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Marvel Masterlist

Requests: Open, and I have a list I can add them to as well. currently working on the today, so I thought why not. 

Optional Prompts list

I will write almost anything for almost any characters. Mainly Marvel

—-reposting cause I’m actually kind of in the mood to write

THE AVENGERS

Tony Stark x Reader

Midnight

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Misty Eyes: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

And I Saw You Standing There: | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Bruce Banner x Reader

Tools and Things

Peter Parker x Reader

Because I care

Three Times I Almost Said “I love you, and The One Time I Did (IW Spoiler)

Blue and Purple

Stay

Head Above Water

Runaways: | Part One/?

Loki x Reader

Jade Roses

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Peter, v-logging with his phone camera: Hi I’m Spi- I mean, Peter Parker, and today we’re going to witness firsthand people’s reactions after they’re told they have big dick energy. Let’s go!

Peter: What’s up, Thor. Dude, I just wanted you to know that you radiate big dick energy today.

Thor: God of thunder in the streets, god of big dick in the sheets, I suppose.

Peter, checking to see if he’s still recording then proceeding to give a thumbs up: I stan so hard. Legends only.

Peter, bumping into Steve reading the paper: Cap! Ah, have a moment? Word on the street is that you have big dick energy. Thoughts?

Steve, choking on his coffee: I-I guess the serum did have… its effects…

Peter: Oh my god.

Peter, finding Bucky watering flowers: Hey, man. Love what you did with your hair today, may I enlighten you on the fact that you have, putting it modestly, very big dick energy?

Bucky, looking into the camera like he’s on the office: …Parker what the hell.

Peter, breaking into the sanctum: Wow doctor, looks like you got a super serious case of chronic big dick energy there.

Strange: Listen. There’s kinetic, potential, thermal, chemical, electrical, even the vague concept of dark energy. But there is no big dick or whatever you just—

Peter: You’re no fun.

Peter, after buying a plane ticket and flying to Wakanda unsupervised: As king and black panther, your highness, your reign is supreme and so is your big dick energy.

T'challa, amidst a breakdown: Noo!!! Stop!! You and Shuri, I am begging you, please, I have no idea what that means!!!!

Peter, approaching Tony relaxing on a lounge chair: Now for The Man. The one and only, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist. Mr. Stark, are you aware you have big dick energy?

Tony, lowering his shades: Kid, I invented big dick energy.

Peter, tearing up: I know.

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Nebula: dads…are like slinkies-

Morgan: wish I had one?

Peter: lost every single one I ever had?

Harley: spring away and don’t come back?

Nebula:

Nebula: I was gonna say “fun to push down the stairs” but now I feel bad

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Hey! So, i was thinking about a story where tony's daughter is dating peter but she starts thinking that tony likes peter more than he likes her (because both of them like science and stuff like that) and he spends more time with him than with her. Maybe both of them get into college but peter gets into a fancy science college and y/n gets into an art school, so tony os more excited about peter. Idk maybe you could improve some stuff but i really like the idea!

This is a great one!! I love it! I’m working on catching up on Fics today so I can definitely work on it as well!!!

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Hey I was wondering if you could do one where the reader moves into a new apartment complex and Bucky is the neighbor and he always tries to talk to her but her work keeps her super busy so whenever they start talking she gets a phone call and interrupts? Idk something like that haha

Of course!!!!! I’ll hopefully post before Wednesday

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Loki: Do you know how many bones the human body has? It’s 206. You start with 369 when you’re babies, but they fuse. Wouldn’t you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if I could help you?

Strange: Hi, yeah what the actual, literal, GENUINE f**k does this mean?!!

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Peter, waking up in the soul world:

Bucky: hey, aren’t you that kid that threw a sign at me not too long ago?

Peter, scared for his life: holy sHIT

Bucky: ?

Peter turning to look at Bucky: JEsUS?????!!!

Bucky: what-

Peter: AM I DeaD???

Bucky: I don’t-

Peter, shrieking:JEsuS, WHy Do yOU HaVE a METal ARM?????

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Head Above Water

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (kind of)

Warnings: none:)

Request: anon - Can you do one where Stark has a teen daughter who comes of as shy and quiet and she was chosen to sing a song at a school competition? Flash and some other kids start snickering when she’s called up but then blows them all away singing Avril Lavigne’s head above water.. the team also attends and her performance moves Tony to tears and shuts flash and her usual bullies right up. 🤗

A/N : this was so cute! The song is amazing too. Totally recommend. I hope you like this!!!!!! Also I thought it’d be cute to add some cute Peter x reader friendship stuff

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Tonight’s the night.

The girls at the base magically convinced me to audition for the winter show at school. Nat claims she heard me singing when I was cooking one day, Wanda claiming she hears it when I’m in the shower. According to her, we have “thin walls”.

Good to know I guess.

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“Come on, (y/n)! You have to at least audition! You have such a lovely voice, you really do. You’d blow them away!” Wanda pipes up from her lounge chair, her feet propped up on the coffee table.

“She’s right you know,” Natasha chimes in from across the island. I sigh into my coffee mug.

“You may not realize it, but you hum and sing a lot around this place. In the showers, the gym, in here especially,” Nat adds.

“The point is, there’s no harm in auditioning. If you make it, you make it. If you don’t,-“

“You slice their throats.” Nat cuts Wanda off with a smile.

I let out a chuckle, sighing once more.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

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I rummage through my closet, fresh out of the shower, looking for the sequined tank top that Pepper bought me for my birthday last month.

“Hey, Dad?” I call as I continue my search.

“What’s up?” He leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Have you seen that navy blue glitter top that Pepper bought me?”

“I have,” Steve chimes in as he walks by.

“Really? Where?”

“In the living area on one of the couches I think,” he responds as he continues down the hall.

“Thank you!” I shout back, grabbing black jeans from my dresser.

“Do you think you’re gonna be able to make it tonight?” I ask the man in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiles.

“Okay well it’s at seven, but I won’t perform right away. So technically we have two hours,” I talk as I lay out my outfit on the mattress.

“Okay. Good to know kiddo.” He gives me a nod and exits the room, leaving me to prep.

“I should probably grab my top,” I mumble, clutching the towel wrapped around me. I make my way to the living area, immediately spotting the fabric draped over the couch. I grab it and head back, shutting the door and throwing on the outfit. I pair it with my simple circle necklace and black heels.

“Cute, classy, but not overdone. Okay!” I clap my hands together. With a sigh I throw on some simple makeup and call it good. Letting my hair air dry. “I’ve got a whole hour. Perfect,” I mumble, exiting my room to the kitchen. Immediately I spot Peter, lazily relaxed on the sectional.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” I laugh as I walk to the fridge, pulling out my water bottle. Peter sits up, flashing me a grin.

“You look amazing,” he smiles, looking me up and down, approving of my fashion choices.

“Well thank you kind sir,” I give a small bow.

“Wh-where you headed?” He stutters, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m going to go to the training room to kind of practice before tonight. Gotta psych myself up, ya know?” I shrug, walking away.

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Peters POV

She walks out of the room, glittering like a hundred stars. I sigh and fall back on the couch, remembering what we had. Remembering our first kiss. Why am I suddenly missing all of that?

No, Peter. Stop you idiot. You didn’t have time for that then, what makes you think you have any now?

“Ughhhhhh,” I pick up my phone, scrolling through the latest Spider-Man tagged posts. Most are just from earlier in the week when I saved a cat from a tree.

The internet went crazy over it.

The phone falls on my chest and I exhale.

“I’m gonna walk around a bit,” I mumble to myself. I push my body up off of the sectional with a stretch. For a while, I roam the halls, not really going anywhere. That is, until I hear it. Down the corridor is the entrance to the training room, where (y/n) said she was headed. The closer I get, the more it becomes clearer. Her voice gliding through every note, every word like a river. So soft and beautiful, full of raw emotions.

I stand outside of the doorway, leaned against the wall. A hand grabs my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. “Hey kid,” the voice says. I turn around. There Steve stands, twice my size.

“Oh hey Mr. Rogers, I-I was just walking and I heard her singing so-“ I quietly try to explain.

Steve gives a soft smile, pressing his back to the wall next to me. “I know kid. She’s been practicing in there for the past two weeks. I like to listen too, sometimes. It really helps when I have a rough day,” steve shrugs, looking at the floor.

“I’ve never heard her sing before. She’s amazing though. I wish she could realize it.” Steve flashes a sad smile.

“Me too kid. She’s lucky to have you,” he gives me a pat on the shoulder.

“What’re you two gossiping about now?” (Y/n) asks, amusement and curiosity in her voice. My mouth opens and closes, trying to find an excuse.

“You know what? Never mind,” she laughs, sauntering away. She turns on her heel to look back at us.

“You coming? We’re gonna be late.”

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(Y/n)’s POV

“Okay, okay, okay. You got this. Just go out there, and sing your heart out,” I mumble, giving myself a pep talk backstage.

“(Y/n)!” I look up, spotting MJ. She gives me a small wave as she makes her way to me.

“Hey, MJ!” I wrap my arms around her in a quick hug. “What’re you doing? I though you hate performing?”

She shrugs, “I do. I’m just part of the crew. Apparently this counts as community service hours, so I thought why not?” As if on cue, Flash spots me.

“Hey (y/n)! I didn’t think you made it past auditions! What is it you do again?”

“Sing,”

“Oh, right, right.” He nods. “Well, I doubt you’re going to make top ten. But hey, miracles happen,” a voice sounds through an intercom backstage calling for the next two acts, one of them being Flash’s group.

“Would you look at that? I gotta go. What is it they say before you perform? Break- break a leg? Yeah, break a leg, or don’t. Who cares?”

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll knock their socks off.” MJ reassures me, giving me a pat on the shoulder before walking away. One by one, they all perform. Leaving me and four other acts.

“(Y/n) Stark!” The manager calls. I raise my hand and she gestures for me to follow. She stops me just behind the curtain.

“Good luck!” She says with a smile, leaving me in wait. They call my name and the curtain opens. Several bright lights shine in my face, my heart pounding. I walk over the the piano positioned on one side.

“Next we have (y/n) Stark performing “Head Above Water!” The host announces, followed by applause and loud cheers. They die out, and I start playing, my heart beating a million miles an hour.

I gotta keep the calm before the storm,

I look out into the croud as I sing, looking for the pair of brown eyes that calm me.

I don’t want less I don’t want more.

I find Wanda, sitting on the end of a row. Her legs crossed and a huge smile on her face. Easing the nerves.

Let’s bar the windows and the doors,

Next to her is nat. Her hair pulled into a side braid to frame her face, a black Adidas cap on her head. She watches like a proud mom.

To keep me safe, to keep me warm.

I look back at the piano, my hands shaking.

Yeah, my life is what I’m fighting for.

Can’t part the sea can’t reach the shore.

And my voice becomes the driving force

I won’t let this pull me overboard.

I close my eyes, pouring all of me into the chorus. Every raw emotion.

God keep my head above water, Don’t let me drown,

I look back up, searching for him. My eyes land on Clint and his family. I invited him, offering for him to bring the kids. Laura jumped on the opportunity. Now They’re all watching me with goofy smiles on their faces.

It gets harder, I’ll meet you there, at the alter

I find Steve next, a phone in hand. Presumably trying his best to video tape. Sam on one side of him, trying to help.

Don’t let me drown,

Then I see my dad. His hand over half of his face, occasionally wiping away tears.

I need you now. I need you most

Then I find him. Peter. Sitting in between my dad and Steve. A dorky smile on his face. His eyes twinkling in the light. I smile, finding the calm inside of me. I sing with everything I’ve got until the end.

Don’t let me drown, and keep my head above water, above water.

I pause, and the applause erupts. Cheers and hollars echo through the auditorium. I take my first real breath, in total wow. “I did it,” I breathe as I walk off stage. The other performers go out as MJ envelopes me in a huge hug telling me how good it was. I thank her.

“We have now totaled the points for our top ten medalists,” they name all but three, and I’m crossing my fingers. Now our top three will you please come out on stage, Flash And Bash, (y/n) Stark, and Jaime Cox.” I’m filled with joy and terror as the three of us walk out. “In third, we have Jaime Cox!” The audience give applause.

I made top two!

“In second place, we have... Flash and Bash! Which leaves us with (y/n) Stark as our Winter winner! Congratulations!” I receive the medal and pose for a picture. I made it.

I exit backstage, suddenly bombarded with hugs and many many kisses from Nat. Wanda squeals like a little girl and hugs me tight. Peter walks froward with a bouquet of flowers, grinning from ear to ear.

“You were amazing, truly amazing.” He hugs me and I laugh, “Only because all of you were there.” Then my dad walks up eyes puffy with a huge smile.

“You cried?” I put my hand over my heart.

“How could I not? It was so beautiful, and I’m so proud.” He pulls me into an embrace.

“Hey, uh (y/n)? I was wondering if you wanted to maybe to get pizza with me?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sure Id love that. I’ll meet you guys back at the base.” My dad nods, and everybody gives me one last hug before leaving. Peter and I walk out the doors of the auditorium when a familiar voice calls my name. Flash

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I underestimated you. You’re actually really good. Keep it up Stark,” he says. Giving me a small smile. I look over at Pete and shrug, the biggest grins on our faces.

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Can you do one where Stark has a teen daughter who comes of as shy and quiet and she was chosen to sing a song at a school competition? Flash and some other kids start snickering when she’s called up but then blows them all away singing Avril Lavigne’s head above water.. the team also attends and her performance moves Tony to tears and shuts flash and her usual bullies right up. 🤗

This is so cute!!!!!! Jumping right on it love!!!!!!

Also this song is amazing oh my goodness

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Runaways Part One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: knife fight scars, some cussing, (possible) IW spoilers, 

Request: Anon- heyy, i really love your writing and i was wondering if you can do a peter x stark!read imagine that they are like wanda and vision hiding on a beautiful city (just like in the movie) and something like the bedroom or the street scene of infinity war. i hope it's not so confusing.

A/N: I really actually fell in love with this request. It was so much fun to write. If you guys want, there can be multiple parts. I’m kinda feeling a series like this. (Basically to make up for this part being kinda trash) And I am so sorry that this took so long! the next requests I will have out within the next week or so. 

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Anywho, let me know if you want on a tag list!

(y/m/n) - your middle name

(r/h/c) - random hair color, hair color of your choice.

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We fall back, pulling the sheets around our bodies. 

“I love you, (Y/n),” He breathes, kissing the top of my head. 

“I love you too,” I mumble into his chest.

Slowly, I let the blissful sleep take me.

“Peter...” I mumble into the sheets. I reach for him, but I come up empty. My eyes open slightly, the dimly lit room greeting me. 

“I’m over here (Y/n),” He responds, his voice full of exhaustion. Slowly, I pull the sheets around my bare body and swing my legs over the side of the bed. A groan escapes my lips as I stretch out my limbs. I look over at him. His form leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he gazes out the window in a white t-shirt and sweats. With a sigh, I push myself off the bed, slowly shuffling into the bathroom.

With a flick of a switch, my reflection is illuminated. I sigh, barely even recognizing myself. Two years. Two years we’ve been running. I couldn’t stay at the base anymore. It was too much. Peter... Peter ran with me. But in order to hide, we had to change. Our aliases were the first thing. Peter going by Benjamin, and myself, using the name (y/m/n). Then came our looks. New hair, a darker brown for Peter, and an (r/h/c) for me. And new styles for both of us, changing periodically, of course. 

The fight was over. My father and Steve were off somewhere... nobody knew where. I didn’t know what would happen... siding with Steve. My dad was disappointed, of course, but he made it very clear that I can choose whatever I feel. So I did. I just didn’t realize it made us fugitives. 

Everybody split up after the battle, not really knowing what to do or where to go. Natasha ended up taking me, the teenager, back to the base before the soldiers could arrive. 

“Hey, Nat?” I ask from the passenger seat of some person’s car.

“Hmmm?”

“What do I do now? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in that... place...” I trail off. 

“You won’t.” She says simply.

“Wait. What?”

“The moment you sided with Steve, Tony and I worked out a plan for you to run away.” She says slowly, gauging my reactions. “Your father was never going to let them lock you up. So... we talked about it, and decided on Ireland.”

“I-Ireland?” I mumble, my eyes wide. 

“The outskirts of Dublin, to be exact. Tony set you up with a bank account so that you’d be well taken care of, and I set up your passport and ID along with the documents.” She explains as we pull into the ‘driveway’ that leads to the base.

“But... I can’t just leave... what about my Dad? Or Peter? What about them?” I mumble confusedly. Nat sighs, turning and giving me a sad smile. 

“It’s not forever, (Y/n). Only until everything calms down. Maybe two or three years.”

The whole situation has been hard on the both of us. We barely sleep anymore, nor do we eat as much as we should. I stare at my form, my eyes sunken in and cheekbones growing more visible.

Sick. I look sick.

I dismiss it, dropping the sheet before pulling my duffle bag onto the countertop. My hands dig through the contents, eventually retrieving a gray tank-top and some dark denim jeans. I slowly pull the material on, my muscles aching. I take one last look before I walk out, crossing the wooden floor. My arms snake around Peter’s waist as I rest my chin on his shoulder. I feel him sigh against me. 

“It’s raining,” I mumble. He hums in reply, turning around to face me. 

“It rains every morning, (y/n),” Peter’s eyes meet mine, and for the first time, I notice how exhausted he looks. His under eyes darkened, hair grown out. But it’s not just his looks. “and every morning you say that. Every morning.” his voice gravelly, accompanying a soft smile. 

He presses a kiss to my forehead before making his way to the bed. Peter pulls out a large duffle bag from underneath. He unzips it, retrieving a pair of jeans and a navy button down. Peter hesitates, placing the clothes beside him. 

“What do we have going on today?” He looks at me from the bed.

I fold my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall. 

“Well, I have a hair appointment in the afternoon. The dye’s growing out. And I suppose I ought to get some food for the week, and some other things. I’ll pick you up another box of dye since yours has grown out a bit as well,” I gesture to his fading dark chocolate hair. “What do you have?”

“I have to pick up parts to fix the micro camera in the door, so I’ll be working on that. But... there’s this place down the street from here that I've heard a lot of people talking about. So, I figured I could take you out... like-”

“Like old times.” I finish, a smile growing on my face. 

“We just need to make sure nobody tails us...” He sighs, standing up. Peter pulls his shirt over his head, revealing two jagged scars on his left shoulder. I shake my head at the cause. 

Peter had protected this woman from getting harassed by this guy in the alley next to our hotel. The guy followed Peter to our room, waiting for one of us to open the door. He got in when the two of us were leaving to grab groceries. The man grabbed me. As I fought him off, Peter tackled him. Suddenly, a burning sensation swept my abdomen. My hand flew to the site as I examined it. Peter yelped not much later. He delivered a final punch, knocking the man out. Blood started seeping through a rip in his sweater. He stood up, kicking the blade away. See, neither of us knew he had a knife. I looked down at my abdomen. The cut wasn’t deep, and could easily be stitched up without hospitalization. Peter had two slice wounds on his left shoulder, also easily stitched up. We ended up taking the knife and treating the wounds before calling security saying that a man had just tried to rob us rather than attack us. They took him away, getting a brief report from us and that was that.

“What’re we doing, Peter? We’re nineteen. This isn’t what nineteen-year-olds are supposed to be doing,” I start as he takes his sweats off, replacing them with his jeans. “We’re supposed to be getting ready for college, partying, enjoying life...” I chuckle.  Peter finishes buttoning his shirt, looking at me sadly.

“They were going to arrest you, put you in that horrible containment facility. You had no choice, (y/n).” Peter tries to reassure me as he pulls on his boots. 

“But you did.” I keep my arms crossed.

“What?” Peter’s voice goes higher.

“You had a choice. You didn’t have to follow me. You didn’t have to give up your dream,” I sigh. Peter wanted to go to MIT so badly. He had everything planned out.

“You are my dream, (y/n). You’re the one that always told me to follow my dreams, so I followed you.” 

By now he’s in front of me, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. 

“We shouldn’t be here,” I say softly, gazing into his tired eyes.

“But we are, and we’re here together. That’s all that matters,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to my forehead before walking across the room to the sofa. I retrieve my shoes from by the desk, plopping myself down on the edge of the mattress, slipping them on.

“Okay,” he starts, sliding on a black coat. “well I am going to go get the replacement parts and do my thing. I’ll meet you back here and then we’ll go to the restaurant... deal?” 

“Deal,” I reply, looking up at him.

“See you soon, (y/n).” Peter opens the door, walking into the hallway of the hotel.

I quickly stand and hold the door. “Hey Pete,” I call to the teen walking away from me. He pivots on one foot to look at me, hands in his pockets. “be careful, okay?” 

Peter flashes a classic grin. “I will... don’t worry.” 

And with that, I retreat back into the room. I pull a cream-colored sweater over my head, pairing it with a knit beanie. Grabbing my bag and room key, I walk out the door.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Once I’m in the elevator, I grab it. The screen illuminated and Peters name pops up.

Peter Parker - I love you beautiful

(Y/n) - I love you too.

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You’ve heard it before, now you’re hearing it again.... I’m BACKKKKK

You read the title. You know the drill. I’m in the mood to write. So send me stuff!!!!!!! (Preferably mcu)

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Peter: Are you kidding me?! Tony and Stephen are totally hooking up. All they do is smile. They’re just keeping it a secret, right??

Bruce: I don’t know. There is no evidence of intimacy. They’ve been in remarkably good moods. Could be other things...

Peter: Are you k i d d i n g me????

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Chris Evans Birthday Fundraiser 🐶❤️

https://support.lasthopek9.org/chrisevans

This year we want to celebrate Chris’ birthday by raising funds for a charity that supports something he loves: DOGS.

For 2018, our fundraiser is for Last Hope K9 Rescue (LHK9) based in Boston.

Last Hope K9 Rescue is a 100% volunteer run, foster based, all-breed rescue dedicated to saving abandoned, neglected, and/or abused dogs from high-kill shelters throughout the US.

This fundraiser is linked to LHK9 and donations go directly to the charity. This project runs until Chris’ birthday on June 13 ♥️

Thank you for donating 🐶♥️

https://support.lasthopek9.org/chrisevans

(Fundraiser side blog @mintmintfundraiser)

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Peter: We’ve lost dad in the crowd again

Stephen: Hold up I got this *puts hands near mouth* PETER PARKER IS DUM-

Tony: *shows up out of nowhere* THE FUCK YOU SAY

Stephen: Found him

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Wanda: You could’ve died!

Pietro: I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be.

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*Steve, obviously tired of Peter's shit*

Steve: Peter, you either buckle down and do your homework, or you'll end up at McDonald's.

Peter: We goin to McDonald's if I don't do my work??

Steve: Wha- NO THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

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“She’s not alone” was immediately and continues to be my favorite line. The way it sounded like it was said over your shoulder as though cool, collected Natasha literally has your back at that moment haunts me. I’ve always had lukewarm feelings for Natasha, but that line man. She became my big sister just like that.