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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-one

summary: Peter wants to tell you something, Vision interrupts.

warnings: implied smut

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The first time you realized that you were really in love with Peter Parker was during breakfast at your place. He was trying to feed Morgan while you tried to make him eat his toast.

The sun was entering the kitchen just the right way to make his caramel eyes look amber. His laughter as he tried to feed Morgan who giggled uncontrollably each time he got the spoon near her mouth while you tried to make him eat the toasts that you’d made for him. Both of you knew that they were a little bit burned, he tried to be as nice as he could about it, bursting into laughter as he tried to avoid you feeding him. And then he took a big bite, your gazes glued together as he savored the burnt bread.

“It’s so good,” he lied as he gazed at you lovingly.

You knew that you loved him, you really loved him.

The first time you actually wanted to say it to him, not almost asleep after sex, was one night during patrol. Everything was quiet, there wasn’t too much going on so you stayed on one of Peter’s favorite rooftops. He’d bought some sandwiches from Delmar and brought them so you could have a small dinner. He didn’t take off the mask, just in case, he simply lifted it slightly as both of you sat on the edge and gazed at the busy streets of Queen’s.

“My parents loved New York,” he said suddenly.

You turned towards him with a slight smile. He’d told you about his parents, you’d asked him a few times about them. They must’ve been amazing, Peter talked about them as if they were saints. Not in the way, people forget the awful things someone did when they died. No, Peter talked about his parents in the most honest way possible and all he had to say were incredible things about them. How kind they were, how smart they were, how much they taught him in so little time.

Peter then took your hand and squeezed it slightly. You followed his hand and looked at it with a smile, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “They would’ve loved you,” he breathed out.

Your heart stopped. Frowning just a little bit you looked up at Peter and watched him carefully as he continued to eat his sandwich in the most nonchalant way as if he wasn’t aware of the effect of his words. You opened your mouth for a moment, your mind going miles per hour as you stared at him. Your gut screamed that you needed to say it. You needed to tell him.

“I…”

Peter turned towards you with a smile as he waited for you. All of your skin felt like itching, your breathing became labored and sounds without any meaning escaped your mouth slightly, even a whimper.

You wanted to say it, you just couldn’t.

“I would’ve loved to meet them,” you finally decided.

Peter smiled.

The first time you’d realized that Peter wanted to say it was at training on a Saturday at the Compound. Peter liked to spend his weekends Upstate, at least during the day, so he could really make use of the huge lab he had there along with trying the new features of his suit. Even more, when Tony told him about the redesign he’d make to the gym, to adjust to some of Peter’s needs. Soon, you became a staple too on the Compound. It was still drenched in nostalgia for you, but as you walked around with Peter’s hand intertwined with yours, it didn’t feel as lonely anymore.

“What do you want for your birthday?” you asked Peter as you barely ducked a right hook and came at Peter with a front kick that he easily defended.

“Nothing,” Peter said as he softly threw an uppercut that you defended in a nice way. “I’m perfectly fine,”

You frowned. Not only because you wanted to give him the best present ever but also because you knew he was going easy on you.

Quickly, you raised your left leg and gave Peter a somehow playful but harsh quick on the ribs. Peter groaned softly at the punch as you waited for him.

“What was that for?” he complained as he held his ribs. As if whatever you’d done had actually hurt him, you smile playfully.

“Don’t go easy on me, Parker,” you said. “I’m serious, what do you want?”

Peter shook his head with a smile as he took a hold of your wrist and pulled you tight against his chest. It was around five in the afternoon, and the summer air of the night was always too much for some people, but not for Peter, he was always touching you.

“Nothing,” he assured you as he whispered in your ear. His breath made you shudder at the feeling of him pressing against you, while he held you extremely tight.

“You’re crushing me,” you mumbled, not exactly complaining but it was getting a little bit hard to breathe.

“Told me not to take it easy,” Peter tutted with a smirk as he kissed your cheek and held you while you began to trash against his arms.

Quickly, you managed to take enough momentum with your legs to destabilize both of you, both falling to the floor with an oof. Peter doesn’t laugh immediately but you do, while you manage to detangle yourself from his arms with a smirk as you stand up.

“So, you’re going to tell me what you want?”

This had been going on and on all day. Peter had let it slip that his friends wanted to make him a party and that his Aunt -who you’d yet to meet- was going to assist too. Practically you could find any information about him but you felt awful when you realized how close his birthday was.

And that he was a Leo.

“Your stance is too wide,” Peter responded before he half-stood up, knocking you flat with one swing of his feet. You fell to the padded floor and groaned, your chest hurting from the hard impact as you glared up at him.

He offered you his hand, his lips quirking up affectionately but you didn’t take it. “Come on,” he huffed while you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not unless you tell me what you want,” you challenged him. Peter only raised his eyebrows at you, calling your bluff. “I swear to god that I’ll mess up Karen’s algorithm for a day if you don’t tell me,” you snapped.

You were always very considerate on birthdays. Usually, you disliked yours, but other’s peoples birthdays? Steve’s, Bruce’s, Tony’s, Pepper’s, Nat’s, and Harley’s were always filled with the most amazing gifts you could find. And yet, you couldn’t seem to find anything for the most perfect guy you could’ve dated.

“I want you,” Peter finally breathed out.

“You already got me,” you said as you finally took his hand and he pulled you up, closer to him.

Peter shook his head with a smile as he pulled you against him, his hand on your hip, making goosebumps erupt through your skin. . “I only want you,”

“That’s not a gift, Parker,” you whined while rolling your eyes dramatically.

Peter stayed silent as he watched you lovingly, you smiled up at him as you’d done before but then you watched it in his eyes. Something changed. Peter’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mouth opened slightly.

“I…”

Your brows scrunched slightly. He was about to say it, you knew he was.

And then panic flooded your body, heart sinking all of the sudden. It shouldn’t, you should be happy to hear him say it. In fact, it’s your first real relationship, a normal girl could only dream about what you have with Peter and yet, you just feel upset.

Your body knew what was going to do before you do. You crash your lips to him passionately, almost erratically. Peter breathes out, a surprised hum rumbles in his throat as you push him until his back is pressed against the wall of the training room.

You curled your fingers into the fabric of Peter’s shirt and tried to pull him, towards you. He quickly took a hold of your hips, grabbing them so hard that you knew bruises would appear like they did many times before. Peter didn’t doubt your intentions, he instead reveled in the feeling of having you like this. Like he always did.

Without much trouble, he switched positions, pressing you against the wall. He nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against yours. You hummed contently as your fingers slide around to the nape of his neck, holding him against you. Peter doesn’t miss a bit, his hands fall from your hips, trailing down to cup your ass, pressing you harder against the wall as he grounded against your core. You moaned quietly against his mouth as you felt him.

Only then, Peter stops.

“Love, wait,” he muttered quietly against your mouth as you continued to trail kisses against his jaw and his neck, your fingers trailing through his chest and then to his shorts, tugging at the waistband. “Wait,” he says once again as he takes a hold of your wrist.

“What?” you whined quietly.

“We cannot do this here,” he said breathlessly as he closed his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to say not to you, not with that face.

“Come on,” you whimpered, looking up at him with those damn beautiful puppy eyes.

Peter stares at you with those big beautiful caramel eyes. He's trying to hold to his self-control, you know it, you can see the battle in his mind.

“Please,” you asked him quietly as you ground yourself against him one more time.

Peter let out a heavy breath, and you smirked. His lips crash against yours as he tries to let go of the idea that there are cameras everywhere in this building, that both of you will have to hack Friday for the tape of this but he doesn’t care. Not when your lips are on him when it’s so desperate but tender at the same time. Not with the way your hand feels around his cock, not with the little breaths you let out as he presses his hand against your clit over your shorts.

It was frantic and desperate. You, parting your legs further for him, rolling your hips against his while Peter does anything he can not moan too loudly as he feels how you're squeezing him.

At least, until you heard how someone cleared his throat.

Peter lurched away from you, making you gasp loudly as he places you harshly on the floor while he tucks himself into his shorts. You quickly raised your eyes to see Vision staring at the both of you, his none existent eyebrows raised while you tried to straighten out your shirt and shorts.

“Mrs. Stark,” Vision said quietly. “Mr. Parker,”

“Vision,” you answered softly while Peter’s still looking the other way, his cheeks too warm and too pink to even dare to face Vision at the moment. “Uhm, what’s up?” you asked him while you tried to change the topics.

“There’s an alarm going off in your lab,” he said quietly while your eyes widened.

It’d been a while since there were any updates to your case. Tony still didn’t know you were working on it, as far as he was concerned, you were just helping Peter with his suit and accompanying him to patrol, nothing more. He didn’t even know that Peter was looking into something, both of you wanted to tell him together but it’d seemed to disappear since you’d both started dating.

At least, until now.

Peter turned around at the same time you turned to him.

“Suit up,”

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cricket-reader · 11 months

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His Everything

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Summary: Peter freaks out when you don’t answer his calls. He finds you handcuffed to a chair as Spider-Man. You tell him things afterwards, making Peter question how good of a boyfriend he really is.

Warnings: language, torture, kidnapping, mentions of death, crying

Word Count: 1480

Prompt: "It's not as bad as it looks.” Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch

A/N: Day 5 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom (Set after NWH but no spoilers)

Your wrists throbbed within the unforgiving grip of the handcuffs, their weight a constant reminder of your vulnerability. The swelling around your wrists made every movement an agonizing ordeal. As you tugged against the restraints, a muffled whimper escaped your lips.

You had been taken whilst on a walk. While you wished you could have been more prepared or maybe wished you had seen it coming, nothing could change the fact that it was so sudden. Unlike in the books you had read, you didn’t have any sort of premonition that warned you against going out for that walk. There were no warning signs or red flags blatantly obvious. It had happened without any sort of warning. One moment you were casually strolling through the streets of New York, next you were being knocked unconscious by a man wearing all black in the middle of the day.

How someone didn’t see the spectacle go down baffled you. Perhaps they did see it; they just didn’t get involved. That was a thing you learned in your psychology class: the bystander effect. Only now were you fully realising how shitty it was.

So there you were, sitting in a damp, musty cell with no hope of rescue. You hoped that maybe your boyfriend would notice your absence and call the police once he couldn’t get ahold of you. But you knew he’d probably think that you were just busy or didn’t want to talk. He knew that school got tough sometimes, so he never blamed you if you couldn’t talk to him. Hence it would probably take a long time for anyone to find you.

You flinched as the door opened, wishing that the ground would swallow you whole. You didn’t want to die, not with Peter waiting for you at his house. He was such a good person and he didn’t deserve to worry about some nobody like you as you knew he would. Sometimes he was too good for his own good. Something you didn’t know the full weight of quite yet.

“I hear you’re close to Spider-Man,” the captor said, an ugly sneer on his face.

Brows furrowed, you replied, “I’ve never even met him once. He has never saved me or anything.”

“You’re lying.”

“I swear I’m not lying!”

“Bullshit.”

You tried to press yourself further into your chair when he approached you. Your gut was turning and breaths were short. Who is this crazy man and what does he want with you?

Your head is snapped to the side as the back of his hand makes contact with your face. Two marks on your face start bleeding where his bulky rings had hit you. “You better start talking.”

“I don’t know anything, I swear!”

He scoffed as he geared up for a punch. His fist hit you near your right rib cage. You doubled over and groaned. He had a mean swing. Those stupid rings weren’t helping any.

He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back up. You cried out, hoping maybe someone would hear you. His fist began driving itself to your body, anywhere he could reach. Your screams and cries did nothing to make him stop, if anything, it only made the twisted man continue his relentless abuse.

Just when you were sure that you could take no more, the glass window to the room shattered. You screamed, and you weren’t sure if it was from the terror or from the last blow he delivered to your stomach.

In an instant, white webs were flown across the room. Guards and your tormentor were wrapped up in the all too familiar spidery substance you had seen on the news. In all your years, you never thought you’d be able to meet a superhero. You just wish it was on better terms.

Spider-Man rushed to your aid, calling out your name in an anguished voice that sounded a bit familiar. Your head drooped, exhaustion tearing you down. You could hear Spider-Man talking to you, telling you everything was going to be okay. You saw him reach for the phone, presumably to call for help.

You grabbed his wrist, not caring that the handcuffs were digging further into your skin. With a weak voice, you muttered, “no ambulance, just take me to the hospital.”

You saw his big white eyes narrow. “I can’t afford an ambulance. Hell, I’ll barely afford the medical bill,” you chucked at your own expense, stopping immediately because it hurt too bad. “If you don’t want to bring me call my boyfriend. He’ll pick me up.”

The hero’s eyes widened again and he rapidly shook his head. “No, no, I can get you to the hospital.”

He searched the man’s pockets, trying to find a key for those pesky handcuffs. He was unsuccessful. Sighing, he decided he’d just have to break them. There was no time to waste. You could be seriously hurt.

When the handcuffs were removed from your wrists, you practically cried out in joy. You rubbed your swollen wrists, wincing at how tender whey were.

“Let’s get you outta here, yeah?” Spider-Man muttered as he helped you up. You limped alongside him down the stairs to the street.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You had asked him. He seemed so familiar. His eyes widened.

“You’ve uh… probably seen me before, y’know… as Spider-Man,” he stumbled over his words. You almost laughed at how he tried to make his voice sound deeper. It was adorable. It reminded you of something that Peter would do.

You gasped, “Peter!”

Spider-Man’s head whipped towards you. “I have to tell him I’m okay, that’s my boyfriend. He might be worried about me.”

“We can call him when you get to the hospital okay?” Spider-Man gently told her as they got in a cab that he had hailed down. Peter told him to drive to the nearest hospital as fast as he could.

“Okay, sure… I’m sure he probably hasn’t noticed anyway. Y’know I was goin’ over to his apartment to surprise him. He’s been workin’ so hard on school and I jus’ wanted to make him feel better. He’s been so stressed lately.” You pouted. “Now I s’pose he’s gonna be even more stressed.”

Tears came to your eyes. You wished you could say it was all from the pain, but a part of you knew that you were sad that your boyfriend would only have more on his plate with you in the hospital.

“Y‘know what… maybe I shouldn’t call him. I don’ wanna burden him any more than he already is.”

Underneath the mask, Peter was crying. He couldn’t respond to you. He knew that you’d pick up on the wobble of his voice if he tried. How could you think such things? You were the most important thing in his life. More important than his classes, more important than his Spider-Man duties. You were his everything.

How could his everything think that she was a burden? It pained his heart to know that you thought that way.

Clearing his throat, he said “I think you should tell him. He’s probably worried out of his mind right now.” He wasn’t wrong. Peter was scared shitless. You never opened up like this to strangers and your head was lolling onto his shoulder.

“C’mon, stay with me, baby. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded. He couldn’t let someone else leave him. He couldn’t watch another important person in his life die. He didn’t want you to join the list of loved ones he had lost.

Peter didn’t even care that you or the cab driver knew he was crying now. He had every right to cry when the girl he loved was falling into unconsciousness.

“C’mon, baby. Be strong for me, yeah? I know you can do it. You’re so strong.”

Those were the last words you were able to hear before you blacked out.

Upon waking up, you saw your red-eyed boyfriend hunched over in a nearby seat. “Peter?” Your voice came out groggy and dry, but it got his attention. He cried out your name as he ran to your side. Tears were falling from his eyes as he held your hand and called for the nurse.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay, Peter. It's not as bad as it looks. I’m fine really.”

Truthfully you didn’t feel much pain, but that was probably the drugs they had you hooked up on.

“Please don’t leave me, please. I love you too much. Please don’t leave,” he pleaded, like a broken record. You knew your boyfriend had abandonment issues, but you’d never really seen them as bad as in that moment. “It’s okay, Peter. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re my everything you know that?”

You just nodded and rubbed your thumb over his hand. “I know, baby. I know.”

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mrs-bucky-barnes-73 · 10 months

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I made this and it is SO true

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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Texts From Superheroes

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forgetful-nerd · 1 year

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Criminal: *turns off the lights* haha! Try and fight me when you can't see!

Daredevil: I can still sense you in the dark.

Spiderman: as can I!

Dead pool: I cannot! so this is kind of upsetting for me.

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anisas-nonsense · 2 years

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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imnothawkdevil · 2 years

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Here, have some wonderful moon knight comics excerpts:

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incorrectmarvelquote · 4 months

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Peter: Sometimes Tony asks me “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Peter: I’ve learned that that actually means ‘stop’

Peter: He is never very interested in my thought process

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stxar-pvnk · 22 days

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Sassy Peter is a MENACE.

not only is he a menace he's also a spitting image of Tony when he was younger.

No.

Not his playboy days, or his snarky remark days.

The days where Tony would ramble on like the nerdy scientist he is.

So that's why, when rhodey comes back, seeing a nerdy little kid with curly brown hair that strikingly resembled tonys, He didn't question it.

He simply patted Peter on the back and went to go grab Tony to interrogate the poor man on why he kept his nephew from him.

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 11 months

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Y/N: *on the phone* Tony? I need your help! I-

Tony: Is the compound on fire?

Y/N: ...no?

Tony: Then, it’s not an emergency *hangs up*

Peter: Well? What did he say? What do we do about the portal to hell in the living room?

Y/N: *shrugs* Apparently it’s not an emergency

Kate: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 1 year

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Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-four

summary: peter's worried sick, you can't even look at him.

warnings: violence and it's triggering please be careful while you read this.

listen to: Back to black - Amy Winehouse | Favorite crime - Olivia Rodrigo |This is me trying - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

word count: 1.7 k

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Peter frowned as soon as he entered your room through your window. You weren’t there like you’d told him. He’d been dealing with the police for a few hours, trying to make the incident on the rooftop as amiable as he could. They didn’t quite understand how the crater in the cement floor got there, they were highly suspicious of Peter but he argued that it was something that happened because of the other criminals that got away. He knew that they couldn’t know about you. As far as they were aware, you’d stopped avenging for some time now and you were partying again.

They let him go after a few questions. He was exhausted, as he swing from building to building, he could only think about you and your smile. He couldn’t wait to kiss you and cuddle next to you. He knew that you were tired too, he knew that you felt heavy, he could feel it on the back of his head. He believed that being next to you would make it all better.

He wanted to make it all better. And yet, when he reached Stark Tower, you were nowhere to be seen. Peter watched his watch, you’d said that you would be there. It’d been over two hours, you should be there. He quickly tapped his earpiece twice.

“Karen, can you tell me where my girlfriend is?” Peter asked. He felt his heart thudding a bit faster at the word. Girlfriend. He hadn’t asked you yet, he even wondered if he should. He felt like you were together already, he knew he wanted to make it official but he knew that you weren’t into big gestures so he wondered if he should even bring it up.

“Ms. Stark asked for her location to be private,” the AI answered.

Peter’s features creased with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“HAPPY has her location blocked,” Karen answered as if explaining it better would make Peter’s uneasy feeling go away.

“Connect me to HAPPY,” Peter asked as he took off his mask and walked towards your desk. He tapped the small holographic machine two times and a hologram appeared in front of him. Your main network should’ve popped up, you’d let him use it so many times before. Now, just a big word appeared. ‘ACCESS FORBIDDEN’.

“Mr. Parker?” the voice of your AI rumbled through your room but Peter could barely hear it. His heart was the only thing he could hear, how fast it was beating. He could feel a single drop of sweat falling from his forehead.

Peter was sure that he entered what he could only guess was a sort of anxiety attack. He fought with an AI for god sake. He didn’t recall how much time he’d asked HAPPY for your location and the AI refusing to give it to him. He wondered if Tony could hear him, he wondered if Pepper was listening too. He felt embarrassed for a second until he recalled they were in the cabin for the weekend.

For some reason, it only concerned him more. No one really knew where you were, if you’d been kidnapped, if you were being tortured. Anything could possibly be happening to you and Peter couldn’t keep you safe.

Suddenly, your doorknob moved. Eyes wide open as you entered your room, your eyes puffing from crying, face tainted with tears, red cheeks. Peter frowned slightly at seeing you like this, he knew you weren’t feeling well but this was completely different.

“Where have you been?”

You swallowed harshly as you closed the door.

“I…”

You didn’t finish, you couldn’t be bothered with it. You sighed as you placed the heel of your hand on your eyes before you walked towards your bed. Your chest felt heavy and tight, you wondered if you were going to have another anxiety attack.

“I’ve been worrying sick,” He snapped, and you winced in return. “It’s three a.m. and I was about to call your father,” Peter continued.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter,” you began but he quickly cut you off, you saw how his jaw twitched.

“What are you hiding?”

Your eyes lingered on Peter. You watched his chocolate curls, the caramel eyes slightly tinted with red. It made your throat tighter, seeing him like this. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve held him and told him that you knew everything about Harry, that you both needed to arrest him as soon as possible. That everything would be over.

But you did know better.

You looked down, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. The guilt felt like it was choking you, making your throat tighter and tighter by the second. “Peter, I-” you began, your voice trembling.

Peter’s hair on the back of his neck rose quickly, he felt his surroundings moving at a horrible place, only you remained still. He could feel everything, his senses reacting to something that was coming. “What’s happening with you-”

“I want to break up with you,” you finally spat out.

You didn’t dare to look at him. You couldn’t.

Peter felt as if all of the air in the room had been sucked out. “What?” he asked in a helpless whisper. He thought he heard something wrong. He thought that he might be hallucinating but as you finally raised your head to gaze at him, he understood he hadn’t.

“I thought that,” you couldn’t word your thoughts coherently as you wiped your tears silently with the back of your hands. “Harry and I, we,”

Peter scoffed. He wanted to go and sit next to you, he was craving it, his fingers moving impatiently against his thigh. He couldn’t, though. “Were you together this whole time?” he asked.

“No,”

“You were with him before you came here?”

The air turned heavy, heavier than before. His eyes never left yours as you squirmed under his glare. You wanted to run, run away from him as you’d done before but you stood there. You simply accommodate yourself, clasping your fingers together on your lap instead.

“Yes, but I,”

“So, you’re telling me that you lied to me about coming here so you could see him?”

You felt hot and wounded, you couldn’t control the tears that spilled. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing there, you would put him at risk if after this he went there alone. “Peter, I wanted it to work. I wanted you but I can’t,” you said. “We can’t be together, I,”

“You don’t possibly mean that,” Peter replied, giving a step forward. Only then, you realized that tears were flowing from his caramel eyes, they were red and angry.

It made your heart beat harder in your chest. The fact that he could see right through you, the way you couldn’t possibly lie to him. It was suffocating, the way that he knew you.

And yet, deep down, you knew he didn’t.

“I’m not good for you, can’t you see it?” you finally barked. “I hurt people, I hurt everyone and I use them and I don’t care about it. I destroy lives because I don’t feel good about mine and I…” the tears blurred your vision. Here goes nothing. “I wanted to destroy yours so I could make my life better. I was supposed to sleep with you so I could become an Avenger again,”

Peter frowned for a moment and suddenly it clicked in his head. He felt his chest-beating wildly. You wanted to vomit as you saw on his face how it dawned on him what you were confessing.

That was it. You lost him. You took a shaky breath Peter gazed at you. You looked more sorrowful than ever. He knew that you had to be wrong, there’s no way you could’ve faked the relationship with him. His senses were in peril, he felt like static was overwhelming his entire body.

You were in love.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered. You didn’t answer, you hadn’t even realized it yourself. Peter called your name again but you didn’t answer as you stared at your shaky hands.

He leaned forward but you quickly pulled back.

“I didn’t want you,” you lied. “And you, you need to leave, now,”

Peter shook his head, trying to take your hand, to touch you. If he touched you then everything would be fine, he knew it. You pulled away again, though. You couldn’t bare it, you would crack. Exhausted you removed yourself from the bed, closing your eyes as you gritted your teeth.

“I know you’re lying if you just,” Peter pleaded but you didn’t budge.

“Leave, Peter, please,” you said as you hugged yourself, hoping it would be enough for you to stop shaking, to stop sobbing.

Peter didn’t listen to you. He stood up and chased after you, a fresh wave of tears falling from his face. He needed you, he loved you. You needed to understand how much, maybe if he held you, maybe things could be different. This wasn’t you. He knew you. He knew the good and the bad, he’d seen you. He was seeing you.

“No, don’t touch me,” you protested as your chest ached, your throat hoarse from crying and your burst of emotion. Peter didn’t listen as he walked closer to you. “Don’t touch me,” but he didn’t listen.

Peter held your wrist. Firmly. He wanted to pull you in but you simply trashed against him, he was too strong to let go but he barely managed to put his arm on your waist because, with a swift movement, you charged against Peter with your left palm, slapping him, harshly.

The tension popped for a second. You could’ve sworn that you could only hear your poor heartbeat, everything aching, your palm tingly to the sensation and Peter looking right before letting go of you. His jaw was set, his normally calm caramel eyes now turned stormy, and he was breathing deeply.

And you knew it, at that second, it was over.

Peter gave a step back, bowing his head for a moment as you stood there, frozen in the same position. Not daring to say anything, barely breathing, your insides turning, your heart collapsing as you could see in Peter’s eyes that you’d broken him.

It was broken.

“You’re a coward,” Peter stated after what felt like an eternity, holding your gaze. “You’re a fucking coward,”

He didn’t say anything else, he passed by you before jumping out the window. He didn’t look back, and before you knew it, a sob ripped through your chest.

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cricket-reader · 5 months

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Christmas Cookies

Summary: Peter Parker has a sensory overload at the Avengers Christmas Eve gathering. He worries that the heroes he looked up to all his life will think less of him if he shows how affected he is by the sensory input, so he doesn't say anything.

Warnings: anxiety, sensory issues, slight self-worth issues/insecurity

Word Count: 817

A/N: Today's prompts from @amonthofwhump were sensory overload, temptation, and decorating cookies. Enjoy!

Christmas is in full swing at the Avengers Tower. Garlands and lights are hung around the rooms, Christmas trees set up in the lobby and common room. Stockings for each Avenger and guest are hung near the electric fireplace. Tony got them each stockings that were hero-themed. Even Bucky had a White Wolf stocking.

Wanda is making gingerbread cookies, Pepper is making sugar cookies, and Clint is making the frosting, sneaking tastes every now and then. Bucky and Sam are arguing over how they should make the jambalaya (probably just for the sake of arguing with each other).

Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha are watching Home Alone, Tony having told them that no one should go their whole lives without watching arguably the best Christmas movie. The rest are chatting around the room, catching up with each other.

Peter Parker is seconds away from a meltdown.

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romanoffshouse · 4 months

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Natasha, stuck in a cell with Yelena and Peter: Listen, I'm not claustrophobic, but you're going to have to move.

Yelena: What does claustrophobic mean?

Peter: That she's scared of Santa Claus.

Natasha: No it–

Yelena: Ho, ho, ho!

Peter, panicking: Stop it Yelena, you're scaring her!

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fotibrit · 5 months

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The window cleaners for Avengers Tower dress up as Avengers. Its a fun gag, Tony finds it hilarious, and so he pays the extra for it.

Peter, in full spider-suit, making eye contact with the window cleaner outside, who is also dressed up as Spider-Man.

Spider-Man pointing meme ensues.

#if someone draws this i will give you a crisp high five #marvel mcu #avengers #peter parker #spider man

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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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