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sadachmesarthim · 3 years

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towers for your honeycomb chapter 3: no i do not condone underage drinking i just think it's a good plot devic-

content: the boys have One Beer Each™, peter both sets and completely ignores his own boundaries, author remembers the communion chapter from "how to read literature like a professor" and bastardizes it, both of them have anxiety but neither say anything about it, smoking

words: 2k song: outskirts of paradise - bad suns

Looking Tony in the eye was like staring at the sun. Peter could barely hold his gaze, always finding an excuse to turn away.

He was sat in front of the other man a few weeks later, sharing drinks and pizza at a new brewery down the road. It’d cost him his liquor license, and potentially a clean record, if anyone found out, but Richie (their most beloved regular) offered to let the pair try the latest house brew if they ever swung through.

Peter wasn’t one for beer, but he’d accepted Tony’s invite anyway.

He wasn’t entirely sure why. Since their fight, they’d worked all of maybe three hours together. No other shifts, they avoided each other at meetings, and neither were particularly willing to reach out off the clock and apologize.

It was like the world was screaming at them to stay away from each other.

Peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen.

After his shift that morning, Peter found Tony outside, leaning up against the hood of his car & working through his second cigarette. He drummed on the side of his thigh, keeping his empty hand busy as he waited for Peter to come out. Tony jumped at the sight of him, tossing the half finished cig down a storm drain.

“You know those lead straight to the ocean, right?” There was more amusement than anger behind his words. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what Tony was up to, but he was too tired to start shit. He crossed to the passenger side of his car, tossing his belongings to the floor.

“Even if it didn’t go through the city’s filtration system – fuck the fish.” Peter rolled his eyes. Funny as he was, Tony always had to be contradictory.

“Don’t you have, like, a school of them on your shoulder?” Tony’s normally visible salmon tattoos were safely tucked away behind a denim jacket Peter’d never seen before.

“Irrelevant.” Peter rounded the hood and turned, facing the other man. “Did you need something or were you just here to argue about my town’s plumbing system?” He huffed the words out, arms crossing in front of his chest expectantly.

“I, uh…” He suddenly went silent. The ground crunched under Tony’s feet, gravel scraping asphalt under his shoes. They were a rattier pair he owned – more tape than sole, oil staining the canvas.

“I wanted to know if you’d come to lunch with me. Today. Like, right now?” He hesitated at the last few words, like he wasn’t sure he could say them out loud. “I, uh. I’m pretty sure I have some things to say to you, and Richie’s got some good stuff waiting for us at the Pub House…”

Peter was astounded. “Who are you, and what have you done with my Tony?” My Tony? What? “I- why should I trust you? I’m sure as hell not getting in a car with you.”

Tony’s face fell. A bit of- what, disappointment? flew across his face. Peter would’ve missed it had he not been staring, impatient for his answer. Tony, floundering at the rejection, couldn’t give him one.

“Okay, maybe- how about this. I’ll think about it. Give me five minutes to go wash up and I’ll be back.” He turned & headed inside, not waiting for a response.

The cool water felt good against his burning, salt-stained cheeks. Peter hadn’t realized just how tired he was – opens had always taken it out of him, and the early spring temperatures didn’t always prevent the stand from turning into a heater during rush hour.

The soap in the stand was always too fragrant for his taste, but it did the job – it felt good to wash away the day’s work and come back looking like a new man. He smoothed his eyebrows down and dried himself off, wetting his hair a bit as he finished.

He wound up with grind in it again, brushing it out with a comb he found in the first aid kit. One of these days he was going to have to start wearing hats to work. Shampooing his hair every single day was taking its toll on his curls, and he wasn’t a fan of burnt coffee smell.

Stepping back, he squinted into the warped mirror in front of him. Much better.

Back outside, Tony’d lit up his third cigarette of the day. The shakes’d largely abandoned him, allowing his anxiety to drift inward. The sticks only did so much – he missed the higher, stronger hit of his Suorin, but he was trying to quit (ironically enough).

He was actually able to finish this one by the time Peter made his way back outside, looking significantly better without $5 worth of product on his face.

“Okay, some rules.” He came up, stopping just short of Tony. “You’re paying for both of us. We leave whenever I want, without complaint. We go straight there and come straight back - it’s eight blocks, I don’t want any bullshit scenic routes.” His tone was firm – something Tony’d never encountered with him before.

“Yes. Yes, anything. Okay.”

Tony’s car was a lot nicer than Peter anticipated. He’d recently sold his truck, swapping it for a silver Mini Cooper instead. It was a pretty little thing, just up his alley.

It was also fucking obnoxious. He’d bought it with a modified exhaust and had plans to make it even louder. You could almost always hear him coming, little pop pop pops audible for quite a ways.

It was… less clean than Peter expected. Tony was always so well put together, so well-maintained - seeing stray gum wrappers and drink cups littered around the interior was almost jarring. He didn’t realize he was staring until Tony spoke up.

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Peter nodded. He silently took in his new surroundings, nerves on fire. He’d never done well around strangers, in new places. His mind’d always screamed at him, danger unsafe bad run, overriding his sensibilities.

“Hey, are you good? I can take you back if you need.” They’d barely left the Outback parking lot.

“No- no, I think I’ll be okay. Just… not where I thought I’d end up when I woke up today, y’know?” Peter tried to laugh it off, but he’d always been pretty transparent.

Tony turned a corner, cutting back into the lot they just came from and turning the car off. “Seriously, Peter. If you don’t want to come to lunch with me just say so. I’ll take you back to your car and we can pretend it never happened.” Okay, seriously, who the fuck is this guy and what did he do with Tony?

“No, I- I think I’m okay. Seriously. Let’s just go and get it over with - I kinda want to hear you grovel anyway.” He settled further into his seat, failing to shake away the agitation.

The flatbread was actually really good. It was more of a hipster take on pizza - white sauce and pearl onions definitely making it stand out - but it wasn’t a bad lunch by any means.

The beer definitely wasn’t Peter’s favorite. He was barely sipping by, trying hard to keep a straight face as he swallowed. Damn Richie anyway.

It’d started off awkward enough - discussing where to sit, small talk about their week, the weather. It felt more like a bad first date than an apology, but-

“I really am sorry. For what happened in the fridge.”

Oh.

“Okay. Why?” Peter tightened the hand around his glass, bracing for Tony’s next words.

“I.. I was kind of an asshole when I was younger, too. I figured I could make a fresh start here with a brand new town of people that didn’t know or assume anything about me.

“I was doing okay for a little while, too, but I don’t know man I just.. something happened and I just- I don’t know why I’m a dick to you. But I’m trying not to be. This is that, like, ‘first step’, I guess?” Peter nodded along, attentive.

"So, I don't know. I'm sorry for being a dick to you at work. I'm sorry for being a dick to the girls. I shouldn't yell at you or drag your family into this bullshit - I'm sorry, Peter."

There it was again, that name. His first fucking name.

“I- thank you, Tony. It’s a start, and I certainly haven’t forgiven you, but… thank you. Seriously.” Tony sighed, shoulders visibly relaxing. Peter let go of his glass and wiped it off, standing and walking around to Tony’s side of the table.

“Okay then, time for a do-over! Hi, I’m Peter Parker. I’m 19 and I’ve worked at Outback North Espresso for a little over 9 months. What’s your name?” He stuck his hand out, waiting for Tony to make the next move.

Tony laughed, pushing his chair back and standing to meet the other teen. “Okay, uh, I’m Tony Stark, I’m 18, and I’ve worked at Outback for almost 6. Nice to re-meet you, Peter.” He shook Peter’s hand, awestruck at just how soft it was. He quickly steeled his face and sat back down, releasing Peter and allowing him to do the same.

Once he was sat back down at his side, Peter looked up, confused. “Wait, you’re still 18?”

Tony laughed. “Not for long. My birthday’s at the end of next month.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m older than you!”

Tony rolled his eyes. “That’s - it’s literally three months, that barely counts.”

Their debate lasted well into the afternoon, alongside several other discussions. Peter’s childhood in Richland, and what it was like growing up there. What Federal Way was like, and why Tony left. Peter could tell he was remaining intentionally vague, but didn’t push it.

Their beers were warm and the pizza was long gone by the time they abandoned their table. Tony guided him out the back, hand high on his arm.

Once they were back in the car, Peter’s anxiety returned. It was like he’d spent the last few hours speaking to a completely different person, and now that he was sitting mere inches from Tony…

He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He wasn’t… sure, exactly. What it was.

Tony spoke up when he noticed the tension in his passenger seat.

“Hey, we’ll get you back to your car soon, I promise. Eight blocks, remember?” His right hand made its way to Peter’s knee, digging soft circles into the denim. Just like in the fridge.

“Please don’t- don’t touch me. Without asking.” It came out harsher than intended.

“Okay, all good. No worries. We’re like, two minutes away.” Tony eased off the clutch, turning right out of the parking lot and onto the road. The windows rolled down and Peter let his head fall back in relief. Fresh air always helped him clear his head.

It really was a short drive - right turn, left turn, right turn - and they were back at Peter’s car. The doors unlocked, and he was out in an instant. A bit too fast to be respectful, if he was being honest, but he knew he needed out. Tony stopped him before he was able to get in his car.

“Hey, for real. Thank you for today. I’m sorry if it was too much.”

Peter looked over and down to meet his eyes. “I- yeah, of course. No, yeah, thank you. For the apology. I’m sorry I freaked out on you. But no this- it was good. Yeah. Thank you, Tony.”

He turned, unlocking the door and closing it before either could say anything else. After turning the key he sped off, without throwing even a glance behind him.

Tony watched as Peter peeled away, reaching for the box of Pall Malls in his cupholder. He lit one, shifting into first and heading in the opposite direction.

Not bad. Not good, but not bad.

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tabloidtoc · 3 years

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National Examiner, April 12

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Cover: Mark Harmon quitting NCIS

Page 2: Stars Who Rock Around the Clock -- they believe in the healing power of crystals -- Naomi Campbell, Shirley MacLaine, Adele, Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, Uma Thurman

Page 3: Debra Messing, Goldie Hawn and Kate Hudson, Megan Fox, Katy Perry, Gisele Bundchen

Page 4: Eddie Murphy's roles and costumes

Page 6: George Clooney is turning 60 in May, and he says being an older dad to toddlers has its benefits -- his son isn't ever going to feel competitive with him and he'll be gumming his bread by the time he'd feel competitive with him, jokes the Oscar-winning actor, whose twins Ella and Alexander turn 4 in June -- George is well aware that growing up with two highly accomplished parents (his wife Amal Clooney is a successful human rights lawyer) can put a lot of pressure on a kid and that's why the couple is already guiding Ella and Alexander with strong values and kind hearts because George says it's their job to make sure that they care about people and that they challenge people in power and look out for people who don't have power and those are the things he was raised with -- the known prankster is also passing the practical joke tradition down to the next generation and he taught Alexander to take a piece of banana, chew it up and then spit it into a napkin, then stand next to him mom, pretend to blow his nose into it and look down until Mama looks at it, then eat it

Page 7: Partridge Family star Shirley Jones turned 87, and she's brimming over with gratitude for her wonderful life that's been chock-full of extraordinary experiences -- she says you have to have a good time and enjoy life to the fullest and before you know it you'll be 87 -- Shirley has three sons (her stepson David Cassidy died in 2017) and 13 grandchildren

Page 8: Take your etiquette test for tea with Queen Elizabeth

Page 9: Brain foods that may help prevent dementia

* Study says new drug slows Alzheimer's

Page 10: Jennifer Garner recently opened up about her real feelings on her body -- she's 48 and single and has three children with ex-husband Ben Affleck: daughters Violet and Seraphina and son Samuel -- in a recent interview, she admitted that her body has changed a lot since having three kids and she doesn't mind one little bit, even though she was hurt when a friend hinted she may be expecting again, saying there are some women whose bodies just, no matter how many babies they have, they bounce right back to that slim-hipped, no stomach and she has so many girlfriends who have that physique and she's so happy for them, but she's not one of them and she can work really hard and she can be really fit and she will still look like a woman who's had three babies and she always will

Page 11: 6 stomach symptoms you should never ignore -- catch problems before the become deadly

Page 12: After more than two decades, James Brolin says he's discovered the way to keep his marriage to Barbra Streisand going strong: negotiation -- it's taken two marriages and 22 years for him to figure it out and he and his wife have gotten so close being locked down together -- his mother was the sweetest person so he never really learned to negotiate with women but now he knows if you sit down and talk about a situation, you can work it out

Page 14: Dear Tony, America's Top Psychic Healer -- don't make snap judgments; you may lose the perfect mate -- Tony predicts a very hot summer coming and a lot more street crime

Page 15: Folks getting their COVID-19 vaccinations at the Berkshire Community College in Massachusetts got a shocking treat: a mini-concert from world-famous cellist Yo-Yo Ma -- while waiting out his 15-minute observation period, the musician sat down to play a socially distant symphony for his fellow inoculees

Page 16: Duchess Kate is never seen without a purse, but what exactly does she keep inside it? There's quite a history between royal women and their handbags: Princess Diana used her clutch bag to cover her cleavage from prying photographers, Queen Elizabeth moves her handbag from one arm to the other to signal to her staff when she's bored of chatting with someone, and Kate carries her bag in her left hand so she can keep her right hand free to greet and shake hands with guests and she holds her bag in front of her when shaking hands might be awkward -- according to royal protocol pre-pandemic, Kate must extend her hand first for another person to shake hands with her, so if she prefers to just smile instead of touching other folks, she uses her clutch to do that -- author Marcia Moody who wrote Kate: A Biography, says the duchess always carries four must-have items: in her small clutch, she carries a compact mirror, a handkerchief, blotting paper and lip balm and every now and then, if she's going to attend a tennis match, for example, Kate will carry a pair of sunglasses -- unlike Queen Elizabeth, whose purses come from a company called Launer, the duchess favors different brands, but mostly a company called Mulberry -- nowadays with three small children, the mom gravitates toward midsize bags with handles because she's got to take more items with her like a handy bunch of tissues, good for wiping little noses and faces, and also takes her camera along

Page 18: William Shatner confesses that when he starred in Star Trek during the mid-60s, he had no idea it would become a worldwide phenomenon still popular today -- Shatner, who turned 90 in March, says it's unimaginable and it's all beyond anybody's imagination or ability to repeat and the greatest thing about being the captain of the Enterprise for three years was his relationship with the cast and the roles were written so well

Page 19: Brandy is a one-in-a million cat because those are the odds she'd ever be found again after she went missing 15 years ago -- when Charles got the phone call from a California animal shelter that his missing pet has been found, he could scarcely believe his ears and the Los Angeles man was skeptical and thought it must be a mistake but he had made sure the two-month-old kitten had a microchip and sure enough, the malnourished stray they found was his Brandy -- Charles did break down and cry because he thought about all of the years he lost from her and when he picked her up, she started to purr and it was very emotional

Page 20: Mark Harmon finally lured wife Pam Dawber out of retirement to star alongside him on NCIS, but the pairing will be short-lived because he's leaving the show after 18 hit seasons -- the 69-year-old star is finally fed up with the backbreaking hours, endless rehearsals, and feuds with cast and crew, and plans to ride off into the sunset with Pam and retire to the couple's Montana Ranch -- Mark's contract is up after season 18, and he's agonized over whether to sign a new one and he's being offered the moon and the stars to come back for a few more seasons, but he says his heart just isn't in it and Mark has faced problems on the set over the past few years and he feels his age, he just doesn't need the aggravation anymore -- NCIS recently teased a possible departure of his character Leroy Gibbs when the special agent commander was suspended for assaulting and nearly killing a suspect but despite that, Harmon insists Gibbs not be killed off so he can leave the door open for a possible return

Page 22: Legendary actor Michael Caine just turned 88 and he's still going strong, starring in an upcoming comedy Best Sellers and says he knows he's old but he doesn't feel old, not in his head, where it matters

Page 24: They say money doesn't buy happiness, but what do people spend their money on that can buy happiness? You don't need millions of dollars to afford the things that happy people buy to stay that way and studies show that anything over $75,000 a year in income is gravy, which means yachts, jewels, second homes and art collections are not at all required -- the best thing to drop your cash on is experiences and doing is better than having and in other words, an object you own will never give you the consistent pleasure of an experience that creates good memories that live on forever -- also the best experiences are the ones that involve other people like having a picnic with family, going rafting with pals, or even just walking and talking with an exercise buddy

Page 25: Freshen Your Fridge -- make a clean start with this 5-step plan

Page 26: Tony's Mystic World -- may the force be with you -- the life force can be drained out of you by fear or worry

Page 28: Sensational Snaps From Around the World -- photo contest captures amazing sights

Page 31: When to trash it -- the useful lifespan of refrigerated food

Page 32: It's been 40 years since Marilu Henner starred on the hit sitcom Taxi, but the great memories and wonderful co-stars are always on her mind because she's still pals with them -- they always stayed in touch with each other and never lost touch and do a Taxi Zoom every two months and they're all very current with each other and they have a text chain as well and they're in contact every week -- Marilu is close with cast members Tony Danza, Judd Hirsch, Danny DeVito, Christopher Lloyd and Carol Kane

Page 33: Garth Brooks is overjoyed wife Trisha Yearwood has finally bounced back from her bout with COVID-19 -- she seems to be 100 percent, according to Garth, and at the end there during fatigue she got real impatient, really kind of mean and sassy and he thought well, she's back to herself -- after announcing in February that Trisha had the coronavirus and Garth said he had tested negative

Page 40: The grass is always greener when you use these simple gardening tips

* Avoid cat-astrophe -- the right way to add a stray

Page 42: 10 things you never knew about Glenn Close -- the wildly successful actress turned 74 in March

Page 44: Eyes on the Stars -- Sylvester Stallone and wife Jennifer Flavin leave a Florida hotel (picture), Jane Seymour is still looking on the bright side even as the world continues to weather the pandemic, one year after the death of Kenny Rogers his family thanked fans as they honored his life, Sharon Stone is dishing dirt about her Hollywood past in her recently released memoir like one moviemaker who told her to have sex with a male co-star to improve their on-screen chemistry, 28-year-old twins Lady Amelia and Lady Eliza Spencer who are the nieces of Princess Diana recently stepped out in South Africa as bridesmaids for fellow high society girl Leila Osato, director Christopher Columbus pooh-poohed internet rumors about the existence of an NC-17 cut of Mrs. Doubtfire but he did confirm there's an unreleased R-rated version

Page 45: Good Morning America co-host Cecilia Vega mugs it up for the camera on the morning show (picture), Gretta Monahan gets out of a car (picture), longtime GMA veteran Robin Roberts displays her ever-present sunny side on the set (picture), the Hollywood Hills home of Johnny Depp recently had some uninvited guests when a man was spotted loitering by the property's pool but ran off after being confronted by a neighbor and not much later Johnny's security team called police about another unwanted visitor who had taken a shower and helped himself to the actor's booze, Elsa Pataky has been married to Chris Hemsworth for 10 years and says patience and communication and understanding are what help their relationship be successful

Page 46: A Texas man has helped thousands of people by donating his blood platelets a staggering 962 times over the past 37 years

Page 47: Celebrity Weddings Gone Wrong -- Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively, Cameron Diaz and Benji Madden, Nicky Hilton and James Rothschild, Chrissy Teigen and John Legend, Jessica Simpson and Eric Johnson, Freddie Prinze Jr. and Sarah Michelle Gellar, Katherine Heigl and Josh Kelley

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A/N I do not own any of the main plot line or characters of Marvel. Those rights are reserved for the creators. Thank you.

Peter x adult!reader

You were nervous to say the least. You looked at the clock on your wall again. It was probably only 15 minutes until they would arrive. You sighed. Mae and Peter are coming over for dinner. It's only been a few months since Tony's funeral and you can't say you were coping well. Natasha...Tony... Steve... all gone. Steve wasn't dead, but he seemed on the verge of it due to his old age now, but either way you weren't ready to let him go either. It felt like you were robbed of so much time you could have spent with him. He always was my most understanding fake uncle/dad/brother...or whatever you wanted to consider him. It didn't matter how you felt though, it's what makes him happy and you have to respect that... even if internally you weren't ready to bury another one of your family members. These people helped raise you and it broke your heart to see how your family got so much smaller.

Clint made more of an appearance in your life after the events, however. After Nat died you both found great comfort and grieving her death together. He became your new outlet to vent, which had previously belonged to Steve. Actually, this whole dinner was Clint's idea. It was something that was meant to clear the air between Peter and I.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to the voice and saw my fiancé of 8 months standing in the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with a concerned, but supportive smile.

"No..." I admit. "I've faced mass genocide, the largest war to human kind, and losing most of my family all at once... and yet... I've never been more nervous than I am right now."

"What do you think is going to happen?" (f/n) says.

"I don't know... I know it's really not that big of a deal compared to what we've all gone through before, but for some reason I can't bear to see Peter so upset with me. It...Just...It hurts my heart. I can't explain it." you say putting your face into your hands.

"I understand... and to be honest I think it is... a big deal." (f/n) says walking over and placing his hands on my arms gently. "So many families have been disrupted by the blip. Parents seeing their children all grown up all of a sudden, couples having larger age gaps and who have grieved and moved on, people who have blipped and realized that their loved ones that have remained here passed away in that what seemed to be moments they've been gone...in which it was actually years."

You looked up at him. He gave a small smile. "You are not the only one struggling to adjust in these weird times and grieving the lost time. I'm sure Peter is just as confused and nervous as you are. He was your boyfriend, your lover. You guys were very close and I'm sure when he came back from the blip he still thought you were the same as ever... only to realize that it wasn't the case."

"He saw me for the first time at Tony's funeral...and he wouldn't even talk to me. He just stared at me... almost like he was afraid of me." The sentence came out like it was a soft whisper, but ended with just pain and hurt in it.

"Is that a bad thing?" (f/n) asked. "Wouldn't you be? I know I would, especially if I was just a 16 year old kid."

"No no...No... You're right. I honestly should be thinking about him too. He's probably shell shocked and I'm just worried about myself." You take a deep breath and gave a slight bitter chuckle. "I'm the adult here. I've matured and learned to cope. I shouldn't be the one who's scared here."

"I think it's okay for you both to be scared. Don't worry, though. I'll be there and Mae will be there to help. Clint says he'll be standing by if you need help." It was at that moment, the doorbell rang making you jump. "You got this. I promise."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to answer the door. You mulled over his words for a moment before sucking in a breath and following him. As you walked through your living room you reached up and began fixing your hair as you walked. You wanted to make sure you at least looked like you weren't a complete mess, but you were on the inside. A horrible, grieving, pitiful, shawarma and ice cream eating mess.

I wore black. It was my go to color. Not because I was sad or grieving, but because it is the most convenient color and showed so much class while also hiding your shame. There was very little the color black couldn't hide. You were grateful that when you joined SHIELD and the main uniform color was black. You cut your hair shorter and mostly wore it up in a tight seamless bun for work, but tonight it is in its full glory. Your fiancé wore basic white button up and black pants. He had on a tie before, but you supposed it was bothering him so he took it off. At least he put on the black blazer as well. You never liked the tie anyway. It was just something Steve had said one time that was necessary for important events. He taught (f/n) how to tie it and everything.

You stood beside (f/n) a little ways back as you were bit afraid. He opened the door and there stood Mae, Peter, and shockingly Happy smiling back. Peter actually wasn't smiling. He wasn't even looking at neither you nor (y/n). His gaze was to the side towards the floor. It was clear that he wasn't ready to face reality either. Your eyes moved back to the group as a whole. "Happy, what are you doing here?" You- asked stretching out a smile that may have seemed a little forced.

"Well, I was just popping over to the Parker residence from visiting Pepper and Morgan, and Mae invited me to come along, so I thought I haven't seen you in a while and there was no harm in dropping by as well. I wanted to see what you've been up to and what not." Happy nodded with a big smile. He leaned close and half whispered "Mae thought that you all could use as much help as you could get with this weird situation anyway."

"O-oh... okay... well um. Thanks for coming. I'm sure it's appreciated." You internally cursed. More people to witness the horror that will be this dinner. You turned your attention to Mae. "Hi, Mae." You smiled a bit and you could tell she already had tears pricking her eyes and she held out her arms for a big hug. She gave you tight motherly squeeze and rubbed your back. "Hi, Honey. Gosh, you've gotten so big. You just look absolutely beautiful."

"Yes. Thank you. It's been so long since I've seen you... Well I suppose not to you." You attempted a joke to lighten the mood. She and Happy laughed though that joke didn't seem to land well with Peter as he didn't laugh and only seemed to be made more uncomfortable.

Your eyes did fixate on Peter now and the silence of the group became thick and very tense. He wasn't saying anything and you bit your lip. "Hey...Peter." Your voice was softer and sounded week. He looked exactly the same. Young baby face with wispy brown hair that seemed to like to hang in his face depending how it fell. He did a pretty good job at keeping it combed back, however. His brown eyes finally looked back at you and widened just slightly. You looked so much different, yet, exactly the same. For starters, the makeup. That was so much more new. You never wore makeup. You were perfectly happy with the nude appearance of your face. Although you weren't wearing much makeup it was still prevalent that you had some on, but just enough to look clean and classy. Your hair wasn't as super long as you had it when you were younger. It was always down and long and it was a daily struggle for you to keep it maintained and out of paint or your food at lunch. You were always getting it caught in your mouth or finding random strands of it on your clothing or in your stuff. He remembered how sometimes when he kissed you your hair would get caught between their lips. It was embarrassing then, but now he missed it. Now it was cut much shorter and seemed more tamed. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not. It didn't matter, however, for some reason in Peter's mind it made you look all the much more mature and older. Everything about you seemed older and mature. Your body was different. Slightly wider hips and a bit larger breasts. He probably wouldn't have noticed either difference if it wasn't for the dress you were wearing... or for the matter that you were wearing a dress at all. Dresses and skirts weren't your forte last time he saw you. You said they restricted you from doing the things you wanted to do. No, leggings and jeans covered in paint, pen marks, sharpies was what you wore on a daily basis along with an oversized hoody of some sort. Peter looked down at the ground. He noticed you weren't wearing any shoes. He cracked a slight side smile. At least that was one thing that didn't changed about you. You always hated wearing shoes. It didn't matter where you were or the temperature outside. Shoes were never the priority for you. You always carried a pair and wore them when you had to, but if they bothered you too much or you just found them unnecessary you'd kick them off and immediately toss them in your backpack. So many times you'd walk down the school halls bare foot with some type of drawing that you drew on them from being bored in class. Peter always thought that little quirk was cute. He could actually see a little tattoo on the side of your foot, but couldn't make it out in that moment. In fact when he looked closer, he saw that both your feet looked slightly different from each other. He wasn't quite sure, but it seemed the foot with the tattoo seemed somewhat off. He just wasn't sure what was different.

His voice finally decided to make an appearance. "Hey... again..." It didn't come out as strong as he wanted it to, but it came out enough for her to hear.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Uh..." He didn't have anything to say. He just gave an awkward nod and a generic 'ok'. He wasn't ready to talk. You backed off and looked at the group as a whole once more.

"Oh um... everyone. This is my fiancé, (f/n)" you said stepping back and introducing your now future husband. Peter's face immediately dropped. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between you and your fiancé in an almost panicked state. He couldn't believe it. You had found someone else. You had left him.

"Hi, everyone." (f/n) smiled and waved and shook everyone's hand, except Peter who didn't even attempt to raise his hand. His face now stared wide eyed at your fiancé who waited patiently for his hand in return. Mae nudged Peter's arm and he blinked a couple of times in realization and took (f/n)'s hand to shake. "Oh yeah um sorry... it's nice to meet you." He says politely trying to cover up how frazzled he was for a moment.

"Well, everyone. Why don't you come inside?" You say and step to the side allowing everyone to filter into your home.

"Wow... fancy." Happy says looking around at stuff.

"Happy, you knew I lived here." You say unamused.

"I've never seen the inside, though." He commented back.

"So how long have you lived here?" Mae asks looking at the light fixtures.

"3 years or so now." You say watching them. "I know it's much different than that dingy apartment I was at before."

"Yeah um.... How did you get a place like this?" Peter asks quietly.

"Uh well... with my new job and the housing being cheaper from the blip and-"

"Tony bought it." Happy commented bluntly cutting you off.

You sighed. "Yes. Tony bought and designed it for me. My job at SHIELD lets me be able to pay for it."

"You work at SHIELD?" peter asks glancing back at you.

"Yes. Head of the entire global security and protection program. Also, I'm a public advocate for the international super powered and mutated community." You say with a bit of pride.

"Wow that sounds like a very high position." Mae says.

"It can be, I suppose." You shrug your shoulders.

"You've certainly come a long way since you were young." Mae says a little sad.

"I think everyone who was left here during the blip has. It just depends on if they came a long way for the better or worse. That depends on the person." You state glancing at Happy. "Right, Happy?"

"Yeah. There's been a lot of people who dropped over the edge since that, but also a lot of people who've thrived since then. We've seen it all." Happy says skeptically looking at one of the vases you had on your counter. You walked over and took the vase from Happy's hands. "Why don't we all sit down before you break something." You says putting the vase back down where it was.

"Where did you get that? It's hideous." Happy says moving towards the sofa.

"It came with the house." You stated.

"Why'd you keep it?" Happy says scrunching up his nose.

"Don't worry about it." You say ushering him to the couch.

"I happen to like it. I think it's... unique." Mae says admiring it from afar as she sat next to Happy and Peter on one of the sofas. You and (f/n) sat across from them on the other. He gave them each glasses of water in case they got thirsty. You hadn't seen him even go into the kitchen to get them.

"Oh yeah... I mean... if you look at it that way then I guess it's pretty nice." Happy says backtracking and taking a pert sip of the water he was just given. Your eyes furrow as you look between Happy and Mae. You glance at Peter who also seems confused at the interaction.

"Okay...so Happy. What were you doing at the Parker residence?" you ask Happy with a smirk.

"Oh you know. Just checking in. See how Peter is doing." Happy says not so casually.

"I see." You say as your eyes look back at Peter. "So, Peter."

"Huh?" he asks a little startled by my turn of attention to him. The water in his cup sloshing at the sudden movement. "How are you doing?"

"Oh um... okay, I guess." He responds nodding. That was it. The entire highlight of the conversation between us for the rest of the time. The rest of the time he and you both remained quiet and only spoke when spoken too. You were hurt. He was hurt. You could tell. Not only because you know him, but because teenagers tend to have less of a poker face when they're upset. No matter how hard they try to hide it, it usually slips through that they are emotional in that moment. You have learned to control that side of you a lot better. You are no longer that emotional and even if you were, you've learned to hide it a lot better. Your face remains impassive, but you sit there thinking that perhaps he doesn't need impassive. He needs something to know that you are feeling much of the same feelings he is feeling. You just don't know what to say.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet?" Mae asks setting her glass on the coffee table in front of us. Peter's attention becomes more alert at the question. It was obvious he was wondering the same thing. Just when did this happen?

"Oh no. I don't mind. I suppose that is one of the big elephant questions in the room." You say a little nervously.

"We met in physical therapy. We had the same Therapist and she brought all her patients together for group stretching once a week. It was something that was set up through a volunteer group for people with superpowers and mutations. I can't exactly remember the name, but it was group that helped with the devastation after the snap. They helped clean up and got people out of crisis and arranged for a lot of the people with powers who were injured to receive medical attention and physical therapy from medical professionals that had mutations of some sort as to not expose us or risk exploitation. Do you remember the volunteer organization's name?" (f/n) asked looking at me.

"It wasn't an organization. It was a school, I believe. Dr. Xavier ran the school. He's quite the man. I talk to him every now and again, but I haven't heard from him quite a while. He's part of the reason I got my foot in the door for advocating for those with superpowers or mutants as they call them." You state.

"Interesting. What were you going to physical therapy for?" Mae asked. "Or what I mean is, what happened?"

"Well I was on a train in New York with my sister and mother when people starting dusting away. I suppose the conductor was one of those people because our train never stopped and crashed full force into one of the buildings and derailed us from the tracks over a bridge, it sent us crashing into the streets. My mother died on impact, but I was able to protect my sister with my body. I can turn my body into different materials, so I was able to keep most of the things away from her and she just had a couple of broken bones, but I didn't move fast enough because I got a metal rod straight through the chest. It broke right near my sternum. I had no clue why or how I was still alive. I thought I was going to die in there for sure until some of the students from that school showed up." (f/n) unbuttoned his shirt half way to show the large star like shaped scar right in the center of his chest.

"That's awesome..." Happy muttered looking in awe at his scar before getting nudged in the shoulder by Mae. "I mean terrible. Truly terrible. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yes, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened to you." Mae says sympathetically.

(f/n) chuckled and buttoned his shirt back up. "No, don't worry about it. These types of things make us stronger right? And I do agree with Happy. I think my scar is pretty awesome." He patted his chest proudly. You smiled in amusement and gave slight chuckle.

"...and you?" Peter's soft voice piped up after a moment. Everyone looked at him. He was looking at you. You weren't really sure what he was trying to ask you. He glanced at everyone before licking his lips and trying again to clarify. "Uh um. What I mean is what happened to you... as well? Why were you in, you know, physical therapy?"

"Oh. I was actually in Africa fighting in battle." You sated simply.

"You were a part of the Battle of Wakanda?" Peter asks sitting up straighter now.

You smiled a bit and let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. It was like pulling teeth to convince Steve to let me, but yeah. I was. It was a savage alien that bit and clawed into my leg and that started the problems, but it was a female servant of Thanos that actually took my leg. Cut it clean off with swords she had."

"Oh my god. That's horrible." Mae exclaimed and Peter's eyes traveled to your foot once more. That's why your foot looked so off. It was a prosthetic. Peter thought it looked too real to be a prosthetic, but too fake to be real. You were able to walk so seamlessly though. Like you never lost your leg at all.

"Not as horrible as for her. When Natasha found out she was absolutely pissed. She and one of the Wakanda guards kicked her ass." You laughed outwardly. Peter saw the old you come out all of a sudden and all at once. He smiled brightly. "And then what happened?" he asked.

"They sent her ass through her own giant alien sawblade that they tried to kill us with!" You were full blown laughing now. The memory had you almost in tears because of how convenient and karmic the whole thing was. If you remembered correctly you remember yourself laughing in that moment as well. Despite nearly being dead in a ditch and bleeding out uncontrollably, you were still verbally shouting out cheers of praise to Nat as she fought and when she came to quickly bandage you up to stop the bleeding. You remembered Nat replying to you "Shut up, kid or I'll leave you here instead. All that shouting is going to make you pass out anyway." Funny enough she wasn't too far off the target because it wasn't long after she told you that did you fall unconscious from blood loss and woke up with a sweet new robotic vibranium prosthetic leg in Wakanda's medical ward.

"So, if she cut your leg off what happened next." Peter asked now interested in the story.

"Nat bandaged me up, I passed out, and I woke up with a sweet new robotic leg in Wakanda's medical ward. After I was healed enough I was transferred to Xavier's school where I sharpened my powers and did physical therapy along with the others. Once I was healed, Tony came back from outer space. Once he was recovered he told us everything and eventually upgraded my leg. Now it looks almost like I never lost a leg. Well, sort of. It still looks a bit off and it glitches every now and again, but I'm not complaining. I can still walk so." You shrugged now crossing your leg over the other and folding your arms over your chest.

"Wow. That's really cool." Peter said breathlessly. He seemed to admire you so much more. You knew you were now Tony Stark, but it was nice to have those admiring eyes directed towards you for once. The type of eyes that didn't hold romantic feelings, but still held the belief that everything you did was cool and amazing.

"Thank you, Peter." You smiled.

"So when are you two getting married?" Happy asks randomly and taking a gulp of water.

*smash*

The glass in Peter's hand immediately smashes in his palm. Everyone makes a noise in surprise at the sudden sound and turn to Peter. "Oh! Uh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll... I'll clean it up." Peter says getting down on the floor to clean it up.

"Peter, your hand." You gasp setting your cup down. His hand started bleeding from all the glass shards that decided to embed themselves into his skin.

"Oh um..." Peter's face flushed a bright red. He couldn't help but feel intense embarrassment about the situation.

"Don't worry about the glass. I got it. You go with (y/n) and get your hand all patched up, okay?" (f/n) says already standing to go and get the broom.

"Yeah, come on, Peter. I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." You say standing up and helping him to his feet. You held his arm as he kept his hand underneath his injured one, hoping to catch the blood so it wouldn't get onto your carpet. You walked him to the kitchen. "Just put your hand over the sink and I'll be there in a moment."

"Okay." Peter says doing what you asked as you began to rummage around the medicine cabinet. Peter began to run his hand under a bit of water as you came back with the first aid kit. You first got some tweezers and a dish towel and dragged 2 chairs over so we could sit. You first sat down and put the dish towel across your lap. Peter then sat down and you gently grabbed his hand and set it in your lap while looking closely at it. "Nothing bad it looks like. Obviously nothing the Amazing Spiderman can't handle." You joke looking at him with a smile and he smiles back with an awkward laugh.

A silence falls over you both as you begin to focus on plucking the tiny shards from his hand. You didn't notice how the air got thicker and you certainly didn't notice how things got increasingly more difficult for Peter to stomach. He stared at you the entire time and the longer he did the more his heart broke. You didn't notice how his straight face slowly broke until you saw a few tear drops fall onto the surface of the hand you were working on and you heard a choked back sob. You looked up and saw his face as he turned away. You set the towel with glass pieces aside and held his hand. You knew he wasn't crying because of his hand or if there was a possibility you hurt him. He was much tougher than that. You also knew you couldn't physically hurt him even if you wanted to. His powers made it easier for him to handle a lot more than a regular human. No, his pain was internal. His kind soft heart was bursting with pain. "Peter..." you said softly with a frown.

"I... I miss you." He said finally with his head down and his chest heaved. "I miss you so much."

This is where your heart broke and you couldn't even keep your composure anymore. You hugged Peter and you hugged him tight. You hugged him like how you wanted to hug him the day you found out that he was one of the victims of the Snap. You hugged him like he would dust away again. You hugged him like he would leave you again, but this time not come back. And you cried. Oh, you cried like you should have when you first saw him again. You cried as you were finally getting the closure you wanted. It was five years, but you had him in your arms again and you couldn't be more grateful. "I miss you, too."

"First I lost Mr. Stark and now you..." he began crying harder now. He drops to his knees on the floor and his face goes to your lap.

"That's not true. I'm right here." I told him holding him tighter.

"But you're not mine anymore. You're his... and it only seems like just a few months ago you were at my house and we were playing video games and listening to music." Peter said getting his voice more.

"But it wasn't a few months ago. It's been years, Peter." You tell him stroking his hair.

"I know... but... it's just not fair!" he says gripping the fabric of your dress around your thighs tight in his balled fists.

"I know, I know it's not fair." You tell him as more tears fell from your eyes.

"If... if he wasn't there... If you weren't getting married, would you wait for me?" he asked quietly. You pressed your lips together. This was a very heavy question. It wouldn't change the outcome of how things were now no matter how you answered, but it could change the way Peter thought about things and how your relationship would be from here on out. You had to answer carefully. Either he could be angry with you and refuse to have contact with you, or he could have a false sense of hope and closure all depending on how you answered his question. You just hated to see him so upset and you wanted to give in, but you also could not lie to him either. If you ever loved him then you would not lie to him, even now.

"No, Peter." I told him gently petting his hair. His body tensed at the words. "Look at me."

He didn't move, so you shifted your body away slightly and lifted his chin up, so he would look at you. "Peter, I want you to listen to me. I want you to really hear what I am trying to tell you."

He looks at you with his tear stained face, but he does what you ask. "What happened to us is cruel and unfair, but it did happen. This whole situation is hard to swallow and seeing you like this kills me. Seeing your face for the first time when you came back and realizing you didn't grow up with me was one of the hardest things I had to come to terms with because I immediately realized that we couldn't work. I think it was even harder for me when I realized that when you came back, you had no idea what had happened and you thought we were still together like always. I found it difficult when I saw the reality hit you when you looked at me for the first time at Tony's funeral. I still care deeply for you, but you are still a child, Peter. You blipped. I didn't. I mourned and moved on. I know that when you become in your twenties it won't really be a big deal anymore with the age gap, but that's nearly 10 years of my life waiting for you. That's 10 years of my life halted and stagnant. That's also nearly 5 years of your life wasted waiting on me when you also need to move on. I'm sorry, but it won't be healthy if you wait for me."

He doesn't say anything for a long while. He just sets his head back down in your lap as he thinks over what you just told him. I don't mind, however. You said what you had to. You couldn't lie to him. It wasn't the adult or right thing to do. You had to just rip the band aid off. It seemed we sat there for a while. I knew the others were giving us our privacy. We all knew this dinner was really just to break the news to Peter that our relationship wouldn't work and hoping we could still be okay afterwards.

"Do you love him?" he asked quietly, his voice breaking a bit.

"Yes." You answered back.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"But... not the same way..." he sighed.

"...No... not in the same way." You tell him gently.

"I... I suppose that's okay." He muttered, even if he didn't like his own answer.

"Thank you, Peter." You say with a smile looking down at him.

"For what?" he asks looking up at you.

"For understanding, for not being angry, for being a good person, for doing the right thing for yourself and I, ... and for just giving me some of the best moments of my life being with you." You tell him happily.

"O-oh. No problem." He says now getting back up off the floor and going to his feet.

You follow suit. His face was still tear stained, but he didn't have complete dread in his eyes anymore.

"It's going to take a while for me to get over you." He says looking at the ground.

"I know it will because it took me awhile. (f/n) was very patient with me." You tell him before thought came into her head. "Peter, I know this is too soon, but may I point you in a direction of people to consider giving a chance?"

"Um... okay?" He didn't seem too comfortable, but he was open to hear what she suggested.

"You know Michelle Jones that was in our class, right? I believe she just went by MJ."

"MJ?" Peter thought taking it into consideration.

#spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #xreader #infinity war #endgame #marvel #tony stark #black widow #steve rogers #hawkeye

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years

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WITCH (part I/?)

Request: Loki x reader (The reader has few powers that she doesnt know how to control properly she can go walk through memories and has a power to absorb powers for a limited amount of time but afterwards she collapses and screams from agony since her body is not used to the powers people have ) And the way she meets the avengers is that she is walking to her apartment and in a blink of a moment she falls into a portal on the ground (and its Stephen's portal ) The portal takes her to the avengers tower . As she stands up from the ground she is greeted by the avengers . The whole time Loki couldn't take his eyes off of her .

Pairing: Loki x gifted!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Warnings: bad memory/experience.

A/N: this idea is meant to be a multipart, fight me. Instead of walking to her apartment, the reader's gonna be walking from her apartment to her work.

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It was a regular Monday.

I woke up at at 6:30 thanks to my old alarm clock, which I bought during my early teen years —thank God, it still worked.

I walked out of the bed, tied my hair in a bun and, carrying my clothes with me, I got in the bathroom to take a shower.

I came out of the shower already dressed up and had a quick breakfast in my tiny kitchen.

I placed my uniform in my bag, along with the rest of my things, and, after putting on my headphones, I walked out of the apartment.

I never listened to music while going to work, but the headphones helped me to control my... Problem. They allowed me to focus on my thoughts, at the same time as they stopped me from stepping into someone else's mind.

I was checking my phone absently, and, after turning left in one a corner, I felt how the sidewalk below my feet vanished.

I squealed, but just a couple of seconds after falling inside God knows what, I was met with the cold ground. "Ouch" I propped myself over my forearms, sitting up and looking around.

"you have to be kidding me." oh my God. It was Tony Stark. And not just Tony Stark, Steve Rogers too. "Strange, she's a kid."

"she's a threat" the man besides Tony Stark said. "maybe not an imminent one, but prevention is better than cure."

"what the-" Mr. Stark sighed and pointed at me tiredly, "Rogers, help Ms. Y/l/n get up and take her to the living room."

Captain Rogers crouched before me and helped me to get up, but when he tried to take off my headphones, I stopped him. "Uh- Okay, leave them on, but come with me."

I nodded, getting up and following him to what I supposed it was the living room. "what am I doing here?" I asked quietly, sitting down on one of the couches.

I damn well knew why I was there, but I thought playing silly would probably be the best way to get out of this mess.

"Y/n, I'm gonna be honest" Steve crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "I'm not sure why you're here. What I'm sure about is that you know that reason."

"I cannot find any book in your poor attempt of library" I turned around to see who had just spoken, and I was very surprised to see Loki, the man who destroyed New York a few years ago. He was walking to Steve, but when he saw me, he stopped in his tracks. "what is this?"

I saw Steve attempting to talk, but I certainly could defend myself, and I didn't give a damn if he was a God. "Excuse me, but I'm not a 'what', I'm a 'who'."

"Agressive. I like it." he stated, examining me closely with his piercing gaze, and I couldn't help but look away.

More people got into the room before Loki could say anything else. "Okay, dear. Seems like Dr. Strange is right, you're a threat."

"I'm not" I rapidly replied. I really wasn't a threat I had never been. Yes, I had a problem, but I knew how to control it.

"what kind of threat can a little mortal present for the mightiest heroes of Earth?" Loki teased behind me. It wasn't the kind of support I was hoping to have, but something is better than nothing.

"I see you decided to stop nosing my library" Mr. Stark retorted, and I realized I was no longer in the conversation. "got bored so soon?"

"starting with the fact that I never was amused in first place" I couldn't help but let out an amused snort, attracting Loki's eyes to me. "I found it utterly useless"

They glared at each other for an awkwardly long while before the Mr Stark sighed. "why am I not surprised." he then turned to me, gesturing to the headphones. "take them off."

I hesitated for a moment, considering my options. I could let them on and piss off two Avengers, a crazy villain and some kind of psychic, or I could take them off and control my problem.

Yeah, take them off sounded pretty good.

"Okay" I muttered, taking off the headphones. I looked around and relaxed a bit when I noticed that holding back my problem wasn't as difficult as I thought.

"well, wizard" Mr Stark pointed at me briefly while staring at the man besides him. "she seems to be controlling it just fine"

"Stark, listen to me for once in your life" the 'wizard' seemed quite tired, as well as frustrated while he spoke "she's dangerous!"

"I doubt it" when Loki let out the comment, using that condescending tone, all of us turned to look at him. "she seems completely harmless. And if I'm being honest, a little stupid too."

"well that was just rude" I replied, not being able to decide if he was defending me or insulting me.

"she is harmful. And almost as dangerous as you" he let out a scoff, rolling his eyes with disdain.

But I just didn't know how to react to that.

Yeah, I had a problem, and yeah I had lost control a few times, but I didn't consider myself harmful nor dangerous.

"But..." how did I defend myself in front of those people? "I- what I do- it never had consequences for the others."

All eyes were on me, but Loki's were particularly difficult to put up with. He had been staring at me the whole time, I knew that, but by saying what I said, I could tell I confounded him.

"you are." the wizard stated, completely ignoring what I had explained them. "the problem is that you don't know you're whole potential."

"wait, is it a problem or a gift?" Loki asked, slightly confused. I wasn't going to answer that question, because I actually didn't know what to say.

Everyone stayed silent. Either they weren't sure about the answer, or they wanted me to say what I thought it was.

Whatever it might be, Loki didn't get his answer. "can she-" he started to ask, but apparently, he changed his mind, since instead of addressing to Mr Stark, he stepped towards me.

I'm not going to lie, I got scared and my first reaction was to step backwards. "what are you doing?" words tumbled out while I spoke, and I heard a snort from some of the men standing now behind me.

However, Loki's expression remained curious while he stepped towards me once again. "use it with me." it was my turn to snort, which made him roll his eyes. "I can take whatever your ability is. I am a God."

"You're an idiot, that's what you are." Mr Stark spoke, and I glanced at him. "you know what? Go ahead dear. Use it with him."

Again, my options were pretty limited, so I took a deep breath and gave an apologetic glance at Loki.

I wasn't even sure if I was giving him that glance because of him or because of me.

"Okay, what do I d-" Loki's sentence died the moment I brushed my fingertips against his.

Last thing I saw was his eyes widening.

"No no no no" I heard as I fell on my back to the ground. A hand held the back of my neck. "you fool you didn't listen" it was... Thor?

My abdomen hurt like hell and the simple task of breathing became unbearable. "I know, I'm a fool" it was Loki's voice the one coming out from me. "I'm a fool" I —or he— repeated, this time with more difficulty.

It had worked, but I didn't know what kind of memory was it.

"Stay with me, okay?" Thor's voice sounded utterly distressed while he was shift Loki's body's position.

Was I- was he dying?

"I'm sorry." it was almost inaudible, it was more a gasp than a proper sentence. "I'm sorry, it's alright"

My breath hitched when I felt a slap on my hand, bringing my back to reality. "You witch" Loki muttered, trying so hard to contain the tears that he looked like he was going to explode.

He could stop his tears. He was struggling, but he managed.

But I just couldn't stop the sobs coming out from me, which disconcerted everyone.

Loki didn't break eye contact with me, nor did I. Not even when I felt someone giving me a reassuring hug. "breath, Y/n. Just breath, It's alright."

It's alright, Steve said.

It's alright.

Loki caught it too, and that seemed to trigger him, because I caught a glimpse of a tear escaping from his glassy eyes and falling down his cheek, right before he stormed out of the room.

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peterisspidermanconfirmed · 6 years

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Fangs

Hey guys! This is my first Starker fic, so please no hate. 🌈

@sunshine-starker hope you like it!

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Tony Stark couldn't believe how lucky he was. He was probably the luckiest man in world. Why is that, you may ask. And your answer would come, very simply, because of Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, his beautiful boyfriend of 4 months and 23 days. And of course he knew the exact days! He was the luckiest man in the world! Why would he take that for granted? But we can talk about how lucky he is later, but for now we're gonna talk about how excited he is that Peter's finally back from his week long school trip.

For the past two hours he had been running through a painful cycle of pacing in front of the elevator, bouncing his leg up and down as he tried to focus on TV, and staring into the clock's artificial soul. But finally, FINALLY, it was time for Happy to bring him home. After two more walk-throughs of the Cycle of Hell, the elevator opened, revealing the oh-so amazing Spider-Man.

He looked...well, amazing! He was wearing one of his favorite outfits, his green checkered plaid with a light blue sweater, and dark jeans paired with his denim Converse, he looked incredible. His hair was slightly tousled by the wind and an excessive amount of running his hands through it, but Tony wasn't complaining. It looked adorable.

But the thing that caught Tony's attention was that Peter looked extremely nervous.

"Um, Pete? You okay?" He asked with concern. Peter looked up, his eyes filled with tears. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong baby? Come 'ere, come sit." Tony rushed to sit him down on the couch beside him. He pulled the younger boy in for a hug and played with his hair, hoping it would calm him down. Fortunately it did, and a few moments later Peter looked up, much calmer.

"Okay spider-baby what's wrong?" Tony asked him, wanting to fix whatever almost made his baby cry. Peter took a deep breath and spoke, "It- its just-" taking another deep breath he looked the other in the eye. "Well while we were all on the bus back to school, a lot of the other kids were talking about their relationships. And some of them started talking about how one of them would keep secrets, they always ended with a bad breakup. And I don't want us to break up!"

Tony was shocked, did the kid think that he was keeping secrets? "Pete, I'm not keeping any secrets. Any questions you've asked I've answered completely truthful, and I don't- " "No, no!" Peter cut him off, " I didn't mean you! I," he paused, looking extremely ashamed, "I meant me." With that reveal he broke eye contact and opted instead to watch his hands as they played with a string at the bottom of his sweater.

"What secrets?" Tony was scared of the answer. Peter rocked back and forth a little. "Just one. I was scared to tell you." Tony took his hands in his, even now reveling in the difference between them. His large, dark, callused meat paws against Peter's small, pale, delicate hands.

"You can tell me, it'll be okay." Tony told him, though he wasn't sure who he was reassuring at this point. Tears welled in Peters eyes, once again showing just how scared he was. "Will it though?" The question came so quietly Tony was sure he wasn't supposed to hear it at all, but he answered anyway, "It will, I promise."

Peter nodded and swallowed hard. "Well I think it'd be better if I showed you." With that he took one more deep breath and opened his mouth. But this time, instead of his normal teeth, there were two sets of fangs. Two small ones, and two so large he wondered how they fit it his mouth in the first place. "Uhh..." Was his ever so intelligent answer. "So now you know." Peter said, and then quieter, "I'm a monster."

Tony didn't know how to react to the fangs, but he knew one thing, "You are NOT a monster. Who would tell you such a thing?!" A single tear slipped down Peters cheek. He sniffed, "Flash. He, he saw them, I wish he hadn't but he did, and he-" He sniffed again, obviously trying his best(pacito) not to cry. "He told me that freaks like me shouldn't be allowed near normal people, and that I was the monster that parents warned their kids about at night." He started sobbing and covered his mouth with his hands, trying to muffle them.

Tony was shocked. How had he not known that this was happening? He grabbed Peter and held him close, rubbing circles into his back and whispering soft words in his ear.

He had no idea how long they sat there on that couch, but soon enough it was dark out. Peters sobs were finally calmed down and he was breathing was calm, his head propped under Tony's chin. "Thank you for telling me, love. And I promise you, you are not a monster. Those people who call out others on their differences? Those are the real monsters." Peter giggled. "Well those and the actual monsters who attack New York." Tony chuckled along with him. "Yes, and those ones. Now give us a smile." Peter smiled wide, his fangs practically gleaming in the artificial light. And Tony thought, with his ruffled hair, pinkish/red lips, scrunched up nose and, yes, his fangs that almost made him look like a saber-tooth tiger hybrid, he couldn't be more beautiful.

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Knock Hard Life / Pt. 4

Bucky Barnes x reader

Being the new one is always problematic. Being the new one while thirsting over a new companion is even more problematic, especially when he shows no interest at all towards you.

Warnings: slight smut (blink and you'll miss it), Angst

A/N: The next part will be the last one sooo hope you enjoy this!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

The following night was rough. You've been tossing your body around the sheets for at least 3 hours resisting to fall asleep. You sighed heavily, sitting up and rubbing your palms over your face. Since you moved you always slept perfectly, the comfiness of the mattress lulling you to sleep easily. But even the softest sheets didn't bring you to doze off.

You turned on your bedsite lamp, picking up your favorite book from its place on the nightstand. Maybe this would help you to get a little sleepy. Making yourself comfortable against the headbord you started reading, almost immediately feeling in your own little world where only you and the story the pages infront of you pictured existed. You had no idea for long how you've been reading until a noise ripped you out of your trance, making you flinch. It was a knock at your door. Confused, you looked at the clock. 2:26 am. "Come in." You called, closing the book on your lap, still suspicious why someone would be up this time. Your features softened when a nervous looking Bucky took a step in your room. He wore a grey shirt to his sweatpants this time. Sadly.

"What's up Buck?" You asked, puzzled why he kept his gaze at the floor. You really thought he was finally over the 'I won't look at you' phase. "'M sorry for bothering you." He murmured, something lingering in his voice that you couldn't quite name. You crossed your leg under your blanket to sit up straighter, putting your book back on your nightstand. "You're not bothering. What's wrong?" He run a hand through his hair, his gaze still on his feet which were nervously scratching your grey carpet. "I normally go to Steve with stuff like this but...I walked by and your lights were on, and the talk we had in the kitchen was nice, so i thought... i don't know, if you want to...maybe I shouldn't have come..." He was unbelievably adorable when he was all nervous, but you really wanted him to form his thoughts into proper sentences. "If you want to talk, we can." That's when his gaze finally lifted from his feet to you. His eyes were a little puffy and red, the usual sparkling blue in his eyes turned to a cloudy grey. You gave him a sad smile, shifting a little to the side, petting the sheet to your left, telling him to sit down. He walked over to your bed slowly, sitting at the edge of the mattress. You giggled at his actions, making him throw a confused look at you. "You can sit on the bed normally, you know? You don't have to keep yourself so far from me." He only nodded, carefully taking his place beside you, making himself comfortable against the headboard as well. "Great. Now, talk." He took a breath before speaking. He told you about the nightmares he had for years, flashbacks of his years as The Winter Soldier, completely under another persons control. He talked about how the dreams where always different yet the same. Sometimes he would get pictured flashbacks of missions, the feared faces of people around him. Other times eveything would be a blurry imagine, but he heard the screaming, yelling, gunshots. And rarely he could feel the pain he went through everytime they messed with his brain, he even heard his own suffering screams.

You only looked at him while he talked, not saying anything. You wanted him to talk without being interrupted. When he finished you took all your confidence, carefully putting your hand in his flesh one, squeezing it lightly. He gave you a little confused look but didn't pull away. "I can never imagine the way you have to feel. It has to be absolutely horrific to be reminded of the things those bastards forced you to." You gave him a heart warming smile. "But you have to remember one thing. You're still here. You've made it through all of that and now you're here, being one of the toughest fighters the world has ever seen, with a group of friends everyone would love to have." He smiled brightly at your words, carefully squeezing your hand which still remained in his. "You're even better at these speeches than Steve." You both chuckled at that. The sound of his laugh spread warmth in your belly, it was such a beautiful thing to hear. You decided to be even bolder, shifting a little closer to him to lean your head on his shoulder. You felt him lightly tense again, his metal arm stirring lightly, but he relaxed soon after, making you sigh in relieve. None of you said anything, just enjoying each others company. You wanted to stay like this forever, the peaceful silence, the warmth of Buckys Hand around your own combined with the scent of him making your eyelids feel heavier by the second.

Bucky was the first to talk again. "Thank you, for all this. I hate bugging Steve all the time, waking him up and stuff, even if he says it's okay i still feel bad." You slightly nodded, you completely understood him. "I have to thank as well. You finally make me feel sleepy." You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at your alarm clock. 3:19 am. You really talked for almost an hour. You felt Bucky shift, his hand about to leave yours. "Maybe I should go then. But really, it was n-" "Wait." He stopped his movements, watching your face while you felt it going red. God you sounded really desperate there. "Y-You can stay if you want. You often stay at Steves as well right?" His eyebrows furrowed together in question. "How do you..." "Steve told me." You admitted. His face dropped a little, making it your turn to give him a questioned look. His gaze falling to his hand still intertwined with yours. "So you knew all of this and still had me explain it?" "No, no, i didn't know!" You instantly protested, fearing he might get mad at you for putting him through the misery of remembering all his dreams. You softly squeezed his hand, signaling him to look at you instead. His gaze met yours, a hurt expression on his face. "I promise, okay? He only told me you that when you had nightmares you would go to him to talk and sometimes staying there for the night. That's all. Really." Your eyes practically begged him to believe you. You didn't want him to go, you would do anything to convince him to stay. He took a breath before nodding. "Okay, okay. I'm...I'm sorry for accusing you like that." You sighed and shook your head. "It's alright, really." You ran your thumb over the back of his hand before lifting your gaze back to his eyes whose colour had returned to sparkling blue. "Stay, please." He smiled softly before nodding.

He stood up, the warmth of his hand leaving you. You shifted under your blanket to give him enough material to crawl under. After he joined you under the covers, laying on his back, he went full nervous again, you could almost see his rapid heartbeat trough the thin material of his shirt. You suppressed a chuckle but didn't accept that he wasn't at all close to you. With help of your new found confidence, wherever that came from, you lifted his arms and maneuvered yourself next to his body, your head on his chest. Now you could also hear his racing heart and you actually feared he might have a heart attack. He's an old man after all. "This okay for you?" You asked carefully as his heart didn't slow down. You feared you might have taken it too far. He answered by moving his flesh arm, which was laying somewhere behind your back until now, setting his hand at your hip, softly squeezing. You smiled at that, making yourself even more comfortable, soon after drifting off into your well deserved sleep.

Both of you actually slept longer that night, enjoying the comfort. What you didn't know was that at the same time you were the number one topic in the kitchen. "Has any of you seen Bucky?" Steve asked, nervously looking at Tony, Wanda and Sam. "Nope, barely see that guy." Sam shrugged. "His door is open and I usually always meet him here." The blonde stated, feared for his best friend. "Gym?" Wanda suggested. Steve just shook his head. "Already checked." "You know we have a AI in this house right?" Tony chuckled. "FRIDAY? Where is Barnes at the moment?" "Sergeant Barnes is asleep in Miss Y/L/Ns room." All four exchanged suprised glances. "Never thought Tin man would actually get laid." Tony laughed, Sam joining. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. He was happy for you two but damn that went fast.

You woke up slowly, prying your eyes open to adjust to the dim light in your room. You tried to move but failed, something heavy keeping you in place. You turned your face, the glistening of metal catching your attention. Buckys left arm was draped around your waist, making you smile. Thank god it wasn't a dream. You managed to turn on your back, Buck immediately shifting even closer to you, pressing his body against your side with his face in your neck. You felt something hard against your thigh and gulped hard. Morning woods were awkward, but having Buckys pressed against you was torture. Suddenly the door swung open, making you jump. Steve entered the room, smiling wide. Bucky stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up with a mumbled "What the hell?"

"Good Morning, Lovebirds! I would've liked my best friend to tell me about this, but the AI took this job." Bucky and you both sat up, giving him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" The dark haired man rasped, the sleep still lingering in his voice. "Don't treat me like a goddamn fool, Buck. That between you two! I mean i knew you were meant for each other and as soon as Y/N told me she liked you I-" "STEVE!" You interrupted him with a shout, your eyes wide and entire face heating up. He shot you a confused glare before realizing. "Oh- You didn't...?" You let your head drop back against the headboard with a sigh. When you felt Buckys gaze you turned to look at him, Nervousness written over your face. "You like me?"

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years

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JULIET

Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Tony Stark story for me. I’d like a high school AU where tony is the usual popular tech nerd and I’m a theatre geek who doesn’t really have any friends but homecoming or a dance is coming up soon. Please and thank you. If you need anymore info or have any questions just go ahead and ask me.

Pairing: young!Tony Stark x young!Reader (high school Au)

Genre: mostly fluff

Tag: @carolyn-stark-91

Warnings: language

A/N: First things first, I don't know shit about technology, and I like theatre, but not that much, so that part is going to be shit, just saying. And second, I think this is the longest imagine-fic I wrote. Like, I got completely carried away lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated. Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist here (because it won't let me add another paragraph lol)

"we can improve the functionality" I said, moving Bruce's chair aside and observing the hologram we were working on.

"we- we can't." Bruce stated, going through the calculations again an again. "I mean, it's the best we can do, there's no miscalculations here."

"But we could improve it without the calculations." I turned off the hologram and grabbed one of its pieces. "If we use vibranium instead of this shit, we would be able to make it twice smaller and more functional."

Probably we were the only ones still at the high school building, apart from Principal Carter, in her office, and Mrs Martinelli, in the theatre. Bruce glanced at the clock and sighed. "Tony, it's really late, I have to go" I nodded absently, still fiddling with some of the device pieces. "see you tomorrow"

"see you tomorrow" I replied. An hour passed before my phone buzzed. I unlocked it to read the text I had just received.

Aunt Peggy: Go to the theatre, Angie has something for you. Then get ready and wait for me in the hall.

I replied with an 'OK' before turning off the AC/DC Playlist I was listening too. I picked up my things and, grabbing my backpack, I walked to the theatre. "Angie?"

"dressing rooms, Tony!" she informed me. I crossed the theatre and just before I walked into the dressing rooms, I realized Angie wasn't alone. "Yeah, that's a pretty good idea."

"And maybe we could introduce a futuristic style in the outfits too" I opened the door and I saw her. She was wearing her favorite cardigan, which made her look even more beautiful than usual. "maybe like that, we would break with the traditional representation of Romeo and Juliet. I really love Shakespeare's classics, but the play's been performed two years in row."

Y/n was... Well, she was just perfect. I had been crushing on her for a year already, but I didn't want to make a move, due to Pepper. It's not like I still had feelings for her, but it felt weird to start dating someone so early.

"You're right- Oh Tony, just in time." Angie said, walking towards me with a smile. "Y/n and I were talking about this year's performance of Romeo and Juliet, and Y/n suggested you could design some high tech stage props, since we're slightly innovating the play."

"Oh" I glanced at Y/n and then at Angie. "sure, it'll be funny." it would be really funny, in fact. I was stuck with the hologram, so this would be some kind of distraction."

"Nice, Y/n'll supervise your work, since it was her idea" I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. "You should talk about when you guys want to work on this, so I'll tell Peggy to wait." I nodded and I saw Y/n walking to the stage. "Tony, do me a favor. Y/n loves theatre, and she would make a great Juliet. Try to convince her to do it."

"I'll try my best" I assured her, right before following Y/n way to the stage. She was looking around, humming distractedly. I cleared my throat and she stopped humming, flashing me a smile. "so, when do you want us to do this?"

She shrugged looking at the auditorium. "I'm free 24/7 so you tell." I knew why she was free. Natasha and Wanda told me they had never seen Y/n with anyone. She would talk with Vision, Barnes, Carol or Steve from time too time, but it was pretty clear she didn't have friends.

And even though I was the most popular and talkative person in high school, I wasn't able to talk with her. "I can come after the last period every day." I said looking around.

It was odd, I loved to be in the spotlight, but for some reason, standing in that stage made me nervous. However, Y/n seemed really comfortable, like she belonged there. And maybe she did. "sure, we can start tomorrow if you want."

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"C'mon Y/n, just accept it!" I exclaimed, fixing one of my designs for the stage props. "You're the best Juliet you'll find."

She sighed, going through the list of girls who auditioned for said role. "Listen I have five girls here Okay?" she said, scribbling something on the list. "Wanda was okay, an Sharon too. We can pick Sharon."

I rolled my eyes. We've been working together for the past two months. We got along pretty good since the beginning, but I couldn't talk any sense into Y/n for her to accept the role of Juliet.

It was the fifth time we had this conversation, and it always ended up with me getting mad and her leaving the list on the stage, not knowing what girl should she choose.

It was always the same, and I had to change it. I got up and walked towards Y/n "Okay that's it." I said, grabbing the list and throwing it to the floor.

She widened her eyes and before she could protest, I held both of her hands and I helped her to climb to the stage. "what are you doing."

"proving my fucking point, dear." she scoffed while I was climbing off the stage, coming back after having picked up a script used for the auditions. I cleared my throat before reading "Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand- No, too much to read. Uh... Okay, here"

Before I could start again, she spoke "wait, what do you mean with 'here'?" she asked nervous "I don't even know what part are you reading"

"Y/n you know what part I'm reading because you know the play." I stated before re-reading the line I was planning on saying. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

I looked up at Y/n, who looked me nervous before takes deep breath. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague." she started naturally, like she was born for this. "What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man." I lowered the script, mesmerized by how she portrayed Juliet

"O, be some other name!" she exclaimed, looking at me like I truly was Romeo. "What's in a name?" my lips parted slightly, but she was too immersed on the character to realize it.

"that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;" I then realized, she was no longer standing still, she was moving, walking, gesturing, like she was having a conversation.

"So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." as she said those words, she started walking towards me, with love and desperation in her eyes "Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself."

I gulped, realizing how close we were. She seemed to come back to reality after a couple of blinks, and before I could say anything, we heard claps coming from the auditorium.

When we turned around, we saw Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Pietro in the entrance of the theatre, walking towards the stage "you go girl!" Nat exclaimed, jogging towards us.

"Oh my God" I heard Y/n muttering, and she covered her face for a moment. When she looked up, I smiled warmly at her, and she gave me an awkward smile in return.

"my sister has no chance against this born-to-be-Juliet" Pietro chuckled, following Nat towards the stage. "is Romeo's role still available?" he asked with a smirk, climbing up to the stage.

"No, I think Angie decided she would pick Steve Rogers to do it" she informed us, grabbing the list again, along with the script in my hands. "And I'm picking Sharon."

"Oh, c'mon, is she serious?" Clint asked rhetorically. "Tony, talk some sense into your girl, man."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, praying for Y/n to ignore Clint's words, and I walked to the dressing rooms to look for her. "Hey there, Juliet."

"cut it, Tony" she said, leaving the papers over the desk. "I'm not doing it." I held her hand, making her turn around and sit down.

"Listen, Y/n" I started, kneeling in front of her, looking into her eyes. "this is your thing. You spend so many time here than it's natural for you to do this. And God, you didn't see your face while you were portraying Juliet a few seconds ago, you looked mesmerizing, captivating, and you didn't even try."

She blushed slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "listen Y/n, if you tell me you didn't enjoy it, I'll let it go." I waited for her answer, but she couldn't deny it. "If you really enjoyed it, you have to do it okay?"

"Okay" she mumbled after a moment. "I'll do it."

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"look at our Romeo!" Wanda exclaimed grinning, as Barnes, Nat, me and her, got in the dressing rooms. Steve was already dressed up like Romeo.

"how sexy, I'm sure Sharon'll love those clothes" Barnes teased Steve and they burst out in laughs. I looked around and I spotted Y/n, who was talking with Angie.

She was already wearing her costume as Juliet. The costumes were redesigned for us to have a futuristic look, just like Y/n had asked for. "Hey, there Juliet." I called her, and she turned around smiling at me.

She dismissed Angie and walked towards me, slightly holding up her dress to avoid tripping. "Hey Tony." she looked over my shoulder and greeted my friends.

"You look breath-taking." I blurted out, and she chuckled, thanking me. "are you nervous?" I asked, even though I knew she wasn't.

She smiled, denying with her head. "Steve's really nervous, though. Loki is too, but he'll make a great Paris." Angie called her and she turned around. "I gotta go. Enjoy the play, will you?"

I grinned and nodded. "of course I will. Now go get them, Juliet." she chuckled and waved me goodbye. I saw Steve going right behind her and I walked towards my friends again.

Barnes grinned at the same time as Nat and Wanda looked mischievously at each other. "When are you planning on asking her out, Mr 'I can do anything'?" Barnes teased.

"I'm planning on asking her to come with me to the Winter Ball." I confessed, scratching my neck. "I'm just struggling with finding a way to do it, I want it to be special."

Barnes let out a chuckle. "for someone so smart, you're being really stupid, y'know?" he said as we walked to our seats. "just use the theatre, man."

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A week had passed since the play, and Steve, Wanda and Nat were helping me to get everything ready in the theatre. "If this goes wrong-"

"If this goes wrong" Natasha cut me off "I'm dyeing my hair blond" she spatted, carrying another basquet full of y/f/c rose petals to the entrance of the theatre.

"wait" Wanda looked up at her from her crouching position. "you love your hair color" she stated confused, lighting up the candles we had previously placed on the aisle floor.

"yeah, and- careful, Tony, you'll burn the paper." he handed me another paper and I burnt the corners more carefully this time. "and don't you remember how horrified were you when you dyed your hair blond?"

"yeah I remember, idiots" Natasha scoffed, throwing the petals, making a path in the aisle. "that's the amount of confidence I have on this." she grabbed all of the basquets and climbed up to the stage, walking to the dressing rooms. "there's no chance of this going wrong"

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READER'S P. O. V.

I grabbed my book from the locker and I walked to the theatre. I thought about passing by the technology lab and say hi to Tony, but I highly doubted he wanted me to.

So I went straight to the theatre. I tried to turn on the lights when I was in the hall, but they wouldn't turn on. I sighed, switching on my mobile flashlight. This had happened other times, I just had to get to the dressing rooms and check the fuses.

However, I stopped in my tracks as soon as I got in the theatre. "Okay, someone wants to start a fire here or what?" I said to myself. I looked down to pick up the candles and start to put them off, but when I crouched, I realized there were petals on the floor too. A few inches away from me, I saw a piece of paper burnt in the corners.

What's in a name? I read frowning.

I got up and I saw another paper over a seat. that which we call a rose

I kept walking and I found another one, by any other name

A couple of feets away, I saw another, would smell as sweet

I smiled. It probably was one of my favorite dialogues of 'Romeo and Juliet'. I kept walking and I found another paper, but when I picked it up, I frowned.

So Y/n would, that wasn't a part of the script.

were she not Y/n call'd, I read in the next one.

retain that dear perfection which she owes without that title.

I blushed deeply and I looked up to see the last paper on the stage. I climbed up, carefully not to hit a candle, and I picked the paper, kneeling down.

And, even though I don't deserve the perfection you owe, I'll be selfish, and I'll ask you to honour me with your presence, coming with me to the Winter Ball.

-Tony.

I widened my eyes, unable to move. Was this even real, or was it some kind of twisted and sick joke?

I noticed someone walking out of the dressing rooms and sitting down besides me "so? What do you say?" I heard Tony's voice, but I was too shocked to talk. He let out a nervous chuckle "Gosh, you're red" I rapidly covered my face with my hands "c'mon Y/n, say something, the silence is killing me."

A smile formed under my hands. "You're so fucking cheesy" he held one of my wrists out of my face and grinned.

"But it worked, right?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. "so are you coming with me?"

I lowered my other hand, unable to remove the smile from my face. "mhmm" he whispered an enthusiastic 'yes' and I laughed, getting up.

As he got up too, I heard a voice coming from the dressing rooms "guys it worked!" I turned around and I saw a very excited Wanda, coming out cheering.

Please, none else. I pleaded, feeling my cheeks getting red again. But obviously, Wanda wasn't alone, and I saw how Steve, Sharon, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, Pietro and James came out clapping and cheering.

"I hate you" I hissed, covering my face again. I felt Tony's arms wrapping around me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Get the fuck out of here, morons." Tony yelled at his friends, and they laughed. However, I heard steps climbing off the stage and walking away. "the coast is clear."

I lowered my hands and Tony let his travel to my hips. "are you planning on moving your hands away?" I asked looking at him.

"it depends." he said tilting his head. "are you planning on kissing me?" I shook my head no and laughed at his reaction. "c'mon Y/n, look around, you know how much effort I put on this? It was like" he sighed desperately "two hours and a half. This took two hours and a half of my life!" he exclaimed dramatically. "I think I deserve a kiss, I put so much-"

I cut him, pecking his lips. "there. Now shut up, you're such a drama queen." he smirked and leaned on to kiss me again, and this time it was a proper kiss.

"by the way, I'm proud of my drama queen side, okay?" I laughed, nodding. "great, now help me clean this before Angie sees it."

I widened my eyes, stepping back. "Wait, I thought Angie knew."

"well, she doesn't" I opened my mouth in shock, and I climbed off the stage. "what are you doing?"

"cleaning this before Angie come to kill us" she said putting out the candles rapidly and picking them up. "I don't want to die before the Winter Ball" she stated, grinning at me.

I smiled and started to help her.

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