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mrsstruggle · 8 months

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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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sarahsmi13s · 6 months

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A Sibling's Promise

whumptober day 12: character death

pairing: peter parker x older sister!reader

characters: peter parker, sister!reader, happy hogan, mj, ned, the avengers, may, mysterio

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, canon events in the mcu, blood, crying, parental death, sibling death, character death, very time jumpy, let me know if i missed any!

word count: ~3.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

this is remastered from my wattpad, so i have permission. this is under the title "multiverse pt 1"

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a sibling's promise is one that can stand the test of time. it's a promise that can be fulfilled at any moment, even in death

It was dark and it was hot. You had a hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing. "Come on! Where are you?" Your eyes widened, he was close. "I'm gonna find you."

He was right there.

Suddenly light flooded your vision. "No! I've been caught by the mighty Iron Man!" You dramatically flopped out of the closet door onto the floor. Peter laughed and placed his feet on either side of your torso.

You laughed, sitting up to catch the 8 year-old in your arms. "No, now I've been caught," he pulled off his plastic Iron Man mask. "Yes you have, and now I'm gonna use your weakness against you!" "Iron Man has no- AHHH!" You started to tickle him. He became deadweight in your arms, screaming and laughing. You began to laugh too.

He started to fall to the floor. You immediately stopped tickling him and managed to catch his head before it hit the floor.

You both slowly ceased your laughter, panting a little. "Thanks for playing Iron Man with me, Y/N." Peter hugged you. "Of course, Petey." "Thanks for protecting my head too." You smiled, "I'll always protect you, Peter." You hugged him a little tighter before getting up off the floor.

You brushed off your pants and sighed. "Pete, why don't you go clean up? I'll meet you in the kitchen iiinnn 10 minutes?" "Make it 8." You shrugged, "8 it is."

Peter rushed to put his toys away and wash his hands. You went to get ready for work.

8 minutes passed and you walked into the kitchen, Peter just finishing up washing his hands.

He turned, frowning when he saw you in your uniform. "You have to work today?" You nodded, "Yeah, I'm sorry Peter. I got a call, they need me to fill in." "I thought we were gonna play video games and build Legos?"

You ran your hand through his wavy hair, "How about when I get home, we have a sleepover?" "Can we play video games?" You nodded, "All the games you want." "Even the scary ones?" You winced, "I don-" He gave you the puppy eyes. "Pete- *sigh* I'll think about it." "I'll take it," he hugged you. You laughed and rubbed his back.

"I'm home!"

"In the kitchen, May!"

She rushed in, "Hey, you should probably get going, don't want you to be late." You nodded, squeezing Peter's shoulder before you let go. "Okay, I'll be back around 7."

You walked by Aunt May and she handed you a jacket, "It's supposed to rain. Be careful, and the customer is not always right!" You laughed as you went out the door, shrugging the windbreaker onto your shoulders.

As you move to close the door you turn to Peter. He waved, smiling, "Hi, Y/N." You smile and wave to him, "Hi, Peter."

(SM:Homecoming)

You burst into Peter's room.

"You're Spider-Man!?"

Peter screamed and fell out of his chair, "Shhh! Keep your voice down!" He ran up to you, shushing you.

"You're Spider-Man?!" You whisper yelled as you closed his door. "How did you find out?" "You're not the best at keeping secrets, Pete." He scoffed, offended, "What? I am great at keeping secrets." "Really? You sure? Cause I remember when I got my first boyfriend, and told you not to tell May."

"And I didn't!" He defended. "You so did! The day after I told you May immediately gave me the safe-sex talk." Peter shrugged, "Everyone needs to hear that-" "I was 17!" "Well, in my defense, you shouldn't have told a 9 year-old to keep a secret." You rolled your eyes, "Whatever."

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, "How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you had powers?"

"Since I was 14." "14!?" He flinched slightly at your volume.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face, "Did you fight in the Avengers 'Civil War'?" He opened his mouth. "Don't lie to me." He sighed, "Yes, but I-" "Just be careful, please."

He heard the desperation in your tone and he nodded, looking into your eyes, "Of course." "Because I couldn't live with myself if-" He grabbed your shoulders, "Hey-hey, I'm gonna be okay. I'll be careful, I promise."

He ran his hand down the side of your head, attempting to comfort you, “I promise.” You nodded, grabbing his hand. "Just please, don't tell May. I don't want her to know just yet." You nodded again, "Of course. Secrets safe with me. What else are big sisters for?" He smiled and hugged you. "Thank you."

It was silent for a moment. "Now I wish I never turned down the internship after the Battle of New York."

(Avengers: Infinity War)

Peter looked at Tony, panic in his eyes. "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good."

"You're okay, you're okay."

"I don't -- I don't know what's happening." Tony caught him as his legs dusted beneath him. "I don't wanna go Mr. Stark, please. I don't wanna go. I can't go. I can't leave her..."

Tony laid him down, gripping his hand as he dusted away. "Tell her I'm sorry, please. I broke my promise..." "I'll tell her, kid." He looked at Tony, "I'm sorry..."

(between Infinity War and Endgame)

You bounced your leg as you waited for Peter to walk through your door, or Stephen to open a portal in your kitchen. Ned had immediately called you when Peter got off the bus and Wong called you about Stephen. You knew May was gone. You watched her dust in front of you.

Now you waited. Hope still filling your chest as you waited for a sign they both were okay.

When someone knocked at your door, you bolted to it.

Only for you to open it and find Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff at your door. "Hey, can I help you?" Steve's frown was prominent and Nat's eyes were red. "Y/N Parker?" You nodded, crossing your arms as your nerves set in. "We need you to come with us, it's important." You didn't question it and left with them.

You ran into the Compound, Steve and Nat calling for you to wait. But you didn't hear them, your sole focus was running in there and finding Peter, alive.

"Peter?! Peter!"

You ran into a room, seeing some Avengers you recognized and a few you didn't. "Uh, hi," you greeted. "Um, have you seen a 16/17 year-old boy? About this tall, brown hair, brown eyes, probably had a red and blue suit on."

The group gave you a look of sympathy, but not an answer. "Please, I just need to know-"

"Y/N?"

You turned to see Tony on a hospital bed. "Tony!" You jogged up to him. "Where's Peter?"

Tony couldn't look you in the eyes. "Tony... Where's Peter?" "I'm so sorry, Y/N..."

You felt like throwing up. "No. No. Tony, this isn't funny. Don't lie to me." "I'm not lying Y/N." You shook your head, not bothering to hold your tears back. "He told me to tell you that he's sorry, for breaking his promise..." Your knees gave out, sending you straight to the floor.

You broke down, clutching your chest as you gasped for air. Nat was by your side, catching you when you tackled her, gripping at her clothes. She rubbed your back in comfort, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." "I promised..."

She pulled you back to look at you, "Promised?" "I promised Mom and Dad that I would keep him safe. That I would protect him. I promised him that I would protect him. That's what big sisters do. They protect their little siblings."

Nat bit her lip and pulled you in again as you cried, sobbing for your little brother and praying this was just a sick dream.

(post Endgame)

Tony called you the moment he figured out time travel, saying that he's not sure if it will work but thought you deserved to know. You were equally grateful and terrified about it.

But now you were pacing your kitchen. Aunt May had called you from a random phone, so you knew it worked. May was on her way, you having moved since the Blip. Tony had a house built for you, feeling like he owed you in some way.

A knock broke your trance and you looked to the door. You hesitated, not being 100% sure it was Peter. Then you heard his voice, "Y/N, Ms. Potts said you would be here. It's-it's Peter."

You broke out into a tear-filled smile, rushing to the door.

You pulled the door open, revealing a very disheveled, but alive, Peter.

You smiled, embracing him. "Pete, oh God, you're back. You're back." He hugged you, crying into your shoulder, "Is-Is May-" You nodded, pulling back to hold his face, "She's on her way. She blipped too…"

Peter's face softened, "Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. You were alone, I'm-" You shook your head, "No, Pete, please don't apologize." You smiled, tears falling as you moved his dirty hair out of his face.

He rested his forehead on yours, "I broke my promise…" You shook your head, "It was a ridiculous promise…" He chuckled before falling to your shoulder in tears.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

"Tony's gone… He sacrificed himself to defeat Thanos." You gripped onto Peter, "Pete.. I'm so sorry."

You moved him to the couch, not caring if he was gonna get your couch dirty, he needed you.

(Far From Home)

Peter limped across the bridge, looking for a way to get up to Mysterio.

"Peter?" He turned, the eyes on his mask widening in panic.

"No, no, no. Y/N you have to leave, it's not safe." He did his best to hide his limp from you as you looked him over. "Peter," you looked around, taking in the damage. "Are you okay?" He nodded playing it off, despite knowing you can see right through it.

"Please get out of here, I can't let him hurt you. Please go find Happy," he turned you and tried to push you away. You fought back, "No, Pete. I'm not leaving you." "Please you have to. I can't let you get hurt," he grabbed the sides of your head. "Please. I can't get you killed." You shook your head, "I'm not leaving."

"Will you please stop being so damn stubborn!?" Peter threw his hands up. "I'm your big sister! I'm supposed to protect you! It's my job!"

"Y/N... please, let me protect you this time. Let me be a good brother." You looked down, biting your lip with your hands on your hips, "You're the best brother." He hugged you. "Go get 'em, Pete." You couldn't see his smile but you knew it was there.

Mysterio had watched the whole interaction, smiling as he found another weakness for Peter. He smirked as you walked away and prepared for Peter's attack.

Once he had Peter preoccupied with fighting his drones, Mysterio managed to use his illusion tech to lure you back.

"Y/N! Y/N, help! Help me!"

You wiped around to see Peter on the ground. You didn't hesitate to run back and help.

"Peter!" You fell to your knees beside him, looking him over, "Where are you hurt?" "Everywhere, it hurts everywhere."

Just then, you remembered what Peter told you over the phone, All of the attacks are fake. He uses some sort of illusion tech. And you remembered the look on his face, how he had to be sure it was you.

"Peter, did I date during the blip?" It furrows its brows, "Why would you ask me that right now?" "Please, just answer me."

It sighed, "We've never talked about the blip." You gave him a tight smile, "You're right, I just had to be sure." You and Peter actually talked about the 5 years he had been gone quite often. Just to help him catch up on pop culture.

This wasn't your Peter and you need to escape it.

Finally you decided to just run for it, "I think I hear medics, Peter. I'm gonna go get them. Just stay here, okay?" The illusion nodded, shifting while groaning in pain. You got up and sped walked towards the exit.

In your escape, you felt a shooting pain in your leg and you fell, "Shit!" "Too smart for your own good, Y/N," Beck sighed. You turned to see the drone. "You won't win," you spat through gritted teeth. "I already have," the drone shot you in the stomach before freeing some rubble above you, trapping you under broken concrete.

MJ ran onto the bridge, looking everywhere for Peter.

She saw him coming towards her, mask off and limping.

He looked up and saw her, "MJ." She dropped her mace, "Hey."

They ran at each other and embraced, "Are you okay?" "I'm okay, are you okay?" Peter asked, hugging her tighter. "Yeah."

"Everybody else okay?" "Everyone's okay."

"What happened?" "The-the drones, they were following us. Th-then they just stopped," MJ didn't let go of Peter. "Was that you?" "Yeah." They pulled away from the hug. "Did you get him?" Peter looked down with a small nod, "Yeah."

MJ pointed at the mace, "Well, I-uh-brought that. In case you needed some help." They both chuckled dryly, "Thanks."

"Anyway-uh- there's this sweaty guy, in the tower with us. I think he works with you, or something." Peter furrowed his brows, confused for a second before he realized she was talking about Happy.

"He-he -um- gave me this," she held out the broken Black Dahlia necklace. Peter gasped, "No, no! Oh, MJ, oh I'm so sorry. I had this plan, this stupid plan, and I wrote it all down, and I was gonna buy you this, give it to you in Paris-" MJ kissed him, cutting off his rant.

He looked at her stunned and she gave him a small smile. "Aaand you kissed me. What?" "I don't have a lot of luck when it comes to getting close to people...um... so I lied. I wasn't just watching you because I thought you were Spider-Man." Peter chuckled, "That's great."

She looked down at the necklace, "Black Dahlia like-" "Like the murder," they said at the same time. "Yeah," Peter laughed a little before looking at the broken necklace, "I'm sorry it's broken." MJ looked down at it, playing with it, "I actually think I like it better broken." Peter smiled, nodding.

When are you gonna tell her Pete? - Y/N have got a plan. - Plans are for nerds, Peter. Just tell her.

He smiled as he remembered your words, "I really like you." MJ smiled, "I really like you too." Peter smiled before they kissed, pulling away just to come back and kiss again.

When they pulled away again MJ left to go back to the class. "Hey, MJ?" She turned, "Yeah?" "When you see Y/N, tell her I'm okay, please." She nodded, "Of course." Peter nodded and turned to get out of his suit and meet up with the class.

MJ returned the mace to the tower before running to meet up with the class.

She slowed down when she saw the ambulances and the people getting looked over.

"MJ, is Peter okay?" She looked at Ned and Happy, "Yeah. Yeah, he's okay. Have you seen Y/N?"

"MJ?"

The girl turned at the call of her name, gasping when she saw you on the ground. "Y/N!"

Ned and MJ ran to be at your side. "MJ, Ned, are you guys okay?" They both nodded, looking over your injuries. "Is Peter okay?" "Yeah, yeah he's fine. Are you okay?" You nodded, "Yeah, now that I know you guys are safe."

MJ and Ned looked at your wounds, tears filling their eyes. You had become a big sister to them. And they knew how strong your bond with Peter was. Him and Aunt May were all you had left.

Meanwhile Peter was looking for Happy, "Happy!"

He ran up to him, "Hey, have you seen Y/N?" Happy gave him a sad smile, Peter being too tired to really see it. "Peter-"

"Oh my God," Peter saw you over Happy's shoulder. He ran to you, MJ and Ned moving out of the way.

He fell to his knees, taking stock of your injuries. "No... no... no... this wa-wasn't supposed to happen. I-I told you to get off the bridge. Why didn't you leave?" You chuckled, wincing in pain after, "Beck..." Peter noticed your shallow breathing and your heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"Beck, he-uh-he tricked me... When I noticed it was fake I tried to leave... Then," your back arched as your face scrunched up in pain. Peter shook his head, "Stop talking, help's on the way. Just focus on me, okay?"

He turned, "I need a medic over here, please!" His voice crack made Happy, MJ and Ned flinch.

He turned back to you and your eyes were struggling to stay open. "No, no, Y/N, keep your eyes open. Please, don't- Oh God, this is all my fault." His tears slipped past his eyes, falling onto your clothes.

You shook your head, "No, Pete, this is not your fault. Please don't blame yourself." "If I would have just kept you in the dark, you wouldn't be here and you," he drew in a shaky breath. "And you would be okay." "I would have found out, you know that," you chuckled, coughing and wincing in pain.

He nodded, his red and slightly swollen eyes filling with more tears. "What else are big sisters for?" MJ choked out a sob, covering her mouth.

"That's why you can't leave. I need you. You're my sister, I can't do this without you," his voice went from strong and normal, to weak and a whisper. He cried onto your shoulder, "Please don't go..."

Happy was looking around, "We need a damn medic! What the hell is taking so long?!" He stomped off, looking for someone to help you.

Your shaking hand came up to run through the short hair at the back of his neck. He sobbed onto your shoulder. "Pete," you brought in a shaky breath. "Pete, please look at me." He looked at you. "I need you to promise me something." He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Take care of Aunt May for me." He smiled, nodding, "Of course." "And please, don't stop helping people. They need a hero," you smiled and wiped his tears. "They need you Peter."

He nodded, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on yours, "Okay." You closed your eyes as well, "And smile, Pete. I'll always be there, okay?" He nodded, "Thank you."

Ned and MJ were crying, both wanting to comfort Peter but knew he needed this. Happy walked up beside them. "Where's the medic?" He shook his head, "There weren't enough ambulances..." "No, she-she can't..." Ned and MJ hugged, crying.

Peter pulled back, frowning at your lack of response. Your eyes were closed, lips parted slightly. "No," he shook his head. "No... no... no... please, oh God, please no."

He shook your shoulders, "No, Y/N, no please..." One of his hands cradled your face, "Please..."

He hung his head, letting out a low, broken, "hello..." Hoping you would say it back, but knowing full well you wouldn't.

Happy sighed, grabbing his shoulder. "Peter, you need to get back with the class..."

"I can't leave her here."

"Peter," MJ squatted beside him. "Harrington is looking for us, we need to go..."

"I can't leave her in a foreign place by herself."

"I'll take her back. Fury and I will make sure she makes it home, I promise." Peter nodded, squeezing your hand before letting MJ and Ned help him up.

"Happy?" "Yeah, kid?" "May can't know it was Mysterio... She can't know Y/N was here." Happy nodded, "Of course."

Peter let out a small sob and looked at you one last time, "I'm so sorry."

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months

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as it was

pairing: peter parker x sister!reader

WC: 3K

warnings: small mentions of anxiety, maybe some cursing, just no way home angst. there is no physical description of reader, so you could read this as adopted!reader or however.

summary: you feel like there’s something missing from your life when may dies. you just aren’t sure what that thing is.

A/N: i started this april 11, 2022. something just came upon me to start writing for this draft again. i dont live in nyc so ignore all directions. my own gif (that’s why it’s shit)

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 25

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You were sitting in front of her grave.

The cold chill of New York winter settles into your bones. The trees were barren of any leaves with autumn having left a few weeks ago, no snowfall yet thankfully. The grass has been freshly cut along with some watering causing you to sit in a bit of wet grass, at least your coat was taking the moisture.

You brought some new flowers, just some simple white roses. The other flowers have been slowly wilting since your last visit, and you never want to have dead flowers resting with Aunt May’s grave.

As you replace the flora you sit back on the ground with the wilting stems staying in your hands to keep you from fidgeting around and picking the grass as you talk to her. You try to visit once a week, but sometimes you can only come twice a month because it will just hit you really hard one day that you have no one left, no immediate family anymore. The closest you have to any type of family is Happy Hogan, MJ, and Ned, which is kind of weird because when you think of your memories that involve the three of them, something is missing, a piece of a puzzle that won’t fit in its place.

“How are you today, may?” The wind just blows the hair around your face in different directions.

“I started to work at the Peter Pan cafe with MJ. Sometimes we have shifts together, but honestly, it’s kinda rare since it doesn’t get too busy there. The boss is an older man who’s lazy and has a snippy attitude for no reason, but it's an easy job. Don’t have to worry about my anxiety kicking in.” You stared down at your gloved-covered hands that clutched your crossed legs. Your lips rolled together as you let the silence cover you, thinking of what else to mention.

“Uh… Happy. Happy- he misses you, I miss you. He- uh… he took me in, unofficially adopted me. I’m thankful for him cause if I had to do all this- this, I don’t know, just I’m thankful he took pity on me and didn’t leave me to the wolves. MJ and Ned said they would’ve taken me in, but I think they just said it out of friendliness.” You shrugged your shoulders at the thought.

You perked your head up and glanced around the cemetery. Dozens of headstones, some having more grandeur stone carvings with angels or whatever. Fallen autumn leaves tumbled and kicked across the grass, sticking to trees or headstones before a breeze pushed them away and further off. It seemed you were the only person visiting a loved one at the moment, you wished someone accompanied you, but you liked being with May by yourself.

“Oh, uh, school. Probably want to know about school. I- I- I think I’m gonna take a gap year. Process and readjust to everything and I know if I was doing school I wouldn’t give my all and I don’t want to let you down. Plus, I need money and so I’ll probably need to work a few jobs- wanna help Happy with bills so he doesn’t feel stuck with me.”

A puff of air left your lips as you rubbed your arms up and down your biceps to get a good warmth back into your bones so you could stay longer. With a lick to your lips and a furrow to your brow, you hesitantly spoke a thought that’s been sitting on your tongue for a while, only feeling brave to speak them towards May.

“Ever since you- since you left… something has felt… off. I- I don’t even know what feels off, just that I’m missing something- someone in my life. But I don’t have anyone else. Mom and dad were gone too soon for me to remember their faces, Ben passed away a few years ago and then all I had was you. May... you’ve been my mom, you are my mom. And- and when the blip happened and we came back, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. Feeling like you were gone for only a minute but then people are telling you that it’s been five years and half the population turned to dust… but you came back and I felt safe again. And we got back into some normal groove again. And then hearing that you got into an accident and were killed-” your throat started to choke with restrained tears, “I’ve never been more scared in my whole life.”

You let a cry free before pulling yourself back in, wanting to continue your rant, “but, what I’m trying to get at… something feels out of place. I feel like someone is missing from the giant picture, memories feel like they’ve been edited- cutting out that person from our life, my life. Memories with MJ and Ned feel weird, and memories with Happy feel weird as well. Like trying to think about how the two of you met… something is burned away. I- I don’t know, probably just trying to find something to focus on.”

Your eyes met the dark stone, the words May Parker engraved with her date of birth and death. Your shoulders sagged, you were just talking to air about a nagging thought. Should probably look into getting therapy.

“I should start heading back, Happy’s probably worried about me.” You dusted your jacket and pants clean of any grass, might have a few wet spots soaking the fabric.

You stuffed your hands into the jacket pockets and just stood, not making an effort to leave just yet. There was a crunching of leaves that soon filled the quiet and you didn’t think anything of it, it could have been another visitor or Happy who came to visit and take you home, which happened a few times already. But when you looked in your periphery, it wasn’t someone at another grave and it wasn’t Happy. It was a boy.

Out of curiosity, you turned your head enough to get a proper look at the new arrival. You eyed him from head to toe, never seeing him around before. He looked to be about your age, just a teenager. A beanie covered his head, he wore a blue puffer jacket with a few stripes at the top with simple jeans and sneakers, nothing standing out. But there was just something about him…

“How did you know May?” The mystery boy spoke. It took you off guard, “huh?” Was all that came out. He cleared his throat and jerked his chin, again, “how- uh- how did you know May?” He turned to you before turning away.

“Oh, she- she was my aunt. Well, my mom really. Lived with her when I was young.” You stopped there and it was silent. You counted to five before asking, “how did you know her? If I may ask?” Your manners popping in.

The boy was quiet, eyes set on her name. He sniffled then wet his lips, “feast. I knew her from feast. She was- she was nice, always kind to everyone. She was like the mother I never had. I’m glad you had her as family.” His voice cracked on the word family, something you noted but didn’t push for further.

“Yeah. She was always looking out for the little guys.” A smile to your lips. “Was it just the two of you?” The boy asked then backed tracked, “only if you feel comfortable saying. Sorry, it just- it just slipped.”

You looked at the boy. He wasn’t fidgeting, but you could tell from his eyes that he was nervous about something. Your eyes just wandered over him, sure it may seem rude but you couldn’t help it. It was like a magnet was pulling you and you couldn’t resist the hold it had on you. You thought about lying to this stranger, but you didn’t. “Yeah. Well, it wasn’t always just the two of us. She had a husband, his name was Ben, and he’s buried in his home state. But he got shot during a robbery about… a decade ago… blip time difference is weird.” You mumbled off, realizing he died five years ago for you but with your dusting, that added an extra five. The boy agreed with a light chuckle, it warmed you.

“What about you? Any family still with you?” Bouncing back on his question.

His eyes drooped a slight frown on his face, “uh…no. No family, just me.” His eyes caught yours before, once again, looking away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Oh! No, it’s- it’s fine. I was asking the questions first anyway.”

You rolled your lips as you swayed on your feet. Neither of you decided to speak, just stood beside each other as you stared at the headstone and listened to the leaves falling. You wanted to look at the boy again but withheld yourself from doing so.

“I should- I should head home. But it was nice to meet you…” you trailed off hoping he’ll present his name. “Peter… Peter Parker.” He held a smile at the last name.

“Huh, funny coincidence. I’m (Y/n), Parker obviously.” You bid Peter a smile goodbye and turned your back to make your walk to the subway.

“Hey! Uh (Y/n)!” You heard the shouts and the crunching of leaves beneath his feet as he hurried to catch up with you. You stopped your steps and looked at Peter as he stopped a few steps away.

“Do you… do you take the subway?” “Yeah…”

“Do you mind if I walk you? I just- I would just feel a lot better knowing you made it safely plus I think May would… sorry- sorry. Only if you want, of course, I mean you just met me and-“

You stepped closer and touched his arm, “hey, it’s fine. I would like the company. Plus, it’s just the subway, you’re not walking me to the front door.” You shrugged at the end before nodding your head to the iron gates.

The two of you traveled down the busy and packed streets of New York. Shifting and turning your bodies so you didn’t bump into anyone, especially someone who wasn’t in the right mood that day. The walking was quiet at first, two strangers who just met and didn’t know what boundaries were already drawn. You kept making glances at Peter beside you before looking away, at the sky or the buildings around you.

“Are you in school?” Peter was the first to ask, once again. You were thankful he took the first steps.

“Oh, well I’m eighteen so I’m about to graduate high school. And I was planning to go to college, out of state or in state, not sure. But after May… I’m taking a gap year. Want to get my bearings first before I focus back on school… How’s your academic future?” You eyed him as he watched you talk.

“Uh, well I’m eighteen as well. And something happened during the school year so I kinda have to start senior year over again. I was planning to go to MIT for college, but that’ll just have to wait.” He scratched his nose before stuffing his hand back into his jacket pocket.

“Another coincidence. Two of my friends are going.” You saw the smile Peter tried to hide from your comment.

“Do you have a job, Mr. Parker?” Already giving joking nicknames.

You didn’t notice the stiffness to his shoulders or the sadness that glazed over his eyes before stuttering, “uh, I’ve applied to a- a few different jobs. Kinda hard- not a high school graduate so my options are limited. Gotta look for the desperate places.”

“But those are kinda sketchy. Not the safest.”

His attention was on you, “yeah, well, I can handle myself.” He nudged your arm and pulled a smile from you as you shook your head. “What about you? Any sketchy jobs?”

“Not sketchy, just boring and quiet. I work at a small café with my friend. An easy job since I have anxiety.” You keep your answers vague with enough detail.

Silence came back around. Cars honking and people talking to each other or over the phone. Couples holding hands or looped around each other.

“Anyone special in your life?” Was your first question to come to mind.

You weren’t sure if the flush was due to the low temperature or the abrupt question towards Peter, who’s still a stranger, about if he was seeing someone.

“No, no. I- I had someone, but she left me. For the best, I think.”

“Why is that? Secretly with the mob or something?”

He laughed, “Nah, nothing like that. Just… I'm broken and a mess. Don’t want her dealing with… all that.” He made a circling hand gesture. You just hummed.

You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings so you didn’t see the group of kids running and pushing into everyone coming your way. So with a tight hold on your bicep and a yank, you yelped and looked around. Peter pulled you behind him and you followed his eyes as you watched the kids pass as they shouted and yelled.

“Stupid kids.” You muttered before continuing your walk. “Thank you, for pulling me.” “Oh, it’s nothing.”

You were only a block or two away from a station.

“What about you?” “What about me?” “Anyone special?” He had a playful tone to his words. You just shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice. I stick more to the shadows anyway, used to get bullied, so I keep my head down and mouth closed,” you looked to see if he was listening, and he was, “also, I’m kinda a hopeless romantic. Romance books, love songs; especially Taylor Swift's love songs, and a few rom-coms. Anyway, what I’m saying is that, no. No one special, probably not for a while. But maybe that’s okay, maybe I’ll find ‘the one’ when it’s time.”

Peter didn’t respond to your words. You smacked a hand over your face.

“What? What’s-“ “I just spilled my random thoughts to you, who’s still a stranger.”

You pulled your hand away and ran your fingers through your hair before moving it to your pocket for warmth. You looked at Peter and you were just full-on staring, eyes roving over his side profile or his face if he looked your way before facing forward. A tilt of your head came up.

“You know… maybe it wasn’t a coincidence.” You kept looking at Peter. “What wasn’t?” His eyes were on his feet.

“Meeting each other.” And you looked away just as Peter almost tried over his feet even as he watched every step. You kept walking, not aware of the cogs turning in Peter’s mind as he processed your words.

“What- What do you mean? How isn’t this a coincidence? I think it was just lucky timing.”

You threw a hand out as you talked, “What I mean is… maybe May sent you this way. Two people she knew and cared about, both lonely and without a family around. Plus come on, your last name is Parker. That's just crazy. I don’t know, just- it’s just crazy!”

You smiled at the boy as you crossed the street and walked down the crowded and smelly stairs leading to the subway. You checked to see if Peter was still with you and when you saw he was pushed back by a few people, you moved to the side and waited for him to meet your side. You flashed a smile when he reappeared and you both continued on your walk toward the entrances. You checked to see if any cops were around and seeing none you hopped over the spinning entrance, Peter a second behind.

“What train do you take?” “A train, you?” “F for me.”

You thought this meant that the two of you would split up, but Peter walked with you and stayed by your side as you waited for your train to arrive. You checked your pockets to make sure you had your phone, wallet, keys, and headphones, along with your taser and pepper spray that Happy bought for you. You texted Happy that you were waiting for your train and should be home within the hour.

After about thirty-five minutes you heard the screeching of wheels on tracks and saw the lights glow into the station. You turned to Peter with a smile, “well, looks like my ride's here.” He nodded at your words and he opened his mouth and then closed it. You stayed back seeing if he’ll say the words on his mind.

As the train got closer and he didn’t say anything you decided to be the first to speak. “Would it be okay if I get your number? I- I know we just met, but… you seem like a good friend.” You cringed a bit, it was almost like a terrible pickup line. And you weren’t hitting on him, it just felt gross to even think that.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d love to have a friend.” Peter stopped your worrying thoughts. You passed him your phone and then he passed it back before pulling his out and showing a text on his home screen.

You started towards the open doors and passed the rushing people and with a quick turn, you called out to Peter and he looked your way waiting to hear what you needed to say before you let the subway whisks you away.

“Stop by feast when you can. We can always use the extra hands and May would be thankful.” And before you got any reply you walked further into the metal tub and took a seat, sticking an earbud in and pressing play on an album you’ve had on repeat.

Already planning to visit May tomorrow after your morning shift to talk about your new friend. And Peter would keep watch from a distance and when you left he would speak with May quietly. Promising her that he’ll keep you safe and be your friend, maybe not your brother never again, only in his mind.

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bitchystxrk3000 · 9 months

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Tony: Y/N, Peter, I’ve left a letter telling your guardians not to worry—

Y/N: They won’t.

Tony: That you’re safe—

Y/N: That’ll just depress them.

Tony: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks.

Peter: Do we have to?

#incorrect marvel quotes #marvel #mcu fandom #marvel mcu #mcu #peter parker #peter benjamin parker #tony stark #anthony edward stark #iron dad #peter parker x sister!reader #tony stark x teen!reader

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book-place · 1 year

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Guilty Conscience

Warnings: tasm spoilers, mention of character death, panic attacks, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Peter Parker x sister reader

Request: Hey, I have a request! who knows a oneshot where Peter Parker's younger sister feels guilty for Uncle Ben's death for having participated in the whole event up close and feeling that she should have done something (even though she is only 12(?) years old and really couldn't have done much about it) and starts to pull away from May and Peter because of this (and also because Peter started acting weird due to his "spider problem") and, after she arrives one day shaken from school due to an anxiety attack related to it all, Peter just tries to reach out and comfort her? (oh and if you can make it be TASM! Peter Parker I would be so grateful lol) Well, I hope you can understand what I mean and my idea itself lol English is not my first language, by the way, so... sorry if I missed a spelling issue or something! ps: I love your oneshots! your writing is really amazing and i'm glad it reached me here from brazil <3

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You’ve never felt more alone then you did after your uncles death

A/N: Hi :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You rattled off a long sigh, letting your eyes slip up to the building in front of you. The intimidating, cold building stood there like a prison, waiting for its next guilty occupant. In this case, you.

But at the end of the day, it was just a school, and perhaps you were the only one who felt like a prisoner in the place of learning and popularity. You doubted it, though.

As much as you tried to ignore them, it was practically impossible to miss the way people would send you long glances- some with pity, others with amusement- before turning to their friends and beginning whispering to each other. As if you weren’t right there.

Though you had only been pulled out of school for a week, it felt as though it had been an eternity. An endless cycle of pain, guilt, and grief.

The best you could do was act as if you didn’t hear anybody or notice the way students parted in the hallway all around you.

You pretended as if this was just a one day thing, that it would go away as soon as the final bell rang. But you knew that it would last a good month before it fully faded from people’s memories and they stopped caring.

So far, you hadn’t yet figured out if you were longing for or dreading for when that time would come. To finally have people stop making you the center of attention, or to have people forget the reason you hadn’t been in school. The person it was because of. When that time comes, would they forget about him all together? Everybody? Would life just carry on as if he were never there?

You had begged your Aunt May to let you stay out for another week, but she insisted that the best thing that could be done for you was to send you back into the real world. She said that she would be doing it with you, going back to work on the same day.

And though she didn’t say it, you knew that she meant that you had to move on, learn how to live a life without your Uncle Ben. The only father figure in your life. One of the people you loved most in the world. And as of a week ago, the only person you felt like was still on your side.

For some time now, your older brother, Peter, had been distancing himself from not just you, but your entire family as well. And that stung.

The two of you used to be as close as siblings could be, rarely ever arguing, always getting along.

Your aunt always claimed it was the age gap, you being twelve and Peter being seventeen, but you always secretly thought it was because he wasn’t dead set like all the other teenagers at seeming too cool to hang out with their younger sibling. He actually cared about you, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

But then he was distancing himself, and you felt alone.

Sure, you had May, but you had never been as close to her as you were to Ben or Peter.

Though everyone avoided you like the plague, the hallways felt too crowded. Too stuffy. Too loud. Too bright.

You hadn’t even realized how much your breathing had picked up until dark spots had begun to dance in the corners of your vision. Only then did you feel the tight squeeze in your chest and the way your hands were shaking uncontrollably.

It wasn’t until you began swaying back and forth on your feet, stumbling through the hall slightly, did you realize that you really had to get out of there.

No longer caring about the whispers that would go around, you barged into an empty and dark classroom, closing the door behind you just in time for you to lose your balance completely.

Helplessly grasping onto the wall for support, you slipped down until your knees were touching your chest, breathing becoming more shallow and rapid as you gasped for air.

Your hands flew up to your hair and you began tugging at the roots, ignoring the sting that came along with it, the same way you were ignoring the way salty tears had begun to leak out of your eyes and make their way down your face.

That was how you spent the next thirty minutes, rocking back and forth with no thoughts other than everything that had happened to you within the week, everything you had lost, everything that would happen.

-•-

When you had finally managed to calm yourself down, you had decided that staying at school for the rest of the day would be pointless.

So, you slipped out of the building undetected and began your long trek home.

It was what you needed, you supposed, to have the comforting noises of the city drown out all the thoughts in your head.

You of course avoided the streets that reminded you of that night, the very ones that you were also mentally avoiding.

Now your problem has become physical and mental.

By the time you got home, at least half of a school day had passed, but you couldn’t care less.

You quickly shrugged off and discarded your backpack, throwing it down beside your shoes before trudging up the stairs, trying to make a beeline for your room before a voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/n?” Peter asked, peeking his head out from his own room as his eyes widened in surprise at seeing you.

You froze like a deer in headlights under your older brother's gaze. He was supposed to be in school as well.

His eyebrows furrowed, automatically taking in the way your hands were shaking slightly by your sides and your disheveled hair, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

A scoff escaped your lips before you could stop yourself and you rolled your eyes slightly, turning on your heel and stomping the rest of the way to your room.

“Hey- what? Y/n, wait!” He called, pushing off of the wall and scrambling after you, pushing on your door just in time to stop it from slamming in his face.

“Go away, Peter.” You demanded through gritted teeth, not even looking at him as he spoke.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” He insisted, brown orbs sweeping over every inch of your face as if that alone would inform him of what he wanted to know, “You can talk to me, Y/n.”

Your jaw clenched as you whipped around to glare up at him dangerously, watching as his eyes widened in surprise at your actions, “That’s rich coming from you.” You hissed.

“Why aren’t you in school?” He continued calmly, not losing his patience with you. He never lost his patience with you.

“Why aren’t you in school?” You shot back, giving up on trying to close the door and turned back into your room, stiffly sitting on your bed with your back against the headboard.

“It was too hard,” He admitted softly, shuffling after you slightly and coming to a halt in front of where you sat.

Despite yourself, your muscles relaxed slightly at his words. You weren’t the only one feeling that way.

Hesitantly, he sunk onto the mattress near your feet, “You’re not alone, Y/n,” He spoke softly, slowly reaching out and grabbing onto your hand, squeezing it lightly.

Angrily, you shook your hand out of his grasp and brought it to your chest, where you crossed your arms.

A flash of hurt went through his eyes at your gesture before he spoke up again, “Please just tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.”

“You want to help me?” You seethed, something finally snapping inside of you as you sat up on your knees so that you were eye level with him, “Well then where were you last week? Where were you when Uncle Ben died? Where were you as I sat in the middle of the street and screamed for help, to useless to do anything other than that to try and save my uncle?”

By then, tears had once again begun to roll down your cheeks in waves of sorrow, and Peter felt his heart break more than it ever had before.

He had been so caught up in his own grief and everything going on after getting bitten by that spider that he hadn’t even been able to see you, his little sister, only twelve years old, in so much pain.

“I’m so sorry,” He breathed out, tears of his own springing into his eyes as he drew you into his arms and to his chest.

This time, you didn’t fight him as you melted into his hold, grasping onto his shirt tightly as you sobbed along with your elder brother.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He kept repeating, burying his face in your hair as he spoke, “It wasn’t your fault. I promise you it wasn’t. Okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder, sniffling slightly as you hiccuped a little bit while your tears finally subsided.

“I’ll be better,” He whispered, “I won’t leave you like that ever again, you hear me? I promise.”

Two promises. Two of the biggest ones he possibly ever has or ever will make, but he meant them with every bone in his body.

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Prom Night [ MJ x Fem!Reader]

Pairing(s): MJ x Fem! Parker Reader

Peter Parker x Sister! Reader

Request: fem!reader is a spider person, and instead of tom holland spider-man, she is in MJ’s universe. maybe it’s prom night or something, and as she’s beginning to dance with MJ, the green goblin, or some other villain attacks the school?

Words: 1,438

Warnings: None

* * * *

Senior prom was only a week away now, and, ever since the whole world had found out that you and your brother, Peter, were the two spider themed superheroes swinging around New York and helping the Avengers, people hadn’t stopped asking if you’d be their date to the event.

“Come on, you know how great your night would be if you, Spidergirl-”

“Spiderwoman.” You muttered under your breath, but Flash carried on as if he hadn’t heard you.

“-were to go to prom with me. The most popular guy in school.” Flash Thompson finished, grinning at you from across the table. You sighed and shook your head.

“Flash, for the millionth time, no. And stop pretending you’re the popular guy in school. Even before people knew my brother was Spiderman you wouldn’t have even come close to being the most popular guy. I’m sure some lady would love to go with you Flash, but you really aren’t my type.” You told him flatly before standing and walking away as he stared, mouth agape, unable to think of a word of reply.

“Oh yeah, well I like Spiderman better anyways!” Flash finally retorted to your retreating form, making you laugh softly before leaving the classroom as the bell rang for the start of lunch.

“Got anymore people asking you to prom?” Ned asked you, glancing up from his spot next to your brother as you joined them at your usual lunch table. You groaned and pulled a face.

“Yeah, Flash, again.”

“Jeez, Flash really doesn’t take the hint.” Peter commented, looking over at you sympathetically. “Though it would help if you actually would ask a certain someone to prom so people would stop asking you.” He said accusingly, giving a pointed look to someone coming across the room towards the three of you.

You looked over to watch as MJ made her way over. A light blush rose on your cheeks before looking away from her to glare at your brother.

“She wouldn’t possibly want to go with me.”

“You never know unless you ask.” Peter replied.

“Unless you ask what?” MJ asked as she finally reached you all, sitting down next to you. “The ultimate question of if your spiderpowers have brainwashed us into being your loyal followers?” She joked, quoting something in one of the newspaper headlines she’d read earlier that day.

“Actually we were talking about Prom.” Ned supplied, very unhelpfully, and you cast him a small glare before MJ turned to look at you.

“Did Flash ask you out again?” She inquired, “Because I can go make sure he doesn’t ask you again.” She said, sounding entirely serious. You laughed and shook your head.

“He did, but that’s okay, he means no harm, besides I made sure to put him in his place.” You replied, making MJ grin.

“That’s my girl.” MJ said happily, before turning her gaze back to her food. Your face flushed warmly and Peter gave you a look that practically screamed ‘ASK HER’

Swallowing your nerves you turned towards the brunette. “MJ?” You asked, making her look back towards you, raising a brow. “Would you like to go to Prom? With me? As a date?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” MJ replied, a grin breaking out across her face.

“You-you knew I was going to ask you?”

“It was only a matter of time. I see the way you look at me. I also overheard Peter and Ned talking about it.” She told you, making you cast a glare towards your brother and his best friend. They both at least had the sense to look embarrassed about having been overheard.

“So is that a yes?” You asked hopefully.

“It’s a yes.”

* * * * *

A week later, you stood in front of a mirror at Happy’s home, looking at yourself in the dress you’d picked out for the occasion.

“You look amazing honey.” Your aunt May said, coming up beside you to pull you into a crushing hug. “She’s going to love you in that.” She commented, making you blush. Your aunt was the most understanding person, and you were so grateful for her.

“Where’s Peter?” You asked, looking around for your twin. He was supposed to be getting ready for prom as well, but you hadn’t seen him since that morning.

“He said he had something he wanted to check out quickly, an idea for something.” May replied, a worried look on her face. Since she found out about you two being heroes, she was better at letting you both do your things, but she still worried, especially now that people knew your identities.

“I’m sure he’ll meet us all there at school then.” You reassured your aunt, “He wouldn’t miss the chance to see that he was right about me and MJ together.” You joked, making your aunt laugh.

“I know he wouldn’t. Let’s get you going so you’re not late.” May said happily, leading you out towards the door. You happily followed her, looking forward to seeing MJ.

* * * * *

MJ was waiting outside the school for you when your Aunt pulled up in front of the building. She grinned when she saw you. “You look good.”

You smiled at her, “You look even better.” You told her. She was dressed up nicely, a flattering dress with a black dahlia necklace hanging around her neck. You’d gifted it to her back on a school trip you’d all taken before everything went bad. You had planned on asking her out then when you’d gifted it to her, but then everything with Mysterio happened and instead you’d gifted it to her as a friend. Though honestly, you both probably knew it had been more than that.

“Have fun girls!” May shouted to you both before driving off.

“Bye May.” You both replied, waving her off before you turned towards MJ and offered her your hand. “Shall we?”

“And miss a chance to show up Flash? Never.”

You both laughed as MJ took your hand and she led you inside. When you both entered the gym, your brother and Ned came over to the two of you.

“You two look amazing together.” Ned complimented you.

“Was there any doubt?” MJ asked, grinning at him.

“Where did you disappear off to earlier?” You questioned Peter, raising a brow at him. He grimaced and shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later. For now let’s just enjoy this.” Peter replied and you were happy to agree. Music filled the air around you all and you turned to MJ.

“Care to dance?” You asked. In response she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the centre of the floor and the two of you quickly fell into a rhythm with the music.

Moving to the music with MJ, was some of the happiest you’d been in a while, certainly since the world found out about your identity.

Even happy moments weren’t meant to last though as your senses started to go off. You paused, MJ watching you closely as you slowly looked around the room. From the corner of your eye you could see your brother was doing the same.

“What’s wrong? Is it your tingle?” MJ asked quietly, moments before one of the walls of the school exploded and screams filled the air.

“Everyone get out of here!” You yelled over the screams as you hurried towards the now gone wall. The sounds of maniacal laughter filled the air along with the whir of a glider as a man in a green suit with a horrible grinning mask flew through the opening.

“Can the spider come out to play?” The man laughed, “I know you’re here Parker.” he cackled.

“What did you do?” You snapped at Peter as you both engaged your nano tech suits that you brought to be on the safe side.

“Not the best time for this.” He retorted.

You were about to snap at him again when you heard MJ call your name. You turned to see her come up behind you. She grabbed your face gently and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away.

“Be safe.” She told you. You smiled at her before your mask came up to cover up your face and hide the blush crossing your cheeks.

“I always am the safer one.” You told her. “You be safe too.” You warned her and she nodded.

“I will be.” She replied before turning and following the others out of the gym. You turned your attention back to the green suited man who’d started trying to fight your brother. You were going to make him pay for ruining your date.

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multiverse-of-yn · 2 years

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Peter: Okay Kate welcome to the saving Y/N from their self and inevitable emotional and physical destruction!!

Kate: Okay, cool. Who's all a part of this club?

Peter: Me and Harley, sometimes Cap and Bucky, and occasionally Tony shows up!

Kate: Who's Tony?

Tony: What’s up kid?

Kate: That's just Ironman with sunglasses and a baseball cap-

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babyjackdaniels · 5 months

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mlsletflo · 2 years

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*Peter and Y/N fighting*

Tony: Could you try to be a little more mature?

Y/N:TAXES! *Punches Peter*

*MJ laughing while recording*

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rxmqnova · 4 months

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Y/N: Why would someone as cool as you be dating my brother?

MJ: Well, I find that if you're a little bit cooler than your boyfriend, he'll never dump you.

Y/N: Oooooh.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Hello first I just wanted to say you are so talented love fics they are so amazing I was wondering if you can do a peter Parker ( Tom Holland) a x sister reader where you found that he is spider man just how like how Ned finds out

Y/N is lying on Peter's bottom bunk and scrolling through her phone, waiting for him to get home since he promised to help her with science homework.

She hears the window open and lifts her head, watching Spider-Man crawl through. She stays silent, curious but also concerned, as Spider-Man quietly shuts the window and crawls on the ceiling and over to the door, shutting it. He jumps to the floor and locks the door. He takes his mask off and turns around, Y/N's eyes widening at the person.

Peter freezes when he spots his younger sister on his bed, her jaw on the floor and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Wh-wha-- uh, what are you doing in here?" Peter asks, nervously scratching behind his ear.

"You're Spider-Man?" Y/N asks.

"What? No." Peter objects, his voice raising an octave or two.

"You're Spider-Man." Y/N states.

"No, I'm not." Peter argues.

"Then what are you wearing and why can you crawl on the ceiling?" Y/N asks.

"I, uh... there was a, um... a costume contest at school." Peter lies.

"At 9 PM?" Y/N asks.

"...yes." Peter nods after a moment.

"Dude!" Y/N exclaims.

"Okay, okay, I'm Spider-Man." Peter admits in a hushed voice.

"What the hell?!" Y/N shrieks, standing up. Peter shushes her, rushing over to her.

"You can't tell Aunt May." Peter states quietly.

"Why?"

"You know her. She worries enough. She wouldn't let me keep doing it if she found out."

"Does anybody else know?" Y/N asks.

"Only Ned." Peter states.

"You told Ned before you told me?" Y/N asks.

"Well, technically, I didn't tell you. You were hanging out in my room... same with Ned, actually." Peter realizes the similarities in how the two found out.

"But why didn't you tell me?" Y/N asks.

"Because you'd worry and possibly tell Aunt May."

"I am not a narc."

"Tell that to the whole microwave fiasco of 2008."

"Okay, we were six and seven. I think you can forget about it by now. Besides, it was your idea to put the tinfoil in the microwave."

"No, it wasn't, it was yours!"

"My memory tells a different story.

"Because you refuse to be guilty for it. Look, this isn't the point! You're not telling Aunt May, right?"

Y/N holds her pinky out and Peter links his pinky with hers.

"Thank you." Peter tells her.

"Now tell me everything." Y/N says, making her brother sit on the bed with her.

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The Lost Child - Chapter 34 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.5k

Note: Sorry this is so late!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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Everyone was quiet as they made their way through the woods toward the hunter’s safe house. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of leaves and sticks beneath their feet. Y/N knows it’s wrong, but she wishes she was Allison right now so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything.

Stiles doesn’t like the silence but it’s taking everything in him to break it. He’s worried that if he starts talking then he won’t be able to stop. He’s also not sure if he wants to accidentally piss off anyone who’s in charge of protecting his life.

As much as he’s annoyed at everything that has happened and that has come to light, he also can’t help but have a little fanboy moment inside his head. He’s about to head into battle with the Avengers. The last time they stormed a place he had been sidelined. Now, he’s walking through the woods, about to go into a little war with the hunters, with the Avengers suited up next to him. It’s like a dream he always had but also mixed with a nightmare he always had.

He watches Y/N from the back of the group as she and Chris lead them to the safe house. He doesn’t like that he’s been paired with Liam and Peter but it could be worse. He could be paired up with Peter Hale. He definitely wouldn’t make it out alive if that were the case.

“Are we almost there?” Peter Hale asks.

“Why? Do you have somewhere better to be?” Scott questions.

“Yes. I was thinking about asking your mother out again.”

“Wait, what?” Sam looks between Scott and Peter, confused about what he just heard. How old is this guy and why does it seem like he only hangs out with teenagers? He knows Peter is Derek’s uncle but he also dated one of these kids' mothers?

“Ignore him.” Derek rolls his eyes at his uncle. He just wants to get this over with. He’s tired of having to deal with the Argents and the Avengers. He wants to go home, wrap Y/N up in a warm blanket, and not leave their bedroom until they have to. This past week has caused him too much stress and he’s over it.

Y/N comes to a stop and waits for the others to stand around her, “We’ll split up here. Remember, Sam, Bucky, and Malia, you’ll take the right side. Kira, Natasha, and Wanda, you’ll follow them but then split off to the north side. Scott and Steve, you’re going to the left side. Stiles, Liam, and Peter, you’ll follow them. You’re in charge of killing the Anuk-ite, so good luck with that.”

Chris takes off his backpack before unzipping it and holding it out to everyone, “Everyone take a walkie-talkie. I’m sure these aren’t as advanced as some of you are used to but they’ll do. I’ve already set them to the correct channel but it’s channel 7 if you mess it up.”

“Radio in if you feel the Anuk-Ite so Stiles and them know where to go. He has the mountain ash to kill it so don’t try killing it yourself,” Y/N says while everyone grabs a walkie-talkie. “Also radio if you need help. While we have an idea of what we’re up against, there could be more and some of you have never had to fight these types of creatures before. They are very different from your space aliens.”

“Anything else?” Stiles asks.

“Yeah, don’t die.”

“How are you not a motivational speaker?”

“Okay, let’s go before they do this for another twenty minutes,” Scott says, walking away from the group to the left where Y/N told him to go. Steve presses a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips and murmurs something under his breath to him before following Scott.

“Radio in when you’re in place!” Y/N yells out to Scott.

The rest of the Avengers watch as Y/N and Stiles lock their pinky fingers and promise each other they won’t die. Y/N doesn’t know it but she’s done that since before Pepper gave her away. Anytime they’d go on a mission she’d make them promise they were going to come back. She believed that pinky promises were a binding promise and that there was no way you could break them. It’s little things like that that let them know that the girl they knew is still there, just a bit different.

“One last thing,” Y/N sticks out her hand toward Chris. Chris pulls out a bulletproof vest from his backpack and hands it to Y/N. She quickly pulls it over Stiles’ head and straps it around him before he has a chance to protest. “Just in case.”

“Why have I never been given one of these before?” Stiles scoffs.

“Just be grateful you’re getting one now. Now go.”

Chris, Derek, Peter Hale, Tony, and Y/N watch as the others run off to where they’re supposed to be.

“What else do you have in that bag?” Derek asks, eyeing the backpack in Chris’ hand.

“You don’t want to know,” Chris zips his backpack up and puts it back on his back.

“We’re in place.” Scott’s voice rings out of their walkie-talkies.

Y/N sighs as she tries to mentally prepare herself for the fight ahead, “I think I could sleep for a week after this. I’m surprised I haven't gotten a call from my boss yet saying I’m fired for being gone for so long. I swear I didn’t have this many vacation days.”

Derek moves to stand in front of Y/N to meet her eyes, “I’m sure they’ve seen the news and will understand why you haven’t been in for a while. Scott said Melissa was covering for you so I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’ll have to get her something nice for covering for me this long.”

“And she’ll tell you that you don’t owe her anything.” Derek pulls Y/N close and presses a kiss against her forehead. He knows how stressed she is about everything because he’s also stressed about everything.

“We’re in place.” Bucky’s voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“How do you want us to get into the house?” Y/N turns to Tony at his question. She almost forgot the others were there with her and Derek.

“We need to wait until everyone has lured out as many hunters as possible then we fly in,” Y/N says.

“You can fly as well?” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. Did he miss something in the files Hydra made about her? Can werewolves fly?

“No, you’ll have to either carry me or I can get on your back.”

Tony goes to respond but Kira’s voice cuts him off as it rings out through the walkie-talkies, “We’re in place.”

“Okay,” Y/N looks around at Chris, Derek, Peter, and Tony, “you ready?”

Chris tightens the knife holders on his thighs and double-checks the gun in his hand, “Ready.”

“Ready,” Tony says as his suit builds around him.

“Can we finally get this over with?” Peter asks, inspecting his claws.

“I’m going to climb up into a tree until I think it’s time for us to hit the house. You should do the same.” Y/N says, looking at Tony. “I’m their biggest target and if they know where I am then they’ll forget about the others. We’ve got to hide a bit first.”

“I’ll follow you,” Tony replies.

Y/N looks back at Derek, “Be safe and kick some hunter ass. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek says before pressing a hard kiss on her lips, as if he’s scared he won’t see her again.

Y/N pulls away and walks over to the nearest tree, “You know what to do babe!”

Derek, Chris, and Peter watch as Y/N starts to climb up the tree and Tony flies up into the one next to her. Derek waits until he can no longer see her figure before transforming into his beta form.

“Now we can get this over with,” Derek says, letting out a loud roar to let everyone know it’s time to go and to let the hunters know they’re here.

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Steve tightens the shield around his arm before looking up at the sound of a roar.

“What was that?” Peter asks, looking around making sure nothing is coming at them. He’s dealt with a lot of weird things being in the Avengers but he’s never heard something like that before.

“That was Derek,” Stiles states.

“You stay here and wait for someone to radio you,” Scott tells Stiles, Liam, and Peter.

“Where are you going?” Liam asks.

“We’re going straight towards them. Let’s go.” Scott nods at Steve to follow him.

Steve huffs a bit in frustration as he follows Scott. He doesn’t enjoy being told what to do from a teenager. If it was Y/N here, he would follow without question. She might have been for 15 years but he’d still trust her with his life.

Scott slows as he gets closer to the safe house. He can already hear a few hunters loading their guns and sharpening their knives. He listens to their panicked voices as they talk about the roar they heard and how they know they’re being attacked. If he focuses hard enough he can also hear Stiles, Liam, and Peter bickering behind them.

“Let’s stop here. We don’t want to get too close.” Scott says. “We need to lure them out here.” Scott tries to count the number of hunters standing outside of the house in front of them.

“I got it,” Steve states, throwing his shield out toward the hunters. The shield hits three hunters, knocking them to the ground, before coming back to Steve.

“That’s one way to do it,” Scott mumbles, watching as the hunters look their way. He quickly ducts behind a tree as the hunters slowly make their way towards them.

Steve ducts behind another tree as they wait for the hunters to come closer. He can hear the ground crunch behind him letting him know where they are. He waits until he can see the end of a gun before jumping out and knocking the hunter back into two others.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Scott jumps out from where he’s hiding as all eyes are on Steve, throwing the hunter closest to him into a tree—knocking him out. Bullets start to fly as Steve and Scott attack. Scott’s surprised he hasn’t been hit by any bullets yet as knocks out another hunter.

Steve throws his shield toward the hunter's legs, the vibranium-metal breaking their knees and shins as it hits them. He quickly knocks them out as they hit the ground one by one. It’s not long until they’ve taken out all of the hunters that attacked them.

“Is that it?” Steve asks, knocking out the last hunter.

“I doubt it. The others must have the rest of the hunters distracted or the rest of them haven’t left the safe house.” Scott says, looking around for other hunters.

“We should move in,” Steve says, moving towards the safehouse before Scott sticks out an arm to stop him.

“Not until we’re told too.”

“There’s no one over here. We should move in.”

“Not until Y/N tells us too.”

Steve doesn’t understand why they can’t just move in. They easily took out the hunters. He doesn’t understand why they were acting like they were going to be a challenge. The hunters are down on their side and they have a clear shot toward the safe house.

Scott’s head quickly turns as he starts to smell something in the air, “Do you smell that?”

“What?” Steve doesn’t know what Scott’s talking about.

“It smells like…” Scott’s voice trails off as his eyes widen as he looks behind Steve.

Steve quickly turns around to see four large creatures standing behind him. They look like men wearing bones and an animal skull for a mask. “What am I looking at?”

“Berserkers.”

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Sam and Bucky are standing back-to-back as they fight off the hunters around them while Malia holds off more of them.

“How many of these guys are there?” Sam asks, slamming another hunter onto the ground.

“I don’t know but they’re pissing me off,” Bucky says. His arm comes up to block the bullets being shot at him from a hunter on the ground. He rips the gun out of the hunter’s hand and knocks him out with a quick kick to the face.

Bucky turns to find another hunter to attack to see the hunters fleeing from them.

“Why are they running?” Sam asks.

“Something’s coming,” Malia states, her eyes closed while trying to listen to her surroundings.

Bucky tries to listen and see if he can hear what she hears. He closes his eyes for a second. It sounds like something is running toward them. He opens his eyes and looks into the woods in front of him. Something is charging at them.

“Get down!” Bucky tackles Sam to the ground as a deer jumps out from the trees and almost tramples over them. It runs past them almost as quickly as it appeared. It looked rabid.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters, staring at where the deer ran off.

Bucky looks down to where Sam is in his arms from when he tackled him. Disgusted, he scrambles up off the ground and away from Sam.

“Did you smell that?” Malia asks.

“Robo boy’s cheap cologne? Yeah, I smelled it.” Sam says, wiping the dirt off his suit as he stands up from the ground.

“No, the deer. It smelled like fear.”

“Fear?” Bucky asks. He thought that something was running at them but what if it was actually running away from something? He slowly pulls out his walkie-talkie while his eyes dart around. “We found the Anuk-Ite.”

“On our way,” Stiles’ voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“Are you sure?” Sam questions Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m su–” a pained scream from the woods cuts him off. He pauses, his head whipping toward the sound.

“Bucky! Buck!” someone is screaming out for him. He moves to run into the woods but Malia moves in front of him to stop him.

“What are you doing?” Malia asks.

“Do you not hear someone screaming?!” Bucky yells, angry that she’s preventing him from finding whoever’s yelling for him. He swears it almost sounded like Steve.

“The only person screaming right now is you,” Sam says.

“What?” Bucky looks between Sam and Malia. Can they not hear what he’s hearing?

Sam stares at Bucky for a second before realizing what’s happening, “Close your eyes! Close your eyes now!”

“Why am I closing my eyes?!” Malia yells, her eyes now shut tight.

“It’s the Anuk-Ite. Whatever happens, don’t open your eyes.”

Sam, Bucky, and Malia stand still as they wait for something to happen. They’re hoping Stiles gets here soon to kill the thing.

“How could you?” Bucky quickly whips his head around, his eyes still shut tight, as Steve’s voice whispers in his ear. “Why?”

“I don’t understand…” Bucky whispers, confused about what's happening.

“I told you to finish him.” Bucky’s head whips around again. He knows that voice. It belongs to the man responsible for turning him into the Winter Soldier, Arnim Zola.

“Buck…no,” Steve’s voice whimpers. “This isn’t you.”

“You have your orders, soldier! Kill him!”

“No!”

“You can’t stop him, Steve. He’s no longer the boy you used to know. He never will be. He has always been the Winter Soldier, and he always will be.”

Bucky’s closed eyes tighten as he repeatedly mutters to himself, “This isn’t real. It’s not real.”

“Buck…” Steve’s voice is quiet. Bucky can feel a soft hand caress his cheek. It feels like Steve.

“I’ll do it.” That sounds like Y/N’s voice but harsher. It sounds like when she was pretending to be under the hunter’s and Hydra’s control.

“Ah, my perfect soldier. Always ready to do what you’re told.” Zola’s voice sounds closer than it was before.

“She’s not your soldier,” Bucky growls. Y/N will never be Hydra’s soldier.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are. Let me remind you. Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybrea–”

“Shut up!”

“It’s who you are! Now, finish your mission!”

“No!” Bucky is trying to remind himself that this isn’t real but it’s getting harder too.

“Let me.” Y/N’s voice is now coming from in front of him. “Just admit it. You couldn’t save yourself, you couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save Steve.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

It goes quiet. Maybe it’s over?

As Bucky brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the overwhelmed tears that were slowly falling from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone being stabbed in front of him. His body goes rigid as he hears someone start to choke—possibly on their own blood.

“Hail Hydra,” Y/N’s voice whispers in his ear.

Bucky quickly opens his eyes toward the ground in shock and confusion. His eyes move slightly in front of him to a knife sticking out of someone. Not just someone. He’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Steve.

Bucky’s eyes shoot up to Steve’s face only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of the Anuk-ite. His body immediately turned to stone.

“Buck, you still good?!” Sam calls out, unaware of what just happened. He can’t hear Bucky but he can hear Malia. She sounds like she’s apologizing to someone until she goes quiet. “Malia?”

“Malia?!” Sam can hear someone yelling for her.

“Uncle Sam?! Uncle B?!” Peter rushes into the area where Sam, Bucky, and Malia are. Liam and Stiles run in behind him.

“Oh my god…” Stiles stares at Malia’s frozen figure. She looks like a statue from Medusa’s lair in the Percy Jackson movie.

“Please tell me you’re real?” Sam asks.

“The Anuk-Ite’s gone,” Liam says.

Sam opens his eyes to see Peter staring at a Bucky statue. Stiles and Liam are also crouched down next to a Malia statue.

“What happened?” Peter turns to look at Sam.

“I-I don’t know. One second it was here and now it’s not. I’m not even sure when this happened.” Sam gestures to Bucky. Why didn’t the Anuk-Ite go for him? He could hear Bucky talking to someone—most likely whoever the Anuk-Ite wanted him to talk to—and he could hear Malia, but nothing ever happened to him.

“Now what?” Liam asks.

“They still need people attacking on this side,” Stiles says. They need people to weaken the hunters from every side.

“I can still do it but I don’t know if I can do it alone,” Sam states.

“I’ll stay,” Liam volunteers. “I can help on this side while you two get the Anuk-Ite.”

Stiles looks hesitant but agrees, “Make sure nothing happens to them.” Stiles looks between Malia and Bucky and wonders how much longer he has before their current state is permanent.

“Where do you think it went?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know.”

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“What the hell are these people?!” Nat yells out, barely missing the edge of the blade that swipes at her.

“They’re Oni!” Kira yells back. She’s trying to hold off four Oni while Natasha and Wanda fight the other three.

“I thought we’re supposed to be fighting hunters?!”

“I thought the same thing!” Wanda yells.

Natasha ducks as one of the Oni swings their sword at her. She’s able to remove the sword from the Oni’s hand as the sword lodges itself in the tree next to her. Nat quickly pulls the sword away from the tree and watches as the Oni pulls another sword out of nowhere.

“We’re going to die here.” Nat mumbles, readying herself to continue fighting.

As Kira blocks the Oni’s swings, she can see the glint of a weapon coming from within the trees behind them. “I think the hunters have finally decided to join them!” She hears the sound of something firing.

Wanda and Natasha turn to see several hunters running toward them. Most of them seem to be carrying guns while the others seem to be holding knives. Nat can count about thirty hunters.

“You guys take the hunters! I’ve got these guys!” Kira yells at them, her eyes starting to glow.

“You sure?!” Nat asks.

“Go!”

Wanda and Natasha break away from the Oni and charge toward the hunters. Nat throws the sword in her hand on the ground and pulls out her Glock 26s. As the hunters start to shoot at them, Wanda uses her powers to rip a tree out of the ground and throw it through the group of hunters—knocking several to the ground.

Nat ducks behind a tree as bullets fly past her. The bullets slowly come to halt as she reloads her guns. She can hear footsteps getting closer to her. It sounds like five different people are coming toward her. Nat puts one of her guns back in its holster as she takes a deep breath.

As the tip of a hunter’s gun comes into view, she grabs the front of the assault rifle while throwing her elbow into the hunter’s face. He lets go of the gun as she knocks him out with the butt of her Glock. Adjusting the assault rifle in her grip, she turns and shoots down the other four hunters.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to kill any of them?!” Wanda yells out to Nat.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!” Natasha yells back.

Wanda throws another hunter back as she watches Nat take down more as well. Looking back at Kira, she notices a glowing figure around the young girl as she fights off the Oni.

Kira can feel her anger and frustration growing as she continues to fight. She can also feel her control starting to slip. The fox spirit around grows bigger and bigger the longer she fights.

As she feels a blade cut through her right thigh, her fox quickly grows before launching itself at the seven Oni. A blinding light shoots out as the Oni are killed, hindering the hunters. Kira can feel her fox getting more powerful with each Oni it takes out.

With her back facing the light, Natasha uses the distraction to shoot down the rest of the hunters. Looking over at Wanda, she can see her crouched behind a tree blocking the light with her hands. As the light disappears, she turns around to find Kira kneeling on the ground and no Oni around her.

“What happened?!” Nat yelled toward Kira.

“I killed them!” Kira yells back, pressing down on the wound on her leg as it starts to slowly heal.

“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!”

“I don’t really have control of it!”

“Did you have to kill all of them?” Wanda asks Natasha, looking at all of the dead hunters behind them.

“Did you want me to wait until they killed one of us?”

Wanda rolls her eyes at Nat’s response. She could’ve put them all to sleep but it’s too late for that now. She walks over to where Kira is now sitting on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My leg should be good in just a minute.” Kira replies.

“I wonder if everybody else also has to deal with more than just hunters?” Nat mumbles, sitting down next to Kira.

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Sitting up high in a tree, Y/N watches as Derek, Peter, and Chris battle the hunters down below. She can hear her radio go off and Scott’s voice asking for help. It takes everything in her to not jump down and help after one hunter’s knife gets a little too close to Derek’s throat.

“Is this what you deal with here in Beacon Hills?” Tony questions, watching as more hunters seem to come out of nowhere.

“Yeah, but hunters have always been the least of our worries,” Y/N replies, her grip tightening on the tree in anger as more hunters appear. She could easily use her powers from here and take them out but then Kate would know where she is.

Tony feels at a loss for words. Watching the hunters down below, he can’t believe this is what his daughter has been with. He doesn’t know why this didn’t hit him before. He was so caught up in everything else, he hasn’t taken a step back to notice how calm she and her friends seem to be about everything.

Since the Avengers have been in Beacon Hills, they’ve dealt with hunters, Hydra, and more. He knows to an extent what Y/N dealt with when she was with Hydra, but what else has she dealt with?

Friends of hers have apparently died and he has no idea why. Was it because of hunters? Was it because of something else they’ve faced? Or was it something that has nothing to do with this little world she lives in?

Tony stares at Y/N as he thinks of something to say. He has so many things that he wants to say and so many questions he wants to ask but now is not the time.

“I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Y/N looks up and locks eyes with Tony. “I know you have a lot of questions and so do I. I don’t really know how long you’re going to be here in Beacon Hills but I’d like to start over after all of this is done.”

“We can stay as long as you want. You can come back with us too…i-if you want. I-I mean I know you’re a lot older now but we kept your rooms the same as you left them. Well, we have a cleaner that cleans them once every two weeks.”

“Rooms?”

“Yeah, one at the compound and one in our old home. We haven’t lived there since you…disappeared. I still kept it though just in case.”

“Even after you thought I was dead?”

“You’re not the only person we’ve known to be presumed dead to still very much be alive. I didn’t want to give up hope. No matter how little it became.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say to that. She looks back down to watch the others fight off the hunters. Most of the hunters are down so now is a good time to get to Kate.

“We should go now,” Y/N looks back at Tony.

“How are we doing this?” Tony asks, not sure how to carry Y/N.

“Can I just get on your back?”

Tony flies off the tree and hovers in front of Y/N with his back turned toward her, “Let’s go.”

Y/N pulls herself away from the tree and climbs onto Tony’s back. A small smile appears on her face as it reminds her of the piggyback rides her dad, the sheriff, used to give her all the time as a kid before they lost her mom. As Tony takes off toward the safe house, she wonders if Tony or the others ever used to carry her like this when she was younger.

Y/N holds on tighter to Tony as he crashes into the middle of the house. Once Tony has landed on the ground, she hops off his back and surveys her surroundings. They landed in what appeared to be the living room but there was no one around. There’s no one shooting at them, charging at them, or even watching them. They are completely alone.

“Why is no one here?” Tony asks, his blasters ready just in case.

“I don’t know…” Looking around Y/N can see weapons and ammo everywhere. On the wall, she can see pictures of herself and all her friends. There’s even some of the Avengers. There’s a large blood stain on the floor but there is nobody. Whose blood is it?

It’s also quiet. Too quiet. If she listens in she can hear the others fighting, but it’s quiet in the house. Kate must be hiding somewhere. If there’s one thing Y/N knows about the Argents, it’s that they love a good basement moment. That’s probably where Kate is hiding out. And if she’s hiding then she knows she’s outmatched. She knows they’re losing.

As she turns to look at Tony, a body flies through the living room window. Y/N jumps back and is ready to attack until she notices who it is.

“Isaac?”

Isaac groans in pain but makes no move to get up off the floor, “Hey Y/N.”

“H-how? What?”

“Scott told me everything so we came to help.”

“We?”

As Isaac goes to answer, a girl with a crossbow steps through the broken window, “Isaac?!” She starts shooting toward something Y/N can’t see.

“Braeden?”

“Who are these people?” Tony asks Y/N.

“He’s a friend and she’s…” Y/N pauses as she thinks of a way to describe who Braeden is, “she’s a friend of Derek.”

Isaac snorts, “Yeah, a friend.”

Y/N kicks Isaac’s arm at his comment, “What’s happening out there? How’d you go through the window? Why haven’t you got up?”

“I can’t really move.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N crouches down next to Isaac in concern.

“We aren’t the only ones who know a kanima apparently.”

Y/N rolls Isaac onto his side and looks at the scratch on his neck. She can see some of the venom still dripping from the wound.

“Who else has been affected by it?” Y/N asks, laying Isaac back down on his back.

“Scott was protecting a guy on the ground with a shield when I found them,” Braeden replies, walking over to them.

Tony curses under his breath, “Should we help them?”

“Kira and two other girls are currently helping Scott.”

Y/N turns her head to the broken window as she hears a loud roar. It sounded like Scott but she’s not sure.

“Is it just the kanima they’re fighting?” Y/N asks.

“No, there’s Berserkers as well. Four of them.”

Y/N stands up and looks at Tony, “Stay here and help them. I’ve got Kate.”

“You’re not going alone,” Tony states. He’s not going to abandon his daughter. He’s here to protect her.

“They need your help more than I do. If the Kanima takes more of them down, they will all be dead. Help them.”

Tony hesitates for a moment before agreeing, “Fine, but then I’m coming back to help you.”

“Fine. I’ll probably be in the basement. At least that’s where I'm assuming she is.”

Tony looks like he’s going to hug her for a moment before flying out through the broken window. Y/N can hear when he finds the others.

“So that’s your dad huh?” Isaac says with a small smirk on his face.

Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs, “Shut up.” Her radio sparks to life and she can hear Chris Argent calling for Stiles. The Anuk-Ite must be near them. Y/N turns to Braeden, “I’ve got Kate. Make sure he stays alive.”

Y/N flicks her claws out as she checks all of the doors to see if any lead into the basement. When she opens the fourth door, she sees stairs leading down into another room. She walks down slowly until she reaches the bottom.

Looking around, the stairs seemed to have led her to a hallway instead of a room. There are four different doors and she doesn’t know what’s behind any of them. There’s a long ugly rug that runs throughout the middle of the hallway. It looks out of place in the modern-looking hallway.

She’s about to open the first door when she notices the end of the rug is flipped up as if someone tripped over it. That’s when she notices something behind it. Moving the rug with her foot, she finds an escape hatch.

Y/N bends down and opens the hatch. Not seeing anything dangerous, she jumps down into what seems to be a tunnel. Looking down at the ground, she can see a single set of footprints leading away from her.

She follows the footsteps until she gets to the end of the tunnel. She notices a small ladder leading up to another hatch. Y/N climbs up the ladder and slowly opens the hatch. It takes her a second to realize where she is. She’s next to an old lake her mom used to take her and Stiles to during the summer.

Climbing out of the tunnel, she looks around for Kate. She knows she’s here but she can’t seem to see her.

“Kate! I know you’re here!” Y/N yells out.

As she moves to look around, a bear trap snaps around her right ankle. Screaming out in pain, Y/N falls to the ground.

“I was wondering when you would show up, but I’m surprised you showed up alone.” Y/N whips her head around to see Kate slowly walking up to her with twenty other hunters and two Berserkers behind her.

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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Homework's for nerds

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 1,460

Warnings - swearing, mostly sibling banter

Summary - Peter helps his younger sister with homework, much to her annoyance

A/N - hey y'all! This was a request sent in by a lovely anon and it was definitely a joy to write. I love exploring different dynamics in my writing so this was an interesting concept to write. I apologise anon if this wasn't what you wanted (embarrassingly I haven't seen Stranger Things so I was unfamiliar with the character you referenced in your ask). Anyways I'll stop rambling now, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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If there was anything you hated most on this planet, it was homework. You didn’t understand the point of leaving school after spending pretty much a whole day there and then continuing to have to do school work even after returning home when all you wanted to do was sleep. You always put off doing your homework entirely or on rare occasions, just half-assed it. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand the work, well it kind of was that, but it was also you couldn’t be bothered to have to do more work when you were already exhausted from the day you just had.

After reaching the comfort of your room after a long day of listening to teachers droning on about whatever it was, they were teaching you that day, you collapsed onto your bed and curled up, wanting to nap and not even touch your homework.

“Hey y/n/n, May told me I gotta supervise you and make sure you get your homework done. The school called her and let’s just say they’re unimpressed with your lack of homework completion.” Peter says, opening your door and standing in the doorway, arms folded as he leans against the frame.

“Were the detentions not enough punishment? Now I have to sit with you supervising me?” You groan, shoving your face in your pillow to try to hide from your brother’s amused smirk.

“Clearly not. Now come on, if we get this stuff done before dinner, I’ll order us pizza or something.” Peter says in a sing-song voice, trying to persuade you to get up. At the promise of pizza, you lift your face off your pillow at stare sceptically at him.

“Promise?” You say with a raised eyebrow, sitting up and lifting your pinky finger as Peter rolls his eyes jokingly.

“Promise.” Peter affirms, crossing to you and linking your pinky with his. With the promise secured, you get up and grab your maths books and pencil case and follow your brother down to the dining room so you can sit and do your maths homework. Peter opens his books and gets to work instantly, scribbling some scientific formulas down without stopping to think. You open up your maths book and textbook and stare at the equations on the page in front of you. Maybe you should’ve paid attention in maths class.

“Stuck?” Peter asks, breaking the silence as he looks up from his work, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they had slipped down.

“No, all good. Just reading the stuff to make sure I’m doing everything right.” You lie quickly, smiling over at Peter before turning your attention back to your books, rereading the same line of text over and over again in the hope the words will just suddenly make sense. You fall back into silence once more, the only sound being Peter’s pen scribbling against the paper. You attempted to write out an answer to one of the equations and groaned lightly when it didn’t look right, immediately erasing the answer and starting again. This continues for fifteen more minutes before your intense focus on the textbook is broken by Peter planting himself in the seat next to you.

“What the hell?” You question, turning to look at Peter as he glances over at the textbook, eyes skimming the words quickly and formulating the answer in his head after he notices the eraser marks all over your paper indicating how much you’ve tried over and over.

“Okay, I’m going to help you out.” Peter decides, shuffling his seat closer and handing you the pencil you had abandoned on the table.

“Do your own homework.” You protest, gesturing at the books stacked on the table as Peter laughs to himself.

“You were focusing so hard you didn’t even notice I had finished, huh?” He asks as you grumble, twirling the pencil between your fingers.

“God, you are such a nerd, aren’t you?” You sass, making Peter roll his eyes and ruffle your hair despite your protests.

“You’ll be thankful for it someday.” Peter teases back. He pulls the textbook in front of him and begins to think of ways to make this understandable for you.

“Pete, you can try whatever way you want but if even the teachers can’t get me to pay attention or understand this, then you have no chance.” You say, doodling in the margins of your page.

“Teachers never promised to order pizza for dinner though, did they? I promised if we got this stuff done before dinner, I’d order us a pizza and I don’t know about you, but I really want a pizza.” Peter grins.

“You’re just in it for the pizza then?” You joke, raising an eyebrow as Peter nods.

“Yup, pretty much.” He agrees, laughing as you dramatically pretend to faint, going as far as to press the back of your hand against your forehead and pretend to fall against Peter’s side, stopping yourself and moving before he got the chance to shove you.

Peter spent the next half an hour coaching you through the maths problems you were facing. You were adamant that you wouldn’t understand the work and that Peter was just wasting his time, but he was able to get it to click in your head and you finished your homework for the first time in ages.

“See, I told you, you just needed a bit of help.” Peter says proudly, leaning back in his chair.

“Ah, so you’re proud of yourself then? You had absolutely no faith in my ability to do any of it at all?” You ask deadpan, looking over at him as his eyes widen at the realisation of what he said.

“No, that’s not what- what I meant was that-”

“Peter, chill. I was joking. I know what you meant. I’m just glad it’s done and that we can just order pizza because I’m starving.” You say, laughing at your brother’s flushed face and wide eyes from the panic you caused him with your earlier words.

“I might not order you a pizza since you almost gave me a heart attack.” Peter laughs as he stands up, rounding the table and moving his books elsewhere as you follow suit.

“Then I’ll just steal yours. Besides, I didn’t almost give you a heart attack. I doubt you, a guy with literal spider-powers, is going to be dropping dead from a heart attack anytime soon.” You say, shoving your books beside Peter’s and trailing him back to the kitchen as he digs out his phone and grabs the pizza menu off the fridge to find the number. Peter didn’t respond to your remark but simply rolled his eyes as he dialled the number for the pizza place. He stayed true to his word and ordered you both a pizza and then hung up after confirming how long it would take to arrive.

“Happy?” He asks, glancing over at you after setting his phone down on the counter and crossing to the fridge to get a drink.

“I will be when the food arrives.” You say, lifting yourself up and sitting on the counter, smiling to yourself at now having the slight height advantage over Peter.

“Of course. I’ll be sure to tell your future partner that food is the way to win your heart.” Peter jokes, taking a swig from his drink moments after.

“Thanks for helping me with my maths homework. I would’ve been stuck forever if you didn’t help out.” You mumble quietly after silence fell over the two of you. You felt like you owed Peter some gratitude for him helping you out when he didn’t need to.

“Never thought I’d hear you say thank you for something homework-related. But honestly, it’s no problem. I’m always gonna help you out. What are big brothers for if not helping their younger sister’s homework dilemmas and scaring off potential suitors.” Peter shrugs, a grin crossing his face.

“Suitors? Am I secretly part of some royal family or some shit?” You laugh, almost falling off the counter from how hard you bent double from your laughter. Peter just rolls his eyes and laughs too, knowing his odd word choice would be amusing to you.

“You’re such a nerd. That’s why you love homework and school. Homework’s for nerds and it totally explains why you love sitting doing school work for ages.” You say once you’ve recovered from your laughing fit, sitting up and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I’m also the nerd who helped you just do your homework so…” Peter holds his hands up in mock surrender as you roll your eyes.

“You’re the king of the nerds, Pete.”

“Hey, I take pride in that!”

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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My Sister(s) Boyfriend(s) to the Rescue 2/2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic/siblings Peter Parker x Reader, brief Natasha Romanov x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: none really, brief mentions of ww2, natbucky for those that don't like it (it's only a small mention at the end)

Wordcount: 4.4 k

A/N: Finally it is done! I was concerned at some point I wouldn't get it finished as I was stuck on the dialogue for a frustrating part. A big thank you and shoutout to @deepdonutkid and @drabblewithfrannybarnes who consulted and helped me get unstuck. Without you two it would have taken me much longer to complete this! <3 This might be my new favorite part. I loved writing it, especially all the interactions between Y/N and Steve! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. Also, let's pretend the Parker's have two couches instead of just one.

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The steady clicking of keyboard buttons filled the room. In random intervals, it stopped. It was then the muttering of Peter and Steve sounded as they discussed what to write next and how to phrase it.

There were a lot of questions. Peter’s mind was a never-ending vortex.

The War was greatly written about and Captain America too had seen a lot of interest in the historic community. Yet what was written often wasn’t right and Peter burned to know how it really went down.

It wasn’t often you got the opportunity to ask someone who had seen it all, who was present for all the important moments. The chance was even less for this Person to be Steve Rogers himself.

While Steve would have loved to clear up some wrongs, both the Avengers PR team as well as his friends had discouraged him from doing so. It didn’t matter, not in the great context of saving the world time and time again. Not that it irked him any less.

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With a soft smile, Y/N observed the two of them. They had huddled around Peter's laptop, pouring over the text that continued to grow.

She didn’t have a lot to do. Periodically when they discussed the next portion to write her eyes would light up. And while Peter didn’t type she would correct mistakes. But that was it

Letting them do their thing mostly - which she concluded to be a good bonding moment - Y/N had leaned back on the lower of the bunk beds and played with a baseball Peter had laying around.

She wasn’t much of a help anyway. Steve was the one who had experienced all and who could answer Peter’s question. Of course with her powers, the vastness of the web was hers. She could easily look up any fact and become knowledgeable enough about the topic. But that felt like cheating and didn’t help Peter any bit in writing a good essay.

No, Y/N rather leaned back and threw the baseball up in the air, catching it again and again. It was a repetitive and meaningless motion, but it was better than letting sleep overtake her.

It was late. Steve and she had gone to bed fairly early, yet it felt like they hadn’t slept at all. The longer she lay there the heavier her limbs felt and the harder it was not to yawn.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s voice pulled her out of her slumbery thoughts. It was only then that Y/N realized she couldn’t hear the clicking of the keyboard anymore.

“Yeah?” she asked softly. Lifting her head she could see both Peter and Steve looking at her with concern.

“You tired?” he asked her. It felt more like a statement than a question. And he was right, she was.

“You can sleep, we won’t mind.”

The sentence had her shake her head and sit up again.

“No. I’m fine.”

Steve had to be as tired as her and Peter had to be exhausted too. She could feel it radiate from the teen. They all had had a tiring day, she didn’t want to leave them alone even if she wasn’t much of a help at the moment.

“I only spaced out a bit. How far have you two come?” Leaning over Peter’s shoulder she looked at the bright screen.

Y/N scrunched her nose in confusion upon the still too empty-looking document. It surely had to be more than that. They had been talking and writing for over an hour now.

“That is…”

The end of her sentence softly drifted into nothingness. She was at a loss for words. Peter and Steve looked bashful. While her little brother fumbled with his fingers, scratching at a sticker on the laptop, Steve rubbed the back of his neck. He looked like a little boy that was caught stealing cookies. Steve’s telltale look when he felt embarrassed.

“Well?” she asked again. Not scolding or disappointed. Just curious how they could have only so little when they had talked so animatedly for the last eternity.

“We do have an idea for the outline and in which direction the essay is supposed to go..” Peter started and smiled shyly before he looked to Steve for help.

“Yeah Sweetheart. We did good work…we just didn’t write it down. Yet.”

It made her snort amused.

“Alright. I guess you do need my help more than I thought you would,” with that she sat up further and scooted closer to Peter’s side. “You continue talking about everything and I try to help with writing it down, yeah?”

Peter nodded and made a motion to hand the laptop over to her. Y/N shook her head. With one finger she pointed towards her eyes - they briefly lit up - and winked at the teen. Peter’s face lit up in recognition. He smiled at her and nodded in understanding.

Before they could get back to work, another yawn left Y/N’s mouth. That treacherous exhaustion. As her eyes glided over to Steve he was frowning again, watching her and she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I’m fine.” she reassured him with a soft smile. It was sweet how concerned he was. Yes, she was tired, but it wasn’t like she was about to drop dead because of it. She had had worse missions with longer stretches of little or no sleep at all. One all-nighter wouldn’t hurt her.

“Do you think we will be able to sleep in?” Her attempt at distraction seemed to have worked. Steve’s frown lessened and instead, he replaced it with a crooked smile.

Shrugging his shoulders he answered, “If there is no emergency mission maybe.”

“Better hope that Tony won’t find out,” he added. Now it was her turn to frown. Tony would have a field day to wake them up at the normal hour and tease them for being sleepy.

“I could always mess with F.R.I.D.A.Y. That would get us a couple of hours, maybe even a day of peace.”

“Sweetheart.” Steve’s somewhat scolding voice made her shrug. It wasn’t that she was particularly mischievous, but Tony’s witty remarks challenged her. The banter and teasing between Tony and her were always friendly. Y/N would never actually mess with F.R.I.D.A.Y and dare to hurt or damage the beloved A.I. It was all in good sports and Tony gave her as much trouble back.

Still, Steve didn’t like when she distracted Tony. Not only because the billionaire was more likely to bother him in return and complain to the captain about that girlfriend of his. It also wasn’t very healthy, as he liked to emphasize. Tony had a bad habit of getting too absorbed in his work and liked to forget time as well as his basic human needs. Steve being the mother hen he was didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, I won’t. But it’s your fault then, if Tony wakes us up, and I’ll be cranky.” Because Steve wouldn’t be. Damn his supersoldier self. He would be fine with sleeping fewer hours. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t need to sleep at all.

“If we focus back on the essay we will be finished in no time and can go to bed.” Steve’s rebuttal was met with her raising one eyebrow. Her boyfriend smiled sheepishly at her and in return Y/N stuck her tongue out teasingly. The hearty laugh Steve released afterward made her grin. One last mutual look they shared before they turned their attention back to Peter.

“Let’s see. Where did you want to start off with your essay?” she asked. In truth, after a while she had stopped listening to the two of them.

“With an introduction. A brief summary about the Howling Commandos and what events had happened in the war until the moment of their formation.”

Y/N nodded. She was impressed. It seemed like they really had spoken a lot about it and simply forgotten to write along.

“That’s where we went a bit off point I believe.” Steve remarked with another sheepish smile.

It amazed her how relaxed and boyish he looked at that moment. Everything about the blonde was more relaxed at this moment. Even his posture. He had leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands loosely clasped together. Some strands of hair were falling over his forehead.

While she knew this side of him well, it didn’t appear often when they weren’t alone. Most of the time he kept a tight and stoic mask on. Especially when he was in his role of the Captain and Leader. Seeing him let go of all of that was nice. It also made her proud that it was Peter who brought out this side in Steve more.

Coming back to reality from her little moment of awe, Y/N looked back at Peter and asked,

“Okay, so how do we get back to the topic again?”

Peter seemed to think about it a moment before he turned to Steve.

“Mr. Barnes and the other Howling Commandos were all in Azzano, right? So how did they get captured and how long were they in captivity before you rescued them?”

Steve set out to answer the question. His mouth opened and then closed again without releasing one word. Both of them watched as he got quiet, too quiet, screwing his eyebrows deeply together.

Y/N recognized this as his thinking face. Whenever he got caught in his thoughts, contemplating something heavily his brows became crinkled. She had heard Bucky call it his ‘angry brows’ on one occasion.

The super-soldier muttered something under his breath neither Peter nor Y/N could understand. Turning to her, he looked flustered.

“I-...I,” he mumbled and she understood. He didn’t need to say anything more. She was already pulling her phone out of her pocket, her eyes lighting up as she passed it over.

Steve didn’t have to dial as a call had already been started. It rang for a while before the other end picked up. There was grumbling from the other side that could be heard even by Peter and Y/N. The rest of the call was rather unintelligible.

When Steve put the phone down only a short amount of time later, both of them looked at him questioningly. Peter, because he didn’t know what had exactly happened just now and Y/N because she wanted to know how the call ended.

“Is he coming?” she asked her boyfriend, who nodded.

“Yes. They are both coming.”

“Both?” she asked surprised but started to smile. “Well, the more the merrier isn’t it?”

But Peter still looked very confused and unsure.

“I don’t think any more people are going to fit in my room.”, he mumbled and looked around. It was true. There wasn’t enough space to fit two more people somewhere.

“What about the living room?” Steve asked.

“Oh, yeah. That works!” With that, he stood up and grabbed his laptop. He looked around the room once more before he turned to his two helpers.

“We’ll follow you in just a moment.” Y/N told him with a smile. Steve reciprocated the smile but in a much smaller, less enthusiastic way. After Peter left the room his smile dropped entirely. With a heavy sigh, the blonde slouched his shoulders and pressed his chin against his chest.

Scooting over to him, Y/N leaned forward and softly brushed the tips of her finger through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. It took Steve a moment before he slowly lifted his head and looked at her. In his eyes, there was a look of regret and sorrow. It hurt her to see him like that. With this broken, crestfallen look.

“Oh Baby, c’mere.” She opened her arms wide for him and Steve willingly followed without hesitation. He sank into her embrace with another sigh, leaning his head on her shoulder while his arms snaked around her waist.

“How can I not know that?” came his answer in a small voice a while after in which he just relished her closeness. “I don’t know anything about his capture, how could I never have asked him that? I don’t know anything about how they all met and how they worked together before. I should know that. Not just as their Captain but also as their friend.”

“Does that even really matter? You know so much else about him. Remember after we removed the Winter Soldier programming when he still had some memory issues? You helped him so much, told him everything about your childhood and all your time together.” she reminded him and added, “I’m sure Bucky isn’t angry you never asked, I bet he was actually quite content to not relive it again. It’s not a fond memory I suppose.”

Yet Steve didn’t seem to believe in her words. Or rather he didn’t want to believe in her words.

“Steve, you were at war. There was so much going on, so much happening at once. Everything went so fast, it’s okay to have forgotten to ask and it’s okay to not know everything.”

She wouldn’t let him beat himself up, she wouldn’t permit him to drown in the guilt he felt. He had episodes like that when he couldn’t see the good and the positive. That’s when she stepped in. To remind him. To show him. Softly cradling his head to her shoulder, her fingers massaged his scalp and the back of his neck.

Another heavy sigh left Steve’s lips before he pulled away from her just a bit so he could see her face. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at her with tender eyes.

“I will never let you talk yourself down. Never. You hear me?” she reminded him with equal affection in her look and tone, to which Steve nodded.

“I don’t deserve you.” he mumbled softly.

“You do. You fully do. It is me that doesn’t deserve you. You are too good.” Now it was Steve’s turn to shake his head and look at her with a hint of scolding.

“Nu-uh, you aren’t allowed to do that either Sweetheart.”

Y/N giggled softly, nodding in agreement. They looked at each other with adoration, their love for each other oozing and swaying around them. Then she leaned forward, placing her lips onto his in a soft kiss.

She loved to kiss him. His lips were so plush and he had a surprisingly sweet tang. And he was a good kisser, my god was he good at it. Sometimes he made her forget everything around them when he kissed her. It was like flying, feeling weightless and complete.

Today however she kept her focus. Slowly they parted again, sharing another look of love between them.

“We should probably go into the living room.” she mumbled slowly. Y/N didn’t want to leave Peter waiting too long. Steve nodded, yet neither of them moved. Both of them burst into giggles at that and after they shared another sweet but short kiss they finally parted.

Steve grunted as he stood up and stretched out his long legs. The chair had been too small for him. Y/N too made a small noise as she crawled out from under the bunk bed. She stretched like a cat after a long nap, letting her arms sink to her sides again with a satisfied huff. It was then she noticed Steve eyeing her with a smirk.

“Seeing something funny grandpa?” she teased. Steve guffawed and shook his head.

“You, be careful.” he warned her with a grin. As he took a step towards her she jumped back, squealing in glee.

“Don’t!” She laughed, yet when Steve made another step in her direction, grinning like a fool at her, she looked to the door. Looking once more back to her boyfriend she smirked at him. He quirked a brow then. Before he could take another step Y/N bolted out of the room, laughing and surely running into the living room.

Peter looked up as he heard the laughter and quickly approaching steps, just in time to see Y/N slide into the living room. Their eyes locked as she grinned at him brightly. Steve soon followed into the living room smiling at the two of them.

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Not half an hour later there was a knock on the front door of the apartment. All three of them eyed the door before Y/N stood up and walked over to it. Both Steve and Peter were already sitting before the laptop again, having started to type down some of the introduction in the time they were waiting.

Upon opening the door Y/N came face to face with her fellow Avengers. Bucky didn’t look very happy to have been woken up in the middle of the night and to be here now, but to be frankly he always had a rather grumpy look on his face. Natasha on the other hand was grinning smugly and looked rather amused. Y/N ushered both of them into the apartment.

“What is this very important task that you needed me to get up in the middle of the night for?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow. Peter looked nervously at the former Winter Soldier and fumbled with his hands.

“Thank you for coming Mr. Barnes.” he mumbled before he jumped up and took a step towards Bucky before he pointed to the sofa. “I uh, I need to write an essay for history class.” he mumbled, tripping over his words. If Steve had made him nervous, Bucky could make the teen faint in an instant. It wasn’t that Bucky had been mean to him or Peter was scared he would hurt him. It was intimidation for the older man, similar to the awe he felt for Steve.

“It’s about the Howlies, so we need your help Buck.” Steve told him. That seemed to surprise Bucky too, who stopped looking so grumpy.

“That bunch? What could you write about us for your history class?” he asked and looked at Peter. The teen nodded vigorously before he answered, voice cracking a little.

“My teacher suggested we write about your efforts and achievements during the war, but I didn’t want to write about that. I wanted to write about.. well I wanted to write a piece showcasing the human side of all of you, that you were more than some disembodied war heroes.” And mumbling afterward, he added, “I want to show how I see you with this.”

Bucky kept quiet, looking at Peter before his look jumped to Steve. They shared a look between them, a silent conversation. Bucky started to shrug off his coat the next moment, leaving Peter confused.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s get started, obviously the punk wasn’t any help to you.”

Steve scoffed, “Jerk,” but smiled as Peter reacted. He nodded and began to beam at Bucky excited and scurried back to the couch. Before he could sit down, Bucky spoke up again.

“Oh and kid?” he addressed Peter, “Stop calling me Mr. Barnes, will ya? Makes me feel old, I’m not my old man. Just call me Bucky.”

Natasha and Y/N shared an amused look from their spot still by the front door. From which they had observed the scene with their little brother and boyfriends.

“Come on, let’s sit down too.” Y/N offered, pointing to the second couch adjacent to the first which the three boys occupied. Peter sat enveloped between the two much bigger super-soldiers.

They didn’t waste much time, going straight to work on the essay. Now that Peter had two helpers - without counting Y/N and Natasha - it seemed to work much swifter. Whenever they strayed from their path the other one would bring them back on route. They worked well together. So much so that Y/N and her powers weren’t really needed to get the spoken words onto the laptop.

She and Natasha found themselves sitting on the couch, a throw blanket laid across their laps as they watched and talked quietly. Y/N’s exhaustion started to creep back, making her yawn and soon once more after that.

“Are you tired?” Natasha asked her, as Steve’s head whipped up looking at the two women for a brief moment before Bucky and Peter pulled his attention back to the task at hand.

“A little but it’s okay.” she answered and laid her head on the redhead's shoulder.

“Did someone notice you leaving?” she wanted to know, wondering if some other soul had been awake in the tower at such a late hour.

“No. Everyone else was asleep.”

They continued to lounge on the couch, wiggling and shifting positions over time while the boys continued their work. Natasha and Y/N were sprawled out on the couch, legs and arms hanging off it or jumbled together when Peter put his laptop onto the coffee table in front of them.

“Are you done?” Y/N asked, lifting her head from her sister's shoulder where they had browsed on Natasha's phone.

“Almost,” Bucky told them, smiling as Natasha sent a wink in his direction. Y/N slowly sat up, groaning slightly and stretching out once more.

“We only need the closing paragraph and then a quick check for mistakes and a read-over,” Peter said and smiled. She could see the relief and exhaustion oozing out of him.

“You focus on the last paragraph while I get started on the mistake check?” Y/N offered, to which Peter nodded gratefully. It was the least she could do for them.

That’s how they got back to work. The last paragraph didn’t take much longer to finish. Not much longer than it took Y/N to sweep over the document and eliminate all typos and other errors anyways. In perfect timing with Peter typing the last words, the glow of her eyes faded back to normal.

“Done now?” Natasha asked and Peter nodded.

“Yes. I just need to print it out.”

“Alright. Are you going to read it to us then?”

Surprised, the teen looked up, blinking slowly. Faintly he nodded, almost hesitantly it seemed at first. But he recovered quickly, nodding stronger and shyly smiling.

While Peter scurried off to print out his essay for the next day - or rather in a couple of hours - Steve and Bucky stood up to stretch.

As Steve was done stretching he slowly sat back on the couch and looked over at his girl. She had already been watching him, smiling softly. He raised an eyebrow and beckoned her to come over. Y/N - not one to say no to such an invitation - stood up just as Bucky walked over to the second couch. The brunette let himself drop into the spot Y/N had just occupied at Natasha’s side while Y/N crossed the living room to her boyfriend's side.

Sliding into Steve’s waiting arms, she made herself comfortable on his lap, nuzzling her face in his neck. He placed a kiss on her head and gently pulled her closer. A small yawn left his lips, which had Y/N look up.

“Tired?” she asked him.

“I’m getting a little sleepy.” he admitted and smiled down at her. “Can’t wait to be back in our bed.”

“Me too.” she agreed and nodded. For now, they could only make themselves comfortable on the couch. And that’s exactly what they did as Steve slid down further with his back, wrapping both arms around her waist. A comfortable silence enveloped all of them.

The exhaustion and late hour seemed to creep up on all of them now. Peter’s steps were sluggish and slow as he came trotting back into the living room. A big yawn left his lips. In his hand was his laptop again, with which he planted himself in the armchair. Getting comfortable he started to quietly read his essay aloud to them.

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Exhaustion had set in every bone of her body from the long shift. Aunt May was thankful for the working lift as it meant she didn’t have to take the stairs up to the apartment. When the doors of the lift opened with a small ping all she had left to do was walk to the left through the hallway until she was at the front door of the apartment. This early in the morning it was empty and quiet.

Fumbling with her keys it took her a moment to open the door as she had to balance her bag, the newspaper, and the fresh breakfast she had bought. Her view focused on the bottom and she finally opened the door and entered the apartment. The door clicked into the lock behind her. It was then she looked up and froze.

Her heart had begun to rapidly beat in her chest, her first thought was to get scared. Until she realized there was no threat. It was then she started to smile fondly at the scene before her.

Scattered through the living room were Peter, his self-appointed big sisters, and the two super soldiers. All fast asleep. Peter lay crooked in the armchair, his head hanging to the side and his legs thrown over one of the armrests. Spread across the two couches were the four avengers. The two couples to be more precise, cozily arm in arm and snoring lightly.

As May put her things on the dining table, she noticed the laptop balancing on her nephew's stomach, precariously close to falling to the floor. Careful not to wake him, she took the laptop, wanting to place it on the table as well. As she had the device in her hands she noticed the opened window. She read the title of it and smiled, looking back at the group of heroes who had saved her nephew’s night as it seemed.

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