the cold water run over your body, feeling instant relief. Not knowing how long you just stood there soaking in the icy water, you grabbed a rag and some soap, doing your best to wash with one hand. It proved difficult but manageable. After another 10 minutes in the shower, you decided to stop wasting water and get a towel to dry off. The rough fabric moved over your body, removing all traces of water from it.

Once you got to your shoulder, you winced, feeling every move the towel was making over it.

Moving the towel over your hair, you dried it as much as possible but it was still damp. It would air dry but it left marks on your t-shirt that you put on, just a plain baby blue one and some grey sweatpants. Sitting on the bed you slipped one white fluffy sock over your left foot, with your right foot unable to wear one due to the bandages.

You had been limping around your small room at the complex but decided to get a snack so you grabbed one crutch and put it underneath your right arm to take some pressure off your ankle. Shuffling down the hallway, you tried to be quiet and not wake anyone, not knowing someone else was already awake and had the same idea as you.

You stumbled up to the fridge and took a look around, not looking for anything in particular. Some fruit, bottled of water, some leftover Chinese food and bread. Nothing you wanted so you shut the pantry door, only to find a person standing behind it, inches from your face.

You were about to scream and jumped a bit but not before Bucky reacted quickly and put his metal hand over your mouth. Taking his hand and moving it off your mouth, you scolded him for scary you so late in the night.

“Bucky! You can’t do that!” you whispered angrily, smacking his right arm, loud enough to hear the echo of skin on skin.

 Bucky was laughing hard enough to make him double over but not loud enough to wake the others up. You didn’t think it was very funny considered your hurt your ankle when you jumped but it wasn’t often you saw him laugh, so it was alright.

“Sorry, didn’t think I’d scare you so bad,” he said, still wheezing from laughing. “Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” you said, fiddling with the strings on your sweatpants. “Why are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep either, but it’s nothing new for me. How are you feeling? I know you got a nasty sprain on that ankle and your shoulder is pretty banged up.”

“I’ll be okay.”

He cocked an eyebrow and walked past you to the Keurig, putting in a coffee pod and making himself probably the largest cup of coffee you’d seen anyone drink in a while.

“You want any? I drink it with just a little sugar but we have creamer too if you’d like.”

You blushed to see his shirt lift slightly when reaching for another cup, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His metal arm was massive so it was hard to find shirts that fit him just right but this one did. He had some black sweatpants and black socks on, with his hair up in a bun. He turned to you as you saw his scruffy facial hair and bags under his eyes, but they didn’t make his blue eyes stand out any less.

“Y/N?” Bucky said, grabbing your attention and bring you back to reality.

“Yeah?” you said, not yet realizing you stared off into space for a minute.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, sure. Sorry.” He smirked at you and turned around again to put another pod in and start your cup. You attempted to waddle over to the table and sit, fatigue settling over on your body from the long day you’d both just had. Bucky noticed that you were having trouble so, much to your surprise, he came over and scooped you up in his arms like you weighed nothing and carried you over to the table, setting you down in the chair.

You wrapped your right arm around his neck and set your elbow on your stomach as he carried your over, laying your head on his shoulder. You were thankful to have a friend like him; you two were always watching each other's backs in combat and just in everyday life. You would never tell anyone that you secretly liked him more than just friends but always had to remind yourself that neither of you had time for that. You wish you did but, you could always dream.

After setting you down, he planted a small kiss on your head before walking back over to the coffee, something he only ever did when you weren’t feeling well.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Creamer?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“You know how I like my coffee,” you replied.

“Creamer and sugar it is.”

You watched him make the coffee and bring over the mugs, one with the Stark Industries logo for you and another with a mug you’d gotten him for his birthday that said ‘I’m Not Dead Yet’; his personal favorite.

You sat together, chatting about the mission quietly, trying not to wake anyone before somewhere along the way getting into an argument about who was better at board games.

“Bucky, how many times have I beaten you at Monopoly?”

“Okay but I am so much better at Twister,” he claimed, knowing why he always said that.

“Taking off your metal arm to help you win is not winning, it’s cheating.”

“Funny that you use them as interchangeable terms, I still win.”

“By cheating!” you shrieked, causing Bucky to chuckle at your false anger.

“Whatever you say,” he said, taking a sip of his second cup of coffee.

You smiled at him, and said, “You’re infuriating.”

“Yet incredibly gorgeous,” he said mockingly, flipping his hair around in a bun.

You didn't know it was possible to roll your eyes harder than you already could but you did, laughing at his offhand comment. Then, an idea popped in your head.

“Let’s play Uno.”

Bucky looked at you confused, “Why?”

“To see who’s better at it. I don’t think we’ve ever played together,” you said, knowing you were good at the game and knowing you could beat him.

He looks at the vote on confidence on your face and couldn’t resist. “You’re on.”

After hours of playing the same game over and over, you had tallied up every win and loss but you both started to doze off and before you knew, your head was on the table, sound asleep as the sun would rise in a couple of hours.

. . . . .

You and Bucky had both fallen asleep last night while playing Uno, you beating him by one match before you both were too tired to walk back to your rooms. When you woke up, you could gloat about that fact that you beat him but he would accuse you of cheating; the argument never ends.

The next morning, Tony walked into the kitchen ready to start the team meeting to review the mission but was surprised to see two people already at the kitchen table, with two cold coffee cups in between them. He smirked and shook Bucky awake who was surprised he fell asleep at the table but got the go-ahead to take you back to your room so you could both rest for the day. He scooped you up again in his arm and kissed your forehead thinking you were still asleep, but could feel every second of that kiss and wished it had never ended.

. . . . .

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Two Slow Dancers (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, time jumps

Request: Hey Lena!! Quick question, do you take steve rogers x reader requests? If so could i request one based on "two slow dancers" by mitski? Fluff or angst but with a happy ending, whatever you like! Pre-serum or not! Thank you!!

A/N: so this is a super cute oneshot that had time jumps in it in you and steve’s life, based on my interpretation of the lyrics of “two slow dancers” by mitski! I loved writing this, so thank you anon!

Summary: You and Steve had been friends for as long as you can remember, and music plays a huge role in both of your lives. You’re a bad dancer but he would never tell you, and through all the years you both slow dance together, he never does.

. . . . .

“Sorry, I’m not a good dancer if you couldn’t tell.”

“What? I think you’re a great dancer.”

“Steve,  I’ve stepped on your feet at least 4 times now.”

“I don’t mind if it means I can stay close to you.”

Up until the last few weeks, you had only every thought of Steve are your friend. But recently you started to noticed other traits about him that when thinking about them, made you blush.

You tried hard not to think about him all the time now, but you couldn’t help it; you were falling for him. Hard.

As you danced and got better little by little, you ended up noticing that you two were the last ones in the gym together at school.

“How long have we been dancing for?”

“Feels like a hundred years. But time just seems to fly when we’re together,” Steve said to you.

You giggled and kissed Steve on his cheek to his surprise, causing him to blush.

He walked you home that night, hand in hand and wondering if this would ever grow into something more. He was such a sweet guy but you were both just kids. You went to sleep that night, trying not to get your hopes up but miserably failing at not thinking about this Brooklyn boy. Little did either of you know…

. . . . .

“I wish I had one more night with you, doll.”

“I would do anything to have that too.”

“Oh, anything you say?”

“Steve-“

“Nope, you said anything. SO we’re dancing.”

“Steveeee.”

“Don’t Steve me, just dance. It’s fun!”

It was the final night before Steve went back into the Army and you were at a party with his friends at a bar. Since joining the army, he looked completely different after being given the Super Soldier serum. You were lucky to have him back since some of the guys in his group didn’t come back, but thankfully Steve and Bucky both survived. However, they were both recently told that they were being drafted again, much to your dismay.

Steve held you close to him, a hand on the small of your back and your arms around his neck.

“How did I get this lucky?” he asked you.

“With what?” you replied.

“With you, doll. You are the perfect woman, and I still can’t seem to figure out how you fell in love with a scrawny kid from Brooklyn like me.”

You smiled at him and kissed him, bringing him closer as his arms tightened around your waist. You pulled away and put your nose to his.  “You have a way with words, Rogers. And I fell in love with you for who you are. Believe it or not, you’re still that same kid from Brooklyn.”

“Just finally taller than you.”

“That was a plus,” you said, as he laughed at you and picked you up, causing you to scream as he twirled you.

You wish nights like these didn’t end and just hoped that there would be more in the future.

. . . . .

“I’m still as bad as I was in middle school.”

“Oh, hush. Hon, like I told you back then, it will never matter to me how many times your step on my feet.”

“So you admit that I do it often.”

“Shut up.”

You laughed at him, throwing your head back as Steve just chuckled watching you laugh so hard you could cry.

It was time for you and Steve to have your first dance at your wedding and somehow, you never got better throughout all the years of dancing, feeling like you had 2 left feet.

“Isn’t it crazy how long ago our first dance was?” you asked Steve.

“It would be easier if we were younger again. I think I’ve lost my touch,” Steve said, winking at you.

“Baby, if you had lost your touch, would I be dancing in your arms right now?”

“Hopefully.”

“I’m so lucky to have you, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“You had to bring up the middle name, didn’t you.”

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t try too much you blush or annoy you.”

“And you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Steve smiled and you smiled back, trying your hardest not to laugh as he spun you around in your dress and kissed you, to which everyone cheered.

You smiled at him as he twirled you in your white gown, never feeling such bliss and wishing that this would never end. Being surrounded by your friends and family was more than you could ever ask for and more than anything, you were thankful to have such a kind and passionate man by your side through thick and thin. You two were the last ones on the dance floor, completely fixated on one another.

. . . . .

“MOM!!! DAD IS DANCING IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN!!” screamed your daughter, who was endlessly embarrassed by your husband’s dancing.

“Steve, stop embarrassing your daughter in front of her friends!”

“Honey, I’m not doing my job as a father if I don’t embarrass her in front of her friends!”

You just laughed while drying your hair from getting out of the shower. You went down the stairs to see your husband, shaking his hips and moving his arms in a weird way that could only make you laugh harder. Then the song changed and it was the song that you both danced to at your wedding, years ago.

You looked at him and he smiled at you, and you saw that same man you fell in love with all those years ago, listening to this song. He held his hand out to you and you walked toward him and grabbed his hand, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. Steve pulled you close to him as you lay a hand on his chest and your other hand in his. You felt his warmth and his hand on your lower back, gently holding you to him. You knew your kids were standing behind you watching and all you could do was be grateful that you danced with that scrawny boy at that middle school dance, and that soon to be Army man. You wouldn’t be the person you are today without him. You were made for each other.

You suddenly felt two little arms wrap around your legs and saw your son, James behind you and your daughter Natasha wrapped around her father, like she has been since she was born.

You all danced together in the kitchen, laughing and smiling, knowing just how lucky you are to live the life you have been given.

. . . . .

“Darling, it’s me. Y/N.”

“Who?”

“It’s me. You remember, don’t you?”

It had only been a year since you were diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and Steve tried desperately every day to help you remember but some days it was easier than others. You never recognized him anymore but Steve always knew the one way that he could help you be more comfortable around him and calm down. Steve slowly walked over to the record player in your room that he had brought since you two had had it since your wedding and began to play your favorite song. You looked over to Steve, standing next to the record player.

“I know this song,” you told him.

Steve smiled at you, “I know doll. This is our song.”

“We have a song together?”

“We always have, doll. And we always will,” he said, walking over to you. “Would you like to dance?”

“I don’t think I’m very good at it,” you said, holding his hand and standing up slowly, putting your weight on him to stand.

“You are the best dancer I know, doll.”

That night would be your last night together but you both spent it the best way you knew; together, two slow dancers.

. . . . .

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pier pressure // ch.1 soaked

words: 3.3k 

warnings: flirting, intro, and just fun :))

summary: It was finally summer vacation and you were spending it all summer in California. You and your five best friends had been invited to the Stark STEM Summer Program and couldn’t wait to start; but of course, it got off to a rough start. You met someone and quickly hit it off but when disaster strikes, he disappears. But where to?

a/n: chapter 1! i will do my best to stick to the schedule and this is the start. so excited for you all to read! much love, lena 

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reader’s outfit // val // hope // wanda // okoye // peter

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Spring semester was finally over and it was finally your favorite time of the year: summer. Except for this summer, you’d be spending time with your best friend from Columbia University at UCLA in California for the Stark STEM Summer Program. Tony Stark himself selected the students who were accepted to go for the summer and you were one of the lucky 100 selected to go from all around the country.

Never did you imagine that Tony Stark would invite you to spend a summer learning from him but let’s be honest, it was probably Pepper that chose everyone.

You and Valkyrie, who you called Val for short, met as freshman at Columbia as roommates. She was a complete extrovert and party animal while you were the complete opposite; the ‘sit inside, read or watch movies and eat snacks’ kinda gal. But you brought out the best in one another, playing off of each other’s strengths and becoming the complete power duo. You loved your best friend with all your heart and could not be more excited to be going to the summer program with her.

You met other girls from the Columbia campus that you knew of at the airport so you could all fly together. Hope, Wanda, and Okoye were all best friends and we’re some of the sweetest girls around the campus but always knew how to have a good time and make memories.

Waiting in the airport, the five of you talked about the summer and how awful spring semester always is, with finals and essays due but it’s always worth it.

“Now boarding, sections 10-26,” said the young woman at the front desk of your terminal.

Val wrapped her arms around you and you around her, both squealing loudly and grabbing the attention of fellow passengers, but the two of you didn’t care. You were too damn excited to spend the entire summer in California with your best friends and learn so much from Tony Stark.

You grew up hearing about him from 2012 and the historic battle of New York but were more interested in working in engineering and possibly one day, working under the direction of Mr. Stark himself; this was the perfect opportunity to prove yourself to Mr. Stark.

Which meant no distractions.

Just as your boarding pass was scanned, you ran down the hall to board the plane and sat at the window seat of the plane, preparing for the 5-hour flight to California. Val was sitting next to you and Hope was closest to the aisle, with Wanda and Okoye in the middle of the plane. You knew it would be a long flight but the five of you had a chat together, so you’d be busy trying to laugh quietly and sending pictures throughout the whole flight.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, covered by a short-sleeve grey blouse and looked over to see Val pointing at Hope who had fallen asleep on her shoulder and was snoring.

You immediately took a picture and was laughing so hard you were crying, and Val was trying to keep you from waking her up but was unsuccessful. Wanda was videotaping her waking up, with her hair in all sorts of directions and red shot eyes. You were all giggling and then she was too, unable to keep herself from joining in. Before you all knew it, you were in California.

. . . . .

“This hotel is so nice,” you said, getting out of the van from the airport.

You had slept for the last hour on the flight and knew you looked like you’d just slept for 3 days but didn’t have time to check your appearance after getting off the plane. You and the girls raced to the van who almost left without you and Hope and Wanda packed the bags into the back, while everyone else piled into the van. The drive was short and fun, but you were all exhausted and really just wanted to go back to sleep.

“Try not to burn it down,” Okoye said, walking up behind you and Val.

“I set off the fire alarm, I didn’t burn it down!” Val said as you all grabbed your bags out of the van.

Staring up at the hotel, it must’ve been 45 floors tall and probably full of students here for the summer. You and Val were rooming together for the whole summer, knowing there would be many late nights and snacks and so much noise, you were sorry for who would be rooming near you two.

You walked inside to the lobby to see white and grey furniture everywhere and college kids with loads of bags walking around, chatting and standing in line for the elevator. You walked up to the front desk and told the young man your last name and got the keys to your room for the next three months. Val brought the bags and had to stand in line for the elevator which she wasn’t thrilled about but you saw that you were on the fourth floor so you just took the stairs.

You walked down the hall, looking at all the numbers before realizing that you were at the end of the hall in a larger room, with another right across the hall from you.

You were about to use the key to open the door before you heard laughter inside.

Who was in there? you thought to yourself.

You put your ear up next to the door, but couldn’t hear anything else. Just the sound of a fan and some lights buzzing inside. Nervous to know who was in there, you tapped on the door anyway, hoping it was just the cleaning staff.

Knock, knock, knock.

This should be your room, right?

You faintly heard a person walking towards the door, hoping it was someone on the hotel staff preparing the room but instead, you were face to face with a young man seemingly your age, who happened to be shirtless and eating an apple.

He had his hand on the doorknob and was chewing his apple but stopped when he saw you. He seemed to be expecting someone else and it obviously wasn’t supposed to be an overly-tired and hungry college junior.

“You’re not Ned,” he said chewing his apple once again.

“Uhh-I um, I-I’m sorry, um-” You failed to make any understandable words, blushing madly at the young man in front of you who had wet hair that was all over the place, and was only in swim trunks. He was still staring at you, and you weren’t quite understanding why. You must’ve looked ridiculous from your airport attire, and your hair must’ve been pointing in every direction. You started to walk away before you saw a hand shoot out in front of you. He swallowed his apple and then spoke.

“Peter.”

You must’ve been staring too long at him because he waited for you to take his hand and laughed quietly when you seemed to be staring into space.

You looked at his hand and then back at his face, which had a strong jawline and surprising red cheeks, meaning he thought this entire interaction was just as weird as you did.

“Oh, sorry. I’m um, Y/N,” you said while taking his hand and shaking it. You let go of his hand and just stood there, hands behind your back, palms sweaty.

Nice going, idiot.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you replied quickly.

He leaned up against his door frame and said: “So, why exactly did a beautiful girl like you knock on my door? You here for the Stark Summer Program?”

Before you could even respond or get any more embarrassed, you thought to yourself, This could not get any worse.

“Y/N!” you heard Valkyrie say.

Nevermind. It just did.

She ran up next to you and looked at Peter and then at you, proceeding to save your ass by dragging you across the hall to your room, with Peter waving at you slowly. He smirked and trying not to laugh at the sight of Val dragging you away. She walked in and you shut the door, waving back at Peter who closed his door too. You turned around and slid down the door to your knees and put your hands on your cheeks, which you knew were still pink and warm from looking at and meeting your very attractive neighbor.

“Who was that?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well he seemed to be interested in you,” Val said, dropping the bags and sitting down right next to you, nudging your shoulder.

You looked at her with pink cheeks and shoved her back, “No he didn’t! Not like this. I look like I crawled out of a dumpster.” You still had your big grey shirt on, with black Nike exercise shorts on and sandals, now realizing that was a mistake since your feet hurt from all the walking. You originally put your hair in a bun but it was completely messed up while you slept but you never had time to fix it and your sunglasses that were pushed up onto your head were almost impossible to remove from your tangled hair.

“You look beautiful, idiot. Now stop moping so you can help me unpack!” She jumped up and grabbed your hand to pull you up with her. “We need to unpack and get ready.”

You watched your best friend take her bags to her bed and jump on top. You laughed, knowing it was would be just like back in New York, just a different city and a different room. You grabbed Val’s phone and plugged it into a speaker you brought, blasting Billie Eilish’s ‘bad guy’ and singing together while unpacking.

Little did you know, Peter and his best friend/roommate for the summer Ned were walking down the hall and heard the two of you singing, making him smirk. You had already made a strange but hilarious first impression on the college man, hoping he would run into you at some point.

Literally.

. . . . .

“IT’S PARTY TIME LADIES!” Hope shouted, joined by Wanda and Okoye’s screams of joy. Tonight was the kick-off party of the summer at Barney’s Beanery, closed off for the night for just students here for the program. It was a formal party but you knew it would get unhinged at some point; it is a college party after all.

All five of you were stuffed into the bathroom in your and Val’s room, putting on light makeup and doing each other’s hair. It looked like something out of a chick flick, but none of you cared. Singing along to old Taylor Swift songs now, Val zipped up the back of your dress and she went to put on her outfit. The five of you looked all looked amazing, and not one person in that room would be able to take your eyes off you ladies.

Especially one person.

Across the hall, Peter and Ned both had finished getting ready for the party, dressed in suits but not too fancy to where they couldn’t have a good time.

You stepped out of the room to head downstairs first, at the same time that Peter was locking the door to his room. You turned around and realized it was Peter from earlier that day.

“Uh-”

“Hi,” Peter said, a slight tint coming to his cheeks as he saw you in your outfit.

“Hey, sorry about earlier. I don’t normally look like that.”

“Do you usually look this good?”

You had your hands at your sides but they were now clammy, trying not to embarrass yourself again as you did earlier. He was a smooth talker but you could tell he was intimidated by you. He tried not to show it, but he didn’t seem to be as good as hiding his emotions.

“I’d like to think somewhere in between.”

He chuckled and put his hands in his pockets, quickly watching Ned look at him with a dorky grin on his face and continued walking down the hall.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name from earlier?”

“Y/N.”

“Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Nice to meet you… again.”

You both laughed, right when your friends walked out to see you talking with the young man, still taller than you in the heels you were wearing. They weren’t tall heels anyway because you wanted to try and be comfortable that night.

“I guess I might see you tonight. Nice seeing you again, Y/N,” said Peter, running off down the hall to join Ned in the elevator.

You suddenly felt two hands on your shoulders that whipped you around to face your friends, knowing you’d be bombarded with questions.

“Who was that?”

“Nice to meet you again?”

“He’s hot.”

“What the hell just happened?”

You sighed and removed the hands from your shoulders, knowing you would never hear the end of it if you didn’t spill every single detail.

“I will explain everything in the car. Can we go now?”

. . . . .

“IT IS SO LOUD IN HERE!”

“WHAT?”

“NEVERMIND!” you yelled at Val.

“WHAT?” with Val yelled back at you.

This is gonna be a long night. The entire room was filled with voices, lights, and music so loud you could barely hear yourself talk. You had just arrived, knowing people were looking at you and your friends. It may have been a camp for smart college kids, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dress up every now and then. Your black dress gave you just enough room to breathe and you and the girls were all dancing until somehow you ended up in the middle of a group of people and spilled your drink right on someone’s shirt.

“Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry,” you said, looking at the mess you made and not realizing who you spilled your alcohol on.

“We have got to stop meeting in strange ways.”

Your eyes shot up to see Peter Parker’s chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, which were filled with regret and embarrassment.

I just cannot win today, can I?

Ned looked over and saw what happened, “I’ll be back, there’s a store around the corner and I’ll get you a shirt.”

“Thanks, bro,” Peter looked at you and stopped him, “Ned, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his hand awkwardly.

“You too.”

As Ned walked off, you turned back to Peter and blushed. You grabbed some napkins and started wiping off his shirt.

“You are not subtle, are you?” he said, talking into your ear so you could hear him.

“I wouldn’t include it on my Tinder bio, no,” you replied, earning a laugh from Peter.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said as he grabbed your hand and threw away the soaked napkins. You tried to pretend you couldn’t feel his stomach through the damp fabric while doing that. Looking around the room, you saw your friends dancing with some guys while Val was sitting talking to a blonde woman, drinking and laughing. They all seemed to be having a great night, while you were acting as you’ve never been in public before.

“Do you want to get out of here? It’s really loud!”

“Sure!”

You walked side by side out of the club and once you got out onto the street, you could see his messy brown hair and navy blue button down, that now smelled like vodka, with black slacks and black shoes. He was almost too attractive for his own good but didn’t act like it except when he was flirting with you, which you didn’t understand because you were a huge dork.

“So, you never answered my question from this morning,” he said.

“Yeah, I seem to be a pro at making conversation today.”

“Are you here for the Stark Program?”

“Yeah, here with friends from New York.”

He looked at you suddenly while you were up against a lamp post, making you curious as to why he made that face. “You’re from New York?”

“Yeah, Washington Heights.”

“Queens, but now I live in Cambridge, Massachusetts.”

“MIT, I’m guessing.”

“Right you are.”

“No way!”

“Small world, I guess.”

You continued to make small talk while waiting for Ned to come back. You learned that he used to live with his Aunt May before starting college and he had known Mr. Stark since he was in high school but had never done his summer program. Once he moved in with Ned as his roommate at MIT, he came back to Queens as much as possible to visit his Aunt May. He also loved pickles, the color red and wants to work for Mr. Stark as well.

“It’s a dream of mine, ever since I was a kid,” you told him. You hadn’t really told anyone that was your plan but it was easy to talk to Peter, confide in him. You were very similar in many ways but also so different.

“Same here, he can be intimidating but he’s like a father to me.”

You were quiet for a second, realizing that the topic of fathers was a sensitive subject but Ned broke the silence, in a very-Ned Leeds way.

“Really? They didn’t have anything else?”

“Oh they did, but as your best friend I must find the best quality and style for you.”

You laughed at the way that Peter glared at Ned while he doubled over laughing, knowing that they must be like this all the time.

Peter must’ve not been subtle either as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeling it off, taking the oversized ‘I LOVE NY’ from Ned who was still laughing and putting his head through the shirt.

You didn’t realize you were staring at him until you saw a hand waving in front of your face, snapping you back to reality.

“You alright?” Peter said.

You hadn’t even noticed that Ned had gone back inside and it was just you two again. It should’ve been impossible at this point to blush any harder but you managed, much to Peter’s delight.

“Yeah I- was that a raindrop?”

You felt the water on your hand and before you knew it, it starts drizzling. You and Peter both look at each other wide-eyed, knowing you don’t have long before you are both soaked.

“DO YOU JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO THE HOTEL?” he shouted at you over the suddenly loud thunder.

“SURE, LET’S GO!”

You quickly took off your heels and Peter grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers rather quickly, almost feeling stuck to him. You ran together to his car, your hands feeling perfect together. It was the only thing you could think about while running in the rain, splashing the sidewalk with every step.

Reaching his car, he fumbled with his keys as it was now pouring and you were both soaked head to toe. You sat on the passenger side of his car, a very expensive Audi with black seats that were heated once he turned on the car. You were both huffing from running and you looked over at each other, bursting out laughing.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so bad once you could calm down, and Peter had tears rolling down his face from laughing.

He started the car, and you giggled while saying, “That was insane.”

“Sorry for grabbing your hand like that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Would you do it again?”

“With you, definitely.”

Peter smirked as he drove down the road towards the hotel, only ten minutes away and you remember thinking that you wouldn’t allow yourself any distractions this summer. Now you weren’t so sure. 

. . . . .

You were still laughing in the elevator and down the hall before you got to your rooms.

“Well, I think your shirt is clean now.”

“I think it’s more water than anything.”

“You looked beautiful tonight but I can’t decide whether I like the dry or the soaked version more.”

“Both?” You smiled and put your hands behind your back, missing the feeling of his fingers in between yours.

“Yeah, I think so.” He smiled at you and you reciprocated. 

“Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You searched through your purse but realized quickly that you were missing something very important; tonight was only about to get more awkward. 

“Uh, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I could stay in your room for a couple of hours?”

. . . . .

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