#spiderman far from home fan fiction

[cameoutstruggling93]

Here I am “working” and watching Spidey Far from Home and you know what? I miss the Spiderman Far From Home fan fiction

[donald4spiderman]

SAY IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE

peter isn’t sure if you have a crush on him and it’s driving him insane. cue a whole lot of advice seeking, elaborate plans, and confusing romance.

mcu!peter x avenger!fem!reader

tw: mutual pining, kissing, sexual innuendos, crack because the rest of the avengers are there so obviously everyone is crazy, also this is not proofread sorry not sorry

a/n: if anyone could word count this for me pls comment it below. i am curious to know . i wrote this on the mobile app so i can’t do it. PLEASE REBLOG

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TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN TONY STARK RECRUITED YOU TO JOIN THE AVENGERS, Peter assumed not much in his life would change. He and the rest of the avengers were looking forward to having a new super-hero friend to fight evil alongside, but that’s about it. He was familiar with your success as the (somewhat controversial) vigilante named Slayer—with enhanced fighting abilities, super strength, and physical resistance to weapons. But nothing, and Peter means nothing, could’ve prepared him for meeting you person-to-person.

He remembers his first interaction with you with perfect clarity, mostly because of how utterly embarrassing it was for him. Peter has attempted to forget every detail about his horrible first impression, but it remains burned into the forefront of his mind.

-

The Avengers awaited your arrival impatiently, crowded near the main elevator. Tony alerted everyone that the you were headed up to meet everyone. Peter was really excited, but decided to linger behind Natasha and Wanda. He heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open, but couldn’t see you over Thor and Steve as you entered the compound.

“Everyone,” Mr. Stark announced, “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a.k.a Slayer.”

“Hey, guys.” you greeted. “It’s so amazing to meet all of you in person. I’m so excited to be joining The Avengers.”

Steve and Bucky were the first to welcome you. Peter could only imagine the flashy smirks and dazzling charm they were entertaining you with.

“Steve Rodgers, Captain America.”

“Bucks Barnes, Winter Soldier.”

You shook both of their hands firmly, sizing them up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Next was Sam, who was much more friendly, offering you a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. Thor was kind and courteous, shaking your hands as well. Then, Natasha and Wanda approached you, and your smile widened, relieved to be in the company of the female avengers. Both the girls gave you hugs and compliments on your outfit.

“This is so crazy!” you gushed to the girls, “I’m so excited to be working with you two!”

“We’re beyond excited,” Wanda smiled. “We’ve always complained that there’s way too many guys living here.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested. You all laughed.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to say hi. He was already nervous at the mere though of having to introduce himself to someone. But now that the rest of the team cleared to the side, he could see your face clearly, and suddenly, his brain stopped functioning.

Your eyes dazzled beneath the dim light of the compound, lips curled into a welcoming grin. Your hair was stunning, yet effortless. The few photos he’s seen if you in actions in the tabloids didn’t do you justice. Everything about you appeared confident, assertive, and experienced, despite you being around Peter’s age—it made him feel even more inadequate in comparison. Your strong frame was only highlighted by your classic, metallic blue suit. He couldn’t tear eyes away from you.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” you stuck your hand out in front of Peter, who was frozen in place, “it’s so cool to meet the real Spider-Man. I’ve always been a big fan.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed in a panic, “me too!”

He heard faint chuckles (most likely from Bucky and Sam) from behind him. You giggled too, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re a big fan of yourself?”

His jaw dropped. “H-huh? W-what? No?! I just meant-I’m not-“

You interrupted his sputtering, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time, Spider-Man.”

“Peter,” he mumbled quietly, completely humiliated and somewhat defeated, “it’s Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his arm until it rested at your side.

“Alright!” Mr. Stark interrupted the awkward interaction, clapping his hands together. “Thank god whatever that was is finally over. Let me show you to your suite, (Y/N).”

You nodded towards Tony, turning back to smirk at Peter, “See you later.”

“S-see you, uhm, later,” he stammered, watching you walk away until you disappeared around the corner.

He could feel everyone else’s eyes on him, stifling their laughter until you were far enough away not to hear.

“What was that?!” Steve howled, cackling so hard he was gasping for air. “Have you never talked to a woman before?”

“Shut up,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Zip it, boys,” Wanda ordered, rolling her eyes at them as they laughed, “she seemed to like him.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agreed, “I think (Y/N) was flirting with him.”

Peter’s face perked up at Natasha’s observation. We’re you really flirting with him? Is that how people flirt?

“No way,” Sam declared, “have y’all seen her? No offense, Parker, but she’s a total bombshell.”

“Like you know anything about women,” Wanda snarled, focused on comforting Peter.

He groaned dejectedly, face falling into his palms, “I really don’t know what happened! I just...shut down? I’m awkward, but i’ve never been that awkward! Oh god...”

“Trust me,” Natasha consoled, “I’ve had interactions with men a thousand times worse than that. She won’t hold it against you. Plus, she seems into the whole dorky thing you got going on. You’ll be fine.”

-

Peter recalls his horrible first impression daily, but Natasha and Wanda ended up being right. After your first month being on the team and living at the compound, you seemed to forget about Peter’s mishap. In fact, you approached him constantly, asking him to play games or hang out with you. Thanks to your efforts, Peter grew more comfortable around you, and the two of you became best friends.

Being best friends with you doesn’t change the fact that he’s still incredibly entranced by both your beauty and personality to the point where he makes a total fool out of himself. It doesn’t help that you have a spunky attitude, often flirting with him to make him flustered. In the two years he’s known you, Peter hasn’t been figured out if you’re into him, or just messing with him.

It’s Saturday, which means it’s “(Y/N) and Peter’s Movie Night” as you so affectionately call it. Every Saturday night, you and Peter cuddled up on the couch in one of the many living rooms with popcorn, a dozen blankets, and tissues (hey, you liked to watch some depressing movies). It’s a nice and simple break from all the training and fighting the two of you do as Avengers. Plus, it’s uninterrupted one-on-one time for Peter to spend with you.

“Alrighty,” you exclaim, jumping to sit on the couch cushion adjacent to him, “what shall we watch?”

“It’s up to you,” Peter states. “It’s not like you really give me a choice.” The last part of his sentence was mumbled beneath his breath, but you still heard it, gasping with feigned irritation.

“I see how it is,” you glare, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Fine. Since you have so many complaints, you can actually chose the movie this time.”

“Yes!” he triumphs, snatching the remote from you, unashamedly delighted, “we are watching Mean Girls!”

“Really? Not that I’m opposed to that choice, it’s just, I did not expect you to chose that movie.”

“Why? It’s a timeless classic. Name one other movie that has quotes so prevalent decades after its release.”

You pause for a moment. “Damn., I’m coming up empty. Alright, let’s hit it.”

Peter presses play, and as the visuals fade in, you snuggle up against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He swings his arm around your torso, pulling you in close. You hum with content.

You’re so happy Peter chose to watch Mean Girls; you’d almost forgotten how insanely funny it is. Every other moment has the both laughing so hard you cry.

“You remind me of Karen,” you say, watching as Peter’s face contorts into an offended expression.

“Excuse me?” he shrieks. “You know I’m an actual genius, right?”

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Karen is totally the funniest.”

“But she’s dumb! I’m not dumb!”

“You sure about that?” you tease.

Peter pouts, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, smarty pants. At least she’s hot, just like you,” you nudge him in his ribs as he blushes.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a very good-looking dude,” you give him a pointed look, “say it—say that you’re hot.”

“N-no,” Peter stutters, thrown off by your steady stream of compliments, “I-I’m not.”

“I think you are, so say it. If you don’t I’ll beat you up, Peter Parker—swear to god.”

You think he’s hot?

“Fine!” he concedes, knowing that with your powers, you could very well win against him in a fight, “I’m...hot?”

“Say it like you mean it!”

Peter takes a deep breath in before shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m hot!!!!”

You roll your eyes, tsk-ing him in a disappointed manner as you shake your head. “Wow, Parker. Way to be arrogant. So self centered.”

His face drops, “Oh my god. You are such an ass!”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him.

“N-no. Ugh, whatever,” he glances away, nervous under your stare, “let’s just get back to watching the movie.”

This is not an uncommon occurrence: you, flirting incessantly with Peter, who can’t do much besides sputter and blush profusely. It’s one of the factors that makes his friendship with you so confusing—he can never tell if your “platonic” actions teeter towards romantic.

It also doesn’t help that you flirt with him in front of the rest of The Avengers. And while, in theory, receiving compliments from a gorgeous girl should boost his social credit, it has the opposite effect on Peter. Not only is he teased by you, he’s also teased by the rest of his team, especially Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

For example, you have an obsession with complimenting his physique. If Peter ever wears a form fitting shirt—or no shirt at all—you’re quick to shower him with somewhat objectifying comments.

You sit atop the kitchen counter, legs dangling aimlessly as you converse with Sam and Bucky. Peter just finished his morning training, hair still damp from showering. Loosely fitted basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and the only item covering his torso is a towel slung over his shoulder.

“G’morning.” Peter yawns, fetching a mug from the cabinet.

You check him out shamelessly as he stretches his body out to reach the top, “Good morning, indeed,” you leer, smiling smuggly as Peter reveals a scattered rouge on his cheeks. “How was your workout?”

“G-good.” he replies, self conscious and suddenly aware of Sam and Bucky’s presence.

“Did you lift today?”

“Yeah. I did some sparring and technique with Natasha, then went to the gym after.”

You glance down at his biceps, “I can tell. You look extra vascular today.”

Sam snickers next to you, leaning in to Bucky as he observes you ogle Peter. “Vascular?!” he exclaims, “who the hell says vascular?”

“Me, Sam. I do,” you tut, “and it’s true. Working out increasing blood flow to the muscle which promotes size and vascularity.”

“Are we talking about biceps here—or a different kind of muscle, if you know what I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows, humored by his own joke.

You roll your eyes, “Grow up, idiots. You just wished I complimented you as much as I do Peter.”

“True, true,” Sam admits, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny to watch Parker get so wound up when you talk to him.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, “I have training in a few. Bye, Peter. And I’ll see you two idiots in hell.”

The three boys watch you walk away, Sam and Bucky immediately jumping at the opportunity to make fun of Peter once you leave their sights.

“You can relax. You’re girlfriend isn’t here anymore,” Bucky scoffs.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter huffs, glaring at him.

“She sure acts like it.”

Sam nods in agreement, “Yeah. When will the two of you just get together so the rest of us don’t have to watch you make a fool of yourself?”

“We’re just really good friends!” he exclaims, utterly frustrated. “Stop trying to make our friendship something that it’s not.”

“So you really don’t have any sort of romantic feelings for (Y/N)?” Bucky interrogates.

Peter ponders for a moment, “N-no. I don’t....right?”

He’s always harbored certain, unique feelings for you since your friendship began to bloom. He could never exactly pinpoint what they were, but Peter knows he’s never had another friendship quite like this; he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel.

Bucky bursts out laughing, “Oh my god! This is so funny! You totally have a crush on (Y/N)!”

“Shhhhh!” Peter hisses.“Could you be any louder?”

“Yes. Yes, I could,” he remarks, “but back to what you just said: you like (Y/N)—you like Slayer!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Peter’s never been more exasperated in his life, “I guess I always thought that maybe we would be good together, I don’t know? I’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t know how girls act when they like someone. Can you guys help me?”

“Wait, you want our help?” Sam asks, face resting in a satisfied smile.

“Yes? I just need help figuring this all out. A-and you guys definitely know more about dating and all that stuff than I do. Please?”

“Can we tell Steve, Wanda, and Natasha about this?”

“Fine,” Peter carps, “but don’t tell Mr. Stark. He he gets all weird and fatherly about this kind of stuff and I don’t want him worrying.”

“That won’t be an issue,” Sam smiles, “Tony already knows.”

-

With Natasha and Wanda on board, the boys essentially had direct intel into your deepest, darkest thoughts about Peter Parker. It was no secret that you were the closest with the girls (and Peter). Unfortunately, according to them, you had never mentioned anything out of the ordinary.

But, the two women were not satisfied by this. So, they crafted a plan to investigate further. It’s in the name of love, and all is fair is love and war, or whatever that stupid saying is.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Natasha and Wanda whispering to each other. They periodically glance over at you, waving their hands in the air as they converse in secrecy.

Eventually, the pair approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda says, Natasha following closely behind. “How are you?”

“The same as when you saw me an hour ago. Why?” your lips press into a tight line, unnerved by their suspicious behavior.

She smiles nervously, “We just have a really important question to ask you.”

“Okay...”

“What’s your dream guy?”

“—or girl!” Natasha adds.

“Dream guy or girl or person—whatever,” She corrects. “What would you say are your ideal qualities in a romantic partner.”

You shrug, “I don’t know? Genuine, nice, sort of dorky and shy. I don’t really have a type.”

The two girls exchange a knowing glance with one another. “Alright. So, I’m gonna give you a person who’s totally made up and not real, and you’re gonna tell me your honest opinion about them, ‘kay?”

You’re visibly confused by their abnormal behavior, but continue nonetheless. “This is a weird ass game, but I’ll play.”

“Perfect! Okay, so this person is very sweet, super kind to everyone and always afraid of messing things up. They’re very dorky—they love nerdy movies and hobbies. They’re also physically fit, but they don’t let their appearance inflate their ego. In fact, they can be a little insecure at times. They value loyalty and intelligence, but they struggle with communication.”

Wanda hopes she wasn’t too specific. After all, Peter is your best friend. You know him better than anyone.

“They sound cool, I guess,” you sigh, “I don’t know. I’m not really in the place to date anyone right now.”

Natasha nods, “Can I ask why?”

“I kind of have...a thing...for someone else. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to date anyone until I get over them.

The girls faces perked up, “Can we know—“

“No!” you exclaim, “I will not tell you who. Okay. Bye.” you scramble out of the room, itching to get away from their incessant questioning.

“Bye, (Y/N)....” Wanda sighs, disappointed she didn’t succeed.

-

“So, none of us have gotten anywhere in our mission to help Peter,” Natasha huffs, stirring her cereal across the table from Steve. “I mean, we’ve tried everything. It’s been three weeks and we can’t crack her. Poor Peter.”

Steve nods his head slowly, “Let me help.”

“You wanna help? Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he beams. “I like the kid. Plus, I’ve been a little bored recently.”

“You have any good ideas?”

Steve grins, “I do. In fact, I have a plan that just might work.”

-

“(Y/N)!” Steve greets you in the main living room, “are you free this Saturday?”

“Why?” you question, “you planning on killing me?”

“What? No! Just-ugh-are you free? Yes or No.”

“I think I’m free,” you say, unsure of where the conversation is going.

Steve smiles, “Perfect! You’re going on a date!”

You expression shifts. “No offense, Cap, but I don’t really see you like that and—“

“Not with me!!!” he exclaims, “I’m setting you up on a blind date. His name is Spencer. He’s an FBI agent and he’s in town for a few weeks. He’s super frickin’ smart—one of the smartest people I know. He’s six foot two with curly brown hair. I told him about you and wants to have dinner at the bistro by 5th avenue. Will you go?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “You know what? Sure. I’ll go. He sounds nice.”

“Perfect.” Steve chuckled mischievously. “I-uh-I mean...perfect! I’ll text to let him know.”

“So,” you whip your head around to find Natasha stalking around the corner, “you’re going on a date?”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“What about the unnamed person you’re still in love with?”

“It’s not going anywhere—I don’t think it ever will. Might as well have fun and put myself out there. Plus, if the date goes bad and he’s horrible, I won’t feel bad about being a hellish nightmare and fighting him. Win-win.”

“Alright,” she smiles, “tell me if you need anything. I have a killer dress I’d think you look absolutely jaw-dropping in.”

“I don’t think I own anything besides a few T-shirts and my suit,” you laugh, “thanks, Nat.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

-

Come Saturday evening and you were rushed to get ready. You almost forgot the dinner reservations were at 6 and spent the whole afternoon training instead.

“Nat!” you shout, hurrying to finish brushing your hair, “can I have that dress you were talking about?”

“Sure! What size?”

“What do you mean what size? Don’t you only have one size?”

“Uhhh...no,” she chuckles in embarrassment, “I may have bought the dress in every size available—just in case.”

“I really don’t have time to think about how strange that is. Just get me whatever size you think. I trust your judgement.”

“Sounds good,” she nods. “You’re gonna look so hot!”

A few moments later she bursts into your room, in her arms a silky black dress. You don’t even want to think about how expensive the item is—it looks luxurious.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” you say in awe of the garment.

“I know right,” she agrees, “just wait until you put it on.”

You slip into the bathroom to change. A minute later, and you’re emerging from behind the door. “What d’you think?”

You do a slow spin for Nat, her mouth hung is shock. The black, satin dress sits snuggly over your chest and waist, slightly draping away from your hips. The v-neck line accentuates your cleavage tastefully. It’s equal parts sexy and sophisticated.

“I feel dumb,” you groan, arms crossed around your torso. “I feel so exposed in this. I just wanna put on my suit.”

“Oh like that’s any less revealing,” Natasha quips. You chuckle in agreement. “If you don’t wanna wear it you don’t have to. I think you look ridiculously fucking good.”

You study your appearance in the full length mirror. Nat is right. It’s unusual for you to be wearing such a fancy dress, but that doesn’t mean you don’t look absolutely stunning. You smooth the material down, smiling.

“I like it,” you mutter, hiding your giddiness.

“I love it,” she adds, “let’s go show the boys.”

Your smile falters, but you let her drag you into the living room nonetheless. You’re confident enough not to care what anybody thinks. And you doubt your friends will have anything but praise to say.

“What do you guys think?”

Their reactions were similar to Nat’s: faces in total amazement. They’d never seen you in anything other than your suit, workout clothes, and occasionally Peter’s T-shirt.

“You look...wow,” Bucky struggles to find the right words, “why don’t you wear more stuff like this? You look great.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, I can’t exactly fight villains while wearing by this, can I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Sam voices, earring a wave of laughter from the group. “Seriously, though. You’re a very gorgeous woman—through and through.”

“Stop it,” you groan, trying to hardest not to blush under their stares.

The chatter dies down momentarily, but just then, Peter enters, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes scanning over the crowd until they land on you.

His entire world stops spinning when he takes in your appearance. Peter is enamored by your beauty 24/7, but seeing you so dressed up makes his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You fiddle with the ring around your middle finger.

“Hey, Parker,” you smile sheepishly.

“H-hey,” he stammers, “why are you all d-dressed up.”

“Oh, um...”

“(Y/N) has a date.,” Wanda announces, causing Peter’s face to fall.

“What?” This is not what he hand in mind when the rest of The Avengers agreed to help him figure out your feelings. “With who?”

“Steve’s friend, Spencer,” you state, “which reminds me, I should get going,” you grab your bag, checking your hair and makeup in the mirror once more before waving to your friends.

“What about movie night?” Peter asks dejectedly.

You frown, “Sorry, Parker. We can reschedule. I’ll see you guys later.”

The elevator doors shut and Peter just loses it. He’s throwing his hands in the air in protest, pizza flying across the room. First of all, you’re going on a date with someone that’s not him. Secondly, you’re skipping out on movie night—the tradition that you started with him. Peter’s heartbroken and pissed all at once.

“What the fuck?!” he shouts. “Steve—what the fuck?” Peter never swears, so it throws everyone off guard. “You know I’m basically in love with (Y/N). You guys were supposed to help me. Not sabotage me!”

“Well,” Natasha chided, “it’s been almost a month and we’ve made no progress. The best way to figure out how she feels about you is to set her up with someone else. If she love with you, she’ll come running back.”

Peter glances up from beneath his lashes, “And if she doesn’t...” The room falls quiet.

“This is-this is a mistake. I need to go after her!” he knew how cliche it sounds: a boy chasing after a girl he’s been pining for after years, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you go on that date with whatever his name is. Sean? Steven? Slater? Whatever! “Where is her date.”

“Bistro on fifth,” Sam states. Wanda slaps him on the shoulder. “What? I want them to be together, sue me.”

Peter thanked Sam, rushing out the room and into the elevator in his pajamas without a second though.

“He’s so easy,” Steve smirked. Things were going according to plan.

The rest of the team celebrated their current success, hopeful that the two of you will be together by the end of the night. It’s up to you and fate to ensure that what’s meant to be is meant to be.

Even with his enhanced strength and stamina, the run to the Italian bistro is hard. Peter’s not as in shape as in shape as he thought, but his exhaustion would never be enough to stop him from ruining your date with Spencer.

After what felt like hours of sprinting down New York sidewalks, he arrived outside the restaurant. He could see you being escorted to your table by the hostess. Spencer isn’t here yet—there’s still has time to confess his feelings.

He storms through the doors of the restaurant, starting a few diners and a waitress.

“Sir, you can’t just—“ the poor waitress attempt to stop him are futile. “I’m sorry, this is really important.”

He rushes to the back of the restaurant where you’re seated, casually sipping your water and skimming the menu.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shrieks, shattering the peaceful ambience of the establishment. “I need to talk to you.”

“Peter!” you gasp, completely shocked and somewhat embarrassed that your best friend showed up unannounced. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He babbles unintelligibly, “I-uh-ah-um...I don’t-uhhhhhh....”

“Is there an emergency?”

He shakes his head, “No no no no. No emergency. Everything is fine—great!”

“Okay....so why are you here then?”

“Well,” he sighs, “everything isn’t actually great. Can I talk to you somewhere private?”

“I’m suppose to be on a date, Parker,” you deadpan. “Spencer’s gonna show up any minute now.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What? Spencer?”

“Yes. Not like him specifically, but the fact that you’re on a date,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Peter figures this is the closest he’ll ever get to the right moment to confess his feelings for you. He can’t back out now.

“I like you,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head, “no—that’s a lie—i’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know. But everyone else helped me realize that I want to be more than your best friend.”

“Peter—“

“And I’m sorry i’m doing this to you while you’re waiting for your date. I know it’s selfish and you’d probably rather date Spencer than me, but I just wanted you to know because I don’t like keeping secrets from people I love. So, I’m in love with you. That’s how I feel. How do you feel...about me?”

Peter waits anxiously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His adrenaline lessens, and he realizes how out of place he must look in a Star Wars T-shirt and plaid pajama pants in the middle of an expensive restaurants. You don’t seem to mind that he’s not aligned with the dress code. You tilt your chin up, flashing him a bright smile.

“I love you, too—I’m in love with you, too,” you admit, standing up form your seat at the table, throwing your napkin down in a finite motion. “I’ve been in love with you. I only agreed to go on this stupid date because I was trying to get over you.”

“W-wait,” he sputters, gears in his mind struggling to turn, “you were trying to get over me? Couldn’t you see that I was in love with you? I was like a dog—a puppy! I’m so nervous around you all the time; you’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I knew you got all flustered when I flirted with you, but I just thoughts it was because you were awkward or something. I don’t know. I don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Well, you should’ve,” you glare at him, “but that’s besides the point. I am so freaking happy. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life. This is real!” he jumps up and down, attracting the attention of the families and couples at nearby tables.

You smile apologetically at them. “Peter, we should leave so we can talk.”

“Yes! Great idea. I love you!” he rambles, gripping your waist tightly as you guide him out of the restaurant. “Wait, what about Spencer?”

You scoff, stepping outside into the frigid New York air. “Oh? Since when did you care about Spencer?”

“I don’t,” Pete states matter-of-factly, “I just want to hear you say that you’re in love with me and not him.”

“Of course I’m not in love with him; I’ve never even met him before!”

“Say it,” he pouts, “please? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear it.”

You blush, hoping that the dim street lighting conceals your bashfulness. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve always been in love with you.”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world,” he whispers, eyes glassy and heart thumping beneath his chest.

He glances down at your lips, quickly looking back up. You smirk, noticing the way his cheeks flush with color.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay. Can you handle that? Or will you like...shut down or like die or something?” you tease, delicate hand stroking his cheekbone.

“Yes! Please!” he yelps with anticipation, “I will be okay, I promise.”

Using the hand on his face, and the other behind his neck, you yank him towards you will volition, pressing your lips against his. He taste like pizza and diet sprite—a weirdly endearing combination that would surely gross you out if it was anyone else. He stiffens, as to be expected, before melting into you, hand caressing your waist.

You pull away, panting heavily. Peter’s eyes flutter open, and his hand comes up to touch his swollen lips. You giggle and he smiles—you can’t stop smiling either—you’re cheeks hurt so much. You’ve never been happier.

“Should we head back?” you suggest, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yes. I didn’t swing here though, so it’s gonna be a long walk.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

Two hours later, you and Peter return to the compound. You ended up walking around the park and getting ice cream, enjoying your time with one another now that you know your feelings are reciprocated. When the elevators open up the living room, you both expect to find the rest of the team relaxing in their respective rooms, but you find them congregated in the couch and table, right where you left them.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you ask, setting your bag down on the counter. Everyone glances down at your intertwined hands with wide eyes. You quickly go to shake off Peter’s hand, but be grips you firmly.

“So,” Steve starts, “how was your date with Spencer?”

“Well,” you grimace, “here’s the thing—“

“We kissed!” Peter blurts out. You slap your hand over his mouth and he grumbles.

“Peter!” you bite. He doesn’t seem to care.

The rest of the team looks ecstatic. They whoop and cheer and clap for you and Peter like an audience at a Broadway play.

“We are so happy for you two!” Sam rejoices, wrapping the two of you into a big hug. “I always knew you would end up together. I am just so smart, it really amazes me every time.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re so welcome,” he says smuggly.

Wanda and Natasha smile so wide their eyes crinkle. “Awwwww,” the coo in unison.

“Wait, why are you guys all celebrating?” you question. “Weren’t you all just trying to set me up with Spencer?”

Steve bites his lip, “Well...”

The realization suddenly dawns on you—they planned this. “You bastards!” you exclaim, “you altered my fate! How dare you!”

“What?!” Steve raises his hands up defensively. “Peter was trying so hard to figure out how to deal with his feelings, and the two of you were going absolutely nowhere. I mean, it was almost painful to watch,” you glare at him, “so, we gave him the push he needed to just come out and say it.”

Peter guffaws, “You guys are evil geniuses. But thank you thank you thank you for tricking me into telling (Y/N) I love her. You’re all the best and I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, thank you, all of you, even the ones of you that are idiots,” you give a pointed look to Sam and Bucky. “I just feel bad for Spencer. The whole point was just to set me up with Peter, so he was set up for failure.”

“Actually,” Tony tuts as he rounds the corner and into the living room, “Spencer doesn’t exist.”

“What?” you gasp.

He nods, “We set you up on a real date with a fake person. (Y/N), his name was Spencer. He’s a genius that works for the FBI who’s six foot two...”

“Oh my god!” your face falls into your hands, “You guys convinced me I was going on a date with Spencer Reid! From Criminal Minds! How did I not realize?”

“I don’t know?” Steve says, “but you fell for it, thank god. Now you and Peter can be madly in love and irritate the rest of us with your PDA.”

“Ew,” you groan, “we aren’t one of those couples.”

Bucky points to the way you and Peter are standing: holding hands with his head settling into the crook of your neck.

Peter blushes, “Sorry! I’m just...really happy, okay? Leave us alone.”

“Fine,” he concedes, “just be quiet when you two do your business, if you know what I mean.”

“B-business? We-uh-huh-I mean—“

“What Peter’s means to say is shut up and be quiet,”you smirk. “But don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.” A chorus of ooohs erupt from your friends.

“Bleh! You two are already gross.” Tony mutters with feigned disgust. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re together now.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, squeezing you into his side. “Me too.”

[stiles-o-dylan24]

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[memoriesoftanalorr]

In the battle with Spider-Man, Quentin Beck didn't died, he's faked his death with another illusion. Some days later, he headed to Riverside, California, the place he was born, hide there and leaving all of this story behind. When he get home he meet up with his ex girlfriend Betsy. They're talked and Betsy said that she don't need him in her life, she was curious why he is comeback anyway. Quentin told her that he made a lot of terrible things but he's trying to become a better person. Betsy finally said that he had a daughter, her name is Misty. Girl has his hair color and the same ocean blue eyes like his, she's 8 years old. Quentin's eyes widened from such news, he was surprised and shocked. After sime minutes, Quentin looked at her. "Can I see her? Please let me see her sometimes!" he begged. Betsy struggled, "Give me time to think about that." Beck nodded. Two weeks later, Quentin waiting for Betsy to show up, she finally allowed him to spend some time with his daughter after school and on weekends. Betsy and Misty come towards Beck. Quentin start struggling about this meeting, if she will don't like him? He shakes his head from this thoughts. "This man is your father, his name is Quentin Beck. I hope you're will not hurt her or get her into a trouble." Betsy said. "Momma's kidding. Hello, Misty. I'm your father. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you because your mum never told me about you." Quentin said softly, leans down on his knees to meet with the girl's eyes. Betsy rolled her eyes. "Yes, sure, this is all my fault, where were you then all these years? Be a good girl and say hi. Everything will be okay, I'll call you. I'll pick you tomorrow." Betsy kissed Misty's cheek and leave.

[sinclairstarz]

for the cinephile byler truthers. i made the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

in my head mike wheeler is the film bro cinephile of the party. hes a big brad pitt fan and fincher is his favorite director if you even care.. dirty dancing would be in his top 4 if he was honest. he went to see dune cause hes a scifi nerd, ended up hating it so much and complained about it to will but still gave it 2 stars cause it was pretty. did leave a very mean review. very critical rater but mostly leaves high ratings because he just doesn’t watch things he doesnt wanna see.

alternative movies i considered putting: pulp fiction (5 stars), the killer (1 star), se7en (5 stars), across the spiderverse (5 stars), nope (5 stars) , the batman 2022 (4 stars), once upon a time in hollywood (5 stars), inglorious basterds (5 stars), the matrix (half a star)

the thing is so good and he has a poster of it on his wall in canon so it felt right. it just feels wrong not to do ghostbusters (plus its one of my favorite movies…) and yall need to hear me out on brokeback 😭😭😭 ur telling me he wouldnt bawl his eyes out??? ur wrong. will byers is a jake gyllenhaal lover. he watches dirty dancing a lot for mike, and loves ghibli movies a lot. he cried during rain man. honest rater but doesnt take it too seriously, mostly 4/5 star ratings

alternatives: saltburn (half a star), asteroid city (5 stars), blackkklansman (5 stars), the force awakens (3.5 stars), the perks of being a wallflower (4.5 stars), back to the future (5 stars)

rogue one because lucas has taste. its the best star wars movie, if u care. he would love how fun and goofy ghostbusters 2 is. in my head Wes Anderson is like the party’s claimed director and they all watch his movies together and do marathons because the weirdness, comedy, and emotional commentary is a perfect mix for them. so. bottle rocket. lucas’ favorite wes anderson is the grand budapest hotel if u wanted to know. he rates things pretty highly and isn’t super critical.

alternatives: dodgeball (5 stars), scream 5 (4 stars), the matrix (3 stars), good will hunting (5 stars), jurassic park (5 stars), die hard (5 stars),

likes making lucas watch gone girl on valentines day and telling him shes gonna do that to him next time he annoys her. v for vendetta is her favorite romance movie and shes a big marvel fan (in a cool way. kind of .) but thor ragnarok is probably one of her fav marvels, along with spiderman far from home and iron man. i just know she watches Casino Royale and decided she hated James Bond and then ended up watching all the Daniel Craig Bonds with Mike and loved Skyfall so much. the song is on her playlist and she did cry after No Time To Die.

Alternatives: Superbad (5 stars), baby driver (5 stars), bottoms (5 stars), 10 things i hate about you (3.5 stars), scream (5 stars), kill bill (5 stars), lord of the rings: the return of the king (1.5 stars)

also a bit of a film nerd. i considered giving him a star wars and i know in my heart he’d probably have empire somewhere in his top 4. but star wars is lame and i wanted to give him se7en so he fucking gets se7en. he knows john wick is objectively dumb but he doesnt care hes just here for a good time. the party probably watched saltburn together and all fucking hated it. I just know hes a kurosawa nerd and always goes when the local theatres do very rare special showings of his movies.

alternatives: baby driver (4 stars), the ewok adventure (5 stars) hot fuzz (5 stars) harry potter and the sorcerers stone (4 stars) legally blonde (5 stars) spirited away (5 stars) dazed and confused (5 stars)

she likes movies that make her feel all warm and fuzzy and hopeful. i wanted to give her breakfast club, but i think she’d honestly like sixteen candles more (even though breakfast club’s better). she cried at almost every movie in her top 4 and makes max rewatch juno with her like once a month. she gives most movies 5 stars unless she really hates them, and loves any movie thats fun to watch, even if its bad. she likes movies with pretty girls and fun colors.

alternatives: barbie (5 stars), legally blonde (5 stars), inception (2 stars), heathers (5 stars) pretty in pink (4.5 stars (she was mad andi didn’t end up with ducky)) my neighbor totoro (5 stars)

in conclusion if you haven’t seen They Cloned Tyron (2023) go watch it it deserved the oscar

[tryan-a-bex]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. Or however many. Whatever.

Thanks to @the-real-surfski for tagging me in this one!

Three ships: Dreamling (Sandman), Gaulcienne (Sandman), um, is there a ship name for Picard and Crusher? Probably.

First ever ship: Dreamling. I think I stumbled into this rabbit hole in February? (Idk if Picard and Crusher count because I didn't know what a ship was then).

Last song: um probably something from the Fuckboi Dream playlists? I always forget to play music, and most music with words is indecipherable to me.

Last movie: Spiderman Far From Home I think.

Currently reading: Magic For Nothing from the InCryptids Series by Seanan McGuire. Recommended for urban fantasy lovers! Also starting a chapter by chapter daily reading of Fuckboi Dream tomorrow which I'm excited about!

Currently watching: concussions suck but when the dizziness ends it will be Good Omens s2 and Picard s3.

Currently consuming: Ginger ale is better when it goes down your food tube and not your air tube.

Currently craving: idk energy to at least draw or write fan fiction, even if going back to work is not in the cards yet. Rest is a lot nicer when it actually works, you know?

Tagging some lovely folks with absolutely zero pressure (seriously if you don’t want to do this for any reason, just don’t. you don’t owe me an explanation). If you see this and want to play, consider yourself tagged. @cuubism and @historyandqueershenanigans were tagged by surfski, but you can tag me back as well if you play. @peterxwade24 one of my very first followers, @aquilathefighter @lucienne-thee-librarian @seiya-starsniper @sleepsonfutons @mollymagician

[themovieblogonline]

What Makes Marvel Movies Different from DC Movies and Other Superhero Movies

What Makes Marvel Movies Different from DC Movies and Other Superhero Movies? Marvel and DC are the industry giants of comic books. These comic book giants are not just popular within the comics industry; presently, due to the countless Marvel or DC Comics blockbusters that are produced every year, they also are prominent in the film industry. The effect is that even those who are not comic book readers in the UK, are learning about Marvel and DC Franchises. While many UK fans prefer Marvel, plenty of others enjoy DC Films. Use streaming services in UK If you want to enjoy all the Marvel or DC films and series at home. Browse through howtowatchinuk, the site will help you discover all the streaming platforms of the UK which feature your favorite Marvel and DC flicks. While many of us love watching Marvel and DC actions, we also enjoy discussing which comic film is superior: Marvel or DC? But, this time, we have a much more interesting question: what sets them apart? Let's find out together: Marvel vs. DC films: What distinguishes Marvel and DC from one another? What Sets Marvel Films Apart from DC or Other Action Films? 1) The Continuity Difference between Marvel and DC Films Most of the Avengers were previously portrayed by Marvel in stand-alone features even before Avengers. Movies detailing the storylines of Thor, Hulk, Spiderman, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Iron Man, previously existed. In all honesty, the Marvel superhero narrative is both captivating and simple to grasp. Though the Avengers have recently been merged, Marvel keeps producing standalone flicks. The partnership shows the superheroes based on how they look. Some heroes that typically lack a standalone movie now have a movie in which they either co-star or are featured.  The Winter Soldier, Dr. Strange and Falcon, and Ant-man films are some illustrations. The standalone superhero movies that have recently been released all have a similar plot. These flicks are comparable to Spider-Man and Thor. Their plots are extensions of the previous flicks, so they fit in very well. This continuity is indeed not present in the movies of DC or other superhero studios. The Justice League films featured a different group of superheroes from the one DC introduced in "The Flashpoint Paradox," the first Justice League partnership. It's very confusing how they blend both marvel comics with movie plot storylines. 2) Comparing Marvel's Theme With DC Thematically, the majority of Marvel movies emphasize science fiction or the technological innovations which gave rise to the special powers of the majority of superheroes. The same motif can be found in even the oldest releases. If at all, they do not stray far from the path. The researcher who developed the violent green hero called the Hulk had his abilities put to examination. Ironman's artificial heart & custom-made super suit are also what gave him his powers. To mention a few, Spider-Man, Ant-Man, and Captain America all draw their superpowers from a make-believe scientific concept. The alliance movies' storylines portray a conquest by fictional creatures who are designed to live on some other planets as the greatest threat to the earth. The gear and devices exhibited are just examples of what humanity can soon build using technical and scientific advancements. In contrast, superheroes in DC or other action films have almost supernatural powers. Many are based on fiction, and it's hard to tell exactly what abilities they have. Some individuals, though, seem to be uncontrolled by them. For instance, Superman appears to have a combination of the abilities of the other DC superheroes. 3) The Differing Style of Marvel and DC Films Almost the bulk of Marvel's movies, if not all of them, have a cheerful tone. The characters get the appearance of regular people who are gaining supernatural strength. In contrast to DC movies, the characters are not portrayed as being as dramatic. Rather, they come across as average folks dealing with challenges that audiences can relate to. To please the intended audience, Marvel films have a distinct tone. In this case, everybody is old enough to comprehend the storyline. As a result, it has a massive range of admirers. They focus more on being creative and original than being extremely dark or harsh. Marvel films frequently aim to promote the general public to the rank of superheroes. The characters grow strong with every obstacle they conquer and each step they make. They start as simple humans but hold the chosen fate of the entire planet. The superheroes in DC movies don't come from a universe in which being normal is usual, giving the films a serious shade. It tries to show how they get comfortable living like humans, protecting citizens either from natural or unnatural hazards and more. The plots are encouraging as the protagonists attempt to fit into a new community while playing such a big part. 4) Brand monotony in Marvel and DC film Marvel specializes in retaining movie plots and comic books distinct from one another. Because they are distinct from each other, anything which requires to be continuous between them is done with perfection. To fit in with the other theme, any copied storyline is carefully portrayed. Marvel employs post-credit scenes to tie link 2 movies, particularly if both share personalities or franchise concepts in the next movie. With each new Marvel film that is produced, the approach is tightly controlled. Marvel is unique from DC films or other superhero films due to its uniformity. DC or other superhero movies don't adopt a uniform strategy. Undisclosed plot links among movies are a defining characteristic of it, particularly while aiming to stand out in the cinematic world. Franchising among comic novels and films hasn't exactly worked out. For the superhero "The Flash," who is a speedy, DC has slightly different types of character. One Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox includes a Tv adaptation or the following Justice League by Zack Snyder provides a different image. Conclusion Marvel has cemented itself as the better of the two media companies. Marvel's cinematography comes in a continuous collection comprising its finest works. This does not imply, however, that DC's productions or plots are not well-written or produced. They do have a big effect on the development and creation of superhero movies. They have the right to produce some of the best superhero films, including Superman, which is one of its most beloved characters. Read the full article

[deceitfuldevil]

Hurt

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter made it into MIT together, and were now living together in an apartment on campus. As much as you were both focused on school you also went out to some parties on occasion, some nights when Peter was on patrol just to get out. But tonight some frat boy asshole decided to hit on you and wouldn’t take no for an answer, and when Peter came home and saw a bruise laid across your face he didn’t think twice about harming whoever did this to you.

Warnings: depictions of fighting, mentions of blood, bruises and slapping, Peter being protective!, hints of smut towards the end.

Word Count: 1.4K

Peter came in sneaking through your apartment window to find you softly crying in your bed holding your face. All this was because a drunk guy tried to hit on you, and didn’t want to take no for an answer when you told him you had a boyfriend. You tried to get out of his space but he grabbed hold of your wrists and slapped you clean across the face. You immediately ran out of the party and all the way home after that. Not wanting to stick around to see what else that asshole had to offer.

Peter slid through the window with quiet ease, not even alerting you that he had come home. Tonight was quiet and he wasn’t left with any cuts or bruises thankfully, but he never imagined that one night he’d come home and you’d be the one with bruises.

Slipping his suit off and throwing on a random t-shirt Peter placed his hand on your shoulder as to comfort you, but you just jumped. Still keeping your face turned away from him you said: “hi Pete… didn’t even hear you come in” you said trying to cover the fact that you had just been crying.

“Y/n baby what’s wrong?” He asked, trying to get you to turn over but you wouldn’t budge.

“Nothing, just a tough day y’know?” You said, brushing his hand away. But he saw red marks around your wrist when you pushed him away. Now Peter forcefully grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him, seeing a deep blue bruise forming on your cheekbone.

Peter backed away as you sat up and tried to insist it was nothing.

“Who… who did this to you?” He asked, chest heaving and eyes blowing dark.

“No one Peter I just tripped” you tried making a cheap excuse, staring down at your hands in your lap to avoid his eyes. But he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“I said..” Peter now walked back to you and gently but firmly took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. “Who hurt you?” you swallowed slowly, almost fearing your boyfriend at the moment with how wide his pupils were blown.

“Just this guy at a frat party.. couldn’t take no for an answer.” You explained, not breaking eye contact.

“Does this prick have a name?” He pushed on, urging you to continue.

“I think it was uh.. Justin Sommelier. But Peter, he's the Dean’s son, you can’t just go after him, you'd be expelled.” You spilled out, silently begging Peter to leave it be.

“I don’t care if I get expelled, someone needs to teach that entitled asshole a lesson.” Peter said, letting go of your chin and throwing a pair of his sweatpants on. He walked out of the door saying no more than “stay here”.

“Peter wait no!” You called out after him, only to have the door slammed in your face. You begrudgingly sighed, grabbing your coat and chased after him but he was nowhere in sight, asshole must’ve swung to Justin’s frat party. You sped walked there amidst the cool breeze of a Boston night, hoping you’d get there in time to stop Peter from making any rash decisions.

You arrived back at the party and things still seemed to be going as normal, maybe you even beat him there. You walked around the party keeping an eye out for anyone thrown against a wall, but nothing. But when you hear a girl shouting and then stomping down the stairs holding her discarded clothes to her chest.

You figured that was your best bet as more of commotion started to arise upstairs you followed the noise, leading you to an open bedroom where Justin was haphazardly throwing his pants back on and shouting at your boyfriend.

“I was about to get laid dude! What the hell is your problem?!” Justin shouted at Peter, starting to back him into a corner.

“My problem is that you can’t take no for an answer and hit my fucking girlfriend!” Peter said, clearly stepping up to the challenge.

“Oh boo who, so what? You don’t deserve such a hot piece of ass anyways, she wanted to sleep with me I just know it.” He said, puffing out his chest and looking over to you and now many others standing in the doorway.

“You’re gonna fucking learn man” Peter said before taking a heavy swing at Justin out of nowhere, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“Oh, you are never going to see the light of MIT ever again. Just wait until my father hears about this!” Justin claimed, winding up another punch that Peter easily dodged.

“That’s if I ever let you see the light of day ever again.” And the next thing you knew Peter was on top of Justin delivering blow and blow to him. Absolutely pummeling him, you didn’t even realize you were screaming when another girl came to your side trying to comfort you.

Justin laid helpless on the ground as Peter beat him to a pulp like you had never seen him do with any bad guy before. This… this was personal. This was for you.

At this point he was passed out, face bloody and swollen. Peter was still throwing punch after punch and said “I should kill you right now.” as he stopped pulling his punches all together.

When Justin started coughing up blood, you knew you had to do something. Freeing yourself from whoever was trying to comfort you and hold you back you brought yourself in-front of Peter and crossed your arms in front of your face to block his fists from colliding with your face too. But as soon as you stepped in front of him he stopped his violent actions.

“Y/n, step aside.” He said, not looking at you as his chest heaved and he stared down at the man he had beaten into a pulp. He tried to nudge you aside but you stayed planted in your place. Mimicking his actions earlier you brought one hand to his chin and forced him to look you in the eyes.

“Peter please, stop this.” You begged, eyes furthering your silent plea with him. He stared back at you and it almost looked as if your boyfriend wasn’t even there for a second as you stared into his eyes. You took a deep breath and whispered “please come back to me.” As you gently pressed your lips to his, pulling away you saw his eyes return to a normal state and his tense form softened up. He stood up and looked around him, seeing the scared and worried eyes everyone was giving him. He took your hand and led you out of the now dead and silent frat party and took you home.

The walk back to your apartment was silent, things between the two of you stayed silent as he brought him to your shared bathroom to clean up his bloodied fists. Once cleaned, you stayed standing between Peter’s legs staring down and not meeting his eyes.

“Y/n I’m sorry, I went too far and I shouldn’t have—“ Peter was cut off by you smashing your lips onto his, eagerness radiating from your core. When you pulled away, he gave you a dazed and cheeky look.

“Now what was all of that about?” He asked hopping off the counter and walking you back towards a wall as he raised his hands to your hips.

“Never got to see your fight firsthand before… I liked what I saw.” You confessed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him in for another heated kiss.

You got a few more bruises that night, but those all came consensually <3.

—

A/N

Holy hell is it been a fat fucking minute since I wrote for Peter Parker… I last posted an imagine for him in summer of 2020 for context. Anyways I wrote this with dark! Peter (like when he was beating on green goblin at the end of no way home yk?) in mind because shit was so hot. Hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[anne-chloe]

The Disappearing Act

Peter Parker x Teen!Female!Reader

What’s a hero without a villain? The early-days of “Spider-Man” come to light as he fights off his very first foe, a girl with the ability to disappear.

Peter didn’t know what to do anymore.

How was he supposed to fight someone he couldn’t see? He was punching blind, running into dark alleys with no real sense of direction. He could hear her laugh, cackle, tease and taunt from all directions, and it made him feel weak.

What was he thinking? Was he truly ready to fight against a world crawling with evil? This girl wasn’t even the full strength that the Avengers had ever fought off, yet he was incapable of laying a single finger on her. He’d only ever caught a glimpse of her face, but even that wasn’t enough to identify her.

“What’s wrong, Spider-Boy? Have you given up already?~”

Peter’s face twisted into a deep frown. His emotions were bubbling away; conflicted between continuing with the facade of confidence and determination, or breaking into an obvious frustration and scream out loud. He couldn’t keep chasing after an enemy he couldn’t physically see.

What was he supposed to do?

There was a pause of silence; it felt so thick that Peter found it hard to breathe. The cold night air tickled his cheeks through the knitted fibres of his mask, making him feel slightly numb. He tried to conceal a shiver by roughly looking around, but it only caused him to strain and pull a muscle. How awkward.

Then, Peter heard a sigh from the left. Somewhere above him, hiding on the fire escape that lead into a closed-down restaurant. “Come on, I’m getting bored. Do a flip or something.”

“Is that why you’re doing all this?” Peter shouted, his eyes squinting and searching the darkness for some sort of movement. He could hear the faint creaks and squeaks of the rusted metal, the structure groaning under the added pressure of this strange girl. It was an old building, so no doubt the fire escape hadn’t been checked for safety in a long time.

“Hm?” A pause of quiet again. A moment to breathe. A moment to observe. “Doing what?”

Peter watched as something shuffled forwards, a fabric of sorts nearing into the light. Thank God the city had street lights that reflected far and wide, even if it was dim, it gave him enough of a spotlight to catch sight of something. He knew she was crouched above him, possibly holding onto the rail.

If he could get a clear enough shot to web her to the wall…

“Breaking into places… is it because you’re bored?” Peter knew he needed to drag out a conversation, long enough to keep this girl distracted. The longer she stayed engaged in a conversation, the better chance he had at succeeding. That’s how the hero’s in movies did this type of stuff, right? Through distraction?

The girl laughed; it was a light laugh that echoed through the narrow alley, and it sounded sincere. “And why do you chase after me, Spider-Boy? Have you also succumbed to boredom?”

There was another shuffle, and soon enough a hand broke through the darkness. Slim fingers wrapped around the metal railing, gripping tight. Peter felt his heart skip a beat in excitement, his breath hitched inside his throat as he quickly extended an arm and aimed at the limb.

A web shot out, shooting through the darkness and towards its target.

Bullseye.

“What… ew, gross!”

Peter wasted no more time as he sprung into action. He leapt upwards and grasped the bottom of the ladder, hastily hoisting himself onto the first platform. The structure shuddered under his weight, but he ignored the way it practically shivered. He twisted his body around and jumped onto the railing, using it as a boost up to the second level.

He listened closely to the sound of his target grunting and whining in disgust and frustration; she was tugging and pulling at the webbing, but Peter was positive it’d stay sticky long enough for him to capture her properly.

Peter flipped up to the third and final level, his feet planting firmly. He turned his eyes towards the girl on her knees, one hand glued to the railing and the other desperately clawing at the web. Her panic increased as he neared closer, close enough to kneel beside her.

He did it.

“Not so smug now, are you?” Peter muttered, a satisfied grin breaking across his face. Now that he was looking closer, he could finally see her facial features better.

And damn, she was beautiful.

A murderous glare twisted across her face, eyes so sharp it could slice Peter into millions of pieces. She looked almost feral, unafraid to cut a bitch. “What the fuck is this made out of?” She questioned lowly, her voice on the verge of a growl.

Peter looked between the webbing and her. “Just… just some stuff I made.”

“Good to know it’s not coming out of you.” Her eyes drifted back to the alley, looking almost distant.

Quiet fell among the two, and Peter suddenly felt awkward. Now that he had captured this girl, after a few days of zero sleep and intricate trap designs (which wasn’t actually very detailed), Peter didn’t know who he was supposed to hand the girl over to.

The police? No, Peter had dropped hints to them on multiple occasions. It was because of their lack of interest that Peter had involved himself so quickly. This girl had broken into many establishments without leaving a single trace, or a single clue as to how she had done it. She was skilled, too clever for the police.

The Avengers? That just felt too extreme. They dealt with “end-of-the-world” business, not petty thieving.

Then again, this wasn’t petty thieving…

“Why are you just sitting there?”

Peter’s attention snapped back to the girl, his stomach twisting with butterflies at the intense eye-contact. Her nose scrunched slightly.

“I—uh, what?” He stammered.

The girl rolled her eyes. “You caught me, so why are you just sitting there? Aren’t you going to hand me over to the police or something?”

So it was obvious that Peter didn’t know what to do. Perhaps if he contacted the police then they’d know some sort of special forces that could contain this girl properly? Right, that seemed like a more reasonable option.

There was no way that humans with incredible gifts were making appearances all over the country and the government weren’t creating a containment plan. They constantly had backup plans.

“I, yeah, no, I was totally about to contact the police,” Peter confirmed. He stood to his full high and shuffled back, digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He unlocked it and skimmed towards the dial pad and held the device to his ear, listening to the dial tone briefly.

Peter only looked away for a second, but when his eyes landed on the exact same spot as the girl had previously been sitting, he came to the indescribable horror that she was gone.

Peter ended the call with zero hesitation, a string of swears leaving his lips as his eyes darted around the area.

Where did she go?

A sharp whistle drew his attention further up the building. Leaning over the edge, waving playfully and shooting Peter a small wink, the girl flaunted her freedom.

“That was fun, we should do this again sometime!” She hollered loudly. “See you around, Spidey!”

And with Peter’s intense gaze glued to her form, he watched as she vanished before his very eyes. She just disappeared, no warning, no aftermath; just gone.

Peter stood rather dumbfounded for a minute longer, allowing time to process what had transpired. He was so close. Why had he hesitated in contacting the police? If he had been just slightly more efficient in his motive, then he would have surely been successful. Right?

But this wouldn’t be his final encounter with this girl. He knew they’d meet again.

[pitubea1910]

Venice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 7k

Warnings: -

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Notes: I didn’t review this so I apologise for any mistake! I hope you like it and, please, leave some feedback so I know if you do :)

MASTERLIST

Venice.

Paris.

Summer.

Friends.

Peter.

That was going to be the first weeks of your holidays. A summer school trip around Europe. What else could you ask for? It was the perfect plan for what it promised to be the perfect summer.

Excited?, Peter’s text said the night before your departure.

You smiled at the screen while you brushed your teeth. Holding the toothbrush with your mouth, you texted him back:

Very! Its gonna be awesome.

You put your phone down and finished washing your teeth before going to your room where you still had some more packing to do. Your mum had been obsessed with this trip and had made like three to-do lists. She was driving you crazy. But you knew she was just worried. It was your first time out of the country and out of New York, so she was kind of losing it.

But you couldn’t be more excited. And you were a bit shy to admit that a big part of that excitement was because of the thought of spending some more time with Peter away from everything.

Peter and you weren’t dating, although it really felt that way. You used to spend most of the time out of school together, he would come over your house -or you would to his- almost every weekend for movie night and you could always fall asleep on his chest. It would be his aunt or your mum finding you cuddled up in the middle of the night with an already finished movie playing on TV. He would take every chance he got to touch you in any way possible: a lose strand of hair, something on your cheek, anything. And you loved his contact, you loved hugging him, feeling his arms around you.

You knew you liked him and you were 98% sure he liked you too, but neither of you had had the courage to take that last step that had you on the ‘friends’ stage. Maybe this trip around Europe could fix that.

Next morning, your mum dropped you off at the airport before going to work. She tried to hide it, but you could the tears on the corner of her eyes when she hugged you goodbye.

“Mum, I’m going to be okay”, you chuckled squeezing her hand. “It will be just three weeks.”

“I know, I know”, she nodded. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Just be careful, text me as soon as you land and never leave the group alone, alright?”

“Don’t worry, Miss Jones”, Peter’s sudden appearance startled you so much that you were about to hit him, which made him laugh when he caught your wrist just in time. “I’ll keep a close eye on her the whole”, he finished his sentence looking at your mum without letting go of your wrist.

“I trust you, Pete”, your mum said, smiling at him.

“You trust him but you don’t trust myself?” You asked fake offended. You knew how much your mum liked Peter.

“It’s been proved several times that you can’t really be trusted”, Peter teased you with a smile.

“I can’t with you two when you decided to collude against me”, you huffed and looked at your mum. “Aren’t you late for work or something?”

“Yes and now I can go. I know you’re in good hands”, she said with a teasing smile.

Peter let go of your hand so you could hug your mum once again. You took your luggage and looked at Peter with your eyes narrowed, but all he did was smile innocently as you as you made your way into the airport, where you soon saw the rest of your classmates and the teachers that would be coming with you.

“Do you have your passport?” Peter asked.

“Of course I have my passport”, you said, but you checked your bag anyway, making him laugh. “See? Here it is.”

“You didn’t even know if you had it”, he laughed.

“And do you?” You said raising both eyebrows.

“Of course”, he smirked and put his hand into his back pocket, his face suddenly turning white and his eyes widening. “Shit…”, he mumbled.

“Not funny, Peter”, you said crossing your arms.

“I’m not joking”, he said opening his bag pack.

“Peter!”

You both looked to your side to see Aunt May running into the airport holding Peter’s passport in her hand. A huge smirk spread on your lips as she handed it to him.

“You’re a mess”, May said when Peter took it, his eyes burning red. “It fell on the car floor. I told you not to put things into your back pocket.”

“Thanks, May”, he said.

“I gotta go, be careful and call me, alright?” She said giving both of you a quick hug. When she left, you looked at Peter.

“Not a word”, he said, turning to walk towards the class.

“You’re not going to hear the end of this, Parker”, you smiled widely. “Hey, MJ”, you said.

“Hi guys”, she smiled at both of you. “You’re late.”

“Peter forgot his passport”, you were quick to say.

“It was in the car!”, He defended himself.

“Peter forgot his passport in the car”, you said, smiling even more when he glared at you.

“You two are cute”, was all MJ said before turning her attention to the teachers, who were giving the instructions for the boarding of the plane.

You looked at him after MJ said that at the same time he looked at you with a small smile. His hand went to your back where he rubbed small circles like he did so many times. You took a small step closer to him, so your arm was touching his side, and sighed now paying attention to your teachers.

Your dad had warned you about how long the flight was going to be. He was perfectly aware of it since he had to travel to Europe twice a year for his job. But you never thought it would actually be so damn long. And even confusing. By the time you landed in Italy, it was 9 p.m. in New York but it was 3 in the morning in Italy.

The first thing you did was going to your room, which you shared with MJ, to leave your luggage. It was probably the shittiest hotel you had ever seen, but you knew how cheap your school was so you were just glad to have an actual roof over your heads and semi-decent beds.

“How are we supposed to sleep now?” You asked when you took a seat on your bed. “It’s 9 p.m. in New York, I don’t go to sleep for another three hours and we’re supposed to be up in five?”

“Jet lag will hit us hard”, MJ nodded. “I’m not tired either.”

You whined and opened your suitcase to take out your pyjamas. At least you had to give it a try or you would be a mess next morning. You saw MJ doing the same. With a sigh, you got up to take off your jeans when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” You asked after seeing that MJ was already without her jeans.

“It’s Peter”, his voice said on the other side of the door.

MJ looked at you and then kept on changing her clothes, but you could see the tiny smirk she had on her face. You pulled your jeans back up and went to the door, opening just a little so MJ wouldn’t be visible.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I can’t sleep”, he shrugged.

“Did you even try?”

“No, actually”, he admitted. “But I’m not tired at all. I thought we could sneak out and go for a walk or something?”

You bite your lip to suppress your smile and looked at MJ for a moment, he nodded eagerly, making you laugh quietly.

“I’m going to grab a jacket”, you said.

“I brought one spare”, he quickly said before you closed the door.

Another thing you loved was wearing his clothes and Peter loved seeing you in them, Plus, your smell would stay afterwards, which he loved even more.

“Okay, give me a second”, you said.

Without even closing the door, you walked back to your bed to take the phone and put it into your back pocket -a small smile appeared on your face when you remembered May scolding Peter for doing just that-.

“Cover for me, please?” You asked MJ, who had taken a book from her suitcase.

“No problem”, she said. “Have fun.”

You winked at her and hurried out of the room, closing the door silently behind you. Peter was waiting for you, leaned against the wall and looking at his phone. When he heard you, he locked the device and put it in his pocket with a smile.

“Where to?” You asked when he handed you his hoodie.

“Given my deep knowledge of Venice”, he said as you two started walking down the stairs, “I suggest we go left.”

“Then we better go right”, you said. “I can’t take any advice from someone who forgets his passport before a trip”, you added.

“I didn’t forget it!” He exclaimed when you walked out of the hostel.

“Shut up”, you laughed covering his mouth with your hand, laughing quietly. “This place has the thinnest walls I’ve ever seen”, you added when he looked at you confused.

Smiling under your hand, he took it and gave it a small kiss that made you blush before pulling it away from his mouth. Yet, he didn’t let go of it. Instead, he entwinned his fingers with yours and started walking to the right of the hostel, leaving the canal to your other side.

“Where are we exactly?” You asked.

“Calle de le Ballote, according to Google Maps”, he said. “If we follow this canal all the way down, we will get to the Grand Canal.”

“I didn’t know we were that close”, you said, getting a bit closer to him when you shivered. “It’s a bit chilly.”

“I know”, he said and let go of your hand to wrap his arm around you, trying to keep you warm.

The street was completely empty, probably because it was almost 4 in the morning of a Tuesday night, but it still was surprising. Since Venice was such a touristic city, you assumed it would be crowded the whole time. Not like you complained. It was really nice to enjoy a walk like that with Peter and tourists coming up and down would only hinder you.

“You know”, Peter said after walking in silent for a few minutes, “I was really excited about this trip.”

“Me too”, you agreed. “It’s the first time I’ve left the States.”

“Me too”, he nodded.

“Liar”, you laughed and he looked at you confused. “You went to Germany a couple of years ago, remember? Stark Internship stuff?”

“Oh, right…”, he nodded. “It was really nice of him to invite me.”

You bite your lip, immediately regretting bringing that up. You knew how much the dead of Stark had affected him. Peter had always looked up to him, even before getting that internship. Now you barely talked about him or anything related to Tony Stark, Iron Man or anything about the last five years. Both of you had been gone, which had made everything so confusing around you. At least, nothing had happened with your relationship. If something, it had only brought you closer.

“Sorry”, you sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s okay”, he said giving you a little squeeze. “Don’t worry about it.”

But you did worry. You worried about him so much.

“What are you most excited to see?” He asked, changing the topic immediately.

“In Venice?” You asked and he nodded. “San Marco”, you shrugged. “But I’m not going to lie. I would’ve loved to come during the acqua alta.”

“That’s what you told me about the whole place flooded?” You nodded. “It would be a bit annoying, I think.”

“But we would have seen something unique”, you shrugged.

“I guess”, he laughed. “I want to see Il Ponte dei Sospiri. The Bridge of Sighs”, he said.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Actually, the story is a bit sad”, he said. “The bridge connects an old Inquisition prison with the Ducal Palace, and that bridge was the last walk the prisoners made, sighing, before they died”, he explained.

“Creepy”, you chuckled a little.

“I know”, he nodded. “But the vaulted of the bridge caused the sighs to be heard and the story says that those were the prisoner’s prayers to be reunited with their beloved once they died. Today, couple go under that bridge because the legends says that if you sigh with your beloved, you will be together for eternity.”

“That’s… actually kind of romantic?” You chuckled. “How do you know that? You’ve never too much of a history nerd.”

“I did some research last night to find some place for us to go”, he shrugged.

You couldn’t help but smile and looked up at him, stopping just when you reached the Grand Canal, although you didn’t even pay attention to it.

“What?” He asked looking down at you.

“For us to go?” You repeated. He smiled and took some hair out of your face.

“One of the reasons I was so excited about this trip is because I would get to spend more time with you. And I’m not planning on doing that guided by our teachers.”

“Peter Parker…”, you said, stopping every single impulse that was telling you to kiss him. “Are you willing to break the rules to visit some old creepy romantic bridge with me?”

“Always Jones”, he said, mirroring your smile.

Your eyes went down to his smile and then back to his eyes just to realise that his eyes were doing the same. You have thought about kissing him so many times, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was too risky and you were afraid of mis-reading the signals. Maybe he just was really affectionate with you.

However, when he rubbed his cheek and leaned down just a bit, like he was testing you, you really thought it was going to happen. Your hands went to his chest, feeling butterflies not only in your stomach but all over your body. You could feel the warmth of his mouth hovering over yours, just inches away. And suddenly it was over.

His phone started buzzing, startling both of you and making you pull away, your faces completely blushed and your hearts racing faster than ever.

“Sorry”, he mumbled taking out his phone.

“Don’t worry”, you said in the same tone and looked away.

You hadn’t even realised that you had reached the Grand Canal. How could have you been so focused on him not to realise that? Even if it was a bit more crowded than the street where you came from, it still was pretty empty. And yet, it was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Shall we go back?” Peter asked and you looked at him. He was still all flustered and nervous, but you couldn’t blame him, You felt the same. “It’s 4.15 and we have to be up in a few hours.”

“Yeah, sure”, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Once again, although a bit hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept it that way all the way back to the hostel. This time, you walked in complete silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how close his lips had been to yours and how much you had wanted that kiss.

“Who called you, by the way?” You asked when you were at the door of the hostel.

“Unknown number”, he shrugged. “I didn’t pick up.”

“Oh”, you nodded and walked inside.

Silently, he walked you to the door of your room where he stood awkwardly, with his hands in his pockets as he waited for you to get the key.

“Here, your hoodie”, you said in a whisper when you had finally opened the door. It was dark inside so MJ had probably fallen asleep.

“Keep it”, he said before you could take it off. “You can give it back tomorrow, don’t worry”, he smiled.

“Thanks”, you smiled back. You loved wearing his clothes. “Thanks for the…walk.”

“You too”, he nodded. “It was great”, he chuckled.

“I hope the next one can be even better?” You said, feeling your cheeks hotter by the second.

“I really hope so”, he nodded with a shy smile. He took a step closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Sleep well”, he said in your ear.

“You too”, you said back before kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

Peter nodded and waited outside until you closed the door and locked it. Only then, he breathed out slowly, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall in front of your door. He couldn’t believe he almost kissed you. He had been waiting so long to do it that he felt like he could kill Nick Fury. Of course he knew it was him who had called him, just like he had been calling for the last few days. But he wasn’t going to let him ruin his trip. He needed this.

***

Just like you knew when you fell asleep, the next morning you were a sleepy mess. You had slept around four hours or even less, so when you went downstairs already dressed to get some breakfast before you left the place to do some tourism you felt like you could fell asleep while walking.

Fortunately, it looks like everybody felt that way. Most eyes were half closed, the conversation was almost non existent and all you could hear were the cups of coffee being left on the wooden table of the dining room the hostel provided.

“How did you sleep?” Peter asked when you took a seat next to him.

“Good I guess”, you sighed pouring some coffee in your mug. “Although it feels like I haven’t slept at all”, you added.

“Same”, he nodded, giving you one of the toasts he had already covered with butter.

“Thanks”, you said.

Ten minutes later, Harrington got up, way too excited, and told you all that it was time to get going. You had a lot to see and no time to waste. You looked at Peter, who looked at you and smiled before kissing your cheek swiftly.

“Let’s go”, he said getting up.

“Can’t I just go back to bed?” You whined when you walked out of the hostel and the sun hit you in the face.

“We’re in Venice, c’mon! Let me see some excitement”, Peter said taking your hand. You fake smiled at him, which made him laugh.

“Hey, Peter! Check this out!” Ned called him.

Peter gave your hand a squeeze before hurrying over to Ned, who was looking at something at the canal. You took out your sunglasses from the small bag you were carrying and put them on.

“I didn’t hear you coming in last night”, MJ said, appearing by your side, as silently as usual.

“I tried not to wake you”, you said. “But it was late”, you added.

“I imagined. Look at your face”, she shrugged.

“Thanks”, you laughed.

You remembered when you first met MJ. She seemed like a weird girl with no many friends. And you had been right. At first, you didn’t want to get too close to her because she didn’t even look like a nice person, but when you got paired up to do a Geography you realised that you two had more in common that what it seemed. It couldn’t be said that you were close, because MJ didn’t get close to people, but you considered her a friend and you had ended up loving her harsh honesty.

A boat big enough for all of you was waiting next to the hostel and, after the teacher exchanged a few words with the driver, you all started to get in. Just like the hostel, it looked like it was going to break into pieces, but it turned out to be more stable than what it seemed.

“Where are we going?” Flash asked with his phone right into his face. You rolled your eyes at that.

“San Marcos”, Harrington said.

With a smile, you turned to look at Peter, who was with Ned at the end of the boat. He was already looking at you and sent you a little wink when your eyes crossed. It wasn’t long before the boat got to the Grand Canal and then it started to go faster, so you had to hold onto the edges so you wouldn’t fall since you were sitting on the edge.

Just like you had imagined, the famous Pizza was crowded with tourists, but you still couldn’t miss the beauty of it all. When you got off the boat and looked around, you were amazed by the white marble that surrounded everything, including the big famous church. Since it was early, you knew the place wasn’t opened to tourists yet, but it was still breath taking.

“Okay guys!” Harrington said, making you take your attention off the façade. “You have an hour to go around as much as you want and then we will go inside the church, alright? Don’t go to far and we will meet at the door in an hour.”

Immediately, everyone started to scatter. You looked around until you spotted Peter who was already walking away with Ned. So you looked for MJ who was taking a photo of the church. When you noticed you next to her, she turned around and took a photo of you, which took you by surprise.

The hour went by way faster than you would have wanted. MJ and you walked around the Piazza taking photos, feeding the pigeons and enjoying some gelato that a very nice man offered you.

“We should go to the church. It’s almost time”, MJ said checking her watch.

“Let’s go then”, you nodded.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” You spotted Peter running towards. It looked like he was coming from the church itself. “I want to show you something”, he said when you two were closed enough.

“We have to be at the church in five minutes, Pete”, you said and looked at MJ who just shrugged.

“C’mon! What if it’s the only time we get to be alone?”

“Besides last night, you mean?” MJ said. Both of you looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “I’m gonna go.”

You chuckled when she walked away towards the church and looked back at Peter, who had such a hopeful look that it was hard to say no.

“I don’t want to get in trouble”, you sighed.

“Please? Mr. Harrington won’t even notice we’re gone”, he said, giving you those damn puppy eyes that always managed to make you do anything.

“Okay, fine”, you finally said, making him smile widely. “But if we get caught, you’re taking the blame.”

“Absolutely”, he nodded before taking your hand and dragging you to where he had come from.

Since you had to walk near the church, you did it walking behind the marble columns that surrounded the whole place. It wasn’t until you had left behind the door of the church that you allowed yourself to slow down and take a breath.

“So where are we going?” You finally asked when Peter leaded you into a small street.

“You’ll see”, he said with a smile not letting go of the hand he was holding.

As it used to happen in Venice, you ended up getting to one of the many rivers that were around the city. Your first thought, was that Peter had got lost, but soon a gondola approached you. You took a step back thinking the man was just going to stop there, but then Peter started talking to the man in English.

“C’mon”, he said after a few moments.

“We… we’re going up?” You asked surprised.

Peter smiled widely and was the first to get into the gondola. Once he had set down his backpack, he turned around again and offered his hand to help you, which you took. The gondolier immediately took his place at the end of the embarkation and started rowing the moment you two were seated.

“I can’t believe this”, you said when Peter placed an arm around your shoulders. “You really arranged this?”

“Ned helped me a little”, he shrugged.

“I’ll thank Ned, then”, you teased. He laughed and pinched your side softly. “Thank you.”

The smile he sent you brought you right back to last night, to the moment you shared just next to the Grand Canal. You felt your cheeks getting warmer when you remembered the shadow of his lips over yours. The fact that you wanted his kiss so bad was even surprising.

“Look”, he said pointing at some point in front of you.

It wasn’t until then that you realised you had been staring at him, taking in every inch of his face like he was a picture you wanted to remember. Blushing even more, you looked in front of you to see a bridge that connected two buildings. It was the strangest bridge you had ever seen. It didn’t start on the ground, its beginning was on a building and the end was on the other one. Just like every other monument you had seen so far, it was also covered in old white marble.

If it wasn’t because of the story Peter had told you last night, you would have never imagined what was so special about it.

“Ponte dei Sospiri?” You asked.

“Exactly”, he nodded looking at the bridge for a moment and then at you. “I want to go under it with you.”

If you sigh with your beloved, you will be together for all eternity.

You looked at him as you remembered what he had told you the previous night. He was looking down at you with that smile he had only for you and those bright eyes in which you could get lost to every time.

“Do I have to sigh?” You said as you got closer to the bridge.

“If you want to be with your beloved…” he said quietly.

Was he asking if you wanted to be with him? Of course you wanted to. But what if he didn’t sigh? What if you were just confusing everything? You looked away from him to find that you were almost underneath the bridge. It was stupid. It was just a sigh, it didn’t have to mean anything… but what if it did?

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting it go in a small sigh just when the gondola was under the bridge. At first, you thought it had been only you, but then you felt Peter sighing against your head and your heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t until the bridge was already behind you that you opened your eyes again. Biting your lip, you looked at Peter, who was looking at you with a smile as well. He had sighed. You had heard it.

“It…”, you tried to say something but what were you supposed to say? “I liked it.”

“Yeah, me too”, he nodded, his eyes travelling down your face to your lips.

You turned your body slightly and placed a hand on his cheek. You would literally go crazy if you didn’t kiss him right there, at that moment. Peter’s free hand went to your waist, to pull you a bit closer, and was willing to kiss you once and for all when there was a strange movement of water underneath the gondola that distracted both of you.

“What was that?” You asked looking around.

“Waves?” Peter said, but you could see he was actually concerned.

“There are no waves in the canal, Peter”, you said and looked back at the gondolier, who was looking around with a frown as well.

“I think we should get down”, Peter finally said and you nodded in agreement, internally screaming for the interruption. What was wrong with the universe?

Peter asked the gondolier to stop the gondola a few feet further, just next the Ponte della Paglia, so you could get down. Just like before, he got off it first and helped you later. He stopped for a while to pay the gondolier before he took your hand and started walking towards San Marcos again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you felt the urgency in his footsteps.

“Nothing”, he quickly said. “I just want to get to the rest.”

Even if you didn’t believe him, you said nothing and followed him. It looked like you weren’t the one who had a bad feeling about what had just happened in the water. Maybe it had been nothing and you were just being paranoid but you hadn’t liked it. When you reached the Piazza again, you spotted your class walking out of the church.

“Just in time I guess”, you said pointing at them.

“Yeah”, he nodded and started walking towards them.

However, you didn’t make it far. You weren’t even halfway there when a loud noise startled you and screams started around you. You turned around and the sigh made you froze in place. A huge wave of water was coming out of Canal, with such strength it destroyed some of the façade around the Piazza.

“What…”, you tried to say.

“Run!” Peter exclaimed. Holding your hand tighter, he started running towards the class, although they were already running in the opposite direction. “Go and hide!” He exclaimed.

“What? Where are you going?” You asked, stopping, when he let go of your hand.

“I’ll catch up! Go!”

“Peter!”

Before you could say anything else, someone grabbed you by your arm and made you run away. It wasn’t until you forced yourself to take your eyes off Peter that you saw it had been Ned the one making you run from Peter.

“Ned we can’t leave him!” You said.

“He’s coming, just run!” He said not letting go of your hand.

With your heart beating faster than ever, you looked back once again, but you were shocked not to see Peter anywhere. It was like he had vanished and you had no other choice but keep on running and trust he was okay.

But what the hell?

***

It had been hours since it all happened.

Luckily, you all had been able to get to the hotel without any injury or any casualty. Everyone except Peter, who you hadn’t seen since he had disappeared in San Marcos. You had tried calling him over a dozen times but his phone was off the whole time. It was driving you crazy not knowing where he was, if he was okay and, specially, why had he left you alone in such a moment to do who knows what.

“I’m sure he’s okay”, MJ, who was sitting on the stairs next to you, said.

“How do you know?” You asked and she shrugged. Really helpful.

“I’m fine, May, I promise”, you looked at the door the moment you heard Peter’s voice.

The moment he walked into the hotel you got up from your spot, but stopped when you saw him completely soaked from head to toe. Except for that tiny detail, he looked completely fine.

“Yeah, okay, okay”, he said and his eyes met yours, a small smile appearing.

But it was the fact that he was perfectly fine that angered you. It wasn’t like you wanted to get hurt, not at all, but the thought of him abandoning you for no reason and then showing up like nothing had happened, made your blood boil.

A couple of minutes later, he hung up the phone and slide it into his back pocket before walking towards you.

“You okay?” He asked, taking your hand in his and looking you up and down.

“Not thanks to you”, you said.

Peter clenched his jaw and looked up at you, since you were still standing on the stairs. It wasn’t the first time he had been forced to run towards the danger since he was Spiderman, but it was the first time someone was angry at him about it. The worst part was the he didn’t think he could blame you. If you knew he was Spiderman, you would probably understand why he had to leave you, but since you didn’t know… it just looked like he had left you.

“Where were you?” You asked.

Peter looked at Ned and then at MJ, both of them shrugged before leaving the room to give you some space.

“I… I got lost in the crowd. It was crazy out there”, he said.

“I noticed. That’s why we all came together to the hostel. You just let go and ran in the opposite direction”, you said. “And you left me alone.”

“You weren’t alone”, he pointed out.

“Are you really going to start with the technicalities?” You asked, pulling your hands away from his and crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, (Y/N)…” he sighed, trying to take your hand again but you wouldn’t give in.

You huffed and turned around to go upstairs, you weren’t even in the mood to talk to him. You were waiting for him to explain himself or at least to apologise, but you got nothing. You just got a couple of stupid excuses that meant nothing and had covered himself with the fact that you weren’t really alone.

But the truth was that he had left you alone and he hadn’t even hesitated. And you didn’t even know why.

***

Peter wanted to follow you the moment you went upstairs, but he knew you well enough to know that it wasn’t a clever move to do. You were angry and needed time to cool off. So he went upstairs as well, but went to his and Ned’s room instead. Once inside, he found his friend sitting on the bed, probably waiting for him to tell him what had happened.

“And now she’s mad at me and I can’t even explain myself”, Peter said when he had finished telling the Elemental story to Ned.

“Maybe you could tell her”, Ned suggested.

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re Spiderman.”

“No”, Peter said immediately. “I can’t do that. I can’t put her in danger like that.”

“I think she’s in more danger not knowing”, Ned said.

“Ned, I can’t tell her”, Peter said getting to take his toothbrush. It was late and he just wanted to go to bed. He was exhausted. “She will probably get even angrier because-“

A thud noise shut him up. He turned around and his eyes opened widely the moment he saw Ned lying on his bed, with a dart stuck on his neck and his eyes closed.

“He will be fine”, a deep voice said from the door.

Peter turned around and his toothbrush felt from his hand.

Nick Fury was at his door.

***

When Peter was allowed to go back to the hostel, it was almost 2 p.m. He felt bad for rejecting the assignment that Nick Fury had tried to give him, but he didn’t feel like being Spideman. He just wanted to enjoy the trip with his friends and spend more time with you. Although, it order to do that, he first needed your forgiveness.  

But how could he do that?

Maybe Ned was right and the only way to actually get you to forgive him was to come completely clean, but how could he tell you such a secret? Would you even be okay with that? He knew you were a big fan of Spiderman, but maybe it all changed if you found out that he was Spiderman. What if you stopped having feelings for him? What if you never had them and you didn’t even care that he was Spiderman?

“Damn it”, he sighed when he walked into the hostel. His head was spinning from everything that had happened that day.

“Now you’re into night lonely walks around the Canal?”

Your voice startled him. He hadn’t noticed you sitting at the breakfast table. You had your phone on your hand and you were looking straight at him.

The only reason you were there is because your mum had been texting you non-stop ever since you arrived back at the hostel. The first thing you had done was calling her to assure her that you were alright, but it didn’t look like it was enough. She was freaking out. So when MJ said she was going to bed, you decided to go back downstairs to call your mum and try to calm her down. Of course, the last thing you expected was for Peter to walk in the hostel just when you hung up the phone.

“Damn, (Y/N)”, he said, a hand to his chest. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to”, you shrugged and looked back at your phone. There was already another text from your mum. You sighed and typed a quick reply.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, taking a few steps towards you but he stopped, not knowing if you wanted him close.

“Like you cared”, was all you said. He frowned when your words felt like a stab into his heart.

“That’s not fair”, he said.

“Oh, it’s not?” You asked looking at him with fire in your eyes. “Then what’s fair, Peter? You disappearing today? You obviously keeping secrets from me? That’s fair?”

“No…” he said, knowing you had a big point.

“Don’t come at me with what’s fair, alright? You have no right”, you said getting up. Maybe it was time to go to sleep.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He said when you walked by his side, towards the stairs. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. It was a mistake. I thought…”

“You thought what? That I wouldn’t care? Why did you do it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter bite his lip, looking at you with worried eyes. There wasn’t much he could say. He could tell you the truth or make up some excuse and lie to you again. But the truth was that there was no valid excuse. He had literally let go of your hand and turned around, it was obvious that he hadn’t got lost, that it hadn’t been an accident.

“I can’t tell you”, he said after a few moments. You scoffed and nodded.

“Goodnight, Peter”, you said.

“No, wait!” He exclaimed when you started to walk towards the stairs again.

He had the feeling that if he let you go, he could risk loosing you and the thought of that was even worse than telling the truth.

“I’ll only stay if you tell me the truth, Peter”, you said.

“The truth is not easy to say”, he said.

“What is it? That you have no feelings for me? And that’s why you left me?” You asked angry, even if the thought of that being true was too painful to handle.

“No, of course not”, he frowned. “It’s the opposite. I had to protect you.”

“To protect me?” You laughed. “Peter, you’re 16, what were you going to do?”

“I’m…” he gulped and looked around. What if someone heard? “Can we go out? I need some air.”

You took a deep breath and nodded before walking out of the hostel. You stopped at the door, but Peter took your hand and walked down the street until you were a bit far from the hostel. He couldn’t risk anyone hearing what he had decided to say.

“Okay…”, he covered his face and then looked up at the sky, thinking of the best way to say this. “This is not easy for me to say, alright? The only people who know about me, found it out on accident.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked frowning, now more confused than angry.

“The reason I left you, all of you, to protect you is because I knew I could protect you somehow”, he tried to explain.

“Peter you did nothing. That random Mysterio guy did”, you said.

“I know”, he nodded. “Okay, remember the Stark Internship?” You nodded, even more confused. “It wasn’t exactly an Internship.”

“Oh, so you lied about that too? What else, Peter?” You asked frowning.

“Listen to me, please”, he sighed. “It’s true that I was somehow allied with Tony but not in the way everyone thinks I was. The truth is…”, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Drop it, Peter”, you sighed. When he opened his eyes, he saw you shaking your head. “It’s obvious that you don’t want to tell me whatever big secret you’re keeping and I won’t force it out of you.”

“But-“

“I thought we trusted each other enough to be completely honest with each other, but obviously you didn’t feel the same way. It actually looks like you’ve been lying for a very long time”, you said. “Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter frowned as you started walking away. He couldn’t let you go, not like that, not ever. His feelings for you were too strong to do it or to ruin everything because of a stupid secret. He had already allowed Spiderman to come in-between so many aspects of his life, but he wasn’t going to let it come between you two.

“Stop!” He exclaimed, following you, but you didn’t stop, which frustrated him even more.

With a sigh, he hurried to grab you by your arm and turn you around, surprised to see tears running down your face. You pulled your arm from his grasp and tried to keep on your way, but he wasn’t going to have it. Once again, he made you turn around but this time, he pulled you closer and placed a hand on the back of your head before pressing his lips against yours.

Everything disappeared from your mind the moment his lips touched yours. Your stomach turned around and your heart started beating faster than ever when he let go of your arm and slipped his hand around your waist. Peter was kissing you and you were kissing him back and it was perfect. Like the two missing pieces of a puzzle that finally came together. You could just het lost in that moment forever and you would be perfectly happy with everything. However, reality soon came back when you forced yourself to pull away.

“Peter…”, you mumbled.

“I love you”, he said out of nowhere, leaving you speechless. “I’ve known it for a while, but I had never been able to say it. And it is because I love you that I can’t let this secret break us apart.”

You wanted to say something, ask what he was talking about, but all coherent phrase had left your mind and all you could was look at him, waiting.

“I’m Spiderman”, he finally said after a few seconds.

The new piece of information took a while to get to your brain and, when it did, you took a tiny step back, looking at the guy you had loved for months now in a whole new light.

“What?” You asked.

“I’m Spiderman”, he repeated. “I’ve been for a while now and the Stark Internship was just…that. I was in Germany with the Avengers when the Cap and Tony fought, I was in space when Thanos snapped his fingers and I… and I tried to save you all today because of who I am.”

“You…” you frowned.

You were going to say that it was impossible, that he couldn’t be Spiderman, but then the pieces started to fall together and it all started to make sense. His sudden disappearances, how it looked like he and Spiderman were always in the same place at the same time, how he had never been with you when you had seen the superhero and how he suddenly had some family in Germany you had never heard about. And why he was so extremely upset about Tony Stark’s dead.

“You’re Spiderman”, you said in awe. “How… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t see me the same way, I guess”, he said with fear in his eyes.

“How could I not?” You asked.

“I don’t know”, he chuckled. “I guess you’re so important to me that I was scared that this thing could ruin everything for us. And it turns out that not telling you was what almost ruined everything.”

“I don’t know what to say”, you chuckled, still a bit confused. “I don’t care that you’re Spiderman. I fell for Peter Parker”, you shrugged. “The fact that he’s also a superhero only makes me love him even more.”

“You love me?” He asked, the hear in his eyes turning into hope.

“Of course I do, you idiot”, you chuckled. “Do you think I have that much interest in the Star Wars saga?”

“Hey! Those are classics!” He frowned, making you laugh this time.

“I love you, Peter”, you said before he could protest anymore. “I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”

“And do you forgive me? For…today and for keeping this from you?” He asked, a bit insecure all over again.

“As long as you promise me that no more lying between us”, you said, taking a step towards him.

Peter’s smile came back to his face slowly, feeling how a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders after so long.

“I promise”, he nodded.

With a smile, you placed your hands on his hips and pressed your lips together once again, this time actually enjoying one of the many kisses that you were planning on sharing with him. His hands cupped your face, kissing you back, relieved and happy that he had come clean, that he could be honest with you and that he had actually managed to get the girl of his dreams after loving her for so long.

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could i get a peter parker imagine where peter has a huge crush on reader but is too scared to do anything so when they are at peter’s house the reader makes the first move and he’s kinda shocked pretty pleaseeee?

i hope you like this one! i love writing peter sm and was really happy to get this request lmao i’m sorry i took so long, i had some stuff going on with my family and everything (not with the virus! we’re doing fine. stay safe everyone!)

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Peter couldn’t help but stare at you from across the classroom, where you spoke with Mr. Harrington about decathlon.

It wasn’t just a stare. No, he was entranced by you. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way you talk, your cute laugh, everything; they had him hooked.

“Dude.” Ned broke Peter from his trance from where he sat next to him. “You’re doing that weird staring thing again. Do you just not realize you do it or…”

“No, I-“ Peter exasperated, “I know when I do it, I just can’t help it. You know what? Maybe I should just tell her that I like her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Ned gave it a thought before saying genuinely, sans filter, “She’s disgusted and tells the whole, so then you’re an outcast that has to drop decathlon ‘cause she’s in it an-”

“Ned!”

“What?” Ned gave a sheepish look. “I’m giving you the worst case scenario here, man. That’s what best friends do.”

“Okay, look,” Peter said pointedly, “Worst case scenario aside, what about best case? I mean, what if she maybe likes me back?” He found himself trying to push back a smile at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be great?”

“Yeah, but, Peter… worst case scenario.”

Peter groaned, ready to give up as his elbows came up to rest on his desk so he could let his face fall into his hands.

Noticing his friend’s distress, Ned tried again, “Look, Peter, you really like Y/N, so I guess try? I was giving you, like worst case, worst case. Chances are, like, practically nothing that she’ll do that. She’s really sweet.”

Peter, face still covered by his palms, groaned, “She is really sweet, huh? What if she pity dates me?”

“She won’t pity date you-”

“Hey guys!”

Peter’s head shot up, almost violently, as well as Ned’s head shooting in your direction, when they heard your voice.

“Y/N!” There you stood, impossibly prettier than you were a second ago, and Peter had no idea what to say.

“Does she get prettier by the second? Is that possible?”

Before Peter could get a word in, he was interrupted by Ned blabbing out nervously, “How long were you standing here?”

“Um.” You shifted on your feet, looking confused. “I just got here? Look, Peter.” Your gaze was directly on him. “I was just wondering if maybe we could get together after school to practice for decathlon? Everyone else is kinda busy and won’t be available for practice this Wednesday, so…”

“I’m not busy,” Ned said nonchalantly, prompting a look from Peter… and you. Thankfully, the boy understood quickly. “I mean, on second thought, my mom has this thing she wants me to help her with, so I’m really busy. Really, really busy.”

“Pete?” You asked once more with a small smile on your face and pleading eyes, “You’d really be helping me out here.”

“Yeah,” Peter found himself agreeing against his better judgment. What if he said something to you on accident? “We can go to my place? After school?”

Your smile widened. “Sounds like a plan.”

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Peter only realized how horrible of a plan it was when the two of you entered the empty apartment, May obviously still at work.

He didn’t know what to say or do. How does he act around you? It’s different when you’re both in school and interact among other people, but alone? Peter didn’t know how to exist around you without feeling like a nervous dummy in love.

“Uh,” Peter stuttered, feeling like the kid from middle school again, before the spider bite, as he walked ahead of you, “We can go to my room? Or! Or we can stay out here. Whatever… whatever you want.”

“Wait.” You grabbed Peter’s arm to stop him from moving away and face you. His eyes were wide and his mouth a tiny bit a gap; he looked so much cuter than he had the right to. You spoke again, quickly yet shyly, “I kinda told myself I was gonna do this today ‘cause I don’t think you’re gonna make a move any time soon with Ned’s advice. So, with that, I was wondering if I could maybe, sorta, kinda, kiss you?”

Peter’s breath hitched, his brain still attempting to process what he’d just heard. “You- You wanna kiss me?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded.

“Ned’s advice?”

You smiled sheepishly. “You guys aren’t as quiet as you think.”

“Oh.” Peter found himself smiling at the nervous girl in front of him; the girl who likes him back.

The realization hit him like a truck.

That’s what prompted his sudden surge forward to connect their lips in a chaste kiss that left you wide eyed in awe.

It wasn’t a perfect kiss at all. It was short, inexperienced, and Peter was kind of off by a little, landing a kiss on only one half of your lips, but it was with you.

“I’d never pity date you, by the way,” You spoke softly, your (Y/E/C) eyes staring into his, unable to pull away, “I’d like to actually date you, date you.”

Peter found himself slowly leaning closer to you, yearning for another kiss, when he told you, “I’d like that too.”

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Breathless Reality

Multi Chapter

Full summary: 21 year old Sydney is just trying to make dreams come true by touring the world, creating music, and making unforgettable memories. But some dreams you can’t make come true, they just happen on their own. Tom Holland falling in love with her was the most unexpected dream come true of all. 

Warnings for full fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of past trauma, and smutt  (please let me know if I miss anything!)  

Chapter summary: A surprise visitor brings some much need perspective for Sydney and Tom.

Chapter 24

“Surprise,” he said, grinning.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here man?” Tom exclaimed, embracing our visitor.

“Well I’d say I’m here to see you but that’s a lie. I’m really here to meet you,” he said, his eyes landing on me, a smile spread across his face.

The next thing I knew Robert Downey Jr was pulling me into his arms for a hug saying, “Come here sweetheart.”

Even in my shocked sate I saw Tom grinning at me.

Robert pulled back but held me by my shoulders so that he could look at me.

“Wow he didn’t do you any justice, you are beautiful,” he smiled, “Though that’s not the only reason I’m mad at you,” he said over his shoulder at Tom, “I’m also mad because it took this long for us to meet and you still hadn’t arranged it.”

Tom rolled his eyes but didn’t get a chance to speak.

“But now that I’m here I get to focus on you,” he smiled at me.

I started to open my mouth but nothing came out. I blinked and all it took was a laugh from him to break the spell.

“I really did surprise you guys didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Just a little,” I smiled.

“Mission accomplished,” he said simply.

There was a short time of introducing Ali and of Harrison saying hello before they left.

“So what do you say?” Robert asked, “Take you two to dinner?”

Tom smiled at me and I knew that if I so much hinted at wanting to stay to finish our conversation he would.

“That sounds great thank you,” I said happily.

“Great!” he smiled at me.

“I’ll just get myself ready,” I said letting Tom kiss my cheek before heading back to our room. I tried to breathe and relax as I changed and fixed my hair and makeup. I tried not to listen but I could hear them talking. I shook my head and attempted to get ready.

“So you going to tell me what’s going on?” Robert asked.

“What do you mean?” Tom asked.

“Don’t bull shit me,” Robert said, “I know you and I know this thing is eating at you.”

There was a pause.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Tom sighed, “It’s driving me crazy but I don’t want to upset her.”

“And she doesn’t want to upset you,” Robert said knowingly, “What it comes down to is that you guys have to compromise. You want different things but you want the other to be happy. You’re never going to figure this out until you sit down and talk about it.”

“Yeah I know, you’re right,” Tom said, sounding deflated.

“You love her right?” Robert asked.

“Of course.”

“Then do something. You can’t just let this eat away at you while you guys bicker about it,” Robert said.

They both looked up when I walked back into the room.

“Ready?” Robert asked, smiling and offering me his hand.

“Ready.”

Author’s note: I’m very sorry it has taken me so long to post! Please forgive me!

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Hello, recently listen to Dune audiobooks and well tell the girls I'm more active here cause I have problems with DA and it's so quiet there and here's so fun well as long as you have Tumblr blogs too. Also I'm changed my username since I'm in love with Jake Gyllenhaal's version of Quentin Beck/Mysterio, also I'll write the fan fiction and more based on Spiderman Far from home and No way home movies.

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Back to you (Chapter VI)

Summary:  Y/N Stark and Peter Parker are unconditionally and irrevocably in love with each other, being friends for years was just the step before making it official. BUT, just the weekend they did, Thanos and the snap happened, leaving Y/N broken: without friends, avengers family or Peter Parker. So, she has to move on, at least that’s what everyone’s telling her and she really tries to do it and who better to help her than Harry Osborn. But, has she really let Peter go? What if Tony Stark -genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist- knows how to bring Peter back? And what happens when he does? Is Y/N going to avenge again? Who’s going to lead the avengers now? Who is she going to choose? Harry or Peter? and who the hell is mysterio? *He doesn’t even go here

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author’s note: May was a really hard month for me and with everything that’s happening in the world, I didn’t even know if I should be writing? It seemed so pointless. But here we are anyway, it helps my mental health and that’s why I was so late with this chapter. I was going to make it longer but I think we covered our foundation here. Anyway, please if you are in USA be careful with everything that’s happening and I’ve been seeing some resources on instagram. I’ll try to post more here or on insta

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“A pleasure to see you, Stark” Nick Fury stated as you shook his hand with a stone face. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Nick Fury, Tony, and Steve trusted him and in consequence, you did as well -at least the majority of the time-. He was the one that had brought them together but also with the fall of SHIELD, it wasn’t like before. Either way, you knew he was going to be part of this and you complied because you needed all the support that you could find to get the avengers together again. 

“So, what’s this about?”, you asked as you turned back to see an old Steve sitting down in the conference room already. 

It had been two weeks since the funeral and the world was going back to normal again, clearly as best as anyone possibly could. For you, it had been a busy couple of weeks with your non-profit and trying to figure out how to decipher Tony’s USB. The days you spent at the office were chaotic while the nights you spend them at your lab restlessly trying to find what Tony had left for you. 

No one knew about the USB, it simply remained between Strange, you, and H.A.P.P.Y while you tested every possible combination to unlock it but your efforts have been in vain. Regarding your non-profit, relocating the children to their parents had been a rather a bitch of a process. The protocol that your volunteers had designed, which was overall great and easier, had been hijacked by the government that decided to intervene and just add more paperwork and more time; which annoyed you because kids wanted to be with their parents and this was just another way of keeping them apart. 

Thankfully, Pepper and Harry had been helping you deal with everything and tried to see a foreseeable future for the non-profit and their facilities on the east and west coast. The facilities were still useful for kids that were in foster care of the kids who had lost their parents regardless of the snap, therefore, Pepper had managed to snatch a meeting with the president to discuss a possible alliance to keep the facilities working with their help. 

Truth was that you felt better if the government gave you a hand, it had been a full-time work for you and now it didn’t seem possible to handle it all since you wanted to go to University. Stark Industries would permanently have a percentage; after the sale, it would be smaller than the one the government had but the non-profit would keep working and that was your main goal. 

It was the only reason you had to agree to meet with Fury at the moment because you knew that now you would have the time and it wasn’t difficult to foresee what he wanted from you. 

“You need to be the new head of the Avengers, Y/N”, Steve finally said with a stern look. 

It was hard to see Steve as an old man when you had spent the majority of your life seeing him as this strong, young superhero that could have the mannerisms of a really old person. It was fun to make jokes about it and everyone did it, sure, you had picture Steve just like this for a Halloween someday but now it was too real. In all honesty, you didn’t want to judge his decision but somehow it pained you that he hadn’t chosen to stay with you and help you in this transition. Yes, he was there but not like before and it felt like you had been left alone by the other most important person in your life. 

“What about Sam or Bucky?”, you asked. “They are older”

“They became fugitives after SHIELD crashed down”, Fury explained. “We need you”

You knew it. You knew that neither Bucky or Sam were approved by the government and it annoyed you to the core because Sam was the best option along with you but now it wasn’t possible thanks to a couple of white old men in suits that didn’t know how was it out there.

“I saw this coming”, you sighed as your eyes connected with Steve’s. “Isn’t it too soon?”

“The world is going to look up to you since your father saved the universe”, Fury answer, and you turned around to watch him walk silently. “It’s up to you to keep the Avengers alive”

You remained quiet for a few seconds. The guilt and the burden swinging over your head as the words of Fury stuck in your head while you watched him. 

It was up to you and although you had tried to escape it and have a little peace of mind the last few weeks it was an irreversible fact that you were in charge now, whether you liked it or not. Pepper had let you go back with her to the cabin and she had tried not to push it, but the talk was brought up either way.  

…

“You do know you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to”, Pepper said as she brought you your cup of tea while you sat in front of the fireplace. 

“Thank you”, you answer softly as you took the cup in your hands, warming them. “The way I see it, I don’t have many options now that Steve made his choice”

She sipped on her coffee as she watched you carefully. Her eyes gleaming with fear, you knew she didn’t want this for you and neither did Tony, that’s why they try to avoid it as much as they could but now you were at this crossroad. It was even harder now to accept this new burden considering how your father’s story had turned out. 

“I mean it, y/n”, Pepper insisted, her voice stern making you turned around completely to face her. “You don’t have to do this. Tony and I once hope that you would be the CEO of Stark Industries, that you could leave that life behind.”

“Pepper…”

“Y/N, I don’t know if you realize this but you are not Tony,” Pepper said, as she placed a hand over yours. “Your father, because of who he was didn’t have a choice, but you do.” 

You shook your head. 

“But I am like him”, you said quietly as you took Pepper’s hand into yours. “I can’t brush off his legacy and you know how much I wanted this since I was a kid”

“You also wanted to run Stark Industries like me”, Pepper said as she raised her brows. “But avenging, it can’t be your whole life”

“And I still want to”, you assured her. “I know it can’t and I don’t want to live as Nat or Steve did, I just don’t want to let dad down. I feel like everyone knows it’s on me”

Pepper remained quiet for a few moments and she sighed, she squeezed your hand as her gaze went to the fireplace in front of you. 

“You are not letting him down Y/N, you could never do that and I know what you mean because Tony felt somehow the same and that’s why he fought so hard”, Pepper replied quietly, she sucked in a breath as she turned around to watch you again and gave you a soft smile. “I’ll try to be okay with any decision you make, but I want you to still go to university as you had planned before, your life can’t be on hold anymore”

“You know I want to go; you don’t have to ask me that. I started sending my applications after what happened”, you said as you took a sip of your tea. “Thank you for understanding”

“I dealt with your dad for a long time, I know better”, Pepper said with a chuckled while you giggled. 

“You really think I can be like him?”, you asked. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to be like him. You have to find yourself and whatever makes you feel okay”, Pepper replied honestly. “If you believe you have to do this, you can do it kid”

“Thank you, mom” 

You knew you wanted this; you knew you had to do this because you wanted to make Tony proud. He had believed in you, Nat too, and know it was your chance to prove everyone that you were succeeding and that Tony’s legacy was still alive. 

… 

But now sitting in that conference room with Steve and Fury, you couldn’t help feeling as if you were suffocating while they watched you carefully waiting for an answer. Maybe the feeling would go away, you were just starting but what worried you is that the feeling didn’t stop. 

“Mrs. Stark?”, Fury’s voice woke you up from your thoughts and you blinked trying to get back into the conversation. 

“Sorry”, you muttered as you cleared your throat. “I get that we need the Avengers alive but we are only five. It’s less than what you guys,” you signaled Steve, “had when you started it.”

Nick Fury looked at you with a smile as he took out from his trench coat a couple of folders and threw them on the table, his only eye gleaming with satisfaction, as if he was proud, he already knew everything as if he hadn’t snapped and was still aware of everything that was happening. 

“We have some ideas for recruits”, he said smugly. 

You rolled your eyes and took a hold of some of the folders, your eyes followed the letters and the pictures on it and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver of fear as you read the profiles of this people. It was becoming too real and although you were great at making things work you couldn’t help but feel responsible for them.  

But at the end of the day, they were exactly who you needed to make it work. 

You nodded your head and turned around to watch Steve. “Do you agree with all of them?”, you asked as you raised the folder with your hand. 

Steve remained quiet for a few seconds. “I think they have what it takes”

“Then we need to call them in”, you stated as you stood up, your heart thumping on your chest. 

It probably wasn’t a good idea for you, to have Peter at the meeting. But he had become an official Avenger when both of you decided to go to Titan with your dad and he was the most beloved hero of New York City -apart from you-, it was obvious that you needed his help to do this. 

But clearly, he wasn’t thrilled. 

You were walking through the hallways of Stark Tower; you had just finished a meeting with the volunteers of the facilities to thank them all for their help during this time and now you were late to the Avengers meeting. Honestly, the anxiety of the meeting hadn’t slowed down, the ache in your stomach got worse as time passed and you felt like your mind was somewhere else as you checked over and over again the points of the meeting. 

It wasn’t any news that when you were distracted enough you became a klutz. So, as you ran through the hallways of Stark Tower to get into the meeting in time, you unexpectedly collided with the brown-hair boy with chocolate eyes with specks of honey that made your heart stop. 

It wasn’t at all the meet-cute that it could’ve been. 

Peter, obviously with his super-strength didn’t even flinch as you fell forward on the floor as people gasped as they saw you there. It was as if you had wanted to run over him but he was a wall, so as you hit his back you were the one flying over. Papers everywhere, the screen of your iPhone probably cracked, a sharp pain on your shoulder and the ankle that Thanos had injured was throbbing a bit. 

“I-I’m sorry”, Peter managed to let out as he helped to collect the files that you were carrying along with your phone while you sat down on the floor wincing. 

“Don’t worry, I was the klutz”, you replied and it seemed that Peter froze as soon as he heard your voice. 

Maybe he hadn’t even noticed that it was you but the face when he realized it was you, it wasn’t pretty. 

Not even because of his hostile expression but he didn’t look well. He had bags under his eyes, the shadows made his usually big eyes become smaller, his brown curls weren’t styled as he liked but they were over the place and he seemed pale. It was as if he hadn’t sleep in…

“When was the last time you slept more than two hours?”, the question came out of nowhere and you wanted to hit yourself in the face because it wasn’t even appropriate. 

But you knew him, you knew how he sucked in everything around him. Peter’s sense had dialed to eleven since he was bitten by the radioactive spider and along with his anxiety thanks to the sense of responsibility he had after becoming Spider-man. You used to think that you overthink a lot of things but when you met Peter, you realized that it wasn’t half as bad. Sleeping together, your voice, your hands on his curls, your laugh, and holding your hand were things that helped him blow the anxiety away. Nonetheless, he couldn't do it anymore. 

Peter stayed quiet, examining you. You looked like heaven to him: rosy cheeks, your hair a bit messy but now more styled, the black turtle neck you were using looked elegant but casual by wearing your force 1 with them, he could tell that you were tired but the shadows under your eyes didn’t overshadow your y/e/c eyes, and those lips, you had just placed some Chapstick over them and he could tell. Peter decided right then and there that growing older suited you, you looked so good and he just wanted to kiss you right there and then. He wanted you to hold him and tell you that he hadn’t slept since you fought, he wanted to tell you that he missed you and that you two were meant for each other. 

But as much as he wanted to kiss you and tell you that he loved you, he didn’t do it, the angered and sadness clawing their way into his heart. 

The last few weeks had been confusing and tiring. He had returned to Midtown to all of your friends asking about you and while he didn’t say anything about Harry, he had to break down to them that you weren’t together and that you weren’t returning to Midtown either. 

…

“Do you mean she’s abandoning us!?”, Flash exclaimed dramatically as they all sat down in the lunch table while Peter only rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know what she’s doing but she’s going to be 21 in a couple of months”, Peter explained. “She’s not coming back to school”

“Well, we are leaving in a few months to college”, Betty intervened. “We just have to take the final exams again but this fall we are going with Y/N to college” 

“These are the most important ones!” Ned cried. “Where the memories are made!”

He was barely holding it together and Betty was just playing with his hair, in an attempt to calm him down while MJ remained quiet, as if she was trying to process what was going on. Peter had wished that you were the one who told them but he understood that they had questions and that you wanted to keep to yourself. It was usually the thing you did when you were feeling down, still, he couldn’t help to hate it at the moment. 

But as always, MJ came out with the logical response and wisest answer. 

“She’s not abandoning us Flash,” she snarled as she gave him a side glanced and then looked back at Peter. “She has grown and she just lost her dad. We don’t know what was like to live without us, so let’s just give her time and she’ll come back to us”

Peter rolled his eyes, not in an obvious way but enough for MJ to notice and see red. 

“And get over yourself Parker, yes, she broke up with you but we don’t know what her life has been like for two years!”, MJ grumbled. “You know how much we can change in even six months?”

“MJ it’s not about me and y/n as a couple but-”

“-as best friends”, Peter and Flash said at the same time. 

Flash looked back and forth between MJ and Peter while they looked at him bugged eyed. 

“Shut up, Flash. You just literally became part of the group”, MJ grumbled and she stood up from the table as she faced Peter. “Stop being butthurt with Y/N and give her time”, she said walking away. 

All of them remained quiet for a second.

“Are we going to do what MJ said?”, Flash asked quietly. 

“When do we ever do something that MJ doesn’t say”, Ned replied as he placed his hand on Betty’s shoulder. 

“What if it’s too much time?”, Flash asked once again. 

“We just have to wait, Flash, don’t worry”, Betty replied.

But Peter remained quiet as he looked away, zoning out. It was actually something Peter saw coming, he knew that MJ and you had become close before the snap, and MJ was a fierce and loyal friend while you were as well. It didn’t surprise him her reaction and he also knew she was right, but he couldn’t help but feel still angry over what had happened with you and at that point he didn’t know if he was even mad at you but at the fact that he snapped away and you didn’t. 

…

It had been a few weeks after MJ snapped at Peter, he thought maybe his anger would die down but as his eyes focused on you, it still hurt so much. At the moment, Peter could’ve said a lot of things but why? Did he wonder if you really cared about him? What were you possibly going to say that would make him feel better? Would telling you off make him feel better? Of course not, he would feel awful if he said anything bad to you. Therefore he didn’t answer. 

“Peter, please”, you pleaded as he helped you stood up by grabbing your hand. 

But he didn’t budge, he didn’t open his mouth. He simply walked past you towards the conference room and you turned around, with a bleak expression, seeing him walking away.

It hurt. 

You had heard that some people preferred someone yelling at them and telling them off rather than to have someone not saying absolutely anything. Honestly, you didn’t understand and it was maybe because Tony had always said what was bothering him, he never stayed silent and neither did Pepper, so you didn’t understand until now how hurtful it could be. You winced at the realization you had done it to others, it was your preferred mechanism to disappear and stay with yourself, it was easier for you since you liked being alone but now you realized it was even worst. 

Your phone buzzing took your eyes away from Peter before he made a right to make it to the conference room. 

“What now?”

The screen turned on, with a small crack over it, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the MIT email on it. 

We are pleased to inform you that you had been admitted to MIT undergrad programs of electrical engineering, physics, and business …

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you watched the screen. It was something that Tony had always wanted, he had a pull-on MIT and had wished that you were going to his alma mater, along with Peter. It was a bittersweet moment for you, one day you had picture yourself there with Peter and Tony picking you up on the weekends to New York to spend time with Pepper, training with Nat and Steve, visiting your friends. 

But everything had been erased and now you were here, being head of the avengers and already definitely late for your meeting. 

The race to the hallways was rather quickly and in no time you were in front of the conference room but before you opened the door you took a deep breath. 

The ache in your stomach didn’t budge one bit, your feet couldn’t stop tapping on the ground as you bit your inner cheek.  This was your first move as head of the Avengers and you needed to play the part;  Fake it till you make it, you thought to yourself as you fixed your hair as best as you could and straightened your outfit; taking a deep breath, you walked in. 

It seemed like one of those dreams when you watch yourself, from another place, like a scene of a movie. At least that was how you felt as you tried to catch in on all the people who turned around as soon as you walked in with determination and the poker face that Tony had once taught you, but it felt like you were gasping for air as you saw from the corner of your eye Fury glaring at you. 

“You are late”, Fury stated. 

“I’m running a multimillion-dollar non-profit and was in a meeting with a correspondent of the White House, and I’m going to run this show,” you stated as you walked next to him, in front of everyone present. “So no, I’m not late”

It was a bold move and you prayed internally that it worked as you had a stare-down with Nick Fury, which you couldn’t even picture in your wildest dreams, and although you knew it was a lie about the White House, it was a way to assert your leadership. 

“Let’s begin,” you said by dropping the folders on the table and turning around to face everyone.

If Ned could be right there and then, you knew he would’ve passed out. 

Peter was sitting at your right, a bit slouched but he was in, next to him Wanda was sitting down as she winked at you, Lila Barton was sat down next to her with Clint by her side. On the other side of the table, there was Steve, Bucky, and Sam -or how your dad liked to call them The Army Bros, Steve and his kids, Ménage a Trois, among others-, then Harley was next to them smirking at you, Cassie Lang was also with Scott who seemed a bit in awe with the view in front of him. 

It was exciting seeing them together in one room, you could see a team forming here; you just hoped that it didn’t have to happen with an alien invasion followed by a significant battle in New York. 

“You have been called here because The Avengers are not done”, Steve said sternly as he looked at all of them. He might have been over 100 years but the force on his voice and the sense of leadership in his eyes didn’t go away for a second. “We still need to have a future.” Steve gazed at you as he finished and you sucked in a breath. 

It was your cue. 

“There was an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, they did become something more and fought the battles that we couldn’t win”, you explained seriously, watching how Nick Fury turned around to see how you cited each one of the words he had said to your father. They had stuck with you all these years and you didn’t see why you shouldn’t bring them up now. “We need to be the next generation of that group, maintain the legacy, we have a responsibility with the world”.

Your eyes connected with everyone’s in the room, except for Peter who immediately looked away. 

“That’s the reason that we call you in”, Fury intervened as he walked towards you and Steve. “You have the abilities to save the world”. Everyone stayed silent as they watched him. “Y/N Stark or Iron hea-”, Fury began by dropping the first folder that contained your profile. 

“-don’t even say it, it’s just Stark”, you interrupted as you raised your hand for him to stop, Fury simple rolled his eye with a still stone-cold face drawn. 

“Spider-man”, he said looking at Peter, folder dropped. 

“Scarlett Witch”, Wanda sucked in a breath as the folder dropped in front of her. 

“Winter Soldier or White Wolf should I say?”, Fury asked. 

Bucky remained quiet as he gazed at the folder that Fury had thrown on him, clearly bigger than any of the others. He just sighed and nodded. 

“Falcon, the new Captain America”, Fury said and Sam smirked as he placed a hand over Steve’s shoulder while Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Iron lad”, Fury said gazing at Harvey who seemed like he wanted to pass out as he quickly took a hold of the folder and began reading it full speed. 

“Statue”, he said looking at Cass while Scott looked at him with panic. It was clear that he didn’t want Cassie there but by the way, Cassie was excitedly looking at the folder and what was written about her, it wasn’t his choice to make. 

“Finally, Kate Bishop”, Fury finished as he nodded at Clint who was sternly looking at you.  

Cassie quickly turned around to look at her, bug-eyed. “Thought that you were Lila Barton?”, she said confused. 

Before Clint or Lila could even respond, you interrupted them. 

“It’s Lila’s secret identity”, you explained with a smile. “No one can know she’s related to Clint. It can risk their cover and we don’t want anything happening to them”. 

“Thanks, Y/N”, Clint said with a tight smile. 

It was clear that you would’ve to talk with Clint and Scott soon and calm them down, they reminded you of your dad and well, Lila and Cassie reminded you of you at that age and how much you wanted to follow your father’s steps into becoming an actual hero. They wanted to be in it so badly that they went behind their parents back to make it happened and it was the same as you began to build your suit without Tony knowing it. 

Lila had talked with Fury at the funeral, she had sneak from Clint and Laura while Fury was having a word with Carol. She had explained to him that she was good with the bow and arrow, maybe even better than her dad; and most importantly, she had realized that she wanted to do something good if she knew how to do it. On the other part, Cassie had been begging Scott, Janet, Hope, and Hank to let her into the team, Cassie was smarter than Scott and in the few years that had passed, she was sure that she wanted to follow her dad’s steps after actually losing him. Although Hope and Scott didn’t agree on it, Hank and Janet had a soft spot for Cassie and had given her a suit, after a few trials they had realized she was really good. It didn’t take long for Fury to hear the word and contact them. It wasn’t a pretty discussion with Hank or Hope, but Janet and Scott more or less got where Cassie was coming from, finally convincing them it was a good option. 

Lila was fifteen while Cassie was fourteen, approximately a year younger before your first mission; it seemed like it was time to train them although a part of you wanted them to stay training for a little longer. 

“What about the other ones?”, Peter asked as he looked at Steve, drawing you back to the conversation. “T’Challa? Or Captain Marvel? Where’s Thor?”

You winced at his remark, it stung that he was unsure about this new plan and this new era. Did he wanted to be there? Steve had been the one calling him and knowing how much Peter respected Steve, you were sure he was going to say yes. But now that you were actually listening to him, at the dead tone he had, at the way he was avoiding you or even zoning out, you didn’t know if it was the best idea to have him on the team. 

But Peter wasn’t doubting you. He didn’t doubt you for a second, in his heart he knew that you were going to be a great leader, but as he gazed at you, it became too much. 

“They’ll come when they are needed but we need a response team, the foundations,” Steve said as he signaled the room. “You are that team” 

Peter nodded in response. Truth was that Peter felt proud that he had been called, he remembered like it was yesterday when Tony had officially made him an avenger. How you had jumped into his arms and planted a kiss on his lips as if you didn’t care that you were going to a new planet and facing the scariest villain that you had met, all that it mattered was how official this was. But that was it, it came back to the fact that he wanted to stand up with you and hold your hand and be your support but he couldn’t do it. 

“Anyway, newbies you are not official members yet”, you stated as you signaled to Cassie, Harley, and Lila. “But we need to start training you and we will begin next week”

“How much training?”, Harley asked concerned since you knew he was about to finish college this semester. 

“Don’t worry, we will start on the weekends. You’ll be flown here from Boston and San Francisco by one of our quinjets”, you explained. “Lila, you’ll come every two weeks since you train with Clint almost every day and there’s no better teacher for your specialty”

Lila nodded excitedly as she gazed back at Clint, who simply smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“We are going to train in the tower again?”, Peter asked as he looked at you, he was really looking at you, you gaped for a bit by the way his eyes were looking at you. 

“Ye-Yes… I-uhm- until the compound it’s -uhm- I already ordered to rebuild it”, you stumbled through your words as you tried to maintain the first eye-contact that Peter had given you. “It’s on my name now”

Peter nodded quietly and you smiled as a response but it didn’t last long as he quickly gazed back at Fury as he began to explain the regime that you were going to follow and how the group trainings were going to go, especially since Sam and Bucky had a special mission in Europe for the next month or two. Harley along with Cassie were the ones doing the most questions and most of the talking regarding the new initiative, Lila asked a few questions but it seemed like she was more familiar with the spy language that you were using. Wanda, Sam, and Bucky took on the role of mentors as they sometimes intervened and explained how things worked, along with you and Steve. Peter talked a few times as well, but he stayed quiet for most of the meeting, he knew the protocols and the plans so he didn’t have many questions. He was zoning out as he looked at you when you weren’t looking, god, he was trying to avoid it because it created a lump on his throat the more, he looked at you and knew that nothing was going to happen between you two again. 

So, when you lifted the meeting, he stood up as fast as he could and walked out of the room. 

“So, what’s up with him?”, Wanda asked as everyone began walking out of the room and you stayed alone picking up the papers and giving a nod to Fury as he told you that he was going to be in contact. 

Wanda was a big part of your life. She became like a sister after Ultron and although she was a couple of years older than you, it was a matter of time before you became best friends. The nights that you stayed at the compound and that Peter spent with Aunt May, became official girls’ nights between you two and sometimes Natasha (although she wasn’t a fan). You knew she was the first person that realized you had feelings for Peter and it was the first person you told about your first kiss after Scorpion attacked you. She also told you about Vision and you were there as she slowly let her guard down with him, at the end falling head over heels for him. 

Their relationship was sweet and authentic, neither of them was trying to be someone that they weren’t and they accepted each other with everything they came with. When you lost both of them to the snap, it somehow made you feel okay? That they weren’t living without the other because they seemed so meant to be together, Vision adored her. Nonetheless, when Wanda came back and Vision didn’t, you knew it was going to take a toll on her. Wanda had been staying in the tower since all of you came back, she hadn’t left her room and she hadn’t been herself as she tried to deal with the grief of losing Vision, Bucky had been overprotective of her the last few days of her and Bruce checked up on her every day, you also visited her as much as you could and you had heard that Peter had swing by a couple of times as well. This was the first day that you had seen her out of her room and you were beyond happy about seeing her like this. 

“I thought that he had told you when he came to visit”, you said as you turned around and wrap your arms around Wanda who hugged you back. 

Wanda and Peter were good friends, she saw him as a little brother and she messed around with him when she had the opportunity. They used to try to sneak up on him with Vision sometimes, but Peter’s spidey sense was too strong for them to win; at the end, Wanda resorted into levitating a few things when Peter wasn’t looking and it would annoy him before he would shot his web to the object that would be flying over his head with a red halo or in another place of the room. 

“He didn’t do much talking actually, he just listened”, Wanda explained as she let go of you. “So, what happened?”

In all honesty, you were somehow dreading this part of telling Wanda about Harry, you remember how happy she was when you told her about Peter and was all over your team even after older avengers were kind of apprehensive about it. 

You sighed as you leaned on the table. “You know Oscorp Industries?” 

“I don’t like where this is going”, Wanda bit her lip, wincing as she watched you carefully and you nodded in response. 

The memory of Peter’s eyes gleaming with tears as they fell from his cheeks while you spat out that you were with someone new hunted you. Your heart sank more and more was you thought about it, it was one of the worst things you had to do. 

“It’s not that I forgot about Peter, but I was just so lost and everyone was telling me to move on”, you shrugged as Wanda sat on one of the chairs next to you. 

It was true, you never forgot about the boy with chocolate eyes. It just happened that when you were getting better, Harry appeared in your life and just made it easier. It was easy and calming to be with him, he was everything you would want on a boyfriend. 

“I know the feeling”, Wanda mumbled and you felt guilty that you were talking about your love life when Wanda’s significant other had passed away. “So, what’s he like?”

You huffed as you tried to find words to describe Harry. “He’s gorgeous to look at, he is kind and humble. I just like to be around him”. 

Wanda eyed you suspiciously for a few moments and it scared you because you knew how good she was at reading you and knowing your feelings. It scared you that she might tell you that you were making the wrong decision. 

“But he’s no Peter”, Wanda stated as she looked at you intently. 

No, there was no way that Harry would compare to Peter. And it was unfair to do it because they were too different, the only thing linking them together was that they cared about you. 

“No”, you answered honestly as you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to find the right words to fight Wanda’s gaze. “He isn’t but I do care about him, a lot. You can’t understand how much he has help-.”

“-do you love him?”, Wanda interrupted and you became stiff as she mentioned love. 

It wasn’t that the fact that neither Harry or you had said it, he knew how delicate that was for you and the fact that you had only told Peter that you loved him had maybe restrained Harry to actually mumbled it out. But on your part, you knew how your heart felt warm when you saw him and how you automatically smiled, he made you laugh and made you feel okay; still, you hadn’t said it. 

“I think I do”, you answered honestly. 

Wanda rolled her eyes as she stood from the chair and splayed her hands on the table, a straight-face as she eyed you again, as if she was in an interrogatory, “It’s a yes or no answer Y/N”. 

And you felt the pressure like she had meant you to feel it. “Wanda, stop”, you felt your cheeks growing warmer and even maybe a headache as you looked right back at her, but you knew better than to avoid her questions and you finally answered, “I can’t give you one”. 

Wanda finally looked away as she passed a hand through her hair. “So, what are your feelings for Peter then?” Wanda sighed. 

“I love him”, you stated without any doubt on your voice, making her shoot a look at you of confusion. 

What’s it weird to say that you love your ex-boyfriend but doubt that you loved your current one? Maybe, you thought as you hopped off the table. 

“If you are so sure then why don’t you go back to him?”, Wanda asked, annoyance lingering onto her voice. 

You smirked as you watched her because it was too obvious who she was going to choose, “Oh, I see you are Team Peter on this”

She gave you a light smile back. “You know I love Peter but Y/N…”, her lips pressed for a second as she tried to fix her words, “I remember when you told me about Peter for the first time and there was something inside you that you couldn’t control”, she said as she walked closer to you, “It was as if this bright feeling was filling you, everything inside you shined.” 

And you remembered it, you remembered how you felt golden when you were with Peter. How your heart fluttered on your chest as his lips pressed against your body and then against your lips. How his hands would always seek your body and how on the nights you would spend together, you would fall asleep to the beating of his heart. 

“I’m not disputing that,” you stated curtly, as you recollected all the folders with a little more speed than you would. “but I have Harry too and he helped me during the time I lost everything and we just get along so well. It would be unfair for me to simply toss him after Peter came back”

Wanda’s gaze was burning your back and you could tell she was swallowing somethings just to get off your back because she noticed you were getting riled up. 

“I understand,” she finally said as you sighed and looked back at her. “But if you want this team to work, Peter and you have to keep being the best friends that you have always been”

At that very moment, Peter was thinking about the same thing. 

Was it even worth trying to work for this new team out if you weren’t on talking terms? No, it wasn’t. You were his partner and he was yours, even if years had passed for you and you were with someone new, nothing could change the fact that together you guys worked. Together you worked better than anyone in the team, Peter even believed that you guys were more connected than Nat and Steve at some point before the snap. It was the actual true, Peter knew your every move and you knew him; most importantly, you would do whatever was needed to keep the other one safe. 

But how?

“How what?”, a voice snapped Peter out of his thoughts realizing he had said it out loud. His eyes followed the husky voice, recognizing that the elevator at Stark’s tower had been emptied while he had been thinking about you. 

His eyes found this boy, should he even say boy? No, he was a man. Peter was sure that he could be confused with a model, his almond eyes were green-ish or grey-ish, he couldn’t tell and were accompanied by a sharp jaw with well-groomed facial hair. He passed a hand through his dark hair and Peter realized how tall he was. 

“I…”, Peter mumbled as he rose a brow. “It’s nothing, uhm- which floor are we?” 

The guy simply nodded and smiled simply at Peter. “We are arriving at the penthouse, right now.”

Before the doors opened, F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice could be heard in all the elevator. 

“Hello, Harry”, the AI said smoothly. “And welcome back Peter, Mrs. Potts wanted to see you”

Peter blinked in surprise; he felt his body stiffened as he heard the name. It wasn’t that Peter had been stalking you or trying to find who you were dating. Just casually some days prior, Peter had recruited Ned to find out and without a doubt, Ned worked faster than the FBI. 

…

“There are no photos?” Peter mewled as he walked through the walls of his room while Ned was furiously typing on his computer.

Peter wasn’t per se proud of how fixated he was on it, but he just wanted to know who had been the guy that you had actually opened your heart to that wasn’t him. You weren’t too much into relationships since he met you, you were focused on avenging and school; relationships other than your close friendships, and later, Peter’s were the things occupying your mind. 

You had gone out on a couple of dates with both boys and girls before Peter, but nothing more than a friendly chat or maybe a kiss happened between you and them. Peter tried not to be jealous but the relentless flirting did annoy him, and sometimes he let shades of it through. 

You noticed it, so when the girls would come by to talk to you at lunch and play with your hair while Peter watched, you tried to be as nonchalant as you could. With boys, you simply and politely most of the time (if they weren’t being an asshole) asked them to get lost or refused their advances. And always after the fact, Peter would be in an unusually high good mood. 

So, now with Harry, he was clearly on a mission. 

“No man, apparently his father wanted him out of the spotlight,” Ned replied as he rubbed his tired eyes. “Not that this Norman Osborn appears on many things. Remember that I had to do a presentation about him? There was barely any information”

Peter huffed. “Well, then what did you found?”

Ned glared at him as he began typing again, his fingers moving faster than Peter’s eyes. “Well, he is a billionaire and a philanthropist, he had projects in Latin America and Africa on bioengineer which he’s pretty good at”

Peter rolled his eyes, he knew how much you cared about doing your part in the world, you understood your privileges and tried to do something good about it. You didn’t like to be a girl with daddy’s credit card, there was nothing more annoying to you than when people assumed you were vapid and frivolous because of who your father was. 

“Perfect, what else do we know about Mr. perfect?”, Peter snarled as he began descending from the walls and sat next to Ned. 

Ned opened various tabs on the computer that seemed like it was going to burst with information at any point. “He has won several awards about bioengineering and as an activist. His mother was from China but he lived a few years in Malaysia as well, he went to a snobbish school and speaks English, Malay, Mandarin, French, and Spanish”

Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull. “Can he be any more perfect?”, he whined and stayed silent for a few moments. “Is there any information about him and Y/N?”

Ned eyed Peter for a second, contemplating him in silence. “Do you want me to tell you that?”

Peter’s eyes connected with Ned’s, he was so tired of crying every night but it was almost impossible for him to stop. When he closed his eyes, he could only see you, you were a trigger for him. 

“No, let’s leave it alone for the day”

…

“Aren’t you going come in?”, Harry asked slowly and Peter simply nodded as he followed him to the large living room. 

Peter’s mind was running as if he had sipped four coffees without any milk, his jaw tightened as he watched Harry comfortably sitting on the grey sofa where once Tony had sat Peter to tell him stories about his fights, to explained him new plans, to finally confront him and you about your ongoing relationship that you had kept a secret for almost six months. 

He felt himself growing hot and his anxiety flew out of the charts. Peter, who seemed so innocent in his jeans, white shirt and black hoodie began thinking about the many ways he wanted to toss Harry out of the apartment without a second thought. 

Maybe you were his trigger, seeing you in that black dress was telling him that you were with someone else was his trigger but now Harry had become his new one. Now he could only picture you with Harry; Harry who looked like a model and was also a genius, Harry who had been there for you when Peter wasn’t and eventually took his place, maybe Harry was everything that Peter wasn’t. 

Peter only realized how worked up he was getting when he began to shake, his eyes widened as he looked at how his hands had formed into a fist and now were red thanks to all the pressure. He cleared his throat as he placed his hands on the pockets of his jeans and started walking away from the living room, maybe he could go to his old room in the tower although if he was being honest he wanted nothing more than to go to your room where he stayed most of the nights years prior.  

He remembered how you would open your window for him, especially designed for him to swing through swiftly. He remembered the nights where he would just crash your lips against yours and you would hum in response as both of you fell into your bed. He remembered also the early moments of your friendship, how you would go back to the penthouse excited after Tony had let you tried a new piece of tech, or maybe one of your works had worked. He remembered your laugh most of all, bouncing off the large walls and windows, how it would warm him up. 

But then Harry’s voice stopped him, “Woah, Woah”. Peter snapped around to see the tall boy walking towards him, “You can’t go anywhere big guy. Mrs. Potts doesn’t like it when not close people walk around”

Now it was a fact, Peter wanted to rip Harry apart. 

“I don’t need permission from Pepper to be here”, Peter retorted. He was a little bit glad that he was on a first-name basis with Pepper and Harry still weren’t, pried filled his chest as he looked at Harry staring blankly at him. 

It lasted a few second, Peter watch how Harry was examining his face and his stand. Then his eyes opened like plates and he gaped at Peter.

“Wait”, Harry muttered. “Are you-”

“-Peter Parker”, Peter stated as he glared at him. 

Was he being a little bit too standoff-ish? Yes, but at the moment he didn’t care, because it was his territory. He had been living in that penthouse for three years before the snap, he was basically family to the Stark’s and not even Harry could take that away from him. 

“I-Uhm- It’s nice to meet you”, Harry muttered as he offered Peter his hand. 

Peter looked down at it, somehow doubting Harry’s move but at the end of the day he knew nothing good would come up if he wasn’t polite. Hell, Peter was even polite to villains, although Harry had become his one. 

“It’s nice to meet you too”, Peter replied as he shook his hand, firmly. 

Harry pressed his lips into a tight smiled as he nodded. “Y/N, she talked about you, a lot.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. Harry had forgotten to even ask about Peter after the snap and since you never brought it up, it never crossed his mind that the love of your life was back. You had talked about Peter a few times, most of them ended in tears from your part and Harry had seen your social media was filled with pictures of Peter Parker, as well as the penthouse where Tony had photos of the three of you and all the other avengers. He knew how much Peter meant for you and now, although Harry wasn’t one that got nervous, he felt a shiver of panic running through his back as Peter let go of his hand.

“She talked about you; you were -uhm- are extremely especial for her”, Harry muttered.

Peter stared up at Harry, jarring silence filling the room as his heart rate increased. Harry’s eyes were blank and Peter felt stiff and uncomfortable, but another part of him felt a slight jolt of joy as Harry had mentioned how special he was for you and by how Harry was acting. Peter wanted to take the small charm that had the Iron-Spider-suit and jump from the window, maybe even swing from building to building while screaming of joy. You had talked about him, to the point that it seemed to make Harry uncomfortable. 

“Yeah…”, Peter said simply as he gave a step back. “I’m going to leave now…”

Before could even turn around completely, he bumped into Pepper. 

Pepper had this thing about her, she could be serious to the point of scary but she could also be the sweetest woman on earth. Pepper had become an important mother figure to Peter, and she got extremely well with May (who at first wasn’t a fan of Tony) to the point they would have a few talks over the more humanitarian side that Stark’s Industries needed or any new project that had Pepper busy. Moreover, Pepper was always there for both Peter and you, after every mission or school project, she had managed to make time for the both of you, which was impressive being CEO of SI. Peter was sure that Pepper knew he had feelings for you since he first arrived, she would give him these looks and he was sure that they had talked about it with May. 

When you finally told both Tony and Pepper, she was there to help Tony get more relaxed about your decisions and she was the one that gave Peter permission to sleep on your bed when Tony didn’t feel very comfortable, she would keep him off your room for the time that you guys were together. 

So, when Peter saw Pepper again (since he hadn’t really spoken to her at the funeral) he felt his heart clenching on his chest, the ache didn’t go away as she watched her. He hadn’t said anything to Pepper since Tony had died, anything. He hadn’t acknowledged the women who acted as a mother to him, how much she must be suffering from Tony’s death, and now your sudden role as leader of the Avengers. 

“I have been leaving messages, Peter”, Pepper said sternly, pulling her blonde straight hair behind her ears and he was sure he winced at her voice. 

“I’m -I …”, Peter stumbled through his words as he tried to phrase how sorry he actually was. “I’m sorry Pepper”, he finally said. 

She stared at him; a blank gaze was drawn but after a few seconds her features soften as she looked at the shy chocolate eyed boy. 

“It’s okay”, Pepper muttered giving him a light smile as she patted him on the shoulder and pulled him in for a small hug, which was short-lived as Pepper quickly turned to see Harry awkwardly standing there. “Harry, I’ll take Peter away but you can wait for her in the living room”

Peter watched Harry carefully who seemed dumbfounded at their recent interactions but as soon as Pepper talked to him he straightened himself and cleared his throat, giving her a charming smile. 

“That would be perfect”, he replied with a nod, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before he turned around and walked to the couch again. 

Peter felt like a masochist as his eyes followed Harry, analyzing the way that he walked and wondered how you two actually looked like but Pepper didn’t give him much on an opportunity to ponder on his suffering from you. Quickly, walking away and telling Peter to follow her which forced Peter to remove his eyes from Harry who was taking a seat of the large living room again. 

“So, how have you been?”, Pepper said as soon as they got enough distance from the living room, the only sound on the hallway was the clicking of her heels. 

Peter smiled tightly at Pepper; he was not okay but he didn’t want to have any sort of conversation with Pepper where he would be the one to feel bad for himself. Not when Pepper had lost Tony. 

“I’m okay”, Peter lied.

Pepper contemplate him as she wrinkled her nose, “Well, you don’t look okay, Peter. Have you been sleeping?”, she replied as they got to her office. 

Peter wanted to answer and assured her that he had been sleeping and feeling well, happy to be back and grateful with Tony who had died for him to be there. But nothing came out, he simply shut his mouth and nodded.

“Yes, that was what I imagined”, Pepper chuckled as she opened the door. “Come in, I have to introduce you to someone”, Pepper said. 

Peter stood there for a few moments when Pepper moved, she could see the tiny human that was laying down in fairly modern and beautiful playpen. The toddler wiped her head around as soon as she heard Pepper and Peter and he felt like crying when her big-doe-brown eyes locked with Peter’s. 

Peter had not paid much attention to Morgan at the funeral, he was thinking only about you. He guessed that he would meet her eventually after you talked but it never happened. Nonetheless, he could tell that the little child was the spitting image of Tony Stark, Peter could tell that she was going to be smart beyond her years just like you and Tony and that she would have both of your wits and humor. 

“So, you want to meet your goddaughter?”, Pepper muttered as she looked sweetly at Peter.

Peter’s eyes opened like plates.

“Am -I am her godfather?”, Peter stuttered as he entered the large office and walked towards baby Morgan who watched him intently. 

“Yes, Tony wanted you to be the godfather and so did y/n”, Pepper answered and Peter felt her heart-warming, not even looking at Peter quickly kneeled to say hi to Morgan.

Peter didn’t know Morgan, he was afraid she was a little apprehensive because of how rapid he had kneeled and offered his hand to her. 

“Hi baby Stark”, Peter whispered at Morgan, who quickly responded with a wide toothy smile and she giggled. 

Opening her arms, she signaled for him to grab her from her playpen, and Peter followed suit at her request with a smile. She was as light as a feather to Peter, almost lighter and he easily placed her on one hand as she took a hold of his face and began examining him closely while Pepper watched wistfully. 

“Peter!”, Morgan suddenly blabbered and Peter was stunned, he wiped his head quickly to Pepper who laughed at his reaction while Peter chuckled too. 

“How -uhm?” Peter began but was cut off by Pepper. 

“Tony told her stories about you, so did y/n”, Pepper explained as she walked towards the large white sofa in her office and patted the space next to her for Peter to sit down. “Y/N wanted her to know who you were, so for the night stories she would often tell her about you and her.”

Peter felt his heart on his throat as he heard Pepper’s words. Every word that came out of her mouth was exactly what Peter wanted to hear, he was holding on to any hope for you and him, although deep down he knew he had to respect your choice, whether he liked it or not. 

 “I know that you are not okay Peter”, Pepper sighed, a woeful expression drawn on her face. “I’m so sorry you had to find it this way and everything that happened”

Peter nodded, trying to hold on to whatever sense of stability he had on him but it was useless as his eyes locked with Pepper, who had seen him both at his best and his worst. Peter sank on the couch as he placed baby Morgan on his chest who kept playing with his features, he felt like he had exhausted all his tears the last few weeks. 

“It’s just… everything hurts when I think about Y/N”, he whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought that… I just can’t deal with her choice”

“It was not entirely Y/N decision”, Pepper quickly said as her hand quickly ghosted his arm. She looked down biting her lip, Peter could see she was unsure of what she was going to say. “But you can’t understand how broken she was without you.”

Peter sniffle causing Morgan to stop playing with his features and watching him carefully, finally turning away from him to face Pepper. 

“Mommy, what happened?”, Morgan’s tiny voice made Peter’s heart skip a beat. She was so smart already and he let a genuine smile out. 

Pepper smiled too as she picked Morgan from Peter. “Uncle Peter is a bit sad, that’s all”, she explained, and then her eyes returned to Peter’s. “The first six months after the snap she just… she shut down Peter. We didn’t see her and nothing could get her out of that bed. We were so worried about her for months, we didn’t even know if she was going to make it. ”

“What?”

Peter had seen you after the fact, he had heard you when you said that you didn’t forget him and how Harry expressed how important he was for you, but he never expected you to be so lost without him. Peter always believed you were the stronger one on the relationship you had, he was the one following you like a puppy since he first met you and from then on, his feelings just grew to a point that when he finally kissed you and told you his feelings, he was sure his heart was going to explode. He had harbored his feelings for so long, he struggled to maintain them in a line when they were finally out. But you, you were so elegant and delicate with your feelings for Peter. He knew you loved him but being trained by spies from an early age may be helped you conceal your feelings longer or because of your personality, you seemed to be the master of limits. Peter never picture that you would fall apart so badly without him. 

“I’m not going to tell you that you aren’t allowed to feel that way”, Pepper continued, clearly shuddering at the memories of you at the time. “But I just want to say that you should forgive her because this world wouldn’t be right if you two aren’t together, at least as friends and partners”.

Peter stayed silent for a few seconds. It felt like the poisonous anger and the debilitating sadness that had overcome his body the last few weeks were being dissipated by Pepper’s words. The common anxiousness that overwhelmed Peter was neutralized by a second as he quite literally felt like he could face all his emotions, trying to immerse in processing the new information. He realized that you may not have done what he would do, he realized that being angry about the fact that he had snapped and you didn’t wouldn’t help anybody, he realized that not talking to you was being more hurtful for both of you. He realized that if he claimed to love you so much, he would be there unconditionally and he felt ashamed he hadn’t. 

Peter nodded, finally embracing every feeling he had and confronting himself. 

“I under-”, were the only words that Peter managed to get out of his mouth before the hairs in his arms quickly stood-up, he could feel the goosebumps erupting in his whole body as his head snapped at the windows that reached both the ceiling and the floor. 

He stood up without a word as Pepper watched bug-eyed, holding Morgan a little bit tighter. 

“Whats happe-”

Screamed began coming from the streets, they filled the room, and then a roar shook the city.

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Close To Home | 02. Yulia

Summary: Peter Parker’s relaxing European vacation takes an unexpected turn when Nick Fury shows up in his hotel room to recruit him for a mission with Yulia, who at this point is unknowingly a part of it while on a mission that Nat couldn’t finish before she died. The world is in danger as four massive elemental creatures – each representing Earth, air, water and fire – emerge from a hole torn in the universe. Parker soon finds himself donning the Spider-Man suit to help Fury and fellow superhero Mysterio stop the evil entities from wreaking havoc across the continent. Yulia while on a mission is also enjoying the holiday with her friends and the ghosts that haunt her. When Fury finally gets Yulia involved he finds that she’s been trying to gather a team for something that involves some familiar faces and some new ones and that she knows the truth behind the mysterious figure that is Mysterio. With her help and that of the team she put together Nick and Maria gather information about what is going on around Europe.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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“OK, first I’m in Sokovia with Wanda and Kate, second calm down and slap a spider,” I told Peter, walking away from the tent I was in within the refugee camp.

“What does that mean?” He asked me.

“It’s an old saying here, trust me it makes much more sense in Sokovian and Russian because of our folklore. But it generally means calm down and breathe and hit something if needed.”

“How can that make any sense in any language!”

“It just does, you need anything else or can I go back to helping like I’m meant to be doing to honour Nat and the Bishop’s?”

“How do you do it, all of it? Shut down your emotions and go back and move on?” He asked me.

“Don’t. I do it because I was taught that emotions get in the way of a mission by a group of monsters in a cave under a giant stone horse. You shouldn’t, embrace them and let them change you because there’s no such thing as a set you. If you have to cry, scream, do whatever it takes but don’t go down that path. I’m trying to stop myself from doing it but I’m still guilty of doing it, Kate and Wanda are helping me, just know I’m here for you whenever you need. Just call me, I may be pissed at you and swear at you but I’ll always answer your call to help you, auchonok, after all, you are the only spider-based superhero left on this plane and the other one is still avoiding me. Just breathe and have Ned help you,” I rambled on smiling at him as Kate walked up behind me ready to scare me, “Also Kate I can see you in the camera. Hope it all ends well for you Peter. Maybe I'll see you around. Send my regards to Fury."

"Bye and thanks," he told me.

Let's rewind, back a few weeks back to me, Kate and Wanda planning our trip to Sokovia with the Bishop Charitable Trust and the Black Widow Project, the charities me and Kate created to honour those we lost after the 'blip' as the media named it.

"So we can spend 3 weeks in Sokovia helping rebuild after Ultron and the civil war setting up the camps, then we can go and have some fun around Europe and hope that we don't stumble across Peter," Wanda told us, with a pen in her hand looking at the calendar and back at the laptop on the desk within Nat's little Odessa apartment.

"As long as we don't go to Oxford, I don't want to go back there ever again," I told them looking at the map of Europe pinned on the wall with little red dots splattered across it.

"Fine and I still want to know if that's blood on the map," Kate told us following my eyes to the map.

"It's not, it's just a red sharpie marking everywhere Nat ran into Yelena or killed someone, I haven't figured it out yet," I told her.

"That's not concerning at all," she mumbled.

"You get used to it," I smiled at her, "Wanda we should hold a funeral for Nat in Russia and one for Pietro in Sokovia while we're there."

"You're right, Kate if you want you don't have to come do that with us," Wanda told her with a smile.

"I should go, you guys can talk about this more. I have to find a CEO for Bishop industries and trademark the name Hawkeye and get Clint to change his name to Hawkguy," she smiled, giving me a hug and getting up and leaving, "I'll see you at the studio later. See you guys!"

“Bye Kate,” We chorused back before Wanda turned to look at me.

“Studio?”

“Kate’s getting me back into dancing if you must know and I’m helping her with fighting,” I informed her with a smirk.

“Good for you. Now can you help me book tickets and hotels?” Wanda asked.

“Sure.”

“Welcome to Sokovia, Yulia & Kate,” Wanda said holding her arms up in pride.

“You do realize a lot of these people blame you for Ultron destroying the city, Right?” Kate asked her.

“Yes, now let’s go.”

We’d only been in Sokovia for about a week when I got the call from Nick Fury about a mission.

N: “Yulia you need to come in, we have a mission for you.”

Y: “What if I don’t want to go on a mission for you. I’m finally spending time with my sister and I’m happy, Nick. Let me enjoy this for once in my life.”

N: “It’s important, life or death important.”

Y: “So’s this. To me. I’ve saved enough lives, I’m only a teenager Nick. I’m not one of your soldiers that you can just all on to save the day. I was trained to be the bad guy not to save everyone.”

N: “If we lose I lose.”

Y: “I am NOT protecting your fragile masculinity Nick. I refuse to protect anyones fragile masculinity, let alone the head of a spy agency. You want me, find me and give me a reason. Until then I’ll be helping people recover from something you caused, with my sister and my only living friend. Goodbye Nick. I’m retired for 3 months.”

Then not even a day later I got the call from Peter Parker.

“OK, first I’m in Sokovia with Wanda and Kate, second calm down and slap a spider,” I told Peter, walking away from the tent I was in within the refugee camp.

“What does that mean?” He asked me.

“It’s an old saying here, trust me it makes much more sense in Sokovian and Russian because of our folklore. But it generally means calm down and breathe and hit something if needed.”

“How can that make any sense in any language!”

“It just does, do you need anything else or can I go back to helping like I’m meant to be doing to honour Nat and the Bishop’s?”

“How do you do it, all of it? Shut down your emotions and go back and move on?” He asked me.

“Don’t. I do it because I was taught that emotions get in the way of a mission by a group of monsters in a cave under a giant stone horse. You shouldn’t, embrace them and let them change you because there’s no such thing as a set you. If you have to cry, scream, do whatever it takes but don’t go down that path. I’m trying to stop myself from doing it but I’m still guilty of doing it, Kate and Wanda are helping me, just know I’m here for you whenever you need. Just call me, I may be pissed at you and swear at you but I’ll always answer your call to help you, auchonok, after all, you are the only spider-based superhero left on this plane and the other one is still avoiding me. Just breathe and have Ned help you,” I rambled on smiling at him as Kate walked up behind me ready to scare me, “Also Kate I can see you in the camera. Hope it all ends well for you Peter. Maybe I'll see you around. Send my regards to Fury."

"Bye and thanks," he told me.

God, why do these people always come to me. I’m a screwed up teenager with little formal education and a death wish. Why me? Kate did tell me it was because I was trustworthy to which I laughed and Wanda told me off.

"So this is the place you grew up?" Kate asked Wanda tilting her head slightly trying to see if it made any more sense from another angle.

"Yup, home sweet home, after Stark bombs blew up are family home. And the place that Pietro died."

"Fun," I mumbled as we entered the building ready to get to work.

“You remember it?” Kate asked me, barely above a whisper as we trailed behind Wanda to wherever she was leading the pair of us.

“Not at all, but you have to remember we went to different orphanages so I wouldn’t remember this one. Also I was 2,” I told her, looking at the photos on the walls.

“I just realized they won’t speak english will they?” Kate said, grabbing my hand and looking into my eyes.

“Probably not. I hope you’re Russian and Sokovian are up to date,” I smiled running after Wanda.

“I don’t speak Russian! Or Sokovian!” She yelled, running after me.