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updated prompt list

here’s some more prompts since you seemed to like the last list so much ! :)  the rules are the same ;  send me a mcu character + a number or numbers in my ask and i’ll write an x reader with the prompt(s) !! ~~ 1.  “I’m sorry but I can’t be with you.” 2. “I hate everyone in the world except for you.” 3. “I’ve been such an idiot, thinking that you could possibly feel the same.” 4. “Just hold my hand, alright? 5. “May I have this dance?” 6. “We’re too young to be in love.” “Says who?”  7. “What made you fall in love with me?” 8. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.” 9.  “We’re perfect for each other. It’s almost like we should get married or something.”  10. “You can move in with me if you want.”  11. “If you walk out that door, don’t even think about coming back.” 12. “Wait, are you ticklish?” 13. “Why do you hate me so much?” “I don’t hate you, and that’s the problem.” 14. “Seeing you with them hurts too much.” 15. “You’re adorable.” “I’m not adorable I could kick your ass if I wanted to.” 16. “You left and I didn’t hear from you for months.” 17. “You are both the best and the worst thing that has ever happened to me.” 18. “I like it when you smile.” 19. “I’d think I could stay here forever if I didn’t have to save the world almost every day.” 20. “I’m sorry but I don’t love you.” 21. “When you said you’d die for me I didn’t think you meant literally.” 22. “Do you really want to have this conversation right now?” 23. “You know I’m always down for a good party.” 24. “Out of all the shirts in our room and you end up with mine.” 25. “I can’t tell if I want to kiss or punch you.” 26. “I love you so much it hurts. Do you know how scary that is?” 27. “I don’t have time for relationships. I’m too busy saving your ass.” 28. “Will you still be here in the morning?” 29. “You really can’t be that naïve. She likes you.” 30. “I’ve been your biggest fan for years.” 31. “I didn’t know you could play piano.” 32. “Please don’t leave me.” 33. “You can kiss me now.” 34. “When I picture my future it always involves you.” 35. “How long have you been writing about me?” 36. “So, what? You leave and we act like none of this ever even happened?” 37. “I know you love me. But I think you love her too.” 38. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” 39. “Quit stealing the blankets!” 40. “Can you carry me the rest of the way? I’m tired.” 41. “How drunk was I?” 42. “Were you drawing me?” 43. “We should go on a road trip.” 44. “I hate you.” “Promise?” 45. “Stop looking at me like that or I’m going to kiss you.” 46. “No, hey, please don’t leave me. I got you.” 47. “You need rest.” “Sleep is for the weak.” 48. “Let them go or I won’t be so nice.” 49. “Where did you learn to say that?” 50. “I’m tired of being the bad guy.” 51. “I don’t want to fight you, but I will if I have to.” 52. “You finally get me to say yes to a date. . . and then you don’t even show up.”

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to hide and to find | P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader  Warnings: None  Requested by Anonymous:  Can I get 5&7 with Peter Parker 5. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” “Why do you care so much?” 7. “I thought you stopped looking for me.” A/N; I didn’t proof-read this so sorry for any mistakes I might have made  ~~ Growing up with Peter Parker had been simple, fun, as easy as breathing. He was your best friend and you were his. There had been no doubt about that ever since you first met in kindergarten when he had come and sat next to you at recess because no one else had wanted to. Maybe it was because of the way your hair was a mess and your clothes were ripped, or simply because you had immediately been labeled the weird girl. Everyone cared about labels when they were younger – but not him. He had wanted to be your friend and something about that shocked you, but you didn’t turn him away. There was something soft in his eyes and welcoming in his presence and you loved that about him. It wasn’t long before you, Peter, and Ned were inseparable. Most of the time the three of you would hang out at Peter’s because he had a bunk bed and all the cool gadgets that he claimed to have made himself. You believed him, though. More importantly you believed in him. He was intelligent and you knew he was going to go places. ~~ You found out he was Spider-Man the same day that Ned did. The two of you had sat on his bed, waiting for him to get home like you did a lot lately. He used to be the one waiting on the two of you but recently things had changed. He began acting weird, distant, distracted. He claimed it was the Stark internship, but you didn’t exactly buy that lie. You had known him his whole life and he was still not that good at keeping secrets – especially from you. Eventually you had got tired while waiting and laid down on his bed, your eyes staring at the bottom of the bed above you. You easily distracted yourself with counting each tile holding it in place for a few minutes until you suddenly felt Ned frantically tapping on your arm. You sat up quickly and hit your forehead directly on the top bunk bed and exclaimed in surprise, clutching your forehead in your hand as pain throbbed through your entire skull.  Then you slowly looked up, a red suit slowly coming back into focus. Peter froze, finally noticing you both sitting before him. “Oh, my god.” You whispered, the pain immediately forgotten. “Oh, my god.” Ned repeated, the lego death star that he had brought over now strewn across the bedroom floor. “Y/N, Ned?” Peter exclaimed, pushing a button of some sorts on his chest, sending the spider suit falling off his body and on to the floor. “Peter?” You squeaked, staring a little more at him than you probably should have been. “What the fuck?” You added, finally looking back up into his eyes which were filled with panic. “You’re the Spider-Man from YouTube.” Ned answered your lingering question with one hundred percent certainty. And as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. Your best friend was Spider-Man and he had kept it from you. Something about that boiled over angry inside of you until your shock was replaced with hurt. “Why did you keep that from us? From me?” You mouthed your last question, hesitant to even speak about how much you were hurting at that very moment. Before he could answer you, his bedroom door swung open to reveal Aunt May. The smile she had on her face immediately fell into confusion, but she almost masked it well enough. Smoke flew in his door behind her and she coughed, fanning it away. “I burnt the food.” She announced. “Anyone feel like going out?” Peter stood beside the two of you now, awkwardly shirtless and without pants. You were so numb and in shock you didn’t know how to act. You could only imagine what the scene must have looked like to May. “I’m sorry, Aunt May, but I was just leaving.” Your voice came out triumphant as you grabbed your jacket off the back of his chair and made your way towards his door. You didn’t even look back at Peter, but you hoped he knew how angry you were. It was two in the morning and you were still very much awake. You tossed and turned but you weren’t even sure if you were trying to sleep or if the turning was just a distraction, trying to calm yourself down. Peter was Spider-Man. It kept repeating in your mind that your best friend was a superhero. One night a few months ago you had stayed up late, watching videos of the self-proclaimed Spider-Man stopping busses with his bare hands, shooting webs out of his palms and you had been in awe. But now knowing that it was him, something inside of you switched like a light switch. He was throwing himself in front of fast, out of control busses and he was swinging from really high heights with very thin sticky stuff that could very well break at any minute and send him plummeting down to the ground – your panicked thoughts were halted when you heard light knocking on your window. You snapped your head to look and see who it was but you were just greeted with a stranger looking back at you – with a red body suit on and black ovals for eyes. You stared back at him for a minute, contemplating if you wanted to get up and let him in or not. He knocked again and you could almost feel the faint smile you knew he had to have on his lips. You gave in and angrily threw your window open not even standing by to let him in, tossing yourself back on to the comfort of your bed. Spider-Man was in your room, you thought to yourself. He lifted the mask off his face, and you were greeted with your best friend Peter Parker looking back at you. Now this was more comfortable, more familiar. “Hey.” He spoke shyly, scratching the back of his neck. You tried not to think about how adorable he looked doing it. But you had spent way too many years pushing down your feelings for him to let them resurface then and there while you were discovering a terrifying secret about him. “Hi.” You answered weakly, hoping he could hear the reluctance in your tone. You couldn’t even meet his eyes, staring instead at your own hands that rested against your sheets. He groaned, tossing his head back in defeat. “What’s wrong?” He asked, clearly trying and failing to hide the panic in his tone. “You’re Spider-Man.” You answered simply, finally looking up at him. “In my defense, you weren’t even supposed to know that.” He tossed his mask on your bed in defeat and you resisted the urge to throw it back at him. “Yeah, what the hell is that about? I thought we told each other everything, Peter. This would especially be something to tell me.” You were trying to keep your voice down, your parents in the next room over. “I didn’t want anyone knowing, Y/N. I didn’t want you to think different of me now just because I” “Just because now you can stop moving vehicles?” You finished his sentence, standing up and walking closer to him now. “Just because now you get to hang out with the in-crowd? Tony Stark, Steve Rogers?” Your faces were inches away from each other now and you were so scared that you didn’t even notice. “Yes, actually.” He sighed, his eyes boring into yours with a soft intensity that could even give you chills. Your heart broke a little and you felt your eyes begin to water. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” You cried out, backing away from him but not all the way. And you finally realized all the reasons why him being Spider-Man terrified you, made you angry. “Why do you care so much?” He exclaimed back, loud enough to make you jump but not loud enough for your parents to hear. You shook your head absent-mindedly, staring at the way his eyes looked darker in the pale moonlight sinking its way into your room. You remembered the first time Peter had scared you. You were ten and playing hide-and-seek with him and Ned, innocent and playful like all things should be when you’re still young and naïve. But after a few minutes turned into thirty and you were still hiding in the fence that surrounded the school dumpster you began to wonder if he had just given up on you. Thirty-five minutes and you began to panic but you still tried to stay hidden, still tried to believe that he would still look for you. He found you at thirty-seven minutes, out of breath and hair all sorts of directions it hadn’t been in before. The smile that appeared on his lips at the sight of you made the waiting feel worth it. You had thrown yourself into his arms and buried your red cheeks into the crook of his neck, finally breathing correctly again. “I thought you stopped looking for me.” You had whispered against his cheek. He pulled away from your hug then and laughed. He laughed like you had just said something that didn’t make any sense. You knew that laugh well. “Y/N, I would never stop looking for you.” He had promised, holding his pinkie out for you to link yours with. You tried really hard not to cry, young and emotional. But you managed to give a silent pinkie promise, accepting that he would never leave you like that. It made your heart swell and you pulled him back into the hug until Ned came over to where the two of you were. The second time Peter Parker had ever scared you that badly was when you found out he was Spider-Man. The same panic had landed itself deep in your chest then but in a different way. The thoughts that filled your head were more intense this time, thinking that he may leave you for better and stronger people. He finally had the life you always knew he was capable of having. But you also seen him getting hurt, something going so seriously wrong that he couldn’t come back from it and it made you feel like you had less time with him either way. “Y/N?” Peter’s voice drew you back to the present and you wondered how long you had been daydreaming for. You took a few steps closer to him again and tried to find it in you to explain all your worries. “Peter I’m really happy for you, I am.” You forced the words out but a part of you understood. Understood how much this meant to him and you wanted to be supportive. He shook his head, scoffing softly. “You don’t have to lie to me.” You straightened your face and reached for his hand but grabbed his wrist instead. “I’m not. I’m not lying.” “I’ve known you for my whole life. I know you are.” He smiled a bit and you felt calm again. “I want to be happy for you. But all I can think about is that you’re going to get hurt. Or you’re going to meet more important people and have no time for Ned and me at all.” You admitted, searching his face. “Y/N, you and Ned are the two most important people to me. I’m still Peter, just . . . stronger.” He wiggled his eyebrows a bit and you couldn’t help but laugh. Something about the softening of the situation gave you a boost of confidence and you took the next steps, closing the gap between the two of you. Your faces so close already that his nose brushed against your forehead, but he didn’t make a move to step back. “Do you pinkie promise you’re not going anywhere?” You whispered, looking up at him. His pinkie found yours and linked around it, “I promise that I will never leave you.” There was a pause then, “Or Ned.” You smiled and nodded. “Good enough for me.” Before he could answer, your lips found his in the darkness. His lips brushed harshly against yours, saying a million more promises as his hand found your lower back. Your hand pressed against his neck, pulling him closer to you. A smile creeped across his features and he pulled away slowly from the kiss, beginning to place a hundred more kisses across your face and shoulder blade. “You have no idea how long I’ve loved you.” You admitted and he smiled, brushing a strand of your hair back behind your ear. “I bet I can guess.” 

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tangled accidents | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader  Warnings: None  Requested by @bb-buckyy:  okay HEAR ME OUT!! a chaotic bucky x reader where he's playing with the readers hair with him metal arm and the readers hair gets stuck between the plates🙈🙈 A/N; I had fun writing this but I am sorry in advance  ~~ Bucky loved to hold you. He loved to feel you safe in his arms, loved to leave soft kisses on your forehead as you slowly fell asleep in his arms. He liked the feeling of your fingers gently brushing through his hair like you could do it all day, and he really wish you could. He loved finally being able to love someone again, loved not having to worry from each day to the next if he was going to wake up to find that he had lost you. You promised him that you would never leave him for your one year anniversary and without a doubt, he had believed you. The two of you were constantly holding on to each other, not really caring about who was around to see. And the Avengers, for the most part, didn’t mind it either. There was no competition – you two were the absolute cutest, superior couple in the superhero world. That’s why it had been so damn comedic for everyone around when one morning, everyone had rushed into you and Bucky’s shared room as you began to cry out in what was sure to be pure panic. You and Bucky had been having a lazy morning, just the two of you laying in bed with one another. Your hand resting lazily against his cheek, his leg draped over yours in a mess of tangled limbs, his metal hand running through your hair. It had been sweet, peaceful, comfortable at first. Then, without warning, his metal hand gave a slight tug instead of a gentle run through of your hair and you exclaimed in surprise. Bucky seemed petrified, stunned as he stared at where his hand and your hair connected. “Oh, no.” He barely whispered, more like mouthed, completely in shock it would seem. Your eyes widened in fear, too scared to move. “Oh, no, what? Bucky?” You then tried to sit up, but was immediately stopped by being tugged back down. “Ow, fuck!” “Y/N, I am so, so sorry.” Bucky began, trying to weave the hand out of your tangled hair. “Fuck.” He grunted out, tugging a little bit harder. But his hand remained tangled, your hair weaved perfectly throughout the shafts in his metal arm. “Bucky. . . “ You tried to remain calm for his sake. You hated to think he would blame himself for this, knowing how self-conscious he would sometimes get about his metal arm. But it was hard not to freak out when your hair was two seconds away from being ripped out of your head. “We should call for help.” He admitted, staring solemnly at your hair. “I don’t think we can get this untangled by ourselves.” You sighed slowly, carefully. As if the mere sound of your breathing could just tug at your hair more. Luckily for the both of you, most of the team was still in the compound, having just gotten back from a mission the night before. “Thor!” You exclaimed, his name coming to mind first. “Sam!” You added a little bit louder. Sam paused, putting his glass of milk slowly down on the kitchen counter. “Did any of you hear that?” “Hear what?” Nat asked, giving him a questioning look. Then, a very loud and clear yell coming from your room sounded throughout the halls again. “Natasha!” You cried helplessly, now trying to untangle his arm from your hair. Everyone in the room shared a single panicked glance before slowly and hesitantly walking towards your room. The door flew open a minute later as you were trying to untangle his hand from your hair by sticking a pen tip into one of the slits of the metal. You both froze, making eye contact with Sam first. “What the hell is happening in here?” He asked, slowly lowering the gun he had taken just in case. “Um.” You looked back at Bucky then back at the group who had gathered into your room one by one. “My hair is tangled in Bucky’s arm.” Which was a sentence you never once had seen yourself saying, but there you were. “No way.” Nat gasped, clearly trying to cover up a laugh that threatened to slip past her lips as she stared at the scene before her. “Yes way.” Bucky replied, glaring. You hated that he had to be in the middle of this. You knew how much he hated making a scene, tried to stay distant from embarrassing subjects such as getting his girlfriend’s hair stuck in his arm. But you were both panicked at this point, wondering how in the hell you were going to become separate again. When you had thought that you wanted to stay beside him forever, this was not what you had in mind. “Okay, well. Why did you call us back here then?” Tony asked, giving the two of you a once-over as he escaped his place in the doorway and finally came into your room. You motioned towards your hair and rolled your eyes. “We’re gonna need a bit of help here. We tried, we can’t get un-stuck.” You whined, still trying to tug away from him. Bucky’s other hand was lying protectively on your arm now. “We might have to cut it off.” Wanda suggested wearily, eyeing the two of you nervously. “No you fucking will not.” You exclaimed, tugging harder on your hair this time. Nothing. You resisted the urge to scream. But you hated to admit that the thought had crossed your mind too. What other possible ways was there to get things out of hair than to cut it out? “There’s a party tonight. I don’t want to be stuck to him still but I would very much like to have all of my hair still here too.” You sighed, resting your head back against his arm finally, exhausted. Bucky closed his eyes and rested his head on your shoulder and you could almost feel how bad he felt and it made you ache. “Buck.” You murmured, almost forgetting that the rest of the team was still standing in your bedroom. “This isn’t your fault, okay? We’ll figure it out.” You glanced up at the team and silently begged them to do anything. Wanda cleared her throat, stepping a bit closer to the edge of your bed. “I could try to move it.” She waved her fingers to show what she had meant. You let out a sigh of relief, nodding. “Anything is worth a shot.” “Okay.” She nodded before moving her hands, the red mist flowing from her palms appeared smoothly. She moved her hands skillfully above where his hand remained connected to your hair and you felt your hair pull ever-so-slightly. You winced and groaned as she continued to move you. It felt like hours before you finally felt your hair get freer and freer from his grip until suddenly, you could move your head again. Thor exclaimed proudly first, the rest of the team following. You lifted your head and looked at the loose strands still twisted between his now free arm and couldn’t help it – you laughed. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at the situation at hand himself. You threw your head back onto your pillow and laughed even louder, imagining how silly it must have seemed. “Oh, my god.” You breathed out after a minute, finally calming down. “Thank you, Wanda.” You added and she smiled. “I’m just glad it worked.” She replied. Eventually the team left your room, deciding to let the two of you go back to having you alone time now that you could finally move again. Once alone, you rolled over on to your side and kissed him softly. He smiled into the kiss, not allowing you to pull away from what would have been a quick brush of your lips. “Bucky, it’s okay.” You reassured him, tugging on his hair reassuringly. “Shit happens.” He smiled a soft, shy smile and nodded. “But for future reference, I will not be touching your hair with the metal hand ever again.” You laughed, nudging your nose with his. “Agreed.”

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Not a good soldier, but a good man.

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down memory lane | N.R.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader  Warnings: Memory loss, injuries, a little angst  Requested by Anon:  natasha romanoff & 14  14. “Do you know who I am?” “No… should I?” Summary: During a mission, Nat gets hurt really bad. When she wakes up, she doesn’t recognize the reader - who happens to be her girlfriend. Reader makes it her main mission to help her remember who both of them are.  A/N; This was so long already so I think I’m going to turn this into a little series.  ~~ It was supposed to be a quick mission, an in and out back by dinner kind of mission. But there were more Hydra agents than you could count when you got there, and it was too late. Even on both of your best days you didn’t think that either one of you could have gotten out of there without getting your asses beat. Before you had even had the chance to hit back, everything went dark. The last thing you remembered seeing was a fist coming straight for your face and Nat trying her hardest to fight another one behind it. It didn’t take long for you to come back to because the first thing you noticed was the sounds of Nat and an agent still fighting back and forth. You slowly and groggily sat up, your eyes landing on the rest of the agents that she must have already defeated for they laid down almost in a pile by your feet. You reached for your gun but before you could pull the trigger, Nat let out an earth shattering, heart stopping screech. Then it went silent. The Hydra agent had slammed her head so hard against the brick wall behind her that it even had you seeing black, dark stars. And then you pulled the trigger, only seeing red now as you ran to pick her slack body up. “Nat.” You practically shouted, as if there was a really loud noise that you needed to yell over. That sound was probably your heart pumping so hard against your chest. She didn’t wake up. “Nat, please.” It was becoming harder to keep your composure and you inhaled harshly before lifting her body up, carrying her back to the car bridal style. She remained limp in the back seat the entire ride to the hospital and you found it hard to keep your eyes on the road, constantly looking back to see if she was stirring. But if you didn’t know any better you would say she was – no, you wiped those thoughts from your mind and sped faster to the hospital. The sound of people rushing to take her into a room was enough to flinch, to jump back. You were shaking so badly that they nearly knocked you down just by brushing past you with her on a stretcher. You didn’t even have it in you to try and follow them. You collapsed in the nearest waiting room chair and nervously tapped your leg for an hour and a half. By the time the doctor came to get you, you were half asleep and getting closer to passing out every second. You quickly stood up to greet him once you saw the doc walking your way though. You had fully expected him to tell you that she was okay and awake, she was going to make a speedy recovery. This was your strong, badass girl who you had looked up to long before you had fallen in love with her and you had full faith in her will to get back up again. But the doctor’s expression did not look promising. “She is stable.” He started immediately, but something in his voice sounded hesitant, solemn. “We believe she has entered a minor coma from the blunt trauma to her skull.” Your face immediately fell from hopeful to terrified, and he seemed to notice because he quickly added. “It’s nothing that she can’t wake up from. It only matters that we do not know when she will.” You tried to nod, tried to act like you were calm about this. But inside your heartbeat felt like it had come to a halt, your breathing rigged with the fear of not being able to talk to her for some time. “Can I see her?” Your voice surprisingly came out smooth. He nodded, motioning for you to follow him. “Right this way.” 

When you got into the room the first thing you noticed was the repetitive beeping coming from the machines they had her hooked up to. You could help but think that this wasn’t her, she was supposed to be awake. She had taken way worse hits before and had been uninjured completely. But nonetheless, she was asleep. Lifeless if it wasn’t for the machine that were tracking her every thought. The beeping was loud and was getting louder every second. You tried not to let it bother you, focusing instead on her. The doctor left you alone with her and you nearly collapsed into the chair conveniently placed next to the hospital bed that she lied in. “Nat.” You breathed out, reaching for her hand and feeling her soft skin underneath your palm. Still alive, you reminded yourself. “You haven’t been out long but I miss you already.” You were crying now, gripping her hand so hard you were surprised she didn’t wake up just from the pressure. “Please, don’t do this. You’re my girl. The last time you were away from me for too long I could have sworn I started going through withdrawals.” You let your head fall on to her chest, listening to the faint heartbeat that continued gracefully though her ribcage. Still her, just asleep. ~~ The first night the two of you fell asleep in the same bed, you were still just friends. It was a late night and you were both exhausted from a mission but she had still invited you into her room to watch a movie and relax. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach when she had asked – the feeling that she could only give you. She fell asleep a little bit before you, only thirty minutes into the movie. You didn’t bother turning the television off, instead you rolled over onto your side to face her and watched the way her eyelashes calmly fluttered against her cheeks. You watched the way her chest would rise and fall slowly and you wanted her always to be this peaceful. She was dreaming and smiling and that’s all you would ever want for her. When you woke up the next morning, the two of you were a tangle of limbs and long hair in each other’s faces, a soft glow of sunlight hitting her every feature in just the perfect way and you didn’t want to get up from that bed ever. ~~ When you wake up, you almost forget that you’re in a hospital room. The beeping confuses you until it slowly gets clearer what the sounds are coming from. You don’t open your eyes until you feel it. Tapping on your right shoulder, weak but clear. Your eyes snap open and you sit up in your seat next to the bed and you realize what the source of the tapping is – it’s her. She’s awake. You let out a laugh of disbelief and relief at the sight of Nat, slowly looking around her in confusion. “Baby.” You breathed out, standing up and walking towards the door. “We need a doctor.” You called out to anyone who might be listening, the hallway full of people in doctor’s coats and stethoscopes around their necks. You almost forgot how scary hospitals were. Once there was a doctor in sight, you turned back around and stood next to the bed. “Hi.” You smiled happily at her, you went to absent-mindedly brush her messy hair back but she winced away. “Does your head hurt?” She looked even more confused than before, placing her hand to the side of her head. “Are you a doctor?” She asked, her eyes bearing into yours. Your heart fell. “What do you mean? Nat, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” You laughed softly, hoping that she might be joking. She didn’t answer, just searched your face like she had so many questions about the person in front of her. “Do you know who I am?” You whispered, just as the doctor reached the room you were in. “No. . . should I?” She asked, her voice weak and cracked. It almost didn’t sound like her at all. You lost the ability to breathe as you slowly retreated from her bedside, the doctor taking your place next to her. Your sight went blurry as new tears came to the surface. This was a dream, you tried to convince yourself, you were still asleep. This was just a nightmare and you would be waking up soon right next to her in the comfort of your own bed. It took a nurse several minutes to finally get you to calm down and sit in the waiting room again like some common stranger to the patient in her room. Once you had taken many sips from a plastic cup of water the nurse had given you, you could almost breathe normally again. “She doesn’t remember me.” You whispered, staring at the now empty cup in your shaking hands. It still didn’t feel real. “She looked right at me and I didn’t see love. I saw emptiness, cluelessness.” The nurse sighed softly and took the cup from your hands, throwing it into a trashcan nearby before taking a seat next to you. It was early and for the most part, your section of the waiting room was quiet. Except for the sound of your knee nervously jumping up and down on the cold tile floor. “If she loves you, she will find you.” The nurse spoke wisely, like she had given this speech a million times over before. You tried to let her presence and her words bring you somewhat peace but you still couldn’t calm your jerky knee of the tears that threatened to escape your eyes every second. But the words did strike a chord with you, and you allowed yourself to wrap yourself up in her comforting like a blanket. You had doubted many things and caused many other people to doubt, but one thing that you believed in wholeheartedly was that Natasha had loved you. And you loved her. She would find you, you would just have to remind her that she loved you. The doctor came out of her room an hour later, looking drained and exhausted. Not much differently, you suspected, from yourself. Their eyes searched the room until they finally landed on you, alone now and still shaky. It was the doctor’s turn to sit in the same chair the nurse once had. To talk to you, yes. But also, probably, to get off his aching and tired legs. You couldn’t imagine being a doctor – not like your job was much easier, of course. The doctor sat in silence for a few minutes and you let him. Nervous of what he might tell you once he finally decided to speak. But eventually, he turned to look at you and took a deep breath before inevitably beginning to speak. “Memory loss is very common in these sorts of cases. Some can last a few days, a few months” “A few years.” You finished, your eyes meeting his. He didn’t need to answer, the look in his eyes told all. “But she wasn’t asleep for very long and that very well could be a good sign. Maybe she’ll call for us in a minute and be perfectly fine.” “Or she could go home with me and not recognize the colors on the walls.” You mumbled, more to yourself this time than to him but he nodded nonetheless. You wanted to have faith. You wanted to look at the closed door of her room and expect her to come out any time now. But you also refused to let yourself do that, refused to let yourself think or expect anymore from her than she might be able to give in that very moment. So instead of staring at the closed door, you decided to get up and walk back into the room that your girlfriend and the love of your life was currently laying down in alone. And she didn’t deserve to be alone. “Hi.” You whispered, a blanket that the front desk had offered to you wrapped around your shoulders. “Is it okay if I come in?” You were so scared that she was going to say no. That she might be scared of the crazy stranger girl that had been asleep on her chest when she had woken up in a hospital room and you wouldn’t blame her if she was. She stared at you for a second, contemplating in silence. You were silently begging her to say yes, and it worked. “Okay.” She nodded, slowly scooting up a bit in the bed. You let out a soft breath that you had held patiently and closed the door behind you, sitting back down in the same chair you had fallen asleep in. “I’m guessing you still have no idea who I am, huh?” You offered a soft smile. You didn’t want to pressure her because as hard as this was for you, you imagined it was quite a bit harder for her. You wanted her to remember you for you, yes. But you also wanted her to remember the rest of her friends, wanted her to remember what she did and who she was for her. She slowly shook her head and you could tell she was straining just to try and remember anything about you. Her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip slipped in between her teeth like they always did when she was deep in thought. You used to kiss her chin when she did that and she would laugh. You wanted nothing more than to be able to do that right then and there. “The last thing I remember is . . .” She paused, searching. “Graduating from the Re-“ “The Red Room,” You filled in the blanks once it became clear she couldn’t exactly remember the name of the place she trained at for so many years. “That was a very, very long time ago. You’re different from that now.” She nodded. “Then who are you?” Your breath hitched for a split second before you cleared your throat, struggling to figure out what exactly you should tell her. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I am a trained assassin, much like yourself. We met years ago on a mission when we officially became what we are called the Avengers. We were best friends for a very long time.” “And we aren’t now?” She asked, clearly trying to figure out what anything you had just said meant. You chuckled softly and resisted the urge to reach for her hand. “No. No, now we’re in a relationship. We have been for almost a year now.” Her eyes widened and she began to examine you in a new light. You could tell by the way her eyes wandered over you like you weren’t a scary stranger anymore. “I have taste.” She announced, laughing the soft laugh you had missed without knowing you had even missed it. “Mm, I think you are way out of my league but you would get mad at me every time I said that so.” You put your hands up in surrender, your smile staying across your lips. The two of you sat in silence for a second, trying to absorb everything. Her hand found yours first, in the soft glow of the hospital light. “I really hope I can remember you soon.” She whispered, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You looked down at your intertwined hands and inhaled sharply, “Yeah. I really hope so too.” You looked back up, eyes meeting as you smiled a forced smile.

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can you do 47 and then peter x stark! reader?💛

47. “If you kiss me there is no turning back.” Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Warnings: None A/N; Prompt from this list  Also I wrote this when I was really tired so hopefully I didn’t make any mistakes ~~You’ve liked him since the first time you laid your eyes on him. When you first met Peter Parker, he was walking into the avengers compound with your dad, Tony Stark. You don’t remember much about what you had been doing before or after you met the boy, but you do remember everything seeming to go in slow motion all of the sudden. Like you had been looking for something for a very long time, and now? Now, here it was. A smiling boy with fluffy hair and a shirt that had a dumb math joke on it, your heart was set on him immediately. He would come over a lot to discuss meetings after the whole “vulture” situation, and you would watch from a distance. You’d smile softly as Peter would smile at your father, laughing at something that you assumed your dad didn’t find as amusing. He would sometimes smile over at you, too. Those were the times you would look away and act like you were far too busy to pay attention to some stranger boy. You felt bad about it, you really did. But this was Spider-Man, and your dad was your dad. You couldn’t possibly imagine a world where he would let you date anyone right now, let alone Peter Parker. So you tried to shut yourself down every time he came around, only paying him any mind when he was too busy to look back at you. This went on for months. The constant back and forth of trying to ignore him - even forget him, except the him being around you a lot kind of made that difficult. Sometimes he would stay for a quick dinner with the rest of the avengers. He would sit next to you, and his side-glancing did not go unnoticed by you. Some times you would let your hands set dangerously close to each other’s, but they would never touch. The electricity between you two was magnetic, and eventually the avoiding him thing was completely forgotten. He would come over and pay so much attention to you as you made jokes, talked to him about science, that he barely ever came over to do actual work anymore. You were so enveloped by him and his stupid smile that you didn’t notice the fact that your time together did not go past Tony. Nothing ever did. “Hey, kid.” Tony came into your room after tapping on your door twice. He looked around the room once, as if he was expecting someone else to be in there with you. You closed the book you had been reading - a book that Peter had let you borrow - and sat up on your bed, quirking a brow as you followed his gaze around the room. “What’s up?”He shrugged, taking a seat next to you. “Can we talk?” Your heart beat began to race. You swallowed, trying to cover up most of your worry. “Yeah, of course.” You didn’t know why you were so worried. Tony was the best dad ever, undoubtedly. You could only remember him being truly angry at you three times in your life. Sure, you would get into short arguments but they never lasted longer than a day. When you got into trouble for sneaking out, or for breaking something while down in his lab, he always tried to keep calm with you. But now, as you waited for him to speak, you felt like you were about to hate what came out of his mouth. “I’ve noticed you spending a lot of time with the Parker kid.” He motioned towards the book still in your hands as if he knew exactly where you had gotten it and who you had gotten it from. Before you could come up with an excuse, he continued to speak. “I think it’s great that you’ve made another friend, I really do. But . . .” You immediately halted, the breath from your lungs caught in your throat. Of course there was a ‘but’. “I think he sees you as more than a friend. In fact, I know he does. It’s distracting him from his duties and quite frankly, I don’t like the idea of you dating someone like . . . him.” You closed your eyes, trying to absorb everything he had just said. Yep, you decided after a moment, you knew you were about to hate the words that came out of his mouth. “You have got to be kidding me.” You whispered after a second, finally opening your eyes. “What could you possibly mean by ‘someone like him’?” But you already knew. He looked at you, like waiting for something more harsh to come out of your mouth. But instead, you got up and left him waiting in your own room. You had nothing else to say to him. ~~You knew Peter was supposed to come over the next day, and so you patiently waited for him. It’s not like you needed an excuse to talk to him anymore but nonetheless, you made sure to finish the book he had gave to you so you could give it back to him. When Happy’s car pulled into the driveway, you were a blur as you ran past Vision and into your room, grabbing the book where it was sat on top of your made bed, waiting for you. By the time you made it back into the main room, you were breathless as you crossed the room in Peter’s direction. His face lit up at the sight of you and as infectious as his grin was, you smiled back. “I finished the book.” You spoke, slowly placing it into his hand. “I really liked the ending. I’m glad they ended up together, I just hate how long it took them.” You made sure to enunciate every single word that came out of your mouth, hoping that the kind of naive boy might get the hint this time. “I also did not take you as the kind of boy to read YA romances.” You added, jokingly. He seemed taken aback for a second before laughing, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers along the cover. “Yeah, neither did I. This is rare, but I like it. I’m glad you did . . .” His eyes wandered over to where your dad had just made an exit before quickly finishing his sentence, “Too. Hey, I should probably -” He motioned towards your dad and you laughed, nodding. “Yeah, okay.” You nearly froze as he began to walk away, but last second you got your courage back to take his arm into yours. “Could you meet me on the roof after you’re done here?” You whispered into his ear, your dad getting closer to the two of you by the second. “I’d really like to talk more . . . about the book.” He looked shocked and confused as he slowly pulled away, looking at you for a split second then back to your dad as he quickly nodded, walking away. You usually listened to your dad, for the most part. It’s not like most of his rules were unreasonable or non maintainable but Peter Parker was one thing that you would deliberately go against him for, and that’s exactly what you were going to do. You got more and more insane by the minute while you waited for him to come up on to the roof, where you had been waiting for him so far for thirty minutes exactly. You thought about how you really, really liked the boy that was on his way up to meet you in any minute. You thought about how you really wished your father would understand. You thought about what you might possibly say to Peter once he made his way up to you, or if you would just kiss him. But you wondered if maybe he didn’t feel the same about you at all, if maybe you had imagined the whole thing. You were just about to begin panicking even more when you heard Peter clear his throat from behind you, and you snapped around to see him standing there. He had his arms held behind his back and he looked almost scared, like you might body slam him instead of kiss him. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, even though your insides were a complete mush just at the sight of how adorable he was. “Hi.” You spoke finally. “Hey.” He answered, still fidgeting around, stepping from one foot to another. “What did you actually want to talk about?” He asked, his arms going from behind him to being crossed in front of his chest. Something about that simple movement alone made your heart leap in your chest. “Uhh . . .” You looked around you, anywhere but at him now as you spoke, “My dad thinks you have a crush on me. He doesn’t want me talking to you anymore. Now, I don’t think I would have a problem with it. Except for the fact that he has you confused for me.” You looked up at him, your eyes narrowing slightly as you began to slowly walk towards him. “I don’t know how you feel about me. But I do know that I have feelings for you.” You’re so close to him now that you know he can hear your heart beat thumping so far into your throat you feel you may choke on it. You’re terrified and you have no idea where the random burst of confidence came from, but you hope you didn’t just make yourself look like an idiot in front of the best person you may ever meet. He just stares at you for a long time, a time that seems like it could possibly last forever - then, he nervously begins to speak. “And what happens if I say I have feelings for you too?” You smirk, your palms getting sweatier by the second. “Why don’t we find out?” Your voice was weaker now, softer. He began to lean closer, hesitantly and in a moment of thought you backed away. “If you kiss me there is no turning back. If my dad finds out -” “He won’t find out. I’m very good at hiding things.” He let out a soft chuckle and you grinned. “Okay, spider-man.” You placed both hands on either of his cheeks, and leaned in, pressing your lips against his. A kiss that you had been waiting forever for, a kiss that was rushed but the best kiss all the same. His hand gently tracing circles on your back as you gently tugged on his hair. When Peter heard someone walking up the steps, he jumped back. “I’ll call you, yeah?” He asked, his hand gripping your wrist like he wanted anything but to leave you. You nodded, quickly pressing your lips to his one last time before he ran down the stairs. 

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Hey I found your prompt list and would Like to ask If you could so a 3 and 42 with Sam Wilson? Maybe one before and/or after a Mission? Thank you :)

3. “Stop being so reckless so I can sleep at night, please!” 42. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.” Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff, a slight mention of an argument A/N; Prompts from this list ~~No one was happier for Sam when he became Captain America than you. When he told you you had pulled him down immediately into the most excited kiss you two had probably ever shared. The joy that was flowing through your veins at that very moment were equal to the joy that you were feeling again as you stared down at a positive sign on the pregnancy test you had just taken. Wanda jumped up from where she was sitting on the side of the bath tub when she saw you put your hand over your mouth, letting out a choked cry of happiness. “What, what is it?” She asked, trying to decide if she was supposed to be happy or worried from your reaction. “I guess I’m gonna be a . . . a mom.” You answered, showing her the test. It took her a moment to comprehend what you had just told her, but she squealed and wrapped her arms around you as she realized. “Y/N, this is great news! You have to tell Sam.” Your smile slightly faltered as you pulled away from her grasp, looking back down at the test. “I don’t want to worry him or anything. He’s already got enough on his plate right now.” Wanda looked at you as if examining your face for a wound, “This is a baby we’re talking about. Sam is going to be over the moon about this.” “I know, I didn’t say he wouldn’t be happy.” You corrected, absentmindedly crossing your fingers over your stomach. “But he will be worried.” ~~You hadn’t meant to explode at Sam earlier that day, really. He was already stressed about the mission, but so were you. It was a risky one and the last mission alone he had been badly injured, enough to keep you up at night and worried to death.“So, what’s your plan?” You had tried to ask calmly, off-handedly. But when he replied, “I don’t know, I’ll figure it out when I get there.” It took everything in you not to yell at him more than you did. But you took a deep breath and spoke very clearly, once, “Stop being so reckless so I can sleep at night, please!” And it’s not like you didn’t have faith in him, but you still couldn’t help but freak out every time he came home with an injury anywhere. You wanted to have a long life with him, have kids with him, have him live until he was very, very old.  But every time he walked out that door you feared he might not walk back in it. You waited until he left to get the pregnancy test and call Wanda. ~~You knew he wouldn’t be home for at least two days, and so for the next two days you tried to think up different scenarios and ways in which you would tell him that you were pregnant. None of them seemed good enough, though. You wanted him to be shocked, surprised, happy. When you woke up at two in the morning two days later to the faint ghost of lips against your temple, you thought you had dreamed it. But when you woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and the sound of pans clanking together, you knew he was home. No more thinking about telling him, you knew you had to do it now. When you walked into the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of the love of your life cooking for you, and your mind wandered to what it could possibly be like to watch him cook for you and your future kid, or kids. It didn’t take him long to notice you standing there and the smile he greeted you with was so full of happiness, your heart was full as he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Good morning to you, too.” You chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he sat you back down. “I missed you.” Your voice came out softer, like a whisper. “I missed you, too.” He answered, his expressions knowing. “I’m sorry about the way we left things last time.” He added, turning back around to check on the eggs he was also cooking. “I want you to know that the last thing I want to do is worry you.” He took the pans off of the oven and began preparing the plates as he spoke. You shook your head, “I don’t want to lose you.” He stopped and turned around to glance at you before turning back to his work. “I’m not going anywhere.” “Good. Because. . .” You began to walk towards him until your hands were on his sides and your chin resting on his arm, you offering a grin as you looked up at him. He quirked a brow and let out a soft laugh, “What’s up?” “Sam, I’m pregnant.” You spoke, trying to conceal your excitement, waiting for a reaction. He dropped a plate onto the kitchen floor with a loud crash, his eyes not leaving yours. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.” You stated again, studying his face. “Oh my god.” He spoke calmly, looking down at the broken plate finally. But when his eyes slowly drifted back up to meet yours, he nearly yelled. “Oh my god!” He laughed, a grin about a mile wide spreading across his features as his lips immediately found yours again. “This is great!” He exclaimed, holding on to your shoulders like he might fall down at any given minute. “I’m going to be a dad?” You giggled, nodding happily. “You’re going to be a dad!” He pulled you into his body and held you there, his arms wrapped tightly around your back like he was never going to let you go - and you wouldn’t want him to. “I love you both so much.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “We love you too.” 

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26 with Tony pls!

26. “I need a partner, not a babysitter!” Warnings: Injuries, An argument Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader A/N; Prompt from this list ~~You had been reckless on the last mission, hadn’t listened to orders, and barely followed the plan at all. Some called you an idiot, but you had known exactly what you were doing. And even though you walked out of the abandoned building with a broken arm and a busted nose, you still completed the mission. Nonetheless, everyone was very hesitant to let you join the next mission that you could, your arm completely healed and all that was left on your nose was a very bad looking bruise. “You still look terrible.” Nat had said. “I think it makes me look badass.” You shot back, offering a joking smirk afterwards. Tony, however, had barely uttered a sentence to you every since he had been the one to practically carry you back to the compound. You figured he was mad at the fact that you hadn’t listened to the rules he had given, but it definitely wouldn’t be the first or the last time. That’s why you were surprised when he chose you to be his partner on the mission. “Alright, we’re going to have to split up into teams of two for this one. It’s pretty quick, easy, and should be harmless if we pay attention.” His eyes never once left yours as he spoke, like he was scolding you. But you weren’t a child and you weren’t going to let him treat you like one, you broke the eye contact first. “Steve, you’re with Nat. Sam, you’re with Clint.” He continued, and you completely lost interest. Until, you heard your name. “And Y/N, that leaves you with me.” Every bone in you wanted to reject that, wanted to say something sarcastic, but another part of you wanted to be on his side this time. You wanted him to be proud of you for once, and maybe you just wanted to be near him since he had been putting such a big space in between you for the past couple of weeks. The two of you stared at each other for a split second, until Tony’s phone rang. “Okay, be ready bright and early tomorrow morning.” And then he was walking out of the office. “Do you think he wants me to be his partner for this so he can just constantly yell at me for what happened last time?” You joked, taking a bite of the ice cream you and Nat were sharing. Nat shrugged, flipping through the channels on the tv in your room. “You know how Tony is. He just doesn’t know how to say you scared him last time. You scared all of us.” “Oh, come on! I saved the entire mission last time and it’s not like my injuries were that bad.” “You broke your arm.” Nat reminded you, quirking a brow. “Broken bones can heal, failed missions can not.” Nat tilted her head in a nod, “You may have a point there.” ~~You woke up to the sound of someone banging on your bedroom door. You went to close your eyes again when you shot up, realizing that the sun was way more than just up. It had probably been up for at least an hour. You were late and the pounding on the door was not stopping. “Alright!” You practically screamed, throwing your covers off your body and onto the floor, nearly tripping on the tangled sheets. You opened the door and was met with none other than Tony, looking completely rushed. “I know.” Was all you could say, rolling your eyes. “I’m a quick dresser, give me like five minutes.” You went to close the door, but he stopped you. “Do you care about these missions at all?” He asked, and there was a mix of concern and annoyance in his tone. His face was still soft, questioning and for whatever reason you wanted to hug him. “Of course I do, Tony. I slept in, that’s all -” “It’s more than that.” His voice was stern now, “You risk your life every single time you go on one of these things, you barely ever actually listen to what I or anyone else has to say, you’re in your own little world with no care for the other people. And now instead of helping to lead this mission, I have to go with you and make sure you actually follow instructions!” Now you were angry. “I’m not a fucking child, Tony. Every single time I’ve risked my life for a mission it’s been to help with the mission. Don’t you dare say I don’t care about any of you because that’s all I care about! And I need a partner, not a babysitter! So go ahead, help lead the mission, don’t let me stop you.” “You really can’t be this dense.” His voice had gone even softer, if that was even possible. But his words hit you like a knife, and you shook your head. The both of you stood in silence for a moment before you finally decided to grab the door, beginning to close it once again. His hand reached out and grabbed yours, though, holding you and the door in place. “You scared the hell out of me, Y/N.” “I hate following rules if it means it slows me down, you have always known this, Tony. I don’t know why this time was any different.” You were moving your hand, but you didn’t know if you wanted to lace your fingers with his or break his arm. You were capable of doing both. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.” Now he was whispering every word, like it took everything from him just to admit that to you. You decided that you did want to lace your fingers with his, and so you did. “You’re not going to lose me. Not like that, anyways.” You joked and he finally smiled back at you. The two of you stared at each other, like always, trying to figure out if doing anything else would be a bad idea. You quirked a brow and without much of a warning, his lips brushed against yours once. It felt more right than anything else ever had, and so you pulled him back to you, running your fingers through his hair, your kiss remaining gentle, saying all the things you had never been able to say aloud to each other. You eventually pulled back, the need for air becoming more, resting your foreheads against each other. You couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed your lips, tugging on your cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me, Stark.” He let out a loud laugh, leaving kisses all across your face. “I think you might be on to something.” 

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21 with Peter Parker

21. “I really didn’t wanna bother you but…I can’t sleep.” Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader  Warnings: None that I’m aware of.  A/N; Prompt from this list.  ~~ It was the kind of late at night that spilled into early morning, if you tried hard enough you could see light coming out behind the shadow of the moon - and luckily enough for you, you were fast asleep. But Peter wasn’t, and it didn’t take you long to wake up to the sound of soft tapping on your window.  You didn’t open your eyes at first, figuring that you were either dreaming or it was a bird. But the tapping didn’t stop, in fact, it got louder and you immediately jumped up.  It took your eyes a minute to focus on the figure outside but you were eventually greeted with a soft smile and wave from your boyfriend, Peter, who was wearing the spider-man suit, minus the mask.  You slowly waved back but just quirked your brow at him in question. Your phone lit up with a text from him.  Pete: open your window  You huffed out a breathy laugh but nonetheless, lifted your window open to allow him inside the room. “It’s like four in the morning, what are you doing here?” You whispered, careful not to wake anyone else in the house.  His hair was messy, up in all different directions, and his eyes were dangerously drooping. “I really didn’t wanna bother you but . . . I can’t sleep.”  You couldn��t help the smirk that crossed your lips, he was just so damn cute. “You could never bother me,” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “If you stay you have to be out of here by eight though so no one walks in here and sees you in the same bed as me.”  He laughed a soft and breathy laugh and nodded. “The questions alone.” His voice was mocking but his eyes were understanding as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before resting his head on top of yours. “Hmm...if you want to sleep, maybe you shouldn’t do it standing.” You mumbled, pulling yourself back from his grasp and dragging him over to your bed where he immediately made himself comfortable, arm wrapping protectively around you.  “Do you think you could sleep now?” You whispered, eyes examining every single one of his facial features, your fingers twirling around one of his curls.  “I think I might.” He answered, a lazy smile tugging on his lips.  “Goodnight.” You left a kiss on the side of his mouth before burying your head into his chest.  “Goodnight, cutie.” He replied, kissing the top of your head.  ~~ You woke up at exactly seven to the sun shining directly in your eyes and the sound of Peter’s light snores. You slowly looked up, careful not to wake him just yet, he looked so peaceful. You couldn’t help but wonder if this could be the both of you in a few years, waking up together but not having to worry about your parents coming to your room any minute. You sighed, kissing his nose. He scrunched his nose and pulled you impossibly closer to him, groaning when you whispered his name. “Peter.”  He opened one eye at that and smiled one of those smiles that made your heart feel like it was in overdrive. “Good morning.” You spoke, smirking. “Did you get any sleep?” It was more of a rhetorical question, considering you already knew the answer to that.  His smile disappeared into something softer and he began to absentmindedly play with your hair, “Thank you.” His voice was gruff and tired, but it was still Peter. Soft and quiet.  “For what?”  “For . . .” He rolled over and stretched, “Being the best girlfriend in the world.”  Your heart officially stopped for a split second, he never failed to make you feel completely on cloud nine.  “Well.” You sat up a little, leaning over him, your hair brushing across his chest. “Thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.” You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, enjoying the way he immediately kissed back.  The first time you had ever kissed him, he had went completely still for a second. Now he was always moving with you.  You stayed like that for the longest time, lips moving against each other, hands on each other’s skin, before you finally pulled back for air. You both jumped when the sound of footsteps approaching your room broke the silence and Peter jumped out of your bed so quickly he nearly fell into the wall. “Shit. Shit, shit.” He mumbled, pulling the spidey suit back on.  You couldn’t help but giggle as quietly as possible. “Hey, wait.”  He looked up at you with wide and panicked eyes. “I literally can not wait.” He answered, laughing a nervous laugh as he pulled the mask over his head. He was already outside your window when you pulled his face towards you, and you kissed the mask. 

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-Nikita Gill

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could you do natasha romanoff & 30? thank you!!

30. “Just hold my hand, alright?” Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader  Warning(s): Needles  A/N; Prompt from this list .  ~~ You were a trained assassin and could no doubt kick everyone in the room’s ass if you so pleased. But instead, you were too busy panicking over the thought of a tiny needle entering your skin.  They needed blood, just a minor test to make sure that the recent poisonous gas spill you had been in during the latest mission hadn’t affected you at all. You had been injured many times in your line of work and every time you had done a pretty good job at hiding the panic and the way you still hadn’t managed to have the best pain barrier.  But this time, for the first time, you were accompanied with your worried girlfriend, Nat. And no matter what, you had never successfully hidden anything from her.  As soon as the nurse had told you that they were going to take some blood, your face fell. Your palms began to sweat, and your knee began to shake nervously and Natasha noticed immediately.  The nurse left the room to get whatever items she needed and Nat offered you a soft smile, walking over to where you were sitting on the hospital bed, feeling like a little kid again. The little kid you had been before the training in the red room, the weak and lost kid you had been before you met her.  She took both of your hands in hers and examined your face with a look of barely masked worry, “You okay?”  “Mmm...mhm.” You let out a shaky breath, finding it hard to look her directly in the eyes. Your knee shake was becoming aggressively worse by the minute and without warning, you let your head drop to her chest. “Have I never told you how deathly terrified I am of needles?” You mumbled. You felt her soft laugh before you heard it and your head shot up to finally meet her eyes.  “I thought my girl wasn’t afraid of anything.” She passed her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, letting her hand rest on the base of your neck.  You brought one shaky hand up to rest on her forearm, rubbing circles on the skin there. “She isn’t . . . except for this one thing.”  Nat wasn’t one to outwardly judge you, ever. But somehow you could still feel the confusion as her hand pulled back to rest on your shoulder instead. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly turned to face the door as the nurse re-entered the room. She made small talk with the two of you as she got the needle ready, but you barely made coherent replies. You couldn’t stop looking at how big the needle was. Nat must have noticed because she never once stopped softly rubbing your shoulder as she smiled and talked with the nurse.  “Alright-y.” The nurse spoke up joyfully and you felt your heart stop in your chest as she brought the needle over to you. “This will be quick, we don’t need a lot.”  Your breath audibly hitched as she began looking for a vein, and Nat slowly brought her hand down to hold yours. “Just hold my hand, alright?” She whispered, tracing patterns on your palm.  And somehow, it helped. The way her palm always perfectly matched yours, the feeling of her thumb running over your index knuckle, you almost forgot that the needle was already in - and it was over before you knew it. You let a breath out you didn’t even know you had been holding, but Nat didn’t let go of your hand, only squeezed it softly.  Once you were out in the car, you let your head rest sleepily on the seat. Nat got in and turned the radio on low as she started the vehicle. “Hey.” You smiled a bright smile and brought her hand up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to every single one of her fingers, “Thank you.”  She smiled and brought her lips up to your forehead, letting her lips linger on the skin there for a moment before pulling back and putting the car in gear. “Anything for my girl.” 

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I used to have nothing. Then I got this. This job… this family. And I was better because of it.  

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for everything ; P.P.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader  Warnings: Angst, Character Death, Endgame Spoilers (idk if that’s even a warning anymore but just in case)  Summary: Peter finds you after the funeral and tries to comfort you.  ~~ You try your best to hold yourself together during the actual service. Instead of crying, you try to focus on the little things that in any other situation would probably make you smile, make you happy. Like, the fact that Peter is holding one of your hands - your little sister, Morgan, holding your other hand. The way that Thor is wearing crocs, Bucky is wearing a bomber jacket. It all makes it feel casual in a way you think your dad would love.  Everyone is there with you, surrounding you and your family and even though there is a huge missing piece, you know that you’re never going to be alone. That makes you smile a soft, sad smile - the thought of how big a family your dad had made for himself and you. The smile quickly falls though, you try to block out most of it after that. 

After the service ends you let your hands fall free to your sides. You don’t feel like talking to anyone anymore, you feel like you just finished a chapter that you knew would come - but it doesn’t make closing the book any easier.  You drag yourself towards your room and close the door softly behind you. All the energy you had suddenly leaving your body instantly, but you aren’t tired. Not physically, anyways.  You lean your head against the wall and close your eyes, trying to sort your emotions out the best you can. Devastation, loss, pain, anger. Anger at the fact that no one else sacrificed themselves, that you lost your dad. No matter what you think it always leads to anger at the world and at the people who didn’t stop him, even though you know he would have done it anyways.  You let out a harsh breath and jump at the soft sound of someone knocking on your door. You stare for a second, contemplating if you really want to open it or act like you’re not there, but then the voice of your boyfriend echoes towards you, “Hey, it’s just me. I can come back later if you want but-”  You turn the doorknob and it’s enough to make him fall silent. He looks almost as broken as you and you feel tears threaten to fall for the first time in an hour. You don’t speak, you don’t think you can. Instead, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face into the curve of his shoulder blade and he lets you. He wraps his arms instinctively around your waist and you are home. You feel more at home than you have in this house since you found out your dad wouldn’t be coming back. It also hits you, in that very moment, how much Peter looked up to your father, too. How much he meant to him and vice versa. You dig your fingers into his suit and pull him impossibly closer.  The two of you stay like that, in the doorway of your bedroom, for what feels like hours and maybe it is. You wonder if he’s trying to figure out what to say too.  But there really is no need for the silence to be broken right now.  After awhile, he presses his lips to the top of your hair before pulling back slowly, his hands not leaving your sides. Peter examines your face for a few moments and then offers a sad smile. You love moments like these, the way the silence between you two is the most comfortable thing in the world, you could wrap yourself up in it like a blanket or a cocoon. But you really need to speak right now. “I really want to be okay.” You finally say, your voice unsurprisingly cracking on every syllable. It really has been awhile since you’ve spoke but also, you’re crying now. “Dad would want me to be okay.” You add, finding it hard to stand. So you walk over to your bed and sit.  He follows after a moment, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm almost protectively around your shoulders. You lean into him. “Y/N. . . feeling broken right now is normal. You feel things because you’re human. You’re not alone, you know.” His last sentence exits his lips like the sound of a broken whimper and you look up to see tears freely falling down his cheeks to his neck. “You don’t have to get through this by yourself. But if you want to be alone, I understand that too. But no matter what you’re always going to have so many people that are here for you. People are always going to love you, and your dad is included. He’s proud.” He’s tripping over his words and you know he wants to be there for you, and that’s enough.  “I love you.” You whisper through a broken smile and he stops, mid-sentence. Just stares at you like he was not expecting the first time he heard you say that to be in your bedroom while both of you are brokenly sobbing. And you don’t know if you wanted the first time you said that to him to be like this, it slips past your lips before you can stop it - but it feels right. If it hadn’t been for your dad, you wouldn’t have met Peter. You wouldn’t be who you are today. You wouldn’t have this amazing family in this amazing world that is still here thanks to him, and you feel an amazing wave of gratitude hit you.   “I-” He pauses, like he’s still taking it in, “I love you too. So much.” And among all the other reasons you miss Tony Stark, you also miss the fact that you won’t be able to thank him and tell him that you love him again.  But you look around and see him in everything and everyone. 

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I am Iron Man.

#tony stark #mcu

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- F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Bruce Banner + wringing hands

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