#spiderman x YN Stark

[my-status-single]

The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby Chapter 2

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. They won’t let him run to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe. His name is Ben. He’s four. He’s Peter’s.

She had been pregnant.  It had been early.  So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included. And months later she had given birth to their son. Their son. Ben.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

Notes: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen.

Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.

Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame

Please, if there is ever something in this or any of my fics that you feel needs a content warning, feel free to message me and I will make sure to add it.

I want this to be a safe place for everyone.

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Chapter Notes: First major canon divergence. Tony and Steve meet in early 2001 as Tony had taken over for Howard in SHIELD after his death. Let’s not think about it too hard. By the end of 2001 they are established in a relationship. And early 2002 they find out about the pregnancy. Reader is born in August of 2002.

It might be a bit annoying to have the reader be so flushed out as that can distract and make it harder to insert yourself into the story but…the timeline bro.

Word count: 1114

Chapter Content Warnings: Child neglect-Mentions of Howard Stark who is a bad dad. Reader's mother is very uninterested in the reader after the birth homophobia-Steve talks about being with a man in the 40s and it is lightly implied that it was not safe pregnancy-Tony gets a woman pregnant alcohol-Steve and Tony drink beer Stony-Steve and Tony are a couple

Chapter Summary: This chapter establishes the relationship between Tony and Steve and explains how the reader came to be. Reader is the product of a one night stand from Tony prior to becoming exclusive with Steve. Reader’s mother, Katherine, is a scientist working to recreate the super serum. She is described as cold and unattached.

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Chapter 1

Tony really tried to hate Steve when they first met. Truly. For reasons he found completely justified.

His dad was an ass.

And as far as he was concerned, that was Steve’s fault.

It ended up being impossible to hate him though. Because he was just so damn nice.

Which made Tony irrationally angry.

Steve wasn’t all that impressed by Tony. He hadn’t been all that impressed with Howard either though.

He didn’t really have any particularly strong thoughts or emotions about Tony.

He was mostly baffled Howard had had a kid.

He never seemed like the type.

Regardless

They both had a strange pull toward the other.

Like the other was a connection to something long past.

Steve is someone who knew Tony’s father, who he had grown up hearing about.

Tony was Howard’s son. And though he was rarely on the same page as him, he had still been a friend. And Tony was the closest thing to something from home.

They somehow ended up as something akin to friends.

Neither were great at the whole sleeping, or self care in general, thing, so there were lots of late nights, lots of long talks, lots of secrets shared. They spoke of Tony’s dating life, Steve wanted to know just how similar Tony was to his father. And during one of those talks, after some light teasing about what Steve must have gotten up to back in the day, Steve admitted that he and Bucky had been in a relationship.

Tony wasn’t exactly surprised.

“So, you’re gay then?” He asks him. They are sat on the floor of Tony’s lab, a half eaten box of pizza between them, and beers in their hands.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever really needed to label it.” Steve admits. “I just knew Bucky was my person.” He shrugs.

Tony understands this at some level. The not needing a label, not the other thing.

“You don’t have to label it.” He says, possibly trying to put Steve at ease. “I never have. I just like…the people I like.” He says. “I’ve never committed myself to someone the way you have though.

Steve nods slowly and sips his drink. “Don’t you get lonely?”

This causes Tony to pause. 

He’s never really alone. He never really allows himself to be. Like he needs a buffer between him and his head. There are plenty of people, both in and outside of his bed. He’s popular. He’s desired, wanted, sought after. He’s never lacking in people who want to give him their time.

He finishes off his drink.

“Yeah.” He says finally.

Things change between them after that night. Like there was a newfound understanding between them. Both were tired of being lonely.

It starts out as just sex. Which was new ground for Steve, and he struggled with it for a while. Until he realised that his struggles weren’t from it being casual sex, but that he was developing feelings for Tony and didn’t want it to be casual sex.

Steve had always been pretty straightforward, but he still struggled a lot with the thought of confessing. He wanted to keep Tony in his life and was worried he’d run at the mention of commitment.

But its been over a year since they met. And months since they started sleeping together.

So he just…tells him one night.

He lacked some elegance in it if he was honest with himself.

Blurting out “I want you to be my boyfriend” while you’re balls deep in someone isn’t exactly tactful.

But it worked out okay for him in the end.

The universe is a bit fucked up though.

Because just months later Tony comes to him with life altering news that neither of them had been prepared for.

And with that news Tony brought an out.

“You didn’t sign up for this.” Tony says quietly.

“No, but neither did you.” Steve responds. He’s never seen Tony so…sullen. So conflicted.

“I knew the risks of fucking someone without a condom.” Tony says bluntly. “This was always a possibility.” He lets out a breath. “I…I’m gonna step up. I’m gonna be this baby’s dad. But you don’t have to be.” He says quietly. “I’ll understand if you go.”

Steve lets out a breath and takes both of Tony’s hands. “I was in love with a man in the 40s. Tony, I gave up on the idea of having children before I was even old enough to consider them in the first place. They were never an option.” Tony goes a bit pale. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want them.” He continues. “I knew who I was getting involved with, Tony. And if having you means having this baby then I guess we’re going to be parents.”

And it’s as simple as that.

In August of that year their daughter was born.

Their daughter’s mother was someone Steve had never met, prior to going to the hospital when she went into labour. But he knew her name. He’d learned her name, read about her. Read about a lot of people like her when he had looked himself up. He learned that there were a distressing number of people trying to recreate Erskine’s original serum. This woman, Katherine, was one of them.

She was a tall, slender woman. Stereotypically beautiful but almost hollow looking. Like there was something missing inside of her.

He doesn’t remember her ever holding the baby. She hardly looked at her. Something told him she had no interest in being a mother but somehow went through with the pregnancy anyway.

But he didn’t dwell on it. He didn’t care.

Because if this precious, tiny, perfect baby girl wasn’t reason enough…the way Tony looked when he held his baby was enough to make him ignore the slight concern he felt over the way Katherine was responding to motherhood.

Tony was built to be a father.

He was so perfect with her. And Steve had never been so fond of another person.

All his outward, arrogant facade broke down the second he was with their girl. She had him wrapped around his finger.

And Steve was no better.

He knew he was in trouble the first time they’d ever made eye contact.

How could he ever say no to this tiny girl?

Katherine was clearly not interested in being a mother to her daughter. She made no fuss when Tony asked if the baby could live with him. She wasn’t breastfeeding, and the baby was clearly more attached to Tony. But despite their request, she wouldn’t sign over her parental rights. Therefore, physical custody was shared between Katherine and Tony.

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Taglist: @bitchy-bi-trash

[croimilis]

private show

title: private show

characters: peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

rating: 18+

words: 8k

theme: smut, porn with minor plot, a little sweet moment between reader, shang-chi and america

warning: smut, filthy smut, alcohol. titty job, oral (m and f receiving),hair pulling, praise, thigh riding, fingering, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please assume some type of other contraception is used), multiple orgasms (both m and f), cum swallowing, peters a bit of  perv, mentions of birth control, creampie, dom!peter, confident!peter, cum eating, cum play, peter calls reader ‘princess’ maybe a little too much, soft!peter, aftercare, a little bit of subdrop

summary:  “turn down the lights and watch my private show”

you notice peter has an obsession with your tits, so you offer to give him a private show

tags: @xoxabs88xox​

a/n: all characters are 18+ (specifically 21 as there is drinking mentioned), this was meant to be short and sweet, but i’m slowly learning i cannot do anything in moderation and it is most definitely the most filthy smut i have ever written

He was staring again, his eyes following you throughout the room from the moment you entered. You could feel them burning into your skin as you walked, greeting various benefactors and members of the Avengers with you arm wrapped around Tony’s, to be specific you could feel them burning into the skin of the cleavage you had exposed in your deep cut dress where the ‘v’ almost reached your belly button.

It wasn’t the first time you had noticed Peter staring at your boobs, it was one of many over the last couple of months and you were sure he was staring long before it came to your attention and you don’t know how you didn’t notice sooner. After all, Peter Parker was not discreet in any way shape or form outside of his role as Spiderman.

When you first noticed it was soon after you had gotten your nipples pierced, much to your fathers horror and everyone else's amusement as Tony freaked out about his ‘sweet innocent little angel falling into temptations’ despite knowing you had not been innocent since the age of 16 when you asked him to go on birth control specifying why (he looked like he was ready to drop dead at that very second while Peper just looked on with an amused smile).

Given the pain of the piercings, you were reluctant to wear a bra for the first few days and instead floated about in loose tank tops and camis that were just tight enough to show your new piercings but not enough that it would hurt. This particular day, you were sitting at the kitchen island of the compound just scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tony and Bruce to be finished in the lab because you were supposed to be heading out to lunch with your dad.

As Peter walks into the kitchen, you flash him a smile and give a small “”hey” in greeting before turning your eyes back to your phone. Peter on the other hand could not keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tried. In general, Peter thought you were stunning, this complete otherworldly creature that he could only describe as heavenly and he was completely and utterly infatuated from the moment he saw you all those years ago when he first joined the Avengers at the young of age of 16, that was 5 years ago now and he was still completely enamoured with you. Probably even more so now that he actually knew you as a person.

But recently Peter has become completely obsessed with a particular part of your body, he just couldn’t help himself. It seemed that every time you were around his eyes would drift towards your chest and stay there for much longer than was deemed polite, though he was sure that by even looking he was way past the point of politeness, and today was no different.

Especially with the way the bars of your new piercings were pushing against the fabric of your shirt, as if inviting him to have a look and he couldn’t look away, not as you greeted him, not as he leaned against the kitchen counter while eating the apple he had lifted, not as you tell him about the newest article about Spiderman and (hero name) and how there’s rumours the two are sleeping together or romantically involved and snort at some of the comments being made about the two of you, and not as Tony walks into the room to take you for your lunch. He prays to every god that could exist, including Thor and Loki, that you don’t notice the way his eyes suddenly snap up to your face as you give him a goodbye, like all the other times he stares he hopes you don’t notice.

But unlike all the other times before, you notice this time. You had actually looked up from your phone for a split second to try and read Peter’s expression as you tell him about the news article you were reading and had noticed that while he was listening, he was focused on something other than your voice and he was not being discreet about it with the way his eyes lingered and a light flush dusted his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

Instead of questioning him, you simply smirk and look back down to your phone, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at the attention. After all, similar to Peter, you harboured an attraction to him from the first time you met at 16 years old but never thought it was reciprocated in any way but now you knew you were going to have fun with it.

After that you started noticing him staring more often.Like that one time after training with Natasha when you were in nothing but a sports bra and pair of athletic shorts, he seemed to be watching the way the sweat that had gathered on your body was dripping down between your cleavage with such intensity you could almost feel his gaze burning into our skin. That day you had to suppress a smirk and pretend like you were just getting a headache as Nat turned to you with a weird look and asked what was up, after all just because you knew didn’t mean everyone else had to know.

Or that time you were at an Avengers themed Halloween party some fraternity at your college was throwing and you had gone as Black Widow, taking one of Nats old cat suits and adjusting it to your body measurements to do so. Still, even with adjustments the suit was tight around your chest and squeezed your breasts together in a way that made sure they would be hard to miss. You had meet up with Peter (obviously dressed as Spiderman) and MJ (who refused to participate but still wore an Avengers t-shirt) at the party and immediately noticed how Peter’s eyes drifted to your chest before they bounced back to your eyes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he stuttered out a greeting and practically choked on his own spit causing MJ to turn to him with a ‘wtf’ look and a “dude are you okay?”

You simply batted your eyelashes at him, inwardly grinning to yourself, and asked in your most innocent voice, “Yeah, Pete. You okay?” Peter swore he was going to die that very second had it not been for Flash (who was dressed up as Spiderman as well, though he claimed his looked more authentic despite the fact that Peter was simply wearing one of his old costumes) coming up and stealing your attention from Peter with a “(Y/N)! You’re looking great.”

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There were moments like that scattered throughout the few months since you had noticed him staring for the first time, all of them leading up to this night and your choice of dress. Natasha and Wanda had helped you pick it out, a gorgeous black that hugged close to your figure and showed off all your curves beautifully with a deep deep ‘v’ neckline that showed of your tits like they were pieces of art to be shown off, Tony had nearly had heart failure when he had seen you in it for the first time a week earlier as he walked in on Pepper adjusting the length for you. Which to you, meant it was absolutely perfect for what you wanted it for.

Your eyes roam  around the room for a bit, your arms wrapped around Tonys as talks to another benefactor and Admiral Simpson or something like that, you had stopped caring three Admirals ago, looking for Peter. When your eyes finally meet his, you smile and excuse yourself from the conversation to go and join him at the large window showing off the lights of New York below.

Peter is standing by himself, occasionally bringing the beer in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. These events weren’t really his scene, while Peter loved a good party he hated the formality around the Avengers events and so he usually kept to himself and relegated himself to a corner of the room where he could nurse a beer the whole night and just watch as the party slipped by him. Sometimes you joined him in his corner, bringing cheesy jokes and conversations that kept his mind busy, other times the two of you would escape and he would take you swinging around the city and you would end up sitting on some random rooftop his suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders to fight of the cold as you ate some of the best pizza greasy New York had to offer.

It seemed this night you decided to just join him, lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a waiter as they passed you by and downing its contents in second leaving a red residue behind from your lipstick. You stand in front of him, a small smile on your face as you do so and greet him with a gentle “hey” that he reciprocated, though you have to stop your smile from turning into a smirk as his eyes moved down your face and across your body, fully taking you in, lingering a little too long on your chest.

As Peter greets you, eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours, you let out a small chuckle and reach a hand out, wrapping it gently around his wrist and slowly moving it up her arm as you lean close to his ear, your chest pressing against his lightly as you do so.

“If you like staring at my tits so much, why don’t I give you a private show?” You smirk to yourself and bite down on your bottom lip, you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as the blush spread across his face rapidly.

You remove your hand from his bicep, slowly trailing it up his shoulder as you walk behind Peter, your chest now very flush with his back, you keep going your hand now gently wrapped around Peter’s neck as you tilt his head upwards so he’s looking at ceiling and you lips are right beside his ear, “Meet me in my room in 30 minutes”

You would go now, but the party had only started and as the daughter of the host it would be rude of you to not make the rounds, have at least 1 drink and socialise a bit with the other avengers, and maybe just maybe you wanted to torment the poor soul just a little. You remove your hand from Peter's neck and fully turn away from him, instead facing the bar and you smile at Natasha, who was behind the bar as usual much preferring to work at these events than have to socialise and who was already preparing a (preferred drink) for you.

As you approach, she cocks and eyebrow and gives you a sly but questioning look as if she knew exactly what you were up to., placing the drink down on the counter in front of you. “What are you doing that poor boy?”

You simply roll your eyes and lift the drinking, bringing it to your lips, eyes ghosting over to where Peter now stood in shock with a bright blush spreading across his cheeks and his head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had seen what had happened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Nat.”

“Uh-uh, as if you couldn’t cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a butterknife.” You snort at her comment, leaning your back against the bar and placing your elbows on it as well for extra stability in your heels as Nat leans on the bar at your side, arms crossed over the counter and her head tilted towards you, “Just make safe choices, we don’t need any little Iron Spiderlings running around.”

This time you roll your eyes at her comment and down the rest of your drink, your eyes finding a very nervous looking Shang-chi and America being hounded by a bunch of benefactors who want to know simply everything about the pair, well more specifically about what they could do. You push yourself of the bar and turn to Nat to place a kiss to her cheek, “I always make safe choices Nat,” Natasha rolls her eyes at you as she leans into the kiss and you give her a cheeky smile as you make your way over to the nervous pair and the five or six benefactors surrounding them.

“Okay, why don’t we give them some space to breathe?” The benefactors all turn to look at you at the sound of your voice, your eyes are narrowed into a glare, your face hardened and arms crossed over your chest, even if they didn’t know what exactly you were capable off and the fact that you could kill them all twice over in just a few seconds they would still be intimidated from your look alone, after all your glare could rival Medusas and turned most people into living statues as they stared at you in fear, a skill you have to thank Natasha for. They all gulp down their fear, shuffling away from Shang-Chi and America with nervous looks on their face and all muttering some form of “of course Miss. Stark” or “sorry Miss.Stark.”, preferring to use your real name over your hero name as if refusing to address you as your hero name gave them some sort of power over you.

You kept the glare on your face until the last of them disappeared out of your sight, instead going to bother some other members of the Avengers (probably Sam and Bucky) who would have no problem either entertaining them or telling them to fuck right off. As the last one disappears, you drop the glare and turn to Shang-Chi and America with a soft smile and nothing but kindness in your eyes. “You guys okay?”

America says nothing and just nods her head as she wrings her hands together nervously and Shang-chi gulps down his nerves and answers you, “Yeah..we’re…we’re good.” With a chuckle you realise they were scared of you and you reach out a hand to take Americas, rubbing soft circles against her skin as you do so to try and ease her nerves, “Relax, that look is reserved for those vultures and the press.”

Shang-Chi nods his head and you can see the tension leave his shoulders slightly, though not completely, and you can feel some of the tension leave America as she winds her fingers in with yours as a form of comfort. “Other then those guys, how are you guys?”

A shaky breath leaves Shang-Chi lips, “Nervous,” you nod along to him and hum softly in response, “Your first event is always the hardest, but you get used to them after a while and you learn how to tell those dicks to fuck off without feeling guilty about it.” America lets out a giggle at your words and you smile at her, she’s a sweet girl and being around the age you were when you first joined the Avengers you felt a sisterly need to look after her.

You spend the next 20 minutes just talking to the pair, calming their nerves and reassuring them that they were going to be fine. Every Avenger in the room had their backs and all it would take is one word and they would handle anyone giving them bother, especially Stephen Strange who had formed an attachment to America.

Once their nerves were calmed she started to get to know each other a little more, you talked about your mothers and how much you adored and missed them, Shang-Chi told you about Ta Lo and America told you about the Utopian parallel universe she was from and you spoke about the small cottage in the middle of nowhere your mother raised you in, surrounded by nothing but woods and nature, it was your perfect little corner of the world untouched by anyone else until she got sick. It was nice to talk about, most people you spoke to about your mother always showed sympathy and seemed to focus on the the loss rather than who she was as a person, but Shang-Chi and America wanted to know about her, about your life with her, not the grief, not the loss, but the good moments, the memories you shared with her and the love.

The conversation shifts quickly as Shang-Chi and America start to discuss some movie they had both seen that weekend, and you take that moment to excuse yourself from the pair as you notice Peter slip out of the room. You make your way towards the back of the room, skirting the edges and disappearing into the shadows as you do making it easy for you to slip out of the room without being noticed by most people, the only ones that do are Natasha and Bucky and they share a knowing look and small smirk before they turn back to their conversation.

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As quickly as you slip into your room, you’re slammed against the cool metal of the door as it slides closed behind you with a hand roughly grabbing at your hips and another slamming against the door at the side of your face effectively trapping you against it. Your eyes instantly snap up to meet with Peter’s, his pupils blown wide and full of lust, you simply smirk up at him and bite down on your lip.

He’s so close, pressing his body against yours and you can feel the bulge that is barely contained by his dress pants pressing against you, can feel the rippling muscles of his abdomen as they press against your chest and his hot breath against your face as he leans in towards yu, yet still you want him impossibly closer to you. The desire that has been boiling away inside you these past few months finally bubbling over and igniting every nerve ending in your body, leaving you consumed by want, by need.

Your own breath starts to come out heavy and laboured as the desire begins to pull in your stomach, especially as Peter squeezes at your hips and slowly starts to move his hand upwards, ghosting over your torso and going higher and higher until his palm is barely touching the side of your breast while his fingers gently dug into your rips.

“I believe you owe me a show princess.”

You were used to the term ‘princess’ being thrown around when discussing you, usually by the press or by the people who thought you got everything handed to you by Tony since you were introduced to the world as his daughter at your 18 birthday. The people who called you princess used the word like a knife in an attempt to cut into you and see you bleed so they could inject their venom directly into your blood and turn you into the bitchy socialite they wanted you to be, that way they would be justified in their horribleness towards you.

But Peter’s tone did not hold any venom it, his voice had not be sharpened into a knife edge meant to dig into your skin, Instead it was honey rich and smooth and slipped off his tongue almost like a prayer, warming you from the inside and sending another pang of desire rolling through your bones.

Peter steps back from you, his arms moving from your side and waist but despite the absence you can still feel their lingering warmth through the fabric of your dress, and he sits himself down on the edge of your bed with his forearms against his thighs as he leans forward slightly and regards you with an intense, almost predatory gaze.

It sends a shiver down your spines and warmth to your core and the intensity of the look causes your hands to shake as you reach to the back of your dress and slowly pull down the zipper. You were deliberate with your speed, wanting to tease Peter just a little while longer and maybe a part of you was hoping he would jump to his feet and rip the zipper down himself. But he doesn’t.

Instead, as the slipper slowly moves down your back,you notice the vein in his jaw jump as he clenches it tighter and tighter. As the zip finally reaches the bottom, just above your ass, you let the sleeves of the dress fall from your arms which allows the fabric to pool at your feet, leaving you in only your heels. You stand there for a second, watching as Peter’s eyes widen at your bare form, after all the tightness of your dress did not leave room for panties or bra lines. His reaction causes a smirk to rise on your lips.

“You’re fucking stunning princess.”

You step out of the fabric at your feet, your heels clicking against the ground as you stalk towards him. As you reach him, his hands wrap around your bare thighs and he gives them a gentle squeeze as he stares up at you before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss against your hip. You cup your hands around his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you bend down to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

The kiss starts soft but quickly turns heated as Peter grips at your thigh and causes a small gasp to leave your lips, which Peter uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan into Peter’s mouth as he twirls his tongue around yours before pulling it back and biting down gently on your lip, one of his hands moves from your thigh and trails ever closer to where you need him most and he smirks into the kiss as he feels your wetness seeping down your  thigh, the effect he has on you fueling his ego.

Peter pulls away from the kiss and pulls his hand away from your thigh, a light residue from the wetness on your thigh coating his fingers, “This all for me baby?”

You nod, not knowing where this confident side of Peter had come from but loving it all the same, “Yes Peter, all for you.” He lets out a hum and sucks his fingers into his mouth, savouring the lingering taste of you as he looks up at your flushed cheeks through his long lashes. You gulp at the sight, moving your hands from his jaw line and down onto his shoulders, trailing down his arms as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him.

You rest your hands over his clothed thigh and look up at Peter with lightly veiled innocence, your big doe eyes lust blown to the point that the [colour] of your irises were almost completely gone, eclipsed by the blackness of your pupils, and slightly parted lips now imprinted in Peter's mind and locked away somewhere safe for those lonely nights in the future where he will most definitely be touching himself thinking about this night.  “Let me take care of you Peter, please?”

When you look at him like that and ask in that almost begging tone, who was he to tell you no, “Go ahead baby.”

With his permission, you’re moving your hand from his thigh and to the zipper of his pants pulling it down and then pulling down both his pants and boxers in on go, Peter lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for you, letting them pool around his ankles and you lick your lips at the sight of his cock bouncing against his stomach once its released from his boxers.

You keep your hands on high thighs and lean forward, your tongue making contact with the base of Peter’s cock and causing a groan to fall from Peter’s lip that only amplifies as you lick up to the tip and suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan Peter lets out is like music to your ears and encourages you to do it again, running your tongue over the slit as you do, before starting to bob up and down on his length.

You do your best to take him all in your mouth, but you struggle to do so, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Your inability to take all of him in your mouth sparks an idea in your mind, one you're sure Peter is going to love. Pushing yourself up on your knees so you’re just that little bit higher, you lean forward and slot Peter’s cock into the valley of your breasts and Peter nearly faints at the sight.

Your pretty lips all swollen from the kiss and from sucking his cock, your pretty little boobs wrapped around his cock, its another image seared into his mind and stored away for later use. As you press your hands into the side of your boobs, tightening their hold on his cock, and start moving them up and down, the moan Peter lets out can only be described as unholy and it adds fuel to the already raging fire inside you as you clench and unclench around nothing and rub your thighs together for just a little bit of friction or relief, though it offers none.

You continue your ministrations with your tits, watching through heavy lashes as Peter’s face contorts in pleasure and he struggles to hold in the moans and groans that are falling intermittently from his lips, between words of praise about how good you’re making him feel and being such a good girl for him, you would admit it to no one (not even Peter) but his words went straight to your core and caused you to clench even harder around nothing.

You reach your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the mushroom tip and over his slit as often as you could between the thrust of yours boobs, causing Peter to throw his head back and pleasure and reach a hand out to grab at the hair at the back of your head, “Shit , princess… you’re killing me here.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to keep going, darting your tongue out and swiping across Peters head almost every time it gets close to your mouth, licking up the precum leaking out of the tip, and squeezing your boobs even tighter around his cock as you do so, another groan forces itself out of Peters mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, causing a moan to fall from your own lips. “I’m so close, you gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits of yours princess?”

“Yes Peter, please cum all over my tits”

The desperation in your voice, the almost begging tone lacing it causes Peter to lose his composure and control as he shoots rope after rope of cum over your chest as you continue to move your boobs over him, the cum spreading down the valley and up onto your chest with some even landing in your mouth on your waiting tongue that you had stuck out when he started to cum.

Peter pants as you let go of your boobs and sit back, his hand leaves your hair and instead cups your jaw gently in a stark contrast with how hard he had been gripping at the roots where he runs a finger across your chin to swipe up the cum that had hit against it. He taps his thumb against your lips and you open, sucking his thumb into your mouth and moaning at the sensuality of it. It’s another image Peter will have seared in the back of his brain for the rest of his life.

As Peter focuses on the image of you, on your knees sucking on his thumb covered in his cum, you swipe some of the cum of your chest letting it cover your fingers before you pull back of his thumb and instead suck your own fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get as much cum off them as you can. Your eyes are staring up at Peter’s through your eyelashes, watching as the irises almost completely disappear, existing as the smallest rings around the pitch blackness of the blown out pupil, when you pull your fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’ Peter is quick to pull you into a rough kiss, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue massaging yours, reaching your hands up and wrapping them around his neck, rising back up so Peter’s not having to bend over as much, tangling your hands a little bit less than gently in his hair and giving it a gentle tug, which causes Peter to let put a deep almost animalistic growl that has you clenching your thighs together even tighter, the movement of which Peter notices and he’s pulls away from you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You took such good care of me princess…” His hand ghosts across your thigh until he’s hovering over your core, so close you can feel the heat emanating from it, and then ever so slowly he runs a finger through your folds, pressing against your clit with the slightest pressure as he does so and causing a whine to fall from your lips because god was it the most heavenly thing you’ve felt recently but it just was not enough, “Now let me take care of you.”

He takes your arms in his hands, guiding you to standing before he strips himself of his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them to the ground somewhere in your room. He lets you go and sits back down on the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to sit. It's one you take almost immediately, throwing on leg over and lowering yourself down so that the fabric of his trousers make contact with your bare cunt and rubbing so deliciously on your clit as you do, ripping a moan from your throat as you do. "You have such pretty moans, pretty girl."

Peter grips onto your hips, fingers digging in a way that was painful to the point you were sure they were going to leave bruises but also amplified the pleasure coursing through your veins. Peter starts to move you up and down his thigh, the friction of the fabric rubbing on your clit at a brutal pace sending shockwaves through you and causing you to throw your head back as moans continually fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” You nod your head and Peter tenses his thigh underneath you, bouncing his knee alongside it pulling another loud moan from your lips at pleasure overwhelms your senses, “Come on princess, you gotta use your words.”

You let out a whine at the sensation, the motion of the bounce putting delicious pressure and friction against your clit that has you almost seeing stars, “Fe-feels s’good Peter.” Your words slur together as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Peter’s grip tightens at your words as he moves you even quicker against his thigh, the coil in your stomach that had already been wound tight, tightens even further and can feel the cliff edge of your orgasm approaching so very quickly.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over my thigh?” You nod your head, reaching your hand up to grip at Peter’s shoulders so tightly that you're sure you’ll leave behind crescent shapes from your nails or even draw blood. Peter groans at the sensation, his cock already semi-hard again from watching you unravel on his thigh, he never thought he would be in pain (he experience enough of it on a daily basis) but yet here you are proving him wrong with the way your hands had previously tugged at his hair and the way your nails are currently biting into his skin and causing his cock to twitch at the sensations.

“Go on then princess, cum for me.” There he goes again with that stupid pet name that you should hate but instead has you melting into him even further, your clit throbbing as it rolls of his tongue like liquid gold honey that seeps deep into your bones. Peter tenses his thigh once again and you feel every ridge of hard muscle under the cloth of his trousers and it sends you spiralling off the cliff edge you had been teetering on as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body.

Peter watches your face as it contorts in pleasure from your orgasm wracking through your body, ignoring the wetness that had now gone through his pants and was coating his thigh, and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful and another image is forever ingrained in his mind. His cock was now fully hard once again and twitching against his stomach begging for some kind of attention or friction, which he grants it by removing his hand from it and giving it a few pumps but it wasn’t enough, no, Peter was feeling greedy now. He already felt the bliss of your mouth and tits wrapped around him and now he wanted more, no he needed more. Needed to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him and squeezing him.

Peter makes a quick decision while you’re still coming down from your orgasm and wraps the hand still holding onto you around your waist and twists you both around so that you were now lying on the bed with your legs hanging of bed with your butt just on the edge and he was now kneeling down in front of you with both hands on your knees, holding your legs apart as he eyes up your soaking wet cunt.

It almost makes you feel self-conscious, almost has you trying to squeeze your legs closed but Peter's firm grip and his superhuman strength stops you no matter how hard you strain against him, you simply cannot win against Peter in a battle of pure strength. The self consciousness erodes away and the words of discontent that were forming on your tongue are replaced by a porn-staresque moan as Peter dives in and licks a stripe up your cunt and latches his mouth onto your clit. `The sound causes Peters dick to twitch against his abdomen.

He hums against your clit, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were feeling, and slowly pushes a single digit into your weeping hole to start prepping you to take his cock. He pumps in and out of you, finger curling in and pressing against your gummy walls as he does, you moan at the combined movement and sensation of Peter sucking on your clit and feel the coil in your stomach already start to tighten once again.

Peters free hand trails up your abdomen with a featherlight touch that you barely feel over the pressure of him fucking his finger into you, you really only become aware of his other hand when he pinches at your nipple and pulls at the metal of the piercing, the pain melding in with the pleasure in such a way that your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and you miss the way Peter stretched you out by entering a second and third finger into you.

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, tighter that it ever has been and yet you doesn’t snap as Peter releases your clit with a ‘pop’ but he continues the ministrations with his fingers, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every thrust, “God princess, you taste absolutely amazing and feel so amazing clenching down on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clenching on my cock.”

The praise falling from Peter’s lips goes straight to your head and causes you to clench around his fingers even harder, he presses harder into your g-spot and pulls on your nipples once again causing a wanton moan to fall from your lips, the coil in your stomach starting to reach it’s breaking point. “You gonna cum again baby? Go on, cum all over my fingers and face.” Suddenly Peter’s sucking on your clit once again and your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as it overwhelms you and you see nothing but stars as your orgasm overwhelms your senses.

As you cum all over him, your juices squirting over his fingers and rolling down to his wrist, he removes his fingers and instead starts to lap up everything you have to give him, moving the hand on your nipple down to hold your waist against the bed as you begin to write in overstimulation of Peter tonguing your entrance.

The sound of a whine finally pulls Peter away from your pussy and he stands from where he was kneeling, your juices now coating his mouth from your explosive organism, you look angelic with your hair spread out in a halo around you and a blissed out expression on your face, eyes wide and chest rising up and down rapidly as you try and catch your breath. In between your breaths, you reach out to Peter and he gladly leans in, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue as you try and get as much of Peter as you can.

Peter is the first to pull away from the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, stopping occasionally to bite and suck on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. The sensations have you whining, desperate for more as your needy cunt clenches around nothing, “Peter…” Peter smirks into your skin and places a gentle kiss on your collarbone before he rises and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Need you…”

“Need me where princess? Come on baby use your words, tell me what you want”

“Please Peter…I need to feel you inside of me… please please fuck me” Your tone is begging, a whine falling from your lips at the end of the sentence, and who was Peter to deny you when you sounded so pretty begging for him inside you. Peter grips the base of his cock and rubs himself along your fold, coating himself in all your wonderful wetness as a lubricant, as the tip of his cock catches on your clit you let out another whine and Peter smirks at the sound. “Peter…please…enough teasing.”

Peter lines himself up with your entrance and looks up at you for confirmation and as you nod your head he slowly slides himself in, letting out a low groan at the sensation of you stretching and clenching around his cock. It's a groan that is drowned out completely by the moan you let out. Peter moves so slowly you can feel every part of his cock as it rubs inside of you, all the veins and ridges all piling onto the pleasure you’re experiencing and as he bottoms out inside you you let out a small, pleasurable whine.

You have never felt so full before in your life, no other partner you had filled you up just as much as Peter does, and it felt absolutely amazing. With Peter spending time prepping you to take him, you barely feel any pain and it takes only a second of Peter being fully sheathed inside you before you start beginning him to move, it’s a request he’s glad to fulfil as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you and starting an almost brutal pace.

As Peter thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails into the flesh, the pain of which combines with the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock and pulls a deep moan from Peter that has you dragging your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake to hear it again and again. Your own moans join in with Peters as his cock hits against either your g-spot or your cervix with every thrust, driving you absolutely insane with pleasure to the point that black dots began to gather in your vision as another orgasm rocks through you unexpectedly, a result of combining the after effects of your previous orgasm and the pleasure currently coursing through every nerve in your body.

Peter lets out a deep groan as you clench around him, eyes moving to watch his cock piston in and out of you and at the white ring of your cum that had gathered around the base, “Fuck princess you feel so fucking amazing on my cock, squeezing me so good.” You try and form words, anything to show Peter just how amazing he’s making you feel, but you can’t. The words die in the back of your throat and are instead replaced simply by whines and moans but they’re still sounds that make Peter’s cock twitch inside of you.

Peter continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own high, the pattern of his thrusts becoming irregular and scattered as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. “Fuck…princes I’m going to cum” He was going to pull out and cum on your pussy and stomach, never had any intention of cumming inside of you until your soft voice quietly calls out an “inside.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and something feral reflected in them, “You want me to cum inside you princess? Want me to fill you up?” You nod your head as best you can and Peter slows down his thrust

“Oh God, yes Peter…please fill me with your cum.”

Peter speeds up his thrusts once again, hips slamming hard against your pelvis and balls slamming against your ass, the squelching sound of your pussy and the slapping of skin fills the air and joins the erotic symphony of your combined moans as Peter chases his high, the only thought in his head being how pretty you’re going to look with his cum dripping out of your pussy. It doesn’t take long until Peter trusts become sloppy and he sheathes himself completely inside you, tip of his cock pressed right against your cervix as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside of you with a loud groan.

Peter almost collapses on top of you, but he stops himself by placing his forearms by your head and using them to support his weight as his eyes move over your face, watching intently as you catch your breath and slowly come back to reality after three orgasms. He gently brushes one hand across your face in an attempt to ground you and as he cups your cheek to rub a thumb across the skin, you reach for his hand and cup your own around it. “You okay?”

You nod and turn your head to place gentle kisses on the palm of Peter’s hand, which has him smiling down at you gently and placing his own soft kisses against your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You nod again, eyelids fluttering slightly and a small whine leaving your lips as Peter removes his cock from inside you, the stimulation a little too much. Peter whispers a gentle “sorry” and places more comforting kisses against your face and shoulders, the hand on your cheek continuing to rub against your skin to try and comfort you.

Peter places a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, the tenderness acting as such a juxtaposition to how deeply and roughly he had been fucking you moments before. You smile into the kiss, hand curling around the back of Peter’s neck to play with the baby hairs at the base. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a smile and pecks your nose gently, the cloudiness that had previously been in your eyes fading slightly as the skin to skin contact you have with him grounds you back to earth.

“Do you need anything? A shower, a bath, snacks?” You take a deep breath, pulling Peter down so he’s even closer and nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can and placing a light kiss against the skin, “A bath would be nice.” Your voice comes out soft and just above a whisper, had Peter not been deliberately paying attention he would have missed it.

“Okay princess, let’s run you a bath.” Peter goes to lift of you, but you keep him tight in your grip and wrap your legs around his waist, further restricting him from moving and going to draw you a bath. You let out a noise of discontent as he tries to pull away once again and Peter chuckles slightly at the sound. If you weren’t willing to let him go, then he was just going to have to carry you, which he did as he wrapped and arm around your waist for extra support and stood with you in his arms.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you”

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Tony approaches Natasha at the bar, wanting a drink but also a little curious as to where you had disappeared too. You were on his arm when you both entered the party, though you quickly separated from him to go and socialise with people your own age after you had greeted all the necessary benefactors and he remembers seeing you with Parker briefly and then with America and Shang-Chi, it was their first Avengers formal event so he assumed you were reassuring them, but he hadn’t seen you since and he was getting just a little worried.

Nat, having seen Tony on his way towards her, places a glass of scotch, neat, on the bar top and smirks to herself as he grabs the glass and downs it in on go before he starts questioning her. “Have you seen my daughter?”

Natasha lets out a small hum and leans forward on the bar, using her forearms to support her weight as she does so, “I might have.” Tony rolls his eyes at the Widow and lets out a huff of air, placing his empty glass down with a little more force than necessary.  Natahsa’s smirk grows into a knowing smile as she glances to the door that both you and a certain spiderling had disappeared out of about 2 hours earlier and had yet to return from. Tony follows her gaze and he feels his heart tightening at the thought you had left with someone, “She left with someone?”

Natasha nods her head, “‘Bout 2 hours ago.” Horror slowly fills Tony, you would only be away for that long for one reason and one reason only and it was not one he was ready to consider for you. Despite being 21 years old, you were still hes sweet, little girl and the thought of you being sexually active was horrifying. Not only that, most people here that weren’t members of the Avengers were his age and older and he did not want you mixed up with them and there were very few members of the Avengers around your age, well specifically one and as the thought crossed his mind Tony started to glare at nothing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so, “Parker”

Natasha laughed at Tony, a full belly laugh that had her throwing her head back as she did. After she settled down her laughter enough, she was able to grab onto Tony's shoulder to stop him from storming into your bedroom and seeing something he really did not want to see, “Oh come on. They’re young, let them have their fun.” Tony huffed out once again, as Pepper's voice filled his ears. He hadn’t even noticed her coming up beside him and taking his hand in hers to calm him down, though his temper flares again as Natasha speaks up once again.

“At least it’s not Barnes she’s running off with.”

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[moiravim]

Marvel characters react to you being upset

Moonknight

Steven- He would notice you feel upset when you are in bed much more than usual. He would plan out a self care day for the both of you. He'd buy skin care, bath bombs, and new 'aesthetic' clothing. He would make you your favorite teas and would make healthy snacks to share with you.

Marc- Marc would immediately know that your upset. He would start off by giving you more affection and making sure you know how much he loves you. After a few days if you seem to not be getting better he'll have a talk with you to see what's wrong. Eventually in the end the two of you would've solved whatever had been upsetting you.

Jake- He would notice when you start acting differently around him. Whether it's randomly acting more or less energetic he'd notice. He'd clear out both of your schedules and plan a vacation for the two of you. He'd pick something you like, maybe a beach, a hotel in the city, or renting a cute cottage house. He'd spend time with you doing whatever you chose to do. He'd go to stores, museums, parks, restaurants, or just stay home and relax. You'd both have fun and it would be a nice break from your usual life.

Loki

Loki would notice right away when your mood starts to change. He'd buy you a set of gifts to make sure you know he cares. There'd be jewelry, snacks, and other things you had told him you want. He would also gift you a dress and would convince you to dance with him. He would play his favorite music and would have plenty of fun with you.

Bucky

Bucky would take a few days to notice. When he does he immediately feels guilty. First he would convince you to start being more active with him. He would go on runs with you in the mornings and have you help him train. If that made you miserable he would start researching about mental health. He would talk to you and help you decide what method would help you best.

Stephen

Strange would know when you start feeling upset. He would know how much you've struggled and would do anything to make it all better. He'd buy you things you've told him about, and would plan a nice date. After your date he would invite your and his friends over to do something fun like games or a movie night.

Natasha

Natasha would notice you were starting to act differently. Eventually when you tell her she isn't supposed. The moment you tell her she immediately helps you. She'll cook your favorite meals and would prepare for a movie night. Natasha would have you help cook and the two of you would have fun all night. Eventually having a "mental health movie night" would become a monthly, sometimes weekly event.

Peter

Peter would notice immediately because of his powers. He would start spending more time with you, making sure you know he loves you. He'd plan dates and even have you sleep over at his house a few times. If you still felt just as bad he'd talk with you about it. He'd see if you felt comfortable with therapy and make sure you know it's okay to vent with him when you need him.

Steve

When Steve would notice you're upset he would start including you more. He would convince you to go out with him and Bucky and the three of you would have a fun day in the city. After he would relax with you in bed. He'd help you get into healthy habits you were starting to grow out of and would help you get back into the right mindset.

Tony

The day you come home upset Tony immediately clears up both of your schedules. The two of you would have a vacation to a place of your choice. He'd plan everything and would make sure your only doing things your comfortable with. He'd buy fun hotels that you'd enjoy and find activities that you'd like to do. He would do the planning unless you wanted to help. Either way both of you would enjoy your vacation together.

Matt Murdock

Matt would notice that you were upset fairly quickly. He would give you make sure to spend time with you more than he does and make you go out with him. If you still felt bad after that you and him would just talk about it and see if you can get to the bottom of the problem. After you do all of that he would relax at home with you until it all felt better.

Wanda

Wanda would be very worried when she realizes your upset. She'd use her powers to get an idea of why you are upset. She'd solve whatever was wrong as soon as possible. If it was school or work she would clear out your schedule and give you a break. If you felt left out she'd make sure to give you more attention. No matter what was wrong she'd find a solution and make you happy.

Bruce Banner

Bruce would set up a nice relaxing date for the two of you. He knew you had been upset the past few days so he wanted to do something special. He'd make snacks for the two of you to share while you both watched your favorite shows and movies. After you finished a few movies he'd surprise you with a few gifts. Small things that made him think of you. You'd continue watching TV until the both of you fell asleep together on the couch.

[deerfour]

Assassin Born From Fire - Part One

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of behind held at gunpoint, torture, mention of death, trauma, blood, injuries, swearing

Summary: It's not easy to live a double life at a facility that wants to use you to get people killed when one part of you loves to, and the other one hates it.

Word Count: 6.4k

Series Masterlist: Here!

~~Part One~~

The only thing that made you terrified was yourself.

Not the way you were, or the way you looked, or the idea of you having the powers of a thousand suns, but the change. How you could go from being a terrified child to a killer without a warning.

It scared the shit out of you every time you woke up and the memories floated back to the surface to give you one more sleepless night. Every time a mission was being put your way, it often ended that way if it wasn't something simple. It was almost never something simple.

The thing that was even more terrifying was that there was absolute nothing you could do about it.

It was those changes that made you the ultimate weapon for others to use as their own, but at the same time it made you the weakest of all warriors. You could kill without thinking twice, or you could crumble to pieces. That was the reason why you never got out on a mission by yourself, why someone held you under constant guard at all times. There was not a point when someone wasn't watching every step you took, every decision you made or every breakdown you had.

You were never alone, but still felt lonely at all times.

Although that was the case not even torturing the scared part of you was enough to keep you doing the job. There was no part of you that could do such a thing. It didn't matter that they had handed you a gun, pointed at a man and ordered you to kill him. After hours of being beaten and left in the dark for not listening to orders you couldn't bring that side of you forward when you had control.

You couldn't do it.

You couldn't kill.

Your reality was a maze of emotions that you gladly avoided. Some days nothing made sense and you just wanted to escape everything, just for it to turn around on one foot and you changed completely. You wanted to prove a point that was hidden in the mist. There was a darkness inside that grew for every time you pulled yourself through a mission and succeeded. But, when the other side of you was triggered, everything fell back to zero.

The first times it had happened you had been curling into a ball, or singing silently to yourself in a corner. Those had been failed attempts to calm yourself down and take you back to the times of smiles and laughter to avoid the stern looks and the radiating pain. Other times you would stare into the wall in waiting for something to happen to get your mind thinking. That didn't happen way too often though. But as the years passed you got used to it. The guilt after every mission she had succeeded with because she never failed.

The scarred child had grown up to a woman that hadn't changed. You had learned, but never changed. You could never in your life kill someone, but you would follow all other orders. If it was going undercover and infiltrating a system, or if it was to interrogate a prisoner. You would do it. Torture someone for days, or weeks, to get them to follow orders that higher ranks had been given them. You would do it. Sit for hours and listen to the screams of children as they were being put into such trauma that most of them died. You could endure.

Everything but killing.

It was a weird thing. To, for a moment, feel like you were a good person that just did your job, that followed your orders. That was the way it had always been and there was no reason for it to change when you got older. But to suddenly turn into a killer that didn't think twice. That made your head spin and nausea hit you without a second thought. How could such a thing freak you out when you had fought agents of all kinds? How could a slight change in your own personality make you want to cry when you had endured so much the past years?

If they wanted someone dead, they needed the other half. The uncontrollable half. The half that could kill anyone at any point. The half that you were terrified of. The half that left you with pieces that you needed to pick up and put together as best you could on your own. The half that returned whenever she felt like it was her time to shine. The half that they loved, because she had no stopping her.

When she took over it was like everything was a game and nothing mattered but the killing and the chaos. To see things getting destroyed and blown up was like a party for that half. When people screamed because of pain she laughed and you remembered that feeling. To feel happy and delighted by someone's pain, and it hurts even more than watching three year old's being tested on. She loved to take over and show her face. But for you, it was terrifying.

They didn't care about you enough to help you endure the aftermath of being locked up with your own thoughts. The only thing they cared about was getting through with their plans that you only knew the third part of, and they were never clear what exactly was expected. To ask questions was properly handled with different methods, whether it was being starved or burnt from the inside or ripped apart by blades was always a surprise to not look forward to. Simple enough, they threw you into a cell after the killing was done, letting you sleep for a day or two before you were yourself again. When that was done you either spent weeks alone in the dark, trained with guards or were being handed missions that didn't require killing. That was until they needed her.

If they needed that other part they could trigger it in a matter of seconds, and they knew that there was a risk of them dying every time, but it was worth it. According to them. According to you? It was a nightmare.

A nightmare that never ended, and the only way to escape for just a little bit was to either let the destruction follow or follow orders. If none of those were possible you would ask for some time to train your skills under supervision. Sometimes you were lucky and got to train for as long as you wished, and other times you got nothing but spit in the face back. During the long winter nights in a stone cell, where your only roommates were blood puddles that weren't all yours and rats that sometimes crawled across your body during the night, you often found yourself in a thinking space that left you feeling empty.

Today was such a day.

You had been locked up for what seemed to be two days with only two cups of water and some bread to keep you occupied. Several times you had asked for the opportunity to go train, but had been neglected every time, no one cared to hear your plea. Even if you couldn't tell time, you were pretty sure it had been two days from what you heard of the change of guards outside. Every third hour they changed guards, that was something you had picked up during a meeting several years from now. With that information you were able to tell the time, at least some of the times. After hours of being drugged to sleep you had no idea how many days had passed by, and you could only make guesses. Same when you slept because you chose to. Guards always stood right outside. Keeping you looked over if a less pleasant part came into view.

The door screeched open, but you kept your eyes slightly closed when the light from the hall hit your face. You hugged your knees to keep the little warmth that you could gather as your head was leaned back against the wall behind you. Footsteps came closer, one person, carrying the usual weapons of a guard, which included both a gun and a taser for long distance and if an attacker got close enough. Even if you couldn't hear it you knew that the guard was holding a needle in one of his hands that he probably held behind his back. But you kept your eyes closed, knowing that it was just a guard. You had heard it enough times to pick up if something were to be different from the usual, and if it was you were always prepared. After years of training and discipline you could perform hand to hand combat with blind eyes.

It was easy to tell which ones were guards and who were directors. Mainly because directors always announced their presence to get everyone saluting them, but also because guards sounded more when they walked with their uniforms and weapons. Never have you heard an intruder who came long enough to get into the cells and escape alive. They simply couldn't. That was one thing you knew from trying to escape several times during your time spent in this prison of a home. Like the first time when you had--

A hand grabbed over your arm and you snapped your eyes open, meeting the guard's. His brown eyes were capturing, his jaw sharp and clenched from what it looked like and his blonde hair was slicked back over his head. You had never seen the guard before.

He had never met you either because he thought you were sleeping. As he jumped back in surprise you chuckled deep in your throat. You couldn't count how many times that had happened when new guards had been getting the mission to take you somewhere or deliver something to you. It always worked. That was the funny part. Two other guards from outside scrambled inside and picked you up from the floor, keeping you standing by grasping your arms. You knew both of them. One being the general for your department from what you had heard, and the other one of the usual with his sparkling blue eyes, making you think of water. That's why you called him Water-boy every time you got the chance, and the best part was how offended he looked when you mentioned your nickname for him. Their gloves left marks that would sit for a few hours after this, but it was nothing that hurt you anymore. You grinned from ear to ear.

Both of the guards had their weapons ready to be drawn, not knowing which part had woken up. The first guard stepped in front of you, staring down at you where you stood grinning like an idiot while biting your tongue, still thinking how you had scared him. How he had been ready for the other half to be the one he had approached, and the way he had almost dropped his face in the thought of meeting her without a weapon in hand. That was a show if anything. That actually might be the only thing you could like about that half, that everyone kept their distance and gave you space. That it was because of fear was more of an unpleasant detail, but it didn't matter to you anyways. You'd rather them to fear you than to underestimate you.

You let yourself memorize his face, just like you had done with everyone else. His nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. Eyebrows plucked uneven, leaving the right one a little thicker than the other, just so slightly. The way his brown eyes turned serious the moment he stared down at you, trying to scare you with his stare.

This one was new. Interesting.

He looked at the two guards holding you and when they nodded for him to proceed he picked up a flashlight from his pocket. The new guard forcefully opened your right eye and put the light into your eye. It stung as usual, but it didn't hurt like it used to. Just as he stared into your eye you suddenly moved towards him and he jumped once more. He was tense in his entire body and it made you chuckle under your breath, the two guards beside you just holding tightly before motioning for the guard to continue. They didn't have all day standing here holding you in their arms when they had a whole facility to watch over. After he checked the other eye he nodded and both guards let go of you. Making you let out a sigh through your nose so they wouldn't hear it.

"You are very lucky today," the new guard spoke in a harsh tone.

"Is it my birthday or something?" you raised an eyebrow.

You actually didn't know when your birthday was, date or month or year was oblivious to you, but you knew that when the day came you got beaten. That was at least what they told you at the facility. 'It's your birthday today, you're very lucky', and then they kicked your ass without you being able to do anything about it. You had nothing else to believe, so you tried your best to count the days, see the temperature changes and maybe figure out at least a month. You had tried for nothing, because as the years passed you lost count on everything and all turned into a tornado that was too much of a battle to take care of for the moment.

One step at the time.

"Not that lucky," the guard from your left muttered, having been one of those who had delivered a yearly bruise over your eye.

"You're meeting with the head director. He has a mission for you," the first guard continued, ignoring the muttering from his coworker.

"Lucky me," you mumbled loud enough for the guards to hear the sarcasm covering your tone.

Water-boy glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, while the others just looked at you like you were insane. Even if it might be the case, you continued to stare down the newbie, making him feel as uneasy as you could by just being in your presence. The general was so used to seeing your gazes that he didn't even care about it, and instead sighed loudly at his time running away from him. New guard boy turned on the spot before one more of your comments entered the room, and he walked out into the dimly lit hallway. For a second you hesitated, but it was enough for the general to get impatient, so he grabbed your arm and launched you out into the corridor. If you only could fight back you would, but with your powers bound there was no use since the corridor outside was full with dozens of guards. You could never fight so many of them. Instead you followed the new guard and held your head high, not letting the fear invade your system.

The corridor's walls were covered with, not only guards that stared you down, but also doors made out of the thickest iron and steel in the world. Nothing could get through them. As you let your gaze travel over the doors you silently prayed to a god that had never heard you before that those inside of those doors would be freed from this prison some day. You knew perfectly well that there was someone behind each and everyone of those doors that divided the ranks at the facility. They were all different kinds of people, all from small children from this world to the next, and there were elders that had given up on their life but had no choice but to continue fighting. At first when you had arrived here you had thought you were all alone and the only one that knew of this pain, but when the night fell and you heard the cries of pain you knew you were incorrect. There were others. People who got treated just as bad, if not worse, than you. So, every time you get the chance you let your heart get dedicated to them; to somehow save them mentally. Their cries were nothing that bothered you anymore. You just slept through them, and tried your best to not think about how those screams would haunt you for the rest of your short life.

At the end of the corridor the guard locked it up with his green eyeball as a security code, and the door clicked open. You had seen this door unlocked a million times, but it still made your heart jump when you saw the halls beyond. They were a familiar place to you that wasn't special in any way, but the way the cold always seemed to linger there even during the winter gave you goosebumps. The corridors made out of stone and steel to keep you away from reality led through the facility to get to the administration offices. Just because they changed their appearance didn't mean that they gave you less creeps than before. Not only did the general and Water-boy walk at your sides but you were followed by nine guards that walked in unison. On your way there you tried your best not to think about what the mission could be, but you had your suspicions. At the end of the hall that turned left and right a few times that you didn't need to count, you reached three elevators that got you out from the dungeons. Following the new guard you got inside with five other guards that you had seen before at some point, one of them being a woman with an ugly scar that leaped from her forehead, through her eye and down to her chin. Making her blind in the right eye. Still, she fought with her other senses, which made her just as good as anyone else.

Your gut turned as you felt yourself going up, and even as it had happened so many times before you felt your knees buckle and if it hadn't been for the general and Water-boy you would've fallen to the floor. The walls in the elevator were made out of glass, which gave you the opportunity to look at the passing corridors. One being a familiar one. The way up you passed the medical bay where you could spot a man with an open wound screaming for help he didn't get. He had not been given any painkillers and you knew that he wouldn't be given anything any time soon. Either he would die by bleeding out, or he would die later by an infection. If he was strong he might survive a little longer, but from the way you could see his lungs from just a second of passing by made you realize that it would not happen. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, but it still aches in your chest, even if you keep staring without letting them know that the feelings are flattering around inside. They could never know your weakest point. That was a request for trouble, and them thinking that you were slowly turning into the warrior they desired.

A few floors upwards you came to the halls of the laboratories where you had spent hours strapped to a bed while they took blood from your veins. People in lab coats paused as they saw who was going up, and their eyes grew wide. Whatever that meant was their own business. You didn't care what they thought about you, or what the rumors said. That you were a killer was not a surprise, you just wished they could see the difference between a killer and a victim. So, when an old man that had been haunting your nights as a child saw you without giving away his fear you grinned. Nobody noticed the quick interaction between the two of you, but you knew that he was onboard with what you had just indicated. In a day or two he would ask for more tests being taken from you, but you didn't regret it.

As you, finally, got to the administration floor, which was way more sophisticated than the rest of the facility. It was weird how every part of the building looked so incredibly different, from the dungeon's gray stone walls to the plywood walls of the office where the only colors were wooden and black. It looked just as much as a prison as the one you were kept in. As the doors to the elevator opened the leading guard walked out, almost knocking straight into one of the workers that were currently holding a lot of papers in his arms. All of them fell to the floor, but as he was about to complain, you stepped out and he closed his mouth. Your mouth corners twitched as he began picking up his papers while his round glasses were sitting askew at the bridge of his nose, his black hair messy and the brown eyes keeping a target that was the floor. From what you could determine from his appearance he looked like he was in his forties, but of course you could not know for sure. If you were honest you knew that you were one of the best to identify people in the branch, and nobody could say anything else. There was a reason why you went undercover most of the ones the facility had in their grasp.

The guards didn't stop until you had taken thirty-five steps forward, made one left turn and then taken fourteen steps more. The newbie knocked on a big double door that opened just as he took a step back. You knew that inside stood two guards keeping the director under constant coverage to make sure that he was safe from enemies. From enemies that had become mine just as well as his. All of you stepped inside the grand office with bookshelves covering one of the walls, with at least a hundred copies, and the other wall had a fireplace with a pair of leather armchairs in front. The fire was lit and sparkled in your eyes as you let your gaze linger there for a moment, before facing the wooden desk in the middle of the room. A man, that you knew all too well, sat behind it reading through papers, not looking up as you approached. He eyed his papers, picking out a few to place on his left, while most of them were replaced in a drawer he had opened on his right. The head director didn't look up as you left the guards saluting to sit down in one of the black leather chairs before the desk.

"Leave us," he ordered, the guards thinking twice.

You were never left alone.

Not even for a moment, and definitely not with the head director in your grasp.

"Are you understanding English, general?" the man in a gray suit asked, still looking through his paper and writing a few things down in a notebook beside him.

"Ye- yes," the impatient guard that had been showing no signs of weakness just a moment ago, stammered.

"Then, what did I say?"

His voice was like a knife that cut through the air. A smirk crossed my lips as I gazed at the guard, which only made him gulp and open his mouth without any words leaving him. It was laughable. That little power that the director had of everyone, the power that was all that needed to be reminded about to make someone shake in fear. It was hilarious.

"You said 'leave us'," he reported, his gaze averting to yours once more and you saw the anger linger behind his dilated pupils.

"And who is following orders around here?"

"Me," he sighed. "But, she--"

"Will not hurt me. She knows better. I guess you checked her before bringing her up," he let his gaze rise to the guard, making him sweat.

"Yes, sir," he gulped before he signaled to the rest of the guards to leave you alone with the director.

You grinned at the newbie before he turned and walked after the rest of the guards that had already left the office. The ones that had been keeping the director under guard also left, making the office suddenly turn incredibly silent as the door closed behind them. You wanted to laugh at the way the general had been nervously picking around his collar as if he couldn't breath, but instead you turned around to face the director. The man with brown hair, that slowly turned gray as his suit from aging, stood up and began to walk around his desk. His eyes were locked with yours, but you just stared him down without a flinch even though you wanted to curl up in a corner.

"You are getting a new mission today. The most important one in your career."

Career, you wanted to mutter, but instead you kept your silence and leaned yourself backwards, putting your hands behind your head to keep him talking. Either this would end in a reasonable mission that could give you something in return, or it would be a one-time thing that wouldn't give you shit. One of your eyebrows got raised as he chuckled and sat down at the front of his desk before you. He knew that you wouldn't go along with any missions willingly if there was a killing part. Still, if that was the case he would just bring her out and she would burn the whole world, not caring about anything else than the flames. His eyes were a little narrowed from the chuckle, his arms crossed over his chest, and the wrinkles across his face slowly smoothed.

"We need you to go undercover for us, get us intel and then report back here. At the end of the deal, you'll kill the target."

"I won't kill."

You answered quicker than he thought you would, taking him aback, but only for a second before a smirk covered his thin lips. It was three simple words that didn't like being heard by anyone, but you said them nonetheless. You didn't care about what he thought about that one weakness. The weakness that forced him to bring out the messier part of you if he wanted something done. When you began telling him that you wouldn't kill for him he had been beating you personally, but as the years passed he let others do it. Every time there was a beating when you refused. He just waited for you to break enough for him to not have to make you do as you were told through violence. It took his time.

"I know that, believe me," he chuckled and looked you straight in the eyes, burning into your orbs. "But this is different. This mission is special for you and your work here."

"Continue," you spoke as he paused.

"Is it interest I'm hearing?"

"Impatience," you corrected him without moving a muscle.

"Very well then. You will not be having any guards watching over you this time."

"What?"

It didn't mean to sound like you were surprised, but you couldn't hide it in your voice. You cursed yourself mentally afterwards when you saw the cold smile that crept over his wrinkly face. Long ago you had learned that surprise was enough for your enemy to know weakness. The easiest way to bring someone down was to use surprise against them, and even if you knew this better than anyone, this made you still let your chin drop. He clicked his tongue to make this more dramatic than what it actually was. A minute ticked down that felt like an hour. Was he seriously letting you out on a mission on your own? Without any guards watching you from a distance to make sure that you didn't try to flee. This was something new. And that meant that there was a catch. There was always a catch when it came to the director.

"It's too risky. We can't have you being discovered, and people sneaking too close to the Avengers Compound will raise suspicion."

"Avengers Compound?"

You had heard about the Avengers on several occasions during your time in imprisonment. They were the thing that stood between the facility and getting full power, but taking them out had been shown to be harder than they had first thought. It seemed like a new idea had arised, and you didn't like the sound of that for some reason. Other than them being complete assholes to the organization, you knew that one of their heroes had been the Winter Soldier. One of the strongest warriors from the facility. Made into the ultimate weapon with mind control and a code to make him do anything. It had been an experiment that had been prepared to be done to others. You included. Sadly it never did.

"You will go undercover as an intern there, and find everything we want to know about their plans, and how much they know of us. You will be there for as long as needed, and we have found a place for you to live during your time there since coming back here every day might be a bit of a journey."

It sounded reasonable, but you didn't trust this yet. Something was not adding up to you. If you were just getting inside as an intern to find information, then why would you need to kill? There was no reason if the only thing he looked for was facts, because that was something you could gather easily.

"So, what do you say?" he asked as you stared at him, drowning in your thoughts.

You looked him in the eyes, knowing there was something he didn't say. Something he was hiding to make this mission easier, and hiding things that you might want to know was never a good idea. You would find the clues to his secrets and find out what he was keeping away from you to keep his ship sailing. Secrets were nothing you had ever appreciated. But at the same time this mission was the first one you would go out on your own. Something you had dreamed to be able to do since the first one you ever went to. After failure and successes you had never gotten this big of an opportunity, and that was something new, something that you wished for. To wish for things here was not a wise choice in life. But you had nothing to lose except for your life, and that was not much to keep protected in the first place. The freedom of being alone in the real world was calling your name, and it made the decision even harder to make.

"How will I report back here if I won't be seeing you any time soon?"

"Simple," the man spoke and got back to his side of the desk.

Phones would've been the easy answer, but they were traceable. The facility never worked with things that were traceable. Too risky. You leaned forwards with your elbows on your knees as you glanced his way. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small little metallic device that was round with an octopus on the top. You felt a chill run down your spine, but he still handed the device your way. Without thinking twice you took it from him. The metal felt cold in your warm hands as you looked at it while the man explained.

"You just simply push the button at the right side and you will call my office," as he said this you pushed the bottom and a similar looking device beeped at his desk. He placed his finger across the octopus and a hologram appeared over it showing your face and half your upper body, currently looking at something. It scared you seeing that face, making you gasp and throw the device across the desk. You could imagine him smiling, not reaching his eyes, but your gaze was trapped at the hologram.

The device landed before the man and he appeared on the other device as well, the one you were staring down. You gasped slightly at how detailed it was, showing all in such a close up that it was impossible to miss out on something. When you gazed back at the one you had been holding it now also showed a hologram, you. It showed both ways. You stood up from the chair and walked around the one that had been on his desk in the first place, but it still showed you. It was showing in all directions. Showing everything with a pulse and warmth to it.

"Something wrong?" he asked, and you felt a sting at the back of your neck.

"No, everything's fine. Who am I assigned to kill?"

He seemed surprised by the question, showing by his body stiffening a little bit, short enough for someone with an untrained eye to look through, but for you. It was clear that he thought you would actually do it. He should know better than that at this point in your deal. The thought of your freedom didn't make you spin that far away. You didn't kill, but followed all other orders without questions. That was the deal for you to keep this little part of yourself standing.

"Tony Stark."

"Iron Man?"

Even here you knew who the famous Tony Stark was. The richest man in all of the United States, might even be the whole world. You had just heard him during a few meetings during brief conversation, and at some point you had gotten your hands on a file about him that you just read the first page off.

"Yes, Iron Man. The one owning the Avengers Facility, or compound, or whatever they wanna call that stone block. I need him gone for my project to be complete. It's your mission to get him out of my way so I can continue without having to worry about him disturbing me."

He sounded bitter. Not focused on what you would say at the moment, giving you the perfect opportunity to slink in a simple question that you hoped wouldn't raise any suspicion.

"And what's your project?"

Somewhere you knew that you wouldn't get an answer to that question, but you still wanted him to tell you more. Maybe you could get him to crack what he was hiding, if only for a moment so that you could read his feelings. This game was being played well from his side, but you needed to win. For once, you needed to win to know if it was worth it.

If the freedom was worth it.

This might be the mission of your lifetime, just as he had spoken. You hated that truth, and you hoped for all your life that it was a lie, even if you knew that it wasn't. This would determine your whole future here. If it went well you would be treated with respect, and might even rise in the ranks for the first time in several years. There was also a possibility that you would fail the director, which would leave him with no choice but to put you down once again.

Just as he had done a million times before.

"Stupid question," he simply spoke before a burning pain ran through your body, before you got a moment to read anything from his body language.

From the randomness of the lightning that spread across your body you fell down to your knees, letting out a yelp in pain. You didn't mean for the sudden scream to erupt from within, but being unprepared for your blood being boiled from within, hurt more than you could remember. If you had been prepared you would've been able to hold in the screams for at least a minute before the tingling would've gotten to you. There was no way you could ignore the pain that pierced your skin when it came out of nowhere. It streamed up and down your body, thousands of nails biting at your skin, trying to poke a hole into it. Your hands turned into fists that you lost the feeling of first. The numbness traveling up your arms. Your screams echoed through the administration offices, but no one cared. The ones that bothered to stop for a moment didn't try to find you. There was never someone looking.

"Are you ready for the mission, assassin?"

The question was hard to hear when the only thing in your ears was beeps and crackling, and the burning of your own skin crawling across you, eating at your brain. Still, you could hear the words as if they were being told straight into your head. There was no way for you to handle the question and get up with an answer as your body twitched and you fell to the floor. Suddenly it stopped and you breathed for air, trying to collect yourself, and getting ready for one more zap. It didn't come. You were just laying there, defeated on the floor, and you tried to think through his question, but it had disappeared. If you didn't get up and said something he wanted to hear it would come back. Your skin burning in a way that you could never manage to do on your own.

So, instead of standing your ground to prove something that wasn't worth the time, you got up. You rose from the ground, slowly but surely as your body was harder to control. Being numb in your fingers, toes and calves made it impossible to get up completely on your feet. Instead, you looked up at him from beneath your hair that had been falling in your eyes. He had a smirk on his face, knowing that you would agree to this. You would follow through, even if you didn't kill him. You would find the information they needed and then they would let her escape. With heavy breaths you let your eyes gaze over to the hologram that showed a clear picture of the director that smirked your way. Knowing that he had defeated you once again, and that there was nothing you were going to do against it. Knowing this, you locked eyes with him through the hologram and let one word escape your lips.

"Always."

[jpnriikicore]

i love your ethan landry spiderman fics sm!!! 🤍 can i please request one were yn (tony stark! daughter) feels a bit left out by her father?

we all know tony stark is rich rich, so maybe instead of being there he gives her money or stuff like that. or maybe he's just too busy being iron man to actually be there for his daughter. anyways, ethan finds yn feeling down and comforts her :) maybe a mwah too...

i hope I'm not bothering you, thanks anyway!! have a good day

title: his lips are like a drug

word count: 355

paring: spider-man!ethanlandry x tonystarks!daughter!reader

author’s note: hii ! thank you for requesting ! hope you enjoy and have a good day / night ! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you’re familiar with your dads absence and the solitude of being alone in the big mansion the your residence at. your dad wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he was never really truly there. he would be working and as selfish as it sounds you wished at times he would stop being iron man and be tony stark, your dad.

you received another package from the door step. opening the cardboard box revealing an tiny gold and white box with an expensive necklace placed neatly on the plush velvet. you had mentioned this necklace during a dinner before he left three months ago. at least he remembered. a note attached to the box caught your eye saying something about an excuse on why he couldn’t come back home yet. that whatever he was doing with the avengers is taking longer than expected and won’t be back home until a few more weeks.

you decided to go visit a specific boy, ethan landry or better known as spider-man. he seemed to help you forget about all your problems and fills the void that your father left. that’s how you found yourself at his and chad’s shared apartment bathroom right now trying to keep yourself distracted.

your lean heavily against the bathroom sink, breathing heavily. your one second away from having a breakdown.

your eyes are watery and red since you been crying. your heaving for breath as if you’ve just been chased. the tip of your nose is red and your eyelashes are clumping together.

"what happened, y/n?" ethan asked, now holding you in his embrace of his apartment’s bathroom floor. the material of his spider-man suit rubbing against the bare skin of your hip.

"my dad." you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. your eyes start to water again. he pulls your head to lean on his chest.

"let it out," he said, stroking your hair letting you crumble in his arms. you hold onto him as if his your lifeline. "everything will be fine." he promised, as you bunch up the fabric of his spider-man suit bringing him down to meet your lips.

his lips are like a drug that made you forget about everything in the world.

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[morganwrites12672]

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This is what won the poll!

Summary: Tony finds out Peter has been sneaking in and out of your room.

Warnings/Tags: kissing, fluffy, fluff, minor angst, barely even angst, dad! tony x reader, Peter Parker x reader (romantically), established relationship,

Rating: PG-13

Peter snuggles into your chest. He took every opportunity he could to sneak up to your room. Anytime Tony would get suddenly busy, or need to do something solo, Peter snuck off.

This was what led to your current predicament. Not that you were complaining, you loved it when Peter had a second to spare.

Peter wouldn't have to sneak around...bjt your dad has a very strict 'no dating heros' policy. It made sense, he always used the amount of times he has missed dates with your mom or out her in danger as an excuse.

But, you didn't care. You couldn't help that you fell in love with Peter. And Peter couldn't help the fact that he fell in love with you. Or that he was spiderman. It just happened.

You ignore the thoughts of what would happen if your dad found out and focus on peters soft snores. He finally fell asleep.

You thread your fingers through his brown curls as he sleeps. He was adorable every day, but even cuter when he sleeps.

He lets out a quiet groan as he snuggles even deeper into your warmth. God, he was so fucking cute.

You close your eyes and allow sleep to overtake you. You could forget about your dad long enough to enjoy a nice nap with your lover.

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"What did I say?" Your dad lectures. You had been asleep for, maybe five minutes, and your dad walks in. That led to you and Peter being drug to his office.

Your dad grips the edge of his desk and groans. He was pissed. He had one rule, one simple rule, and you both broke it.

"I'm sorry," you say. Your dad rolls his eyes, he knows that's complete bullshit.

You weren't sorry that you were dating Peter. You were only sorry that you and Peter had gotten caught.

"Why? Why couldn't you listen to me. Just this once," your dad lectures. "This isn't going to end well," he points between you and Peter. And then he lingers on your hands that are clasped together.

"It wi-" Peter begins to say. He is promptly cut off by your dad.

"It wont. What happens when you miss your kids birthday party because Spider-Man is needed?" Tony asks "You know how many times I have let down Yn or pepper? All because of ironman," he reminds.

You think about all of the times something had happened and your dad had to leave. It hurt. You didn't even want to think about doing that to another person. Not knowing if their dad was going to come home alive.

"What's your solution?" Tony asks.

"I'm not going to be spiderman forever. I'll retire the suit before we have kids," Peter suggests.

"Not every superhero is like you dad. Not every one of them is going to never retire," you point out.

"You." Tony says, the words are stuck in his throat, ",have my blessing," he grumbles. He couldn't keep you to apart and he knew it. you had Stark blood, being stubborn was a second nature

You and Peter smile before thanking your dad.

You could be together.

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When Worlds Collide: Friends or Enemies?

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind. 

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

AO3

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You groaned as you came to, pain shooting throughout your body. You whimpered as you looked around, dirt falling on your face.

“May.”

You tried to sit up, gasping when you fell back, hardly even moving an inch.

“Peter?”

You tried moving again, huffing.

“Come on.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief when you managed to free your hands, feeling around. Something hard was on top of you, keeping you pinned. You tried to move it again, gasping as it was lifted off you, lights shining down on you, causing you to close your eyes as they blinded you.

“We’ve got a survivor.”

Hands descended on you, helping you sit up as you coughed.

“It’s YN Stark.”

One of the men knelt in front of you, skinning their light in your eyes.

“Miss Stark, are you alright?”

You nodded slowly, taking a few deep breaths as you looked around.

“Where’s May and Peter?”

They didn’t answer you as they helped you stand, holding onto you as they led you out of the building.

“Where is May and Peter?”

You gasped when you saw the destruction outside the building, looking around. Police cars were on fire, some flipped over, most of the ground in ruins.

“Oh my god.”

You stopped walking, pulling your arm free from their grasp as you looked up at them.

“I’m not asking again, where are May and Peter?”

The officer turned towards you, huffing.

“Peter Parker is an escaped fugitive and May Parker is dead.”

You gasped, shaking your head as tears formed in your eyes.

“No, no, no. No.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, looking over at the officer.

“No, you’re not. I am.”

He made a face, opening his mouth to say something when you lifted your hand, punching him in the face. He fell to the ground as you shook your hand, wincing at the flair of pain. 

“Seriously, what the hell did Strange do to me?”

You slightly kicked the officer, nodding slightly when he didn’t move, passed out, as it started to rain, the rain mixing with the blood and dirt that covered you.

“Tragedy. What else can I call it? What more need be said?”

You made a face, looking up as you dropped your hand, seeing Jameson, causing you to clench your jaw.

“The damage. The destruction. You saw it with your own eyes. When will people wake up, and realize that everywhere Spiderman goes, chaos and calamity ensue. Everything Spiderman touches comes to ruin.”

You walked towards him, balling your hands into fists.

“And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces. J. Jonah Jameson, reporting. Good night and god help us all.”

“Jonah.”

He jumped, turning towards you, his eyes wide as he looked you over, no doubt eyeing the blood that you were covered in.

“YN.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“It’s Miss Stark to you.”

Jonah huffed, glaring as he waved his hand towards his cameraman, motioning for him to resume recording, but you could care less. Jonah always had something to say, his opinionated remarks causing you to have headaches every time you heard his voice.

“Should’ve known you’d be here, Miss Stark. Protecting the Parker’s still? You know, he’s a murderer now, for real this time. You can’t protect him.”

You huffed, stepping closer to him, swinging your arm, punching him in the face. He fell to the ground, looking up at you as he rubbed his face, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“You hit me.”

He turned, looking over at his cameraman, raising his voice.

“She hit me!”

Your glare hardened as you walked towards him, bending down and picking him up by the collar of his shirt, a flash of lightning striking.

“I can do a lot worse than that, John.”

He shook his head, whimpering slightly as he started to shake in fear.

“You wouldn’t. Not on live television and the cops standing fifty feet behind you.”

“I wouldn’t care. You hurt my family. I have nothing to lose.”

“Pet- Peter, he left.”

You glanced over at the cameraman, watching as he tensed, shaking.

“What?”

“Peter, he left. Before the cops stormed the building he left.”

You looked back over at John, glaring at him as you set him down.

“Watch your back John.”

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“Still nothing?”

“No.”

MJ walked towards the table, sitting down, rubbing a hand against her forehead, looking over at the box.

“I’m gonna press it.”

“What?”

Ned shook his head, sitting up.

“No.”

“I know he told me to wait, but I’m gonna do it. We don’t know where he’s at or YN.”

“I just, I just wish that we could see him.”

There was a small sparkle of light, flickering before it disappeared.

“Ned?”

“Yeah?”

“Do that again.”

Ned nodded, his eyes wide as he waved his hands.

“Yeah. I just wish we could see him.”

He moved his hands, the circle slowly growing bigger.

“I just wish we could see Peter.”

The portal appeared, no longer flickering.

“Salamangkero!”

Ned glanced over at his Lola, nodding.

“Lola you’re right. I am magic.”

Ned and MJ looked over at the portal, seeing a figure at the end of the alley, causing them to squint.

“Is that him?”

“Yeah, yeah. It has to be.”

“Peter. Peter!”

“Hey, Peter! Peter!”

Peter ran through the portal, Ned’s Lola screaming.

“Hi. Hi! No, no, no.”

He took his mask off, gasping as he held his hands up in front of him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m a nice guy.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Peter Parker.”

“That’s not possible.”

“I am Spiderman. In my world. But then, yesterday? I was- I was just here.”

Peter walked around, his eyes wide, causing MJ and Ned to tense as they watched him.

“Wow. String theory, multidimensional reality and matter displacement.”

He looked over at MJ and Ned, his eyes wide.

“All real?”

“Yeah.”

“Knew it!”

“This has to be because of the spell.”

Peter turned, looking over at them, gasping.

“The spell? Like magic spell?”

“There’s no spell.”

“No spell. No.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Magic’s real here, too?”

“I mean-”

“Shut up, Ned.”

“No, it’s not real.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean- there’s magicians and stuff, but there’s no like-”

“Stop it. Stop. Stop.”

MJ looked over at Peter, waving her finger at him.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’re Peter Parker.”

Peter shrugged, shaking his head.

“I don’t carry an ID with me, you know? Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing?”

MJ glared slightly as she picked a roll up, throwing it at him, causing him to make a face as it bounced off him, falling to the floor.

“Why’d you do that?”

“To see if you have the tingle thing.”

He nodded, shrugging slightly.

“I have the tingle thing, just not for bread.”

MJ lifted another roll, causing him to sigh.

“Can you not throw the bread again? You’re a deeply mistrusting person. And I respect that.”

He jumped up, touching the ceiling with his hand, sticking to it.

“Crawl around.”

“Crawl around?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes. Crawl around.”

“Why do I need to crawl around?”

“Cause it’s not enough.”

“This is plenty.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“How do I stick to the ceiling?

MJ threw the roll she was holding at him, hitting him in the face.

“Do it.”

“Ned.”

Ned turned from where he was watching Peter, looking over at his Lola.

“Sabihin mo diyan sa mamang yan, na alisin yung agiw sa sulok. Ha?”

Ned nodding, turning back towards Peter and pointing towards the corner.

“My Lola’s asking if you could just get the cobweb there.”

Peter nodded, sticking his mask in his mouth.

“Yeah.”

He kicked his legs up, crawling towards the corner, getting the web before he dropped down to the floor, landing in front of the portal.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, looking over at MJ.

“We’re go-”

He huffed, grabbing his mask, holding his arms out.

“We’re good?”

“For now.”

Ned turned towards MJ, nodding slightly.

“So, I opened the wrong portal to the wrong Peter Parker.”

Peter’s eyes widened when the portal closed, throwing his arms up.

“Yeah. I guess you just keep doing it until you find the real one.”

“Ouch.”

MJ glanced at Peter, shrugging.

“No offense.”

She looked back over at Ned, nodding.

“Okay. You got it.”

“Find Peter Parker.”

“What’s the thing on his hand?”

MJ shot Peter a look as she shushed him, causing him to step back, lifting his hands up in front of him as he mouthed ‘sorry.’

“Find Peter Parker. Find Peter Parker!”

A portal opened behind them, causing them to turn, Ned huffing as the person walked through the portal.

“Great, it’s just some random guy.”

“Hello.”

He lifted his hand, waving as he smiled.

“I hope it's okay, I just came through this-”

He turned, pointing to the portal, slightly making a face as he turned back towards them.

“Oh it just closed.”

“You’re Peter?”

“Yeah. Peter Parker. I- I’ve seen you two-”

Lola waved at him, causing him to smile as he returned the wave.

“Hi.”

He looked back at the other Peter, making a face as he walked behind the table.

“Wait. He’s- he’s not your friend.”

They both shot their arms out, shooting a web at each other as they flipped, dodging the webs. The older Peter shot another web at the younger Peter’s web shooter, causing him to grin as he looked down at his web shooter.

“Huh.”

Ned shook his head, looking between them both.

“Wait. So you’re Spiderman too? Why didn’t you just say that?” “I generally don’t go around advertising it. Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

“I said that.”

“That’s what he just said.”

“Ikaw, ha? Nagkalat ka nanaman. Linisin mo lahat ng mga basura mo dito. At ikaw? Alam mo na gusto ko itong bahay natin, maayos. pero tingnan mo, dumi dito, dumi doon.”

“My Lola’s asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot.”

“Oh. Sorry Lola.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“Goodnight Lola.”

“Night Ned’s Lola.”

The younger Peter picked the webs up as the older Peter walked towards MJ and Ned, Lola huffing.

“This might seem kind of weird, but I’ve been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just had this sense that he needs my help.”

“Our help.”

“He does. We don’t know where he is. And, umm, honestly, right now, we’re all he really has left.”

“Well, is there some place, that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a- a place where he would go to just-”

“Get away from everything?”

“For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building.”

“Empire State. Better view.”

“That is a sweet view.”

MJ nodded, thinking about all the possible places Peter could’ve gone to.

“Yes. Yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be.”

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Walking down the streets of the city, you tried to think of where Peter could be, or even MJ and Ned. But your head was hurting too much, and your steps were growing sluggish. You jumped slightly when your phone went off, reaching in your pocket for it, surprised to see the only damage done to it was a scratch in the corner.

“Hello?”

“Miss Stark, I’m so sorry but they just stormed in and they said they have Happy-”

You stopped walking, tensing as you leaned against the side of a building.

“Wait, Maria, Maria take a deep breath, okay? Who’s there?”

“NYPD. They said they have a warrant-”

“Put them on.”

There was a commotion on the other end before it settled, a familiar voice speaking, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Miss Stark.”

“Officer Dimwit. Harassing people again, are we?”

“I have a warrant for your arrest, Stark.”

You made a face, tilting your head to the side.

“Do you now? Whatever for?”

“Destruction of public property, assaulting a police officer, and assaulting a news reporter.”

You made a face, slightly shaking your head.

“Destruction of public property? I haven’t-”

“The building was in your name. You were found in the middle of the destruction, where a body was found.”

You tensed, looking around.

“Are you charging me with murder?”

“If I have anything to say about it, yes.”

You clenched your jaw, hanging up without a response, powering your phone down completely before you threw it, watching as it shattered against the side of the building. You stuck to the shadows as you made your way through the city, avoiding anything that even slightly resembled cops. Walking into an empty diner, you looked around, jumping slightly when a waitress walked out from the back.

“Hello and welcome to-”

Her eyes widened when she saw you, slightly shaking her head.

“Oh sweetie, are you okay? Do I- would you like me to call the cops? Get you some help?”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“No, I uh- could I use your phone?”

She nodded, offering you a smile.

“Of course sweetheart.”

She grabbed the phone, meeting you halfway, handing it to you.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, offering her a small smile.

“Thank you.”

She nodded, and you watched as she walked back into the back before you dialed, holding the phone up to your ear.

“I’m sorry, but all calls are being redirected unless you are-”

“Maria.”

There was a gasp and then a clattering sound, causing you to grin slightly.

“YN?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay? They-”

“Are they still there?”

“No. They left after you hung up.”

“Good, I need you to listen carefully, okay?”

“Of course.”

“Call Matt Murdock. Tell him what’s happened and ask him if he could find Happy and help him. I’ll double his pay.”

“Yes mam.”

“Okay, then have Friday make sure the place is safe and secure and then go into my dad's lab. Have her show you where the safe is-”

“Your dad’s lab? Are you sure? You said the labs were off limits.”

You smiled softly, nodding.

“I know what I said, but I’m taking it back, okay? Friday will help you get into the safe. I’ll need you to send it to my location.”

“Okay, and what’s your location?”

“Wherever Peter is.”

“And that is?”

“I don’t know. I can’t find him. That’s another thing I need you to do.”

“Find out where Peter is?”

“Yes. And just have it with what’s in the safe. But whatever happens, don’t let them find out where Peter is, or what’s in the safe.”

“Yes mam.”

“And Maria?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You both said your goodbyes, and after hanging up you set the phone on the counter, slipping out before the waitress could come back. All you had to do now was wait, and hope that Peter didn’t get into any more trouble before you could find him.

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Luckily the rain had stopped, leaving you with a s;ight chill as you walked. Your head was pounding, your arms and legs aching. You’d decided to stop, just for a moment's rest when a hand was placed over your mouth, another wrapping around your middle, causing you to tense as you tried to break free from they’re grasp as they pulled you into the alley.

“YN. YN. Mel, stop. Stop, it’s me.”

He dropped his hands, letting you go as you turned, your chest heaving as you hit his arm.

“Matt, what the hell!”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Sorry.”

“You know you’re not supposed to just grab people!”

You shook your head, huffing slightly.

“What’re you even doing here? And how’d you find me?”

He smirked, slightly shaking his head.

“I always find you, Mel.”

You huffed, muttering as you shot him a slight glare.

“Shut up.”

“And, Maria sent me.”

You gasped, your eyes widening.

“Maria? Is Happy okay?”

“Yes. All he did was stop th-”

Matt stopped talking, slightly making a face as he stepped closer to you.

“Matt?”

“You’re injured.”

He cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Uh, yeah.”

He shook his head, his voice growing deeper as he slightly growled.

“You should be healed.”

You nodded, tensing when he skimmed his fingers over the cut on your forehead.

“Wizard whammied me. Powers are kaput, so my healing’s apparently kaput too.”

“What happened?”

You shrugged, sighing softly.

“Got into a fight with a lizard. Fell a couple of stories. Got blown up. Crushed under some debris.”

“Mel-”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine.”

You shook your head, looking up at him.

“If Maria told you where I was, then do you have it?”

Matt huffed, nodding as he reached into his pocket, holding his hand out towards you. You tilted your head to the side, causing him to grin as he nodded.

“Right.”

He turned, placing the small box on top of the table that had had junk thrown on it.

“I forgot about that.”

You shook your head as you shot him a grin, grabbing the box and opening it. You smiled slightly as you pulled the bracelet on, watching as the nanos appeared, configuring to your hand, forming a small gauntlet.

“What is it?”

You looked it over, the colors glistening when it caught the light, smiling softly. Your dad wanted to make it all violet to match your powers, but you’d wanted your dad’s colors to be incorporated, and after some back and forth, he’d agreed.

“Something my dad made. It has a small concentration of my powers in it. For emergencies. Something tells me I’m gonna need it before this is all over.”

“Maria also found Peter.”

You turned, looking up at him.

“Where is he?”

“Your friends are going to school, apparently he’s there.”

You sighed, nodding.

“Of course he’s at the one place I didn’t think to look.”

You turned, moving to walk out of the alley when Matt grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you back to him.

“Matt!”

“You’re not going to the school.”

You turned, glaring up at him.

“The hell I’m not. If Peter’s there then I need to be there.”

“You’re injured. You can’t just walk to the school. The streets are heavily patrolled now, looking for both you and Peter. If you get arrested, you won’t be able to help Peter.”

“I’ve been doing just fine on my own.”

“You can hardly stand.”

You shook your head, glaring up at him.

“I am going to the school, Mathew.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m not saying you can’t go the school, but yo-”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“That is exactly what you just said.”

“YN, just let me help you, okay? You’re injured, and you need to get checked out.”

“My powers’ll come back and I’ll be good as new. I don’t need to be checked out, I need to be with Peter.”

Matt sighed, clenching his jaw.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll take you to the school myself.”

He lifted his finger when you went to say something, shaking his head.

“And no arguing. It’s either I take you to the school, or I take you to my apartment.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Fine. You can take me to the school.”

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“I’m handling your case.”

You shook your head, looking over at him.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No. You’ve done enough.”

“YN.”

“Mathew.”

He grinned, causing you to huff as he held his hand out towards you, helping you climb through the window.

“I’m serious. You have done enough. I don’t want you handling my case.”

“You know you can’t stop me.”

You tilted your head to the side, crossing your arms over your chest, causing Matt to grin as he laughed slightly.

“Okay, right now, you can’t stop me. So, until you get your powers back, I can do whatever I please.”

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Matt-”

He turned towards you, shaking his head.

“You can’t stop me, Mel.”

You sighed, nodding.

“Fine. But I don’t like it.”

Matt grinned, nodding.

“I know.”

He opened the door, cocking his head to the side.

“He’s up there. Are you sure I can’t help you up there?”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“No. You’ve done enough. Besides, you have to get started on my case.”

Matt laughed, nodding.

“You’re right.”

You grinned, nodding.

“Always am.”

Matt shook his head as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hairline, gently squeezing your side.

“Get those wounds checked out.”

“I will.”

You turned to walk up the stairs, Matt leaning forward.

“I mean it Mel.”

You nodded, smiling softly.

“I will, promise.”

He nodded, standing at the entrance for a few seconds before he turned, shutting the door. You took a few deep breaths, leaning against the wall before you started to make your way up the stairs.

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“I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me with great power-”

“Come’s great responsibility.”

Peter made a face, shaking his head as he looked over at the older Peter.

“Wait, how do you know that?” 

“Uncle Ben said it, the day he died. Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter.”

“She didn’t.”

Peter looked over at you as you walked around the corner, your chest heaving as you leaned against the air unit, his eyes widening.

“Mel!”

He ran towards you, slamming into you as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re okay.”

He leaned back, shaking his head as he looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“I- I couldn’t find you and May- May she’s-”

You nodded slightly as you reached out, wiping his tears before you hugged him.

“I know. It’s okay Peter.”

He shook his head into your neck, sniffling.

“I don’t know what to do now.”

You smiled softly as you leaned back, reaching up and pushing his hair out of his face, ruffling it slightly, causing him to shoot you a small grin.

“Now we finish it.”

You gasped a small laugh when MJ and Ned came up next to you, wrapping their arms around you and Peter, all of you hugging.

“She’s hurt.”

You tensed at the unfamiliar voice, pushing Peter and the others back behind you, glaring at the two figures.

“Who the hell are you?”

Peter shook his head as he moved in front of you, standing between you and the two men, his eyes wide.

“Hey, no, no, no. They’re the good guys, not the bad guys.”

You scoffed, slightly shaking your head.

“That tells me so much Peter, thank you.”

Peter nodded, looking back at the two men, shrugging slightly.

“Okay, that’s fair. They’re uh, so you know the spell brought people here who knew Spiderman?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, meet me, from other universes.”

“What?”

“Peter.”

“Parker.”

You scoffed, shooting them both a look.

“What?”

The older one nodded, offering you a small smile.

“Peter Parker.”

The younger one lifted his hand in a small wave, nodding.

“Also, Peter Parker.”

You nodded slowly, relaxing only slightly as you stumbled.

“My head hurts too much for this.”

Peter tensed as he rushed towards you, holding onto your arms.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

You huffed a slight laugh, looking down at him.

“I fought a lizard and a building and the building won.”

Peter made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“What?”

“Falling hurts more than I remember. So does getting blown up.”

“Are you- are you high?”

You gasped, looking down at him.

“Peter! Starks drink. We only get high when we’re teens.”

“You didn’t.”

You snorted, shaking your head.

“That you know of.”

He laughed, slightly shaking his head as he grew serious, shooting you a look.

“Mel, if you’re not high, are you drunk?”

“With my tolerance? No.”

You lifted your shirt, Peter’s eyes widening when he saw the long cut along your side, bleeding. It wasn’t as heavy as before, but it was still bleeding enough for worry.

“I think it’s the blood loss.”

“Mel!”

You shrugged, wincing.

“What? I didn’t know it was this bad! I’ve been walking around looking for you! And Matty didn’t say anything-”

Peter made a face, shaking his head.

“Matty? Who is Matty?”

You tilted your head to the side, huffing slightly. 

“Well he did say I needed to get checked out but it’s not like I could go to the tower because Officer Dimwit’s got an a warrant out for my arrest.”

“Why?” “Destruction of public property, assaulting a police officer and news reporter-”

“Yeah! She threatened Jameson, live!”

“Mel-”

“He’s lucky I didn't kill him. Which, there’s still time for that cause he’s an asshole.”

“Her eyes were glowing.”

Peter looked over your shoulder at MJ and Ned, making a face.

“What?”

“Yeah. They were glowing.”

He shook his head, looking back at you.

“I thought your powers weren’t working?”

You shrugged, looking over at Peter.

“They’re not? S’why I haven’t healed yet. Which, by the way, hurts like a bitch.”

“We should go inside.”

You nodded, stepping back when you swayed, Peter catching you before you fell.

“Ow.”

“Come on.”

Peter went to pick you up when you shook your head, slightly shoving him.

“No, you’re hurt too.”

“Mel-”

“I’ve got her.”

Peter nodded as someone knelt next to you, causing you to look up, seeing the middle Peter.

“Nu huh.”

He grinned, nodding.

“Yes huh.”

You glared, causing him to shake his head.

“You don’t scare me.”

You tilted your head to the side, smirking.

“I should.”

Peter nodded, his eyes wide as he looked between you both.

“She really should. I’ve met a lot of people and she’s the scariest.”

You gasped, lifting your arm and weakly hitting Peter’s arm.

“Peter!”

He jumped, more for show than anything as he looked down at you.

“What?! It’s true!”

You laughed, nodding.

“It is.”

Middle Peter shrugged as he picked you up, adjusting you in his arms once he stood.

“Well, Miss Scary, let's get you inside, yeah?”

You huffed, nodding as you looked up at him.

“Okay.”

He nodded, looking over at Peter.

“Lead the way.”

Peter nodded slowly, looking between you and Peter before he turned.

“Yeah, right, right. Let’s go.”

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#pov #steverogers had enough with #yn - YouTube

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The way she took of running when she saw it… 🥹😭😍 #girldad #parenting #beach #pool - YouTube

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Newborn Baby Mimics Dad's Voice and Makes Him Giggle - YouTube the moment everyone knew tony was gonna be a good dad

This Blows My Mind About Pregnancy! - YouTube this is exactly how tony would explain he is gonna be a dad

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You Identify As A What Now!! - YouTube

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Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 1) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I posted, so here is a special one. I want to make this a multiple-part series, so I will make a masterlist later. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Enjoy ;)

"Alright, kid," Tony Stark said, looking down sternly at the boy in front of him. "This is your first training session. Don't let me down."

"O-of course not, Mr. Stark," Peter Parker stammered, looking nervously out of the window to where he could see the rest of the Avengers warming up. Captain America and Black Widow were there - he had met them last night - along with Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and others whom he couldn't make out from that distance. He fidgeted nervously. He couldn't help worrying - what would happen if he wasn't good enough? What if he lost against all of them?

"Come on, Parker!" Tony called. Peter looked up, startled. Mr. Stark had already started walking down the hall. "Coming! Coming, Mr. Stark! Sorry," he said as he breathlessly ran to catch up with his mentor.

They made their way down the compound to the training grounds, which reminded Peter very much of something out of the Hunger Games - except much more extensive. "Hey, Parker!" Steve Rogers called as they came up to them. "Hey, Cap - um, captain," Peter greeted him nervously, looking around at everyone. To his surprise, only Steve was there. The others seemed to have disappeared.

"We have teams," Tony explained, seeing the look on Peter's face. "What we do is, when we get the signal, we run through the grounds, and when we find someone from a different team, we spar with them. If they lose, we win a point and vice versa. Got that?" Peter nodded rapidly. "Um, yeah, sir, I think I got that."

"Perfect!" Tony exclaimed. "You are on a team with me, Cap, Nat, and Bucky. The other team is Thor, the Maximoff twins, Sam, and (Y/N). Ready?"

"Wait, wait," Peter said desperately. "Who is (Y/N)-?"

Before he could properly finish his sentence, an airhorn whined into the silent air. "Let's go! Good luck, kid," Tony called and pushed off the ground in his suit, flying overhead, his eyes scanning the bottom. "Wait!" Peter called as Steve took off running as well. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath and began sprinting into the training grounds, dotted with trees, bushes, and streams that made for excellent hiding places.

Suddenly, he jumped as he saw Sam Wilson - the Falcon - in his suit, flying to the ground, his eyes on the young boy who stood transfixed looking at him.

"Hey, Mr. Falcon," Peter said brightly. "'Sup, Parker. You ready for this?" The boy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Right, I forgot, you're on the other team! Alright, let's do this." With that, Peter swung himself onto a nearby tree and shot one of his web shooters at Sam, who found one of his hands attached to the tree trunk next to him. Sam immediately put his wings into action, detaching himself from the tree with some difficulty. "Ugh," Peter groaned. "I always have to remember to shoot more webs."

"You know-" he continued as he dodged the Falcon, who was soaring towards him. "Mr. Stark always warned me-" he paused as he shot another web and missed. "-always secure your opponent first!" He shot again and this time managed to get both of Sam's arms. "Kid," Sam sighed as he tried to detach himself again. "Don't you-" he managed to get one of his hands free, "-remember what I told you last time we fought?"

"That there's not this much talking when in a fight?" Peter guessed as Sam tore himself free and threw himself in the boy's direction again. "That's right," Sam affirmed. Peter panicked as Sam came closer and threw out a punch to his chest, which successfully caused the older man to get thrown back into the ground. "Oh, my gosh, are you ok?" Peter cried as he hurried to him. "Y-yeah, kid, I'm good. Come on, finish it! Throw another punch and you win."

"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. "Yeah, go ahead. You did good, Parker."

"Aw, thanks," the boy smiled and raised his fist. Before he could bring it down, however, something caught it and swung him backwards into a tree. His eyes widened as a girl his age dressed in deep blue held him against the trunk, her upper arm pressed against his chest.

"So Spidey-boy fights," she said breathlessly, smirking at him. "I'm impressed."

"Who the heck are you?" Peter asked, staring at her strangely familiar dark eyes. "Someone who just won a point for her team," she smiled and looked to her right as Pietro Maximoff slid into view, the electric blue dashes that appeared behind him whenever he used his power fading away. The girl released him and Pietro picked her up in his arms. "Don't make eyes at her, Parker," he said in his Sokovian accent. "You'll have the whole team to deal with."

The last thing Peter caught was the girl's wink and with that, Pietro had dashed off with her.

"Woah..." he whispered and stood breathless for a few moments before Tony's voice rang in his ears. "Hey! Parker! Wake up, you've got heroes to spar with!"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark! I'm on it!"

___

"That. Was. Amazing!" (Y/N) Stark exclaimed as she dashed into the changing rooms with Nat and Wanda. "I love it when Dad makes us do these training sessions."

"Yeah, but my team still won," Nat smirked as she put up her hair so she could wash her face. (Y/N) groaned. "How do you expect me to win when I'm fighting against both you and Cap? You're both like the best at sparring out of all of us!"

"Don't worry, beautiful," Nat smiled and hugged the girl. "You'll be strong enough to take on the world one day."

"Thanks, Auntie Nat," (Y/N) smiled and hugged the woman back.

Wanda cast a quick look at (Y/N) and smirked. "I thought Parker fought well."

"Peter Parker?" (Y/N) asked, changing into her favorite red shirt and shorts. "Yeah, he did pretty well. He would have defeated Sam if I hadn't stepped in."

"He lost against Thor, though," Nat countered. Wanda and (Y/N) sent her withering looks. "Everybody looses against Thor," Wanda said. Nat gave one of her looks as if to admit Wanda was right. "Why didn't Bruce join us today?" (Y/N) asked, tying her hair into a messy bun. "He's still a little shaky with his transformation. Hulk isn't exactly very eager about making an appearance," Nat explained. "Ok," (Y/N) replied, and, picking up her discarded suit, made her way to the door. "I'm going to lunch, you guys coming?"

"We're right behind you," Wanda affirmed and gave the girl a small smile. "That girl will be the death of us all," she said as the door closed. Nat smiled. "I don't know what we would do if anything happened to her," she agreed.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had made her way to the kitchen, where Tony, Thor and Peter Parker were sitting, talking about the training. "Hey," she said brightly as she entered, and sat in the chair between Peter and Thor. "Hey, kid," Tony greeted her. "Hello, little Starkling," Thor smiled. (Y/N) smiled at them and then turned to Peter.

"So you're Spidey-boy," she smirked at him. "Um, I prefer Spiderman, actually," Peter corrected. "Right," she said and laughed. Peter smiled at the sound. He liked how her face lit up when she laughed like that.

"So you're (Y/N) Stark?" He had been surprised to learn that Tony had a daughter, but also pleased. At least there would be somebody in the compound his own age.

"Um, you did well," Peter told her. "That was really cool, how you just swooped in there and won." (Y/N) smiled. "I try to make an appearance," she said. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks, honey," Tony smiled at her and stood. "Who is hungry? Wanda promised she'd make lunch today."

"And it'll be ready in half an hour," Wanda smiled as she entered the room. "It had better be something filling," Thor said, placing a hand on his rumbling stomach. "Training always makes me hungry."

"Everything always makes you hungry, Uncle Thor," (Y/N) said adoringly, hugging the man and getting to her feet. "Alright, if I have half an hour, I'll go up to my room for a while. See you all later?"

A chorus of 'see you laters' followed the girl up the stairs and into her room. She smiled as she sat on her bed. She liked that boy, Peter Parker. He was funny, kind, and her dad liked him well enough. It would be nice to have him in the compound. She had been out on a sleepover last night, so she had missed his arrival, but she was happy he was moving into the compound.

She reached for her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker before opening Spotify and pressing shuffle on her playlist. Listening to music set her free in a way nothing ever could, and she was happy to let go every once in a while and just listen.

(Y/N) grinned as she heard the intro to her favorite song. Every time she heard it, she saw herself in the lyrics, everything that she ever wanted in the words that described the girl in the song.

She's watching the taxi driver

He pulls away

She's been

Locked in her apartment

A hundred days

The song echoed downstairs to the group of Avengers sitting in the kitchen. Wanda smiled as she stirred the pot of paprikash, listening to the young girl's voice.

"Please ignore her," Tony said to Peter. "She does that practically every day."

"Oh, come on, Stark," Thor protested. "There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of music, especially when she so enjoys it. Besides, Parker, doesn't mind, do you, Parker?" Peter gave a bashful smile. "Um, yeah, no, it's fine."

He listened to her voice singing the higher notes, and suddenly, he stood. "Where is the bathroom, Mr. Stark? I forgot," he asked, before he could stop himself. "Upstairs, next to (Y/N)'s room, kid. Don't be too long!"

Nat smirked at Peter's retreating frame. "Seriously?" she said as she saw Tony's face. "It isn't at all obvious what he wants to do?"

"What?" Tony asked, oblivious. "He wants to hear her sing," Wanda said, winking at her brother Pietro, who had arrived as soon as (Y/N) had gone upstairs.

Peter had sneaked into the bathroom. Thankfully, the song was clearly audible from where he was standing. He smiled when he listened to the lyrics, and (Y/N)'s beautiful voice singing along.

She says

Yeah, he's still coming

Just a little bit late

He got stuck at the Five and Dime

Saving the day

Peter could hear her feet tapping on the ground, and realized you were dancing.

She's talking to angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers

Falling apart

Waiting for Superman to pick her up

In his arms

All of a sudden, the boy listening noticed something. (Y/N) was replacing the 'she' with 'I', singing the song in first person. He grinned as he registered the happiness and enjoyment in her voice as she vocalized, still dancing around the room.

He found himself wishing he could listen to her sing for hours. Then, suddenly, Wanda's voice drifted up the stairs to his unwilling ears. "Kids! Come and set the table please, lunch is nearly ready."

"You said half an hour," Peter muttered as he came out of the bathroom, hurrying to get downstairs before (Y/N) came out of her room. He heard the music stop, and the door open. He quickly jumped over the last few steps and practically ran to grab the forks Wanda was holding out.

(Part 2 out now!)

[msforbiddenforest]

peter: so you guys really love me, right?

y/n: yes

tony: yes

peter: and you would do anything for me, right?

y/n: um...yes

tony: yeah

peter: so, um...

y/n: ugh you're making me nervous pete! just spit it out, goddamn!

peter: well now I am not saying it!! :(

[my-status-single]

Should I write a reader insert with Peter the way I did with “Tony’s daughter”? I think that’s always been the plan. And honestly seems much more manageable.

There would have to be some subtle canon divergence.

But I think it would be a good baseline to like “world build” Peter and Y/N’s lore. Because that lore, unless otherwise stated, will be canon for like all Peter x reader fics I will write. Like Liv’s Peter x Reader canon.

I say this knowing TOWPPHAB is NOT part of that canon RIP

[aswho1estuff]

A ++++

Graded by Peter Parker

[iridescentparkers]

handled with care - peter parker

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

summary: after a long mission, all you want to do is sleep, but peter is determined to make sure you are all taken care of before you can hit the hay.

word count: 0.8k

warnings: suggestiveness; very quick eluding to sex. 

Promises are a sacred thing between people in love. The trust and belief are almost always there that you will never betray your partner. But for you and Peter, promises meant something a bit different within your relationship. 

When Peter made a promise, you had an understanding that there was a high percentage of it becoming broken. Due to his other commitments of saving the city, his city. Peter bailing confused you at first. The constant cancellation of plans day after day. That was until your dad finally let you join the team.

But if there was a promise, no matter the circumstances, that Peter always remained faithful to, it was waiting for you after a mission. The sentiment always angered yet warmed your heart.

“Peter, you're practically asleep. You don’t have to wait up for me.” You stated to him one night after a mission, sitting on the free spot of the compound couch next to him, rubbing his back gently. 

Peter snuggled deeply under a blanket, his eyes practically closed, as he tried his hardest to keep them open as you walked over to him. From his lying position, he sat up tall, smiling sleepily before leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Y/N, I’m always going to wait up for you, always.”

It wasn’t late, but it wasn’t early either. The sun had just set, leaving a very dark purple-blue tint in the sky, borderline black. Quick missions like these usually lasted this long, a day to be exact, so Peter had little to no worry for your arrival.

Interrupted by the sound of three faint knocks, Peter peered his eyes away from his college textbook and to his shut door. He arose from his bed, pushing his glasses upwards on the bridge of his nose, right before raising his sweatpants to cling higher on his hips. 

Behind the door revealed his tired yet, somehow still smiling girlfriend. The mission was a success, and for once, barely anyone got hurt. There was nothing but happiness radiating through your mind. Well, that and sleep. While saving civilians was fulfilling, it was also rather exhausting. 

“Hey, oh-” Peter began before your sudden movements cut him off, pressing your head into the crevice of his neck. “You ok, baby?”

Peter’s tone was filled with sincerity as he stroked his thumb along your cheek. “Yeah, just tired and ready for bed, that's all. We saved a lot of people. Today was good.”

Each word came out muffled as you nuzzled into him deeper. He picked up your head, resting your face between his hands, your eyes now shut. “Let me run you a bath, and we’ll get to bed. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

Putting his hand in yours, Peter led you to the bathroom countertop. You rested against the cooled marble counter as you watched him move out of your line of sight and into your peripheral view. Sounds of running water in the distance frequently changed as your vision went blurry, sleep clouding your mind.

When the water had finally stopped, footsteps approached you, and a set of fingertips rested on your shoulders. “Can I take your suit off, my love?”

“Trying to see me naked that bad, Parker?” You giggled before looking at his face. “You know if you wanted to sleep with me, all you had to do was ask.” 

“Even half asleep, you still try to make jokes, huh?” Peter asked, squinting as he bit down on the tip of his tongue, definitely holding back a fit of laughs and giggles, a bit even managed to filter out of him. 

“I do whatever I can, whenever I can, to tease you, my love.” You stated, grinning sleepily, putting a gentle hand on his chin. “It shows I still love you.”

A few chuckles left you both. Both of your gazes remain on one another as you calm down. “I’m fine with you undressing me, Peter.”

After you were stripped free of clothing, Peter stripped down himself, settling you against his back inside of the bath. Immediately, warmth came over your entire body from both Peter and the soothing sensation of heat from the warm water. He glided his hands up and down your arms, then moved them up and down your neck, massaging deeply in tenser spots. The feeling made your eyes close shut, and your response was nothing short of sweet hums, the sounds vibrating against Peter’s chest. “You like that, sweet girl?”

Nodding, you rested your cheek against Peter, feeling grateful for him at this moment. How did you get so lucky with someone such as Peter? The question crossed your mind every day. The thoughts ran slowly in your mind as you both rested there for what felt like forever.

“Y/N, we should probably head to bed, the water is going to get cold soon, and you're exhausted.”

“Five more minutes.” You pleaded, propping your head up and turning to face Peter, smiling sleepily at his sweet face. 

Peter smiled before pressing his lips to your cheek, holding them there moments longer than he usually does. “Five more minutes.” 

[annies-marvel-imagines]

Dusk Till Dawn (Peter Parker x Reader)

Part 1

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

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

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

Read Prologue Here 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Yeah.”You say.  “I was shot but-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony Stark was not your real dad. Tag list:

  @eridanuswave, @drishtisikarwar

[wlntrsldler]

DOPPELGÄNGER (BUCKY BARNES SOCIAL MEDIA AU) PART 16/??

PART 16

Bucky has only been in love once and it was before he was put in ice and way before he became the Winter Soldier. What happens when Bucky meets Y/N, the exact look alike of the girl he used to love?

DOPPELGÄNGER MASTERLIST

PART 15

A/N: taglist is open!

TAGLIST:

@glossybarnes

@jcson-todd

@reniescarlett

@roleplay-multifandom

@sarcastic-and-cool

@safetypinxtales

@afootnoteinyourhappiness

@missjayi

@sociallyimpairedme

@allthebuckyandpietrofics

@trashmouth-lizzy

@supernaturalwintersoldier

@flyingbabyunicornnamedangel

@silver-winter-wolf

@saintsha​

@i-ievu​

@introvertatitsfinest​

@iminlovewithenchilidadas​