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mrsstruggle · 2 years

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The Lost Child - Chapter 4 // 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, Descriptions of Injury, Mentions of Death, Character in Pain, Medical Inaccuracies (I worked in a hospital for only 4 days), Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

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

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Words: 2.5k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days!

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. This does loosely follow Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that 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 only.***

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Peter feels like he can’t breathe.

His head feels like it's spinning.

So many feelings are going through his body and he doesn’t understand why. Just because she shares the same name as his sister, doesn’t mean that she could be the girl who is presumed dead. A lot of people have the name Y/N. His sister wasn’t the only one. He’s pretty sure there have been people who love Iron Man so much they’ve named their children Y/N.

There’s just something about her that confuses his spidey senses. They are usually always a little on edge around people he doesn’t know, but with her, they feel safe. They almost want to protect her even though there is nothing to protect her from. It also feels like they don’t need to try and sense any danger because if she’s around, then he will never be in danger. It feels like they know she’s family.

He looks over to his dad and uncle to see if they are having the same reaction as him, only to be met with his dad filling out his admission form with sad eyes and his uncle Steve playing Candy Crush on his phone. How is he the only one freaking out? Is he making something out of nothing?

He has to just be making things up in his head. Y/N is dead. He’s known that for years. They buried her body. Some of the smartest people in the world identified her. There is no way they made a mistake. This is just his mind trying to grasp at straws. Y/N is dead.

“Okay, I'm going to clean up your wounds,” Y/N states as she looks at the papers Tony just handed her, “then I will give you something for the pain, remove the splinters, clean you up again, and send you on your way home. I will be right back.”

Peter watches as she wraps the towels back around his leg before exiting the room.

“She seems a bit young to be working here,” Tony comments.

“At least she seems to know what she’s doing,” Steve adds.

“How are you feeling, kid?”

Peter blinks out of his daze before answering his dad, “I’m fine. I’m mostly just wishing I didn’t walk on the deck.”

“We’re just lucky it didn’t cause too much damage. It could have been a lot worse,” Steve sighs, rubbing a hand down his face, “Even if you weren’t the one to fall through, it would’ve been somebody else.”

Y/N walks back through the door pushing a tray of everything she’ll need to help Peter.

“Okay, first I’m going to clean up your wounds,” she states as she grabs her saline solution and gauze sponges, “then we will numb the affected areas so that you can’t feel me removing the splinters. Does that sound good?”

Peter gives her a smile through the pain, “Sounds good.”

She slowly starts to clean his wounds, “Now, like I stated before, this is not how we usually do things, but since you're different from most patients and I’m used to weird things, I decided this was the best course of action for your wounds.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. How old are you?” Tony interjects with a curious look on his face.

Y/N chuckles at his question, “I’m nineteen. I graduated high school early at sixteen and I have an associate's degree in nursing. I should get my bachelor's in December if everything goes according to plan.”

“That’s impressive,” Steve praises, “What made you decide to become a nurse?”

“Well, one, I have an extremely injury-prone brother,” Y/N replies while she finishes cleaning Peter’s leg, “Two, I have extremely injury-prone friends. And lastly, a woman, who’s been like a mother to me for most of my life, is also a nurse. She inspired me.”

“It seems like your friends are lucky to have you.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only reason they’re still alive,” they chuckle at her reply as if it was a joke but she was telling the truth, “Okay, I’ve got you all cleaned up now let’s get you numb.”

Peter continues to stare at her as she throws away the gauze that was just used to clean his wounds. He keeps screaming at himself that he doesn’t know this girl but a part of him keeps yelling back that he does. He keeps repeating in his head that Y/N is dead. There’s no way she came back from the dead just to become a nurse in a town called Beacon Hills. Plus, she said she’s nineteen and his sister would be eighteen.

“Now, I could give you multiple shots to numb your wounds but we are going to use something else,” she grabs a jar from her cart before showing it to him, “This is some pretty powerful numbing cream. It works a lot faster than the shots and it will be a lot less painful. It will also relieve some of your pain.”

She opens the jar before gently scooping out a small amount of the cream. He winces as she starts to rub the cream onto one of his wounds. Her movements become slower and more gentle so as to not hurt him any further.

The relief was almost automatic. It was as if the pain had been sucked out of his leg. Every time she applies more onto his wounds, the less and less pain he has.

For a moment, he swore he saw some black lines running up her arm like veins. He watches to see if he’ll see them again, but her gloves and the long sleeve shirt she was wearing underneath her blue scrubs blocked him from seeing more. He convinces himself that he’s either seeing things or that she must have a tattoo of something.

“What is this stuff?” Peter asks in shock. “We need some of this.”

“Good luck finding some,” Y/N laughs at the look on his face, “I’ve asked my bosses multiple times where they are getting this from but they refuse to tell me. It works like magic, doesn’t it?”

“It’s better than magic.”

“Well, now that you can no longer feel anything, let’s remove these splinters.”

Tony watches as the nurse removes the splinters from his son’s leg. This was the first time they brought Peter to an actual hospital in years. Most of his injuries heal quickly enough so that they don’t have to, or Bruce deals with any major injuries he has. Looking at him now, he can’t help but remember the last time he brought him to a hospital.

A pained scream echoed throughout the small cabin.

Tony quickly abandons his paperwork as he runs to Peter's room. He opens the door to find a five-year-old Peter sitting on the ground and holding his left arm to his chest. Tears are streaming down his face as his two-year-old sister is sitting next to him hugging him in comfort.

“What happened,” Tony quietly asks as he moves towards Peter and Y/N.

“I-I wanted t-to be like yo-you,” Peter chokes out through his tears, “I-I tried to fl-fly.”

Tony sighs knowing that he must have jumped off the top of his bunk bed. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Two months ago, when Bucky was babysitting the two, Peter almost gave him a heart attack because he walked into his room to find him trying to swing on the ceiling fan.

“Where are you hurt?” Tony can see that he must have hurt his arm but he wanted Peter to tell him where he was hurting.

“Arm.” That’s all Peter says as he continues holding onto his arm as if it would fall off if he let go.

“Can I please look at your arm?”

Peter slowly lets go of his arm to let his dad examine it. As Tony gently touches his arm, Peter lets out a small whimper of pain.

“Stop!” Tony looks at Y/N who has a scared look on her face. She doesn’t like her brother being in pain and she knows that her dad touching his arm seems to hurt him.

Tony gives her a small smile, “I’m sorry. I’ll be more gentle. I just need to see if this is something serious or not.”

She seems to contemplate his words before hugging Peter even tighter. Tony takes that as his cue to continue examining his arm. He can tell it isn’t broken, but he wasn’t sure. Bruce was currently on a mission so he’d have to take him to an actual hospital.

“Okay,” Tony calmly puts Peter’s arm back against his chest, “Just to be safe, we will go to a hospital to have it looked at.”

“What about uncle Bruce?” Peter has a confused look on his face.

“He’s off fighting bad guys right now so we will have to take you somewhere else. Is that okay with you, kid?”

Tony expects him to put up a fight but simply nods his head. He also allowed Tony to take him to the car without ever making a fuss. That’s how he knew something was wrong.

When they got to the hospital, Y/N clung to Peter’s side. For someone who was only two years old, she really liked to glare at people who got too close to Peter. It was like she was protecting him from further harm.

Tony could tell that Peter being hurt had upset Y/N. Other than glaring at people, himself included, she hadn't spoken a word other than when she yelled stop at him. She just stuck to Peter’s side and never said anything.

By the time they were seen by a doctor, Tony had to physically pry her away from Peter for them to take x-rays of his arm. There were a lot of tears and she had a strong grip on Peter’s hand that was tough to pull her away from, but she still never said a word.

As they waited for the doctors to examine Peter’s x-rays, Y/N was clinging onto Peter as if she was scared he would disappear. She was also upset with Tony for pulling her away from Peter earlier.

“Okay,” the doctor walks back into the exam room holding Peter’s x-rays, “it seems that he fractured his arm in the fall.”

Tony listens intently as the doctor explains what happened to his son’s arm and what course of action they should do. Peter seemed excited at the thought of having his arm in a cast, but he knew that excitement would fade as he realizes how much having a cast on sucks.

Peter let Y/N pick the color of his cast. She ended up picking a pretty blue color that reminded her of her uncle Bucky’s eyes. Tony knew this would start another debate on who the favorite uncle is.

When they got home that night, Peter gave Y/N some markers to draw on his cast. It ended up mostly being a bunch of squiggly lines and some odd-looking shapes, but Peter thought his cast looked great.

It took Y/N about a week to stop clinging to Peter and it took her another two weeks to stop forcing Peter to sleep in her bed rather than his bunk bed.

“And we’re done.” Tony zones back in on the scene before him to see that the nurse had finished with Peter’s leg. It was wrapped up and everything.

“Thank you so much,” Peter says while trying to maneuver his way off the exam table.

“It’s no problem.” Y/N replies with a large smile on her face, “It’s literally my job.”

“What do we need to do now?” Steve asks.

“Well, I’m going to send you to a lovely place that people like to call hell where you can determine how you are paying for your visit.” Tony snorts at her description, “I’m also going to give you a prescription for some pain meds to take until your leg is fully healed. I will write down the pharmacy’s address so you can pick it up on the way home.”

“It will only take a few days for my leg to fully heal. You don’t have to prescribe me anything.” Peter states.

“Yes, but I’m sure you don’t want to spend those few days in pain.”

Once she’s done with everything she needs to do, she takes them to the checkout counter.

“It was nice to meet all of you,” she says as drops them off, “Hopefully, if there is a next time, it will be under better circumstances.”

“Thank you so much for all of your help,” Tony smiles as he shakes her hand.

“You’re welcome. I’m sure you are ready to go home so I will let you check out and I will leave you alone. I hope the rest of your day turns out a lot better than this!”

There’s something inside Peter yelling at him to not let her go but he ignores the feeling and decides to just watch her leave.

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As Y/N steps inside her shared apartment with Derek, she can hear arguing from the kitchen.

“We have to tell her! What if it was you in her position? Wouldn’t you want to know?” Scott's voice was the first one she could make out.

“We can’t tell her,” Stiles's voice rings out, “She’s got the biggest target on her but you know she’ll care more about everyone else's safety above her own. Derek, back me up. Tell Scott why we can’t tell Y/N.”

“Tell me what?” the three boys jump at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, hey. How was work?” Stiles tries to awkwardly pretend like he wasn’t just talking about her.

Y/N chuckles while staring at the group with a smirk on her face, “You werewolves should check your hearing. Now, I’m going to ask again. Tell me what?”

Scott and Stiles nervously look at each other while Derek never stops looking at her. He sighs before grabbing a piece of paper off the table in front of him. He gives her a quick kiss before handing it to her. The paper appears to have names and numbers written on it.

“What’s this?” she asks with a confused look on her face.

“It’s a dead pool,” Scott answers.

“The names are people who are supernatural and the number beside them is how much they're worth,” Stiles adds.

“Shit,” Y/N whispers under her breath.

“Turn it around,” Derek says as he watches for her reaction.

She turns it around to see her name and a number.

“That’s how much I’m worth” she questions, “That’s not a lot. I thought I’d be worth more.”

“That’s not in dollars, that’s in millions,” Stiles corrects her.

“I’m worth fifty million dollars?!”

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 22

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tag: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next few weeks went by in utter bliss.

The days after the pitch presentation with the marketing team were spent shooting the models in Sam's building. When Bucky told me you'd had assistants for the shoot, you thought that he was just joking or just wanted to make you feel better but you knew now to believe everything he would tell you. It was the first time you'd had people help you work; the first time you had to order people around. You had people working for the lights, reflectors, fans, backdrops, wardrobe, and make-up. You also had people sitting behind two large desktops connected to your new camera to skim over the photos. You would head over there for every five minutes to look at the photos and if you found something that could work better, you'd have another round with the models.

Considering it was the first time you've handled professional models and athletes in photoshoots, you did excellent and handled everything smoothly. Even Sharon knew it, giving you a small reassuring smile from time to time.

Speaking of Sharon, she actually helped you with the models' wardrobe, and got every new clothing from their inventory, making sure everything and everyone were photographed. She was still walking around with her clipboard close to her chest. She never walked the grounds without it.

Sam would go in and out from time to time. With the other matters he had in his hands, countless partnership meetings on-site and online, it was understandable.

But you knew he trusted me in this. After all, you were partners in this project.

Meanwhile, Bucky had made himself comfortable watching you from the corner of the studio. He made himself too comfortable watching you the whole time you were working that the models thought he was planning something heinous. You laughed them off and told them you were dating.

"Isn't he too old for you?" One model had asked.

"Doesn't really matter to me." You turned your head and glanced at Bucky, his eyes glistening as he stared at you. You bit your lip and faced the model. "Plus, he's hot. I would be crazy not to jump on that."

If only Nat could hear you, you knew she'd be proud.

Even though the two-day shoots were brutal, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. More when you finally had to do post-production the following week which meant editing the photos.

As promised, you spent your break time over at Bucky's penthouse, naked in his living room, his master bedroom, the kitchen, and his home office. Your legs would be trembling during the shoot but you persevered. You didn't want Bucky to see you weak while working, even though it turned him on. It wasn't helping that he was watching you the whole time. You couldn't see him but you always felt his eyes on you.

The Falcons' new release was set to be launched a month and a half later, just weeks after Bucky's birthday (I'll get to Bucky's birthday in a bit, 'cause that was a whole other thing kept at the back of my mind, you thought). There were still a lot of things happening with advertising and marketing such as the new website, and pages on social media platforms and new packaging.

After the project with Sam, your paycheck came one Monday morning in the mail. Peter kept asking you how much you were paid but you never told him because if you did, he'd let you pay the next six month's rent — and that wasn't even just for your half. It would be for the both of you. You would gladly pay of course, seeing that he's helped you enough financially but you wanted to invest this money to earn more. The paycheck wouldn't stop there, of course. Sam would still pay you if your photos ever get on billboards across any city or when he opens up a new branch.

Sam referred you to a couple more guys he knew. One who needed to photograph models for a skincare brand he'd been rebranding for the past couple of weeks and one who needed to photograph paintings to be sold online. They weren't as big as Sam's business but were big enough in the industry. The production of both were still in the talk.

The next day, you and Bucky went studio hunting downtown. Obviously, your little home studio wasn't fit for incoming clients and this was surely an investment you couldn't pass upon. After renting and earning more profit, you figured you could move into another studio and buy it; a permanent place where you could freely work.

While studio hunting, Bucky insisted to buy the place that you wanted — or better yet, buy a much bigger place so you wouldn't have to move to another studio. But you've already made up your mind. You told him you wanted to do this your own way, with the money you've earned. After signing the contract and lease with your name on it, Bucky hugged you from behind. The property agent eyed you.

"At least let me buy you something, doll." He whispered in your hair as soon as you were left alone. You stood at the center of the empty office, overlooking the busy streets of New York City through the glass walls. "Please."

You met his arms with your hands, pulling him closer. You leaned on his chest, sighing at the comfort his arms gave you. "Even if I tell you no, I know you're still going to do it."

"You're damn right. Do you have anything in mind you might like?"

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Surprise me."

He chewed his inner cheeks before dipping his head to yours, your lips meeting each other. "Oh, I definitely will."

The next day, a whole studio setup filled the used-to-be-empty studio. Complete with backdrops, lights, light boxes, and reflectors. In your new office was a fully furnished desk, complete with a desktop setup where you could edit photos.

You looked at him with wide eyes, ready to lecture him that this was all too much and that you definitely made it clear that you wanted to do all of this by yourself.

Bucky had caught your expression early on, scared that you might have our first argument.

"Before you say anything, this wasn't all me. I figured out a loophole on how I could buy you the things you need for this studio and at the same time, still make you like me and would still make you want to rip my clothes off."

"What did you do this time, James?"

"All of this," he said, gesturing to all the equipment in the studio, "was both me and Sam. Think of it as an investment. If you can get more work and clients, then you can keep everything but if you can't, we'll pull them all out. When you afford to buy everything here, only then can you pay us. This little string here," he pointed to the both of you, "is just business."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Just business?"

He bit his lip. "Okay, maybe a bit of pleasure too."

"A bit?"

"Maybe a whole lot." He shrugged.

"And the whole idea was... just you?"

"Just me, sweetheart. Plain James Buchanan Barnes. You get me, you get the whole package."

"And besides money what will you get out of this little investment idea of yours?"

"I have little care about the money, honestly." He said. "But I'm doing all this for you and you is all I care about."

"You're damn lucky I like you, James."

"Like me enough to have some hot sex right here, right now?"

You smirked, pressing your crotch against his, teasing him. "I get the whole package, right?"

Bucky took you from behind. Your tight skirt hiked up to your waist. Your tits bouncing against the fabric of the beige curtains, your hands gripping them as hard as you could as Bucky thrusted himself hard and deep behind you, his hands either on your hips, your hair, your neck or your breasts. And as you both finished, the curtain rod broke in half, making you and Bucky topple on the ground, the huge curtains falling down on your bodies. The bright sun radiating across the room, the view of the streets startling you.

Laughter filled the room as you stared at each other. The look of exhaustion still evident in your faces and body.

"You're buying me new curtains." You breathed out.

"Me?" He chuckled. "You're the one who pulled them off!"

"The reason why was you."

"I have a better idea."

"I doubt that."

"We should just get these windows tinted." He smirked under the curtains and rolled over towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist. "That way we could just ravish each other in front of this goddamn city without anyone ever seeing us. How does that sound, doll?"

You hummed, brushing your nose against his. "Tempting."

"Is that a yes?"

You shrugged, pulling away from him. "You have to convince me more, Mr. Barnes."

"Oh babydoll, you're gonna regret saying those words."

The following weeks with Bucky was all you could ever ask for but it was getting harder and harder to hide all of this from Peter. Your time together was spent in the confines of Bucky's expensive penthouse when he wasn't in meetings and when you weren't busy finishing the setup in your new studio.

All day you'd cuddle up, watch movies, read books, and just talk more about the beauty and perils of life.

You couldn't go out that much because you couldn't risk Peter or any of Peter's friends to see you and Bucky around. When you visited the bar one day and told Nat all about it, she told you to go to places Peter and any of his friends will never be at.

"Besides, isn't Peter always working?" She asked as you sat down on the booth.

"We still don't want to risk it."

"So, go with my plan."

"Hey," you said, finally thinking her idea was a good one, "how's it going with Steve?"

She shrugged, chewing on her lower lip. You eyed her suspiciously. "Uh-oh, what's wrong?"

"It's still good but..." she paused, her eyes strained. "He's been acting strange lately."

"Isn't he always?" You chuckled. "You may not notice this 'cause you're sleeping with him but he's a bit peculiar for a man his age. Always cramped up in that little office of his. Seriously, how on earth do you have sex in there?"

"I'm bendy, bitch."

"Never should've asked." You mumbled, getting the picture of Nat, well, bending, out of your head.

"Anyway," she sighed, "it's just... he's acting really weird. I can't even begin to explain it. I think something happened."

"Do you think it's about you two?"

"I doubt that." She frowned. "I just know it's something else."

"You want me to talk to him? I'm like a little sister to him." You replied. "Sorta. It's a weird dynamic, I know."

"Sure, if you ever catch him in the office. He's barely even here."

You nodded, taking the new information in. "Now, that's a whole level of weird for Steve."

"Maybe he's just having problems with the bar or something." You shrugged.

"If he did, he'd be here in the bar. I tried talking to him but he says he's just fine. I don't know, I'm just letting him be. It's not like we're in a relationship."

You and Nat talked a bit more about Steve right before her shift started. Then the next day, you gave Bucky a map and marked all the places you could go to without risking being seen. Brooklyn was the only place Peter would never go to. You thought about Queens but May, Peter's aunt, lives around that area.

Brooklyn was no Upper West or Upper East side but it didn't matter to you or to Bucky. You had each other; just the two of us — in the restaurant & lounge, movie theater (where we always end up making out), Barnes & Noble, local coffee shops (where we read the books we've bought), and in the streets of Brooklyn. Strolling hand in hand, stealing kisses on every empty corner, and you taking photos and videos of the beautiful landscape, and the beautiful man who managed to steal your heart.

All the rendezvous with Bucky felt like you were a married woman having an affair — without the secret handwritten letters.

But everything was in place and your heart was full. It was so full it could almost explode.

Spending all the time in his penthouse, in Brooklyn and your studio made me miss your rooftop. A place you've claimed yours and Bucky's; a place he'd claimed you his, and he, yours. You wished we could just go there freely, without having to worry Peter seeing you together doing unspeakable things to one another.

And yes, telling Peter was getting much harder as the month went by.

Back in the Upper West Side, nothing much was going on in the bar. You barely see Steve (though according to Nat, he comes in the bar every now and then), Nat was still Nat of course (and nothing much had changed in whatever was going on between her and Steve), Nick got better at making drinks (thank the heavens for that), Sam would give you constant updates whenever he came with Bucky in the bar, and Peter had been having problems with his marketing team and Wanda's vision for the clothing line they landed.

Now that was something you couldn't believe and was the reason you and Bucky kept postponing on telling him.

Peter was constantly in a bad mood. It got to one point where he wanted to quit the team.

After that, you went to pay Wanda a visit at her studio. You found her sitting in her office in deep thoughts. She was surprised to see you but managed to put on a smile when she approached you with a hug. You offered if you could get coffee from a coffee shop down the block and there you talked about the conflict happening between her and Peter's team.

Boy, when you and Sharon had had an argument, you thought that was already big. But Wanda's case was much bigger.

"This isn't a collaboration anymore. It feels like my artistic vision has no place in it. It's like they're telling me, 'hey, you have a camera just shoot whatever we want you to shoot the way we want it to be shot.' I keep telling them that's not how it works. They keep throwing in my face that they hired me, that they're paying me." Wanda being Wanda, kept on and on and on. "... and that roommate of yours is no help either. He just stays silent the whole time during those god awful meetings. We're already behind track and apparently it's my fault. Can you believe it? God, I don't know what to do. I've never had a marketing team work alongside me before! Have you at least talked to Peter about it?"

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip of the coffee. "Oh, I wouldn't wanna talk to Parker. He's been in quite a mood."

"Too bad, I was kind of hoping you could knock some sense into him. Should I just quit?"

You talked for about two hours in the coffee shop catching up. It felt kind of rude to talk to her about The Falcons but she insisted. And she genuinely looked and sounded so happy for you, which made you feel a bit guilty for being so envious of her success.

You parted ways in her studio but before you could even get out of her office and go to Brooklyn to meet with Bucky, Wanda called out your name and handed you a film camera.

And it wasn't just any film camera. It was yours — the one that she borrowed back in college.

"It's long overdue, y/n. I was just finding the right time to give it back to you."

You gave her a reassuring smile, telling her it's okay. Hell, you even forgot you lended it to her until today. "Thanks, Wanda."

"I haven't had the film developed, by the way. I took a couple of photos before realizing I've run out. I didn't want to get them developed since most of the photos are yours."

After that, you convinced Bucky to go to some shops in Brooklyn where you could get them developed but he insisted you should just make the little spare room in the studio into a dark room. You didn't know why you agreed but you did, anyway. Bucky always had a way with words. Or perhaps it was because of his intoxicating voice. Either way, you were addicted to every part of him. He could try to persuade you in gibberish and you'd still say yes.

It was already the week before Bucky's birthday. You've already met with your new clients, began planning pre-production, and almost finished setting up the studio, yet your brain was still racking what on earth to get Bucky for his birthday.

Howard picked you up in your studio an hour after your meetings and thanked him as you got out. Leonard greeted you inside and led you towards the elevator that goes right up to Bucky's penthouse.

Bucky just came out of his study when you greeted him with a kiss, his phone in his hand.

"So, who was on the phone? Parker?" You asked as soon as you sat down on the couch.

"That was Tony."

You pursed your lips and nodded, caressing the top of his head. "Tony's been calling you a lot lately." You commented, recalling the times you've seen Tony's name on Bucky's phone screen. "Is everything fine?"

"It's kind of weirding me out too, doll but this time, I kind of figured why he called."

You frowned and stopped playing with his hair. "What do you mean?"

"It's the first time in five years I'm in New York for my birthday and knowing him, I know he'd throw me this huge party." Bucky chuckled. "And I couldn't say no because well... It's Tony — "

You smiled at him. "That's really sweet of him! He must've been missing you a lot."

"I'm not done yet, doll." He placed his finger on your lips.

You giggled and hid how easily that gesture turned you on.

"The birthday party has a theme." With his finger still on your lips, you waited for him to finish. Something you always anticipated in bed. "It's the Great Gatsby."

Your mouth fell agape, smiling at him. In your head, you were already seeing him in a neat, dazzling vintage suit. "Oh my god, why do you look so glum? It sounds like a great party!"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I just want to spend my birthday with you." He pecked your lips then whispered. "No fancy party. Just you."

You kissed him back, then placed your head on his shoulder. "I'd love that too, boo but I'm nothing compared to a Great Gatsby party."

"You couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart." He sighed, pulling you up to his lap. "I'd choose you over any fancy party. I just want you."

"You still have to go, Bucky."

He groaned, dipping his head on your shoulder as he pulled you closer, his hands tight on the sides of your thighs. "I don't want to."

"You have to." You giggled, lifting his head. You put your hands on his jaws, looking straight at him. "Okay?"

"I'm turning thirty-nine in a week, y/n. I'm too old for a costume party."

"Puh-lease." You scoffed. "You streaked in the streets of Greece when you turned thirty-four and you're telling me you're too old for a costume party?"

He groaned, throwing his head back. "Why do you always bring that up, doll?"

"It's one of my favorite stories I've been told about my boyfriend." You smirked, bringing his head back in between his shoulders. "It would be my favorite if I were with you."

Bucky sent you a glare. "No way am I letting other people see you naked. Never in a million years."

You shrugged. "You almost did when we had sex that one time in my office, Buck. Come on, go to the party. It's your party, anyway."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He tucked it behind your ear. You smiled at the gesture. "If anything, it's Tony's party, Not mine. He's sort of a diva."

"He's still throwing it because of you. Come on, boo."

A moment of silence occurred.

"You're coming with me, then." He replied. "I'm not going if you're not going."

You hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's see... A party with my boyfriend, his adoptive father who's one of the richest people ever to exist on this planet, and his stepbrother. Well, it's a party but not that fancy."

He moaned. "Then be my date in secret. Come on, doll, we've been really good at it. We can sneak out for a few minutes and make out. That way, I could still be with you."

You knitted your brows. "That sounds more like Romeo and Juliet. Not the Great Gatsby."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, y/n. It's my birthday. Don't I get special treatment on my special day?"

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, knowing he would never drop this. The worry of a party with the person you had been avoiding the past month was settling inside but Bucky's arms around your waist made that all disappear.

"Fine." You sighed. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky smiled in victory, leaning in closer to your face. His lips brushed against yours. "Wishes, baby. That's not the only wish I want."

"You have two more then."

"Oh wait, I should rub you first after making a wish, right?"

You shook your head. "Don't push it."

He sneered, carefully rubbing your thighs. "My second wish would be me buying you a dress but don't let me see it until my birthday comes."

You hadn't had any chance to argue because well, it would be his birthday. And you couldn't resist Bucky.

I don't think I ever could.

"Deal." You sealed it with a small kiss then stood up from his lap. "Only if you let me go shopping now,"

"Now? Like, right now? It's a bit too early, don't you think?"

You nodded and gave him a playful smile. "It is. I just wanted to tease you with a little secret I'll be bringing home with me tonight."

"Oh no," he reached out his arms, "don't do that to me. Come on, get back here. I have a better idea."

You sighed, getting back on his lap, straddling him. "Of course, you do."

"I'll have someone over here tomorrow. I'll have one of the best dressmakers here to make you something gorgeous. How does that sound?"

"It sounds expensive." You warned. "But wonderful. I'll be here in the morning."

After spending another hour at Bucky's, discussing what could've been his birthday plans with me (a simple rooftop dinner, where we could get drunk and have drunk sex underneath the tent — that was just one of the crazy options he offered), you went straight to the bar and looked for Nat, hoping she could help me what to get for Bucky on his birthday.

As you got there, you barged inside only to find the bar empty. You looked around, wondering why there were no people inside only to realize it was two in the afternoon and it was a Monday. You looked back on the door, wondering why it was open. Then, it hit you: Steve. He must be here.

"Steve?" You called out as you neared his office. "Steve, you here?"

No answer.

You knocked on the door and called out his name one more time but you were only met with silence. Without hesitation, you opened Steve's door. You were greeted with a pile of papers. It was like they were growing from the ground.

"Steve?" You called out once more but there was still no answer. You walked around the room to find more papers. You picked one up, seeing it was a newspaper dated back 2012. It was an article about an explosion that happened in the Upper East Side. But you couldn't see the details since only the headline was in sight. It seemed like the whole article had been cut or shredded.

You wondered if Steve was the one who wrote it.

It was the first time you ever got a good look in his office. Inside were dusty. To think that he spends most of his time here, he'd bother to clean once in a while.

On the back of his table were a bunch of photographs lined up. Some of his family, you assumed, fishing on a lake. Then, something caught your eye: a small framed picture that was facing down.

Curious, you slowly picked it up.

An audible gasp came out of your mouth when you saw the photo.

It was Bucky and Steve.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel au #marvel fanfiction

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1dmonthlyficroundup · 3 years

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2021! Below you’ll find One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup.

Happy reading!

Game Changer by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 6k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Did the doctor say what was wrong with you?”

“He thought I was pregnant,” Louis scoffs. “Told me to go home and take a test, a pregnancy test, Haz. Can you imagine the nerve it takes for him to even think that?”

Harry looks lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. “Did you? Take a test, I mean?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

OR: A couple months before playing in his first long-awaited World Cup, Louis finds out he’s pregnant. Harry’s there for the ride.

(I Was Broke) You Healed Me by @fallinglikethis

[Harry/Niall, 12k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Niall Horan is an unmated pregnant omega living on his own after his alpha boyfriend leaves him. Far from his family and friends in Ireland, Niall is stuck living in a complex for Alpha/Omega bondmates, terrified every day of being found out by his landlord.As if that isn't enough, he's suffering from touch deprivation. Luckily, Niall's doctor can at least help him with that part: she prescribes Niall some cuddle sessions. It's only a little weird that the person she's prescribing him is her brother. Or maybe that's actually a little bit perfect.

The Only Pain in Pleasure is the Pleasure of the Pain by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

[Liam/Zayn, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Liam had followed InZaynity, an artist's Instagram, for ages. Not only was the artist incredibly talented, his voice poured over Liam like warm honey on a winter's night, and his hands were the stuff Liam's wank dreams were made of. However, having Zayn unexpectedly arrive as the newest artist at his best friend's tattoo shop brought Liam's fantasies and reality a little too close for comfort.

Zayn Malik met his boss' friend on his first day at Fine Line Tattoos, and felt an instant attraction. Unfortunately, given Liam's unwillingness to even hold a conversation with him, Zayn was certain the feelings weren't reciprocal. Or were they?

When Liam's new tattoo design falls outside the scope of Tommo's talent, and he recommends Zayn do it, Liam reluctantly agrees. Surely he could manage to spend hours in Zayn's company without revealing his biggest secret, right? Right?

Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Liam, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

Why Didn't We Make Out the Night We Met? by @berzerkshires

[Louis/Harry, 52k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry meet in an alley outside the hotel Louis is staying for the weekend. Harry introduces himself as Ed, and Louis is completely clueless. They have a relationship through text messages, phone calls, shared pictures and Facetime calls. Is a cell phone being the only source of communication enough? Will Louis ever learn that he's really talking to an international popstar? And what happens when the world is shutdown due to a wide spread virus?

I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) by @lululawrence

[Harry/Louis, 7k, Not rated, tumblr post]

“Stand up.”

Harry stood up from the couch, not a moment’s delay.

“Oh my god, is that what that’s like?” Harry turned to Louis, surprise on his face. “I really thought they were somehow exaggerating, but it really is an automatic response with absolutely no thought from me behind it whatsoever.”

Louis sighed again. “You really wanna keep doing this? Have me use my alpha voice on you so you can work on resisting it?”

“Yup,” Harry said, clapping his hands and smiling. “How else am I going to be able to have any chance at reducing the power an alpha voice has on me?”

I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by @lululawrence

[Liam/Nick Grimshaw, 4k, Not rated, tumblr post]

Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it.

Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her.

Oh, Those Summer Nights by cherrylarry / @beelou

[Louis/Harry, 1k, General, tumblr post]

“Are you okay?” He kneels down to inspect where Harry still has his hand pressed against his head.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.”

“My name’s Louis. Can I buy you dinner or something to make up for hitting you in the head?”

Harry crinkles his eyebrows. “Me?”

Louis chuckles. “Yes, you. If you’d like?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Harry smiles so that his dimples show. “I’m Harry.”

“Harry, it's a date, then." Louis grins.

An extended scene of the beginning of the movie Grease as a larry au

people fall in love in mysterious ways (maybe just the touch of a hand) by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers, @justalarryblog / Bekita, @bluecolouredlou , @beelou / cherrylarry, @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain, @hershelsue / docklands, @foreverfanficaddict,@idolizingthelight / idolizingthelightt, @inlockets / loveroflou, @perfectdagger, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 13k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Set in a world where meeting your soulmate causes a literal spark, Louis Tomlinson has no time for fate. He knows all too well the heartbreak that having a soulmate can bring and he'd rather avoid the whole affair. But, when a chance meeting with up-and-coming popstar, Harry Styles, causes the biggest electrical surge the world has ever seen, Louis must confront the truth that sometimes destiny knocks when you least expect it.

Somehow, Someway by @zanniscaramouche

[Louis/Harry, 16k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis Tomlinson has everything all figured out for a smooth post-graduation sailing into the perfect career in the music industry. A canceled class, a high school play, and a disarming set of dimples were not part of the plan. (Especially when they belong to a boy wearing someone else’s jacket.)

Featuring: A punk with the worst timed crush in history, that moody art kid that never shares cigarettes, the cutest pastel-pink wearing boy on the planet, and his unfortunately nice bottle-blond jock of a boyfriend.

Forts & Fortunes by @neondiamond

[Louis/Harry, 2k, General, tumblr post]

It’s finals week at uni and Harry is struggling to find a healthy balance between studying and tending to his needs. Lucky for him, Louis is there to help him out with that.

One way to reduce tension by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 1k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry knows of a few ways to help Louis get rid of some pent up stress…

We Got a Call by @greenblueish / bluegreenish

[Louis/Harry, 24k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Fisher from St Peter hospital, hello. Is this Mr Tomlinson?”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in concern. Why is the hospital calling him? Has someone he knows been in an accident? “Uh, yes?”

“Great. Your results are in. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

“Pregnant?” he chokes, the word almost getting caught in his throat.

“Yes, without doubt,” the woman from the hospital confirms, her voice neutral but somehow chirpy. “I recommend promptly booking an appointment with your ob/gyn to discuss how to proceed.”

"I...Yeah, I’ll talk to my … partner.”

or, the one where Louis and Harry Tomlinson are married and Louis accepts a phone call that was definitely meant for his husband.

How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 860 words, General, tumblr post]

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

Rope, Leather and Lipstick by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 552 words, Mature, tumblr post]

Something about ropes around wrists, and tinting skin the colour of strawberry ice cream, tender and kissed by dark lips. Smudging sticky red lipstick across the slight blue shadow of veins, and assuring hands tightening knots.

Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 34k, Mature, tumblr post]

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

Sugar at Night by @brightgolden

[Harry/Louis, 33k, Explicit, tumblr post]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles.

But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it?

So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

I got myself in a mess (and without you I'm in more) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Liam, 9k, Mature, tumblr post]

It’s not desire that has his synapses firing. It’s not the urge to jump him that makes him feel jittery.

It’s the fact that everything about this man - a nice, unassuming guy on Tinder, who studied IT and who seemed like a safe choice - screams danger. It’s the fact that Zayn has been absently touching his necklace for what feels like half the night now.

The necklace. Thank God for Lou, honestly. He’d laughed a bit, at first, when Louis had given it to him, when he’d explained all about the app that it was connected to, the emergency contacts that would be notified and sent his exact location “if you just double tap the back of the charm, see” because Louis was that friend, the mom friend, but right now? Right now Zayn will gladly take the gentle ribbing from Louis if it means he won’t have to spend another moment with this guy.

I don't care if the world knows by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry is fourteen when she buys her first binder. She’s been doing cosplay videos on Tiktok for a while at that point, and it seems like the logical choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with cosplaying characters of the opposite gender and not wanting to fully look like them, she’s seen plenty of wonderful creators put their own spin on characters in a way that transcends the source material, but when it comes to her own cosplays -

She just likes it to be accurate.

She likes her chest to be flat, not soft and curvy, when she’s wearing her Crowley cosplay, or when she’s transformed herself into Loki.

It’s all about the aesthetics.

∞

Over the course of a few years, Harry explores and comes to terms with gender identity.

It’s Probably Because I’ve Got a Big Lesbian Crush on You by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry's never really concerned herself with being part of the popular crowd. But as the new girl in school the second semester of her junior year, she finds herself unwittingly competing for Queen Bee status against high school royalty Louis Tomlinson. Maybe there's more to their rivalry than it seems.

A not-quite-Mean Girls AU

Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 5k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him?

Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Nick Grimshaw, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

The first time was an accident. The second time was an accident too.

Or: Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.

Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

Can we make it any more obvious? by LouStylesHTommo / @smolhilariousbeans

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

Aka Niall, Zayn, Liam being supportive of Lou&H sexy shenanigans.

darling just dive right in by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

Shining just for you by ThoseFookin_Avacados / @hlhome28

[Harry/Louis, 1k, General, tumblr post]

For a clumsy person, Harry danced with quite the grace- spinning around Louis, billowy light robes brushing against his firm darker ones. Despite his slightly smaller build, Louis was decivingly strong, his grip on Harry's waist tight as they performed their steps in sync. Like two opposite halves of a whole, like ones reflection in the mirror, like the sun and the moon.

Part 2 of the Prompt Generator series

crown me with your heart (your love is king) by @perfectdagger

[Louis/Harry, 41k, General, tumblr post]

The universe must’ve had a field day when it decided to plan Harry’s life. There was no plausible explanation for anything that happened in his life anymore. Try as he may, he would never be able to control his life nor predict what would happen next. What were the odds that the one person he was sure he had fallen in love with but had completely let him slip out of his life, already resigned to the fact nothing could ever evolve between them due to Harry’s future with Eroda, happened to be the same person who had Harry’s future in his hand?

A The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Wedding au in which Harry is the Crown Prince of the small island of Eroda and Louis’ uncle is trying to take the throne from him, with a slight a/b/o twist and some more.

#trackinghappily #1dsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #28th appreciation #july 2021 #one direction fan fic

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mcuamerica · 4 years

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Hii i'm kinda obsessed with cry for me by Camila Cabello. So if you're still taking song requests i'd like that song with Peter/Tom. Thank you 😊

Warnings: Angst, a very small amount of fluff, bullying (be nice to people okay?)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 787

A/N: This isn’t edited at all so beware. This was requested a while ago and I apologize for it taking this long - I just didn’t know how to go about writing and I was kind of in a rut. Here it is! I also know that none of my fellow Tom fans would ever be this mean to one of Tom’s girlfriends but it’s for the story so go along with it. Enjoy! (Gif credit here)

So baby, won’t you cry for me? Say you die for me?And if you can’t, then baby, lie for me

‘Cause you haunt me when I’m dreaming

And it’s time you know the feeling

So, cry for me

“Spider-Man Actor Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N) Break Up, Holland moves on within days”

That’s the title you read when you open up Twitter. #1 trending for the entire week. That’s what Hollanders can do, rub salt into the wound. You were heartbroken and all of his fans who “supported” your relationship decided that you weren’t good enough for him anymore - something about you because too fresh in the industry and he finally broke up with you for using him.

Tom didn’t make it any easier. You broke up with each other the day before he left for press for an upcoming movie of his, and he seemed completely fine. You wanted so badly to reach out to him and ask how he was doing, at least congratulate him on the film’s success, but he seemed to have moved on.

His co-star, who had worked with him a year ago while filming, and him looked as if they were more than just friends. You knew it seemed shallow of you, you had dated Tom for almost two years. And the break-up was mutual. You didn’t want to give in to what the media was feeding you, the “new love” found between the two stars just after you two had broken up. It was PR for the movie, you knew better than to believe it.

It doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. You put your entire life into that relationship, and within a week Tom was back to being his happy-go-lucky self. You wish he was miserable, forced to lay at his couch in London and watch Love Island by himself. (That is not what you’re doing at all, no, not at all).

You didn’t start filming for another week, so you had been locked in your apartment moping around. Your best friend begged you to go out to the club, but you knew that wouldn’t help you (and especially wouldn’t help your image, not that you cared that much at this point).

Tom’s fans didn’t make it easy on you, they continued to tell lies and spread rumors about why you had broken up, and all of them were about you doing something to hurt him. He was the one out enjoying his life, promoting his movie. You hadn’t been active on your social media for two weeks.

Your fans tried to back you up, but your following was definitely smaller than Tom’s, and you guessed you lost some fans with the way that the rumors spread.

You had been fed up with it after another week went on and they didn’t let it go. You wanted to text Tom, so being the stubborn person you are, you started to text him. You couldn’t find the right words to say, so instead, you called him.

It wasn’t a surprise that he didn’t answer, he was in the states and it was 3 in the morning there.

“Hey, Tom... I.. I just wanted to call to say congrats on the success with the movie. I know you worked hard on it”

You paused.

“Okay, that’s not all that I called for… I uh.. I know you have a lot going on. And you probably don’t even want to hear from me.. And I could try to handle this on my own, but…”

You sighed. You were never good at getting to the point, especially when you were uncomfortable.

“Your fans seem to think that I did something wrong… to hurt you.. Since we broke up… and it shouldn’t affect me as much as it does.. But if you could just, I don’t know, post something? Ask them to lay off? You don’t have to.. I just.. You know how I get. Thanks. I’ll uh… talk to you later..”

You hung up the phone and threw it on your couch. You didn’t expect him to do anything, he wasn’t the one being hurt publically with this. His fan base grew more because he was single again.

You really didn’t expect your best friend to send a video of Tom that he had posted on his Instagram.

“Hey guys, I’m making this video just so all of you know that I’m doing well. A lot of you have been asking how I am after last week, and I’m good. I’ve seen what a few of you all have posted online about (Y/N). Her and I are still on good terms. I like to keep my private life private, so that’s all I’m going to say about that. Thanks for the support with the movie, it’s going great… Have a lovely day, thanks.”

You scrolled to your last conversation with Tom over text and sent a simple “Thank you”

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x reader #marvel #mcu #mcuamerica #anonymous #anon request

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prxttypxrker · 5 years

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our endgame [T.S]

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Tony Stark x OC (father-daughter)

word count: 1,203

summary: an introduction to a series occurring between the after effects of infinity war and the events of endgame, later on including the actual events of the latter film. a high schooler with unique abilities approaches Tony Stark after “the Snap” and wants to offer her help, as well as ask for his help in return

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post infinity war

one

“What did you say his name was?”

“Thanos.”

She nodded her head, walking around the hologram that was displayed in the middle of the high tech lab. She surveyed the files and went over everything that happened within the last week. Of course she saw what happened—saw all those people disappear into thin air—but she couldn’t comprehend just what was going on until she decided to visit the famous philanthropist. The information absorbed so far was a combination of somber and curious news. Friends and nearly lifelong heroes were gone, and even repeating a brief version of the events that unfolded seemed hard for the man to reveal to her. The conversation itself ran short at the start of her unexpected company, though ever since the end of it the adult of the two would keep on giving the young girl weird looks as she scanned her surroundings. At the familiar feeling her head turned toward her left, and she raised an eyebrow. “I know you might be suspicious of me, Mr. Stark, but I’m sure staring is a bit much.”

The genius billionaire stayed silent. The girl who showed up on his doorstep just a couple of hours ago couldn't have been any older than his own former intern. She seemed younger due to her physical appearance, but the way she held herself was anything but youthful. There was nothing adolescent or amateur about how she presented herself before him, and the amount of information she was able to gain on the situation prior to coming to him proved that she wanted to know all she could. He wasn't sure if letting her help like she wanted was the best idea, especially without any knowledge on what she could bring to the team. The team that broke up and—for the most part—lost contact with one another only for them to band back together for a threat to the entire universe, not just Earth. Not like before.

She was a teenager—a kid. Was it really wise of him to take her on after what happened to the last person he took under his wing? He finally spoke after more thought than he wanted, and crossed his arms as he looked upon the young girl. “How are you here?

Leaning back against the table where everything was displayed, she glanced back over at him and crossed her own arms with a shrug. “Just like anyone else who survived the snap I don't know how or why I'm here, but Peter was my friend—one of my only ones. I want to do what I can to get him and the others back.”

“And you're aware of the fact they all just-” He stopped himself from continuing, waving a hand around to get his point across.

“Turned into dust without a trace as to where they could be since they are alive?” She finished, not batting an eyelash as she tried to keep her voice from breaking and any remaining hope from leaving. She cleared her throat, “Yeah, I'm aware.”

Anthony Stark stared at the high schooler intensely, her gaze still and leveling his own. She didn't move or glance away, just holding her own against any possible judgement she might receive. She knew the dangers, or else she wouldn't have allowed her path to carry on this way. There was something about this one that caught his attention, and the mystery intrigued him enough. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, yet here she was willing to do whatever she could to possibly defeat a threat that wiped out half of the universe's living creatures. She was determined, but the Avengers already tried. He was still recovering himself from the three weeks trapped in space in a broken ship, barely being able to work on any projects let alone wanting to attempt at this again. “Look, kid.” He sighed. “We already tried beating that guy, and look what happened. They found him and the stones were gone. Destroyed. I was stuck in space for twenty-two days and I've had to have this stupid thing-” he gestured to the IV stand next to a desk, “pricked into my arm for over a week now. I love the enthusiasm, really, but it's just not going to happen. Sorry to disappoint you, but you should just go home.” Tony began to make way back to the elevator, grabbing the fluids that have been assisting his health since being rescued.

“Mr. Stark.” The girl called out, but he didn't turn around. “Mr. Stark, please!” As he turned inside the elevator shaft, he looked at her. He saw someone who was hurt and grieving, someone who lost a friend and no doubt other people important to her. He was lucky Pepper was still here, but most others weren't so lucky. Despite still having his fiance, he saw himself in the young girl now a fair distance away from him.

“I know you lost people, and you want them back, but I'm sorry.. I can't give that to you.” Without another word, Friday shut the silver doors.

She watched as her one chance faded away, going down to what she assumed was the lab he still had standing. She could have insisted she at least stay with him in the mansion. Make a deal or convince him she would be of help. The truth was that while she knew she was able to do something, she didn't know how much. She gathered as much intel as possible before heading his way, and while she retained what he gave, it wasn't enough. There was no way she was going to have the strength or energy to do this herself. He gave his condolences, and she was still disappointed, but he made a point. The Avengers—Earth’s mightiest heroes and defenders—and others with supernatural skills or powers located and killed the tyrant, and yet were too late in retrieving the stones. There was no way she could do a solo mission.

A ring blared into the new silence, snapping her out of her train of thought. She glanced down the pocket of her jacket, taking out the cellphone. She blinked at the name on the screen, not hesitating in picking up the call from her non-blood sister. “Tala?”

“Hey. So you're still alive and kicking too, huh?” The other girl on the end asked, almost verbally scolding herself for doing so when the obvious was there. “Nevermind that—can I come over to your place? Or wherever you are? I want to talk about... all this.” There was some rustling on Tala's end, and then she spoke again. “I want to understand what happened, and I was hoping you'd know more than I do.”

“Well, you called at the right time. I'm about to leave the Stark Mansion. It shouldn't be too long before I'm home, so I'll let you know when I'm close.”

“Alright, sis. See you soon.”

“Yeah, see you.” Her friend hung up and the phone was set back in its place. She sighed and made her way to the front door of the large home, only stopping at the doorway to look back at the in-home transportation the man left through.

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