#idk i think there's just something about stark!ready x peter parker that just gets me going

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Brutal

Pairing: Avengers x Singer-Songwriter!Stark!Reader (platonic/family)

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: Swearing, no specific age is given for reader, but she's between 18 and 21. Probably bad writing, heavy dialogue, song lyrics… Idk if half of those are warnings, but that’s what I’ve got.

A/N: This isn’t going to be the best thing I’ve written by a long shot. This whole thing is just like a daydream I have sometimes and I was encouraged to just write it out because maybe that would help me unclog the writers block. Honestly, I’ve just been drained lately and I don’t have the energy to be creative, so I’m cranking this thing out in the hopes that it’ll spark something. I’d call this a crack fic but I don’t know if it’s unhinged enough to qualify.

Song Reference: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

As the daughter of Tony Stark, you had been in the spotlight your entire life. So when you announced that you would be releasing your debut album as a musician, the internet was hyped up immediately. You didn’t need to promote it at all, but you still released small clips on social media and dropped a single before the release of the album.

The Avengers are close to you, they’re your big found family… But when they asked to listen to the album before the official release, you still said no. Obviously, they continued to ask and even attempted to bribe you, but you were adamant that they would have to wait like everyone else.

Finally, the album dropped. To celebrate, everyone gathered in the common area while you set up a camera to record their reactions as you all listened. In the living room sat your father, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda. The “extended” team members like Peter Parker, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, and Dr. Strange were listening on their own and simply texting you their thoughts.

“Okay, guys. Get your snacks and stuff now because I’m not going to wait ten minutes in between songs for you to grab something,” Tony bosses, completely impatient.

You chuckle, “You do know that I’m controlling the music, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have Friday override the speakers if I have to.”

“Alright, are we ready yet? Yelena is already trying to text me about it and I don’t want spoilers,” Natasha complains from her spot on one of the couches, bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.” Once everyone is sat, you take your spot on a stool by the camera, “Okay, if you need me to pause or rewind, raise your hand or something. Or listen to it again later on your own. I’ll pause between songs so you can get your comments and questions out. Sound good?”

Sam waves his hand, “We got it, just play it already, we’re tired of waiting.”

“Patience, Samuel. Alright, the first song is called ‘Brutal’.” You press play on your phone, which is bluetooth connected to the speakers in the room.

The song opens with classical instrumental music, surprising the group. They’ve heard the clips released on your social media, and this doesn’t seem to fit at all.

I want it to be, like, messy.

Suddenly the music is louder and faster paced, taking on a more punk rock sound. Tony grins wide, “That’s my kid!”

I’m so insecure, I think

That I’ll die before I drink

And I’m so caught up in the news

Of who likes me, and who hates you

And I’m so tired that I might

Quit my job, start a new life

And they’d all be so disappointed

‘Cause who am I, if not exploited?

Reactions across the room are mixed. Bucky and Steve look a little thrown off, not used to this type of music. Tony looks prouder than ever. Pepper and Sam look proud, but you can tell they’re not sure what to think about the tone of it. Natasha and Clint have “I told you so” written all over their faces. Thor is enthusiastic and smiling wide. And Bruce and Wanda seem to be trying to dissect and analyze the lyrics as they listen.

And I’m so sick of seventeen

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

“Language,” slips from Steve before he can stop himself. “Also, you’re not seventeen anymore?”

“I wrote it a while ago and I decided to leave it like that. I wanted it to be truthful to where I was in my life when I wrote it.” The group nods as the song continues.

If someone tells me one more time

“Enjoy your youth,” I’m gonna cry

And I don’t stick up for myself

I’m anxious and nothing can help

And I wish I’d done this before

And I wish people liked me more

“Awe, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns. Everyone seems conflicted. Like they’re unsure whether they should be banging their heads or offering you hugs.

All I did was try my best

This the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)

They say these are the golden years

But I wish I could disappear

Ego crush is so severe

God, it’s brutal out here

You frown at how the mood was brought down by the lyrics. Quickly, you pause. “Guys, stop that. This is supposed to be a fun song.”

“It is fun, but you’re my daughter, of course I’m going to be concerned,” Tony pouts. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this stuff?”

“Because I didn’t feel like I needed to. I get these feelings out in therapy and in my songs, so it’s not like I’m bottling it in. I have some healthy coping mechanisms.”

Bruce takes the opportunity to speak up. “Some?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Bruce. You guys don’t need to know everything.” You chuckle to diffuse the tension, but resume the music before anyone can argue.

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I’m perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I’m a nervous wreck

‘Cause I love people I don’t like

And I hate every song I write

And I’m not cool and I’m not smart

And I can’t even parallel park

“Are we not your friends?” Thor pouts, genuinely sad.

“You guys don’t count. You’re family.” That answer seems to appease them, but they’re clearly still concerned. The chorus plays once more before the music starts to wind down.

Got a broken ego, broken heart

God, I don’t even know where to start

The song ends, so you pause before the next one automatically starts. “What did you guys think?” You wait nervously for their response. They mean a lot to you, so you want them to like your music.

“I loved it, but the lyrics are kinda sad when I think about them…” Pepper admits cautiously, not wanting you to think she didn’t like it.

You give her a nervous smile, “I’m gonna be honest. Some of the stuff on here is sad. Some of it is probably gonna upset you… I don’t tell you guys everything, and there are some things in here that you guys don’t know about. I’m sorry about that; but the last thing I want is for you guys to pity me or anything like that.” Chuckling, you attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m an angsty girl. In this album I get a little sad, a little angry, a little petty, but try not to get too heartbroken over it. Please?”

“No promises, kid. We’re your family. We’re absolutely going to get protective.” Sam grins, keeping his comment lighthearted, even though he means every word.

“Fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve raises his hand patiently, “Are all of the songs this… upbeat?” He asks, unsure of what to call the sound.

“No, some of them slow down. But some of them are more punk like this. I won’t give you a heart attack.” He laughs at your joke, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the next one,” Clint says, causing the others to nod. “Hit us with it!”

You laugh, pulling up your music app. “Okay, okay. Here we go…”

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By Day & Night, Part 2

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Pairing: Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide violence, trauma, and general angst (idk all the things, I’m sorry), slight swearing 

Summary is here: masterlist

When I woke up the next day, the last thing I wanted was an email from Oscorp, the company my dad worked for. I had already suffered through enough with them trying to keep me from pressing charges since it was a fire in their lab that killed him. Their equipment that “malfunctioned”, causing the explosion that somehow only hurt one person. You could say I was bitter but that would be an understatement. I hated Oscorp. They killed my father and barely batted an eye at losing the life on their staff, one of their most valuable assets. 

I hesitated opening the email, dreading what I was about to read but I was unprepared for what I found inside. 

Dear miss Stark, 

Oscorp would like to offer our condolences once again for the loss of your father. We apologize that we could not do more to prevent this, though, as we are sure you are aware, accidents happen. It has come to our attention that we are in possession of a personal item belonging to Tony Stark amidst the wreckage of the accident that seems to have survived. If you are interested, please let us know a time when you would be able to come pick it up or if you would prefer that we mail it to you. 

Regards, 

HR Team at Oscorp Industries

I really, really never wanted to step foot in that place again. I didn't want to be reminded of who I’d lost or that no one really cared but me. But if there was something of my father’s left, I should try and retrieve it, if for nothing more than to make sure that it doesn't get thrown out. 

So, much to my dismay, I packed my things for the day and sent back a return email. 

Oscorp, 

I'll be there later today to pick up my father’s things. Thank you. 

Regards, 

Y/N Stark

I hit the send button as I walked out the door, ready to start my freezing trek to my job a few blocks away at the library. As soon as the door opened I was immediately hit smack in the face with a freezing cold gust of wind that cut through my layers of clothes, chilling me to the bone. But, nonetheless, I continued on the routine path, willing myself to start my week again. 

…

How many times can one reshelf the same book before they lose their mind? Because I think I'm about there. By the end of my shift, I am dead on my feet from pushing the same cart of books around the massive library, running up and down stairs to somehow reshelf the exact same book more times than I could count; not to mention helping people find their books and having to plaster on a smile and wave a bright “Have a great day” to every person who checks something out. And I haven't even gotten to the worst part of my day yet. I still had to catch the subway to head over to Oscorp to get whatever of my father’s had survived the fire. 

On my subway ride over, for some reason I couldn't help but think back to my meeting with Peter. Probably because I was heading into the seventh layer of my personal hell and my meeting him was the one bright light in my life recently. I felt bad that he lost his girlfriend. I knew that pain all too well. Though I hope for his sake, it wasn't exactly the same loss I had. 

Because no one should have to go through that. Watching the person they love kill themselves because you decided to take a break. 

Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly the reason why but it was a big factor. I hadn't realized everything that was going on under the surface. All I knew was that I was starting to feel suffocated in the relationship and that we weren't seeing eye to eye on things anymore. All I asked for was some space. I just didn't expect that space to be a 70 story drop. 

I was only partially out of my own head when the subway came to a screeching halt, jerking me to the side, despite my apparent death grip on the pole. The automated voice mumbled through the speakers, alerting me that this was my stop. When the doors opened, it took me a second to detach myself from the pole to start walking toward the last place I thought I'd be visiting. The walk seemed to drone on forever, and yet, at the same time, it flew by. Suddenly, I was standing on the sidewalk, staring up at the sprawling tower that bisected the fog looming over the freezing city. 

Oscorp. 

Someone met me as I walked in the building but I quickly brushed them off. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I almost could’ve laughed. I used to love this place. My dad would bring me here to watch him work sometimes. It was where I finally understood my dad’s love for science. I might not have shared it but I could understand it. Watching him work and the lightbulbs that went off while he did; it was amazing. This place became like a giant playground. 

And now it was my own personal hell. Filled with reminders of all the happy times that I’d had here with dad. Except no one but me would remember them. Now all that was left of that was apparently some charred “affects” of my dad’s. And this place was just a cold, office building that I wanted to be done with as soon as possible. 

Though as I made my way down the winding staircase leading to the lab, I couldn't help but place myself back into the mind of my younger self. How I would sneak down here to “spy” on my dad while he worked. I might not have understood his love for science and technology but when I saw the way he worked… it was almost like I could. It made me feel closer to him. But of course, he always caught me. Or rather, his A.I. system did. It seemed to be ever evolving, always catching my presence earlier and earlier each time I went down there. And once it did, it was almost like a switch flipped. He went from scientist to dad in less than a second, giving me the biggest hug and tickling me until I couldn't breathe. He would ask me about my day and we would talk about whatever project he was working on. Then it would be time for homework and sometimes, he let me stay in the lab with him while he worked. Those were some of the best days. We didn't even say much, but hearing the sounds of my dad working, while I worked on my own. It was the kind of comfort I hadn't found hardly anywhere else. 

 I found myself smiling in spite of myself at the memory.  But it quickly faded when I reached the bottom of the stairs to find what was once my father’s engineering lab, reduced to rubble and ashes. I could hardly walk through the burnt debris covering the floor. The scent of smoke filled my nostrils, matching the scorch marks on the wall. The feeling that hit me almost brought me to my knees and it took almost everything I had to hold back the tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. 

Anthony Stark was always supposed to be the biggest name in technology; not some measly engineer for Oscorp. There was no way that this was what was left of everything he had worked for. It couldn't be. 

 Fighting through the wall of emotion threatening to take over, I tried to wade around the damage clouding the room. Something seemed…off. Not just that everything my father worked for had been destroyed but… looking around, something was different. I scanned the room around me. I was alone. But my gaze fell on the far wall. The scorch marks were different there. 

Why? 

As I got closer, I started to notice minute details that were different from the rest of the room. Not visible to the average eye but to someone who had been in this room more times than a classroom? Night and day. 

I knew that Oscorp had secrets. It was too big of a place not to. I'd heard stories and for a laboratory, they sure did have a lot of security. But could my dad really have been part of that? I couldn't ever remember him being threatening or looking scared about what he was doing when he came home. He was always just…tired. Like he had worked the whole day. Which he had. Though as I stared at the wall, I felt that childlike excitement rush through me. My dad loved to tell me stories of superheroes. He even came up with this group. The Avengers. A team that took down bad guys and aliens and anything that threatened our world. The only superhero I ever needed was him. But ever since then, I had wanted to go on a superhero mission. 

So I couldn't help the words under my breath as my hands searched the wall. “Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door.” My right hand sunk in. “Yay!” 

Suddenly the bricks in front of me started sliding apart and a hissing noise sounded. A blue light shined on my face as the fog cleared around a glass tube. And inside? 

Nothing. 

Well, not quite nothing. I realized upon closer inspection that it was actually a… necklace. On a skinny, waist high pedestal was a small, silver chain upon which hung a silver diamond with a blue stripe across it. It was beautiful. I couldn't resist putting my hand up to the glass, almost as if I could touch it. I gasped as the glass slid open. 

I wasn't planning on taking it, but I started to hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Whatever this was, my dad obviously didn't want anyone to know about it. I had no idea how these things closed so I grabbed the necklace off its pedestal and ran out across the room, praying that the door would close behind me before whoever was coming got here. I closed my eyes in relief when the bricks slid back together right as my dad’s old boss came down the stairs. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” He smiled as he saw me. “They told me you were stopping by but I thought I had missed you. How are you doing?” 

Shane Meyers. I painted on my regular, polite smile and said “I’m okay.” 

I had never liked my dad’s boss. He always thought so high of himself. He always belittled the people around him, especially my dad. In hindsight it was probably because my dad had a natural genius that was hard for other people to understand. But when I was a kid, it was hard to watch my dad be constantly brought down and shorted because of his boss. He’d try to hide it from me, but I always heard. 

“What are you doing down here? I had someone bring his things upstairs. No one should be down here, it is dangerous.” He held his hand out for me to take. 

I started forward but I didn't take his hand. He didn't seem to care and followed me up the stairs. He led me to a conference room on a higher level that I had rarely been in. Most of my time was spent on the ground floor or underneath it in my dad’s area, I had rarely come up to the corporate side of things. It was bright up here. Despite the fog, the entire perimeter of the building was made of glass which allowed the sun to shine in from the higher levels. 

 I felt out of place in my simple jeans and sweatshirt, everyone else here was in some kind of expensive suit, some with lab coats over the top of them. I hurried behind my dad’s old boss, following him into the room, where at the end of a long table was a closed box. 

“Would you like me to stay here with you while you go through it?” he asked. 

“No, thanks.” I moved briskly across the room to pick up the box. “I have something I have to get back to. I'll just take it with me.” When I turned to leave, he stepped in front of me. 

“Are you sure? You could stay here to go through it if you want. You don't need to race out of here.” 

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to stay but I wanted out of here as soon as possible. 

“I’m good. Thanks though.” I moved around him as quickly as I could. I was trying not to look behind me as I walked out of the room but I couldn't help it. And when I found Shane’s eyes still on me, I picked up my pace as I went down to the ground level. I nearly sprinted out the front doors. 

Somehow I forgot that I lived in New York. My panic had me checking over my shoulder, every couple of feet, so I didn't see the person I was headed straight towards. My head was facing the other way when I walked straight into something. I was knocked off balance, the box flew from my hands and I was spun around, falling backwards. I braced myself for the impact of the pavement and…it never came. 

It took a second for my body to register the arms wrapped around my waist and back and the heat pressing against my right side. I opened my eyes to see…

“Peter?” I asked. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

It took a second for those words to compute. “Y-yeah.” I stuttered. 

He slowly brought me upright. "You sure?" He asked. "You looked pretty worried." 

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks though." I went to detach myself from him now that I was steady on my own feet. 

He leaned down next to me. "You dropped this." He straightened and handed me the box that had somehow landed perfectly and stayed closed. 

"Thanks." God, why did I keep saying that? Yes, he was cute, but that didn't mean my brain had to completely shut off. 

And…now it was awkward. 

"So," I started, "how are you?" Really? That's the best you can come up with? 

He chucked slightly and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I'm good, I guess.” He paused before, “Where are you headed?” 

“Home.” I answered simply. 

“I’m sorry.” He seemed to genuinely mean it, though I didn't know what he was apologizing for. 

“For what? Keeping me from a concussion?” 

That I made him laugh pushed aside the embarrassment I felt at that statement. But then he gestured to the box in my hands, seemingly at a loss for words. It took a second for me to put two and two together. 

“Oh! I didn't get fired. I don't-didn't work there.” I looked down at the box. “This was my father’s. He was an engineer for Oscorp.” 

He seemed surprised at that. But then he got a look on his face that made me think that maybe this was not the best subject to bring up the second time you ever talk to a person. I was about to say something else; what I'm not sure, but he got a call. 

“I’m sorry but I gotta take this.” He held the phone up to his ear, but paused to say, “It was nice seeing you again, Y/n.” And then he was off down the street, talking to someone on the phone. 

“You too, Peter.” I said to his back. 

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" wow... you look... you look amazing. " for peter please? i love love love ur writing btw!

NOTE: This... ended up so embarrassingly long... i don't even know what the word count is, but i can bet it's a good 20%-30% longer than the average blurb.

WARNINGS: cursing, quirky🤪 mentions of drug use, implied making out (but can be perceived as sex, dear god please don’t perceive it as sex though), and some good ol’ fashion stark!ready x peter parker banter

They say, "never meet your heroes." Well, Peter wished he had adhered to that warning before he ended up here — a lanky, overdressed thumb towering high above the roof of the Avenger's Compound.

A semi-annual assembly of New York City's finest heroes that had little to do with their civic duties, and much to do with their inhibitions, and just how much alcohol it would take to release them — but there was one glaring problem.

Peter didn't drink.

He never saw the allure, especially when it came at such a high risk. He'd convinced himself that he refrained for the sake of Aunt May, the only remaining part of his family who put her life on the line to ensure his safety and overall well-being — the Spider-Man reveal already took some getting used to, he didn't need to add drunken night expenditures to her overnight fretting. Yet, when Flash's 'End of the Year' party had been raided by the police, a small part of him found joy in knowing he needn't fear the police or their breathalyzer test, even if he was deemed Pussy Parker for the remainder of that summer.

Even if he wanted to instill some liquid courage into himself, he hadn't the basic courage to let himself be vulnerable like that, in front of all the adults that made up the Avengers. Mr.Stark had already commented on his only suit, and how small he looked as it swamped his form, and the entire altercation made him wish the roof would just open up and swallow him whole.

Bullies, you'd call them.

There they were, New York's finest Defender's, huddled around the Mastrangelo like it couldn't put their entire life savings to shame, hosting a rousing game of beer pong upon its marble exterior. Your father was lucky your mother was still in Milan, tying up loose ends on a new line of bullshit you didn't concern yourself with. You just counted the days until she returned home, and you could soak up every ounce of her nurturing presence.

God, did you miss her.

It’s not like your father wasn’t just as nurturing, competitively so, to a point were you almost felt smothered — but you were too alike. In spaces where you both held too stubborn, your mother was there to mediate, and with ceaseless barrages of dry humor came her firm, unwavering severity, proving her love with candid remarks instead of jesting quips.

“Oh, free intern!” He dragged you from your nostalgic supercut with your endearing nickname, coaxing a fierce glare from your hues. “Run down to that place on 7th street and get some beer? And not that Miller Coor’s Bud bullshit, the upper echelon on Sigma Delta Nu delicacies.”

Jesus Christ.

You had caught glimpses of his argument with Steve, complaining about how stupid it would be to pour anything top shelf into a red solo cup — blasphemous really — but you didn’t expect him to do anything more than concede.

"Father of the year, everybody." You clapped just above your head, prompting the remaining company to join you. "I think you're forgetting that I'm not twenty-one."

"First and foremost, I know I am," Tony counters your triumphant grin with a sarcastic one. "Which is how I know that your fake ID says 21."

"Stark, it's fine. I can grab the beer," You thanked God and her impeccable timing once Steve interrupted, settling himself between the two of you with outstretched palms. "I could use the fresh air anyway."

You mimicked Steve's stance, cocking your brows toward your father. "See? Problem solved. Now leave me alone."

Losing interest in the company exponentially, you started to retreat, but groaned once your father's voice pierced the air again. "Nuh-uh-uh, Rogers. Why? So you can go to the nearest GNC and snort a container of protein powder? I don't think so."

You retreat to the furthest recesses of your mind as Tony and Steve bicker back and forth about honesty and friendly competition. Steve wouldn't know how to bump a rail if the U.S Army assembled a thorough, interactive training course on it, and his age quadrupled the life expectancy of most snow-packed socialites. Yet, on the other hand, you were shocked that your father even knew what a GNC was — ultimately, you were riled from your thoughts by an irksome realization.

"Are you fucking- Why can't old man Jenkins do it?" you gestured wildly toward the enhanced super soldier in question, blind to the obvious offense scrawled across his features. You seldom took your opulent lineage for granted, but when situations such as these presented themself, a selfish corner of your mind wondered what it would be like to have a run-of-the mill, cheesy-pun equipped, golf short wearing father. "You'd rather risk your daughter's own safety, and the sanctity of her criminal record, for a stupid game of beer pong?"

Natasha's incredulous laughter chimed between your incessant back and forth, spurred by the uncanny resemblance you and your father shared between every aspect imaginable — your dry wit just so happened to be in the spotlight.

"Yes," He didn't bother to meet your glare, already familiar with its scorching beam against the side of his face "Yes I would."

Hues practically rolled into the back of your skull, exaggerating your every move to a thespian level to make it clear, to even the boniest of heads, that you didn't take pleasure in this task. You were so excited to finally unwind at this event — slam down the sugary mocktail your Uncle Thor always "forgot" to order virgin, dangle your feet over the shallow end of the pool, maybe even shoot a few low jests at Bucky if there wasn't a carnal gleam in his eyes.

Your thrilling plans were now put on hold just to support your father's mid-life crisis.

"I know, I know." He tried to repeat the name of the wine stop n’ shop, only for you to wave him off. He wasn’t wrong — you had been abusing your fake ID in that very stop n’ shop for years, though you’ve recently come to the conclusion that the cashier was far more interested in your chest than your credentials. "If I get arrested, I'm bring you down with me. I'll tell Business Insider that FRIDAY's just one, big elaborate ruse for the underground Fake ID business you have on the side. They'll eat it up like-"

"Love you, honey! I'll venmo you!" He butt in, sending you off with a wave of his fingers.

You flipped him off, shouting an earnest 'I love you' in return. There was no denying that you loved each other, some would even argue that he loved you more than he loved himself — you just chose to show it in your own, eccentric way.

Mere seconds into your newfound task, you stopped dead in your tracks. You could make out that bed of chestnut locks anywhere.

"Parker?" Swiftly surveying his frumpy attire, you struggled to stifle the upward tilt of your lips. Even as he stood uncomfortably before you, visibly seconds away from crawling out of his own skin, he still managed to be the sweet, endearing Peter you knew and loved. "God, I didn't even realize that was you."

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you caught one fleeting glimpse of him at the very beginning of the festivities and thought he was a part of the catering company, nor did you feel a need to disclose the snide remark you whispered into your father's ear about the miserable staff. There was no sense in kicking a dead horse while it was already down.

His gaze weighed heavy against your frame, though, bolstered by an overwhelming intensity that forced you to wonder if he could read your mind. Though, if you could tap into his thoughts, you'd be shocked to find a reflection of your own — bewilderment, adoration, the tell-tale signs of a burgeoning crush, and the myriad of excuses that disputed them.

He could only manage to stumble over his words, complimenting you with sentiments that could never amount to the emotions welling in his chest. "Wow... you look... you look amazing."

And you couldn't argue, not with the way you were pampered hours prior. Mercier had smothered your hair in this honey-infused serum that made your curls bounce to life with each step, and the custom Jacquemus silhouette you were sporting hugged every ample curve enticingly so. You felt like a million bucks, and you probably cost that much give or take, so why deny it?

Peter, on the other hand — Well, he was very lucky that he was so cute, and his jawline could probably cut Vision's infinity stone straight out of his skull. It almost made up for the tragic shape of his suit, and just how tragically out of place it was at this event.

"You look, um-" Softness tugged at the corner of your eyes as they crinkled dotingly. "You look very cute."

"That was a very convincing half-truth." He chuckled, a subtle pink hue blooming over the valleys of his cheeks."

"Oh, so a part of you knows you're cute." You teased, enjoying the way the pink hue grew deeper.

"Oh! Oh, no... No, I mean, kind of? On the scale of confident perspectives, I think-uh-cute... Cute is on the lower end? And you know what? My Aunt May-"

"Peter, you wanna get out of here?" You interrupted him, hoping to save him from all the words he had yet to stumble over. "And then immediately come back?"

"Yeah," He vigorously nodded his head, despite being equally as confused. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Come," You offered your hand, a small gesture the two of you have woven into your complicated relationship. 

You'd tend to straddle a very thin line between friendship and something more, reaping all the warm, tentative affections of newfound lovers without explicitly considering yourselves so. The both of you, for as brilliant as your merits show, continued to convince yourselves that the hand holding, the comfortable silences, the mornings plastered against each other's sides, were simply happenstance. Despite the increasing willingness of each encounter, you'd only ever chalk it up to chance. So when you offered your hand out to him, he took it in stride — because the two of you would indulge in every ounce of attention you could get your hands on, at least until one of you inevitably came to your senses and found someone worth your time.

Your fingers were firmly intertwined as you led him to the roof’s exit, tugging him down the staircase and through the vacant halls of the top floor just in time to catch the elevator. You found no reason to keep his hand hostage once you were inside, so you begrudgingly retracted yours. You swore you could hear a pitiful huff come from his side of the elevator, but you chalked it up to wishful thinking. 

Now it was just you and Peter, left to your own devices, and roughly ninety-two floors away from your destination. Just enough time to do what you were aching to do.

“Peter,” You murmured, and his gaze flickered to your own without a moment of hesitation, drenched in a hopeful haze you failed to decipher.

“Y/N?” He echoed, tilting his body toward your own.

“You look...” You paused, unsure of which word accurately portrayed your thoughts. ”insane.”

“I know.” He whined. You tried to stifle the giggle that bubbled at his hopeless demeanor, brows furrowed together as he squeezed his eyes shut, shoulders slumped impossible low.

“It’s a good thing you have such a charitable friend.” And you made light work of his suit jacket, the air suddenly rapt with a thick air of electricity as you worked the offending article off his shoulders, haphazardly tossing it on the ground. Protests formed on the tip of his tongue, but he opted to swallow them in return for your help, going slack when you ran your fingers through his meticulously gelled hair.

Though he embodied the vision of a suave, debonair socialite alarmingly well, with his carefully quaffed locks, nothing suited him as well as the pillowy, fawn tendrils that made up his soft curls. You needed them back, needed a reminder of your sweet, darling boy, and patience was never your strong suit. 

You wondered if he was in need of the same reminder, seeing as he’d let you manhandle him without so much as a hum of discontent.

All done. Only a few revisions, and he was a completely different boy. Clad in a crisp, white shirt, sans its horrifying grey counterpart, you rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and unbuttoned the top three discs. The fabric was taut against his impressive set of muscles, leaving little to the imagination with each sweeping roll of his arms. You’d pat yourself on the back, but you were too busy drooling all over your work.

“Is- Is this good?” He broke the silence with a tentative query, peering back at you through his lashes.

"Yeah,” You voice came out strangled at best, distracted by the flurry of butterflies ravaging your stomach. There was something about this moment — maybe it was the glint of tenderness ridding his gaze, or your tight proximity, or maybe it was fate, finally persuading you to topple over that dangerous line — but regardless, you decided it was now or never. “but there's still something missing," 

“My jacket?” He breathlessly queried. His eyes frantically searched your face, like he couldn’t settle on just one feature to admire.

“No, no...” You breathed back, cautiously inching closer, until there was only a sliver of space separating your chests. "You need to loosen up, Parker."

“And what- What do you suggest I do?” His gaze flickered down to your lips shamelessly, and returned just as quickly. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“I’ve trusted you this far.”

“Good,” You sighed, your breath fanning over his lips before you greedily chased its warmth, kissing him with such feather-light pressure, it almost felt like a dream — a thrilling, delicate dream. You had to tear yourself from his lips before you delved even deeper, hoping to find a mirror image of your relief, your satisfaction, in his own features. However, before your eyes even fluttered open, his palms swept under the curve of your jaw, and coaxed your mouth back to his, instantly qualming any of your fears as you both melted into the exchange. He tasted of spearmint, and cherries, and something so intoxicatingly him that you could barely restrain yourself.

You wanted him, God, did you want him, and for the first time, someone wanted you just as much, without an ounce of greed to it — He wanted you for you.

The remaining seconds of the elevator ride were filled with fervent kisses, and wandering hands, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck while his bunched the silky fabric of your dress. It was all smitten, indulgent brushes of your lips until the elevator dinged, and the doors opened up to reveal the fashionably late, dynamic duo —Sam Wilson and James Buchanan Barnes.

Their expressions were nothing short of priceless, one complexion green while the other ran pale at the sight of your interwoven limbs. You tried to open your mouth before they could comment, but you were far too late, buried in a booming wall of—

"This is a public space! You are defiling a public space!"

"I can't do this— I'm gonna take the stairs."

Their voices weaved into a messy, irritated harmony of disbelief, managing to still complement each other despite their varying levels of urgency.

An idea, a selfish, evil idea, popped into your head, and you enacted it before you could even unravel yourself from Peter’s hold.

"You just reminded me, I was about to text you! My dad needs a couple cases of Yuengling.” You gestured for Peter to press on the “Open Door” button, and by the time he started clicking the prompt, you’d already fetched your wallet, fishing your card out for Sam. “They probably have some at the corner store, but he’ll throw up if he finds out he was drinking alcohol from the corner store, so you’re gonna have to walk down to that market on Seventh.” You could feel Peter’s perplexed gaze gnaw at your shoulder, but you persisted in your impish pursuits, shoving the AmEx into his hand. 

“Chop chop, lover boys!” You hastily snapped your fingers in his direction, and yelled just loud enough to make sure Bucky accompanied him, parsing their punishment out evenly. 

Served them right, encroaching on such a perfect moment. 

Bucky’s groan echoed through the stairwell, followed by a childish stomp of combat boots, and you were pleased enough to shoo Peter’s hand away, pressing the “Close Door” button.

Sometimes it was nice being Tony Stark’s daughter — less backtalk from the sovereign throne of comebackdom.

“I thought you said we were getting out of here.” His brows were pinched together, the most adorable little frown forming between them.

“Oh, we most certainly are,” You replied, pressing the button for your floor. You could tell that the pieces weren’t clicking all the way, and you proceeded to spell it out for him, dropping a chaste kiss to the spot just below his ear. “We’re gonna go to my room. And then we’re gonna go right back to the party when we’re done.”

“When we’re done?” He mused, voice wavering beneath the soft caress of your lips, scattering even more tentative kisses down the column of his neck.

“When we’re done.” You parroted back, meeting his downward gaze through your lashes.”I think you still have some loosening up to do.”

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Silence (Part 1/Prologue)

Peter Parker x stark!reader

Summary: You and Peter have been best friends ever since he stepped foot into the avengers compound. After a year of being friends you realize you’ve developed a crush on him, but he doesn’t feel the same way... at least, you don’t think he does.

A/N: This is my first ever post so idk how many people will see it but if you do feel free to send in any requests for Tom Holland or any of his characters and tell me if you like this story - part 2 coming soon!

Warnings: language, awkwardness, a little bit of fluff

italics mean flashbacks

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Today was a special day. Well, to you that is. To everyone else, it was just a normal Saturday. But to you, and hopefully to Peter too, it was special.

Today marks one year of you and Peter first meeting. One year since he walked through the glass elevator doors of the Avengers Compound. One year since you met your best friend. You remember it like it was yesterday.

Waking you up from a deep sleep, you hear a loud knock on your door, one you recognized only to be your dad’s.

He opens the door and peeks his head in.

“Hey, get up and come into the living room. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Barely awake, you respond, “No, let me sleep. It’s too early for this shit.”

“Watch your language young lady! Now get your ass out of bed and be out in ten minutes.”

He walks away, not even bothering to close the door.

You groan into your pillow and proceed to throw it across the room as you reluctantly get out of bed.

Lately you’ve been fed up with everyone in the compound, and you’re taking out all your anger on them. But what else are you supposed to do? Everyone treats you like a kid, but they still expect you to act like an adult. They don’t let you go on missions, but they still make you train. They don’t let you go to actual school, but they make you study twice as hard. Everyone is just so hard on you, especially your dad, and you’re fucking done with it.

You walk into the bathroom and pull your hair up into a quick ponytail, not bothering to brush your mess of hair. Hastily, you brush your teeth and splash some water on your face in an attempt to make yourself look somewhat alive, but the dark circles are still extremely noticeable. You walk back into your bedroom and think about changing out of your hoodie and shorts, but you decide against it. You look halfway decent, and whoever it is that your dad wants you to meet certainly can’t be so important that you have to change into something nice.

After a quick look in the mirror, you slowly make your way into the living room, dreading the coming interaction with another one of your dad’s boring co-workers.

However, when you look up and see a teenage boy sitting next to your dad on the sofa, your mood changes.

Your dad stands up and turns to you, gesturing at the boy.

“Y/N, this is Peter Parker, Spiderman, whatever you want to call him. He’s the newest addition to the team, and he’s moving into the compound in a few days. He’s the same age as you, so I thought you should show him around. So be nice.”

Peter blushes and smiles, giving you a small wave.

Suddenly you regret not changing.

He’s cute. So fucking cute. He has fluffy brown hair, brown puppy dog eyes, the cutest smile, and he’s your age. Your age. Everything about him is perfect.

Realizing that you have been staring for probably a little to long, you speak up.

“Um, hi Peter, I’m Y/N. Uh, it’s- it’s nice to have you here. Sorry I look like shit.”

“Oh, um, thanks.” Peter responds, just as awkwardly as you.

“You don’t look like shit by the way,” he adds, “you look pretty.”

You smile, about to say thank you when your dad interrupts.

“Well, that was really fucking awkward, but I think you two are going to get along just fine. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it then, see ya around.”

He winks at you as he leaves to go to his lab, and you roll your eyes in return, mentally hitting yourself at how embarrassing this whole interaction has been so far.

You turn to Peter, “So, uh, why don’t I show you around and you can meet everyone.”

“Sounds good to me!” he smiles.

You start in the kitchen and show him around the compound: the movie room, the game room, the pool, the sun room, the training room, the labs, and the bedrooms, introducing him to all of the Avengers along the way. Finally, you stop at the largest spare bedroom, which happens to be right across from yours.

“This is probably gonna be your room. No one really uses it right now but since it’s the biggest one I thought you might want it.”

“Oh, um, thanks, but even the smallest room here is like ten times bigger than my room, so I’d be happy with anything. But since it’s across from you, I’ll take it.”

You blush, not sure if he’s flirting with you or just trying to be nice. Either way, it’s not helping your already developing crush on him.

“So, um, that’s the tour I guess. What do you want to do now?” you ask, hoping he doesn’t want to leave so you can spend more time with him.

“Well Happy isn’t taking me back home until three, so we still have a few hours to do whatever. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Do you just want to hang out in my room? Maybe watch a movie?”

“Sure! Sounds great!”

The two of you walk across the hall to your room and you open the door, regretting again your poor choice to not clean up this morning. Your bed was a mess, your clothes were strewn everywhere, and your desk was piled high with papers and books.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, my room is such a mess.” you exclaim, rushing to push your clothes in the corner and hastily pull your covers up in a sad attempt to make the bed.

Peter smiles and laughs, “Don’t worry, if you think this is messy, you should see my room. This is nothing.”

You laugh as well, sitting down on your bed and grabbing the TV remote. You pat your bed, motioning for Peter to sit down next to you.

“Y- you want me to sit next to you? Like on your bed?” he asks, clearly shocked.

“Oh, um, yeah. But only if you want. You can sit on the beanbag chair over there instead, I guess. I just thought the bed would be more comfortable. And you would be able to see the TV better.”

“Oh, um, ok. That’s fine.”

He makes his way over to your bed and sits next to you, and you silently turn on the TV, starting to overthink everything.

There was a boy. On. Your. Bed. You weren’t doing anything, but still. You suddenly realized how little interaction you’ve had with people your age. Even girls. You didn’t go to school, so you only hung out with the Avengers. The closest person to your age was Wanda, and even she was a lot older than you.

‘Am I being too forward?’ you started to think to yourself. ‘Should I have not asked him to sit on my bed? What is he thinking right now? Oh my god, this is so bad. He probably thinks I’m so weird. He probably hates me. Fuck.’

When you see him looking in your direction, you decide to stuff the thoughts in the back of your head and try to act as normal as possible.

“So, what should we watch?” you ask.

“Um, do you, uh... do you like Star Wars?”

“Are you kidding me? I LOVE Star Wars!” you exclaim, the tension and awkwardness easing slightly.

“Really? My favorite is A New Hope.”

“No shit! Mine too!”

“Then A New Hope it is I guess!”

You turn on the movie, smiling, and you notice that he scoots a little closer to you, seemingly more comfortable.

A few minutes into the movie, Peter breaks the silence between you two and asks, “So what’s it like living with the Avengers?”

“Oh,” you look away from the TV, “it’s cool I guess. But after a while it’s gotten pretty boring. And really frustrating.”

“Frustrating? Why?”

“It’s just, well, they treat me like a kid all the time. And before you say it, yes, I know I am a kid, but it’s still annoying. There’s no one here even close to my age, I mean fuck, Thor’s like 1500 years old. And none of them know how to talk to me. They act like I’m a toddler even though I’m literally sixteen and they never let me go on missions with them, because they don’t think I’m ready even though I’ve been training since I was like ten – “

You cut yourself off, realizing you’ve been ranting for probably a little too long.

“Sorry about that,” you mumble. “It’s just that I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about this.”

“No! Don’t be sorry. That fucking sucks. Not gonna lie, you’re kinda making me regret moving here if that’s how everyone’s gonna treat me,” he laughs.

“They’re not gonna treat you like that.”

“Why wouldn’t they? I’m the same age as you.”

“Because. You’re a fucking superhero. They don’t give a fuck about your age if you can climb walls and shoot spider webs out of your hands.”

“Well, even if they don’t treat me like a kid then I’ll still back you up.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and smiles. You blush and smile back.

“Thanks”

“Of course.”

He scoots even closer to you so that your shoulders are barely touching. If this had happened five minutes earlier, you would be freaking out. But now, something is different. You aren’t sure what, but you suddenly feel more calm and comfortable with him around.

You finish the rest of the movie in silence, and you realize you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You were scared he would push your head away, but he didn’t care.

“You awake?” he asks.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I just didn’t get much sleep last night and my dad woke me up early, well, to meet you.”

He smiles down at you, and suddenly your dad bursts through the door. You scramble to sit up, lifting your head off Peter’s shoulder.

“Hey kid, Happy’s here to – oh?” He stares at the two of you sitting next to each other in your bed, both blushing. “Jesus, you’ve only just met and you already slept together? At least tell me you used protection.”

“DAD, OH MY GOD, NO!” you exclaim, blushing even harder now.

“Mr. Stark, I promise. We- we were just watching a movie. Nothing happened!” Peter assures him.

“Sure, sure,” your dad winks at the two of you.

“Dad, seriously. Nothing happened!” you groan in frustration.

“Whatever. Anyways, Happy’s here to take you back to Queens Pete. Be down in five.” He leaves the room.

“God, that was fucking embarrassing,” Peter laughs getting up from the bed.

“That’s my dad for you.”

You both walk to the door, and before you leave the room, you give him a small hug.

“I’m glad you’re moving in, Peter.”

“Me too,” he smiles, “Friends?”

“Definitely.”

You smile thinking back on the memory. After that day, you and Peter have spent almost every hour of every day together. You’re rarely ever apart, even at night. You sleep with him in his bed, and he sleeps with you in yours. The rest of the team bugs the two of you to get together, but you both agree that you are just friends.  Best friends cuddle with each other and kiss each other’s foreheads and play with each other’s hair, right?

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #tom holland #peter parker x reader #marvel #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut

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Existence in Real Time

Prologue

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

A/N: This is just and idea I had and honestly I’m feeling pretty insecure about the premise so I really hope you’ll give me some feedback and let me know what you think and what you’d like to see out of this series. Idk, I really like this idea but idk if other people will so I just really hope you do! Love you guys so much! Since this is my first like long series I’ll do a tag list for is, just let me know if you wanna be added. 

Summary: Peter’s whole life has been spent in a lab, taking part in exstensive training and biological expirments to make him super human. Escape seemed impossible, until today.

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Peter’s life had always been controlled. He wasn’t allowed to watch tv, or movies, or read any books not approved by the scientists he preferred to call his handlers. Everything was done under strict supervision, training they always told him, getting him ready to be put to use. Now all of this wasn’t to say he was naive to the outside world, Peter was well educated on how the world worked, if only for the sake of blending in. He just hadn’t experienced the outside world first hand, and though he was sure he was ready for it, his handlers were not. Peter was defiant, apparently much more so than their other experiments, though he couldn’t say for himself, he’d never been allowed to meet the others.

The handlers were always cold, sterile almost, they never wanted to hold conversations or get to know Peter. It made his life very lonely, which he coped with in his books. He read as much as he could, granted it was one of the three time passing activities he was allowed, but it was still his favorite. He liked sci-fi the best in general, especially stories about space exploration, it made for a great escape from the small facility he lived in; however, love stories were his true favorite. He had never had anyone close to him, anyone he could talk to or joke with, there was only the cold, sterile handlers.

The idea of love fascinated him. Someone he could tell everything to, someone who would listen and care about him, not just his abilities, it seemed impossible almost. The idea of a hug or a kiss or any sort of affectionate physical touch seemed so far out of reach he wasn’t even sure it actually existed. It didn’t matter really, it was the dream, the goal, that he needed. He wanted people to love, friends and family and a pretty girl that made his heart race, and he wanted them to love him back. It was an idea he always held on to, sometimes he thought it was the reason for his defiance. Maybe the others had given up, maybe they had accepted their fate at the hands of handlers, but he had not, and he would not. He knew he could get out if he just held out long enough, it was just a matter of patience, and Peter was incredibly patient.

“We need Peter back in his room, it’s urgent,” one of the armed guards Peter had never learned the name of burst into the study area looking rather distressed.

Penelope, a rather cruel one of the handlers, who wasn’t too keen on interruptions during her chemistry lessons, raised a brow at him, “Why?”

“We’ve had an S level security breach, all non security personnel are being put under lockdown,” he spoke more sternly this time, apparently more confident when repeating orders.

She pursed her lips before turning her sharp gaze to Peter, “Room, now.”

He sighed as he stood, “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

The security guard stayed one pace behind Peter the whole way back, quickly locking his door and trapping him there. Peter sighed, picking up his latest book before taking a seat on his bed. Usually a security threat meant some kind of storm. He wasn’t sure exactly where the lab was, but it was always snowy wherever they were, and blizzards were frequent. Code S was something he’d never heard before though, he assumed it stood for seriously stormy and meant he’d be trapped in his room for a while.

That was until he heard gunfire. A lot of gunfire.

He leapt from his bed, pressing an impatient ear to the door, trying to make out if anyone was nearby. There was nothing for a moment, then louder and louder and louder and something that didn’t sound like a gun, it was more electronic, some kind of laser if he had to guess. The sounds grew louder and louder, finally coming to a climax when the large door he’d been leaning on slid open, revealing nothing but an empty hallway. Peter was skeptical, peering down each side of the hallway suspiciously before exiting his room. The thought of escape struck him, maybe, just maybe, during all this commotion he could slip away without anyone noticing.

So he bolted, and made it only to the edge of the hallway before running into a large red and gold robot man. Recognition set in almost instantly and Peter quickly raised his hands in surrender.

“I-I don’t want to fight!” he bit the inside of his cheek nervously, “I just want to get out of here. I-I promise if you just let me go you’ll never see me again!”

Tony squinted behind his mask, speaking quietly to the rest of the team, “Guys I think I found one of them, I’m gonna go offline for a minute,” he removed his mask, raising his own hands to seem as unthreatening as he could, “My name’s Tony, I’m here to help. Can you tell me your name?”

“Peter.”

“Okay Peter, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve always been here,” Peter was nervous sure, but Tony didn’t feel threatening so Peter didn’t run, though he was fairly sure he could take him. Superheroes help people right?

“And you want to leave?”

Peter nodded.

“Okay, then you can leave, but I can’t just let you walk out of here alone. They’ll send people after you, but if you come with me I can help you, I promise.”

Peter was hesitant, but he’d read about Tony Stark. Tony Stark was a hero, he saved lives, and whether he liked or not Peter was in need of saving. “You’ll get me out of here?”

Tony nodded, “I know they’ve been experimenting on people here, that’s why we’re here, we just want to help. You can trust me.”

Peter took a deep breath before settling on his answer, “Okay, I trust you.”

next chapter

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Fandom Fic Rec Days!

Day 2

(If you don’t know what this is, check out this post!)

I’m grouping my recs based on fandom, and this rec list is all Marvel fanfics! This list includes X-Men, AUs, and canon divergence, with a multitude of pairings.

(These are listed in no particular order. Fics rated explicit are labeled with ***. Authors are tagged where possible. If you’re an author on this list and would like to be removed, please let me know!

And as always: read tags, and don’t like, don’t read!)

1) Bend Around the Wind by @scyllaya***

And the podfic of this by @aerie11e

Main Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki

A double rec! This massive fic comes in at over 400k (and 44 hours)! It has the found family trope (of course), and is a slow build / enemies to friends to lovers fic. And gooood the build-up to romantic feelings is so good!!! It also has the spice of space pirates and moral ambiguity, and some fantastic alien OCs. And the podfic is so wonderful to listen to, aerie11e’s voice is soothing and enjoyable. It’s definitely a fave to listen to while relaxing. Scyllaya also breathes life into the wider Marvel universe that makes it really feel as vast and interconnected as it is in comics/movies. If you’re into enemies to lovers, space adventure, and found family, I highly recommend this one! A very fun read.

2) More than Genetics by Llwyden ferch Gyfrinach (Llwyden)***

Main Pairing: Logan/Kurt Wagner

Ugh, love this fic. Kurt (aka Nightcrawler) is probably my fave X-man, and I really loved how he was depicted in this. His struggle with being a very obviously mutant person--and how he’s been targeted with violence because of it--was really well done, and his journey of healing was lovely. And Logan! Gruff but caring, love to see it. Also loved to see him struggle with his own issues of memory loss and discomfort with building connections with other people. Overall, a great read!

3) Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)***

Main Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

I gotta be honest--this fic made me cry. Like, a lot. It’s one of those fics that draws you in and then emotionally wrecks you and THEN gives you the ending you want. If you like realistic, but ultimately hopeful, depictions of two adults with baggage and flaws who learn to build a relationship together, then this is 100% the fic for you. The depiction of PTSD is so real here, and you really see and feel the character growth, the suffering, the healing--all of it. The love really jumps out in this fic, and it’s just so, so beautiful. I cannot recommend this fic enough, it destroyed me in the best way possible AND gave me a happy ending. What more can you ask for?

4) i’m ready to die holding your hand by @fingerprintbruises***

Main Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

It’s been 2 months since I read this fic and I cannot stop thinking about it. Zombie AUs are something that I always seek out, but rarely find versions of that I really, really love. This one, though, is definitely one I ended up adoring. The suspense and danger are palpable, and the emotions between characters even more so. I loved how I could really feel the bonds between the characters--and the growing bond between Bucky and Steve throughout the fic. There is, of course, plenty of angst--a staple for many zombie stories--but the journey is so worth it. I really loved this and cannot recommend enough!!!

5) Always Glad You Came by @captainkirkk

Main Pairing: Peter Parker/Johnny Storm

This is just a really fun read of two superhero teens crushing on each other and then dating--and the misunderstanding of Spider-Man’s alias (the “Man” in his title doesn’t mean Peter is actually an adult lol). Johnny’s crush on Peter is super cute, and the Fantastic Four’s protective streak with him is sweet (even though you feel bad for poor Peter). This is just overall a wholesome read, and I loved it.

6) Winterheart by orphan_account***

Main Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki

Idk about y’all, but there’s nothing like a Beauty and the Beast AU. I loved the concept of Loki receiving a more ~magical~ punishment for his wrongs in the first Thor movie, and Tony and Loki’s relationship had such a nice build-up--and the ending!!! So good. I also loved getting so much of Natasha and Clint in this fic, especially Clint--he really was “grew up in the circus”, kinda silly, bit of a disaster Clint Barton (rather than whatever the fuck MCU Clint was). 

7) I’ll Tell No Lies by doctorestranged***

Main Pairing: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Dead Men Walking series

Goooood this fic (and series)... so good. It’s a case fic series with identity porn (and actual porn lmao), and a really interesting relationship between Peter and Wade. This is another age gap fic with a 20yo Peter and a 30-something Wade, and the fic plays around with that a fair amount. When I was reading this series, I seriously couldn’t put it down, it really draws you in. I recommend it a lot!

8) What All This Time Was For by @theladyragnell

Main Pairing: Franklin “Foggy” Nelson/Matt Murdock

Aaah, a classic. I love the “bringing my boyfriend to my high school reunion and blowing my old classmates minds” trope and then it goes and combines it with the other fantastic Fake Dating trope!!! So much fun. And the sharing a hotel room!! All the tropes, it’s such a good time. Definitely recommend for a fun, get-together fic!!

#ficrecdays #avengers #spider-man homecoming #deadpool #daredevil #x-men #the fantastic four #spideypool #stucky #stony #spideytorch #foggy nelson x matt murdock #frostiron #logan x kurt wagner

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Secrets

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: @cherrykarts Could I get a Peter Parker x shy reader where Pete breaks things off bc he doesn’t want to see her hurt, but when he goes to the avengers tower it turns out she’s an avenger and she’s crying and stuff with Wanda and fluffy happy end? Idk

Word count: 2,400

Summary: After breaking up with Peter, you go to Wanda for comfort. When Peter shows up at the Compound unexpectedly, it turns out you both have secrets to share.

Warnings: Mild angst, light swearing, Peter being an absolute dork :)

A/N: This is a fic from my old blog Purpleocity. All future fics will be posted here at bwemph :)

“I just…I don’t think this is going to work.”

Your heart dropped, tears already threatening to spill over. Your brows furrowed. Why was Peter being like this? You two had been together for six months now. What changed? Everything was fine until just recently. He got that “Stark Internship” and he started acting all strange, now he’s breaking up with you out of nowhere? It just didn’t make sense.

“Peter, what do you mean ‘this isn’t going to work’?” Your voice shook a little as your crossed your arms. You leaned back against his wall, sinking a little further into his mattress. Your thoughts raced back through everything you could have done wrong, but it was all little stuff. Things that shouldn’t have mattered. You thought everything was going fine between the two of you.

“It’s just…It’s really complicated.” He reached out to you in order to take your hand, but you pulled it away, your vision blurring with tears. You bit your lip to keep back the sob that hitched your breath.

You shook your head. “’It’s complicated’? What’s gotten into you?” You asked as you stood up. He stood to meet you. “You’ve been acting so weird lately. You’re always disappearing. And you’ve been at least ten minutes late to almost every single one of our dates in the last month!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “Just the other day I came over after school like you asked me to and you weren’t even here. Aunt May said she didn’t know where you were either. What, is there someone else? Are you…” You faltered a little, your heart dropping even further. You didn’t even want to say it for fear of the answer being yes, “…are you cheating on me?”

“Y/n, please just let me explain.” He took your hand again. You shirked away as he tried to hug you. You turned away, watching his reflection in the mirror with stone cold eyes. Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down.

Tony Stark: We’ve got a situation. Get here as soon as you can.

You cursed under your breath, looking back up at Peter. “I have to go.” You pushed past him.

“Wha- Y/n, please,” he practically begged, reluctantly letting go of your hand as you crossed the room to open his door. “Don’t go.”

“I gotta. I’ll–I’ll see you at school.”

You closed his door behind yourself a little harder than you’d intended, lowering your head as you made for the apartment door.

“You’re not staying for dinner?” May asked as she looked up from a mixing bowl. “I’m making your favorite cookies for desert.” She nodded toward the cookies in the oven. They almost tempted you.

You sniffed, quickly drying a few rebellious tears before turning to her. “I, uh, I have to be somewhere. Thanks, though. Maybe another time.” You mustered a smile and picked up your backpack, slipping your shoes on.

“Is everything okay?”

You sighed. “Probably not, but don’t worry about it. It’ll be alright. See ya, May.” With a wave, you left before she could further question you. You made for the Compound as quick as you could, though you had some down time in the back of the car before you got there. You allowed a few silent tears to fall, holding back the real deal for later as not to make things awkward for the chauffeur. You scrolled through your pictures on your phone, still unable to wrap your head around the situation. You half hoped this was maybe just a bad dream. You dried with your hoodie sleeve another tear that dropped onto your phone screen.

When you arrived, Tony was already standing outside to meet you. He walked you inside. “Well, I needed you in the moment,” he explained, “but we got it handled before you showed up.”

You shrugged one shoulder, putting a hand in your pocket. “Sorry. I got here as quick as I could.”

He clapped you on the back for reassurance. “Don’t worry about it, kid.” He paused, removing his glasses and moving to stand in front of you. “You okay?” His hand remained on your shoulder.

You forgot you’d worn mascara that day, which was probably smeared and streaking your face at this point. You sighed, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just boy trouble.”

Tony gave a sympathetic look. “Boys are literally the scum of the earth.” He took a moment to snarl at the thought of whoever had hurt you. “Whoever he is, he’s a douchebag. Let me know if I have to hit him.”

You laughed softly. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.” He winked in response. You sniffled again. “Is Wanda here?”

Tony nodded. “Up in her room.”

You wasted no time as you hurried up to her room.You weren’t sure how much longer any more tears could remain unshed.

You hovered in her doorway, making sure she was alone. She sat on her bed, plucking her guitar. She hummed a soft melody and took notes on whatever little riff she just made up. Her eyes lit up when she looked up and saw you. She set the guitar back in its stand and ran to hug you.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” She pulled away and her smile vanished in an instant. “What’s wrong?” She touched your arm in an attempt to comfort whatever was bothering you.

“Do you have any makeup remover?” you asked, breathing a laugh as you assumed you were a mess. You glanced down at your phone when it vibrated, but you ignored it.

“Yeah, yeah, come here.” She led you to the bathroom and handed you a container of makeup wipes. You looked in the mirror, somewhat amused despite your broken heart. You started with your eyes. “What happened?” Wanda asked, hovering close to your side.

You removed the makeup from your other eye before answering. “Peter broke up with me.” You choked up, biting your lips. You didn’t want to cry again. He’s just a stupid boy. Why did it matter?

He wasn’t just a stupid boy, that’s why it mattered; this was Peter.

Wanda gasped, pulling you into a hug as your tears started flowing again. “Why? What happened?”

You hid your face, your voice muffled by her red sweater, which was now gaining dark splotched from yourr tears. “I think he was cheating on me.”

She gave a hum of disapproval, leading you to sit down on her bed. You proceeded to explain everything that pointed toward his disloyalty: his weird absences, being late or sometimes not showing up at all to dates or when you were supposed to hang out, and how weird he’d act when you asked where he was. You shouldn’t have let it go so easily. You knew something was up and shouldn’t have ignored it. She listened to you vent for the next while, comforting you where she saw fit.

- - -

“Peter, dinner is ready,” May called softly as she poked her head into Peter’s room. He looked up from his phone, sending you numerous text messages. You didn’t reply to any of them. “Is everything okay? Y/n looked upset when she left.”

Peter dropped his head again, letting his phone fall onto his bed. “Uh, no, not really.”

“Why don’t you come talk about it over dinner, then?” May offered, gesturing for him to follow her. They sat at the table together. Peter explained what was up, poking at his spaghetti absentmindedly, but eating very little.

He wanted to protect you. Now that he was Spiderman, everyone he knew and loved would be in danger. He wanted to keep you safe most of all. He cared about you so much, and he regretted every time he had to take a raincheck or be late to see you. He always wanted to be around you, but saving the world would make that hard. Villains kidnapping or killing you would make that even harder, so he decided to break things off in order to keep you safe.

“I understand why you did that, but there’s plenty of other things you could do to protect her. You didn’t have to break up with her,” May said, reaching across the table to touch his hand. “Are you going to eat?

He sighed and shook his, the corners of his mouth being tugged down. “I screwed it up now. I don’t think I can get her back.”

Before May could say anything, Peter heard his special ringtone he had set for Happy. His eyes widened and he stood and scrambled to his room.

“Hello? Hi, yeah. It’s Peter.”

“You’re late for your training session, Peter. I’ve been out here for twenty minutes!” Happy snapped over the line.

A hand went to his forehead and he rushed to grab his things. “Shit! I’m so sorry, Happy. I’ll be out in a minute.” He rushed to throw the rest of his things he needed into his backpack and swiped a handful of cookies from the jar as he rushed out the door. “Sorry, Aunt May,” he mumbled around his mouthful of cookie. “I had to be at the Compound like a half hour ago! Bye, love you!”

He rushed out to the car where Happy stood, his arms crossed and a glare set deep in his features. Peter got in and said nothing on the way to the compound. Happy didn’t ask. In fact, he reveled in the fact that Peter shut up for once.

- - -

Sweaty and exhausted, Peter left the training room. The personal trainer worked him harder than usual today, probably because he was late. He stumbled out of the training room and into the common area, chugging a glass of water.

“Peter?” you said, eyes wide. He startled, fumbling with the glass. “What the hell are you doing here?” You dropped the apple slice you were holding into the bowl of caramel as you stood. Wanda eyed both of you, looking very confused.

“Wait a minute, that’s Peter?” she said with her brow furrowed.

“You two know each other?” Peter asked, pointing between the two of you.

You put your hands on your hips. “I asked my question first.” Your voice was a little too calm to be okay with the current situation. He crossed to meet you, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“Well, uh…” He glanced between the two of you. “I’m kinda an Avenger?”

You furrowed your brow. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You threw your hands in the air with exasperation.

He stuttered as he gestured between you and Wanda. “Well why didn’t you tell me?” he asked you, equally as irritated. “It’s what I was going to tell you! I’m freaking Spiderman!”

You were taken aback, and you hugged yourself, unsure what to think. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind. Peter was the Spiderman? Since when? You thought he’d just been working out, not suddenly training as a superhero! You looked to Wanda, who seemed about as confused as you were. “Well then I guess we have to work on our communication skills…” you said eventually, your tension easing.

Peter laughed a little. “Yeah…” he sighed and reached out to take your hand. “Look, I know I probably screwed up any chance I had with you, but am I allowed to take back what I said before? I didn’t really mean it when I said things weren’t working out…I lied. Sorry.”

Your shoulders relaxed further. You felt a little embarrassed. “Well I haven’t exactly been honest with you either.”

Peter laughed a little, stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “It’s okay. Since we’re telling each other our darkest secrets right now, can I tell you something else?”

“Hit me.”

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Things were actually going better than great…yknow, with us. They’re amazing. And like, you’re amazing. And I’m so sorry I’m always late and disappearing and I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.” He looked at his feet for a bit, shame curving his features into a bit of a pout. He glanced back up at you, his puppy dog eyes begging for forgiveness already. “But like, I really love spending time with you and Aunt May loves you and I…” he faltered again, “I love you, yknow?”

You smiled, taking his other hand. “I’m an idiot too, so it’s okay. And,” you stood closer to him, “I love you too.” You leaned in to kiss him, but Wanda cleared her throat, reminding you of her presence. You pursed your lips, your face warming a little with embarrassment.

She picked up the tray of caramel and apples. “I’ll just put these away,” she said, hurrying to put them away and leaving you two alone.

“I’m all sweaty and gross. Sorry.” Peter said before you silenced him with a kiss. It didn’t stop you from pulling him close.

When you broke away, you murmured, “It doesn’t bother me.” You ran a hand down his arm, entwining your fingers again, but remaining close. “Stop apologizing. It’s really okay,” you giggled.

“Sorry–Er, I mean…” He laughed, pecking another kiss to your lips. He smiled brightly, startling a little as Tony entered the room. It seemed that everyone needed to know now.

He froze, his glasses coming off again. “Wait, this is the douchebag?” he asked, unsure he was actually seeing the two of you together like this. “And why are you smooching him? I thought he was giving you trouble?” He pointed at you. “Were you giving her trouble, Parker?”

“No, Mr. Stark,” Peter assured. “It was a misunderstanding. I think we’re good now.” He looked back at you, and you nodded in agreement. You tried to contain your smile.

He squinted, turning with a shrug and going the other way, dropping whatever his previous task was.

“Wanna go get ice cream?” you asked.

Peter smiled. “I like the sound of that. But can I take a shower first?”

You nodded. “You do that, Spidey.”

He dropped his head with a laugh. “That’s cute.”

“What? Spidey?”

“Heh, yeah.”

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We're the same PT.ll | Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are used to having Peter in your world all the time, he was in the base with you more than at his own home, it was time for you to spend time in his world.

Warnings: None? A small sexual reference or joke? Idk...

Word count: 3,5 k

Notes: (Y/R/L/N) \ Your real last name.

A/N: I just want to thank you guys for all the love "We're the same" received! For real! Thank you! Here's part two, I hope you guys like it as well!

[Part 1]

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You and Peter were getting back from one of your night patrols, it was something that the two of you always did and it was part of your routine now, you loved fighting crime beside him, and he loved being able to fight by your side as well, the both of you made such a perfect team that even your dad, Tony Stark was proud.

"So… I was thinking" Peter takes off his mask giving you a look, you look at him waiting for him to keep talking "You know, how I always spend time on the avengers place? I was thinking that maybe you would like to… I don't know… Spend some time at my place? Maybe?" Peter smiles awkwardly, you remove your marks looking at him with a smile.

"You got all shy all of a sudden" You put your arms around his neck, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"Not with you, I mean, no, I just… Do you think that it's time to introduce you to my friends?" Peter sighs.

"Wow…" You look at him with surprise "You have friends?!" Peter looks at you offended, you start laughing and he can't help but laugh as well with you "I'd love to meet them, if that's what you want Pete… I'll do it" Peter looks at your face trying to memorize your features, but to be honest, he already knows your entire face and body by memory, he just loves admiring your beauty.

"That will mean a lot to me, thank you" Peter closes his eyes giving you a sweet kiss.

"Well… in that case, just tell me when and I'll be there" You smile.

"How about tomorrow? You can go to my school and you can spend a day in my world" Peter suggested, you frown, that wasn't what you had in mind when he told you he wanted you to meet his friends.

"At your school?!" You ask, surprised.

"Yeah, is that… a bad idea?".

"Well, why not after school? We can go eat something or maybe… Why?" You put your hands on your hips, you can't help but laugh. "Don't you nerds go out?".

"Ouch…" Peter smiles "Well, remember I told you I'm going to the academy decathlon? I need to start staying after school to study and between classes as well from time to time, and besides… I could really use your company" Peter grabs your hands swinging both your bodies, you only shake your head. 

"Alright fine, I'll go to school with you tomorrow, but I'm not taking the bus, I'll go swinging" You wink at him.

"Uh, no, you need to take the bus with me, so you can pass as one of the students" Peter winks back.

"Ugh! Is it really that necessary?!" Peter hugs you, hiding his face in the crack  of your neck.

"For me… pleeeeeease?" Peter whispers against your skin.

"Okay… See you tomorrow then" You put on your mask getting ready to go back to the chaotic place you call home.

"Love you!" Peter screams, smiling and feeling the luckiest man alive, once he lost the sight of you, he climbs the wall and opens his window to get into his room, tomorrow was the big day, he'd  been waiting for so long to introduce you to Ned and MJ, he was sure you were gonna love them.

[°°°]

"Wake up Parker!" You open his window, getting inside his room, Peter was getting changed after his usual morning shower, he looked back at you smiling.

"Good morning baby" He blows a kiss at you from afar, you sit on his bed taking a good look at his room, you've been there plenty of times, but today felt different, you felt a bit nervous and you didn't know why.

"When are we leaving?" You ask, impatiently.

"Well, you're a bit early baby girl, the bus will be here in thirty minutes" Peter puts on his shirt and sits beside you on his bed.

"You're not taking the suit?" You lift his shirt a bit, looking at his bare skin, Peter smiles and shakes his head.

"I want this to be a normal day for the both of us, just you, me, school, friends, a normal teenagers romance… No super heroes, no super powers, no fighting the bad guys, just for today" Peter grabs your hand.

"Pete… Baby… I am the daughter of Tony Stark, even before I got my powers, the words 'have a normal day weren’t part of my vocabulary" You fake a smile and Peter chuckles, biting his lip.

"Are you wearing your suit?".

"No, it's in my backpack, just in case you know…" Peter grabs your backpack, he opens it taking out the suit, throwing it into his closet. "Pete…" you look at your boyfriend with sadness "I'm already going to school with you let me take the suit, you never know!".

"Y/N, nothing will happen today, and I promise that after school we'll come back here and we'll go back to being Mr and Mrs Spider-Man" Peter jokes, you smile with sadness nodding, after all you promised him a normal day.

"Peter I seriously can't believe I'm the one who's asking to keep the suit and not the other way around".

"Honey we'll be okay!". "Fine… But if something does happen, I'm calling dad". "That won't be necessary". "We'll see". "We won't".

After a quick breakfast with Aunt May, you and Peter went down to the bus stop and waited for your ride to his school, you were used to Happy driving you to your private school where your dad had you at, you always wondered what it would be like to go on a bus like Peter did all the time, not wear a uniform, this could be a good day, maybe you can convince Tony to let you change school.

"So, we met at the Stark Internship… right?" You look at Peter trying to memorize the fake story on how you two met.

"Exactly, let's not mention that we both have super powers" Peter smiles.

"I thought your friend Ned knew?".

"Well, yeah, he's the only one, but the story is for the rest of them" Peter takes your hand.

"Okay… my last name is… (Y/R/L/N)?" You sigh "I'm ready!".

As the bus arrives, Peter manages to sneak you in without the bus driver noticing, but you didn't feel worried, it was an old man and he could barely see.

"There's Ned, my best friend" Peter points at a guy in the middle of the bus, you nod, just following Peter.

"Hey bro!" Ned smiles at Peter, you see them make a kind of secret handshake, you smile at the sight of such a cute act.

"Ned, this is Y/N… The Y/N" Peter says nervously, Ned looks at you and he opens his mouth with surprise.

"You're Peter's girlfriend?!" Ned asks.

"Yup… Nice to finally meet you, Peter talks a lot about you" You shake Ned's hand.

"He talks about me?! Ha! He talks about you a lot as well, you're like the main topic of our conversations" Ned chuckles, Peter hits Ned's arm giving him a warning.

"I'm flattered, I hope he only says good things" You look at Peter, taking a seat next to Ned.

"You're not sitting with me?" Peter chuckles.

"Nah, Ned's better company" You wink an eye at Peter, he takes a seat in front of the both of you.

"So… Are you really Tony Stark's daughter?" Ned asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about, we met at Stark industries… I have an internship as well" you smile.

"Baby, remember he knows" Peter chuckles.

"Oh… yeah, sorry" You smile shyly at Ned "So you know about Spidey?" You whisper at Ned.

"About Spidey one and two" Ned smiles and you smile at him.

"Well I'm glad I don't have to pretend in front of someone".

The bus makes another stop and a bunch of students get inside of the bus, you see Peter shake his hand in the air with a smile, you look over to see a pretty girl, messy hair and a 'kill me' kind of face, you knew that was MJ, Peter always says that she has a funeral face.

"Sup losers" MJ sits beside Peter. She looks at you and you give her a small smile.

"Hey" you say, MJ looks at Ned and then at you.

"Who is she?".

"She's my girlfriend" Peter spoke, MJ looks at Peter with an extremely surprised look, but her face goes back to her neutral expression right away.

"So, you're that Y/N?" MJ looks at you.

"Yes, you must be MJ" You offer her your hand to shake, but instead she gives an awkward high-five.

"Are you sure you're dating this ass? He's not paying you to fake a relationship?" MJ looks at you trying to study your expressions, you only chuckle shaking your head.

"Hey! I can get a girlfriend!" Peter says offended.

"Yeah boy… but not like her, she's waaaaay out of your league" MJ huff taking out her book, Peter looks at you and you give him a little wink.

Once the four of you arrived at school, no one was paying attention to you, which you liked, normally, at your other school you were treating with a bit of privilege just because of your last name, and here, it was all different, maybe because no one really knew your real last name, or maybe because you were with the nerds, but you liked it, being invisible for once.

"Let's go to class then" Peter grabs your hand.

"What class do we have first?" You smile.

"Wait… you're attending this school now!?" Ned exclaims.

"Yes, for today" You smile shyly.

"Cool… Are we going to say that she's an exchange student from another country or...?" Ned looks at Peter.

"No, she just transferred schools that's it" Peter smiles.

"I can make an accent" you look at both boys.

"I wanna hear" Ned smiles.

"Please no" Peter puts his hands over his ears, as you start speaking with a heavy (very bad) french accent, making Ned laugh, even MJ gave you a small chuckle.

"Can she please keep the accent?!" Ned looks at Peter.

"No! Please no!" Peter grabs your hand pulling you to class.

The teacher was already there so you had to go through the entire 'hi I'm blablablaba the new kid' kind of thing.

"Y/N, tell us a bit about you" the teacher looks at you. You felt everyone's eyes over you, you looked at Peter who was sitting in his place, saving a chair beside him for you.

"I'm dating Spider-Man" you said seriously, you could hear Peter choke in the back of the class, everyone was quiet, but then everyone started laughing and Peter felt his soul go back to his body.

"Yeah, I'm dating Spider-Man as well" another girl jokes.

"Okay Y/N go take a seat" the teacher smiles. You nod walking towards Peter, you look at the girl who made a joke as well, you lean close and whisper.

"You're not his type sweetie" You wink and eye to her and she rolls her eyes at you. 

You sit beside Peter taking out a notebook and a pen out of your backpack.

"Hey sweetie… Don't sit with Parker, come sit with us" you look up from your notebook to see a boy wearing a Polo shirt, you knew, by fact that he was Flash, the annoying son of a… Who made Peter's life a living hell in school.

"No thanks, I'm good here" You fake a smile.

"Come on, I don't bite, unless you want me to" Flash winks at you and his friends start laughing.

"Just ignore him," Peter whispers, taking your hand.

"Permission to break his jaw" you whisper with anger.

"As much as I'd love to see that, permission not granted… It's okay, he's like that, you'll get used to him" Peter chuckles.

"Okay, but if he says something offensive to you, I won't hesitate".

"I love when you get all overprotective of me" Peter whispers in your ear leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

"Well, you know that someone has your back Parker" You bite your lip, trying not to kiss him so you both don't get detention.

As class goes by, you actually pay a lot of attention to it, making a bet with Peter on who could answer more questions than the other, the loser will go patrolling alone, but the both of you know that's an impossible thing. 

You and Peter go to the next class, woodshop. 

As you and Peter arrive, Ned is already there, working on something, Peter grabs your hand and you look at him with a smile.

"Remember when you first got your powers? I made your web shooters here" Peter smiles, you could see how proud he was of his work.

"I can remember that day as if it was yesterday… And I can also remember your face when you showed me the web shooters for the first time" You caress his cheek with love, Peter feels electricity in his body, he shakes a bit and smiles, you really had an effect on him.

The two of you made your way to Ned, you see him working on some type of mechanic arm, he seemed to be having a bit of a problem there, you look at Peter wondering if he's going to help his friend, but no, Peter only sits beside him, working on his own project.

"Need a hand Ned?" You smile, sitting in front of him. Ned and Peter look at you.

"Uh… I don't really want to bother, I can't seem to make this work, I don't know why" Ned shows you the mechanic hand, you grab it taking a good look. 

Grabbing a bunch of tools on the table, you quickly manage to fix it and the mechanic like hand starts moving.

"Wow… where did you learn that?" Peter looks at you with a bright smile.

"Yeah, that took you like five seconds!" Ned grabs the hand admiring your work.

"Well, I'm Tony Stark's daughter, I know how to repair his suits as well" Your chest sticks out and you look at Peter feeling proud, you were glad that there was something Peter Parker didn't know about you.

"You keep surprising me babe" Peter smiles and winks at you.

"Not in front of me guys, please…" Ned rolls his eyes and goes back to working on his hand, you and Peter chuckle.

"So… You really are spending your day with the nerds huh?" Someone speaks behind you, you take your eyes off of Peter's project to look behind you. 

Flash was there, he was holding his phone typing something, he looked at you smiling.

"I knew I've seen that pretty face before…" Flash has a cocky smile in his face, he then turns his phone to you "Tony Stark donates one million dollars to charity, and beside him, the women that inspire him to do good day by day… His wife, Pepper Potts, and his daughter, Y/N Stark…" Flash finishes reading the news, you really started to hate that guy. 

Peter looks at Flash with anger, all he wanted to do was have a normal day with you in school, show you that you could be happy in a normal kind of way, but of course Flash was so obsessed with him that he had to ruin everything. 

Peter stands up from his chair ready to fight Flash, but your words stop him.

"So…? Should I give you a golden star?" You ask Flash, with the same cocky smile now "Should I clap for you? Let me do it…" You start clapping in his face "You're so intelligent, you found out who I am!".

Peter looks at you and then at Flash, feeling proud as hell, Flash looked intimidated by you, and Peter was enjoying the show.

"I-" Flash opens his mouth but you interrupt him.

"So what's your point… Flash, right?" You cross your arms.

"Just tell us all the truth! You're not dating Penis Parker! You're here to donate money to school or something!" Flash smiles back at you.

The smile on your face is replaced with pure anger, your eyes darkening as you look at Flash, you could hear him swallow saliva.

"You did not just  say that" Peter whispers with a smile, he goes back to his  seat he was tired of letting Flash get away with all the shit he does, and of course he couldn't punch him cause it was obvious who would win, he was trying to be fair. But today, today it was different, and he was glad his queen was here.

Flash looks at Peter and then back at you, knowing that he made a huge mistake on calling Peter that in front of you.

"What's your point?" You speak with anger.

"Just tell us you're not dating Parker, he has nothing to offer! Instead go out with me! I have money, cars… I can take you wherever you want" You put your arm around  Flash's shoulders squishing hard, he starts to feel pain but he holds it in, trying to look tough you made him face Peter, your boyfriend looking at the both of you delighted.

"You looking at that man right there?" You point at Peter "He gon' get it when we get home, he will keep me up all night… He is much more than you'll ever be!" You squish  Flash's shoulders even more, but not enough to leave  bruises the next day. "You say you have money? Cool, he has an immense heart, amazing jokes... you have a car? Cool… He has something better I prefer to ride" You wink at Peter and you see him blush, he was red at this point "Flash, you wish you could be like Peter Benjamin Parker, now, do me a favor and leave me and my boyfriend alone" you push Flash away from you, sitting back with Peter and Ned, you turn around one last time look at him "Leave your obsession with Peter behind, we all know you're not his type" You wink and eye to Flash.

Flash basically leaves running, when he does, Ned and Peter explode in laughter, you look at the both of them with a smile.

"Damn! That was amazing! About damn time someone said something to Flash" Ned cleans his fake tears.

"You didn't  have to  say anything to him Y/N" Peter smiles.

"You're right, we don't need to prove anything to that loser, but I got angry! He's an asshole and the thought of you having to deal with this dumbass all the time makes my blood boil!" You take a deep breath trying to calm down "Also, I wanted him to know how good you are at what you do" you wink and eye to Peter, your boyfriend opens his eyes wide and looks at Ned, who is pretending to mind his own business with his mechanic arm.

"Y/N… Don't speak like that" Peter whispers, he was a blushy mess, he looked adorable. 

"Oh Peter, you should feel proud of yourself…" You stand up looking around "I'm bored, I'm gonna build something" You smile and you start walking around the classroom looking for pieces for a project.

Back at the table, Ned turns his head to look at you and then he looks at Peter.

"Man… I don't know what you did to get a girl like her, but you're one lucky moth-" Peter covers his mouth, blushing.

"Okay Ned, she's too hot for me I get it…" Peter looks at you smiling "When she's with me all boys hate me". 

And he was right, and he just proved that with Flash trying to steal you from him, the way you talked to Flash, the way you defend Peter, it made him feel some kind of way, he wasn't used to having you do that, but he was proud of it.

[°°°]

The bell rings letting all the students know that the day is over, you stand up from your chair looking at Peter, waiting for instructions.

"Okay, let's go home" Peter smiles taking your hand.

"Home?" You look at him confused "don't you need to study with your decathlon team?".

"Yeah I do but…" He leans closer to you and whispers in your ear. "You said I was gonna get it when we get home so… Let's keep you up all night" He gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Peter Parker… I-" you try to make a joke but you just can't, he caught you off guard "Oh boy… Let's go! You have work to do!" You smile and clap happily making Peter laugh out loud, catching everyone's attention, but he didn't care. 

He was planning on having a nice evening with you and his friends, but that could wait, you can see his friends any other day.

#marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x stark!reader #stark reader #marvel oneshots #peter parker oneshot #flash #ned #peter x reader #spiderman x reader #spider man

[moonlit-imagines]

Alternate Ending

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: im sad and i want you all to hurt with me

a/n: i stuck a piece of metal in my nose today 😌 AND i did thorough timeline research to make things add up bc i am so unbelievably picky about that and idk why

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Would you mind writing an Avengers Endgame Peter Parker x female Avenger reader where Peter survived Infinity War and he and reader are sent to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone and reader is going to sacrifice herself to get it but Peter refuses and sacrifices himself instead because he loves her and doesn't want to lose her? Then she comes back with the other Avengers and breaks down after Tony asks where Peter is?”

“If we pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” You heard Tony explain, but you were too busy focusing on Peter’s funny faces. “Hey kids, the adults are talking.” Tony snapped to get your attention.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter raised his hand, “I’m actually twenty-two. I know you know that because you came to my birthday party...”

“Just...” Tony rubbed his temples, “just be quiet, please.” He could hear the snickers from you and Peter, but carried on. “Thor knows the location of the reality stone on Asgard, and the last two are in space.” You and Peter paid close attention after that last piece of information.

“Space?!” You gasped and turned to Peter with a huge smile. “Dude...”

“Mr. Stark, please let me and y/n take one of the space missions.” Peter begged while you worked on Tony with your puppy dog eyes. Tony peered over at Rocket and all he could muster up was a shrug.

“Fine. We’ll discuss it.” Tony crossed his arms and the two of you celebrated. “If,” he interjected, “you two can shut it for the rest of this meeting.” You and Peter nodded with mouths shut tight, trying to keep a straight face.

The project took some time, but the bright minds in charge really brought everything together. Soon enough, this time travel mission was ready. You and Peter were in charge of retrieving the soul stone from Vormir.

“Ooh, sounds challenging.” You commented grabbing Peter’s hand. “Sure you can handle it, Parker?”

“Please, I was born for this job.” He joked and adjusted his suit. “Man, this suit is way too tight in certain areas.”

“Alright, everyone.” Steve quieted you all down on the platform. “Time to go.”

“See you in a minute.” Natasha commented right before you were all sent your separate ways. You were trusted with Rocket’s ship, and Nebula was able to put the coordinates in for an easy trip.

“How does it feel to be in space again, Pete?” You asked as you strapped into one of the seats.

“Sickening, but awesome.” He admitted. “You know, when me and Tony were stuck on that ship, the only thing that got me through it was the thought of you.”

“Wait, what?” You took a double-take and tilted your head at Peter.

“I couldn’t give up without seeing you one last time. You were the reason I fought to stay alive.” He reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly. “You are my greatest motivation.”

“You’re a sweetie, Parker.” You interlocked your fingers with his and watched the stars pass by through the glass of the ship. “It’s beautiful out there, huh?”

“Not as beautiful as it is in here.” Peter batted his eyes at you, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“I love you, Pete.” You sighed, keeping a smile on your face. Whenever Peter was around, your smile just stuck.

“I love you, too.” He teased you with a poke and for a while the two of you just goofed off, waiting on your destination. Space definitely fascinated you, it was something you dreamed of experiencing one day, and now look at you.

“We’re here,” Peter unbuckled and climbed out of his seat, “are you ready?” He reached his hand out for yours in an offer of support and you gladly took it. You knew he would always be there for you. He knew that deep down, you were petrified at what you may find ahead. Who knows what challenges lie ahead. It’s an Infinity Stone, for God’s sake.

“Y/N, child of y/p/n,” the guardian appeared, “Peter, son of Richard.” He definitely caught you off guard, it was puzzling that he had known your names. “What you seek lies ahead, but a price must be paid.”

“And that is?” You asked while crossing your arms.

“A soul for a soul, you must sacrifice the one you love most.” He told you. “Only then will you get what you came for.” You turned to Peter, who was lost in thought, piecing parts of the puzzle together, then he pulled you aside.

“It all makes sense now,” Peter told you, “Star-Lord was freaking out when his girlfriend died because she was Thanos’s daughter, the only thing he could ever love. He sacrificed her for the stone!” He explained to you, which made your heart drop.

“Then that means...he’s telling the truth.” Your mind wandered off to play out a few scenarios.

“We have to get that stone, y/n.” Peter looked you in the eyes, you had already begun to tear up.

“There won’t be a ‘we’ if one of us does get it.” You watched Peter’s hand wipe a tear from your cheek. “We have to get it, though. Or else this whole mission was for nothing.”

“Y/N, I know what you’re thinking,” He grasped onto your shoulders and shook them, “don’t! I need to do this. I have to bring my friends and family back.”

“Peter, you should get to see them again. I don’t have any of that, but you still have a chance to see your loved ones.” You removed his hands from their previous position and interlocked your fingers with his for the last time.

“I love you so much, y/n.” He placed his forehead against yours, tears trailing down his face, and now yours, too.

“I love you more, Pete.” You tried to laugh through your tears. “Please don’t forget about me...and tell the team that I love them, too.” He kissed your forehead ever-so-gently.

“Tell them yourself.” Peter quickly webbed up your hands and stuck you to a nearby rock.

“Peter! Peter, don’t you dare! No! NO!” You pleaded with him as he neared the edge of the cliff. You used your powers to burn the webs off and charge after him, but he was already too far away. He took one last look at you before dropping, you fell to the cold ground screaming your heart out until you woke up with the stone.

You made your trip back to 2023 and appeared alongside your fellow Avengers.

“We’re missing someone. The kid?” Tony glanced over at you as you fell to the floor in a sob. That’s when they realized what happened.

“I got what we came for.” You held up the orange gem. “It came at a price. ‘A soul for a soul.’” The other Avengers took a moment to process that before beginning to mourn.

“He...” Steve didn’t want to say it.

“He sacrificed himself. He saw what he had to do and he did it. He even webbed me to the rocks to make sure I wouldn’t stop him. It should have been me!” You cried out, Rocket came to your side and placed his paw on your shoulder.

“Peter made his choice, y/n.” He softly comforted. “After we save the world or whatever...I promise that we’ll do something special for him, okay?”

“I have no idea what I’m gonna tell May when she comes back.” Your mind started flooding with different ideas.

“Don’t think about that right now,” Tony sniffled, “just...just think about the lives we’ll be saving today.”

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[living-dead-parker]

Hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking request but do you think you can do an angst drabble with Peter Parker x stark!reader (they’ve been dating for a year) where Peter and MJ have been have little rendezvous behind the readers back and one day she finds out and maybe Tony takes away his suit or something and you can decide how it ends...Thank You =)

Idk why I had trouble with this specific one, but I’ve had other similar ideas, so whenever I post those, feel free to come back to those too. I just didn’t wanna leave this request in my asks for too long before I forgot about it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this sort of but not really blurb/imagine.

Cheater - P.P

"Why did your dad steal my suit?"

Your eyes go wide, looking at the guy who just days ago broke your heart by cheating on you with his close friend, MJ. The guy who just a week ago you would have given the world for. The guy who you'd give your life for. The guy who used to be your best friend, your partner in crime, your favorite teammate.

"Technically, it's his suit, he owns and gave it to you as a gift that he can revoke at any time he wants," you state as you don't even bother to look up. Because if you do, you'll cave and maybe you'll cry or maybe you'll beg him to love you again. Both would be a terrible time for you. So, you continue screwing together the final pieces of Rhodey's nano suit compartment. "I don't know why he has it, ask him yourself," you continue, giving him as much attitude as he came at you with.

Peter sighs, slamming a hand down on the table, his hand landing right under your line of sight. "Bullshit," Peter calls out. "Where is my suit?"

"First of all," you say, grabbing a screwdriver and using it to push his hand off the table. He doesn't budge, so you sigh this time around. "This is all expensive equipment and sure my dad is loaded but he won't be too happy to buy more of this stuff. Second, I need you to stop yelling at me and asking me things I have no idea about. I already offered you a solution," you inform him, not bothering to look up.

Right before Peter can speak up, the sound of a very familiar someone clearing their throat can be heard from the lab's entrance. You turn and look over to see Tony standing there with his hands on his hips. A look of disappointment on his face.  Peter shivers, he cowers, knowing that look is aimed at him.

"I took the suit, thanks to aunt hotty, because you're not fit to own it just yet," Tony comments as he steps into the room. Peter looks at you wide-eyed and although you're not directly looking at him, you still see it.

"You told him about-"

"She didn't have to tell me anything," Tony states as he stands on the side of the workbench, arms crossing over his chest. "Your little mistake made headlines, something about mistress intercepts Y/N Stark's relationship," Tony continues, bending forward and giving Peter a rather intimidating look. "But that's not exactly why I took the suit," Tony states.

"Dad, just give him the suit-"

"No, Mr. Parker here," Tony cuts in, leaning back a bit as he looks over at Peter. His voice is dripping with sarcastic enthusiasm. "Doesn't know how to take accountability for things. He doesn't know how to admit when something is his fault, he also doesn't know how to make better decisions under pressure. That's not what the public needs in a superhero, kid."

"Okay, I cheated, I admit that!" Peter butts in. "Can I please just have the suit back?"

"The fact that you haven't even apologized, or that you haven't really taken accountability, or that you're being pretty rude over a suit is just further convincing me that I shouldn't give it back. Remember what I said kid," Tony lowers his voice. "If you're nothing without the suit, then maybe you shouldn't have it. In fact-"

"Dad, enough!" you cut him off, making the two men look at you in shock. "Just give him the suit so he can leave, for fuck sake."

The room is silent as a loud sob escapes your lips. Tony frowns, ready to glare daggers at the spider kid. Peter just feels angry. At what, exactly? He's not sure. Either way, they watch you turn around and lean over the computer as you sniffle a bit.

"All I wanted was to forget you even exist," you say as you turn to look at Peter. His glare softens into a frown when he sees your red eyes and the tear streaks fall down your face. It all suddenly hits him. The guilt, the sadness, the pain. "Because it would be easier to pretend you were never even in my life than to get over you. But then you come here, yelling at me and it just reminds me that you don't love me. That I am blowing my own feelings out of proportion and that I am shitty because of it."

"Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"But you did! Why can't you just accept the fact that you did? Stop saying you didn't mean to and just say that you did do just that! You hurt me, Peter. What you did, that's not love. I-"

"But I do love you! I swear on my life that I do love you. It was stupid of me-"

"But you still did it. You were sober and you still did it. You were perfectly aware and you still did it. You actively chose to bring her to your place and have her clean you up, you actively undressed with her and you fucked her still. Not once did you stop to think about me? How are you going to tell me you love me when you were just so easily able to fuck her and act like nothing happened?"

Peter stays silent, looking into your eyes for something. Anything other than overwhelming sadness and pain. Maybe a glimmer of hope, or something.

"I'm done, Peter," you tell him. "Absolutely done, I'm not taking you back or anything, because there's no purpose. I'm sure sometime in the very distant future we can be friends because I know being on this team is important to you. I know working for my dad is important to you and I cannot take that away from you. I don't want to be the reason the world loses someone who can defend it. But I don't want anything to do with you either," you tell Peter. You turn to your dad this time.

"So figure something out that can make everyone happy, because I don't want to see Peter but I don't want the world to lose out on Spider-Man. We've lost people, we can't lose more. Just give him the suit, let everything go back to normal, I don't care. But just keep him out of my sight."

Peter feels his heart break at how sure of it you are. He wants to call out for you as you exit the room. He doesn't, though. He knows he shouldn't. There's no point. So, all he does is look at Tony who's already frowning at him.

"You really did fuck up, kid," Tony says as he walks towards the door. "You'll get the suit back tomorrow, just get out of here while I figure this whole mess out," he says before finally walking out, leaving Peter there by himself, to sulk alone. 

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[vole-mon-amour]

OTP tag game.

Tagged by @captainjowl. You know for sure than I'm struggling to pick only 10 & fit them in here. But hell, that’s fun, thank you <3

Rules: Choose 10 OTPs BEFORE reading the questions, and then get to answering

1) Harry James Potter & Sirius Orion Black

2) Daniel Le Domas & Grace (Ready or Not 2019)

3) Samuel & Nathan Drake (Uncharted 4)

4) Corvo Attano & The Outsider (+probably Emily Kaldwin; Dishonored series)

5) Steve Grant Rogers & Bucky Buchanan Barnes (Marvel)

6) Tony Edward Stark & Peter Benjamin Parker (Marvel)

7) Handsome Jack & Rhys (Borderlands video game series)

8) Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert (TVD Books & a tv show)

9) Batman & Joker (in every universe, really)

10) Adam Jensen x Francis Pritchard (Deus Ex video game series)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I believe it didn't hit me before Spider-Man: Homecoming. Civil War was about Steve & Bucky for me, but when I saw that growing up Peter with Tony, their dynamic, chemistry. Tom & Robert are really just like that.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Lmao. I've read like 50% of the tag on AO3, I wrote my own & started a few wips on them. They are amazing. Plus, with that shitty canon? We didn't get enough of them & they deserved better, so it's only logical to save yourself with fanfiction.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I was living with The Outsider icon on my twitter & tumblr. That one is still my Google profile picture I believe. Don't remember about having an icon with the two of them. Also had The Outsider as my lockscreen on my smartphone for a while.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Funny how it fits canon, lmao. Rhys literally tried to erase Jack's AI in TFTBL, so I guess another day on Pandora, nothing new. They torture each other, they kiss each other, they kill other people in the process. It'll be fiiine.

5. Why is 1 so important?

I love them since the first time I met them, which was much more than 10 years ago, I don't even remember when. At some point they were the reason I was waking up & forcing myself to eat just to read more fanfiction & feel something. Even if I was drowning in pain (I was extremely depressed), it was still something. I read every fic I could find at that time. The depression that Harry went through, all these feelings, his love for Sirius. I was living through it, I could relate.

I'm currently drowning in these two again, though in a much healthier & happier state. I see their flaws & I know as much as I can. I see them differently as an adult. They saved me, they keep being my number one, I still consider making a tattoo of Padfoot/Sirius or of both Harry & Sirius together. I have many headcanons, ideas, I write fics about them. They are everything, you see? They were my choice when there was nothing, no one. They are HOME.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Both. There goes the dynamic of Jack & Rhys: torture, fighting, flirting, a lot of trauma. I'd definitely say that they are wild and comical sometimes, but they are definitely serious. With the Asylum, the mental health issues. There is so much more to it, the complexity of their relationship. The struggle of loving who you probably shouldn't (but hey, when does it work like that?) Thinking about Tettlate's Batman, about Batman: Europa & how Joker was: "You must be crazy, putting me in charge of the plan, letting me decide. Okay, well..."

Nah, they are entertaining, but this is a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Are you kidding me? They are all the definition of CHEMISTRY. I'd say 5, but then go 2, 6, 7, 8. Come on. I'm not choosing. Most of they are WILD.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

The fandom itself? Idk. I found one of my favourite artists through this fandom. If it's about the characters themselves, I played the first game with the DLC from start to beginning, looking around every corner. Spent more than 60 hours in there. Watched a second game (my laptop can't run the game) and the DLC (obviously), since Francis is in the DLC & not in the main game. I have a tag for them on tumblr, I read fanfiction, I tried to write my own. I still follow Elias & want a third game. Elias liked my tweets about Adam and Jensen being an actual couple a few times. I'd say I interacted with all of this a lot? Still do, actually.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

5. Best friends since childhood, fought & died for each other, still found their way back to each other. "It would break your Captain's heart, to see what they did to you." That only the MENTION of Steve can pull Bucky out of this brain washing(ed?) state, distract him in the middle of a fight. When Steve died in the comics because of Sharon & Tony sent Natasha to take Steve's shield from Bucky because even Tony knew how much Steve means to Bucky. And Bucky was like: "Oh, I see what he did. Not happening!" Fought Natasha (that is his ex in the comics) & kept going for Steve's sake.

Well, you see the point, I can go on and on.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They're not actually canon so none? They had a few fights: In Civil war (the comics), in Homecoming (the movie).  That only means that they’ve got history & love each other.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

As fierce Grace is, they wouldn't stand a chance against Damon & Elena. Those two had to deal with worst thing than brainless stupid zombies. On the other hand, if there were no alive humans to drink their blood... It's either an animal diet that Damon hates so much or I don't know? Still, they're faster & more powerful. Their bodies have advantage of healing the wounds as well.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

From some people, yeah. Don't tell Athena, don't tell Vaughn, don't tell Fiona. Though Rhys wasn't very subtle about it & Jack just doesn't give a fuck. You will probably end up dead if you disagree or bore him, or if you're useless.

"I can take you to the top, but you gotta know where the top is" & Rhys doesn't tell anybody until Jack makes him the President for like whole 20 minutes lol.

Fiona & Sasha: "This can't be happening." Sure it can, darling.

14. Is 4 still together?

I have a headcanon about The Outsider finding Emily & Corvo after Billie frees him from the Void. He doesn't have anybody & they are his only friends aside from a potential friendship with Billie. And if we don't consider TOTO dlc, they definitely are! The Outsider visits them both when they sleep & takes them to the void sometimes. How could he not?

15. Is 10 canon?

Not really but also sort of? Let's say that they really care about each other in canon, despite Adam pushing Francis away because of his trauma & fear that Megan caused him. :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Can you imagine wizards fighting extremely powerful vampires? Superheroes with venom in their bodies that make them super strong with people that made a deal with the Devil himself (hi Le Bail)? 5000 y.o. God and his lover that share his powers and an augmented human protecting his tired IT guy? Combine mental health issues to that, Jack and Rhys with Batman and Joker. Corvo & The Outsider would probably slay them all as Corvo and Emily did in both games with entire islands, though it will still be a slaughter anyway.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

All the fucking time, lmaooo. I’m not even talking about it.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I feel like I already did with Steve & Bucky after many Marvel movies (we're not even mentioning Endg*me, I fucking died & was dead for full 4-5 months).

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to do that a few years back, but not anymore. There is not much content since the trilogy is finished.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

1 already went through it & fandom lives, so I'd say maybe 7? Rhys will find a way to bring Jack back & they are both so wild. It’s what happened in canon anyway. Jack kidnapped Lilith & forced her to do Angel's job, so I'd like to see that witch try at first. Jack is an immortal bastard. <3

Now that I think about it, Corvo would also deal with her in seconds as she waits to curse them.

As a conclusion: no one breaks up forever, we're killing the witch.

I tag: @ianmillkovichgallagher​ & @aledbr​

Whoever else wants to join the game, please do.

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[ladybugsfanfics]

a different kind of torment | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x read

Style: One Shot

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst, idk 

Summary: After Green Goblin discovers Spider-Man's real identity, he threatenes the people Peter Parker loves. That includes you, and that includes a safe house where you can't see each other. inspired by the song Remember Me from the Coco movie as a part of @valkyriesride​ writing challenge

A/N: i made it within midnight (at least for me). I’ve been procrastinating this for so long, have no idea how good it is, but here it is and I hope you all enjoy. Peter and the reader are in college in this (not aged up for any other reason than the fact that the comics have Peter’s identity found out by Green Goblin in college so i got it from there) 

Despite the propped open textbook and the two notebooks in front of Peter, he can’t concentrate on the words in front of him. The letters swirl around the pages like alphabet soup. And though the sauna like air around him is making him sweat profusely, that’s not the main reason he can’t focus. 

There are two reasons. One of them being the fact that you’re lying on the couch, shedding one piece of clothing after another. Peter finds that weird, seeing as you were the one insisting on turning up the heater. But he also finds it highly annoying as you’re taking away his focus and he has an upcoming test in two days. There’s already enough keeping his mind occupied, his pants tightening isn’t helping. 

“Hey, Pete,” you tilt your head up from your phone. Peter raises his gaze from your bare legs to your face. “You done with studying yet?” 

He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Why would you think that?” 

You shrug. “Just that you weren’t exactly looking at the textbook.” The smirk that colors your face is unmistakable. Peter does his best not to indulge, diverting his gaze back to the pages before him. 

He doesn’t see you stand up and make your way to where he sits, doesn’t notice it until one of your arms trail down his chest and your warm breath brushes by his ear. “You sure you’re not done, yet?” 

Peter leans back to your touch, enough to see the smirk and lust in your eyes. You place a kiss along his jaw, and move the way to his lips. Peter’s hand instantly comes up to cup your face as he presses his lips against yours. He scoots his chair back, giving you room to swing your leg over his lap. Even with the change in position, your lips are locked together. 

It also makes for easier access up Peter’s shirt. Your hands move around the hem of it, fingers teasing the bare skin until your hands glide under his sweater and over his chest. Peter’s own hands move across your thighs, sliding up and down, and he can feel his pants tightening by every little movement. 

A stifled moan escapes when you press your tongue into his mouth and your hands slide lower and lower, teasing the lining of his pants. Only, the dread of a conversation Peter’s delayed for far too long―it’s been delayed two hours, but that is far too long considering the importance of the conversation―keeps him from indulging further.

“Y/N,” he says, pulling away you. 

You cock your head. “Something wrong, baby?” you ask, frown plastered on your face in concern. 

Peter swallows, because god he wishes something wasn’t wrong. But something is, and you need to know. “Uhh, yeah.” He presses his lips together and avoids your gaze. 

“Tell me.” Your voice is firm, and the finger that comes under his chin and moves his head back to you, is scorching. 

“Umm, okay, so… There’s this thing, that happened.” Peter bites his lower lip, but no matter how much he wants to, he can’t stop looking into your eyes. They sparkle as usual, but the power in your eyes holds his gaze. He takes a deep breath. “Something happened. It involves you.” 

You frown. “Spider-man happened?” 

Peter nods. “You remember Green Goblin, right?”

“That big green idiot you fought a while back?” Peter nods. “Yeah, why?”

“He found out my identity and he’s threatened everyone I love and that includes you and now you have to move to a safe house.” His mouth moves so fast he’s unsure you actually heard what he said. But when he sees the look in your eyes and the expression on your face, he knows you did. 

“I’m sorry.” Peter takes your hands in his, thumb running circles at the back of both. “Tony has a safe house ready. He’s already made the calls needed so that you can keep up with your classes and not get any absence during the time it takes until we catch him.”

You bite your lip, the frown back on your face. “How long?” 

“I don’t know.” Peter’s hand comes up to cup your face. “I’m sorry, babe. Does it make it better that MJ and Ned will be there, too?” 

“Isn’t it suspicious that we all disappear around the same time?” 

A small smile forms on Peter’s face. “MJ’s already there, and Ned’s going up there two days after you.”

You press your lips together. “Can you visit?”

Even before Peter starts to shake his head, he knows you didn’t expect anything else. “I’m not allowed to know where it is.” 

---

Probably for the first time in your life, you completely lose yourself in school. Peter said there wouldn’t be a problem to help you keep up with your classes, but you’re not just keeping up, you’re ahead by almost a chapter. 

Time runs by so slowly, and if you’re not studying, you’re still with your nose buried in a book. You barely sleep. Just toss and turn, constantly waking up in a cold sweat. Your heart keeps hammering and your thoughts fly out to every place they shouldn’t go. 

MJ and Ned are only helpful when they drag you out of your room and force you to eat with them, force you to watch movies you don’t pay attention to, force you to interact and stop worrying so much because…

...Peter will be fine, right?

“He knows what he’s doing.” Ned tries for a reassuring smile, but you’re not sure he’s even convinced himself of that. “Or, not always, but he’s got Mr. Stark.”

You swallow the remnants of your wine glass. “Not helping,” you say as you place the glass back down on its coaster on the coffee table. “Really, guys, all I wish to get was some kind of message that he was alright, or… I don’t know…”

The bottle of wine rests on the rim of your glass as the red liquid flows out like a waterfall. Only the sounds of the drink sloshing against the sides of the glass and liquid hitting liquid, interrupts the silence that lies over the three of you like a blanket. Your eyes fall to MJ, the reasonable one, albeit at times pessimistic. 

She shrugs. “The threat was for us, though?” 

You nod, but squint at her with eyes full of skepticism. The wine glass is back in your hand, the wine’s cool touch on your lips. 

“Then he’s probably not in that much danger. Green Goblin threatened to hurt Spider-man’s loved ones, not Spider-man. Because he knew that would hurt Spider-man psychologically. Now he doesn’t have anyone to hurt, because we’re not there and Peter’s already hurt. In a way, he managed to do the harm he wanted to without doing anything but issue the threat.”

“I don’t think that makes this any better,” you say. “That means Peter’s hurting, I don’t want Peter to be hurting. He’s the one I’m worried about.”

“What? You’re not worried that some green monster’s gonna come here and eat us alive?” Ned shakes his head. “Shocking. But that would’ve been kinda cool, don’t you think?” 

You try to suppress a smile as you lightly hit Ned in the back of his head. His hand instantly goes up to touch the spot and a small ‘ow’ follows. “Thanks, though,” you eventually say. “I know I’m not that easy to be with currently, but you’re… thank you for being such good friends.”

MJ smiles. “I’m just thankful I’m not alone. If I had to get stuck with someone, at least I tolerate you guys.” 

“Thank. I tolerate you, too.” You roll your eyes, but at least the smile’s actually forming on your face now. The worry is still a feeling at the bottom of your gut, and the nerves are still running at high speed, but there’s an ease to it that wasn’t there earlier. 

---

Three months, one week, four days, eight hours and twenty-three minutes. 

That’s how long it is since you last saw Peter. That’s the exact amount of time that has passed since he said goodbye the day after he told you what was happening. 

And now, as the car pulls into the garage of the compound (the secret compound that you, as a civilian, aren’t supposed to know about), your heart pounds louder and faster than it has all that time you’ve been worrying about Peter. 

The thing is, you don’t actually know what pulled you out of the safe house. MJ and Ned only knocked on your door and told you Tony Stark was there, and that you were getting to go home. 

But you didn't get know anything else, something that is killing you as the door to the car opens. Ned, MJ, and you are led by Tony to a set of elevators. Inside, Tony presses a button with letters on it instead of numbers. The silence is deafening and everything inside of you is buzzing. Energy that surges through your body, adrenaline flowing through your veins, and both there for positive and negative assumptions alike. 

Finally, the elevator doors chime open. (And a relieved sigh relaxes you a little seeing that you’re not entering a medical wing). The doors open into an open space with a comfort area to one side and a table with chairs surrounding it to the other. And that may be the first thing you see, but a moment later you see who you’ve been waiting to see for so long. 

Peter rises to his feet, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the look of pain that crosses his face, but you see it. Your feet run on their own accord, your arms flinging around him and hugging him tightly, whatever hurt him be damned because you haven’t seen him in so long.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you say and pull your head away to look at him, grip still tight in a fear of letting him go.  

“I’ve missed you, too.” He smiles, one hand coming up to cup your face, and you lean into the touch. “But right now, you’re holding onto me a little too tightly and uhm… can you loosen the grip?”

Your eyes widen and you smile as you loosen your grip. “I’m sorry.” 

Peter smiles. “It’s okay.” 

And you nod. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.” With another smile, you lightly press your lips to his. When you pull away, you hug him to you and leaning your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat; a steady rhythm that soothes tension in your body after all the worrying. 

After being away for so long, you don’t want to ever let go of him again.

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Stargazing (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Imagine)

Request: “Hi idk if this will make sense bUT i’d like to request a peter parker x stark fem reader if that’s alright :) and maybe peter takes her out on a date and tony finds out and gets all protective and stuff but it ends w/ some kinda fluff moment? thank youuu :) !! i love your writing btw 💗” 

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“Peter, are you sure we should be doing this? If dad finds out-”

“(Y/N), trust me! Mr. Stark won’t even know we left!”

“I think he’d know if he checks the cameras and sees his daughter leaving with his intern!”

“Not if we get back before he even realises we left.”

You weren’t convinced by your boyfriend’s statement. Your father, Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, would be the first to notice his daughter had left the Stark tower. Once upon a time, Tony was known to be a playboy. However, that all changed when you, his beloved firstborn, was brought into the world. When you were born, Tony immediately knew he was lucky to have been granted a second chance. A chance to be better than he had been. He had changed his ways the moment he became a father. So, of course he’d probably go absolutely ballistic if he found out you had left the tower. On a date, no less. 

You see, you and Peter Parker had been in a relationship for a couple months. The only problem was that neither of you had really told your dad about it. 

Tony had seen the two of you together a lot, but he didn’t know that your friendship with Peter had become something more than that. However, you knew how important the internship Peter had with your dad was to him. You had met Peter when your dad had brought him up to living room of Stark tower.

“(Y/N), I’d like you to meet Peter Parker. He’ll be interning with me for the next few months. He’s your age so I’m sure you’ll get along. Peter, this is my daughter, (Y/N) Stark,” You dad introduced the two of you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you shook Peter’s hand. ‘Damn... he’s cute...’ The little voice in your head said, but you brushed it off quickly, your cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. 

You dad had been correct; you and Peter got along pretty well for the most part, and things never seemed that bad whenever he was around. The two of you grew close pretty quickly, constantly joking around and giggling with each other. However, there always seemed to be something lingering between you both, something unsaid. That is, until, you confessed to Peter how you felt. You were shocked but delighted when you discovered Peter felt the same way in return, and since then, the two of you had been happier than ever.

However, even though Peter had huge respect for your dad and admired him greatly, your dad seemed to be putting him through the wringer. Peter would show up to the Stark tower with all sorts of cuts and bruises littering his body, but then, almost with superhuman speed, they’d disappear. It concerned you at first, but Peter consistently reassured you that he was fine and that the injuries were just a result of him being a clutz. You seemed to have no choice but accept that, but a big part of you didn’t believe it. You had seen Peter move with grace and speed unlike anybody else you’d ever met. So you figured there had to be something else that maybe Peter just wasn’t ready to bring up yet.  

“Peter... I’m not sure this is a great idea... I don’t like sneaking around dad’s back like this...” You trailed off, hugging yourself a bit tighter than before, a feeling of nervousness building up inside your chest. Peter, with his secret spidey sense, could tell and practically feel your change in demeanour. His own heart gave a slight jolt at your expression; he loved you so dearly and never wanted to see you look so conflicted or guilty about anything.

“Babe...” Peter spoke gently, bringing his hand up to softly cup your cheek in his palm, his thumb stroking your skin, “(Y/N)... It’ll be alright. Honestly, we can just go out and have a nice night on the town. If you don’t feel ready to tell you father, then we don’t have to tell him it was a date if we get caught. IF we get caught. Plus, this was my idea anyway. I’ll take the fall if it really is that big a deal.”

“No!” You exclaimed quickly, shaking your head, “No, Peter, I won’t let you do that. I know how much this internship means to you. I appreciate you saying that but it would destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for. I can’t let that happen. Not because of me. If...” You sighed quietly, caving in to your boyfriend’s wish, “If we get caught, I’ll take the blame and explain it. I’m Tony’s daughter. He might take it better if he hears it from me rather than his intern.”

After a couple moments during which he looked like he wanted to argue with you about that, Peter gave a soft smile before leaning forward and pressing the gentlest of kisses to your forehead as he whispered, “We’ll both explain it. That way we share the fall and hopefully it’ll turn out better that way.” After a second or two, Peter gave a soft chuckle before asking, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You worked your butt off for my dad, apparently,” You replied, completely serious. After a moment of silence, both you and Peter started to laugh, your hand slipping down into his as you headed towards the elevator, towards a night out together.

*TIME SKIP*

You and Peter had had what may have possibly been the absolute best night of your life. First, the two of you went down to Mr. Delmar’s bodega to pick up sandwiches and sweets, but instead of devouring them on the spot, Peter took your hand and skilfully navigated and led you up onto the rooftop of some building in Queens. There, the two of you sat together, legs hanging over the edge of the building as you ate sandwiches and just spoke. About life, about the people in your lives, about yourselves, about each other, about the future, about anything you could possibly think of. Then, as if the heavens themselves heard you, the clouds slowly parted to reveal a beautiful night’s sky, filled with stars you didn’t think you’d be able to see in one of the noisiest, most light-filled cities in the world. It was absolutely amazing. You and Peter laid back, curled up together as you stared up at the sky, pointing out constellations and making up your own with stories to fit them, which more often than not caused you both to laugh until tears streamed down your faces.

Peter fulfilled his promise; it truly was one of the greatest nights of your life. 

“That was the most fun I’ve had in months. And I can’t believe it was just because of something so simple like getting sandwiches, which were SO good, and eating them on a rooftop followed by stargazing,” You exclaimed as you and Peter exited the elevator into the Stark living quarters. Peter, being the absolute gentleman he was, had insisted that he would drop you off at home and make sure you were safe. 

You turned to the young man you loved so dearly with a huge smile on your face and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, followed by Peter gently kissing you on the lips for a couple seconds. Like every other kiss, it took your breath away and made your heart soar. When the two of you finally broke apart, you had a big, stupid grin on your face and you could see Peter’s cheeks had turned bright pink. As you prepared to say goodnight, you simply smiled bigger and softly said, “Thank you, Peter. Tonight was amazing.”

“I really hope it was,” A voice suddenly spoke up, and you both turned to see Tony standing there, leaned against the sofa with a scowl on his face, “Hi, yeah. You wanna explain to me why you just kissed my daughter?”

Peter’s face had gone pale as a sheet of paper, and he started to stutter, “I-I, M-Mr. Stark, I-”

“We’re dating, dad. We have been for a couple months,” You cut Peter’s stuttering off, your tone surprisingly calm as you explained, “We just haven’t gotten around to telling you yet. He kissed me because I’m his girlfriend.”

Tony’s expression changed maybe ten times in the span of a couple seconds, and you could tell he probably wasn’t taking this well. ‘Uh oh...’ The little voice in your head said, ‘This isn’t gonna be good.’

 A slight feeling of panic arose in your chest at the thought that this might cost Peter his internship (or worse), so you quickly spoke up again, “Dad, whatever you’re thinking, please don’t end Peter’s internship because of this. I was the one who confessed that I liked him first. Plus, I see how hard he works for you. He just wants to make you proud and works harder than three quarters of the people you have working for you full time. If you wanna punish us for sneaking out, fine, but not at the cost of Peter’s internship.”

Both Peter and Tony had fallen silent and were staring at you; Peter in shock and pure adoration, Tony in curiosity and silence as he contemplated what you had said to him. Then, your father suddenly took a couple steps forward until he was almost chest-to-chest with Peter, looking more serious than you had seen him in a long time.

“Listen up, kid,” Tony spoke quietly, but with a sureness and authority that nobody would dare to question, “I don’t have any problems with you dating my daughter.”

Both your jaw and Peter’s would’ve hit the floor were it physically possible. This was definitely NOT what you were expecting your dad to say, nor was it anything close to how you expected him to react. 

“(Y/N)’s a tough cookie and can handle her own,” Tony glanced over at you, a small smile on his lips, “ and I know that if you hurt her, she’ll kick your ass herself. She is a Stark, after all. However, I’m still her dad. So, once (Y/N)’s done kicking your ass, then it’ll be my turn, and I just might make you regret being born if you hurt my daughter. Understand?”

Peter nodded quickly, and you could feel yourself slowly starting to relax. That is, until Tony continued, “I don’t have any problems with you dating (Y/N), Peter.” He clapped his hand onto Peter’s shoulder, “You’re a good kid. But I do have one condition.���

At that, you saw Peter stiffen up, as though he already knew what was coming. You watched the interaction between your dad and him carefully, your gaze bouncing between the two of them as you tried to figure out what was going to happen.

Tony glanced over at you, his brows furrowing as he turned back to Peter and said, “You need to tell (Y/N) the truth about who you are. About your internship. Everything.”

Those words made you freeze up; both Peter and your dad had been hiding something from you all this time? You felt shock coursing through your veins as you tried not to jump to conclusions, but your mind had already jumped.

“W-What do you mean, “the truth”? What’s happened? Who are you, Peter?” You spoke up, your voice filled panic and fear. 

After a couple moments of not meeting your eyes, Peter suddenly turned towards you and looked you right in the eyes, his voice quivering slightly as he struggled to stay calm, “I-I... I’m Spider-Man. That’s what my “internship” really is. Y-Your dad has been my mentor, of sorts, showing me the ropes of being a hero. Oh, God.. (Y- (Y/N), I’m really sorry. I should’ve told you earlier, I just... I didn’t want to scare you or worry you, I... I just wanted to protect you. I love you  more th-than anybody, anybody, I’ve ever met, and with everything that’s been happening lately, I-I just-”

Your body reacted way before your mind did, and you suddenly found yourself grabbing the front of Peter’s coat and tugging him down and cutting him off with a passionate kiss. Both Tony and Peter were surprised; this was NOT the reaction either of them was expecting. When you pulled away, you let go of Peter and simply stated, “I always had a suspicion you weren’t just a clutz, Peter. Thank you for telling me the truth. I just wished you had told me sooner.”

The shock of the revelation that you were dating Spider-Man hadn’t entirely set in yet, but for now, you just decided to tell him what you were thinking; “I love you, Spider-Man. A lot.”

Peter looked so relieved that he could cry, and he cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand before pulling you in for another, passionate kiss. One that said so many unspoken things. ‘I love you.’ ‘Thank you.” ‘I trust you.’ ‘Forgive me.’ You weren’t totally sure how things were going to be from now on, but in that moment, you didn’t really care. You knew that you and Peter would be able to handle anything that came your way. You would fight alongside him, tooth and nail, and be there to patch him up and comfort him when times got tough. You and Peter could do anything. 

“Ahem. I’m still here,” Tony cleared his throat, causing you and Peter to jump and break your kiss, both of you blushing violently, “And that’s still my daughter you’re kissing. If you two could keep the PDA to a minimum when I’m around, that’d be great. Thanks.”

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All By Myself (P.P./SM)

Prompt: For Jordan’s Title Challenge, “All To Myself”, plus “Do you think I liked hurting you?” + “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” from THIS Prompt List.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Banner!Reader

Words: 2119

Warnings: swearing? (Idk if I used swear words, but it’s possible...and most likely did happen), abandonment (sort of), slightly depressed reader

Notes: Jordan’s challenge is literally the only thing allowing me to write right now...it’s helping with my writer’s block, so thank you Jordan! As in the previous Peter one shot I did, we are pretending that Tony is still alive because that’s the only ending I accept. :)

After note: Some characters may be a little OOC from what you’ve seen in comics/movies/etc

You sighed as you entered the Avenger’s headquarters. Each day it got harder and harder to show up for training and debriefings and fun get togethers. How could you enjoy spending time with the old members of the team and the new members when you were working against them? Nick Fury had specifically asked you to monitor the members of the Avengers and the junior members and report back to him about any concerns. These concerns could range anywhere from them not being ready to go out in the field to someone possibly working for another agency. You were, essentially, a mole. 

The worst part was keeping it from Peter, your best friend. No matter how many times you told Fury that there were no problems with him, he still wouldn’t let you tell the hyper young adult. You looked at the statues of the fallen Avengers and let another quiet sigh leave your mouth. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. 

You found the gathered members of the team in the debrief room. Quietly taking your seat, you gave your father, Bruce Banner, a small smile. He returned the smile as the remaining members filed into the room. Peter took his seat next to you, flashing a bright smile. You gave him, what you hoped, was a convincing smile back. 

No one really knew why they were here. You had just gotten a message to come to the compound and meet in the debriefing room. Usually the message was sent by Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, or your father but this message hadn’t come from any of them. As Nick Fury entered, you felt yourself tense up. 

“Seems everyone’s here, we can get started,” he stated.

“Director, four members have yet to arrive,” Sam interrupted.

“I purposely didn’t call them to this meeting. If you will give me time to explain what this is all about, I can tell you why they aren’t here.” At the nods of those gathered, he continued. “It has been brought to my attention that there was information leaking about past and future cases that the team has dealt with. It seemed the information was sold to the highest bidder. This information included identities and files on those in the team. Because of the security breach, I entrusted only one other person with this knowledge in order to find the leak or leaks. Over the course of the past seven months, she has been feeding us information, big or small for me to file away and figure out who the possible leaks were. 

“I’m proud to say that because of her information we have found the four leaks. They are being dealt with as we speak. Everyone in this room has been cleared. With you being cleared, we can resume our regular activities including mission briefings and debriefings. Throughout the screening process, I have only given missions to those I thought trustworthy along with someone to watch over them to make sure nothing was leaked from those within the mission team. That is no longer needed.

“For the future, let us do a proper screening of those we decide to bring into the team. I don’t want a repeat of the past events. No more bringing in someone without the proper channels. That being said, we have four missions. Get into teams, pour over the information, get a plan together, and execute the mission.”

_____________________

You ran a hand over your face as you entered the compound after the successful mission. While it had been a successful mission, it had been filled with people shooting at the team, surprise weapons that didn’t look like much but kicked one hell of a punch, and jackasses that just made the job harder. You were tired. The stress filled months prior were catching up to you. 

As you walked into the debriefing room, all talking stopped. You looked up to see everyone staring at you with a mixture of glares and sadness. As the rest of your team piled through the door, they stopped. “Did we miss something,” Peter asked. 

“We thought about what Fury said during the debrief earlier. He had someone here constantly giving information to him, no matter how small it was. Anything we said or did while this person was around was fair game to be mentioned to Fury,” Sam stated.

“He said that they were always put on the mission with the teams to make sure none of the members leaked information, so we went through the records for the past seven months and guess who was involved in some way on all of them,” Wanda stalked closer. 

Your body tensed slightly. Fury had promised you that none of this would fall on you. That you were safe as long as you did as he said. “I can’t believe that you would break our trust like that, kid. Especially mine. I helped raise you, (Y/N),” Tony’s voice held a resentment you had never heard before.

“It wasn’t like I had a say in it. When Nick Fury tells you to do something or else, you tend to do it,” you finally responded. 

“What, you couldn’t tell me? I’m your father,” Bruce’s voice rose as he spoke. 

You looked away from him and responded calmly. “If you had been a leak, you would have gotten word out to everyone what I was doing. I was told I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want to do it. I told him ‘no’ multiple times, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. I’m sorry if you feel betrayed by it.”

“You thought I was a leak,” Peter finally spoke from behind you.

“Of course I didn’t,” you turned to face him. “All I ever told Fury about you was that you weren’t the leak. I only told him good things about you because you don’t do anything wrong.”

“But if I had stepped out of line just once, you would have told him about it?”

“Peter-”

“Wow...I actually thought we were friends.”

“Peter-”

“No, I don’t want to hear it (Y/N). Some of the things I told you, I said them in confidence and you most likely told Fury everything. I can’t trust you after that.”

Before you could respond, he walked out. “I never reported everything to him. After the first three months, I focused in on ten people. Two months after that I had it down to the four that Fury was talking about today.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that we trusted you and you betrayed that trust,” Wanda responded.

“If it wasn’t me, it was bound to be someone else.”

“So you just took one for the team,” Sam scoffed. 

“I did what I had to do,” even to you, your responses sounded dull and bland. You were just so tired...so, so tired. 

“I think that’s all of the answers we needed. Majority voted to relieve you of your place on the team. Take whatever you’ve left here and don’t come back, kid,” Tony sighed.

It took you a second to process what Tony had said. Your mouth opened in a protest, but quickly shut itself at the looks you saw on the faces of the original members’ faces. You nodded and turned, leaving the room and the people in it behind. If they couldn’t see the big picture, there was no use in you arguing with them.

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Four Weeks Later

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the apartment. It had been four weeks since you last saw him. Four weeks since he walked out without a proper explanation. Four weeks since you last talked to him. You heard someone behind the door and assumed they were looking through the peephole. “Go away,” it was muffled through the door, but you knew it was Peter. 

“Knocking was really only a formality. I can break down the door if that’s what you want me to do,” you responded. You had to talk to him...had to explain to him. These past weeks had been killing you.

You couldn’t hear anything happening behind the door. You held your breath as you hoped he would at least let you explain better than you had previously before trying to kick you out. Slowly, the door opened and Peter’s frame filled the gap. His arms crossed and he leaned against the door jam. “You have two minutes.”

You nodded. “Should we go inside so that not just anyone can hear this?” He moved slightly to let you in. You moved to sit on the couch and he followed, standing in front of you. “You remember when I did that stupid thing ten months ago where my identity almost got out along with some high priority SHIELD secrets? And we thought that Fury hadn’t found out? Well, he knew about it. Two months later, when he came to me the first time about reporting in on everyone on the team, I told him no. I didn’t stay to hear any more of his speech. 

“He followed up a couple of days later and did his whole pitch again. This time he mentioned that I owed him because he let a lot of my mistakes slide in the past. Again, I turned him down. A week later, he comes back when it was just me in the lab. He says everything he did the last session and adds in details of my huge stupidity those few months before. He says that if that got out, I wouldn’t work with the team anymore. I was going to tell him to go to hell, but then he mentioned how much of a danger these leaks were to you and the team. He went into detail about it saying that you could get captured or killed, that because of all of the secrets getting out, no one would be safe. He told me that I could help prevent that. He told me that none of it would fall back on me. Told me he would take the heat.”

You paused for a second to gage Peter’s reaction. His mouth was turned into a frown and he was avoiding looking directly at you. “After those first few months, I kept telling him that you weren’t the leak. I kept asking if I could tell you. The reason I gave him was that it would go by faster if two people were looking for the leaks, but the real reason is because I hated not telling you everything. He told me that I had to keep it all to myself. Said if I didn’t, I’d hurt everyone I cared about because the leaks would probably hear about it. I’m sorry Peter.” 

It was silent while you let everything sink in. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously. Peter turned away from you and walked over to the kitchen, shaking his head. “So you just followed his orders blindly? When have you ever blindly followed orders? When given orders you’re more like Mr. Stark, you take them into consideration and then do your own thing. What hurt the most was the fact that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. You know that I wouldn’t tell anyone else,” he growled out. 

“Do you think I liked lying to you? Do you think I like hurting you? Lying to and hurting you were the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I never meant for you to find out the way you did...I care about you Peter. I wanted to tell you myself...I was planning on telling everyone after the leaks were taken care of,” you took a shaky breath, “I’m sorry.”

“I am too.” He was silent as he placed his hands on the counter, leaning on it. He tapped his fingers on the counter before looking at you directly for the first time since you’d shown up. “That’s a lot of information to take in. I need to think about it a while. I think it would be best if you left, I’m expecting some of the team over soon.”

You held his gaze before looking away, keeping your tears at bay as you nodded. Slowly, you stood up and walked to the door. “I hope that even if you don’t forgive me for everything, we could maybe start over later on. I understand things will never be completely the same...but I would hate to lose you forever.”

You opened the door and walked out, not looking back as your tears started to fall. It was official, at least for now, you were all by yourself.

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