#Like.. he holds so much power and authority--but then boom! Peter says please and he's a goner

[cecilspeaks]

160 - The Weather

No man is an island. Some men are fjords. Most men are oxbows. All men are ravines. Welcome to Night Vale.

The news coming up. But first, let’s go to the weather.

[nature noises, birds cawing]

There’s a cold front moving through Night Vale. Temperature at City Hall is currently 63 degrees and sunny with wind gusts later this afternoon of up to 40 miles per hour. These winds are expected to bring cold air as low as 20 degrees this evening, and possibly dropping to below zero overnight. It’s unknown what’s causing this weather, is a statement I make every day, looking out into the sky. Is it God? P-perhaps it is the government. Perhaps Earth itself is, is it out of boredom that the weather exists? Maybe it is out of care. That would suggest the existence of a God who wishes us well, but it does not explain the fierce destructiveness of a blizzard, or a heat wave, or a tornado, or a tsunami. Is a tsunami weather? That is a question best left to oceanographers, meteorologists, or a Tarot deck. But why would God make a thing, then mar it? What mood change is this? what care can this god have for humanity? Ahhhh. And maybe that’s the point. Ah, that does make me feel better, to think that it all doesn’t matter. It really takes a lot of pressure off, doesn’t it?

Let’s have a look at agriculture. John Peters – you know, the farmer – says his orange crop this year is massive. He says the quantity of product has not deviated, only the quality. “Them oranges are huuuu-uuge!” John said, holding an orange the size of the 2002 iMac computer. “I can’t fit this thing into one of them orange crushers (what that) I make the juice with!” he said, struggling to keep his back straight under the weight of the abnormally sized citrus fruit. But John says he’s excited for his orange grove, which has been doing great ever since he genetically modified his crop to no longer cause teleportation across existential dimensions when consumed. Despite his excitement for orange sales, John says he’s worried about next year’s crop of invisible corn. He said he looked up summer 2020 in his farmer’s almanac and all it said was, “Wellll crap. Good luck.” John plans to diversify his farm investment by raising cattle for slaughter. He’s vegan these days, so he does not want to sell the cattle for meat or dairy. He’ll just raise the cattle until they’re old enough to kill. Best of luck in all your endeavours, John! Hope you finally win that coveted Best Orange at the Citrus Festival this year.

Many of our listeners have written concerned emails about the temperature possibly falling below zero. Bob Sturm of Old Town said: “Zero is the lowest number, Cecil. I’m a big stats guy and I can tell you that you cannot have less than nothing, that’s impossible.” Well listen Bob, I’m a journalist, not a numerologist, so I don’t know what to tell you. Apparently there are many unknown numbers below zero, and as they are discovered, rest assured I will be here to report on them. (Reina Guerrero) from the west side asked if there’s anything we can do to better prepare ourselves for this weather. Well (Reina), here are some tips I just looked up online. One: bundle up. Yeah, your heater can only do so much. Two: bring your pets indoors, and if you have an agent from a Vague, yet Menacing Government Agency outside your home assigned to record your every movement, invite them in as well. You don’t want them freezing alone out there in their black sedan. Three: light a fire, if you have a fireplace. If you do not have a fireplace of pellet stove, try using a refrigerator or sink. Four: if you should lose power at any time, do not panic. Just curl into a ball breathing heavily and repeating: “Oh God no, oh God no, oh God no, oh God no”, through loudly chattering teeth.

Now, we’re not expecting precipitation tonight, but should it snow, I recommend making a snow angel. Yeaaah, that’s always fun. All you have to do is lie flat on your back, arms and legs outstretched, until you are called into celestial service to whatever greater authority rules these beautiful creatures. Thank you for your questions and comments. I’ll do my best to keep our town up to date on the latest weather.

But first, this Saturday is Night Vale’s annual Holiday Fireworks Extravaganza at the Night Vale Harbor and Waterfront Recreation Area. There will be live music by local bands, including  a new band by Dark Owl Records owner Michelle Nguyen and her girlfriend Maureen. [quietly] Ah, my old intern Maureen. Their band is called The Funtastics, and it’s a folk country slash (trans) tribute band performing the acappella covers of Philip Glass scores. According to Michelle’s press release: “Please do not watch our show. I’m very angry you even know about it. I hate that our secret concert at the annual Holiday Fireworks Extravaganza, Night Vale’s most anticipated and attended annual event, was leaked to the press.” Following the concert, there will be a collective prayer to the [gong, echoing] Great! Golden! Hand! And then the fireworks will begin. Event organizers say they have a special fireworks display in store for attendees this year. Traditionally, the biggest explosions are reserved for the end of a half-hour long buildup of lesser explosions, but focus groups have indicated that people are tired of having to wait for the best part. So instead of normal boring fireworks, they will be blowing up old cars using the 18,000 tons of solid fuel they found at an abandoned missile silo on the edge of the Sand Wastes. The Holiday Fireworks Extravaganza would like to thank the Sheriff’s Secret Police for the vehicle donations, which are mostly cars impounded this past week for overdue state inspection stickers. Can’t wait to see everybody this Saturday at the Fireworks Extravaganzaa!

Brrrr! It’s getting pretty bad out there, Night Vale! The temperature has fallen dramatically to 20 degrees outside the radio station. I can hear the creak and groan of our antenna straining under the 40 mile per hour winds. I’ve seen three different minor accidents outside my window as drivers lost control of their vehicles. I’ve got my little space heater under my desk. Huh, but I can still barely feel my feet. [chuckles] I regret choosing today of all days to bike to work. [sighs]

Oh, I’m getting word that power is out in the Barista District, and dozens of leather apron wearing people have been forced to make torches out of Irish cream soaked biscotti stuffed into (-) [0:09:16]. And the only thing available coffee wise right now is cold brew. Gross.

Employees at the Night Vale power plant are working to restore power to that area of town, but they have run into some difficulties. The blustery winds and extreme cold have kept some of the workers from being able to drive to the plant, and the ones already on site re perplexed by how any of this works. “We are not sure if this is a nuclear plant or electric or coal or what,” said Mike Reiner, director of operations for the power plant. “We tried turning the whole thing off and back on like a computer, but the switch didn’t really do anything. Nobody labels anything around here, for crying out loud.” Reiner then began to cry out loud, as dozens of workers rushed to put their arms around the sobbing man. “We’re sorry, boss, we’re sorry,” the frantic workers all repeated. In the chaos of the consoling, a single worker was heard whimpering: “Oh god! Someone do something before he changes back into…” But that voice was quickly and fearfully shushed by the others.

More on the power outage and weather conditions soon.

But let’s get to some good news. Our population is booming, Night Vale! We have more people than houses. But thankfully, the good folks of the private land development industry are helping out. Ah, the altruistic hand of capitalism! A new housing development named The Final Destination is going up in Radon Canyon. New homes start in the 130’s for 2 bedroom semi-detached townhouses, all the way to expensive 10 bedroom estates with beautiful views of the blue..ish mist that settles every morning along the canyon bottom. Representatives from the EPA have warned against building residences in an area known for producing toxic gases, but the developers said they will equip each home with a large exhaust fan and provide a lifetime supply of rebreathers for the first 15 home buyers. The EPA has tried repeatedly to stop this development, stating that excavation of the canyon floor could lead to the release of more gases, which would catastrophically imperil not only the lives of those in the canyon, but the Earth’s atmosphere for hundreds, if not thousands of miles in all directions. “Who knows what’s beneath the shale in that canyon?” one EPA representative said. The representative was wearing a sports coat too large for his frame and comically out of date glasses. He continued: “We have been trying to declare Radon Canyon a Superfund site for years, but Night Vale doesn’t show up in any government database and so it cannot receive its projection. Didn’t you ever see the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, how everybody’s faces melted off, it’d be just like that.” When it was pointed out that the end of that movie was good because it was Nazi faces melting, the EPA representative said: “Yeah yeah you’re right, that was pretty cool but still, get what I’m trying to say right?” Nobody did, because it was a weird thing to bring up a 40-year-old movie about Nazis and museum artefacts. So, now we will have new housing in the heart of Night Vale’s most beautiful scenic attraction, beginning spring next year.

I’m getting word that the power is out now in Old Town Night Vale and at the library, and on the south end. The temperature has dropped to 5 degrees and I think it will continue to plummet throughout the night. People are doing everything they can to prepare. Before the stores close, I recommend driving out and picking up some water as well as canned goods, even some fresh produce and raw meat while it’s still there. I mean, people worked hard to grow that food ten states away and then drive it across the country right here to you and you haven’t bought it yet? Even if your refrigerator’s not working because of the power outages, it’ll be cold enough in your house to keep it all fresh. So get out there and spend your money on food! We have so much of it. Let’s use it, Night Vale.

But above all: stay warm! If you’re alone, visit a neighbor. Body heat and company can help a lot in weather like this. And if you have room in your home, welcome your neighbors in! There’s no reason to be alone at a time likes. Plus it’s the holiday season, why not keep each other warm with stories, with camaraderie, with good fellowship? [shivering noises] Yet, if you can’t be with others tonight, [groans] then I will do my best to keep you company through this brutal cold.

Ah, I’d like to tell you a story of my childhood. It’s a very personal story, one I‘ve never shared on the air before. [shivering noises] I’m a bit nervous to tell it to you all, but if ever there was time for a story to bring us closer together, now is that time. I will tell you that story in a moment, but first, let’s have a look at sports.

[“Suspension of Disbelief” by Victory Soul Orchestra https://victorysoulorchestra.com]

[beeps] Computer: The National Weather Service has issued a severe weather warning for the greater Night Vale area. Temperatures as low as -10 degrees are predicted with high winds gusting up to 16 miles per hour. Wind chills overnight may reach -30 degrees. Residents of Night Vale and the surrounding towns of Pine Cliff, Red Mesa, and Desert Bluffs too should seek shelter. They should band together around fireplaces with heaters at their highest settings. In cases where heat sources are not accessible or operating, residents should huddle in the vacant lot out back of the Ralphs. Come huddle with us. Come huddle with us. There is a barrel here. It is filled with trash and we have lit it on fire. It is so warm, the trash. The trash is mostly paper and cardboard, but it is also something greater than that. It is a symbol of progress of the great tower of industry (and need) [0:19:51], a ruined towel like Babyl, which just toppled down of the weight of its hubris, and in the language of flame it tells us things. It tells us so much, not through words but through visions. 

Here is a list of visions the fire has revealed to us. One: two spools of coaxial cable. Two: a single white bulb atop of an anthill. Three: an empty keg around squat cylinder of frosting, beneath which lies nothing, not even air. A void (cake). “Happy birthday,” echoes the choir from a good distance away. Four: a great black bird whose white wings brush along the castle turret. Five: a snake spiraled and asleep inside a leather boot. Six: a wheelless tractor in a vast wasteland of cracked earth. Seven: your brother. Not a brother you know, but a brother you once had. He looks like you and he repeats your name, but backwards. Eight: smoke clouds shaped like vice grips.   These are the visions of the flames in the barrel in the vacant lot out back of the Ralphs. 

Beneath our gaze and across our minds, beyond our consciousness, these are the remains of the great tower of humanity. Come huddle with us. You without heat. You without home. You without hope. Come huddle with us. 

This severe weather warning is in effect (through) 8 PM tomorrow, when the warm front is expected to move through the region bringing sunny skies and high temperatures in the mid-80’s, and everyone will return to their normal lives, satisfied that they have (-) [0:21:51] death once again, confusing accidental survival with competence and immortality. What doesn’t kill you only makes you more complacent. The National Weather Service knows this is but a night together with you, not a whole life. For what we have in this moment is (truer) than rain, but deeper than thunder. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Blah, blah, blah. I’m not saying the morning will not hurt. I’m only saying the joy of memory is stronger than the prick of any (plate) upon my heart. This has been a severe weather warning from the national weather service. Stay tuned to the station for further updates.

I love you. I have always loved you. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

[beeps]

Cecil: And that is what I saw in the mirror that day. And why I do not like to go near mirrors. Ever.

[sighs] I never told that story to anyone before. I hope it has kept you company throughout this treacherous night. I hope it has kept you warm. Just knowing you’re listening somewhere out there in the cold dark has kept me warm. Stay safe, wherever you are. Good night, Night Vale… [shivers] Good night.

Today’s proverb: Who called it Snowpiercer instead of Chris Evans’s Polar Express?

#welcome to night vale #wtnv transcripts #episode 160 #the weather #i had lots of trouble with this transcript #so i would appreciate it if you could help me out #my boyfriend helped me already but #even he wasn't sure of some of it

[can-u-imagine-that]

Title: Battle Scars, part 3;

Fandom: X-Men (crossover with The Avengers, both movie-verse);

Character: Peter Maximoff;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: Cursing;

Request: Okay I have a long request, please bear with me (probably could be split into parts). I have been craving for a little crossover imagine between the Avengers and the X-men. Soooo I was thinking that the main OC or the “you” has a relationship with Peter and they are all happy and stuff (idk probably before Dark Phoenix, after Apocalypse) and their mutation is healing… they can easily heal wounds but it hurts them when they do and the Avengers want them to help in the fight with Thanos (1) They feel the pain of the wound and depending of how many wounds they heal it may actually hurt them. They are an old friend of Natasha and Clint. They end up having a fight with Peter because he doesn’t want them to go (I like to think the x-men did their part during the war too, so maybe you could come up with something) but they end up going anyway, without solving things between them and Peter. And of course they disappear in Thanos Snap and Peter grieves and all fast foward (2) the remaining x-men are helping the Avengers fight Thanos in End Game when the Blip happens and boom they are back and reunite with Peter and he matured a lot and was never able to let go of his s/o and fluff happens… sorry for the long request omg, I just got really excited and I really hope you like it and can do it… thank you so so much Author’s Note: It’s quite obvious but I need to clarify that I’m changing a lot of stuff from both Avengers and X-Men movies to fit this request. So this is only part one so it’ll manly focus on Peter and the reader BUT I decided to consider him and Pietro as two different characters since they are from different movie universes theorically and since, well, Pietro barely even existed in the Avenger’s universe unfortunaly.

And now the final part of this imagine, which I must say is one of my favorites. I had so much fun and of course I had to re-watch both Infinity War and End Game which made it even better. I thought about doing a smut, but decided to keep it cute and touching. Let me know if anyone is interested in a part 4.

Hope you all enjoy it!

Click to read part 1

Click to read part 2 (in case you missed it)

Things went havoc when the battle started and you lost Peter from your sight for a long time, but somehow you knew he had you on his all the time. You focused on your main task which was keeping yourself and all the teammates you could help alive.

Instead of depending on the gun all the time you used your powers recklessly. It was dangerous but you’ve never been really fond of battle. You shot enemies around you when needed but your main task was finding and healing everyone that you could. When your powers started to get you too tired you noticed you couldn’t heal them completely, but kept doing your best.

You were breathlessly healing a huge gash on Wanda’s side when Thanos army turned into dust. When the pain from the wound eased you managed to stand up, widening your eyes when you saw Tony Stark.

He looked barely alive. Half of his body was completely black and burned by the use of the Stones.

Automatically your feet took you near him, your hands reaching to touch him to try easing his pain. You didn’t know him, it was true, but just the fact that he sacrificed himself to save everyone was enough for you.

But someone grabbed you before you could.

A tall and slim woman in a blue suit, very similar to Tony’s red one, stared at you with her eyes filled with tears, her lips pressed into a tight line. You remember healing her once during the battle. Her name was Pepper.

“H-He... you...” she whispered, breathing heavily until she finally calmed enough to speak properly to you “You’re just going to kill yourself... in this state... both, your and his... it’s too much... I noticed how your power works... even if you were in full condition, trying to heal him now could get you killed...”

She made you step back from where Tony was. A boy who had introduced himself as Peter was kneeled in front of him, saying something but your attention was focused on Pepper.

“No... I-I... I can... let me try... please... please, Pepper...” you pleaded, shaking her hand off and making your way to Tony again.

“Someone, stop her.”

Before you could understand what was happening you were swept off of your feet and throw into someone’s shoulder. It took you a while to recognize Sam before he spoke to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N... we can’t lose someone else...” he said, placing you carefully on the ground.

You considered trying to run, but when you looked over Tony again it was too late. You could feel it.

He was gone.

A gush of wind signaled you that Peter stood by yourside again. You had no idea of what happened during that time you disappeared but the pained expression on the silver haired mutant told you a lot.

You allowed yourself to stumble towards his body, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face on the crook of his neck. And you had no idea of how much he needed that. Your warmth was all he nedded at the moment. He closed his eyes, squeezing you tightly against his body.

During the next few days, in grief and respect to Iron Man’s sacrifice, the X-Men stayed with the Avengers, attending the funeral and helping them settle down again. Your power was really appreciated after you recovered completely.

You and Peter barely had time to speak to each other, as you came to learn how much the speedster became close to Tony, thus suffering a lot for his lost and as you grieved for Natasha’s death. You also noticed how much he changed. How different he was. In a normal circumstance the new Peter would have been a major turn on for you, after all, technically, physically speaking, now he was the older one in the relationship a place - which obviously you never thought would change - that used to be yours.

It was during a cold night where you woke up from a nightmare that you and him finally started to talk about all that happened.

“Hey, hey... babe... I’m here... it’s okay...” he whispered quietly, staring at your face while his hand drawn small circles in your tear stained cheeks.

“I-I...” still dazed from the dream you sobbed and whimpered, making Peter aware that this was the same nightmare you have had for the least three nights. Only this time was worse and you ended up waking. Usually he’d just cuddle you until you calmed in your sleep “I could... I could have saved him... I could have...”

“Sh, no... you could not. You’d die, Y/N... and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you again... for the third time...” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead and when he noticed that your breath was still erratic he sat on the bed, gently lifting you so that you were now sat in front of him “Hey, breath with me... c’mon...”

Peter knew pretty well what you were going through, oh, how he knew. He remembered the first year after the Snap. He would wake up just like that, but he had no one be there for him. So he promised himself that he would be there for you. He helped you ease your breath, staring in your eyes kindly, with only the light of the bedside lamp casting a weak yellow hue on your features.

“I’m... sorry...” you whispered ashamed.

“Hey. You don’t have to apologize...” he said immediately, shifting his body so that his legs were almost crossed with his ankles meeting behind you and your legs were hunched over his thighs “I went through this a lot... but I’m here with you. I’ve got you... I promise.”

Your eyes, still welled with unfallen tears, met his. Peter was dead serious and you couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“It must have been really tough years... this five that went by...” you whispered bitterly “I wish... I wish I could have helped you... when you went through this...”

A small smile found it’s way to his lips.

“You did. You have no idea how much...”

You stared at him confused. Without speaking, he simply tugged at the chain he had around his neck. You wanted to ask him what it was, but didn’t find the right moment before. It was always tucked inside his shirts, but you could see that he wore it all the time. And Peter was never really a fan of accessories.

You gasped when met with the familiar silver glean of the ring he gave you.

“I had this with me all the time... it was my most precious reminder of you. And also a reminder that somehow I had to bring you back because I had really fucked everything up that day.” your breath caught in your throat when you saw his eyes shining “I... spoke with you all the time. When these nightmares happened. I just couldn’t bear the fact that you were gone and I had not even properly said goodbye to you. I hadn’t said how much I loved you... because I was being a fucking brat...”

You hugged him tightly, feeling your shirt getting wet with his tears on your shoulder and suddenly the roles were reversed and he was the one being comforted by you.

“I’m here now...” you whispered sweetly in his ear.

“It was hell...” he kept muttering really fast “It was like hell. Like I was the one dead. And I didn’t even know if dying would allow me to meet you again. I felt useless and weak. I missed you... I missed you so much. Sometimes I’d even see you... except of couse it wasn’t you. But it seemed so real...”

“Peter...”

“And then I had already lost all my hopes Scott came with his idea and... and... I didn’t want to get my hopes to high, but I did. I even managed to get better for a while. For a while I felt like I could be that annoying Peter that everyone knew. Who didn’t give a fuck about a lot of stuff. Nat...” he choked a sob “Nat bet her life on the idea... and she was right... but still hurts so much...”

He was rambling so much that after his words started to mix with sobs that you could barely understand what was the subject again. He started to talk about Natasha and then about Tony and after that about you again.

“Hey, love, look at me...” you said, holding his head between your hands and resting your forehead agains his “You’re the one panicking now... breath...”

Peter snapped out of it, taking a final deep breath before allowing his hand to rest over yours.

“Sorry...” you both smiled a little, wiping tears and breathing softly, just enjoying each other’s company.

After a while his hands trailed towards the chain again, unhooking it and slidding the ring out of it.

“You told me to hold onto this... until you came back...” he said, gazind fondly at it “I didn’t expect it would take you five years...”

Remembering something you furrowed your brow at him.

“Hey... why did you said you couldn’t lose me for the third time? Technically you only did once...”

“For me it was worth two... the first time was after that stupid fight before you left... and the second during the Snap...”

“Silly... I said we would figure out things when I got back... you didn’t lost me that first time...” you said while your arms circled his neck.

“Well, you were about to meet a bunch of Avengers, y’know. That can affect any guy’s self steem...” he arched one brow at you and you giggled.

“Wow, so that means your ego actually wasn’t strong enough at the time?”

“Can we go back to being sweet, please?” he pouted, grabbing your right hand that was resting on his neck and roughly shoving the ring back into your finger.

You actually laughed at his attitude.

“There’s the Peter I know. Really sweet, huh?”

He smirked, but gently got a hold of your hand, approaching it from his face and kissing your knuckles. His eyes closed as he brushed the back of your hand softly against his face, feeling the coolness of the ring mixed with the warmth of your skin. Then his lips drifted to your wrist, peppering your arm with kisses, making you giggle until he finally found your neck earning a small hum from you. Then finally his lips found yours and his breath rigged because, oh my fucking God, how he had missed you.

You allowed him to push you back into the bed, his body glued into yours. You were so close to each other that you could barely understand where your body finished and Peter’s started. The kiss had so much longing into it and his touches seemed to worship you, caressing your sides and face as if you were the purest and most precious gem he could ever find. There was no malice on his touches, you noted, Peter just wanted to actually feel you were there.

“Y’know...” as if on a cue, he whispered against your lips, pulling apart just to talk and dive into your neck slowly “I’m having nightmares too...” your hands tangled into his hair, soflty messing with his silver strands and drifting to caress his neck and back “Sometimes... I dream that I’m waking up and you’re not here again... and then I actually wake up, feeling terrified that I’ll look by my side and find an empty bed... but then...” he pulled away, his dark eyes finding yours and you see nothing but love radiating from them “Then I look at you... and you’re there looking like a freaking angel... and I know that I’m the luckiest man in the world...”

“Aren’t you charming?” you smile and even though you have a light and jokinly tone he knows that what you say afterwards is indeed really serious “I’m glad that I have you with me... because these scars... these fears and dreams... they’re gonna be a hole battle just by themselves...”

Peter laid by yourside now, his thumb caressing your cheek as you looked at him. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips again.

“I know. But we’ll fight this battle together... and this time I’ll make sure we win right on the first try...” you smiled, staring lovingly into his eyes. His words soothing you more than any kind of physical comfort he could give you “But you’ll have to be really strong... it’s a... bumpy road...”

“I promise I will be...”

And this time you would keep your promise to him.

#peter maximoff imagine #peter imagine #quicksilver imagine #peter x reader #gender neutral reader #myimagine #x-men #xmen #x-men imagine #the avengers

[stupidwithu]

arms to fall right into

I heavily considered not posting this. I was really excited about writing it, but I’m not crazy about the end result. it’s different from what I usually write and what I planned to post on here, and idk how to feel about that yet. regardless, I decided to upload it because I don’t know if this ‘verse I accidentally thought up the other day will make much sense without this little bit of background. 

*FFH SPOILER* basically, it’s a post-ffh au where Peter hides out in Tennessee with Harley after Mysterio reveals his identity. the idea is that they work together to formulate a plan to save Peter’s ass while they develop Harley’s Ironlad persona. I’ll probably never write much detail on that though, which is why I’m posting this. this fic is a little angsty, but expect mostly sickfics and fluffy drabbles from this ‘verse (and feel free to send prompts, please :))

longest and most annoying author’s note aside, here goes nothing

Peter Parker x Harley Keener (MCU)

Passed Torch AU (forgot to mention, bi Peter)

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Harley’s fully engrossed in the open panel of his suit’s arm when he hears the first knock. If he’d been listening to music like he usually was, he probably wouldn’t have even heard it, for how soft and hesitant it was; to the young mechanic’s surprise, it erupts into an orchestra of chaotic slamming before Harley can even close the program. His hand extends to the drawer on his right, fingers dancing along the surface of his newest canon prototype, heart racing.

“Open the door, please.”

Harley lets the weapon fall back to the bottom of the drawer, where it lands with a quiet ‘bang.’ Instead, he shuts the panel and kicks back his desk chair as he rises to approach the bright red door. The window – at his eye level, now – is far too filthy for Harley to properly see his guest. He should probably do something about that.

“Please, Harley,” the voice begs. It booms over the sound of the knocking, but it’s far from powerful. It wavers beneath the volume and breaks between words.

Harley cracks the door open hesitantly, but the masked man – boy, probably – pushes it the rest of the way, barging in with a clumsy apology after the metal nearly knocks Harley on his ass.

He takes a few steps before doubling over, his back to the entrance. A skin-tight black mask is peeled from his face, a gloved hand running over his own forehead. The fabric lands on the ground between his legs as Harley locks the door again.

“Turn around. Now,” Harley demands with faux discipline.

So, he does. The boy – Harley can only assume he’s young; he towers over him by a few inches – rises slowly, turning to face Harley with his hands risen in surrender. Harley almost laughs at this, but stops himself at his new friend’s appearance. The poor kid’s hair is plastered to his face with sweat, skin flushed and colorless, minus his red-rimmed eyes and the subtle hue of the faded bruises that litter his cheeks. He’s shaking from his finger tips to his suit-clad legs. He’s crying, too.

“Peter?” Harley remembers. He was in a similar state when they met. Swap his current attire for a black suit and tie and Harley might think he was reliving the day. That reminds him, “Is that a stealth suit?”

“They know.”  Peter ignores him. He’s looking at Harley, but it sounds like he’s talking to himself. 

“Uh, who?”

“Everyone.”

Harley can’t help the look he gives Peter. He shows up at his garage – unannounced and certainly surprising – just to barge in and torment Harley with this ominousness and that gorgeous suit. He’s intrigued, but mostly concerned.

“What do they know?”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to look confused. He hiccups, then, “that I’m Spider-Man…?”

“Oh my God!” Harley follows the inappropriate shout by clamping a hand over his mouth. He chuckles into his own palm. “That actually makes sense... Wait, why wouldn’t you want people to know you’re Spider-man?” 

“Fucking… Mysterio!” Peter shouts without warning. In one sharp movement, he bashes an arm into the nearest table, scattering Harley’s equipment across the floor and leaving a fist-sized dent at the impact site. He just sobs. With both hands pressed to his face now, he muffles choked cries into them. Harley watches in horror. When Peter’s legs eventually give out, he lurches forward in an attempt to catch him; he’s off a beat, though, and both boys collapse into Peter’s mess.

“I don’t- I’m sorry,”

Peter tries to reconcile by cleaning up after himself, but each piece of tech he attempts to pick up just slips from his fingers. Harley tells him not to worry about it, but he insists. He reaches for the computer monitor – anxious to see the state of the screen once he flips it from it’s face down position – but Harley catches his wrist halfway. “Peter, stop. You’re makin’ it worse.”

Peter obliges, finally, sinking in on himself. He makes an effort to control his breathing (in for 8, hold for 4, out for 8, like May always preached). It takes a few minutes and multiple failed attempts, but he manages. Harley doesn’t offer any help, really, but his hand lingers over Peter’s the entire time.  

“I’m sorry,” Harley chuckles, once he’s sure Peter isn’t going to hyperventilate. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.”

Harley stands finally, swiping his hands over his sweatpants to rid some of the dirt from the floor before extending his arm to Peter. “What are you doing here?”

Truth be told, Peter isn’t really sure. He was gone before Beck’s recording could fade to black, Happy’s words taunting him as he rushed to the location of his backpack. He took it to the roof of Tower 28, the same daunting question echoing. You’re all alone, your friends are in trouble, what are you going to do? The first time Happy asked him, he felt invincible. He meant to thank Happy for that – for helping him get his head on straight, realize what he needed to do, what he could do… But the whole conversation felt like a joke now. In that jet, Peter felt like he could breathe for the first time in, well… years, technically. Now, though, he was right back to square one. 

Looking out over Queens, Peter had two choices. The first one was to just jump, but even he could see it was a little dramatic (besides, the suit had parachutes). So, he resorted to his preferred method of damage control: What would Mr. Stark do? In hindsight, coming to Harley was a stupid idea. Sure, it’s something Tony might’ve done – Hell, he did do it, but those were different circumstances.

Once Harley pulls him to his feet, Peter shrugs. “Couldn’t go anywhere else.”

Harley cocks his head to the side, dirty blonde waves draping across his forehead.

“I thought, you know, if people knew I was Spider-Man, they’d come after the people I love.” Peter explains. “And I guess I was right, because Beck knew, and he tried to kill MJ and Ned… and Betty… Happy too…”

“Who?” Harley catches him just before he spirals.

“I made a stupid mistake, and I put my friends in danger. Now, I’m a fucking terrorist! And my name – my name – is plastered on every TV screen in the world... May,” Peter cuts himself off. He blinks, a few tears streaming rapidly down his cheeks before he can wipe them away. “Happy, my friends… None of them are safe as long as I’m around.”

“You’re a terrorist?” is all Harley says. He looks around the garage, then, “Maybe I’ve spent too much time cooped up in here…”

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling shakily. “Harley, please.”

“Okay, fine.” Harley sighs, suddenly serious. “My sister’s up there.”

He motions to the staircase in the center of the room. “I appreciate you stormin’ in here and puttin’ me in danger – very Tony of you, by the way – but my sister-”

“I- um, I didn’t- I’m sorry.” Peter panics, tripping over his words as he physically stumbles. He takes his mask back into his hand, clutching it tightly. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

Harley gulps. He should probably take a glimpse at the news before deciding what to do. There’s no time for that, though, and he knows he can’t let Peter leave like this. 

Harley stops him breathlessly just before he can unlock the door, wrapping his hand once again around Peter’s, this time to stop him from puling the handle. “Wait,”

“I just don’t understand,” Harley tries to explain, but Peter isn’t listening. His eyes go unfocused, confusion then fury practically reflecting from his irises. Harley scrambles to follow his gaze.

“What is that?”

“Nothin’,” Harley tries to step between Peter and his half-finished suit, but Peter pushes him to the side easily. Harley staggers, reaching for the note that resides just beside the half-drunk Redbull Peter initially distracted him from. He’s just seconds too late.

Peter takes the card between his fingers, glossy eyes scanning the calligraphy.

For the next Ironman,

don’t make me regret this.

Your friend,

The Mechanic.

__________

** the part about Happy was inspired by this post

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[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧ Chapter 54

It took too long a time for your senses to return to you. It would have been nice to just lie somewhere, in some dark puddle, forever. To not have to worry about any of this anymore. Or deal with it. But that wasn’t the life you lived. It hadn’t been for a very long time.

You were really jerked back into consciousness fully when your body landed with a thud on the cool tile of the penthouse inside the Stark Tower. Presumably Loki had forcibly used your handprint to enter, as when you groggily opened your eyes, you didn’t see any broken glass. Every muscle ached. Every part of you was screaming for this to stop-

Most of all, all the sounds in your head. That high pitched whine had turned full blast into the whistle of a tea kettle. Nonstop. You were almost sure your ears were bleeding.

The sounds of Loki’s heavy footfalls were pacing, pacing… until he exited the penthouse to go outside. That was when you finally pushed yourself to your feet, swaying as you did so, catching yourself on the nearby full windows. The heavy thud it brought, caused the only other two people standing outside on the rooftop to look at you-

Loki, who when he caught sight of you grinned in that sadistic way of his. And who you knew to be Dr. Selvig- a man that did not look very well at all, but seemed to be smiling in a little bit of the same way. They were gathered around a rather large device and you had to wonder how they’d been let up here. How no one had come to stop them set up…

Set up some sort of device that was running on…

“JARVIS deactivate the Arc Reactor on the roof!” Your voice thundered from you helplessly. This was Loki’s play. It probably had been all along, wasn’t that what Bruce had been saying?

From the very start he’d planned to come here. To set up here. To use your and Tony’s names, your Tower, your lives to play a part in this game of his. But why?!

“I took the Arc Reactor off line. The device is already self sustained.”

Your hands curled into fists against the glass. Loki was on the approach. “What are they trying to do?”

“I cannot say. Mr. Stark has been trying to reach you. I’ll alert him to your status.”

Closing your eyes, “Call Tony- tell him-”

“Oh.” Loki finally entered in through the side door, brandishing that fucking stick at you. “Don’t give away the answer so soon. If he’s as smart as he pretends to be, I’m sure he will arrive soon enough.”

Gathering up all your strength, you pushed away from holding yourself, standing strong on your feet as you cast a dark stare his way. “What’s the point of all this? Using us? For what?”

“Don’t think too highly of yourselves. I merely needed a large power source.” He was coming closer.

Slowly.

But you stood your ground. “Liar.”

His grin vanished for a few moments, instead replaced by a thin line and a twitch of his lower lip. “Is that what you think I am?”

“A coward, too.” And when he held that stick up to you, “What? You’re going to kill me? You can’t, because you’re not done playing yet. You want Tony to come here and see it, so don’t start acting tough-”

With one clean move, he swiped the blunt side of that scepter across your face, and then caught the back of your head in his free hand to keep you from crumbling, fingers clenching in your hair. “A coward is it? I am a master. A god. A king.” With more strength than you could fight, dazed still, he forced you to your knees. “Listen well, you dull woman, I will tell you the part you play in this. Small though it is.”

With another show of force, he shoved you to the floor. You took solace in the fact that he’d at least let go of you, moving to pace again. You chose to stay silent while he started babbling. “I’m merely showing you your place. You think I misunderstood those chants, when you took me away in chains? The humans were thanking you, but for what? Freeing them from subjugation? Or thanking you for cleaning up what they could not hope to control? Is that not what you do, Lady? Is that not what this beacon we stand atop is proof of?”

It was hard to listen to all of this, but you tried your best. Hands on the floor, you had to force your body to move, getting on your hands and knees. Loki continued, “And why clean up after them? For the feeling of gratitude it earns in kind? No. I think not.” He was smirking again. “It is because you and Stark masquerade yourselves as false gods of this world. And I, in my infinite wisdom, have come to put an end to it. As ruler of this new world, I will dispel the weak hold you have over it. The lies you speak. This false image of purity and justice.”

Despite your much better judgments, you couldn’t help a scoff. “You’ve spent a total of less than twenty-four hours on this planet, and you got the impression Tony and I are King and Queen of it? You really don’t know anything.”

“That is not what I said. Try listening, you simpleminded wretch.” All at once he was on you again, pulling you into a kneel with another tight fist in your hair. “You think yourselves gods, much as you try to deny it. Why else build giant monuments to yourselves? Where do you think we shall start this cleansing?”

Denying him any reaction of pain, or fear, instead you glared up at him. “You’ll make a poor play for a childish god. They won’t give in to you.”

His reaction was sudden. Like something in him had snapped. You were overwhelmed with his darkness. He pulled you right to his face, breath hot on your skin. “You think they love you? They adore you?! I’ll show them what you really are. And then-”

There was a loud boom from outside, thankfully distracting him. You weren’t sure you could take much more of that. The two of you both looked- seeing Iron Man reeling from something, you couldn’t say what. His suit didn’t look in the best of conditions, the jets petering out. But it seemed not to matter, as he thunked down on the landing pad outside, and started walking through, losing piece after piece of it as the machine took it off. Coming to you bare. With only one thing.

Intent and white hot anger.

Was he intending to take Loki on without it? You doubted it. He probably had… which Mark was it… which one was ready…? Your brain was a fog.

“Hmph.” Loki was back to grinning. You didn’t like him being smug, but it was far better than that deranged nonsensical version of him. He pushed you away. Discarded, more like it, his attention fully going to Tony as he entered. You felt better the further away Loki walked, sitting up on your knees, wiping fresh and dried blood away from your lips and nose. “Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity.”

Walking down the top steps, playing casual as ever, Tony went straight for the bar. “Uh, actually… I’m planning to threaten you.”

Loki huffed out a soft noise of amusement. “For her? You should have left your armor on for that.”

“Just regular threatening, actually. Her I need to speak to alone. But I’m guessing you’re not gonna let that happen. Want a drink?” He pulled the glass topper off one of his finest bottles of bourbon, filling a Baccarat Crystal glass a quarter of the way.

Brandishing his stick with supposed authority just a little, “You think me a fool, is that it?”

“Well I don’t take you for a couple’s counselor. Really, no drink?” Shrugging, he put the top back on the bottle and walked to the end of the bar.

Just a touch unsure, Loki tilted his head, but remained firm. “Stalling me won’t change anything.”

“No, no, no! Threatening.”

“The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that. What have I to fear?”

Tony shrugged. “Once upon a time- maybe like- two hours ago- I would might said the Avengers.”

While Loki was in the midst of being puzzled, you took to catching up. “I don’t get a drink?” You spoke up, trying through your pain and daze to piece together just where exactly Tony was going with this. “-and couple’s counseling?”

“Quiet.” Loki hissed. “I did not give you permission to-”

Tony spoke over him, “Yeah. Well. We have a lot to talk about don’t we. What did I ask you to do? Stay put. And what did you do?” There was no heat here, no anger, no frustration- not at you. Just a slyness only you could sense, and the whisper of some words:

 Play along.

 Pushing yourself to stand, you huffed. “We can’t all just sit back and do nothing.”

“Oh here we go with this song and dance. Right, because everything is a you problem, isn’t it? Everything is for you to clean up-”

Loki stood like a wall between you, but you could already sense his amusement at watching this play out. Because he thought he’d caused it. “To be fair to her, she fell into my trap. It was always part of the plan for-”

Tony shook his glass your way, finger pointed in your direction, “There is no being fair to her.”

Your lips pulling thin you shook your head, “What are you even saying? And right now? Is now the best time for this?”

“Now’s the best time, sweetheart. We have- what- an apocalypse imminent?” Turning to Loki as if really asking. The use of that pet name only sealed the deal that he was trying to signal you that he didn’t mean any of this.

Finally, just a little stunned at the raised voices, “An army- the Chitauri-”

“Oh- a space army- we have a space army coming, and I don’t know who’s on my team anymore.” He took a long sip, brows raised at you.

You made a play at hurt. “Don’t say that. You know-”

He was just close enough. Loki stood at both your sides, lingering. Watching this unfold. Still sick with glee to be sure, but… Tony seemed unmoved by your sadness. “Do I? I can’t fight worth a damn with someone always playing leader. It’s always your way or the highway- well, I’m hittin’ the road.”

You figured out who this speech might really be for. You weren’t sure you liked him practicing it on you, but considering the circumstances...

“Oh are you?”

“Yeah.”

Reaching up, breaking the boundary Loki had imposed on both of you, you gave his shoulder a hard shove. “Fine. Fine then.”

With his free hand, he gave you a push back. “Good. Fine.”

With both of your hands, you gave him a harder one. “Alright!”

Looking at you, setting the signal with just an imperceptible raise of his brow, he turned quarter heel, leaning power into his reeled back punch. “Alright!!”

What Loki had in cunning, he did not carry in muscle. He fell back hard with a little extra mileage, losing footing after the first couple of steps. It was only then that you noticed Tony had somehow slipped on an Iron glove. Without waiting further than that Tony pressed the Heart Reactor into your palm and you stuck it on your chest, tap-tapping it awake. His boxing glove, so to speak, disappeared.

Some program he’d set on the way here. Always a plan.

With the suit on you felt much better. Looking over at him, “What now, Tulio?”

He smiled. “Sorry to break it to you, honey, but if anyone is the Tulio of this relationship...”

“Where’s your suit? Get your suit.” Because he’d need it, if the two of you were going to put a stop to this nonsense. Loki was gaining consciousness rapidly.

Waving his wrist at you, you noticed he’d slipped on a sleek pair of black bracelets- ah, yeah, now you remembered. The Mark VII. The delivery system on that one was supposed to be pretty good- a homing signal for suit up. “Thought I’d try and give JARVIS just a few extra seconds to prep it. You know he’s not good under pressure.” Finally he finished his drink.

Loki was halfway up now. Angrier than you’d ever felt before. “You fools.” Getting to his feet, he was practically snarling at you. “You think a show will deter what is to come? You think a shattered farce of imbeciles can stand against my might?!”

“There is no version of this where you win.” You declared. Strongly. Turning to match him.

“You think so, do you? And what do you know? What could you possibly know with your limited scope of pathetic existence?”

“We know this.” Tony stood proudly at your side. “Maybe your army comes, and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it.”

Loki whipped his scepter to the side, all teeth and fury. And, maybe Tony was right. Maybe you really couldn’t help yourself. With a lean in and a boost of your jets you took him head on first. He raised his weapon to block a blow, so you sent another underhand to his gut.

With you open, he countered with a strike across your face. And then. He started cheating. There was suddenly more than one Loki in the room. And more than one weapon to keep an eye on. Your sense of things came too late- he couldn’t trick you, you realized. Not because your fist went through one, or that an empty image sent a kick of your foot awkwardly through, leaving you to lurch towards the floor-

But because there was no feeling, coming from them. And when you’d finally realized this enough, it was too late. There was a knife in your side. A small dagger- surely no gunshot, but the slice of pain sizzled through you all the same. Except this time instead of going down, training took over. Easing in with a bend of your knees, and a wrench of his wrist, you took his surprise to your advantage, hitting your shoulder to his stomach and using his weight to lift him off his feet and send him tumbling up over you and then down to the floor hard.

It was just unfortunate that he couldn’t play fair. While you went to finish this as he laid on his back, he aimed that scepter your way, and from it came a shrill blast that knocked you completely off your feet and to the floor in a heap. The kettle whistle had elevated into a scream.

Not loud enough to miss his next words though, as you turned, pushing your weight on your forearm. About as much as you could do to lead yourself up, but your body wouldn’t move more than that. A terrible thing, as you watched him advance on Tony who seemed like he’d taken a few hits.

Loki’s voice boomed, “After all the trouble you’ve put me through, I think it will be far more amusing to watch Stark beat you to death and parade your corpse through the streets!” He brought the stick down as you reached out uselessly, Tony stood with his back against the proverbial wall-

One touch-

And, you thought, he was supposed to be gone. Lost to Loki’s mind control device- but, a dead silence hung in the air. No one seemed to know what happened. A misfire?

The storm in the room died down into confusion on all sides. Loki tried once more to touch him with that magic, but it ended in an empty clang. Loki’s voice had died down. “This usually works...”

Tony made a face. “Well, performance issues. Not uncommon… one in five...” As if this was any time to be joking. Even if the situation seemed a tad ridiculous.

There wasn’t time enough to be grateful that Loki couldn’t control him, as he grabbed Tony by the throat. “You will all fall before me!”

“JARVIS any time now-!”

The next move was all too clear, and before Loki could turn him into a bloody stump against that plate glass, you raised a hand up to get a shot off, shattering it yourself. Already you heard the hum of the suit warming up behind you and as Loki tossed Tony clear out the now empty hole, you found yourself torn. Go after him? Or stop Loki once and for all?

An answer was made for you as the suit deployed, breaking out behind you and then racing in front of you. “JARVIS are you gonna catch him?” You stood one final time.

“Target is locked.”

“Good.”

With that settled you took your final stance. With a rushed charge, you rammed Loki, going with him into a heap on the floor- further than that. Down, down deep into that darkness. Plunging straight into that water. You held him at bay by the shoulders, even as he scratched and clawed.

What had started as yellow static had now encapsulated him entirely, like sheet metal. With a force of your hands you tore cracks into it, trying to focus as he hit you again and again and again-

Finally weakening you enough to shove you back.

He was breathing hard. “What- what are you?”

Steady on two feet you held your hands out. It was now or never, breathing getting more difficult by the second. You had no good answers. After all, really, who were you? So instead, a championing voice filled your head. The first small. And the next warm. “Me?” With as much of yourself as you could pour out, a light filled that dark space. Blinding and proud. “I’m Lady Iron!”

You could do this.

Because no one else could. And maybe he didn’t deserve it. But only you could be the judge of that.

Your light swallowed him whole before breaking that yellow barrier. Shattering it to pieces, leaving him finally, you hoped, free.

When you came to, you were glad it was Tony’s face you saw first. It didn’t feel like you had blood in your body for a few long moments. He was saying something- many things- but they didn’t all come together at first. When his voice finally waned in, “-honey would you say something? Anything?”

And as you found your voice, “We did it- one thing down- ...space army next…?” And, after realizing, “I’m glad you’re not a splat on the sidewalk.”

His eyes rolled hard but his smile was so bright. “Gee. Thanks. What did you do to him?”

“That thing he was using...” You half sat up, helped by his hand at your back. “It was using him back.”

Tony’s voice was extremely dry. “You’re letting him off the hook? Really?”

“No.” Quick to be sure about this. “I think it heightened his feelings. He’s still responsible. But… he was a victim too. I think.” As much as you really wanted to sit there and talk it out, to really get to the heart of it all, you lost all words as his walls fell.

The strong facade he’d walked in with crumbled, his arms wrapping around you, practically squeezing the life out of you as he held you. You didn’t mind, hiding your face in his shoulder, hugging him back. With a huff of what sounded like slightly wet but nonetheless amused air, he spoke while still holding you to him. “Just in case- I’m sure you know I didn’t mean any of that- just now… but I have to say. You really need to work on your promise keeping.”

There were a thousand extra words here, all projections. Stuff you would have happily kept between the two of you, but to your surprise he found the strength to voice some of it-

“I barely knew what to do, when that call came in. It was just on a loop in my head. What if she- what if she...” His strength finally died under the weight of the implications here.

 Tony would have felt responsible for your death.

 Easing just a little bit away, you took his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. He wasn’t going to kill me-”

“But I didn’t know that- I couldn’t. Not until I made sense of what game he was playing.” Begging you to understand. Begging you to not dismiss him.

So you didn’t. As much as it killed you to do so. Because he was right. There was no way for you to have sat by and watched. But that didn’t nullify his feelings, either. “Thank you for coming to get me.”

“I always will.” This quick and sure. But the next thought was a little shaky. “We were in a jam. I get it.” Acknowledging you had been in two different directions when that had gone down. Acknowledging your right to stand and fight. Knowing you were helpless to do otherwise. “Just- next time-”

“Hopefully there is no next time.” Not getting kidnapped, anyway.

Both of you took a long look at each other, and the smiles were bare. “Sticking with me-” His lips pulled thin, brows raising, shrugging a little. “Can’t say for sure...”

Leaning in you kissed him for just a small moment. This would be the last you could steal right now, you were sure of it. “We’re a team.”

“Yeah. We are.”

Touching at his heart,

I love you.

 And he touched back,

I love you, too.

 Time effectively up, Steve’s voice came over your comms. “Stark-! ...is she there?”

You answered. “I’m here.”

The relief swelled in his voice as he answered, “Good. I’m glad.”

Interrupting you all, that thing outside powered up suddenly, sending a shot straight through the air, startling you. Tony’s arm curled around you tighter. But there was no being protected from this. “Uh-… space army?”

He helped you to your feet, hand in yours still as the two of you stood, watching a hole rip itself open in the sky, blackness pouring out. Bodies falling through… “Space army.” He confirmed.

Your hand tightened in his. Panic crept in. There was no way to deal with this. Nothing you’d ever seen or done before had prepared you for it. Casting a worried glance up his way, you found his strength keeping you steady. “What do we do?”

His helmet slid back down. “We fight.”

You reactivated yours. Nodding through your terror. “We fight together.”

It was the only hope you had.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter Fifty Four

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Terrible Secret Keeper

Characters: Peter Parker x Reader, Ned, MJ, minor characters

Word Count: 1,758

Warnings: drunk!reader, fluff peter

Summary: You and Peter are a part of the Avengers and you are terrible when it comes to keeping secrets. Peter must watch out for you especially when you get drunk.

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“Come on, this is the party of the year. So, who cares if Flash is throwing it? It’ll be fun,” You tried to convince your boyfriend, Peter, to just have fun.

“You know I don’t really like parties. I’d rather hang out with you at my place where we can watch movies all night long.” Peter sighed, stopping at your locker first. You faced him and put your hands on his shoulders, staring deep into his eyes.

“Peter, I love you but I think this could be good. What’s the worst that could happen? Huh?”

“You remember the last party you went to? The one where you almost got caught coming home drunk?”

“That was one time. It’ll be different this time. We’re going. I already asked MJ to drive us since she’s the only one with a license. Ned is going too.” You opened your locker and got out the books that you needed for your next class.

“Aren’t Flash’s parents going to be there? He was bragging at lunch about the alcohol he was going to get.”

“I don’t know. An older sibling maybe? It doesn’t matter. As long as the cops aren’t called on us.” You joked.

“That’s not funny. It’s underage drinking.” Peter said in a deadpan voice.

“Then it's a good thing we’re specially enhanced humans. You heal pretty quickly which can prevent you from getting alcohol poisoning and I’m the youngest person to get injected with a super serum. That means I won’t be able to get poisoning. Being a superhero has its perks.” You chuckled as you closed your locker and walked with Peter to his.

The whole reason you two met in the first place was because Tony wanted to see what you could do while Peter was there with Happy, checking out his new suit. You liked what you saw and decided to go for it. Peter liked how confident you were and decided to roll with it. Best decision you ever made.

The whole reason you were at Tony’s place was because you were injected with a chemically imbalanced serum which made you able to do a lot of things. One of those is self-healing. It’s pretty amazing. You can get a cut and almost instantly it’s gone. You’re also stronger than Steve which amazed you at first since he’s Captain freaking America.

The place that gave you the serum brought you to the Red Room where you met Natasha. You trained there to be a killing machine. With the serum, it made you better than everyone there. You didn’t want to fight or to even carry this serum but your parents forced you.

Your parents were the head of this secret organization that specializes in creating superhumans. Each year, they had someone younger to test out their failed serum. You say failed because they could never get the perfect balance of their ingredients. All the subjects died within 24 hours.

Then they saw you playing in your room with your barbies and action figures. They wanted to test the serum on you to see if someone your age would be able to take it. Your parents never really cared about you so you weren’t surprised when they stuck needles in you and injected the bright blue serum.

Low and behold it worked but before they could make an entire army, their facilities were raided by S.H.I.E.L.D and in the process, your parents died. It’s how you met Nick Fury. You were just a child and he wanted to make sure you were in good hands. You owed everything to Nick Fury because without him, you probably would have been found by someone worse who wanted to use you for evil. Nick taught you how to use your powers safely and for good.

Your life has always been a roller coaster that seemed to only go down until you met Peter. He made you feel good about yourself and the things you did. He made you feel special without the serum.

“Fine, we’ll go but we won’t stay for long.” Peter sighed.

“That’s fine with me. I just want to have a fun time on Friday.” You smiled, already picturing yourself dancing the night away.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Peter said sarcastically.

“We’ll stay for a few hours and then we’ll go home, okay?” You said to Peter as you walked up the steps to Flash’s house. The party was already booming since MJ picked you up later than discussed. You were a little late but you didn’t care. You were here.

“Wait, you’re going to leave early?” Ned asked, not wanting to stay here without Peter.

“Peter wants to be a buzz kill and leave early.” You teased him.

“Hey, don’t make me the bad guy here. This is all illegal just so you know.”

“So, when the police show up, I’ll know who to turn to.” You smirked and walked inside the house.

“Come on, I want to see what kind of drinks they have,” MJ said, taking your hand and leading you to wherever Flash was. Peter sighed as he watched you leave with MJ.

“Dude, what’s going on? You’re usually not like this.” Ned asked.

“I know what Y/N is like when she drinks. I shouldn’t since she’s 16 but she likes to ramble a lot. And I’m just scared she’ll tell people I’m Spiderman and she’s Scarlett Swan.”

“How did she get a name like that?” Ned asked with a chuckle.

“Have you seen her fight?”

“No.”

“You’ll know too if you see it. Come on, let’s go find her.” Peter said, walking through the crowd of people until he found you. “Great.” You were playing beer pong with Flash and you were winning.

“Come on Flash, you can throw better than that.” You chuckled, watching as Flash bounces his ball into one of your cups. This game was a lot more fun since the cups weren’t filled with beer, it was filled with vodka. You grinned and removed the ball from the cup before downing the contents.

“This could be fun to watch,” Ned commented and Peter chuckled, watching you have fun. As long as he kept an eye on you, everyone should be fine.

About halfway through the party, Peter lost sight of you. He didn’t know where you were or how much you had to drink. He and Ned split up and Peter went to go check outside for you. He hated that he had to treat you this way but it was hard enough for you to keep a secret while sober. He just didn’t want to anger Mr. Stark or ruin yours and his life.

Dude, come back inside. You have to see this.

After seeing the text from Ned, he walked inside. He hoped you weren’t embarrassing yourself. He didn’t even have to ask where it was because everyone was crowding around the living room table. The speakers were booming with sound and it was hard to hear your own thoughts, let alone another person. But there you were, on top of the table, dancing your ass off with a drink in your hand.

Because of your serum, it was hard for you to get drunk which is why you didn’t pay attention to the number of drinks you had. They kept piling up and before you knew it, you were getting on the table and dancing in front of everyone. At least you were dressed this time. Everyone else was dancing around the table but you didn’t have a care in the world.

“I love this party!!” You yelled, spilling your drink a bit. You giggled at the round of cheers before tossing back whatever was left in your cup.

“Peter! Hi!!” You waved once you saw your boyfriend. Peter stared at you, not believing why he saw.

“Let’s hope she hasn’t told anyone yet,” Ned said in Peter’s ear.

“Ooo you guys keeping secrets from me?” You yelled with a grin, seeing the two boys close to one another. “I got some secrets. Hey everyone! You know that amazing Spiderman? And that badass Scarlett Swan??”

“Shit, come on, Y/N, it’s time to go.” Peter immediately spring into action. You giggled and was about to say the biggest thing you were hiding but you lost your footing and fell off the table. You expected to bust your ass on the floor but a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Hey, Peter! Tell them about Spiderman!” You laughed, clearly too drunk to do anything.

“We need to go. This is what I was trying to prevent.” Peter sighed. You giggled as he set you on your feet and helped you walk to the front door.

“I’ll get MJ,” Ned yelled and was about to go find her but Peter stopped him.

“Don’t worry. You two stay. I’ll get her home.” Ned nodded and Peter walked with you out of the house.

“I’m Scarlett Swan.” You blurted and Peter quickly looked around him to see if there was anyone there but no one was there to hear.

“We seriously need to work on your secret keeping skills. Come on.” Peter held most of your weight and walked down the street with you. The whole time, you were rambling but that didn’t faze Peter. He loved you anyways.

“Okay, let’s get in the bed,” Peter grunted, trying to get you under the covers. He got you changed into one of his shirts and now he just needed you to stay still.

“This isn’t my room. Where’s my room?” You asked a little too loudly.

“Not that loud! Aunt May is sleeping! I’m not taking you home, your grandma will kill me if I showed up with you drunk like this. I texted her saying you’ll be spending the night here.”

“You’re too good for me. I love you so much, Peter.” You pouted, lying on the bed.

“I love you too. This is why I didn’t want to go to the party. You almost told the entire school our secret.”

“I think everyone should know. We’re fucking badass.” You giggled and laid your head on his pillow.

“Well, Mr. Stark doesn’t see it that way. Come on, sleep time. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“I’m glad I don’t get hangovers.” You giggled yawned. Before you knew it, you were passed out on the bed. Peter chuckled and sighed, wondering what he was going to do with you. He loved you but you definitely gave him a challenge.

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First Date (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the last part of First Date. I tried to end it on a light note because my heart couldn’t handle anything too harsh. Whoops. Also Bucky makes a couple appearances because I love him. Be sure to read part one if you haven’t already & feel free to check out my masterlist! Also, Happy New Year! There’s a bit of New Year’s in this too. 

Request: Can I get an extra angsty one where Peter is tied up and the reader is tortured? He’s crying as he can’t do anything and the reader is screaming and crying out in pain in front of him?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2864 (part two)

Warnings: it’s a biggie: fluff turned angst. blood, torture, agony, violence, kidnapping, one death, cussing

PART 1 || MASTERLIST

“Guys, I found them.” Bucky’s voice shouted into his comm. “Y/N. Y/N, doll I need you to open your eyes.”

You felt a warm hand on your cheek, finally a familiar one. Opening your eyes, you noticed a pool of blood forming around your feet. That’s when you finally let it all out. Your body shaking and trembling from the power of your sobs. Steve and Nat were the next ones to enter the room. Steve undid Peter’s restraints as Nat kept watch. Once Bucky finished undoing yours, your body slumped forward. You prepared for the impact of hitting the ground when Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you to him while he held you on the ground.

“I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry y/n.” his apology repeated over and over like a broken record, combined with the tears he was letting out. “It should’ve been me. God, y/n I- I-”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Your father’s voice boomed down the hallway. You finally opened your eyes, looking right to see the body of the man who started it all laying dead on the floor. Tony entered the room taking in your bloody and bruised form, taking the mask off the suit.

“What the hell, Parker.” His voice oddly steady.

“Tony, I- They-”

“Get away from my daughter.”

“Mr. Stark, I-”

“Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.” he repeated one more time before leaning down, trying to pull  your now smaller frame from Peter.

But you pulled away from him, the cold metal of the suit being all to familiar to the tools, compared to the warmth Peter was ratiating. Your father straightened back up, looking over at Nat who sent him a sympathetic look.

“Guys, you should head back. They sent out a call and I’m pretty sure it’s calling for backup.” Clint spoke through the comms.

“Got it.” Nat replied.

Steve looked over at Peter still holding your trembling body on the floor, “We’ve got to go. Peter, you got the strength to walk and run?” Peter nodded. “Okay good. Tony, you can take y/n-”

“No.” your small voice interrupted.

“What?”

“No.” You looked up at the red metal suit, not wanting it to come anywhere near you.

“Okay then..” Steve looked around the room, everyone getting ready to dash to the quinjet. He leaned down to your eyelevel, his face softening as he registered your panic,“Y/N, can I take you? Will you be okay with that?” You nod yes, feeling two strong arms pull you up from the ground.

Your feet lifted from the ground as Steve pulled you into a comfortable hold. He looked over at Nat and Tony, nodding his head to let them know he’ll keep you safe.

“Let’s go.”

The ship rumbled under your feet as you sat in the corner of the quinjet, Banner examining your injuries. You flinched as he touched you ribs, the pain shooting to your toes. They really got you good.

“Well,” Banner starts, looking up at the Avengers around him then back at you, “we should run some tests when we get back but as for right now, all you can do is rest. And take it easy, we should be back soon. And when we are, I’m pumping you with fluids, you’re lacking nutrients.”

He turned to Peter, who was sitting on the bench next to you. “Did you guys get any water or anything? Food? Rest?”

“Um, they would bring in water but only to me. She didn’t get anything. And, uhh,” he looked at you, seeing how broken you were. “Umm, she only slept when she passed out.”

Keeping your eyes on your lap, you felt Peter scoot closer laying a comforting hand on yours.

“Okay, I figured.” He let out a sigh, running a hand over his face, “We’ll run the tests real quick when we get back then you’ll be free to sleep as long as you need.” Banner turned towards the others, signalling them to give you some space.

“Peter, can I speak to you?” you looked up meeting your dad’s tearfilled eyes.

Peter glanced to you, silently asking if you’d be okay if he left. Your eyes shot between him and your father as you nod your head yes. He gave your knee a quick squeeze, standing up and following Tony to the back front of the quinjet.

Letting out a sigh, Tony raked his hands through his disheveled hair. He started pacing, trying to gather the words to say to the young teen who spent eight days with his daughter as she was tortured right in front of him.

He finally spoke up, stopping right in front of Peter, “I told you to be careful. I trusted you to keep her safe.”

Feeling the tears well up in his eyes once more, Peter replied, “Mr. Stark, Tony, I tried. They- They said they’d been watching her for years. Ever since word got out you had a daughter.” Peter tried to shift the conversation from him, even though he too blamed himself. “They didn’t know who I was until she called my ‘spidey’ at Coney Island..”

“Why then, huh? I mean, I guess it’s better to have your daughter be kidnapped when there’s an Avenger with her to look after her. But there wasn’t. It was just a scared teenager who couldn’t do shit to protect her.” Tony’s face was hot, his temper rising but his voice staying steady.

Peter nearly choked on his words, “I- I tried but anytime I s-spoke up they’d hurt her. And the handc-cuffs were from your design. Strong enough to keep Cap locked.”

Peter could remember it so vividly. Your screams bouncing off the walls, clothes covered in dried blood. New blood falling constantly, he prayed you wouldn’t just bleed to death.

“I don’t care what it took Peter! You should’ve done something!” “I DID! I KEPT QUIET TO NOT PROVOKE THE GUARDS! I SMILED AT HER SO SHE’D SMILE BACK, HOPING FOR A SPLIT SECOND SHE COULD FORGET THE PAIN! I DID WHAT I COULD UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCE!” Peter’s arms were thrashed in all directions as his voice skyrocketed, drawing everyone’s attention. Including yours.

Natasha struted between the two before the yelling match got too far, “That’s enough. Both of you. Y/N is still over there and the last thing she needs right now is you two screaming your heads off at each other.”

She turned to Peter with a stern look, “Go sit with her. She feels most comfortable with you right now. And you,” she jabbed a finger into Tony’s chest, “I need a word with you.”

When Peter was out of ear shot, Tony opened his lips to speak but was cut off by Nat, “No. Listen, we all know that kid would do anything for our girl. He’s heads over heels for her, there’s no denying that. And there’s not a doubt in my mind that he did much as possible. Now you, being the hot headed ass you are, aren’t going to help in the situation. Sorry, it just won’t.” Tony’s face fell, shifting his eyes back to where you sat on the bench, curling into Peter’s side.

“Did you see the look she gave me?” Tony’s normal confidence was absent from his voice as he spoke. “Did you Nat?”

“Tony, she-”

“No Nat. She looked at me like I was the one to tortured her. Like she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me.. It reminded me of that day they brought her to the Tower. It took weeks for her to warm up to me,” His eyes drifted back to the redhead in front of him, “She took a quick liking to you. And Cap, but not me. And it feels like I’ve lost her.”

Tony shut his eyes, trying to stop his tears from spilling out. Tony Stark crying, that’s something that only you could cause. The previous playboy was not a softie whose heart was shattering.

Laying a comforting hand on his arm, Natasha spoke up, “Tony, I talked to her. She didn’t say much but she told me about the cold metal they used on her. Your suit reminded her of it. And-”

“She didn’t seem to have a problem with Tin-Man’s arm..”

“Can you shut up please? He didn’t touch her with his metal arm. He knew better. And as I was saying before you interrupted me,” she looked over to you, head buried in Peter’s chest, “They questioned her. About you and all your secret hiding spots. And since she’s your kid, she was stubborn and refused to give up any information.”

“Prep for landing.” The AI announced, pulling everyone’s attention.

Attempting to process what Nat had just said, Tony made his way to the nearest seat to buckle up for landing.

The tests took forever and the you could still hear the beeping from all the machines Banner hooked you up to. Now you sat on a chair in the waiting room, knee bouncing up and down at a rapid pace. Your eyes shot to the door to your left as it opened, revealing Peter, Clint, and Natasha.

Nat took a seat next to you, “Hey solnyshko (small sun).”

You sent her a small smile, looking over to Peter. Getting the hint, he took a seat on your other side, hand finding yours instantly. Natasha watched as you visibly relaxed.

“Hey kid,” Clint spoke up, a sympathetic smile on his face.

You looked at his, about to reply when Banner arrived with a few test results.

“Okay, y/n,” he looked up from his clipboard, taking in the other people in the room. “Oh, hey guys, didn’t see you. Now back to y/n.”

He turned back to you, listing your injuries, “You lost quite a bit of blood but it seems like you’ll be okay. Nothing to worry about too much there. You’ve got a couple bruised ribs and mostly just deep cuts that will heal on their own. You’re still lacking nutrients so I’d prefer if I could get an IV in you now rather than later.”

You nodded along to what he said, though weren’t too keen on having another needle being poked in you. But you agreed to the IV, feeling weak enough due to your “lack of nutrients.”

Banner got your room ready and called Cho in to take over, she was better when it came to needles.

Onced the fluids started flowing, visitors were allowed.

Peter and Steve were the first to arrive.

“Only twenty minutes guys, she needs to rest.” Banner left the door ajar, running off to who knows where.

“Hey, doll,” Steve spoke up from his spot at the foot of your bed, Peter making his way to the chair near your head.

“Hey Stevie,” you croaked out. God, you really needed to get the strength in your voice back.

Letting out a slight laugh at the nickname, Steve continued, “I know it’s still a bit soon to talk about what happened but y/n, if you need someone to talk to you know where I am. I’m sure Peter here is great and all,” he sent the boy a cheeky grin, “but who can beat a man with over 90 years of experience?”

“Haven’t you only experienced like twenty-something years? Weren’t you kinda unconscious for 70 of them?”

Glad that you still had your sarcasm, Steve shook his head, eyeing the kid next to you, “How do you put up with her?”

Looking over at your bruised face, Peter spoke up, “I don’t even know. I’m pretty sure it’s another superpower I’ve got.”

A knock sounded at the door, drawing your guys’ attention.

“Sorry to break up the fun, but 20 minutes is up. Say your goodbyes, y/n needs rest.” Banner sent a quick smile before making his way down the hall again.

“Red or blue?”

Scanning the two boxes, you squint your eyes in speculation, “Blue.”

Pushing the blue box your way, Bucky said, “No switching. You’re stuck with the blue one whether you like it or not.”

Looking up at him with suspicion, you took off the lid pulling out a sketch with the signature S. Rogers in the bottom corner. You examined the paper, it was a replica of a group picture you all took after New Years last year. Clint and Natasha were blowing noise makers. Wanda and Vision were spinning noise makers. Thor and Steve were sipping from their asgardian mugs. Bucky and Sam were shooting off poppers. Your dad had his arm wrapped around your shoulder sporting New Year’s glasses similar to your own. You were laugh at Peter who looked ridiculous in one of those giant New Year’s hats. Everyone was laughing and the sky in the back was littered with fireworks. Definitely a favorite memory.  

“I’m not sure who to thank, you or Steve.” You say, punching Buck’s flesh arm.

Rubbing his arm in mock pain he replied, “Actually you should thank that little boyfriend of yours. Ever since the.. incident, he’s been having Steve drawing his ass off. This was one of the rejects, but I figured you’d still liked it.”

“Well I do, thanks Buck.” You looked up as Tony made his way into the room.

“Hey pumpkin.” He said, plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Hey dad,” you replied, showing him the drawing.

Bucky grabbed the red box, getting up from his spot across from you, “I’ve gotta go, Steve signed me up to train a few new agents. I’m saving this one for your birthday!”

“Bye Buck!”

Placing the drawing back in its box, your dad spoke up “How are you?”

Sighing at his question you replied, “Dad, I’m fine. I’m good even! It’s been a month since the whole… thing. You don’t have to ask me how I’m doing every second.”

“I know, I know. It’s just,” it was his turn to sigh, “I was so worried I lost you. Or that you wouldn’t come back to me. Or that you might get distant again.” He trailed off at the last part.

You understood where he was coming from. It took you a week before you started talking more around him. It wasn’t like you blamed him for it, hell the only person you blamed were the damned guys that took you. But it was just hard to see Tony after he was the subject of all your questions. Most days, you needed Peter to remind you that your father was the one who found your location and initiated the search. That he was the one who fought the hardest to find you. Once you started feeling comfortable with the fact that what happened happened, you were able to drop back into reality. As if there wasn’t an awkward stage between you and your dad.

“I’m not gonna get distant again. Besides, that therapist you all forced me to see was pretty helpful. And Peter’s always there to talk to.”

“Ahh yes, Peter.” He playfully rolled his eyes at the mention of the boy who could never seem to be more than ten feet away from you.

“Yes, Peter.” You giggled out. “And speaking of the devil..”

Just then Peter walked into the living room, hair combed back nicely and a single flower in hand. He noticed you raise your eyebrow, nodding towards the flower.

“Hello, Mr. Stark.” He announced, stopping right before the two of you.

“Mr. Parker.” he smirked back.

“Ms. Stark,” Peter reached for your hand, pulling it up to his lips gaining another eye roll from Tony.

“Ugh. Do that again while in front of me and I’ll take the suit.” Tony got up from the couch, leaning over and planting a kiss on top of your head. Taking in your confused expression.

“Peter, did you not tell her you were taking her out?” He turned to the now skittish boy.

You eyed the two in front of you, looking down at your grey sweats and hoodie. You couldn’t just leave right now, you still needed to shower.

“I- I thought you were going to tell her.”

“No, Peter! I told you not to worry, I won’t tell her. Whatever, have fun kids. And Peter I swear to god, if anything h-”

“Don’t worry, sir.” Peter pulled up the sleeve of his jacket revealing a web slinger, “I’ve got precautions.”

Shaking your head, you get up to your feet, “So this all seems very sweet, but also very unplanned. I’m gonna hop in the shower while you two ladies continue chatting.”

“Don’t take too long! Our second date starts in thirty minutes!” Peter called out.

“Second date?” Tony asked, not noticing you stopped at the doorway, peering around the corner to watch the last of the conversation.

“Yeah, I mean, our first date was a bit of a mess. But it was still our first date.” Peter took a seat on the couch, patiently waiting for you.

“Oh.. I didn’t know these were dates. Well, here’s to a better date than your first.”

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Title: Battle Scars, part 2;

Fandom: X-Men (crossover with The Avengers, both movie-verse);

Character: Peter Maximoff;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: Cursing;

Request: Okay I have a long request, please bear with me (probably could be split into parts). I have been craving for a little crossover imagine between the Avengers and the X-men. Soooo I was thinking that the main OC or the “you” has a relationship with Peter and they are all happy and stuff (idk probably before Dark Phoenix, after Apocalypse) and their mutation is healing… they can easily heal wounds but it hurts them when they do and the Avengers want them to help in the fight with Thanos (1) They feel the pain of the wound and depending of how many wounds they heal it may actually hurt them. They are an old friend of Natasha and Clint. They end up having a fight with Peter because he doesn’t want them to go (I like to think the x-men did their part during the war too, so maybe you could come up with something) but they end up going anyway, without solving things between them and Peter. And of course they disappear in Thanos Snap and Peter grieves and all fast foward (2) the remaining x-men are helping the Avengers fight Thanos in End Game when the Blip happens and boom they are back and reunite with Peter and he matured a lot and was never able to let go of his s/o and fluff happens… sorry for the long request omg, I just got really excited and I really hope you like it and can do it… thank you so so much Author’s Note: Okay, first H O L Y S H I T I’m so excited while I’m writing this. Literally I loved the request and I hope this meets your expectations! I had to change a few things in your request though, to fit better with what I decided to write. And just a few warnings to anyone who is going to venture themselves reading this:

It’s quite obvious but I need to clarify that I’m changing a lot of stuff from both Avengers and X-Men movies to fit this request. So this is only part one so it’ll manly focus on Peter and the reader BUT I decided to consider him and Pietro as two different characters since they are from different movie universes theorically and since, well, Pietro barely even existed in the Avenger’s universe unfortunaly.

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Peter was training in the Danger Room with the other X-Men when the Snap happened.

He remembered and dreaded that day for all the years to come. 

The despair in the faces of all those mutants. All those kids, turning into dust without even knowing why. He remembered how Kurt’s legs disapeared first, so he fell right at Peter’s feet. Just when the silver haired boy was about to touch him, he completely vanished.

Stay together. Stay strong. Fight this era that is coming. Nev-

Professor Xavier.

He vanished too.

After the Snap only Peter, Jubilee, Raven, Warren and a few other students were left at the school.

The corridors were now empty, the rooms full of dust. They stopped taking care of the gardens. They grieved for their friends. The brothers, sisters, lovers and even those they didn’t get along well.

Peter was shattered once he found out you had vanished as well.

Natasha was the one who came personally to talk to him.

During your stay in Wakanda, while they tried to free Vision, before the invasion, you and her talked a lot. You told her about your fight and as if you were already guessing, you made her promise that if something happened to you, she’d tell him and be there if he needed anything. It was like you knew and Natasha complied, even if she was always brushing it off and saying that it wouldn’t be needed.

When the now blonde haired spy showed herself a month after the Snap in front of the Mansion without you by her side Peter knew.

Natasha walked into the hal, looking at Peter with simpathy but also grieving. Her eyes filled with tears before she could open her mouth and the remaining X-Men knew they had lost yet another friend.

Jubilee broke down sobbing into Raven’s shoulder while Warren left the room angrily.

And Peter...

Peter just stared at Natasha.

Empty.

That’s all he felt.

For the first time, Peter felt like there was no ground to his feet. His head was hammering with memories of you two. Your smile, your voice, your touch. Even though he didn’t had news of you right away there was a hope... a small hope in the back of his mind that you would come through that door, run into his arms and then you’d be together to fight against all of this.

He had to apologize for not having faith in your strenght.

He had to say he loved you.

He had to make things right.

Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat and approached Peter’s frozen frame. She hated physical contact with people she didn’t know outside missions, it was true, but to keep her promise to you she circled him with her arms, hugging him. It took him a moment to finally break down.

When he did his legs buckled and he and Natasha slumped in the ground. Peter was breathing heavly but no tears fell out of his eyes. He whispered things Natasha couldn’t grasp really fast and it took her a moment to understand that he was actually having a panic attack. He was shaking and trying to calm himself, but everytime he thought that he’d never see your face again the despair hit him harder.

During the beginning of the first year it was common for it to happen to him. 

He’d wake up on the few nights he was able to actually fall asleep with nightmares of you vanishing from his hands. To calm himself down he’d hold to the ring he carried around in a little neck chain, the ring he gave you in that beautiful day barely a few weeks before you disappeared.

Natasha kept a close look on him and the remaining mutants until she decided it would be better if they just moved in to the Facility. She had a lot of work to do commanding everyone who was outside the planet.

It was empty anyway...

So Peter, Jubilee, Raven and Warren moved there. The other kids went to look for their families but they knew where to find the remaining X-Men if needed.

Natasha and Peter got closer as time went by, always talking about you or how everything was before. She helped him cope with your loss and he help her cope with the disappearence of Clint Barton. He was alive, she knew, but he never came looking for the remaining team. So Peter helped her in the search for him.

Peter changed. A lot.

Everyone did.

He matured a lot in those years.

His hair was shorter and he didn’t really use his flashy jackets and sneakers anymore. Still with the rock band t-shirts at least, but his wardrobe had really sobered up. The only thing that didn’t change in five years was the neck chain with the ring. It became almost like a charm and comfort for him.

When he found out they had a chance to bring everyone back a little bit of the old Peter came back. He tried his best to help all the geniuses during the preparations for the Time Heist - as Scott Lang described - getting more and more hopeful that it would work.

He, Stark, Warren and Rocket became the sarcasm squad and Captain America had to keep them on the line because sometimes the jokes went a little overboard of the respect zone. They’d just shrug and highfive each other earning a smack in the head from Raven and sometimes even Nat.

Raven and Jubilee became as close as Nat and Peter. They became each other’s support and even though they got along especially well with Banner and Steve, they prefered to be in each other’s company, together with Peter and Warren. It hurt everytime they reminisced the past, but somehow they felt that in that way, the memories of their friends would never fade. The four of them would sit for hours and talk about the Mansion, the mutants, the professors and classes. Hell, Peter even found out that you had a crush on him ever since the first time you saw him.

And he would always talk to you before going to sleep. Natasha taught him to do that when his nightmares were to constant and bad. He’d sit by the window or in the corner of his bed and speak as if you were right there with him, while his fingers played around with the ring. You weren’t there, but you kept him strong.

Then finally, the day of the Time Heist came.

Peter stayed on the Facility with the other mutants during the mission because he had had no contact whatsoever with any of the Infinity Stones, so as fast as he could be, they decided it was better for him to stay.

"Hey, you are back!” he and the others rushed towards the Avengers after they appeared again on the plataform.

“Did we get them all?”

“Are you telling me this actually worked?”

Before they could cheer their victory, Clint feel to his knees. That’s when they found out Natasha was gone. 

Gone for good.

Peter didn’t cry right away like the others did. But he sure as hell felt it. 

He noticed that his tears were weirdly slow.

Natasha had given her life for that plan. For those people she considered as her family and made her better. She did it for you.

While the Avengers discussed if she would come back or not with the power of the Stones, Peter went for a run. It was the only thing that kept his mind working like it should. Whenever he felt like it was about to snap, he’d put on his goggles and run.

He saw in his mind the past five years flashing as the woman who was back to being a redhair and had taken care of him tried to hide her own pain. She had became almost like an older sister and her support was the glue that pieced all the small parts of his heart together.

When he got far enough, on a tall hill, he screamed, his tears finally falling.

That had to work.

Not only for you.

But for her too.

After releasing all his frustration over Nat’s death, he ran back. He sure as hell didn’t want to miss the moment everyone would be brought back.

Banner had the Glove on his hand while everyone prepared for a possible blown. Scott and Rhodey closed their suits, Rocket hid behind Thor and Tony created an energy shield protecting Clint while his armor did the job for him. Raven, Jubilee and Peter were shielded by Warren, who enclosed his metal wings as close as possible of them.

Tony activated a protocol that closed all the doors and windows with heavy metal doors.

“Well... if something happens we burn to death together...” Peter whispered earning a whack in the head from Raven.

Bruce suffered. They all could see the agony and pain until he finally was able to snap his fingers.

As soon as the doors opened, Peter dashed outside, stopping at the garden. He had no idea his breath was stuck on his throat until he finally saw it.

People walking on the streets looking totally lost reaching for their phones, calling family and friends to try and understand what the hell happened. He also saw people hugging, crying, shouting. It was a mess. But everyone was back.

Somewhere you were back for him.

Before he could feel any happiness though, there was a large explosion coming from the Avengers Facility.

Peter rushed there, entering the rubble to search for everyone. Everything was completely destroyed. On his communicator he learned that Rhodey, Bruce and Rocket were on the lower levels and they were flooding really fast. Raven and Jubilee were lost inside of what was left of the Facility and they didn’t know anything about Warren yet.

They tried to help the ones on the lowers levels but there was no way in where they were. The only one able to help them in the end was Scott.

Peter focused on trying to find a way out for Jubilee and Raven, searching for Warren in the proccess. Finally they managed to find the Archangel.

“You have to see what’s going on out there...” he said, blue eyes completely wide, flying towards an exit that probably used to be on an upper floor.

The others climbed through the rubbles, exiting what was left of the building. And couldn’t believe their eyes.

Portals.

Many portals.

Looking at each other quickly, Peter grabbed Raven while Warren carried Jubilee towards where Captain America stood. He nodded at their presence, still dumbfolded as their friends and allies kept showing.

Peter’s breath caught on his throat as he heard a familiar BAMF.

Kurt, Jean, Scott and Ororo.

Jubilee choked out a sob “H-How did you know where to come?”

“We had a little help from Professor...” Jean answered, smiling “Things went crazy, huh? You all... changed a lot...”

Soon Peter’s attention flew back to the portals as Black Phanter shouted something. The mutants watched in amazement as new portals appeared while armies with Wakanda soldier’s, Asgardians and sorceres came out, ready for the battle.

And then finally...

Finally...

He saw you.

His eyes marveled at how you didn’t change a single thing ever since he last saw you. The day you had that stupid fight. Five years had passed and now he barely remembered that. He kept holding into the good memories. You were so beautiful.

When you looked in the direction of Captain America and saw him it felt like your heart would stop. You rushed towards them, holding a huge gun in your hands, S.H.I.E.L.D’s courtesy. You knew you had to focus on the battle first but gosh, you wanted to throw yourself into Peter’s arms so bad. You healead Steve, who was the closest one to you, letting the gun hang in your shoulders through a strap attached to it.

Before you could look at him again, Peter was already by yourside. Instead of speaking or doing anything else he grabbed your hand, squeezing tightly your fingers between his. You nodded, understanding that before anything else, you had a war to win and that was a promise he was making to you.

“Avengers...!” Captain’s voice ringed at your right and you let go of Peter’s hand after a final squeeze, getting your gun ready and preparing your fight stance. Nothing but determination filled your’s and everyone else’s eyes.

Losing was out of question.

“Assemble.”

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