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Just Let Go Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: Sadness/self consciousness, betrayal, and Fluff.

A/N: Hiya! Got another post at ya. So I just finished my first week of school and it was rough to say the least. I am super busy now because of the courses I’m taking but I am also in the drama program soooo a bit of my life is going to be centered around school. BUT, I will still really try to post as much as I can. So, I hope you guys enjoy! Tags and requests are open.

My eyes flickered open, they were blurred for a moment, then I blinked and was finally focussed. I looked around and recognized were I was immediately. I was in the back of the Whyte Wyrm. This is where the serpents stayed when they’re injured or needed some patching up. We couldn’t go the hospital because they would never let a gang in without incarcerating us after, so, this was the best bet. Joaquin sat at the end of my bed, and was sleeping. His long hair covered his face. I smiled and shook him carefully. He murmured something and lazily sat up. He opened his eyes fully.

“Y/N! You’re okay! I was really worried about you knuckles. Thought you were dying on me.” He said rubbing my calf.

“They can’t kill me that easily.”

“They?”

“Yeah, the guys that looked like they could walk out of ‘The Godfather’, those were the sellers. Those bastards almost left with both the drugs and the money. I had to let the main distributor get me a couple times to knock the crap out of him.”

“Did you get him good?” He questioned with curiosity in his eyes, inching closer.

“He didn’t know what hit him.” Joaquin laughed and sat back in his seat.

FP walked in and saw that I was up, he smiled at me.

“Hey kid, you’re up. How are you hanging?”

“I’ve been better.” I chuckled.

“Well knuckles, I think you deserve something. My face lit up.

“Don’t tell me you have-“ Then FP threw a  leather jacket at me. The feel of the leather was smooth and my fingers glided along the material. I touched the Serpent “crest”. The pattern on the back was sticking up, the material was harshly sewn, and if you pulled one string, the pattern was gone. However I couldn't had been happier

“Oh.my.gosh. Thank you so much FP!!!!” I shrieked in excitement.

“No problem kiddo, you definitely deserved it. You took one for the gang, that’s what being a serpent is all about.”

“You know, Y/N that was the girliest I’ve ever seen you.” Joaquin pointed out.

“Well don’t get used to it.”

“Hey FP, what were the drugs in the briefcase?” I asked, then FP cringed, I raised my eyebrow.

“Well, what is it… oh god FP! What the hell were you thinking?!?! Buying crystal meth! Are you insane?!?!” Then Joaquin looked shocked as well, and turned to FP.

“I know it’s a stupid decision but we got a huge buyer, more than we paid for the actual drug.”

“FP we don’t sell those drugs! You even said that. We sell weed, ecstasy, steroids, and LSD! What is wrong with you! I told you I wasn’t into that selling that stuff!”

“Well that’s what being a serpent is, being able to do the tough jobs without complaining.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Get out FP.” He continued to look at me.

“Get out!” I screamed, FP flinched then walked out. I started to breath heavily, how could he do that to me? He knew what happened, so why would he be that sadistic? Is this what I get for being cruel. I am only the way the world was to me. I covered my face with my palms and let out a sob. Then I continued, and I couldn’t stop. Joaquin hugged me tightly and rubbed my back.

“Joaquin, I want to go to school. I can’t be here right now.” I looked up at him, I could only imagine my eyes bloodshot and dilated. He nodded, and got crutches from the wall. This hasn’t been the first time I was shot, I could handle my way around some crutches. Joaquin placed the jacket onto of me.

“Get that away from me.” I spat, for now, I renounced my position as being a serpent. I couldn’t handle the lying and the betraying. FP knew what happened and he deliberately chose to put me on the pick up job. I trekked out of the bar, and everyone stared as I left, with no jacket on. Then I entered the passengers seat of my car and Joaquin drove me to school

My brain was fuzzy, and I had a headache. I crutched my way into school, and everyone looked at me, the same way as they did on the first day I attended the school. Yet I was different, physically and mentally. I probably looked like hell with bruises on my face and crutches in my hand. I was also vulnerable, and still, willing to shut out everything. People spoke to me but I didn’t hear anything as I walked down the hallway. Archie came up to me and said something but it was all incoherent. I pushed passed him and hobbled away. I walked to the girls restroom and sat on the toilet seat. Cradling my head, I was rocking myself not to cry. Granted there was no one in the bathroom to hear my pathetic weeping. I shivered then mumbled out a cry, then that cry turned into a wail. I was wailing in the bathroom and no one was here to help me. I was alone, like I’ve always been, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. A crash came into the bathroom.

“Y/N?” Betty and Veronica called out. I stopped crying, not wanting them to see or hear my slobbering mess. Then one of them started crashing the stalls opened. I was the last one to the right and when one of them tried to open the door to my stall, they couldn’t. They started to bang on the stall, pleading for me to open the door. I needed someone, and maybe they were the ones to help me. I hesitantly unlocked the door and kept my head down. Then Betty crouched in front of me, and placed her hand on my knee. I looked at her and she took a sharp breath in.

“Y/N what happened?” Veronica asked, clearly concerned. The first time I think she has ever remotely cared about my well being.

“I need to see Archie.” My voice wavered.

They both nodded their head and left the bathroom. A couple of moments later, Archie came in and saw that the last stall was opened. He walked to me and gulped, as he squatted down. He hugged me tightly as I bawled my eyes out in front of him. I was breaking in front of the person I wanted to see as me being strong. Somehow I stopped, and he kissed my forehead, pressing his lips tightly for sometime. He then looked at me.

“You have to tell me what’s going on. I’m crazy worried about you.” Archie spoke distressed.

“Archie, I want to tell you so many things, but I can’t. Not yet.” I chocked out. I wanted to tell him everything, I wanted him and I to be together, I see that now. How could I tell him things that will make him leave me? I can’t lose him, not yet.

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Just Let Go Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: A pretty harsh cuss word towards the reader, and conversations about drugs, smoking, and an easter egg for those who will recognize it ;).

A/N: Hey guys! New post up now! Also today is my first day of school for this year so I’m pretty anxious. I just want to say some disclaimers. I am by all means not condoning the use of drugs, however I need to write about it to continue the story. Please do not smoke cigarettes or drugs, please don’t. Everyday peoples lives are ruined by abusing drugs and smoking. About 570,000 people in the US die alone from drug abuse and 480,000 people living in the US die from smoking. Please don’t be one of those numbers. Check out this website if you are considering smoking or taking anything that is harmful to you and your body. Lastly, there is a harsh insult towards you I suppose, and that word shouldn’t be said to anyone. If you don’t want that being said to you, don’t do that to others. That’s it, sorry for preaching but I feel that it’s necessary to talk about it. I hope you enjoy and remember, tags and requests are open. Thanks!

Y/N’s POV

I know I shouldn’t have pulled away from Archie. Hell I wanted to kiss him. But I was frightened, after everything I had been through, I couldn’t trust just yet. I felt guilty, I wanted to tell him so many things, so many secrets. But if he found out, he’d probably never speak to me again. So, why get close to him? Yet after I pulled away from him, he was still kind and didn’t seemed distraught even when I didn’t give him what he wanted. Him trying to kiss me made me more confused than I was before and I needed some time away from the suburban side of Riverdale. So why not go across the tracks?

It was the next day, the gloomy, sullen clouds overlooked south Riverdale.

“Hey there Mustang.” I said walking through the two red doors of The Whyte Wyrm, seeing Mustang almost immediately. The Whyte Wyrm was like a second home to me, and the serpents are my real family, not people who forced me to be something I’m not.

“Hey there Princess.” Mustang remarked, smirking. Mustang was comfortably sat on a bar stool, and swung a beer bottle to his lips.

“I’m definitely not a princess.” I declared sitting next to him.

“Then what are you?” Mustang questioned looking towards me. I take out my cigarette and flick the lighter open. Putting the cigarette to my lips, I inhaled deeply, then let the smoke out.

“I think I’m more of an evil queen.” I snickered.

“You think so highly of yourself.” A voice spoke to me. I turned around and saw Joaquin, my best friend and I extinguished my cigarette on the wooden bar.

“Joaquin!!” I exclaimed and ran up to him, enveloping him a tight hug.

“I missed you, knuckles.” Joaquin said against my forehead. I pushed him away and folded my arms.

“I told you not to call me knuckles.”

“Why not? You broke that one dealer’s jaw with just your knuckles, what were we supposed to call you?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and brought him for a hug again.

“I thought you were away for a couple more days.”

“The shipment came early I guess.” I looked up at him, an incredulous look lined my face.

“Wait, does that mean FP is here?”

“He sure is.” FP stated as he entered from the left of the room, I then ran up to FP and gave him a hug as well. He was like my dad, he was there for me when I couldn’t handle my own self.

“FP! I missed you guys.” I pulled back from his hug and saw his eyes crinkle from smiling.

“I, um, met your son by the way.” I added.

“You did?! How is that stinker?”

“He’s doing well, I think he misses you, some of his friends are very persistent.”

“Did Betty try to get to know you?”

“How did you know-?”

“She is like that. She treats my son well, so try not to be too harsh towards her.”

“Maybe.” I grumbled underneath my breath.

“Have you met Kevin?” I turned around to see Joaquin eye’s lighting up. I squinted my eyes then smiled. I knew that Joaquin had a thing for guys, was he into Kevin?

I shook my head, smiling, “Can’t say that I have. Why?”

Joaquin looks down, blushing, “No reason, just wondering.”

“So FP, now that you’re back, how about you give me that leather jacket I so rightfully deserve.”

“You have to do one more thing knuckles. Then we can let you in.”

“Are you kidding me FP?” I asked, folding my arms.

“Just one more thing. If you’re up to it, you could do it tonight. Then you could get your jacket.”

“Fine, just tell me what I have to do.”

I was parked next to the train tracks, already it was night time. I had to wait for a shipment of drugs. I didn’t know what the said drug was. I could only imagine what terrible thing I’m waiting for. A car pulled up across from mine. It was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, in all its beauty. Three men of a heavy set got out of the car. They opened the truck and brought out a metal briefcase. I opened my glove compartment and got my gun and a wad of hundreds. I then walked out of the car. The streetlights were flickering as we met halfway.

“FP sent a little girl for the delivery. What an idiot.” The main man in the middle spoke. The two other men chuckled.

“I didn’t know I was meeting Marlon Brando from ‘The Godfather’! I am a huge fan! Can I get an autograph?” I exclaimed sarcastically.

“Very funny infant.” The man in the middle said.

“I have a question, did you eat someone on the way here? Because it sure seems that way.” The men behind him snickered.

“Shut up bitch!” He hollered. I was taken aback, shocked even, no one has ever said that to me.

“Now you ain’t got nothing to say. Smart choice. Give us the money and we give you the ‘stuff’.” I then walked up to him and handed him the bundle of cash. Marlon Brando counted the cash and shooed the other men away. He slammed the briefcase against my car and I flinched, then balled my fists with anger. Don’t give in.

“Why should I give you this?” He questioned.

“Because if you don’t, the serpents are going to ride your ass all the way to Italy.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, “You see, that’s the problem with you. You seem to always talk back.” Then he slapped me across the face, I sucked in a deep breath. Do not let him get to you.

“You’re not going to do anything are you?”

“I just need the drugs.”

“Well, you gotta earn them.” I looked up at him, my stomach dropped, only thinking the worse.

“I am going to hit you until you are halfway dead and begging for mercy. Then I’ll give you the drugs.” I rolled my sleeves up, I am not taking this shit from him. I’m going to fight my way out of this. First I let him get a few good hits on me, to let him think he’s got the upper hand. I felt my lip split, blood trickled down my chin. I licked my lips, tasting the coppered maroon on my tongue. Then with all of my might, I uppercut his jaw, and Mr. Piggy squealed. Then I hooked his stomach and he crouched in pain. The other piggies ran out of the car, guns in their hand. I whipped my gun and face all of them.

“You’re out numbered girlie, just give up.” The main man groaned from the ground.

“Hell no.” Then I shot both of the men in the stomach. Not without one of the shooting directly a bullet directly into my leg. I yelled in pain and they collapsed to the ground. I limped to the suitcase and hurriedly ran to the car. I started the engine and speeded away.

Soon after, I reached Whyte Wyrm. I wobbled out of the car and dragged the briefcase with me into the bar. I tripped into the pub, the metal briefcase clattering against the floor. Everyone turned my way. There were gasps from parts of the room.

“Y/N!” Joaquin ran to me and saw that my leg was bleeding. I looked up at him and smiled.

“I-i got the stuff.” Then, I closed my eyes and fell into unconsciousness.

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Just Let Go Part 2

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: Slight cussing, fluff, insults to a cute ginger boy (sorry!).

A/N: Hey guys! New post for the second part of this series. Let’s just say, there are going to be some real plot twists :). I am reallllyy proud of this part, and I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it! Plus this is a pretty lengthy part so I also accomplished something! Yay! Anyways, stay tuned for next week! I hope you guys enjoy once again. Don’t forget that requests and tags are still open. 

Archie’s POV

It was the morning after of me speaking to Y/N. When I had first met her, I thought she was mean for no reason. Until yesterday, she proved me wrong. I enjoyed talking to her, even if she was “different” from the rest of our school. I was taking my morning jog around Riverdale when I came up to an oddly familiar car. I stopped and looked at the tail of the car. It was Y/N’s! I wondered if she lived around here. I looked around and I forgot that this isn’t a neighborhood, it’s the side of a road. Why is her car parked here if she lives in a neighborhood? I walked to the car and saw a figure through the tinted windows. I inched closer to the window and squinted my eyes. The figure had was asleep in the back, a blanket wrapped around its body. Then I looked upwards, I saw the features of this figure. The sweet, innocent eyes closed, the plump lips pursed, the eyebrows relaxed. It was her, I could recognize it then.

“Y/N?” I questioned aloud. She didn’t reply, her features perfectly still and peaceful. I banged against the window and called her name once more. She groaned as she sat up. She wiped her eyes with her palm and finally looked at me.

“Pretty boy?” She asked startled, then she opened the car door across from where I was standing.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Um, my parents were being assholes, so I decided to sleep here. I did not want to be in their presence.” She looked away, guilt in her eyes.

“Can I come in?” Y/N slid her body to the other side of the car. I sat two seats away from her and closed the door. I moved my body toward her.

“Now can you tell me the real reason why you’re sleeping in your car.”

“Listen, Jim Halpert, I already told you-”

“But people could listen then, please whatever it is, I won’t judge you.” She squinted at me. Probably wondering if she should tell me, she took a long deep breath in.

“I live in here.”

“You’re homeless?!?!”

“Yeah what’s so wrong with that!” She crossed her arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with that! I’m just surprised.”

“Listen, not everyone has a perfect family like yours.”

“My family is by all means, not perfect. But did you run away because of your family?”

“Not yet abs-for-brains, not yet.” I sighed and lifted my hands in defeat.

“Wait! What day is it?!?!” Y/N started to freak out, she was searching for something, most likely her phone.

“It’s Saturday.” She relaxed back into the seat.

“Thanks. Since I’m up, I guess I should change, so could you make like an Autobot and roll out.” Y/N demanded, crossing her arms.

“That was pretty clever. Fine but I’m hanging out with you today.”

“Really? To be honest I’ve had enough of stereotypical teen football star for a while.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Well I haven’t had enough of the teenage dirtbag, so we’re hanging out again.” She smirked.

“Fine. Get me my clothes from the trunk.” I glared at her and crossed my arms.

“Please.” She begged while she pouted. I groaned and opened the car door. Then I walked to the back of the car and banged on it.

“Hey, my baby was expensive, you dent it, I dent your face!” I laughed and the trunk popped open. The trunk had a bunch of things other than clothes hidden inside. There were packs of cigarettes, blankets, pillows, tooth paste, a tooth brush, a hair brush, a razor, a bottle of soap, shampoo, and conditioner, lastly, there was a journal. My fingers gravitated towards it, but I retracted. If I had invaded her privacy, she would trust me even less. I got a random shirt and pants and brung it to where she was. I handed her the shirt and pants, and she peered out the door frame.

“If you peek, just once. I’m going to go rip out your balls and attach them to your face.” Then she entered back in and closed the door. I placed my back against the door, to make sure no one would peak on this side. However, I am a boy with hormones. I started to heat up, and I was blushing thinking about what she was doing right behind my back. I shook my head, trying to let those perverted thoughts leave me.

Then there was a knock on the door, and I turned around. She looked changed and ready to go, so I pushed off the car and opened the door for Y/N.

“Well aren’t you just charming.” She stated sarcastically getting out of the car.

“I know, that’s what makes me so likable.” I replied staring at her. She rolled her eyes, “Anndd you just turned back to a jerk.”

“Was I ever a jerk though.” I winked at her.

“Not until now.” Then she winked at me and walked to the driver’s seat. My heart fluttered and my cheeks got rosy. I then walked to the passenger’s seat and got inside the car.

“Let’s go to ‘Pops’.” I suggested.

“Why should I let you tell me what to do?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows at me.

“You always tell everyone else what to do, I think it’s only fair.” I smirked.

“Damn, you got me there,” She started the engine, “Nice comeback by the way.” Then she zoomed into the direction of “Pops”.

When we reached “Pops”, Y/N and I exited the car and walked to the front door. She held it for me.

“Ladies first.” She spoke smiling, I couldn’t help, but return the smile and I entered the restaurant.

Pops walked up the counter.

“Hey Pops, we’re going to get take out.” I said to him. Y/N then turned to me, a confused look on her face.

“Sure Archie, whatcha want?”

“Six burgers, two fries, two root beer floats, and some of your delicious apple pie.” I smiled at him.

“Okay son, I’ll be out as soon as the orders finished.” Then Pop entered the kitchen.

“I have a question, why are we ordering out?” Then I turned to Y/N.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“Oh, whatever. Just so you know, I hate surprises.”

“Who woulda thunk it?” I quipped sarcastically.

“You know, you’re starting to become a lot more me. I like it.” She smirked at me.

Then soon after Pops brought out bags and bags of our food. I beamed at him and took out a 20 dollar bill and a 10 dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Keep the change,” I told him and waved goodbye to him, walking out of the diner. We walked up to the car.

“I have to tell you something.” I spoke up and turned around with some bags of food in my hand.

“What is it?” Y/N looked concerned which warmed my heart.

“I have to drive your car to get to the place we’re going.” I confessed.

“Ohhh no, no, no, this baby is my home, literally, and if you scratch it by driving I will destroy you.”

“I’m a good driver!” I exclaimed.

“You could tell me where to go and it could drive there! Also, do you even know how to drive?” She asked, putting her hand on her waist.

“It would ruin the surprise! Besides, I have my learners permit.”

“Are you kidding me! Hell no!”

“What about you?! You’re the same age as me, where’s your license?” I interjected.

“I have one!”

“Then show me it.” I demanded. She groaned and searched her pocket. Y/N took out her license and held it out to me.

“Y/N L/N, age 19, Riverdale.” I read.

“This is fake!”

“Hey, could you be any louder?” She hushed me and looked side to side.

“Fine, it’s fake, but who cares! I am an amazing driver!”

“If I say you’re an amazing driver can I please drive the car.” I pleaded.

“I want you to beg.” Y/N pointed to the ground, and I squatted down, my knees rested on the gravel.

“Please Y/N! Let me drive your beautiful car. I know you’re the best driver around here and I know I am not worthy but I have to please! I need to. Please!” I begged, holding my arms out in front of me. Y/N started to laugh, then she started to laugh harder, tears prickled down her face. She whipped the tears and sighed.

“That was the best thing I have ever seen in my life, ever. I also didn’t imply for you to go that far, but you still did and it was incredible. Even the compliment towards me and my baby was unnecessary but sooo worth it.” My mouth dropped open, I stood up and dusted the gravel off my knees.

“You got what you wanted, can I drive the car now.”

“Fine let’s go.” Then we both walked to the car and got inside.

“I am being serious though, don’t scratch her.”

“I promise.”

We got to Sweetwater River, where Jason Blossom was murdered. I know, very creepy, but before his passing, it was a place of relaxation and serenity. Who knows maybe that feeling will come back.

“Where are we?” Y/n asked, looking at the river, still sitting in the car.

“Sweetwater River.”

“I’ve heard of this place. This is where that kid Jason Blossom mysteriously died.” Y/N stated, and got out of the car.

“Uh yeah, this is the place.” I said, getting out of the car as well.

“Sooo why are we here exactly? As much as I am obsessed with death, this is kinda creepy.” Y/n announced, wrapping her arms around her chest.

“I thought you were brave, fearless. Where is that girl right now?”

“For god sakes, we are near the crime scene of a death, much less a murder! I am allowed to feel a little creeped!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Calm down…”

“Oh don’t you tell me to calm down! I have been putting up with you for two days straight! Don’t even get me started on your friends and their crazy obsession trying to ‘befriend’ me! And if you think I’m-!”

“Just shut up!” I yelled. Then she stopped talking and looked at me, silent.

“I’m sorry I yelled. But before this massacre ever happened Sweetwater was a place to go when you wanted silence and peace. I know it doesn’t seem like it anymore, but this place was amazing. I wanted to have a picnic with you and try to bring back those emotions.”

“Oh.”

“So can you try to eat here? If it’s too weird, we can go. But just try.” Y/N’s look softened and she nodded her head. Then I took out the bags of food from the car and placed them on the ground. I took off my letterman and placed that on the ground as well.

“I’m not going to sit on your jacket.” Y/N started.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s yours, I have blankets in the car, I don’t want to ruin it for no reason.”

“I know you have blankets but it’s okay.“

"Stop being such a pain in the ass and let me get us a blanket.” Y/N said pointing to the trunk. I put my jacket back on.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.” She breathed out and then walked to the car. She opened the trunk and got out a big quilt. Then she placed it on a spot where we could see the river and the trees behind us. This reminded me of the date I had with Miss. Grundy. Now I felt bad, my eyes looked down. This was the place I took Geraldine for our first date, if you could call it that. I know this isn’t a date with Y/N-although I’d like for it to be- I couldn’t help but feel a tinge amount of guilt.

“Hey Marty McFly, are you okay?” Y/N asked, making me look up at her. The blanket was set up and the food containers were opened.

“You did that very quickly.” I chuckled.

“Nooo, you were just in la la land for quite some time.” She smirked. I then sat down on the blanket and patted the plush material so Y/N would sit next to me. She followed in pursuit. We sat there for a while, and watched the river rip through the rocks.

“You see this isn’t so bad.” I spoke up.

“If I hear one thing that isn’t coming from over here, I’m zooming.” I laughed and continued to stare at the forest.

“As much as I would love to watch the waves, I’m starving.” Y/N added. She then took out a burger and her teeth clamped around the bun. She chewed for a moment then swallowed her food.

“I gotta tell ya’, Pops burger’s might be the best I’ve ever had. If I had known that Riverdale held the best burgers in the world, I would have been here sooner.” Y/N laughed taking another bite of a new burger.

“Where did you live before Riverdale?” I asked tilting my head at Y/N.

“About two county’s away from here. I had heard about Riverdale from the Jason Blossom thing on the news one day.”

“The Jason Blossom thing?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at her.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to say the word. Who knows, he could be here right now.” Y/N wiggles her eyebrows at me and she finished her last burger.

“Were you friends with him?” She inquired as I took a bite out of my burger.

“With who? Jason?” I replied, my mouth stuffed with the delicious goodness of the burger.

“Yes with Jason.” She remarked laughing.

“I mean I’d seen him around the school, but I never talked to him, he was really popular and at the time Betty and Jughead were my only friends.” Y/N frowned at me.

“That can’t be possible.”

“But you stand, or better, sit, corrected. I really didn’t have many friends. When I joined the football team as varsity captain I suppose I got ‘popular’, even though I really just hang out with the core five.”

“The core five?” Y/N looked sideways, an incredulous look on her face.

“Yeah, Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Kevin and I, we are the core five.”

Y/N scoffed, “That’s ridiculous.”

“You know, you could join us.”

“Sorry Ron Weasley, I’m a lone wolf.” Y/N commented shooting her hand into the breeze.

“You don’t have to be! I know you and Ronnie aren’t on good terms, but what about Jughead?!?! It’s evident Betty looked wants to get to know you better. I’m not too sure about Kevin. But I think you’re really cool, if that matters.” I looked down pink tinting my face. Y/N gave me a light shove with her arm.

“You know out of all the people I’ve met in Riverdale, I hate you the least.”

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She started to laugh.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“So what do you say?”

“About what?”

“You know joining the core five!”

“Nah, I think I’ll pass.”

“Aww come on.”

“No!” She giggled, wait did she just giggle?

“Pleeeaaaaseee.” I pouted.

“You can’t break me, kid, I’m tough as nails.”

“You can be the tough one in our group!” I exclaimed.

“Uh huh.”

“Just think about it?”

“Fine.” I then looked at her eyes wide.

“What?” She questioned, I shook my head.

“Nothing.”

“Let’s change the subject. Hmm,” She turned to the sky, a thinking look on her face, “Since you’re the 'All American Boy’, how many girls have you slept with this year.” Not pink, but red spread all over my face.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered, scratching the back of my head.

“I mean, you’re captain of the football team, you’re innocent, you’re weirdly sweet, you have the boyish charm, you’re attractive, and albeit you have a what? Six pack? Girls and guys are into that. So, how many girls OR guys have you slept with this year?” Did Y/N in a strange way compliment me?

“I thought I wasn’t your type, why are you complimenting me?” Y/N looked down at the blanket, what was that on her face? Was she blushing?

“I’m stating the facts. But, a long time ago, you would have been like my dream guy.” My face light up.

“Really?”

“Yep, I would have probably fallen for you, hard.”

“But not anymore.” Y/N added.

“I learned my lesson liking guys like you.” She looked up, staring at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Guys like you from the outside perspective, you are perfect. I thought so too, but I had fallen for your type. I’d try going up to him, but he was cruel and mean. He’d always pick on me and tried to make me feel lesser. And I felt bad for him! Then one day, something just hit me. I knew that what he was doing was terrible, so I vowed to never like guys like him.”

“I’m not like him though.”

“How do I know that?”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“Sureee you can, as you may tell, I’m pretty stubborn for my views to be changed.” Y/N said gesturing to her body.

“That’s putting it lightly.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Anyways you didn’t answer my question.” Y/N stated, trying to go off topic. However, I won’t pry her for more information, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.

“Okay, well I haven’t 'done it’ with any of the kids out our school.” That’s the truth, Miss. Grundy was definitely not a kid. Stop it, Archie!

“I find that very hard to believe.”

“I tell the truth.” Kinda.

“Well, it doesn’t matter 'cause you haven’t tried fries with the vanilla and chocolate milkshake.” I said.

“For some reason that sounds like something a cult would do. It’s a little weird.”

“Trust me, when you try it, you’ll be a changed woman.” She smirked at me, and I got the shakes and fries ready. I demonstrated to her what to do, although it was common sense. She then followed, and when she bit into the fries, her eyes lit up.

“Oh my gosh!!!” She gushed taking in a handful of fries.

“Told you.” I stuffed my face with fries and milkshakes.

“You have to taste the apple pie next!” I exclaimed.

It was night time, Y/N and I stared at the stars.

“The stars are beautiful huh?” I breathed out.

“I guess so.”

“Do you not like stars?”

“I don’t think so. Stars are liars. You think that they are magical, that they have special powers or something,” She inhaled deeply, “But they’re just gas. They’re just made out of gas and they’re not special. They lie and I- we, believe that they mean something. But in a universe, a galaxy with infinite planets they are nothing but gas.” I turned my face and saw there was a tear down her face. I then sat up and Y/N did the same. I tucked in a piece of hair from her face.

“Stars give people hope to reach them.”

“Not the stars I’ve interacted with.” I hugged her, she was at first tense then she relaxed in my arms and returned my hug. I pulled away. The lights of the car were the only thing keeping us from the dark. She looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and inch towards her. I could tell we were inches apart, then she coughed. I opened my eyes and saw that Y/N was farther away from me. She stood up and started taking the garbage.

“It’s late we should probably get going. Don’t want to see the monsters out here.” She gave me a tight lipped smile and walked to the back of the car and dumped the trash in. Then she walked to the driver’s seat and got in the car. I, however, was still on top of the blanket, staring straight ahead. What did I just do?

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Just Let Go Part 1

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: Anger, smoking (DONT DO IT KIDS YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR), slight cursing.

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been quite some time, I know. I’m sorry and to be honest, I was procrastinating to write this, and I don’t want to lie to you guys. However, I’m back on track baby! I love Riverdale and to be honest, it’s quite enjoyable writing as Jughead. Before we begin, I have the schedule of when I’ll be posting. It will be anytime Wednesday and Friday. I am starting school in a week so it might have to change, but for now, it’s all good. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy more to come soon! Don’t forget tags and requests are open!

Jughead Pov

Here in our unearthly town named Riverdale, life before Jason Blossoms death was very… trite. Then following the death of football star Jason Blossom, everything in Riverdale turned to shit. However, in every cloud there is a silver lining, so to speak. For Archie Andrews, my closest, and dearest friend, she would be his silver lining. It was like every day in Riverdale, lackluster and inconsequential. Like my father always said, “Everyone in this goddam town, is like a monkey. Doing the same damn thing every day, pickin’ bugs out of their hair, shittin’, and eatin’. Every day.”. This was true, until a very unique female, walked into “Pops”. 

She wore a red and black flannel and black skinny jeans with rips at the knees. From what I could distinguish, she wasn’t like every run of the mill suburban girl that Riverdale bred. This girl was contradistinctive from any female I had witnessed or been acquainted with. She meandered with such confidence it was uncanny to any I have seen. At the time, Archie, Betty, and I were sitting in the once plush, but now deteriorating booth. I was sitting next to Betty while Archie was across from us. Then soon after the girl marched into “Pops” with a look of petulance. Her E/C orbs glared once she turned her head to Betty and me’s direction. She had cursed under her breath and journeyed up to the counter. Pop walked to the counter, with a bounce in his step.

“Hey there!” He exclaimed.

“Hi. I’m here to pick up my food.” She spoke, venom in her voice.

“Sure thing Honey. Whats the name you put the order as?”

“Y/N.”

“Well okay then, I’ll be out soon.” Pop walked away into the kitchen. With the girl we had all assumed to be Y/N, she rested against the counter, with her arms folded. I could tell that she had no interest conversing with anyone. However, Betty- at the time we were in the first stages of becoming intimate- being the over exuberant, gregarious person, I’ve grown to adore, was predetermined to introduce herself to the new girl. Betty had stood up and dusted her pink, peter pan collared shirt.

“Betty, what are you doing?” I had questioned, raising my eyebrow. I knew that if Betty went up to this new girl, she’d be chewed up and spit out, it was almost guaranteed.

“Juggie, is it wrong wanting to introduce myself to someone new?”

“Bets, you know she’s going to piss on you.” I explained, straightening my crown hat.

“What does that mean Jughead-? Never mind, it doesn’t matter, I’m just going to go over there.” Archie by now turned around, to see the damage Betty would have to take. Betty walked up to Y/N. Y/N, turned to the side and looked at Betty, she rolled her eyes, piqued.

“Hi, I’m Betty Cooper! I can assume that you’re new so I just want to say hello. I couldn’t help but overhear that your name is Y/N,” Y/N was silent, she didn’t speak a word, “I’ll take that as a yes. Well anyways, I was hoping maybe you’d want to meet my friends?” Betty inquired, tilting her head. Then Y/N looked at Betty up and down, however not in a flirtatious way, but in a more judgmental way. 

I was puzzled, why was this girl, whom we never met, so impertinent towards us? Pops then walked up to them and placed the take-out food on the counter. Y/N turned around, handed Pops the cash and started to walk out of the diner. Despite fully exiting the diner, she turned on her heel, looked at Betty, scoffed, and shook her head. After that, she exited, the bells chiming in happiness for her descent. Betty turned around and slumped back to our booth.

“She is something.” Archie pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. Betty then looked at him.

“Maybe there’s a reason why she acts like that.” Betty tried to reason.

“Or Bets, she’s just naturally like that.” I turned my head. I could tell Betty felt distressed. I tried to comfort her, emphasis on the tried. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around Betty and gave her a thin-lipped smile as she looked at me.Then I turned my head to the window and saw Y/N take a drag of her cigarette. She was leaning against her boss 429 black Mustang. Her eyes shifted to mine, and she stomped the cigarette on the ground. Y/N then entered the car, slammed the drivers’ door, and zoomed away from the diner. I then faced Betty and Archie and took a bite of my burger. That was the first encounter with sweet little Y/N.

The next one was just as bitter as the first. It was the following week. Just an ordinary October day in Riverdale high. You have your jocks, taking steroids in the locker rooms, your geeks, playing Minecraft or dungeons and dragons, your sweethearts, greeting everyone, trying to make the world a “better place”, your populars, sneaking alcohol in a water bottle, and your outcasts, sitting around, observing the world around them, but not participating in it. Betty, Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and I were standing in the hallway. Betty, Kevin and I were standing against the lockers.

Then she walked in. All heads turned to her, the high school of Riverdale stopped in time when Y/N waltzed into the halls. Y/N at the time wore a black Metallica shirt, ripped jeans, black Dr. Martens, and wrapped around her upper body was a leather jacket. Y/N sashayed towards us. When she proceeded next to us, Betty greeted Y/N. Much to Betty’s dismay, Y/N kept walking forward. Betty frowned and looked to the ground. Veronica, however, wasn’t keen on Y/N blatantly ignoring Bets.

“Hey, you!” Veronica called out to Y/N. My face had a look of confusion as well as the rest of them. Y/N turned around, her gaze on Veronica, then she turned back around and started to walk away.

“Hell no, if she thinks she can just walk away she has another thing coming.” Veronica spatted.

“Just stop Ronnie, it doesn’t matter.” Betty spoke shyly.

“Well, it does to me.” Then with that Veronica stomped to Y/N and grabbed her arm, forcing Y/N to turn around.

“Who do you think you are? Listen, new girl, if you ever do that to any of my friends, you will regret it.” Veronica seethed spitting out venom. Y/N laughed, almost menacingly, it was unusual, and quite frankly scary.

“You seem like the type of person to boss people around, so let me tell you something. If you ever lay a finger on me again, I promise you, that finger won’t be there anymore.” Then Y/N shoved her arm out of Veronica’s grasp and walked away.

Everyone stared in awe, no one had challenged, much less threaten The Veronica Lodge. Veronica looked at our classmates.

“All of you turn around! This is none of your business!” She screeched to our peers.

It was the same day when all of us encountered Y/N again. It was lunch and we all sat around our usual lunch table outside. I was quiet while everyone else was chattering. I moved my head around and saw that Y/N was against her car, smoking another cigarette, she looked up at me, then looked ahead at the sky, pursed her lips, and blew out the smoke.

“Juggie what are you looking at?” Betty inquired, then she turned in the direction in which I was looking at. Then she turned back to me.

“Hey, maybe you should talk to her?” She spoke lightly caressing my arm.

“I don’t know if I want to talk to the Kraken.” I replied, laughing slightly. Betty returned the laugh.

“She seems a lot like you, it couldn’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?” I smirked, and Betty lightly shoved me, that implied for me to get up. I had put my hands up, surrendering, and walked away from the table. Kevin and Veronica asked something to Betty from a distance as I walked to Y/N.

She looked at me, taking a long inhale, and blew the smoke out.

“Now you too? Are your friends obsessed with me?” She interrogated.

“For some reason, Bets is really set on us trying to ‘befriend’ you. She’s wasting her breath.”

Y/N genuinely laughed, it sounded foreign but nice.

“I’ll drink to that. So what is she? Your girlfriend?” Y/N questioned taking another puff.

“Maybe, we’re still in that development phase.” She nodded her head, and dropped her cigarette, jamming it to the ground.

“Aren’t you FP’s son?” My eyes widened, how could she have possibly known that?

“Uh yeah, why are you asking?” I inquired raising my brow.

“‘Cause I go to the Whyte Wyrm often and heard your name spilling through FP’s drunken mouth more than a few times. He tells me how much he respects you and wishes he could be a better father.” My mouth at the time gaped in shock. I never saw my father, he had yet, at the time, told me what Y/N just did, even more, he expressed those feeling to a stranger more or less.

“I’m confused. Are you a serpent or do you just hang around there?”

“Soon I’ll become a serpent.” Y/N answered.

“That’s why you don’t have the jacket.” I spoke to myself. She nodded her head.

“You don’t seem like a bad person so what’s the act?” I interviewed. Then like a switch, Y/N went cold, her eyes shot daggers at me.

“Why don’t you just go to your posse?” She disputed and looked the other way. Meaning she was done talking to me. I then walked back to the table.

“So how was the wicked witch of the west?” Kevin asked chuckling. I sat on the cold seat and fixed my crown hat.

“Apparently she knows my dad, and she’s going to join the south side serpents.” I told them.

“Now it all makes sense.” Veronica spoke out, I glared at her.

“I’m just saying!” Veronica declared.

“She’s not as ruthless as she lets out to be, I think. I’m just saying, it wasn’t the most unpleasant conversation I’ve ever had.” I remarked.

“I told you!” Betty exclaimed hugging me.

“She’s probably luring you into a trap so she could strike us.” Veronica debated.

“Maybe she has a barrier that has to be let down.” Archie voiced.

“Archiekins, once you’ve talked to her, come to me, and then you can tell me how she is.” Veronica answered.

Archie smirked, “Maybe I will.”

Archie’s POV

I stood in front of “Pops”, hands in my letterman jacket. I walked up the stairs, my foot bounced with each step against the slippery concrete. I pushed the door forward, Pops greeted me with a smile. I nod my head and searched through the aisle for Jughead, he was nowhere to be found.

Then I saw her, Y/N, and my interest my piqued. I think I’ll take Veronica up on that offer. Y/N was reading a book, I couldn’t distinguish it from the distance I was standing. I walked towards her, hands became clammy after every step. When I reached her, I stood right in her line of sight, she slowly dropped her book and looked up at me. I took my hands out from my jacket and wiped them against my jeans.

“Hey there-“

“Now pretty boy is deciding to talk to me huh? Must be my lucky day. Woo.” She spoke sarcastically, and I stifled a laugh.

“So, uh, what book are you reading?” I asked, scratching the back of my head.

“Aww is token boy a little nervous talking to the big bad wolf?,” She pouted, “But if you must know, it’s the ‘Grapes of Wrath’, written by John Steinbeck.”

“Oh…”

“Do you not know what this book’s about?” I shyly shook my head.

“Figures.” She spoke underneath her breath.

“I’d like to know! Maybe I could sit with you and tell me about it?” I questioned, eyes bright. She started to laugh, and I tilted my head in confusion.

“I see what you’re trying to do, and I’m not falling for that cute boy act. Plus, you’re not my type.” Now I was more confused than before. Then I understood what she meant. I started to blush like crazy.

“No! I don’t mean it like that. I genuinely want to know what the book is about.” I replied.

“Shouldn’t you be off with your friends or is this a game to see who the new girl can talk to first?” She seethed, clearly angry. My face looked down, despair written on it. I turned around starting to walk away.

“Wait,” She spoke defeated, and I turned back, “If you honestly want to know what it’s about, you can sit.” I smiled brightly and walked up to the booth, and slid in across from her.

“Okay, first I should tell you about Tom Joad, the protagonist of the book…” - “This book sounds amazing!” I gushed, and she laughed and took a bite out of a fry.

“Who knew that pretty boy would be into a book like this?” Y/N asked, shaking her head.

“Can I borrow the book? I really want to read it.”

“Isn’t there a library you could get it from? Plus you’d be helping the library industry, God knows they need it.”

“I understand…”

“Ugh, fine,” My head popped up, eyes widened.

“After, I finish the book again.”

“Thank you so much!” I thanked her, and for a couple of seconds, we sat there in silence.

“So, I, um, see that you smoke a lot. Why do you smoke? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well, I know the repercussions of smoking, I’m not an idiot. However, I guess I do it because I feel free, I don’t have any troubles in the world. I know, why not do yoga? Or run? I guess, I just have been doing it for so long, it’s like second nature.”

“I don’t know how to reply to that…”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to. I can understand that it’s different from most kids smoking things like weed.”

“I don’t smoke weed.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“I mean I obviously have the option to, but I don’t and I’m perfectly fine with that.” I defended myself.

“He don’t get so uptight. If anything,” Y/N moved in her seat uncomfortably, “I think it’s cool you don’t have to smoke just to feel alive. You have yourself and people that make you feel that way. I respect that.” I smiled at her, and for the first time, I saw her. She was broken, like a beautiful porcelain China doll crashing on the ground, and all I wanted to was glue her back together.

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Mercury Part 10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!\

Warnings: Teasing ;), Fluff, Cursing, Maybe some pettiness 

A/N: Guys, this post is the last post for this season! :o. I am so grateful for you guys taking time to read my stories. Just because there is going to be a hiatus on this series, doesn’t mean I won’t stop posting. Stayed tuned for some riverdale imagines. Plus 2 more followers away from having 50 followers! Thats insane, thank you guys so much! Enjoy and don’t forget, requests and tags are open.  

It was a couple of weeks after the first interaction of Peter running off to someplace. It became more frequent as your relationship was blossoming. Of course, as much as you love Peter, at times you were forced to argue with him. One heated argument involved you accusing him of being a cheater. He thought you were ridiculous, he only had eyes for you. Granted, he did leave quite often so what were you supposed to think? None of that matters right now. You and Peter were sitting on the bus to Washington D.C. for the big academic decathlon championship. Peter’s arm are entangled in yours on the bus. People on the team, sat as far away as you guys as possible, not wanting to see what could happen, even on a bus. News had gotten out all around the school of you and Peter’s budding relationship. However, people on the team who weren’t Michelle or Ned didn’t know for sure. Until, Liz had asked right at the beginning of one practice. This team was like family, so of course you and Peter told them the truth. Everyone was very swell, except for one person, Liz. Of course, she hadn’t directly showed her feelings, but you knew. It was the silent and small glares she’d give both of you when you or Peter would make a cute remark. Or whenever you both kissed, hugged or shared a laugh, and then a bitter sweet remark she’d make after that. However, you’re very protective of Peter and no one was going to jeopardize the relationship between Peter and you. In fact one day, you decided to confront Liz.

Flashback

“Hey Liz, can I speak to you for a moment?” You question going up to Liz and tapping her back infront of her friends. She turns around and rolls her eyes.

“Fine.” She then walks with you to somewhere more private.

“What do you want.” She spits bitterly. 


“I just want to know what makes you think you can act like a bitch around me and Peter?”

“I don’t know maybe because he chose the wrong girl.” She sheeted.

“Or maybe he didn’t want you as a fucking pyschoitc bitch girlfriend.”

“Says the one threatening a girl about her boyfriend.”

“I never threatened you, but I see you trying to get in-between Peter and I’s relationship, so I’m inclined to threaten you. But I won’t. Just don’t forget who won this battle because as far as Im concerned, I’m not looking at a victor.” You assert walking away from her.

“Oh and by the way,” You started, turning around to look at Liz, “If you try to make one move on Peter, next time I won’t be so nice to you.” Then you turn back, and continue your way down the hall.

Later on in the day you see Peter standing in front of your locker, with no one else in the hallway.

“Hi baby, whats up?” You query. You try to hug him as you walk up to him. However Peter backs away from you, and a bit of hurt lined your eyes.

“Liz told me what you said to her.” Peter mentions, looking down to his feet.

“Damn right I did,” He then looks up at you, shocked. “Pete, I knew you were in love with Liz, so when she was reciprocating those feelings what was I to do? Let her steal you away from me. You have been the best thing in my life right now, I can’t let you go. So I said some stuff to scare her off, sue me. But if it saved our relationship, I have no regrets.”

“Y/N.” Peter spoke gently.

“Our relationship was never going to be divided by Liz, I promise you that. I don’t have the same feelings I have for Liz when I first met you. You stole those feelings away, and did something to me that made me fall in love with you. She would never steal me, and if she does, I give you permission to kick me in the balls.” He concluded, chuckling. You did the same then looked at Peter.

“Wait, you’re in love with me.”

“Damn right I am. A-are you in love with me?” You then hug Peter and snuggle into his chest.

“Damn right I am. So we’re good?”

“We were always good, I just wanted to know.” Peter replies.

“Okay.”

“To be honest, I could just imagine you being all fired up, and bothered. I’m getting bothered thinking about that right now.” Peter teases.

“Well I guess I should should fix that.” You wink, and you and Peter start running to a janitors closet.  

End of flashback

Now, Liz no longer bothered you or Peter. They talk once in a while, but nothing to be too jealous about. The bus just drove into a rest stop Philadelphia which meant you guys were about 2 hours away. The bus door opened, and you stand up, stretching your ams high. Peter does the same and both of you walk out of the bus, and stand next to Ned and Michelle.

“Okay guys, we are staying here for at least an hour, so get some sustenance and some H20 in your system before we leave. And go pee too! I sure know I have to.” Mr. Harrington recommends to the team.

You, Peter, Michelle and Ned walk inside the rest stop.

“Do you guys think there’s a place to get something for a vegetarian like myself?” You ask.

“I think its all just fast food, which isn’t nessacarily ‘vegetarian healthy’ sorry Y/N.” Ned responds.

“The fast-food industry is not only running small restaurants but people too.” Michelle comments.

“Well find something babe, I promise.” Peter assures and you guys did. You thanked all of them for finding something dedicated towards vegetarians in this world of fast-food produced items. Then all of you got on the bus, and for a while, you and Peter cuddled and talked about the most random things together. You both talked about what happened when Tony talked to Peter about your guys relationship.

Flashback

“Tony when Peter gets here, please don’t scare him away. I’d really like to keep him as my boyfriend.” You plea to Tony. Just then, there was a knock on the door, you squeal, walking towards the door, and you open it.

“Pete, come in!” You exclaim hugging Peter.

“Okay.” He replies quietly. Tony stands in front of him, shaking his head.

“Y/N, you should check up on the cooking.” Tony mentions.

“I will, but please, do not to commit a homicide.”

“I’ll think about it.” Then you walk into the kitchen.

“So Spider-boy, why her?”

“What do you mean?” Peter asks innocently.

“Why did you have to choose Y/N. There are 8 million people who live in the city Peter, why her?”

“Because 8 million people can’t equal how amazing Y/N is.”

“Don’t give me that cute remark, okay. I know what you’re going to do to her. You’ll get what you want from her, and then throw her away. I know guys like you. Sweet on the outside, poisonous on the inside.”

“Well, Mr. Stark, you can think of me however you want. But I’m not dating you, so you don’t have any say in our relationship. I love Y/N and I know she loves me back. “

“You got a lot of gutsy saying that kid, but if you break Y/N’s heart, I will break you in half, and throw you into a pile of spiders so they can eat you.” Tony say getting closer to Peter.

“Guys, dinner is ready!” You yell from the other room.

End of flashback

Soon enough, the bus reached the hotel in which the team was sleeping in. You and Michelle grab your bags and run to your room, key card in hand. You both slam your bodies onto your beds.

“This’ll be so much fun Michelle! Im so excited!” You exclaim holding laying on the mattress.

“Me too Y/N! I finally get to hang out with you now that Peter’s not here.” Michelle agreed. You sit up from your bed and look at Michelle who was still laying down.

“I’m sorry Michelle. I know me and Pete hang out a lot and we haven’t really thought about you or Ned, plus you guys have been super supportive. Now I feel like a jackass, I could understand if you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” You sighed looking down to the ground.

“You are crazy Y/N. You think that I would abandon you because of some stupid boy,”

“Well I mean he isn’t stupid-“

“Apparently you don’t know me that well to think that way. I would never, ever, ever do that to you. Yeh, its disgusting whenever I see you guys make goggly eyes at each other or hug. Don’t get me started on when you guys kiss-”

“Michelle!” You laugh.

“But I won’t stop being there for you, I mean it.” She adds looking up at the ceiling. You go to her bed and hug her frame.

“You sure do love giving hugs do you?” Michelle wonders, laughing.

“I sure do.”

It was the end of the night, and Liz decided just for some fun before the competition tomorrow, you guys would go to the pool. You and Michelle agreed, but you were going to tell Peter and Ned so that they could hang. You told Michelle that you’d catch up with her. So here you are, in front of Peter’s door. You knock on it and a voice tells you to wait. Then Peter opens the door, blocking the view from the room. He smiles right away when he sees you, and you do the same. You weren’t dressed in your bathing suit yet, to be honest your bathing suit was your bra and undies, so you didn’t think about changing yet. Peter gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Hi babe, whats up?”

“Well the team is going to the pool and I thought maybe you and Ned would like to come. You can see me in my bathing suit.” You tease winking at him. Peter then turns around, to look at Ned you presume, then turns back to you.

“Sure I’ll come.” Peter says, but you know he’s lying. You know him better than anyone else, and you could tell he was lying. I wonder if he’s going off again? I’m going to follow him. I need to know once and for all what is going on with him, you thought.

“Great I’ll see you soon!” Then you peck his cheek and walk away.

A couple of minutes go by, and Peter has yet to exit the room. You almost thought that he wouldn’t leave, but you knew Peter and you trusted your gut, so you stayed anyways. Then Peter quickly opens the door with a skintight suit on that seemed very familiar and stands onto of the building jumps away on to a truck. What. the. fuck. You quickly stand up and run out of the hotel. You see a small figure standing on top of a truck driving away. You weren’t going to see him. You were royally screwed. If only I could fly then I could see where he is. Then almost like magic you start levitating off the ground.

“The hell!” You start yelling as you begin to enter into the sky.

“Don’t freak out, don’t freak out. Just try to do what people do in those movies when they fly. I’m even talking to myself, I am crazy. This is crazy.” Then you begin to breathe in and out as you start to rise.

“If I’m freaking out, I won’t get anywhere.” Then you start doing what people do when they fly. You lay flat on the air and push your arms out. Surprisingly it worked, but you were going really fast not knowing how to steer your on body. Luckily for you, Peter was already far ahead. So when you finally managed to steer correctly, you could see Peter on top of the truck. Then you knocked he had a mask on, and you could see the colors of his suit, red, blue, and black. Then it hit you, Peter was Spiderman. 



“Holy shit! My boyfriend is Spiderman, and I’m flying! I am so confused?!?” You whisper scream. You follow peter until he jumps down from the truck and jumps onto a gas price sign. You then push your hands down, motioning to land to the ground. However, you drop from the sky and land in a pile of trash, thankfully not the ground. Then Peter turns around and searches for the noise, for him, it was no where to be found. You attempt to get out of the pile of trash, but it was more tough than you had thought so. Luckily, you did manage to  get out and crouch behind a bush.

“Hey suit lady, what are they doing?” Peter inquires into air. You raise your eyebrow. Is Peter talking to himself or an actual lady inside of the suit? You listen more to the conversation.

“I can hear what they’re saying? Uh yeah.” You then smirk at his remark.

“Whoa that’s so co-“ Then something banged your head, knocking you out.

You slightly open your eyes, not enough to see your surroundings. Only to see a bright light.

“Ouch.” You mutter, touching the back of your head. Then you start to sit up, opening your eyes fully, yet still not adapted to the blinding lights. You squint until your are fully able to see. Then what you see scares you, there were crates of all different colors. You panic, where am I?!? You turn to the other side, and what you see probably scares you even more, it was Peter facing away from you. Your eyes go wide, he was unconscious, or so you hope. You then start to shake his body to wake him up, you called his name while doing so. Peter groans and then turns to see what was shaking him. His jaw drops and his eyes bug out.

“What? Am I high right now-?”

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Mercury Part 9

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you've decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Fluff, cursing

A/N: Hiya everyone! Another post today. Just some things that I’d like to tell you about. This post is going to be the second to last post for this “season” of the story. Meaning I am going to take a little break from this series, and work on some other things. Maybe do some Riverdale imagines and a small series? I’m not sure yet. Also I am going to have a schedule, because I feel as though I am rushing to get this series and potential others in the future done. So having a schedule of probably twice a week is better because the content won't be so rushed. Also we’re so close to 50 followers! I am so grateful for you guys taking a chance to read my stories, it honestly means the world to me. Sorry for the long talk, so without further a-do, I hope you enjoy the second to last part of the first season. 

“Oh hey there Tony, what’ca doing here?” You inquired, pretending to be surprised.

“I should be asking you that same question. Squeal piggy, squeal.”

“Hey! You can’t call me piggy! You should know better than to call a lady a pig.”

“You won’t be alive long enough to become a lady if you don’t tell me where you were.”

“I was with Peter….”

“Can you explain why you are dressed like you’re going to the Met Gala?”

“You really think my dress is Met Gala worthy Tony? That’s so sweet!” You gush.

“Stop going off topic kid!”

“Fine! I was on a date with Peter.” You explain crossing your arms.

“What happened to, ‘It's not a date so there's nothing to be worried about.’?” Tony asks mimicking your voice from the pervious day.

“I don't sound like that at all! Also… it doesn’t matter anyway. I was going to tell you guys.”

“Were you really?” Steve raises his eyebrow.

“Yes, Steve, on my own time though. I didn’t know what I was walking into with Peter. I had to make sure we are in this for real before telling you guys.”

“She does make a good point Tony.” Sam points out.

“You told Nat and Wand didn’t you?” Tony glares at you.

“Yes! That was because I needed advice only Nat and Wanda would want to give. Not you guys.”

“Thats harsh Y/N.” Steve says holding his heart.

“I’m sorry guys! I really am! I just wanted to be ready before saying anything. Can you guys forgive me?” You plea.

All three of them look and each other, then back at you.

“Fine.” They all repeat, nodding their heads.

“Gosh guys thank you so much!” You say hugging all of them then walking back to Natasha’s room, excited to tell her and Wanda all about the date.

“You know I am going to have to talk to Peter about some things!” Tony calls out to you. You shake your head, laughing.

It was Monday, you are at school, waiting at your locker for Peter. You stand with Michelle in front of your locker. You decided to show her that you and Peter were together, not tell it. You are one devious child.

“I am so excited to be roommates when we go to Washington- oh hey Peter.” Michelle acknowledges, as Peter and Ned walk up to you both. You then walk up to Peter and crashed your lips against his. Everyone in the hallway stopped breathing for a moment. They all watched as you and Peter kissed, many people were saying, “Congrats man!”, while others were whopping. Ned and Michelle were just downright confused. You let go of him and interlock your hands, walking up to Michelle.

“Okay what the fuck just happened?” Michelle asks clearly bewildered.

“Yeah we need some explanation here.” Ned agreed.

“Well when both of you canceled last minute on Friday, Y/N and I both discovered that we had feelings for each other. Then two days ago, we went on a real date.” Peter explains.

“So you never bothered to tell your best friends about it until now?!?” Michelle exclaims.

“Sorry Michelle, at the time we weren’t thinking about it.”

“Then what were you guys possibly thinking about?” Michelle questions, raising her hands.

“How cute his dimples are when he smiles.” You turn to him, and Peter smiles.

“Or how beautiful her eye sparkle when I look at her.”

“Or-“

“We get it! Ew this is going to be disgusting.” Michelle says.

“I think its kinda cute.” Ned squeaks.

“Thanks Ned.” Both you and Peter vocalize.

“Jinx you owe me a coke!” You declare poking Peter’s nose.

“Or I could kiss you…” Then Peter leans in and kisses you. You wrap your arms around Peter’s neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You both stay there for quite some time.

“Guys! Can you stop sucking each others faces. I think Ned is scarred.”  Both of you turn to face Ned, who genuinely looks like he’s going to need therapy.

“Sorry Ned.” You apologize.

“It-its fine. So-o Peter ar-are you going to tell Michelle and Y/N the big news?” Ned just stares ahead not looking at either of you anymore.

“What’s he talking about Pete?” You ask holding Peter’s bicep, which seemed very muscular.

“Well, I am going to Washington.”

“Oh my gosh! Pete I’m so excited! We can sit next to each other on the bus and cuddle and!-“

“I thought you were sitting next to me Y/N?” Michelle points out.

“I will on the ride back. I promise.” You answer crossing your heart.

“Fine.” Michelle groans. Then Peter’s phone buzzes, he looks down, then looks up with a worried look on his face.

“Oh shoot guys, I have to go right now.”

“Why?” You ask confused.

“I just got to. I’ll see you guys later.” Peter quickly kisses your cheek, and says goodbye to Michelle and Ned, then quickly runs off.

“What the hell was that about?” You inquire, looking in the direction in which Peter ran towards.

“Lover boy does this all the time. Be ready for that.” Michelle explains.

“How come?”

“Not sure, Ned do you know why?” Michelle questions turning to Ned. He looks blankly, then shakes his head, coming back into the conversation.

“I have absolutely no idea.” Ned says looking a bit to the left, bitting his lip.

“You’re lying Ned!” You accuse him.

“So not! Anyways I gotta go to class, see ya!” Ned then walks away.

“You know we have the same class together!” Michelle yells out.

“We’re going to figure out what they’re hiding.” You tell Michelle. She then smirks at you and has a look a deviousness.

“Oh we will.”

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Mercury Part 8

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you've decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Fluff, cursing  

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you will enjoy the new part coming on now! I’m pretty proud of this one too. Don't forget the tags are open and requests are open as well! Thanks for reading this part!

It was Saturday morning, and here you are walking in the streets of Manhattan trying to find a coffee shop. You walk with your purse in hand, minding your own business until someone runs and snatches your purse.

“Hey! Get back here!” You shout as you chase after the thief. You chase him into an alley, and corner him.

“Give me back my purse you dick!” You demand.

“Princess afraid of losing a couple of bucks?” The robber growled.

“I have important stuff in there! Just give it back.”

“Why don’t you take it from me?” The thief smirks, opening his switch blade and dropping the purse.

“Dont mind if I do.” You then crack your knuckles and your neck. You proceed to the thief in fighters stance. He jabs his knife towards you, but you easily block his attack. He looks at you scared. You smile and punch him square in the face. Then you flip him over, the sound of crashing hitting the pavement. He gets up with a groan and limps away, leaving your purse.

“Thats what you get… bitch.” Then you make an explosion with your hands.

"Wow that was amazing!" A voice comments while plopping down on the pavement. You turn around and see Spider-Man.

"Thanks." You shrug.

"I didn't know you were such a good fighter Y/N!"

"How do you know my name. I've never met you before." You raise your eyebrow at him.

"Well I mean, I've worked with Tony, and he's shown me a picture of you because you're his niece and he told me your na-"

"You know you sound very familiar. Like I've heard you speak to me before."

"I have a voice that is very familiar to other teenage boys. Which I am." He winks at you.

"I don't know, it's kinda bugging me how familiar you sound. Haha, you get it bugging, cause spiders are bugs. Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Well whenever I see a beautiful girl in trouble, I have the need to help."

"But I was the one to fight him off. So essentially you did nothing."

"Can I say that I wanted to see a pretty girl?"

"Sorry, I'm in a relationship right now. Well I mean we're in that 'dating phase', but I hope we can become girlfriend and boyfriend. Now I just sound cheesy. Why am I telling you this? You tried to hit on me 10 seconds ago. Now I just keep talking, so I'm going to stop."

"Okay wow that was a lot to process. So what you're saying is that there's this dude that you like and you hope to be his girlfriend?"

"Well I mean..." You start to blush and pick up your purse.

"Tell me about this boy you like." Peter inquires resting his arm against a trash bin.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"I would."

"Well I'll only say his first name, Peter. We went on our first date yesterday if you could even call it a date. It was amazing though, even if we slept for 85% of it." You giggle, with dreamy eyes.

"You're so cute." You glare at him.

"But I'm not a home wrecker so I won't pursue anything." He adds.

"Okay thanks. Well I'm going to go now, I've haven't gotten my coffee yet and this girl's cranky without some caffeine. So, see ya around Spidey." You say as you walk out of the alley.

Peter rests his head against the brick wall, looking up to the sky intently. She's the girl of my dreams, he thought.

You walk back to the tower with the coffee mug in your hand. You take a sip and your phone buzzes.

PeteyBoy❤️: Heya beautiful, do you wanna hang out today?

Your heart flutters as you read the text, smirking you shake your head.

Y/N: You missed me already? 😝

PeteyBoy❤️: If I say yes do I get a kiss?

Y/N: You're smooth Parker, real smooth.

PeteyBoy❤️: I know, I know. But I'm serious though, I want to see you again.

Y/N: Me too, but where would we go?

PeteyBoy❤️: Your place?

Y/N: Hell no, if my uncle sees you and me together, say goodbye to everything you love. And I’d like to keep you in my life for now.

PeteyBoy❤️: For now!?! it doesn't matter I thought of the most perfect place.

Y/N: Well what is it?

PeteyBoy❤️: I can't tell you yet, I'll send you the address, and we'll meet there.

Y/N: I hope you aren't a serial killer and you're luring me into your death chamber!

PeteyBoy❤️: You wish.

Y/N: Maybe. 😜

PeteyBoy❤️: Well that’s good to know for our future endeavors. 😉😏

Y/N: You perv. When do you want to meet up?

PeteyBoy❤️: In two hours and don't go on google maps to look at the place!

Y/N: Damn it Parker why do you have to be so smart?!

PeteyBoy❤️: Genetics?

Y/N: You're adorable, I'm almost at the tower so I'll get ready and be there soon.

PeteyBoy❤️: Bye gorgeous.

Y/N: Bye pretty boy.

You then turn off your phone, practically skipping to the tower. 

"You think this'll look nice?" You ask holding a dress up to F.R.I.D.A.Y. The dress was a short navy blue halter dress with a v-neckline.

"I can not see so my decision would be completely insignificant."

"I forgot. Does that mean I have to ask someone else?"

"I can only assume."

"Thanks for the help, F.R.I.D.A.Y." You mutter walking out of the bedroom, holding the dress. You tiptoe around the tower, attempting to not gain any attention from Tony, Sam or Steve.

 You finally reach Natasha's room. Lightly knocking on the door, Natasha then peeks out and sees you. You put your finger to your lips, signifying to not make any noise. She opens the door then you walk inside the room. Wanda casually sits at the end of Natasha's bed, looking down at a magazine. She then looks up at you and smiles.

"What's up Y/N?" Natasha asks after closing the door.

"Well I might have a date with Peter tonight and I need to know if this dress is cute?"

"You're having a date with Peter! That's fantastic! What does Tony and the rest of the guys think?" Wanda questions.

"I haven't told them... yet! I'm just testing the waters with Pete, and if they seem clear, I'll tell them. That was a fantastic analogy, wow, I'm good," You say derailing from the main discussion, "Sorry for going off topic, that was just a damn good analogy. Anyways, can you please not tell them yet."

"Of course, Y/N. But when the time comes you need to tell them. Now let's see that dress!" Natasha exclaims.

You then go to the bathroom, put on the dress and walk outside.

"Geez another fitting what am I on? Americas Next Top Model?" You sarcastically ask, folding your arms.

"Oh hush up, you look amazing, yet again." Natasha confesses.

"Yeah Y/N, you look so beautiful." Wanda agrees nodding her head.

"Well lucky for me I don't need the validation of others."

"Then why'd you come to us for help?" Wanda points out.

"Because!... because! I got nothing. I don't know this is my real first date with Peter or anyone for that matter, I just don't want to mess it up."

"You'll be perfectly fine, now come on Wand and I are going to do your hair and makeup."

You smirk and walk towards Natasha's vanity, "Fine."

"Thanks Happy for driving me. Remember keep this under the radar for now. I want to be the one to tell the guys. Okay?"

"Sure thing kid. So you really like this... Peter? I've meet him before, bright kid, but really really annoying. He can't stop texting me."

"Why is he texting you?"

"You know what, forget I said anything, and I'll forget you were ever in this car."

"You're blackmailing me huh? Low blow Happy, low blow." You whistle, shaking your head.

You say goodbye to Happy and get out of the car, which drove away after. You were at the surprise destination. It was the Hudson River. Rocks lined the cliff, and just one trip, you could be swimming with the fishes, metaphorically that is because it's a river. Then to your left was the George Washington Bridge, steel blue glistens in the sun. Cars zoom back and forth, in an never ending, infinite loop, that could make someone go crazy. You walk forward towards the cliff and stare at the river. Waves pulling back and forth, almost creating a spell, luring someone to enter it's dangerous depths.

"Pretty beautiful, right?" Someone asks behind you. You turn around and see that Peter was the one behind you. You smile and he smiles back walking to stand right next to you.

"Yeah the river, although murky and dirty, can be beautiful." Peter turns to you, shaking his head.

"The river wasn't what I was talking about." You got the hint and you blushed.

"So what are you doing out here anyways? Shouldn't there be some girl you're meeting?" You joke.

"Yeah, she's pretty amazing. She makes me laugh and my heart speeds up whenever I think about her. But it looks like she isn't here so I'm just going to leave." Peter jests back at you.

"Okay, okay you got me there. Why the river?"

"I love to take pictures around here and I love to sit on a bench and watch the sunset. Everything is so natural, and seems so balanced. Like the sunset has a purpose and so does the river, and I get to watch their purpose." You look at Peter in awe, your eyes shone. He grabs your shoulder and walks you away from the river.

"Let's get eating now, I have something you might just like."

"Pete this is the most delicious thing in the world!" You gush stuffing your face in vegetarian "lobster" bisque.

"Geez there Y/N. Didn't know you could, or anyone for that matter, can eat like that?" You look up, with bisque on your lips and smile.

"I should stop, shouldn't I?"

"Go ahead, who am I to tell you how to eat."

"Now this, this is why I like you Parker." You commented pointing at him.

After you both finished your main course you both look at each other for awhile, studying each other's faces. All the freckles, all the beauty marks, all the scars, everything. Peter takes your hand into his and kisses the back of it.

"Classy Pete."

"I never told you how incredible you look today in your dress."

"Well I mean you've told me that I looked beautiful, so I think that's fine."

"I just, I think I need to tell you that everyday so I know you're real and not a figment of my imagination."

"Now you're just being cheesy..." You blush.

"I'm being serious Y/N. I will tell you everyday until there are no more everyday’s." Peter claims.

"Thanks Pete, I don't know what to say. You look really handsome in your suit. I'm sorry, I've never done this dating thing before."

"It's fine, neither have I! Why don't we tell each other one thing no one knows? To cover up the fact that we are amateurs in the dating department."

"Okay, I like this idea. Well one thing no one knows about me is that, I have a ragging obsession with John Hughes movies. To be honest I just love all types of 80s teen films. Like Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, The Goonies, and Back to the Future! I just sit in my room somedays and binge all of the movies from that time. What about you? What's one thing no one knows."

"Well when I was younger, Aunt May made me dress in this C-3PO costume for Halloween. I loved it so much that I wouldn't take it off... even to go pee. So everyday for about a week I'd just walk in my pee." Peter laughs and you laugh with him.

"That's the funniest, yet most gross thing anyone has ever told me before. I have a question? If you don't mind me asking, Where's your uncle? I mean if you have one, because if you do, you never speak about him."

"It’s fine to ask. Um, when my parents died, I had to stay with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. One day I did something really idiotic, I ran away over some stupid argument between Ben and I. My uncle, he chased after me and in doing so, he tried to stop a smuggler but was shot. So I think that if I didn't ran away that day, maybe he would be here right now." Peter looks down at both of your hands, rubbing your knuckles. You tilt his head forward, making him look at you.

"I’m sorry Pete. But, who knows if he was going to die or not, if he wasn't shot. We can't know, and we'll probably never get to know. You have to stop believing that your uncle's death was done by your hand because it wasn't your fault and won't be able to move on if you think you killed him. Believe me." You say rubbing his cheek.

"Can you tell me about your parents?"

"Well there's nothing to really say I guess. Tony says my parents died in some boating accident when I was 1. Then my father had put Tony down as the god father, and the rest is history."

"So, are you biologically related to Tony?"

"Nah, but I've known him for so long that he's like my biological father and uncle."

"So I guess lying to him must be hard?"

"You mean about this? Us? Kinda, but if he knew we're going out, he'd give you a wedgie at the top of the Empire State Building, no lie."

"I guess, you'll tell him later on then?"

"Yeah but for now, this is the present and we need to get our check." Then you signal to the waiter for the check. He brings it to you and places it down the table.

"So who is going to pay?" You challenge, glaring at Peter.

"I will!" Peter exclaims taking the check.

"Nope!" You remark, snatching it out of his hand.

"Aw come one Y/N!"

"Fine, let's do splitzies."

"Now that sounds better."

After you and Peter finish with the check, you both walk down the river, where the restaurant was located. Peter weaves his hand into yours, interlocking them. The sun was beginning to set west and it’s quite a beauty. You both don't talk to each other but relax in the comfortable silence, listing to the waves crash against the rocks. You let go of Peter's hand when you decided to sit on the rock and face the sun. Your chin is high and your eyes closed, taking in the suns rays. You then hear a click! Turning, you see Peter bending to his knees, just finished taking a picture of you.

"Now, just what do you think you're doing?" You inquire, standing up.

"I want to remember this moment forever. You being free, and serene. I could watch you here forever." You walk closer to him, so close your nose's are touching. You wrap your arms around Peter's and he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing them tightly. You close your eyes and lean in, slowly. Peter does the same, a little hitch in his breath, then both of you kiss. You felt fireworks in your heart, in your mind, and in your stomach too! Peter then deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him than humanly possible. You wrap your arms tighter and you guys stay there for a good minute. Never wanting to leave each other's presence again. Both of you pull away from and Peter touches your forehead with his, both of you smiling. You let go and continue to walk with Peter down the river.

You start to walk into the tower. Happy just dropped you off after an interrogation from him. In which you only answer "uh huh." and stared at the window dreamily. After you and Peter had to face the most difficult thing this night, leaving. He said he'd call you, and you both kissed one more time. Bolts of electricity sparking out of your lips.

You then walk into the living room and see Tony, Steve and Sam stand in living room, facing you arms crossed.

"You've got some explaining to do missy." Tony demands.

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Mercury Part 7

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Fluff, bit of awkwardness, Cursing???

A/N: Ladies and Gents this is the part you have all been waiting for! I hope you guys really enjoy this part, to be honest, this might be my favorite part. Get your popcorn and soft drink because this is going to be a long one! If you guys want to be tagged please let me know and requests are open. Caio! 

“Peter! Peter where are you?!?!” You scream to a cloud of smoke. New York City was up in flames, dirt and sweat sticks to your face. You start turning in a circle searching for some sign of Peter. You’re becoming nervous, tears start pouring down your face. What have I done, you thought.

“Y/N! I’m here!” Someone calls out.

“Peter is that you?!” You yell back.

“It’s me, Y/N! You can’t be that far away if I can hear you!” Peter hollers.

“Lets both walk towards our voices!” You respond.

“Okay!” You start walking in the direction of Peter’s voice. Then you stop, in front of you, you see him, Peter. He was looking to the side trying to find you.

“P-Peter?” You shutter out, still crying. He turns to you and his harsh look relaxes.

“Y/N.” He spoke softly. You both run to each other, he takes you into his arms. You squeeze his sides so hard he thought you were going to break his ribs.

“Pete, this is all my fault.” You sob into his bedraggled shirt.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Peter whispers into your hair while petting the back of it. You look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. Peter rubs a tear away with his thumb. He closed his eyes moving closer in to kiss you. You flutter your eyes shut, leaning in.

“Y/N we have been looking for you!” A voice in the clouds announce. Then poof, you are gone. You are no longer in New York with Peter. Where is Peter? Where are you? Who took you? You were strapped to a medical examination table a white light blinding your eyes. You start shaking against the chains. Yelling for help. You then barely sit up and look to see the surroundings. You look out the window and see complete darkness, with only few planets to the right. You are in a spaceship. Oh no. You start to freak out more. Then you feel something pierce through your skin and deposit liquid to your system. Then you start to drift away.

Your body shoots up, you begin having quick breaths. It wasn’t real. But it felt so real. You graze your arm where the needle was. You then you touch your lips. Pete and I were going to kiss. Your heart starts fluttering. The funny thing is you’ve only know the kid for a day and feelings like this are starting to occur. One thing you definitely know is that Peter is going to be the death of you.

“Miss. Y/N are you okay?” F.R.I.D.A.Y inquires.

“Why do you ask.” You stand up and start making your bed.

“Because you have a certain look on your face. I did a facial scanner, and I looks as though you have a look of… love.”

“Psh, no I don’t.”

“Who is it Y/N, you know you can confine to me.” Your cheeks flame bright red.

“U-uh, I don’t love him cause I don’t know him, but his name is Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker?” F.R.I.D.A.Y questions.

“Yeah.”

“The name seems familiar.”

“Can you tell me why that name is familiar?” You request putting your hands behind your back, giving F.R.I.D.A.Y puppy eyes.

“I am not permitted to.” You stomp your foot on the ground.

“Ugh! Well what day is it?”

“Tuesday.”

“So that means I have school right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have the ability to incinerate someone, in particular me? You know what? Don’t answer that, I already know what you’re going to say. Can you at least pick out my clothes?”

“Yes Miss. Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N you okay?” Peter shakes your shoulder, breaking you out of your trance. Right now, Michelle, Peter, Ned, and you are sitting on bleachers facing the football field. It was your free period, and Peter suggested getting some sun. All of you weren’t opposed, except for Ned who said he’d rather “stuff his face in a pile of dog shit, than go outside”. Too bad there was no dog shit around.

You shake your head and face Peter giving him a small smile, “Yeah.”

“Okay, now tell the truth.” Michelle commanded looking up from her newest book.

“Nah, its nothing.”

“Tell me.” Michelle pried. You get up, go down a row and stand on the bleacher, facing them.

“I don’t know. I just had a really unpleasant dream last night.” You shrug your shoulders, looking up at them.

“What was it?” Ned asks.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” You whisper looking down to the ground.

“You know what we should do?” Peter disputed, making you look up to him.

“We should watch all of the Star Wars movies on Friday at my apartment! I know you’ll probably forget your dream by then but it’ll be fun! That’ll make you happy won’t it!” Peter exclaims, clearly ecstatic by his idea. Peter’s smile is contagious, so you smile and chuckle.

“Yes Pete, that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Peters eyes go wide and he smiles.

“Great! I’ll text you my address, give me your phone so I can put my number in. O-only if you want to that is!” You chuckle once more, and nod your head. You take out your cellphone and  pass it to Peter. He then types his phone number into your phone, then sends a text from your phone and to save your contact information.

“Here you go.” Peter gives you, your phone but your fingers touch each other. You felt a spark, and a warm fuzzy feeling in your heart that you could get addicted to. Both of you stay in that position for quite some time, blushing like crazy.

“Well aren’t you going to take your phone back Y/N?” Ned asks innocently, you shake your head and take your phone. Michelle slaps Ned’s arm.

“What?!” He cries out holding his arm.

“For someone very smart you’re awfully stupid.” Michelle replied glaring at Ned.

You look down at your phone and see that it’s time to get going to your next class.

“Hey guys, it’s time to get going, class is starting soon.” You say as you walk down the bleachers. Then you, Peter, Michelle and Ned start walking to the school.

“Nat stop, I’m just hanging out with my friends! It’s not going to be a date, all of us are going to be there!” You exclaim while Natasha does your makeup. You both were in your bedroom. It was Friday, and being close to Nat, you told her about your “movie marathon” with Peter, Michelle and Ned. She took it as the perfect idea to dress you up.

“It doesn’t matter, you have to look amazing to show Peter what you got.” Natasha replies putting on your eyeshadow.

“But if he likes me for me, he shouldn’t care about what I look like.”

“You millennials are hysterical. If he doesn’t like you for you then he’s crazy but for now, shake what your mama gave ya.” Natasha shakes her hips and you start laughing.

“I mean it can’t hurt can it?”

“Only if the makeup is expired. Which it isn’t! But if you want, you can always take it off. Now look up.” Natasha demands, and you look up, feeling the bristles of the mascara wand against your lashes.

“Are you nervous?”

“Nat, it’s not even a date! Oh who am I kidding, yes I’m so nervous.” You respond.

“Well he better be worth it cause I’m not letting you date someone who isn’t good enough for you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend! I’m flattered at what you said, but it doesn’t matter, he likes someone else.” You look down, sadness in your eyes. Natasha lifts your chin to look at her.

“More of a reason to show him what he’d miss. Plus if he doesn’t like you, he’d be crazier than the Winter Soldier.” You smirk at her remark, and she puts lip gloss on your lips, finalizing the look.

“Done! Now I have the most perfect outfit for you. It’s not a dress, it’s jeans and a shirt but the shirt just screamed your name.” Natasha then takes out black jeans and a shirt with a red shirt with a lace up neckline and long sleeves because of that New York weather.

“Oh gosh Nat it’s so amazing!” You gush hugging her.

“Thanks.”

“No problem kiddo, now go get changed.” Nat shoos you away. Later you enter the bedroom, and you face Nat.

“How do I look? I’m not going to twirl like girls do in the movies ‘cause that’s just stupid.”

“You look fantastic. Now why don’t you check yourself out.” You turn to a mirror, and your eyes light up. You go closer, and look at how well Natasha had done on your makeup, even your hair was great.

“Nat it’s wonderful thank you!” You reply joyfully.

“I’m just doing my job.” She jokes with hands on her hips. You look at your alarm clock, it reads 7:00 p.m. It was time for you to get going to Peter’s house.  

“I gotta get going Nat.” She nods her head and walks with you to the living room where the rest of them are.

“Hear ye hear ye! Y/N has entered the living room!” Natasha announced while both of you waked into the living room. Everyone turns around and their eyes go wide with excitement.

“Y/N you look fantastic!” Steve exclaims and stands up.

“You look so beautiful!” Wanda agreed, standing up as well. Sam was silent.

“How about you bird brain? How do you think Y/N looks?” Natasha demanded folding her arms.

“She looks incredible.”

“Wow, that’s the nicest thing I’ve heard from you all year.” You point out, and everyone laughs. Tony walks up to you and hugs you very unexpectedly. At first you were taken aback, but then you returned the hug. You and Tony hadn’t been talking too much since the argument. But this hug symbolizes peace between both of you.

“You’re growing up so fast I don’t think I can handle it. That’s why I didn’t want you to go, you have never been away from home. I still don’t want you to go, but I have to accept that you’re growing up. Doing adult things like right now. But if Peter breaks your heart I will snap his legs like toothpicks.” Tony says laughing. You laugh as well.

“Does that mean I get to go to Washington?!”

“I suppose it does.” Tony acknowledges.

“Thank you so much Tony! You don’t know how happy I am!” Now there was no need for you and Steve to find a way to sneak out to Washington anymore.

“Also Tony, it’s not a date so there’s nothing to be worried about.” You added and unwrap your arms.

“Happy is downstairs waiting for you, I won’t go and try to heckle Peter because it’s not a date. But if the time comes, I will.” Tony remarks. You then say goodbye to everyone and go down to Happy. You open the back car door and enter.

“Wowa Y/N don’t you look nice.”

“Thanks Happy, let’s ride.” You respond as you buckle your seat belt.

You reached Peter’s apartment, and you stand in front of his door, with great nervousness. You knock and straighten your clothes. Did I dress up too nice? Or is this not enough? Does my breath smell good, gosh I forgot to brush my teeth! I should turn back! Go before he-

“Hey Y/N!” Peter greets as he opens the door. He stops and looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Y/N, you look, I-I don’t have any words to describe it. You just look beautiful, not that you don’t look beautiful any other day! Which you do look very beautiful, b-but I don’t know what I’m saying I’m just going to shut up.” Peter marveled over you. To say you were a red hot tomatoey mess was understatement of the year.

“T-thanks Pete, you look amazing, as always.” Then Peter opens the door wider for you to enter his home. You walk in and notice how severely different it was from the tower. Being in the tower was lonely because it was so gigantic. Being in Peter’s house, you felt at home, but maybe it was Peter who gave you a feeling of comfort that a small home like this provided.  

“Is that who I think that is?!” An unfamiliar voice shouts from another room. The female walks into the living/dinning room. She looked to be in her early 40s, with glasses, and long brown hair.

“You must be Y/N! Peter has told me all about you!”

“May.” Peter whisper groans.

“Anyways, I’m Peter’s Aunt May. It’s nice to meet you!”

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you as well!” You take your hand out for her to shake, but instead she hugs you.

“I’m so excited to see you around the apartment hopefully!”

“May she just got here, don’t scare her away!” Peter cries out.

“Okay, okay fine I’ll be in my room. If you guys need anything just tell me. Don’t do anything stupid.” Aunt May winks walking away. Peter moans and slaps his forehead with his palm.

“I think I love your aunt.” You smile looking at Peter.

“She can be very, I don’t know, nosey.”

“Can’t we all. Anyways were is Michelle and Ned?”

“Oh I forgot to tell you, they both said they couldn’t make it.” Your jaw internally dropped. I’m going to be with Peter alone?!?! Oh gosh, is this a date now? Please don’t freak out.

“That’s cool.” You say nonchalantly.  

“I hope you don’t mind? On the upside there’s more popcorn for us!”

“Yeah…”

Peter’s 1st Person POV

I can’t believe I just told Y/N that we’d be alone tonight. Now she’ll probably want to leave, geez did I just mess this up? No, I got this.

“So um, why don’t you sit down on the couch and I’ll get the movie and popcorn ready?” I ask, rubbing my palms against my jeans to wipe of the sweat. Y/N walks to the couch and sits down so that means that she isn’t sick of me yet. Good. This is good. I walk to a cabinet and take out two bags of packaged popcorn, classy. I take off the plastic of the bags and shove both packets of popcorn into the microwave and set it to cook. I then went to my room and grab all three movies from the original trilogy. I can’t believe Y/N is here, sitting on my couch. Throughout this past week of her being here, Y/N and I have gotten super close. I even consider her a close friend of mine. Yet, I want more. I know, I know. I’ve only known her for a week, but hey compared to Romeo and Juliet this is a lifetime. I walk back to the living room with the CDs in my hand and I place them on the coffee table. I look at Y/N and she smiles. A smile that could light up houses in every country. A smile that could rid the world of poverty and hate. A smile that puts all the other smiles to shame. That’s Y/N’s smile. I smile back, walk to the microwave and take out the steaming popcorn bags. Then I take a big bowl and pour all the popcorn into the bowl. I walk to the couch and place the bowl on the table and shove “A New Hope” into the DVD player. I sit down next to Y/N and turn on the Tv. Y/N gets up and walks to the light switch and turns it off.

“Why didn’t you just tell me to turn off the lights?” I inquire, looking at Y/N.

“I can do things myself, for example, turning off a light.” I laugh and as she sits down, I turn on the movie. The beginning credits roll and Y/N starts humming the music. I shake my head and grab the popcorn bowl, siting an inch away from Y/N.

“Take some popcorn.” I whisper to her, handing her the bowl. She takes it and shoves a bunch in her mouth, creating a funny face. I try stifling a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks with a mouth full of popcorn.

“The face you made when you shoved the popcorn in your was really funny.” She smiles, still having a bunch of popcorn in her mouth. I laugh again.

“Oh just watch the movie.” She jokes.

It’s the scene with C-3PO and R2D2 on Tatooine. I have been dying to a wrap my arms around Y/N’s shoulders. So why not give it a try? Or maybe not? Or maybe I should? Stop thinking about it and just do it! I pretend to yawn and put my arm around Y/N’s shoulder. Smooth Pete. She looks at me and I smile, she smiles back and cuddles into my chest, wrapping her arm around my torso. I then rest my cheek on her head. And we stay here until the middle of “The Empire Strikes Back” in which I doze to sleep. 

My eyes flicker open, and I see that “The Empire Strikes Back” has ended. The light was also turned on, from May most likely. She’d better bot have taken any pictures of us! I look down and see that Y/N is sleeping on my lap… I’m freaking out right now. I move a bit forward making a little bit of movement trying not to wake her up.But to no avail Y/N stirs in her sleep, her eyes slightly open. She then opens them fully, she sits up, and she yawns.

“Aww man we missed the end of Empire.” Y/N whines, she then looks at her phone and her eye pop out.

“Shit it’s 12! I gotta get home.” She says while texting someone.

“It’s funny, all we did was sleep.” Y/N adds chuckling.

“Well then thats a good reason to go on a second date.” Oh shit, what did I just say. Y/N’s eyes go wide.

“T-this is a date?” She stutters.

I scratch the back of my head, “Only if you want it to be.”

“Of course I do! I-I mean, yeah that sounds cool.” Y/N smiles, I nod my head and smile back.

“Maybe for our next date we could finish the movies?” I suggest.

“I’d love that.” Y/N phone buzzes, and she looks down.

“Ugh I have to go now.” You groans. I hug her tightly.

“Don’t go! I won’t let you.” Y/N starts lightly slapping my back and she laughs.

“Pete I would love to stay but I need to go.”

“Okay.” I then release her from my arms. We both stand up and walk to the door. I open it for her and she stands outside the doorway looking at me.

“I know we didn’t really talk or watch the movie that much or even do anything for that matter. But I want to say I had an amazing night and I’m excited to do this again.” Y/N says putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Me too. I’ll text you the details next time.” She nods her head, leans in and kisses me on the cheek. I touch my cheek and smile.

“Bye Pete.” She giggles.

“Bye Y/N.” I stick my head out of the doorframe. Y/N then walks toward the elevator and calls it. She waits there for a couple of second then goes inside. She waves to me and I wave back, until the elevator shuts. I go back inside the apartment. I pump my fist in the air, and whoop a little while dancing.

“Aunt May I think I might have a girlfriend!”

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Mercury Part 6

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you've decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life! 

 Warnings: Slow burn, anger 

 A/N: Hey guys how ya doing? Another part for you! Hope you will enjoy this part. Stay tuned for tomorrows newest chapter because there might be something y’all have been waiting for... anyways don't forget requests and tags are open!

After you had finish up the loads of homework you were given, you changed out of your everyday attire and wore your workout attire. You wanted to hit the bag a few times and maybe run on the treadmill all before dinner.

You then walk to the gym, in the gym, you wrap both hands with tape. You get to the bag and start punching some combos, like a jab, cross then uppercut. However this workout session was more intense than others you’ve had in a while. This was due to the fact that Tony had really pushed you over the edge. Sure he could be there for his team, but can you be there for yours? Maybe you weren’t the leader, but you know you needed to be there, you just have a feeling. And you were going to be there, wether Tony knew it or not. Out of pure anger and fury you start to hit the bag with more intensity. Your knuckles burning, and sweat dripping down your face.

“Hey Y/N the point isn’t to break the bag.” Someone said breaking your concentration. You could recognized that from voice anywhere, that was The Captain America, Steve Rogers.

“Oh hey there Steve-o. What’s up?” You question picking up a water bottle, sipping from it, then putting it down.

“The ceiling.” You smirk and roll your eyes, what a dad joke.

“I know what happened between you and Tony.”

“Please don’t lecture me too, I’ve got enough of that from home and school.”

“I was going to agree with you actually.” Your eyes pop open and your jaw drops.

“Don’t act all surprise. Tony and I don’t agree on a lot of things. I’ll figure out a way for Tony to be out of your hair for a couple of weeks.”

“Thank you so much Steve!” You squeal, hugging him tightly.

“No problem, and listen kid, go fix your hands, they’re probably all screwed up by now.” You nod profusely and start skipping to the bathroom.

In the bathroom you unwrap your tape to see how damaged your knuckles are. However when you unrolled the last of the tape, you examined your knuckles and saw that there was nothing. There are no bruises, no scars, no cuts, nothing. You’re curious, but you don’t think much of it. You’ve been hitting the bag for years, your skin was probably used to the amount of damaged it has gone through. That’s probably why there is no cuts or bruises. That has to be the reason, or is it?

The dinner table was awkward to say the least. You knew it was going to be awkward. Everyone in the tower knew about the argument you had with Tony. Now here you are, staring at your plate of food, wishing to runaway from this moment.

“So, Y/N tell us have you made any friends today?” Wanda spoke up, trying to release the tension.

“Yeah, I met a cool group of people.” You spoke shyly, still looking at your plate. It looks as though it hasn’t been touched by a single soul. Being the foodie you are, everyone imagined that you would have eaten by now. They were wrong.

“What are their names?” Wanda wonders, taking a bite into her food.

“Well I hit it off, or at least I think I did, with this girl named Michelle. I also befriended this really funny kid named Ned. I also met a guy named Peter.” You utter. You decide for everyone’s sake to eat a bit of food even if you weren’t hungry. After that, you rest your fork on the table, then table still quiet. Even Sam, the most talkative person on the team, didn’t say a peep.

“I’m going to go to my room, if you’ll excuse me.” You announce, getting up from the chair and walking back to your room.

Soon enough, you reach your bedroom. You still weren’t sure if you believed Tony when he stated that he found Peter from a video on YouTube. You open your laptop and search “Midtown High Academic Decathlon” on the YouTube search bar. There was nothing, at least there were no videos of Peter. That son of a bitch lied to me, you though gritting your teeth. You were fuming. Does he think I’m stupid? You wanted to punch something, maybe even someone. You try to decompress, yet to no avail you’re ballistic. You start to deeply breathe in-an-out just like when Tony taught you.

10 Years Ago

“Uncle Tony!” You wail, kicking your legs in the dirt of the playground. Pain exploding from the ginormous cut on your left elbow.

“Yes Y/N?” He walks up to you, smiles gently, and lowers himself to be at your eye level. Remnants of tears marks your face, you still cry while you point to your elbow.

“You’ll be fine Y/N. But you need to calm down first.” You nod.

“Breathe in.” You breathe in.

“Breathe Out.” You breathe out, and you finally calm down, sniffling and rubbing your running nose with the back of your palm.

“Let’s go get a bandaid, clean up that cut, and then maybe some ice cream?” Tony suggested, your eyes light up, and you nod your head vigorously, loving the idea. He picks you up and holds you. He tickles your side and you giggle. Both of you walk away.

Today

Now you felt sad, even betrayed. Why would he lie to me? There must be a good reason for it. Tony loves me and wouldn’t purposely hurt my feelings. You get up from your desk and walk to your closet. You change into pajamas, lay down on your bed, and clap your hands to turn off the lights. You shut your eyes and doze of into darkness.

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Mercury Part 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Hiya everyone! Another day, another part! Things are starting to get intense at the tower. Btw I’m sorry that the story is slow in the Peter x reader department, but get ready cause things are coming up soon ;). Hope you guys enjoy! Don’t forget the tags and requests are open! Italics represent a thought. Thanks for reading!  

It was the end of practice, if you could call it that. Peter and Ned were walking out of the auditorium while you and Michelle were farther behind.

“Hey, I have to talk to Peter about something. Do you mind if I go ahead?”

“Sure, let me be alone, all by myself.” Michelle droned with a sigh.

“Thanks.” Then you run up to Peter and Ned, walking in their pace.

“Hey Usain Bolt, what’s up?” Peter inquired smiling.

“Can I talk to you in private for a second?”

“Sure.” Then both of you look at Ned, waiting for him to leave. He stared blankly ahead then looked at both of you.

“Oh, I should go…“

“Yeah thanks.” You say, then with that Ned walks to Michelle and starts talking to her.

“What do you want me to talk ab-“

“Do you really work with Tony Stark?”

“Y-yeah why do you ask?” Peter scratches the back of his head, turning to you.

“Oh I don’t know,” You pause, assessing if it is the best idea to tell Peter that you’re Tony Starks niece, “Maybe because I’m his niece.”

Peter eyes become huge, and his cheeks started to burn bright red.

“Really? Thats strange cause I’ve never seen you at the tower.” Peter questioned.

“Nor have I seen you.”

“So are you going to tell me the truth?” You added.

“I-I’m not lying… you can ask him yourself! He’ll vouch for me.”

“Okay then, I will.” You smile then walk ahead to met Happy outside because you remembered to call him and tell him about the decathlon “practice”.

You open the doors to enter into the school and see the limousine Happy always drove. Not wanting to cause any attention, you quickly hurried down the stairs and ran to the car, opening it quickly.

“Happy, smash the pedal. Lets get going, and fast!” Happy speeds away from the school.

“Do I even need to ask.” Happy spoke up once both of you were far away from the school.

“I just don’t want people knowing that I have a personal limousine. Just from being in school for one day, I can tell you, I would have friends for the wrong reason.”

“But did you have to be so dramatic?” Happy asks.

“I wasn’t going to take my dandy ol’ time here! Practice was over and people were starting to walk outside.”

“You do know that there were other cars, meaning that people saw you. Meaning what you did was pointless.”

“Happy, you are so lucky you are sitting in the front because if you were here I’d-“

“So tell me how was school?” Happy asks hopefully diverting your attention to a different subject.

“It was… different I guess, but also neat at the same time.”

“How?”

“Well did you know that kids in public schools have to share locker rooms and have to eat crappy lunch? Cause I didn’t know that till today.”

“I’ve known that ever since I attended public school.”

“Oh I’m sorry if I disrespected you. I’m just little ignorant on the whole public school thing.” You squeal embarrassed.

“Its okay, I realize that. Why don’t we talk about the academic decathlon team? I bet they made you team captain.”

“Noooo, but they did say that I was going to be an asset on the team. Plus we get to go to Washington D.C. for a championship thing.“

“Washington? Don’t you have training?” Happy raises his eyebrow.

“I know that but I was hoping Tony would let me go.”

“Don’t tell that to me kid. You have to ask the big man.” Happy says while switching to a different lane.

“Hey guys I’m home!” You yell while walking into the living room of the tower, not seeing anyone there. Soon after Wanda, Natasha and Steve come in.

“Hey Y/N, welcome home. How was the real world?” Natasha asked while plopping herself on the plush couch overlooking Manhattan.

“It was good, I joined the academic decathlon team today.” You smile while sitting next to Natasha. Natasha was like a much older sister to you, of course you loved Wanda, Steve and Sam as much as anyone else. But you’d known Natasha since before you could talk. She and Tony were the first people in your life ever since your family passed, or at least that’s what Tony says.

“Good job kiddo, now you can finally mentor me in something.”

“Come on Nat you know you’re smart.” You nudge her shoulder.

“But is she really?” Sam comes in smirking.

“Oh be quiet bird-boy, you know I can out smart you and out fight you.” Natasha replies rolling her eyes.

“Do you want to test that theory?” Sam teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You are such a little pervert.”

“But you love it.” Natasha stands up ready to “fight” Sam.

“As much as I would love to see wrestle mania, I need to see Tony. Know where he might be?” You ask interjecting Natasha and Sam.

“The lab I think.” Steve spoke up.

“Thanks, I’ll be back guys.” With that you walk towards his office which was some lengths away.

“Hey Tony, I was wondering if you know this guy at my school. He’s super cute and he says he’s your intern. No that’s not good enough, I have to say it differently.” You murmur to yourself, practicing on what to say to Tony when you get to him. A little while after you finally figured out what you’ll say to Tony. You walk up to the door of lab and knock on the door.

“Enter.” You then enter the lab, with cool gadgets and trinkets. You’d been in the lab maybe once. That was when you were younger and the world had not yet encountered aliens from Asgard. Now, the world has encountered much more than that, so Tony’s collection of alien toys was one sight to behold. Tony was holding one of his blasters, putting some crystal inside of it. He then dropped his blaster and smiled at you.

“Hey there kid how was-”

“If someone asks me how my day was one more time I’m going to scream.” You interrupt Tony.

“Then I’m guessing school was worse than expected?” Tony raises his eyebrows.

“No,” you walk around the lab running your finger on the gadgets, “It was pretty good, I made some friends and joined the academic decathlon, like you suggested. But I need to talk to you.” Two of the same types of conversations in one day, fun.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just today I met this boy named Peter Parker, who is also on the academic decathlon team, and he said he was your intern. Ihich I’m pretty sure he isn’t because if he is then I would have seen him around the tower somewhere, or you would have introduced us or-”

“He is my intern Y/N.” Tony stated.

“No, wait. Who? What? When? Where? Why?”

“Okay now you’re just saying the 5 W’s.”

“This is me trying to process what you just said Tony!”

“You don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Fine, I’d seen a video on the YouTube- or whatever they call it- of the academic decathlon video of Peter, who I didn’t know at the time, was really intelligent. Smart enough to work for me, so one day I looked up where he lives to offer him an internship, met his really yet strangely attractive aunt, and the rest is history.” Tony lied.

“And I just so happen to attend the same school as him.” You gave Tony an incredulous look while standing against a table with your arms folded.

“Yes, that is purely coincidental. Happy now?”

“Whatever.” You huff.

“Good, now if you’re done-”

“Nope, I have one more question.”

“Then spill the beans missy, this little Iron Man has to work.”

“Can I got to Washington D.C. for the academic decathlon national championship?”

“That’s a joke right?”

“Tony! I’m not joking please the team said they needed me, and with Peter not going whose probably one of the best on the team, I need to go. My team needs me.”

“Well another team needs you as well.” You glare at Tony.

“Don’t give me that crap Tony! I haven’t been on the field before why would I be on now? What would there be terrorizing another city? Little goblins gnawing on people’s big toe!?!” You state raising your voice.

“I said no, end of discussion.”

“Fine.” You stand up straight and stormed out of his lab, slamming the door behind you. Instead of going the living room, you decided to go straight to your room. You clap your hands to turn on the lights, close the door and flop your body, face first into your bed. You groan loudly and squish your face into the mattress.

“Miss. Y/N are you okay?” F.R.I.D.A.Y asks, and if there was any emotion to her robotic self if would be at this point worry.

“Not really F.R.I.D.A.Y, how do you put up with Tony?”

“I mean I have to… I’m a robot.” You start laughing uncontrollably, making you much more gleeful than before.

“Did that make you happy?”

“I guess it did, I am still upset though.”

“Why not train or work out to relieve your stress.”

“Love to but I just remembered I have homework to do, yay. Maybe after I will.”

“That sounds like a good idea Miss. Y/N.”

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Mercury Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn, Jealousy 

A/N: Bonjour everyone! Another imagine coming at you today! So I’ve decided to post a new part of this series everyday that is until when school starts, maybe. But thank you so much for supporting this series. This is like my child and I have so many ideas for the upcoming parts! Just a cool surprise, I have a masterlist! The link is in the description for those who want to read this series from the beginning. Also request and tags are open. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this part! Also I did not make the academic decathlon questions but here’s the link to the website where I did find those questions: http://www.modbee.com/news/local/article3125182.html

It was now the end of the day, you decided to join the athletic decathlon, because why not? You look at your phone, it reads 2:45, you were already 5 minutes late to the meet and you weren’t even on the team. You start walking towards the auditorium and open the heavy set of wooden doors. You see Mr. Harrington sitting behind a desk with someone, that someone turns around, and it’s Flash, gah.

“Hey hot stuff.” Flash says taking away the concentration of the team. They all look at you, some with fascination and others with confusion. You roll your eyes ignoring Flash and you walk up to Mr. Harrington.

“Ah Y/N what a pleasant surprise!” Mr. Harrington gushed.

“Thanks, happy to be here.” You smile.

“Let me introduce you to the team. Everyone get down here.” One by one everyone walks down the stairs to acquaint themselves with you. Then they all stand in front of you. To your surprise you saw Peter, Ned and Michelle. They wave to you and you wave back, giving them a smile.

“Seems as though Miss. Y/N here has already been introduced to some of our team mates. Well I guess our team captain should introduce the rest who haven’t met Y/N yet.”

Then a very familiar girl walks up to you with a smile on her face.

“Hey! I’m Liz Allen the team captain,” Then it hits you. This is the girl that Peter has the “hots” for. Soon enough you start to growl lowly, not really producing any noise. The jealousy bubbling in your throat. Stop it you weirdo, you’ve just met Peter and now you’re acting all territorial, you thought. You shake your thought away and decide to hold back on the jealousy, for now.

“So here we have Abraham, Cindy, and Charles.” Liz continued while pointing to each of the teammates. Flash then subtly coughs indicating that Liz hadn’t introduced him.

“Oh and this is Flash.” She added. Flash then shot air guns at you and winked.

“I know who he is.” You grunted at Flash. For a couple of seconds there was an awkward silence in the auditorium.

“So, um, why don’t we give Y/N some questions to see how well she does answering them?” Peter inquired breaking the silence.

“Yes! What a fantastic idea Mr. Parker. Y/N why don’t you sit down at the table and Liz will give you some questions to answer.” Mr. Harrington says while pointing to the table on the stage.

“Sure.” Then you walk up the stairs and sit down as Liz gets behind the podium and stares at a set of flashcards.

“First question: When plutonium -239 decays to uranium -235, which of the following types of radiation is emitted?”

“Alpha.”  You say quickly.

“Correct! Next question: If the price elasticity of demand equals 0.5, then a 10% increase in the price of a product will result in?”

“10% decrease in the quantity demanded.”

Liz stares at you wide eyed, you fidget with your fingers awaiting to hear the next question.

“You-you are correct. This will be the last question for now. In amassing her assault on nobility and enlisting support for the common man, Wollstonecraft relies heavily upon the use of…”

“Pathos.”

“You are… correct, once again.” Liz affirmed while fixing the flashcards.

The team starts clapping as you walk down to everyone else.

“Wow that was amazing Y/N!!” Ned exclaimed while patting your back. Everyone else started to circle around you to give congratulations, even Flash. However when Peter patted your back you felt butterflies in your stomach. Just from Peters touch you were beginning to fall apart. You wondered if he had felt the same butterflies as well.

“Now now everyone, lets give Y/N some space,” Mr. Harrington chimed in, and the circle dispersed, “I won’t lie Y/N that was very impressive. I can tell you will be an asset on this team.”

“I’m on the team?!” You beamed, smiling wide.

“You were on this team when you answered that first question in class.” You smile wider than you thought humanly possible when Mr. Harrington said that.

“She has to go with us to Washington!” Cindy announced.

“Yeah! Mr. Harrington she can help us win!” Charles added.

“Wait what?” You implore raising an eyebrow.

“Well every year there is the national academic decathlon championship in Washington D.C. we get to go this year.” Liz spoke up.

“I think thats a fantastic idea! What do you think Y/N?” Mr. Harrington asks.

“Let me check if my schedules free,” You pause for a moment pretending to have a concentrated look on your face. You then smirk, “I don’t have any plans.”

“It’ll be cool if you’re there. It’ll be more bearable with you around.” Michelle  admitted.

“Thanks I guess?”

“You’re very welcome.” Michelle smiled.

“Who else is going on the trip Mr. Harrington?” You ask tilting your head sideways.

“Everyone except for Peter.”

“Why?” You question, your heart sank a little, although it is going to be a great learning experience you hoped to get to know Peter better, this was not the case anymore.

“Cause I have this thing?”

“What thing?” You pried, becoming more curious.

“Peter works for Tony Stark as an intern!” Ned exclaimed. Your eyes went big. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, maybe he does work with Tony, but I haven’t seen him. It doesn’t matter I’ll just talk to him after, you thought.

“Really? Thats super cool.” You say nodding your head.

“Yeah…”

“But why would you need to stay here? I mean I bet Tony would let you go. I’m just guessing though, cause I don’t know him.” You say shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m a very busy man, Mr. Stark needs me at all times.” You raise your eyebrow and nod your head once more.

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Mercury Part 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you've decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Oh my gosh hello! I’ve decided to post twice today because I’m in such a good mood right now! Thank you for all the support and this just in, I’ve got my first request for a tag! Flipping out right now. GAHHHH, thank you guys so much! So tags are open and request are open as well! 

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"Okay class, easy question here:  What is the product of water and pentyl ethanoate under acidic conditions?" Mr. Harrington asks the chemistry class. A handful of students arms shoot up, wanting to answer the question, even yours, you knew this answer, it was so easy.

"Well, Miss. Y/N, let's see how your uncle did homeschooling you, why don't you answer the question?"

"Easy, ethanoic acid and pentanol. This is because when mixed with water under acidic or basic conditions, esters undergo hydrolysis. The products are a carboxylic acid and an alcohol." Going deeper into your answer. The class turns to you, even Peter and his friend, staring wide eyed, and mouths open.

"What? My uncle is a very smart man." You accused. You turn to Michelle, who even with her cool façade seems shocked as well.

"That is um correct, thank you Y/N." Mr. Harrington says quietly.

The bell soon rang, the class getting up putting their backpacks on and Mr. Harrington telling you guys tonight's homework.

"Y/N, may I speak to you?" Mr. Harrington asks while you were on your way to the door.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask popping the p.

"Great work today Y/N, from what I saw, you seem like a very smart girl. I think we need your smarts on the academic decathlon team!"

"The academic decathlon?" You ask with an incredulous look.

"Yeah I mean-"

"Sure."

"Sure?"

"Sure I'll try out.” You reply.

"Great! We meet in the auditorium straight after school. I'll introduce you to the rest of the team."

"Sounds good." Then you make your way through the door, and in front of you, you see Michelle.

"Hey Michelle what's up?"

"Well, being the nosy person I am, I was peeking through your schedule and coincidentally we have every class together. I don't want you to be a deer in the head lights so I thought I'll walk you to class." Michelle shrugs.

"Really? Thanks Michelle that means a lot to me." You smile and follow Michelle to your next class. This was the deal for every single class up until lunch. You would also voluntarily sit next to Michelle after you introduced yourself to the class mates of your classes. You'd even seen Peter in maybe two of them. He always smiled, and you in return would do the same.

Now here you were, standing in front of the cafeteria with Michelle right by your side. All eyes are on you, and you feel glued to the floor. Michelle walks in front of you, "Don't mind them, seeing a new kid is like seeing snow in July. Follow me." You shake your head out of the daze and walk in Michelle's direction. The students then continue on to their midday meal. Michelle stops at a table, you see that the only two people sitting there were Peter and his friend.

"Hey Peter!" You exclaim while standing in front them.

"H-hey Y/N! So you've decided to sit with the cool kids?" You grin and nod.

"Well of course! I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself earlier, I'm Y/N L/N." You take out your hand for Peter's friend to shake while you introduce yourself to him. He looks at you with wide eyes, and shakes your hand.

"I'm... Ned Leeds."

"Ned, you don't have to look at me like I'm a 400 year old grandma, I'm a regular student just like you." You point out as you sit down next to Michelle, and in front of Ned. You look to your right and see that Peter is spaced out, looking ahead with dreamy eyes.

"Peter?"

He says and does nothing.

"Peter."

Still he looks ahead.

"Peter!" You exclaim waving your hands in front of him. His eyes flutter and he looks at you.

"Oh what's up?"

"What's up me? What about you?"

"Oh, Peter is looking at Lizzz Allleeenn." Ned says in a sing-song voice.

"Who's that?" Then Ned points behind you. You turn around to see a really pretty girl walking past the cafeteria staring at Peter. You grit your teeth and turn your head sideways.

"That's Liz." You scoff trying to seem unimpressed.

"Yeah Peter has the total hots for her. But get this... she's a senior! Peter is digging on a senior!" Ned declares.

"Shh Ned! Could you be any louder?!" Peter inquires with a desperate look on his face.

"Haha, Ned be louder please." Michelle joked looking up from her book. Peter turns his head and glares at Michelle.

"Whatever lets talk about something else." You change the subject, taking out your lunch box. More specifically taking out a plate of ratatouille, your stomach grumbling from the lack of food. You lick your lips in delight.

“Whoa there fancy pants what's with that fancy dish?" Michelle asks laughing.

"I'm a vegetarian so my uncle likes making me these really unique dishes, this here is ratatouille." You bubbled, even though F.R.I.D.A.Y makes your food. You had no interest in explaining that a non-entity creates food for your consumption.

"Ratatouille? Like the movie? With the rat?" Ned joked.

"Yes." You say taking a bite out of your dish.

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Mercury Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Hey guys! Heres another part of the Mercury series. I hope you enjoy and If you have any requests please let me know! -

A little while after the car drives into Midtown High, you look up and see a big football field, with kids walking towards the school.

“I guess this is my stop.” You say smirking.

“You’re right kid, but listen you’ll be fine, join some clubs, and stand out.” Tony appealed to you. You nod your head and open the car door, starting to leave, however you turn to Tony and give him a big hug, squeezing your eyes.

“Bye Tony, bye Happy, see you later.” Then you exit the car, and shut the door. You step backwards and Happy drives away, leaving you in the middle of the street for everyone to see. You look left to right, noticing the stares and the whispers.

“Welcome to High school Y/N.” You mutter under your breath as you walk to your way into Midtown High. You climb the stairs, looking forward, keeping your head high. Then you open the door into the high school. You search around for the front office to get your schedule and locker number. Once you found the front of the office, you walk towards the door, open it and smile to the lady sitting in the desk.

“You aren’t a familiar face, so you must be Y/N?” You smile and nod your head.

“Well Y/N, I’m Ms. Susan, but for you, you can call me Susan!” She exclaims with a toothy smile.

“Thank you Susan-”

“I’m guessing you’re here for your locker number and combination, your schedule and your student tour guide.” Susan interrupts.

“Hah, yes, Susan.” You reply annoyed while gritting your teeth.  Susan opens her desk and takes out many papers, and hands them to you.

“Here is your schedule, locker combination and number, and your student guide will be here very soon-”

Susan was interrupted by a student barging through the door, and raises his hands to the sky.

“Hey Susan! How’s it going foxy momma, where’s the new student babe?” Flash Thompson asks loudly.

“First off Mr. Thompson, I told you not to call me Susan and second-”

“I’m the new student babe.” You turn around to tell this Flash Thompson. He bites his lip and scans your body up and down.

“Hey bucko, I’m not a piece of meat, my eyes are up here.” You demand him pointing to your eyes.

“Feisty babe, this is new and interesting, Flashy likes.” You turn around to Susan, “Listen Susan, can’t you send someone to guide me? I’d be much more comfortable with someone, anyone, but him.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but it’s too late to change peer guides, you’re going to have to stick with Mr. Thompson over here.” You groan, roll your eyes and turn around to face Flash. He winks at you and once again you roll your eyes, and shove the piece of paper into Flash’s hands.

“This is my locker number, take it to me, and help me open it.” You command, Flash nods his head and walks out the door, you follow soon after him.

The walk to your locker wasn’t fun, Flash pried for personal information while flirting with you. The flirtatious comments made you want to puke, however you digress, and kept going, ignoring Flash. For some unknown reason to man, Flash was popular! During the walk to, people called out greetings to Flash, their attention going to you as well, asking if you were new, obviously, and some asked if you were single, which was none of their business. After what felt like centuries, both of you finally reach your locker.

“This is it hot stuff.” Flash flirts while pointing to the locker number, your locker. Deciding to not be in Flashes presence, you take the locker combination and with some perseverance and determination, you managed to open the locker and starting putting books into said locker. A locker opens next to you, however you were so absorbed on making the inside of your locker that you didn’t notice the stop of rustling papers and books.

“Hey Penis Parker, whatca looking at?” Flash asks to Peter Parker, nodding his head forward. Flash’s annoying voice took you out of your focused state and you look to the locker next to you to see who Flash was talking to. You see a boy with big chocolate brown eyes, brown curly hair, and a blue vest exposing a blue striped shirt. He looks at you, then looks away, blushing. You blush as well, sure you’ve seen attractive guys at this school, but this boy really stood out to you for some reason.

“Flash, shut up.” You demanded giving him the evil eye. Peters head shoots up and he stares at you with big eyes, you give him a small smile.

“Hi I’m Y/N L/N, sophomore and obviously new.” You chuckle. Sticking your hand out for him to shake.

“Hi-i, I’m Peter Parker, also a sophomore and total nerd.” He replies shaking your hand, and you smile once again.

“Hey um Peter, you seem like a smart kid, I have Chem now, do you mind showing the class to me?” You ask.

“Yeah! I’m in that class too.” Peter adds. You then close your locker and Peter closes his locker. Peter walks away from his locker and you walk next to him. Then you turn around, waving to Flash.

“See ya Flash.” You say sarcastically at a open mouthed Flash Thompson.

You and Peter then approach the room to chemistry. Peter opens the door for you and you smile at him as you both walk into chemistry. Unfortunately for you, everyone already seemed to have already enter class and in their seats. The teacher looks at you, “Well hello! First off, I’m Mr. Harrington, your chemistry teacher, second off, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?”

“Yeah, sure.” You say, you then make your way to the front of the class, and Peter makes his way to some boy, who starts playfully punching Peter, saying something to him.

“Well, I’m Y/N L/N, I grew up in Manhattan homeschooled by my uncle and I guess I wanted a change of scenery.” You explain.

“That’s it? Why don’t you tell us more about yourself?”

“Well, I’m going to lie, I’m a geek, so I love the Star Wars movies but not Star Trek, I mean Star Trek is good, but is it as iconic as Star Wars? I don’t think so,” You spoke quickly, the class looked wide eyed and the sudden quickness of your discussion.

“I also um, like talking.” You added while scratching the back of your head. The rest of the class laughed at your comment.

“Okay Y/N, thank you for that interesting… talk.” The rest of the class giggles at Mr. Harrington comment while your cheeks start to flame bright red.

“Why don’t you sit next to Michelle over there and we can get on to the beginning of class.” Mr. Harrington nods to a girl sitting intensively from the back of the class room. You make your way over to Michelle with a kind smile.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, obviously.” You say while sitting next to her.

“Michelle Jones.” The girl states as she brings out a hand for you to shake. You shake her hand, and drop your backpack and look forward to Mr. Harrington’s lecture.

“I’m personally more of a Star Trek fan.” Michelle says smirking, breaking your concentration on the lecture. You turn to her and return the smirk. Then turn back to the teacher.

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Mercury Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Holo everyone! This is my first imagine on the inter-webs so I hope you enjoy! I’m making this into a very long serious, I think at least. If you have any requests please let me know! - “Y/N get up!” Tony called as he banged on the door to your bedroom. Your eyes slightly open as you groan, taking your pillow and pushing it into your face.

“You know, I don’t need to see you to know that you’re up.” Tony adds. You get up, walk sluggishly to the door and open it. Tony Stark smirks at you, obviously laughing at your morning look.

“You know, just because your the richest man in New York doesn’t mean you can boss me around.” You say tilting your head to the side.

“Ouch, that hurt a little bit, but alas, I’ll pretend you said that because today is your first day at school!”

“Haha, you’re funny Tony, very funny.”

“Why would I be funny?”

“Because you think I’m going to school, which I’m not so I’ll be back in bed.” You tell him bopping his nose with your pointer finger.

“I don’t think so, you wanted this, now you’re going to get it.”

“Heh, it was just a joke, I didn’t think you would take it seriously, plus I need to train with Natasha, and Steve, an-and you! There’s no time for school when you’re an avenger!”

“Well cry me a river, or in fact write about it in AP Literature. Now go get ready.” Tony says smiling as he pats your back while you make your way into the bedroom.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you help me decide my school attire please.”

“Well of course Miss. Y/N, what are you in a mood for wearing today?”

“Hmm,” You say with a thinking face, just then your eyes light up, “surprise me.”

“Yes Miss. Y/N.”

Soon after, F.R.I.D.A.Y conjures a surprisingly fashionable outfit, for a personal AL, that is.

“Nicely done F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You say smiling and giving her a thumbs up.

“Of course.”

You then take your clothes into the bathroom and change, you walk into your closet to see the full-scaled mirror, and brush off any lint off your clothes. After, you leave your room and walk through the halls of Tony’s large tower you stop in the kitchen, smelling the crisp bacon on the stove.

“That smells delicious.” You lick your lips in delight.

“Aren’t you a vegetarian?” Natasha asks, raising her eyebrow.

“Kids these days and their stupid fads, you know with all these weird challenges and diets is makes me wonder what happened to the world.” Steve adds.

“Chill Gandhi.” Sam says while putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

“It’s not a fad Steve, I just feel terrible eating poor helpless animals.” You asserted.

“Well you didn’t feel too bad a couple of seconds ago.” Sam adds again smirking as he puts another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

“I will flip that bowl over if you don’t stop talking.” You playfully jeered at him. Sam, puts his hands up in defeat, then continues to eat his cereal.

“Y/N is that you?” A familiar voice asks behind you.

“Well I mean duh, who else could it be.” You turn around and see Tony in front of you, holding his hands together in excitement.

“You look so, grownup. I-i can’t believe you’re going to school.”

“Aww don’t get so mushy, it’s just a step into me becoming older.” You shrug. Tony’s eyes widen and tears start to jerk out of his eyes.

“I know, that’s the hard part!” He starts wailing.

You take Tony into your arms, giving him a big bear hug, while patting his hair, “Shh, Tony it’s okay, you’ll be okay.” You say relaxing Tony. Natasha, Sam, Wanda, and Steve started snickering behind you. You turn around and shoot them a death glare, telling them to be quiet.

“Oh stop Y/N, don’t treat me like a baby.” Tony shot his body up from your hug.

“Sheesh, all I was doing was trying to help.” You smirked.

“Anyways, I guess I should be going to school now huh.” You added. Tony nodded his head.

“Well guys I’ll see you later then. Come on Tony.”

In front of the Stark Tower you see Happy.

“Hey Happy how’s it going?” You ask smiling as Happy opens the car door.

“Hey Y/N, it’s going pretty good, how about you? You excited for the first day of school, more specifically sophomore year?” He asks while wiggling his eyebrows, you chuckle as you enter in the car sitting to the far right, “I guess you could say that.” Soon after Tony gets into the car, and Happy closes the door and jumps into the drivers seat.

“So Y/N as a public school student, what are some extracurricular activities you’re going to do?” Happy inquires while looking at you through the rear-view mirror.

“I don’t know maybe join band, or the chess club.” You answer fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt.

“You know kiddo, you should join the academic decathlon, you’re one of the smartest people I know.” Tony speaks up, looking at you.

“One of?” You interrogate raising an eyebrow.

“Well there’s other people who match you in intelligence.” He adds, you roll your eyes and scoff.

“Sure, so what school am I going to anyways?” You ask looking out the window into the streets of Manhattan.

“Midtown High.” Tony replies, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. He could tell you’re scared, first day of school, entering into a whole new environment, meeting new and unique kids, it’s all nerve-racking stuff. He takes your hand and you turn around, looking at him.

“Listen Y/N, serious moment coming up now. I know you’re nervous, hell I would be too. But, you’re going to dominate the school, with brains and beauty. You’ll be fine, I can promise you that. And hey, if you don’t like it, you can leave in a drop of a dime.” Tony says smiling.

“Thanks Tony.” You smile, and rest your head on the window to stare into the New York scenery.