#(me: keeps my stupid typo cause peter would)

[sensesdialed-aa]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored!

@apolafsi // text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] ——me tOO

[ 📲 • sms ] ——we should do smething

[ 📲 • sms ] ——so we’re both not bored

[ 📲 • sms ] ——idk what tho

[ciarahollands]

❥ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆! — p.p

summary: you try to culture peter with one of your favorite songs he’s never heard of before.

paring: peter parker x reader

warning: bad writing & typos

word count: 1k+

author’s note: this was supposed to be a blurb... let’s hope this imagine doesn’t flop as bad as my first one :)

you dramatically gasped as if it was the end of the world, to you it almost was. ❝i am appalled i can’t believe you have never listened to empire state of mind! i’m disappointed in you petey.❞ sure you were overreacting in peter’s eyes and most likely everyone else in the world but you didn’t care.

peter was honestly confused he’s never seen you more upset. ❝is it that big of a deal?❞

you nodded, ❝yes! yes it is peter. that song was a cultural reset and we live in new york!❞ you attempted to throw a pillow at his face. damn you hated his spidey sense sometimes.

peter was trying to win this silly argument between the two of you. ❝y/n/n. we live in queens...❞

your eyebrows furrowed, ❝WE LIVE IN THE STATE OF NEW YORK IT’S THE SAME DAMN THING!❞ you yelled as if you had won this childish argument but he had more to say.

peter knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation. he found it cute that you cared so much over a small thing but also found it confusing. sure he was a genius but definitely not one when it came to reading girls well in his case his girlfriend. ❝I’M SORRY I NEVER HEARD OF THAT SONG IS IT THAT BAD?!❞

❝yes, i can’t date someone who is an uncultured swine.❞ you pointed at your phone that laid next to peter charging on your bed.

peter furrowed his eyebrows, ❝wait? did you just quote toy story?❞

it took a second to register what peter had said to you because you forgot where you had hear that phrase from. ❝yes... in fact i did❞ peter noticed the hesitation in your voice and smiled. ❝ha! you didn’t know it was from toy story!❞

❝did too! that’s not even the point!❞ you argued. peter smirked he still didn’t believe you.

you rolled your eyes. ❝my phone! you need to listen to empire state of mind!❞ he immediately grabbed your phone and nicely handed it to you. you kissed his cheek and thanked him.

❝my love i’m about to culture you with an iconic and beautiful song know as empire state of mind. peter... if you don’t like this song my heart will be broken.❞ you only meant that last sentence partly. of course you would still date him you loved him too much. not to mention it would be stupid to break up over a song he didn’t like.

peter’s eyes widened as if saw a ghost and you just laughed. ❝i didn’t mean that peter don’t worry❞ quickly pecking his lips.

peter sighed in relief and you laughed once more because he thought you really meant the words that came out of your mouth. you opened spotify and opened your ❛nostalgic❜ playlist. you got up to turn off your lights and laid on your bed and motioned him to do the same.

peter laid next to you and looked up to see glowing stars spread across your ceiling like the ones he had when he was seven. he smiled and let out a small laugh. you faced him and pouted, ❝don’t make fun of my glowing stars! you’re just mad cause you don’t have yours anymore.❞

peter turned to you and smiled making you smile back. god he loved your smile. ❝what are we doing laying on your bed with your lights off?❞

you smirked and pressed play. ❝just listen...❞ peter just replied with a simple okay with a confused look on his face.

you rolled your eyes turning to look at the ceiling followed by peter doing the same. ❝petey just shut up and vibe with me.❞

when the song finished both of you turned your heads to face each other. you softly spoke keeping the moment calm and loving. ❝what did you think?❞

❝it was perfect.❞ peter whispered implying the song and the girl that laid beside him. you smiled while ruffling his messy curls. ❝really?❞

peter nodded, ❝yes really-❞ before peter could finish his sentence you crashed your lips to his with your other 2000s songs playing in the background.

making out with your boyfriend with music in the background you would think soft love songs would be more romantic but to you this is the most romantic and intimate moment you have ever shared. you hummed into peter’s lips slightly moving your leg over his hips to straddle him.

peter smiled, ❝hm? what?❞ he grabbed you by the hips so you could balance yourself on his waist.

you bent down hovering your lips over his with your noses lightly touching. ❝i’m trying to get comfortable you dork.❞ you cupped his face leaving chaste kisses all over his face then his lips. peter kept his hands on your waist leaning in to continue the kiss. your hands went to his hair gently massaging his soft curls.

peter abruptly stopped the kiss when you smiled and was starting to laugh loudly. ❝what’s wrong?!❞ you confused peter more and more tonight.

❝i love this fucking song!❞ you screamed scaring peter a bit. you cup his face once more pressing a small kiss on his lips. ❝awh did i scary you baby?❞

peter rolled his eyes, ❝just shut up and kiss me.❞ you smirked and nodded your head tickling peter’s face with your hair. ❝you’re so mean y/n!❞ peter pretended to sound offended which just made you laugh. he moved your hair out of his face and was trying to keep it out of his mouth. you smiled you didn’t know why you found peter trying to move your hair out of his face adorable. you grabbed your elastic from your wrist and put your hair up in a low pony tail. then placed you hands around his neck connecting your lips to peter’s.

peter stopped before you could deepen this kiss. you crossed your arms and pouted like a child. ❝peter! why did you stop?!❞

before you could interject peter replied. ❝now it’s time for me to culture you!❞

❝peter noooo!❞ you knew what he was going to say and whined. you heard him mumble something under his breath but couldn’t understand what he said.

peter frowned, ❝why not bubs?!❞ he knew she had nothing to say and sighed. ❝fine peter i’ll watch star wars... just because i love you.❞ peter grabbed your waist and pulled you in with a big smile on his face.

❝just not right now...❞ you whispered caressing his cheek with your thumb.

❝why not-❞ peter couldn’t even finish his sentence because you crashed your lips into his.

❝because of this.❞ you mumbled against his lips continuing to kiss peter.

[kainetestament]

WandaVision Theory

Good Day Everyone, my 1st post for the year 2021.

I was unable to post anything back then (because Tumblr is not letting me post images), and now I am posting for possible theories for WandaVision, and this is as of Episode 7. Please be reminded that this post contains spoilers, so if you don’t wanna read them, you have been warned and you can go back. Also,  I’m gonna skipped on some references as those has been tackled by others already (such has Malcolm in the Middle, Kick-ass, etc), I will focus only on Marvel related franchise, character behaviors and sentence phrasing interpretations.

For those who hasn’t seen it yet, we can simplify that WandaVision is a Online Drama / Sitcom style series by Disney and Marvel Studios that stars both Wanda Maximoff and the Vision. Wanda and the Vision are trapped in the world of sitcom and is being broadcasted to S.W.O.R.D temporary base. So far, Episode 1 takes back in 1950′s sitcom, episode 2 is 1960′s, Episode 3 is 1970′s, Episode 4 is current reality, Episode 5 is 1980′s and Episode 6 is 1990′s, and now its the current era (based on the console game the kids are playing which looks like a Wii).

But before we jump to that, lets talk about first the "WandaVision Plot Leaked" which was first published in 4chan and someone reposted it on reddit (I dont have the name so I'm sorry).  Of course when I first read it, I was also skeptical about it, but at the same time, lets give it the benifit of the doubt and lets see which one will come true and which one is not.

I just numbered and bolded them for easier read, and added ❀ for my side comments about the "plot leak". Also, I'll refer to X-Men Pietro as PETER (because that's how he's called in that world), and ATJ as Pietro.

1. Wanda is a SWORD agent after Endgame which you might already know includes Darcy, Jimmy Woo and Monica Rambeau.

❀ No conclusive information yet, though not impossible because we saw in Episode 5 Wanda stormed into S.W.O.R.D HQ, looking angry and took Vision's body. Hayward said in his comment that its a highly sensitive material and Vision's body location considered a top secret. It's impossible to get this information unless she has an access to it or at least someone she knows has.

2. Woo was recruited from FBI to SWORD to keep check on superpowered beings after Sokovia Accords lost influence.

❀Agent Woo is indeed working in partnership with S.W.O.R.D as of the moment, but he is still wearing his "FBI" vest, indicating he’s still with FBI and is just working alongside with SWORD because he was with Monica and witnessed her disappeared.

3. Wanda was sent to investigate as a SWORD agent..but she was also a part of the team to keep check on her.

4. Wanda as of now is placed in a real illusion. The sitcom world she sees is real with real people of the town – but one can't see so from the outside.

❀ This is true, this is the current event going on in the series.

5. Wanda came in contact with Mysterio who allowed her to gain Vision back and live a peaceful life – based on sitcoms she used to watch as a kid.

❀Mysterio, a lot of people commenting ill about him (for this post – and was thinking it could probably be a typo for Mephisto), but if we look at the timeline, Spiderman Far From Home is set 8months after the blip reversal, WandaVision however, is 3weeks to a month after the blip was reversed. In Episode 4, Hayward mentioned "It's been 3 weeks, and you're first to report" to Monica, and if we go back, the huge TV screens (just after the Marvel Intro) in SWORD's HQ lounge captions the news with "Globe Celebrations Continues" "The Blip Brings Back Loved Ones" indicating the blip just reversed.

6. Mephisto will stay close to the couple and keep watch over them (he is in the rabbit currently). His plan is to obtain Wanda's kids in the hopes they'll be powerful sorcerers he can control. He deems Wanda too dangerous to control in the long run.

❀Agness is INDEED keeping a rabbit and has been seen in Episode 2 and current Episode 7. But whether that is Mephisto or not is not yet conclusive.

7. Sword is trying to maintain contact with Wanda who is lost in her subconscious. Whenever she realizes it, she rejects it.

❀This happened in Episode 4 when Agent Woo and Darcy tried to contact Wanda from the outside the HEX using the radio.

8. The entire show isn't gonna be a sitcom as marketed. We'll see Wanda fighting Sword near the end until Woo manage to make her realize that she's lying to herself.

❀Still inconclusive if Agent Woo will really do that but she already confronted the SWORD in Episode 5, Hayward is indeed planning the attack.

9. The couple will face numerous villains in the final episodes – the ones who were manipulating them...!

10. Kathryn Hahn's Agnes is Agatha Harkness. She was a witch who was given away by her son (I'm not sure if her son will appear onscreen or not) and was burnt alive.

❀It is finally revealed in Episode 7 that Agness is indeed Agatha Harkness, but we will probably find out if she was sold off by his son in the next upcoming episode.

11. She too made a deal with Mephisto who allowed her to live. She befriended Wanda for her children but will become an actual friend to her.

12. However by the end she will be possessed by Nightmare who'd take advantage of Wanda's powers to break open the Multiversal seal – which will of course carry forward to DS2.

13. Dottie will be revealed to be Clea.

14. Grim Reaper will act as Ralph – Agatha's "husband" who Vision would go against in the climax.

15. Sword has a special device which was implanted on Wanda before she was sent. Essentially the events going on are being translated by her subconscious as a sitcom which can be seen by Sword agents (like Darcy) who are confused about what's happening with Wanda.

❀Still inconclusive but not impossible considering Darcy is the WandaVision sitcom.

16. Monica managed to enter Wanda's town while she was asleep in a helicopter. Sword will again try to break in. ❀Half wrong, half right - Monica sent a drone helicopter inside the HEX and Wanda first felt its presence as shown in Episode 2 (after the Marvel intro) when Wanda was still asleep (she heard noises), and in Episode 4, Monica came close to the HEX after her drone disappeared and got sucked inside of the HEX.

17. Monica would try to help Wanda realize the truth after getting her conscious back, but Wanda will get pissed off when she says her Vision isn't real and will throw her away from the town (to the outside world) using her powers.

❀Half wrong, half right - Monica is indeed making Wanda realize the truth and this occurred on Episode 7. In Episode 3, Wanda did sent Monica out of the HEX calling her an outsider when she commented that Pietro was killed by Ultron, not because Vision is dead.

18. Quicksilver will return! And I know it sounds stupid, but Evan Peters is playing him. Aaron will appear in a couple of episodes.

❀Indeed, Peter (Even Peters) of X-Men Universe showed up at the end of Episode 5 and is present the whole Episode 6, and Pietro (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) did appear in flashbacks (so far).

19. Wanda slowly starts remembering a few people of the outside world (including her brother). She is trying to figure out if she had a sibling herself, finding it weird why she wouldn't remember him.

❀Inconclusive - so far, it is projected that Wanda is in a state of denial. Though other than Vision, not a single one of the Avengers are mentioned here by her.

20. Meanwhile her subconscious starts to associate powers of the heroes she has known to random civilians of town.

21. She has twins Billy and Tommy who also have powers. One of them has superspeed and she remembers her brother (but not fully).

❀True - Wanda now have twins and Tommy is shown to have super speed, as shown in Episode 6 and Billy having telepathy, clairvoyance and telekinesis, similar to her mom’s power

22. There's one more. Vision will feel a bit weird none of the kids look like him. So they'd create a daughter based off Vision (Viv).

23. Quicksilver returns played by Aaron. However the presence of a real dead dude starts breaking the illusion. ❀Yet to happen but, makes one wonder how he'll get back to life.

24. Grim Reaper (Ralph) will be revealed and he befriends Quicksilver. He'll get him written out of the show and Quicksilver gets recast to Evan Peters.

25. The only one who finds it off is Viv. She is confused why Quicksilver doesn't look the former one. She tries to make others realize that. But they think she hates her uncle.

26. There will be a rerun of all the sitcom episodes. Wanda will break out from her illusion midway in the show to her actual living room in her subconscious.

❀I'm not sure of the rerun as its yet to happen, and I'm not sure if this break out of her illusion is the one that happened on current Episode 7 where Wanda fixed the couch and the TV.

27. Vision here is nothing but a puppet. At this point Wanda realizes the entire illusion but she gets heartbroken realizing her children weren't real.

❀It is already implied that Vision is indeed a puppet. Wanda realizing everything is an illusion is yet to happen.

28. She flips the channels to find her children again and decides to enter the sitcom-y world once again.

29. Darcy will end up there too and she will reveal Vision the entire truth (having watched all the sitcom episodes and analyzed what causes the changes).

❀Exactly as shown in Episode 7.

30. Wanda will be unwilling to leave her world even after her fight against the Sword stops.

31. Mephisto will take control of Quicksilver's body. Agatha will turn on him.

32. Wanda will try to send Quickie back to his universe in the end with Agatha's help but Nightmare will use it as an opportunity to seize control of Agatha.

33. The Nightmare part will only be revealed to the audience (not Wanda herself). Story carries over.

34. There are flashbacks of Wanda's life. A lot of which are seen by Darcy who tries to understand the extent of her trauma.

35. Yes Aaron will appear in flashbacks. Wanda will be shown a lot of these in the final episodes where she'd also find how the Mind Stone just unlocked her innate powers.

❀He did

36. Evan Peters will tell how in his universe Mutants are pretty common (just a tease).

❀ If this is true, then its only Peter will be the only mutant to appear in the series.

37. The ads in the show are all related to her trauma. There will be ads about Pietro's death, Lagos explosion and even a vacuum cleaner based on Thanos.

❀ The Ads - somehow true, related to her trauma. The first commercial with the oven possibly be a reference to Age of Ultron where commented Pietro and Wanda commented that when they were 10y.o, a bomb shell fell into their house but did not detonate, they were staring at it for 2 days because they were trapped and waiting for help while thinking every shift on bricks will set if off. Episode 2 has the Strucker watch referencing also to Age of Ultron where Strucker experimented on them using Loki’s scepter. Episode 3 is about escaping reality with the Hydra Soap (with the shape of the Tesseract), Episode 5 with Lagos Paper Towel representing her messed in Captain America Civil War when she tried to save Cap, Episode 6 with the animation of Yo-Magic with a Shark talking using a caption "If you're hungry, eat Yo-Magic", and lastly Episode 7 with Nexus medicine that promotes killing when you are depressed.

38. The couple in each of the ads is her parents who are acting as stand-ins for events based off her trauma.

❀Yes, that is the speculation.

39. Vision will help Wanda accept the reality and move on. He gives her his farewell and fights Grim Reaper, hoping to destroy the dome after sacrificing his life.

40. Wanda saves Vision in a scene which mirrors Age of Ultron. He will return back to real world along with their children, Agatha, Quickie and rest of the town/Sword.

41. Wanda is happy Vision is alive and sings a song to him, but it turns out he is effectively rebooted after the fight. Unable to bring his memories back, Sword leaves with Vision.

42. Her children are also hidden by Nightmare-Agatha. Wanda gets torn and tries to move on, unaware to her Nightmare is opening up the Multiverse for unknown reasons.

I will end this first here as the post is getting longer, and will continue with the part 2 and will discuss it further.

[lurafita]

SIM Tony / Peter, part three

Read part one here

Read part two here

Tumblr is fucking with me right now. I’m not getting notifications from some of my posts. I hope this won’t happen with this one as well.

This chapter is a little different. It will likely seem a little confusing and kind of all over the place. I assure you, this is not because I wrote it while being drunk. :-)

The chapter is supposed be reflect on Peter mental and emotional state after rejecting Tony, and right now, Peter isn’t in a good place. There is a lot of self-loathing, as well as self-destructive behaviour.

As always, this wasn’t beta read, I’m not a nativ english speaker, and there might be mistakes or typos in this. Please point any you may find out to me, so I can correct them.

SIM!Tony/Peter

Part 3

24 muggings, 18 instances of battery, 11 cases of domestic violence, 7 attempted rapes, 5 house fires, 3 attempted kidnappings.

It had been a busy 6 days for Spiderman.

6 days since Peter had fled from the man he loved. The man who returned those feelings. The man who wanted to spend his life with him.

And Peter had run.

Like a coward.

6 days of almost non-stop heroism. 6 days of being Spiderman. 6 days of being someone who caught the bad guys, who protected the defenseless, who saved people!

It was such a fucking farce.

6 days of trying desperately to not be Peter Parker. Because Peter Parker was a fucking mess. Because Peter Parker couldn't deal with his fucking feelings and his fucking paranoia and his fucking life. Because Peter Parker was so scared that he was gonna lose someone else he loved, that he kept running away from them.

Just as he had done with Tony.

Aunt May had been easier.

He had moved into student housing together with Harry (before his then best friend had become a mutated, homicidal maniac), when he had started college. Slowly reducing their time together during his time as a student. First cutting down on the weekends he would visit her, then encouraging to go for that job she wanted (which included better working conditions and pay, but was based in California.)

Helping her move, promising to call often (which he did) and visit as much as he could (which he didn't).

He missed her every day, but at least she was safe. Safe from being collateral damage in Peter Parker's fucked up life.

Like Gwen, and MJ, and Harry, and Eddie.

Like Dr. Conners and Dr. Octaviuos and Captain Stacey.

Like uncle Ben.

And Peter should have fucking learned from all of this. He should have known to keep away from people. Keep his distance. Keep them safe.

But no.

No.

Because Peter was a selfish little prick and he just had to make friends, right?

Turning away from the people in his civilian life, had led him to forge deeper connections with the people in his hero life.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Spiderman and the Avengers had worked together a lot over the years. As had Spiderman and the Defenders.

And Peter just had to let himself grow attached, hadn't he?

Just had to insert himself into the two groups more an more. Talk them into team outings and movie nights and shared patrols.

Take off his mask and entrust them with his secret identity.

Endanger them.

And then take things even further and fall in love!

Selfish fucking moron!

But Tony was... he was just... everything.

Funny and smart and handsome and brave and sarcastic and kind.

Narcissistic and confident and charming and sexy.

But also shy, unsure and insecure.

Tony had his vices, and his flaws. Just like everyone else did. But Peter had fallen for the man anyway. He had fallen fast, hard, and completely in love with Anthony Edward Stark, Iron Man.

And for some crazy, ludicrous, abnormal reason, Tony returned those feelings.

Tony Stark, the man who could have anyone, wanted Peter Parker.

Selfish, cowardly, broken Peter Parker.

And how had Peter reacted to that?

By pretty much throwing Tony's love on the floor and trampling all over it on his way out the door.

Running away.

Coward!

6 days since he had last spoken to the genius. 6 days since he had even seen the man. 6 days of hiding behind his mask and swinging around in his suit and obsessively looking for anyone who might need his help.

As if it could balance out all the lives he had destroyed. As if it could erase the pain he had caused Tony.

6 days of running away from life as Peter Parker.

He had barely slept and hardly eaten anything. (He only took care to keep himself well hydrated. Though most of what he drank was some form of liquid caffeine, to keep himself awake)

Hadn't bothered to take care of the various injuries he had acquired.

The other heroes he came across were getting worried.

First Matt after Peter had been out as Spiderman for a full 18 hours, and just yesterday Steve. They had taken him aside, told him to go home. Rest up and take a break.

They shouldn't bother.

He deserved this.

The exhaustion and the hunger and the pain.

He deserved it all for being a fucking, useless mess who always ended up hurting the people he loved.

His knuckles were stinging and bloody as he drove his fist into the brick wall once more. His healing factor stretched thin after almost a week without proper rest and nourishment.

Good. This is your punishment. You deserve this.

He had no time for self-pity (he didn't deserve any, anyway)

It had been all over the news. A sudden power failure at the raft. Security systems crashing. Suspected cyber attack.

Two of the prisoners had escaped. Conners and Octavious. The Lizard and Doc Ock.

And as if that wasn't enough, Peter had overheard Steve on the phone with the director of Shield (after the good Captain had unsuccessfully tried to convince Spidey to take a break).

Venom was gone from the containment unit.

Three of his worst enemies were on the loose.

He had doubled his efforts since he had heard of it. No quick pit stops in his apartment. No short rests on the rooftops. Peter hadn't slept at all in the last 64 hours.

He still hadn't found them. No one had found them.

Eddie Brock was under 24 hour observation to make sure the symbiote couldn't attach itself to it's preferred host. (Another life that Peter had destroyed. Due to his bond with Venom, Eddie had been reduced to little more than the likes of a junkie. In a constant state of withdrawal, driven mad by his need for reunion with the alien. He would probably have to live out the rest of his life in the mental institution he currently resided in)

All your fault!

The Avengers and the Defenders likewise had been spotted all over New York, trying to find and recapture the escaped villains before they could cause any damage. They constantly tried to flag Spidey down, get him somewhere safe, or at least make him stay close to them. Everyone know that Conners, Octavious and Venom would be out for Peter's blood.

(The only one Peter hadn't seen since the news broke out was Iron Man, and he didn't know what to think about that)

Maybe he doesn't care about you anymore. Good! He shouldn't! They are your villains and therefore your problem! The other heroes shouldn't have to clean up your mess!

6 days since he had last been at work.

He was probably fired. He didn't care. He could hardly think straight.

He was exhausted and starving and in pain.

You deserve this.

Three of his most dangerous enemies were somewhere in the city, planning who knows what, and every hero in New York had to waste their time and energy looking for them.

All your fault! Always such a burden on everyone.

Tony probably hated him.

He should! He deserves so much better than you!

He was on his last two cartridges of webfluid, having depleted his whole supply swinging through the city, looking for any trace of the Lizard and Ock. He should go back. Make more webfluid. He would need it in the fight against the two villains. (Three, if Venom got a hold of Eddie.)

Peter needed to be prepared for this. But he couldn't stop now. He had to find and apprehend them, before they could hurt anyone! He couldn't stop, couldn't take a break.

You don't deserve a break.

He had to keep going.

He was so exhausted.

He still hadn't found them.

Everything hurt.

Where could they be?

Tony hated him.

You deserve this.

You deserve this.

You deserve this!

Danger!!!

His spidey-sense screamed and he veered left in his swing at the very last second, narrowly avoiding his former best friend on his deadly glider.

How could Peter have forgotten about Harry, The Green Goblin?

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[honeyedquiet]

clueless

a small psa: im really bad at titles. 

anyways, this is an imagine i wrote for my friend when she was sad so i figured i’d post it here as well. that being said, it has a name and not y/n because it was for her but feel free to read it however you’d like!

word count: 3.5k

warnings: not much, maybe a curse word here or there? possibly bad plot line, and a few typos

clueless- james potter

When James usually expressed how clueless he was, it was not entirely true. In transfiguration, when Professor McGonnagall went over a bout of hard-to-follow information and he said he had no idea what was happening, he usually had a slight idea, but just didn’t know if the idea was necessarily correct. When Filch, the greasy Hogwarts caretaker who always seemed to be on his and his friends’ asses, asked him who set off dungbombs near the Slytherin common room entrance and James told him of his innocence and cluelessness, he was far from being truthful. When Snivellous angrily asked James earlier that week where he had hidden all of his underwear, James confessed profusely that he did not know where his underwear went-- for the record, he didn’t; he merely stole the underwear while Sirius hid them. But, when he said he didn’t know how to handle the certain predicament that he was in currently, he truly meant it. 

When James first realized he was in love with his best friend, Sirius’, sister, Diana, he tried to simply ignore the feelings. It was easy to do at first; she was a year below them and Sirius wasn’t necessarily keen on spending all of his free time with his younger sister when all of his friends were performing pranks, sneaking out of school, and torturing that poor, greasy Snivellous. James, at first, feared that this method of bottling and stuffing his emotions deep, deep down into the pit of his stomach would not work, but it seemed luck was on James’ side for once in his life. Diana obtained the opportunity to travel abroad, to Beaubaxtions, which was in France-- which was far, far away from James-- and prayed to the Gods that all hope of keeping his friendship intact with Sirius was not lost. Of course he was saddened and upset by the news-- he even cried about it when he heard, although he would never admit it to anyone no matter how many times Remus brought up him crying alone in the boys bathroom one night in attempts to talk about it-- but he knew it would most likely be for the best. Sirius never took kindly to those who fancied Diana; he was rather protective and would threaten the people that Diana showed romantic interest in-- without her knowledge, that is. So, he knew that Sirius would most definitely not take kindly to his best mate taking up a fancy for his younger sister. 

The time that Diana spent away allowed a period of time for James to attempt to “heal”. He tried to forget just how much Diana’s smile light up even the darkest of rooms, how her laugh was so contagious he didn’t believe it was possible for anyone to remain frowning if she was laughing, how her voice was commanding and soft at the same time, how her eyes lit up when she was talking about something she was passionate in, how gorgeous she looked that one day where he, Remus, Sirius, and Peter went down to a lake near Sirius’ house and Diana tagged along-- she was wearing a gorgeous blue bathing suit that complemented her glowing skin perfectly-- In other words, he just tried to forget her. He knew it would be best for him, being as Sirius wouldn’t have a reason to kill him, and for their friendship, since friends technically don’t attempt to kill other friends. 

He tried, he so desperately tried to look for someone else to pour his fancies into and occupy his late night thoughts, but he couldn’t find anyone that matched Diana. 

Although he was having trouble finding a “replacement” for Diana, his technique of bottling and storing his emotions had worked fairly well; they only came out in longing thoughts as he lay awake in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the dormitory ceiling. 

All of his progress, if you could call it that, vanished the moment she came back. It was the summer leading into his and Sirius’ seventh year, Diana’s six and she was coming back, finally, from France to return to Hogwarts. 

Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter all were on the blank spot of grass in the Potter residence’s gardens, their brooms scattered about the neatly trimmed, flowering bushes. James was laying on his back beneath an old oak tree, his black hair plastered slightly to his forehead with sweat, a slightly frustrated look on his face, his chest moving up and down with remnants of heavy breathing beneath a black tee shirt, and, in his hand, resided a golden snitch that wriggled to get free of it’s captor’s palm. Sirius was hovering a few feet above the ground, his broom beneath him, with a quaffle in his arms and a stupid smirk on his lips. Like James, he was also breathing heavily. Remus was above James in the oak tree, serenely lounging along a sturdy enough branch. A book was in his hands and his eyes moved rather quickly across the pages and his eyebrows were furrowed in slight curiosity and confusion. Peter leaned his back against the tree, his plump red face adorned with sweat and an eager smile. He looked between Sirius, Remus, and James excitedly, awaiting Remus’ verdict on what caused Sirius’ confident smirk and James’ frustrated composure. 

Remus sighed and closed the quidditch rule book, shaking his head before speaking. “Sorry mate,” Remus started, a light hint of his own smirk as he regarded the confident Sirius. “James was completely in bounds. There’s nothing in the rule book that says he can’t distract you.” He finished. 

Sirius huffed in his usual “this is stupid, everyone here knows i’m right.” way as he descended to the ground beside James. “Don’t think that because you beat me you’re a better player than me,” Sirius pouted, of course just playing-- everyone knew James was the best player out of all of them and had beaten them all multiple times in two versus two to prove it. “I think you just pulled a blinder,” He huffed. 

James rolled his eyes, a smirk just breaking through his feigned frustrated composure before he shook his head. “Not a blinder, just skill-- Which none of you, but my good ol’ chum Remus here, seem to have.” He gloated, letting the snitch free and fly a few feet in front of him before he sat up, caught it, and laid back down against the grass. 

“Oi! I’ll have you bloody know that your mum was saying different last night when-” Sirius was cut off by the door opening to the garden and his life flashed before his eyes; he didn’t dare to turn around, fearing Mrs. Potter had heard him. 

However, it was not Mrs. Potter. The appearance of Mrs. Potter in the doorway wouldn’t have made James’ heart stop mid-beat with his mouth slightly agape. The appearance of Mrs. Potter in the doorway would not have made his hands clammy and resting knees weak as his mind began to race. And Mrs. Potter most certainly wouldn’t have caused such destruction on the glass jar that resided deep within him that housed the longing, perhaps dangerous, thoughts of Sirius’ sister. The appearance of Diana, however, most certainly would. 

And it did. 

It was like everything and nothing changed about her at the same time. She was still the same girl he knew since the end of first year and the same girl that he had seen off with Sirius on a train to France exactly a year ago-- but she was still different. The way she carried herself was more confident and airy, however even in the split second he saw her, he could recognize her ability to knock into anything within a mile radius. She seemed more refined and collected. Elegant and angelic. Ethereal. Thoughts raced his mind, going a mile a second as he tried to contain the cracking jar within his mind. 

He felt like he was on auto-pilot mode as he greeted her, an appropriately wide smile on his lips, however he knew he jumped up too quickly and hugged her just a little too tightly. He asked her questions a little too excitedly, looked at her a little too long. 

That night, he debated on writing his will. 

He had it bad; he knew he did. Remus now knew he did as well, being as he forced it out of him just a day after Diana arrived and with every day longer that she was with them, the more the jar broke. He tried his best to play it cool around her, to simply act how a brother’s best friend should act. He tried, he truly did. He also truly felt guilty when he failed. 

The more days that passed, the harder it got for James to act in a way that wouldn’t tip Sirius off to even a hint of James fancying Diana. Part of him hoped to be as far away from Daina as possible, so he would not make a stupid mistake of getting caught admiring her, while another part of him wished to be alone with Diana: to kiss her plump lips, to hold her cheeks in his hand, to moved his skilled fingers across the buttons of her shirt while he held her against-- 

“James! Did you not hear anything that I just said?” Sirius grumbled as he stood from the couch they were currently sitting on. 

“Sorry, not really. I think I’m getting a bit of a headache.” 

Remus made a face and James sent him a harsh glare. He didn’t need Remus fucking this up. 

“I said that I’m going to go to Diagon Ally with Remus and leave you with the she-devil until we come back with her new stupid jersey,” Sirius huffed and Diana laughed from her spot on the couch. 

Just hours prior, Sirius and Remus lost a game of Wizards Chess to Diana and were then obligated to get her new quidditch jerseys as a winning prize. 

“Make sure she doesn’t tear up the place so mum isn’t mad at me. We all know how dogs can get,” Sirius’ laughter was broken by Diana getting up with an exclamation of distaste at Sirius calling her a dog. 

James wished he would have taken a portrait of how scared Sirius looked at his sister before pulling Remus into the fire pit and using the floo powder to escape her wrath. 

Now, the thoughtless side of James had gotten it’s wish. He and Diana were alone, only separated by a coffee table between them. 

Over the next few hours, things were going fine. He had busted out some of his Firewhiskey to “add a little fun into the mix,” but it was mostly to calm his nerves. He didn’t know what he was to do. Should he ignore her or go to his room? Or should he do exactly what the thoughtless, careless side of him wanted him to do and indulge in his fantasies that he stayed up many nights forming. 

The firewhiskey seemed to make that decision on its own once they both had a few drinks. They weren’t drunk or impaired, so to say, merely tipsy and very, very close now. James just realized how close they were exactly. 

Diana was rambling about something to do with Beauxbatons, he didn’t exactly know what being as all of his focus was split into two things: her lips, and resisting the urge to place his lips on hers. Something else caught his focus and the three way split was too much for his jaded brain to handle so he lost grip on his control. As a consequence, his hands came up and cupped her cheeks, placing his lips on hers. 

He had felt extremely guilty about kissing Diana that night, although not because she didn’t like it, he knew she liked it very much, but because he betrayed Sirius. Though the guilt subsided more and more with each time that found a spot to indulge in each other. They took a chance of any privacy they could get: midnight rendezvous, sweet early morning kisses, “quidditch lessons”, anything being as Sirius staying with James now left little moments of privacy to them where they had not feared of the tall, black-haired boy that they both adored to dearly walking in on them. 

Now, being at Hogwarts, things regarding moments alone with Diana were easier and more difficult at the same time. It was easier to sneak away from Sirius under the guise of extra lessons, hanging out with another friend, extra studying, but yet it was harder because he also had to make sure he had the Marauder's map with him. They were officially dating now, and had been for a few months, but had chosen to keep it secret until they could find the right time to notify Sirius that his best friend was now dating his sister. 

The predicament in question was brought along by a rush of passion, and carelessness. Diana had been teasing James all day relentlessly, sending him notes of what exactly she would like for him to do to her in the midst of class, mumbling in his ear in Potions as he tried to follow the directions that were scrawled on the board, putting her hand on his thigh during lunch, sitting on his lap in the deserted library during their shared break. All of this led to James ending the day with a large and very uncomfortable hard-on, which seemed to impair his judgement. He had rushed off after quidditch practice to go find the very girl that caused his problem, but had failed to check if he had the map. 

James was able to sneak Diana into the common room and to the boys dormitory, being as girls can enter the boys yet not vice versa, and was pushing her against the wall in an instant. Lips, teeth, and tongues were all gnashing together passionately and needingly as he fumbled his way to the bed, Diana locked in his arms. He was on top of her the moment she hit the soft padding of the mattress, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shirt while hers were doing the same to his shirt. It was not long until they both were naked except for Diana’s panties and James’ boxers. James kissed down Daina’s body, admiring it and savoring it with each kiss before he reached the hem of her underwear. Without a second thought, his hand moved beneath it and tugged it down her legs, throwing it to the side of the bed before kissing up the insides of her thighs, nearing the crux where he knew she wanted him to be so desperately. His fingers worked small circles against her clit as he nipped teasingly against the soft skin of her thighs. His mouth slowly drew nearer to her slit and he slowly- 

The door opened quickly and James almost threw himself back, nearly tumbling off the bed, and scrambled to grab hold of the blanket to cover Diana up. He straightened his glasses that had fallen in the scramble to see who was in front of him and his heart dropped. 

Sirius. An angry, heaving Sirius, mind you. 

This is exactly the predicament in question that he had no idea how to handle. ‘How do you explain to your best mate that you’re in love with his sister after he found you buried between her legs? Well, i’ll definitely find out tonight,’ he thought. 

Sirius was angry, his eyes not looking at Diana as she didn’t dare to move from James’ bed, but they were rather fixed on James. Sirius drew nearer to James and he expected the punch before Sirius even drew back his fist. Just because he expected it, however, does not mean that it didn’t necessarily hurt which damn, it did. James stumbled back, holding his jaw, although he didn’t fight back. He knew he deserved it. He only fought back when Sirius took his wand out and James disarmed him, knowing that the last thing either of them wanted was McGonagall coming up, seeing them hurling spells at each other, James half naked, while Diana Black, a Hufflepuff, lay in James’ bed, completely naked. It would be too many detentions than what it was worth. 

It took awhile for Sirius to calm down enough to stop squirming against the body-binding spell that Remus had to put on him. By this time, Diana was dressed and sitting on the edge of James’ bed, her fingers fumbling together anxiously as James rambled off apologies. Remus released Sirius from the spell but kept his wand away from him and a hand on his shoulder. 

“What the bloody hell, James! You’re my best mate! You shouldn’t be shagging my sister,” Sirius yelled and James felt the same pit of guilt in his stomach as he had that first night him and Diana kissed. 

“Look mate, i’m sorry, I am but-” 

“There’s a but to this? You think I'm going to let you keep shagging my sister?” Sirius yelled in disgust. 

“No! Well-” 

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, Potter. Seriously, my sister!” Sirius outraged. 

“It’s not nerve, I’m trying to explain-” 

“I’m not asking you to explain, i’m asking you to stop shagging my sister and-” 

“I’m not Shagging your sister, it’s-” 

“What do you call being-” Sirius almost couldn’t get the words out over a gag, “literally buried between my sister’s legs?” 

“I’m not saying that I wasn’t shagging her but-” 

“So you were shagging her, this is ridiculous, i-” 

This time, it wasn’t James retorting to continue the bickering, it was Diana finally speaking. 

“For the love of Merlin, just stop! Sirius, I love you, but you can’t act like I'm yours to keep safe and take charge of. James and I weren’t just shagging,” She started and James felt nauseous. Diana took a gulp, looking at her brother’s angry face. “We aren’t just fucking. We’re dating.” She finished and the room fell silent. Even Remus was shocked. 

“You two are dating?” Sirius asked, now completely breathless by the news. 

James so greatly wanted to turn away and say no, to turn back the last hour or so and just take care of his boner himself instead of greedily and carelessly meeting with Diana unplanned. “Yes,” James finally spoke and he thought Sirius was going to pass out at once. We have been for a few months. We just didn’t want to tell you because,” He motioned to his now bruising cheek, “ We knew that you wouldn’t necessarily take it the best.” He reasoned, trying to rid his voice of anything that would cause Sirius to throw a fit again. “I’m sorry you walked in on us, it was careless on my part. But I promise I’m not just fucking her. I wouldn’t disrespect you nor her like that,” He said truthfully and Sirius, although still red in the face, was now listening. “It’s not just a short fling either,” James looked from Sirius to Diana and back to Sirius. He gulped slightly, knowing that the only way that he could make Sirius truly believe that he wasn’t just using his sister was to tell him something that he hadn’t even told Diana yet, although he knew it before the relationship. 

“I love her.” He finally said and he saw Sirius deflate for a moment before sitting back up. He stayed quiet for a while and so did everyone else in the room. “You love my sister.” Sirius finally said, as if confirming it and James nodded, his eyes trained on Sirius. He didn’t want to see whether Diana was disgusted or accepting of his feelings. “I do, I really do. You know I won’t hurt her,” Those seemed to be the right words to say, being as Sirius gave a soft nod. 

“Alright,” Sirius mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess I can’t do anything about it, either then right?” He asked, as if he was hoping for one of them to say that there was a phrase he could say to undo the feelings that they both clearly had for each other. 

“No, nothing,” Diana spoke up and James finally looked at her. Relief welled in his chest when he saw the bright grin on Diana’s face, telling him that she returned his feelings. 

It was a long while and after an equally long talk that Sirius finally stood, not fully accepting of the relationship but he wasn’t mad at either of them. They had talked things through, mended the slight crack in the resilient friendship between James and Sirius, and repaired the slight crack in the wall left from Sirius pushing James into it before James finally walked Diana out of the common room and back in front of the Hufflepuff entrance. 

He was about to bid her an exhausted goodnight before he was caught off guard by Diana’s kiss to his lips.  

“I love you too,” 

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A better life (Chapter 3, Avengers x reader)

Chapter 3 is here! Please like if you enjoy this. Chapters 1 and 2 are on my blog if you haven’t read them yet. Also, if you enjoy this, please comment and/or reblog, it’s always appreciated and it’s honestly great when someone tells me if I made a mistake while writing, like maybe I repeated a thing several times in a sentence, maybe there’s a typo (although I usually take care of that within an hour of publishing a chapter/fanfic), maybe I just fucked a thing up, idk. Also, feedback, likes, and reblogs is how you’re gonna get the next chapter because it’s actually really nice to see that others are appreciating my content, and so far I’ve spent about 9 hours on the fanfic (I have chapter 8 started, I’m not even kind of done though), and while I am enjoying doing this, it’s always nice if people tell me how things I write make them feel.

Also, Clint is deaf. He signs 99.9% of the time and it’s easier to him, here at least. Please, please tell me if I fucked a thing up or if I wrote a thing and you have experienced the thing and know that’s not how the thing works.

Enjoy! Just to remind you, chapter 4 will be posted on July 30th, so there’s that! I’m not abandoning this fanfic until it’s done, as well. Edit: chapter 9 is out

Tw: bruises, shoulder grabbing, verbal abuse (words like pathetic, bitch, dumb), threat of physical abuse, implied (?) queerphobia, swearing

The man turned around to face you, Tony, and Peter. His hair was brown, and he honestly kind of looked like a sad puppy. When he came closer, you saw he also had hearing aids. You smiled.

When he began talking, you noticed that he pronounced his words very well. “Hey, guys. What’s up? I’m Clint Barton, by the way. Coffee enthusiast. Decent archer. You?” The two first sentences were the only ones not aimed at you specifically.

“This is Y/N. They’re my friend”, signed Peter.

Clint smiled at you. “Nice. So what are you all doing here?” He began signing too.

“Oh, they’re interested in archery. I thought I could introduce them to you, if you want to do this. I’m pretty sure that you two just knowing each other wouldn’t be bad, though”, Tony noticed.

Clint nodded and then looked at you. “Hold up, I get to teach you? I mean, I have done this before with my kids, so I guess I could. Sure. Yeah, let’s do this. You don’t have a bow or arrows, do you?”

You shook your head.

“Alright then, we have a few bows and a ton of arrows. Do you know anything about any of those, do you need some help choosing?”

“I’ve read about it, and I think a recurve bow would be great, and either fibreglass or aluminum arrows would do well with it. I just want to be able to handle the bow with either arm in either position”, you signed, unsure. You’d been learning sign language for a while now, but you never actually got to use it until now. At least with sign language, you couldn’t really stutter, but you did hesitate a lot.

“That’s actually a great choice, Y/N. You. I like you. Let’s go. Peter, Tony, unless you’ll be training with us, I’d suggest you get the shit out of here if you don’t want to get shot by an arrow.” You couldn’t tell if Clint was joking or not, but the two guys laughed and left the room, Tony holding the door open for Peter just as he did for you.

“Hey, uh, a thing. I just, I really admire you. You’re really awesome, and people don’t appreciate you as much as they should”, you signed to Clint, struggling to make eye contact. After Tony and Peter left, neither of you was actually speaking out loud.

“Aw, thank you. That means a lot to me”, he replied happily.

Clint led you to the bows and showed you which bow matched what you wanted, and he then showed you the arrows.

“So, would you like a demonstration and an explanation of how to handle a bow and an arrow, or do you want me to explain it and that’s it?”

“A demonstration would be great, if that’s okay.. thank you.”

Clint smiled and began. Every once in a while, he stopped to be able to show you how you should be positioned. “So, first, get you bow and your arrow. You’re gonna want to hold the bow itself with your non dominant hand, and you’ll be pulling the bowstring back with your dominant hand. Usually, anyway. You can practice vice versa as well, though it would take more time and effort at the beginning.”

“So first off, hold the bow with your non dominant hand, bowstring closer to your body, and your arm has to be over the bow, like that. You’re doing it! Then, you take your arrow and you nock it between the rubbery things on the string, and the front has to be on the arrow rest in front of the bow, while the bow is in this horizontal position. Precisely!”

“You have to hold the arrow with your bow holding hand so it doesn’t fall out while you do it. So then, you turn the bow back to its usual position and place one and two fingers on the rubbery things to pull the bowstring back. You’re gonna want to squeeze your fingers together to squeeze the arrow and keep it in place. Then you have to release the arrow from your bow holding hand, because your dominant hand is holding it on the string. You don’t want to hurt yourself when you shoot the arrow, right?”

“Aim, and release. Feel the arrow. Take your time.” And then he released his arrow, getting yet another bullseye. “Got it? If no, I can explain again, don’t worry about it, right? Oh, and don’t expect to be an expert immediately. It’ll take time.”

He sounded so sincere and kind. You nodded. “I think I got it. Thank you.”

You did exactly what he showed and you shot your first arrow. As you expected, you failed miserably, but you knew it wasn’t going to come fast. You just hoped Clint wouldn’t tease you about not getting it right.

“Hey, you’re doing great, kid. You haven’t shot anyone’s head off. Go ahead, get the arrow, and shoot it again. You can do it, but it’ll take practice.” He gently patted your shoulder and your body immediately froze solid. He must’ve noticed, because he immediately took his hand back.

You signed an apology and restarted the exercise. You hadn’t even noticed how two hours passed by, and it was already 5:16. You were having so much fun shooting arrows that you’d almost forgotten that you’d have to go back again. Tomorrow was Saturday. You were hoping you could get out and stay at Stark Tower the entire day, but it probably wouldn’t happen. Your aim was getting a bit better though, and Clint was quite happy about it and kept encouraging you, which helped a lot.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I might return tomorrow, I’m not really sure, but if I don’t, I’ll be back Monday. Thank you so much. This was great. I don’t know how to repay you for teaching me, I -“

“Y/N, just repay me by coming back. You owe me nothing though. There’s a lot of other things some of my old friends and I could teach you. Fighting styles. You seem like you could be good at that, if you want to do that, that is, alright?” 

You nodded again and gathered your things, painfully noticing that a bruise was starting to form where your mother had grabbed your arm a few days ago. You put your other arm over it to cover it and headed out. You left the building and calmly began walking back to the apartment, revising everything you’d learnt today. You were fully intending to continue practicing archery, and you kind of wanted to see what Clint meant by “fighting”. You were willing to learn though. And for some reason, you trusted Clint, Peter, and Tony. You’d been spending a lot of time with them, and you loved it.

When you got back, you checked your watch: 5:53. Nice. This time should be okay. You quietly opened the entrance door, closing it and sliding past the other rooms like a ghost. Silently, you closed your room door. Once again, after a few minutes, you went back to your music, trying to ignore the fighting that had broken out in the living room, and the general screeching sound of your mother’s voice. You saw your empty mug on your table and decided to go make tea for the hell of it. You had to show your mother you were back or she would create an entire situation in her mind again and you’d be at fault for everything, as usual.

As soon as you appeared in the kitchen, the yelling was lowered to angry whispers, accusations, threats. How dare you this, how dare you that, how could you, you’re horrible, etc. Earphones still on your head, you turned up the volume a bit to block the noise out. It worked. You couldn’t hear anything but your loud music.

Suddenly, someone was grabbing your shoulder tightly and you could hear screaming over your music. You paused your music and took your headphones off, heart beating like crazy, your breathing barely normal, as your mother screamed at you about how you’re a disappointment, how you deserve to die, how you’re disgusting and worthless, saying “did I fail to raise you properly, what did I do wrong, did I raise you wrong”. You were terrified. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please explain”, you managed to get the courage to say. 

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WRONG, YOU PATHETIC DUMB BITCH!”

You shut your eyes, suddenly getting a sharp headache. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I don’t, please -“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP. IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD FROM YOU, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN FOR WEEKS.”

You went silent, regretting your existence for a few minutes. Your mother dragged you over to your room, and pointed at something that had the word “queer” on it. *Oh shit*, you thought. *Shit, I am so fucking stupid. Crap.* This was certainly not ideal. Your mother, and all your relatives were, to put it lightly, queerphobic as fuck. This was bad. *There’s no way I can get out of this one.*

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! BRINGING THIS DISGUSTING BULLSHIT INTO OUR HOUSE.”

Your hands were shaking and you were barely breathing. Finally, she decided to let go off your shoulder and storm out of your room, loudly shutting the door behind her and causing you to flinch hard.

You quietly walked up to your door, shaking, and sat down next to the entrance to make sure she wouldn’t walk in on you crying, because that would make things even worse for you. After a while, you hid the object she had pointed out, and went to sleep. You fell asleep crying again, after thinking those days were over.

A few hours later, you woke up, covered in cold sweat, breathing hard, tears streaming down your cheeks again. You were exhausted and didn’t even move. You ignored reality for a few more hours until you fell back into a troubled sleep.

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Hundred Percent - Steve X Reader

I really want to do a Q&A so send in as many questions as you want both about me and about my writing!

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Summary: You have inhuman strength and haven’t really gotten around to show the team the limits of your power. That is until you meet Steve in an arm wrestle challenge.

Warnings: None.

Words: 1 042

A/N: This is just a stupid drabble in lack of other things to post tbh. There are also a bunch of typos in this I’m sure cause it’s 1 AM and I didn’t read through this :)

She watched Steve heave his entire body up and raise his chin over the bar. Natasha rolled her eyes, muttering “show off” quietly before continuing to punch the padded shields covering Y/N’s both hands before her.

“You know, you should train with someone, not with yourself. That’s the whole point of these little sessions of ours.” Tony called out from across the training room where the entire team was, apart from Thor, who conveniently had needed to return to Asgard two weeks prior when Tony first introduced his new idea.

It was all Tony’s happening that twice a week the team trained at he same time to try and do some exercises with one another. Y/N approved. It was more fun than being alone and allowed for more and new ways to train. Steve did not approve however. He felt like he couldn’t use his full capacity and then he didn’t see much use in training. Thor was one of the few that could take Cap’s punches along with Bucky, but as Thor was gone and Bucky couldn’t always train with Steve, the super soldier turned to his own corner of the gym.

Y/N kept saying she could take his punches and kicks, but Steve wasn’t so sure. He had seen her toss a car but still wouldn’t believe she was durable enough to merely train with him.

“You copy?” Tony called out again as Steve didn’t answer, taking a break from teaching Peter close combat as far as his personal skills would allow.

Steve abruptly let go of the iron bar and landed on his feet with a thud, turning his head towards Tony and approaching with a few steps, clearly annoyed. “Why don’t you stick to your training and I’ll stick to mine, okay?”

“Take it easy, Steve.” Natasha laughed slightly. “You were all onboard with this until Thor ditched us and Bucky grew tired of your same old, close-up, combat.”

“I’ve volunteered a dozen times.” Y/N spoke up and watched Steve groan hopelessly. She was tired of it. If he didn’t want to train with her because personal reasons, that would be one thing, but he didn’t want to do it because he thought she wasn’t strong enough, and that she would not accept. “You know I can take you, right?”

Steve raised a brow. “What?”

“All of you have barely seen half my strength, and I don’t complain about not being able to let loose during these training sessions.” She removed the padded gloves and threw them on the floor, crossing her arms.

“Wait, we haven’t seen your best?” Peter questioned, intimidated. “When you’ve gone at a hundred percent? Full strength?”

She hadn’t thought much about it. She had shown that she was strong enough for the Avengers on more than one occasion. If that meant she had only shown a fraction of her capability or if she had shown it all didn’t matter to her.

“No.” She smirked at Steve who had always looked down on her abilities compared to his own. “And I know for a fact that I would easily win over Mr. Patriot here.”

“In what? A test of pure strength?” Bucky questioned, walking away from Clint that he had been training with and approaching the center of the room where everyone were gathered.

“That too, but I had something more like arm wrestling in mind.” She looked straight into Steve’s eyes and could see the hint of a smile on his face. He loved a challenge and he couldn’t deny it even if he tried. “You up for it?”

He tilted his head, considering the offer. “What the hell… I’ll never pass on the chance to put you in your place.” He turned around and hauled the chest high plinth to the middle of the gym, placing himself on one side.

“Okay, who’s betting?” Tony exclaimed as Y/N got into position. “A hundred grand and a Ferrari on Y/N.”

“I- I have three bucks and a van, but I really need the van... And the three bucks...” Scott stuttered nervously as he would never be able to match Tony’s bet.

“Ignore him.” Clint sighed to Scott before looking back at Y/N and Steve who placed their elbows on the padded surface at the top and grabbed hold of each other’s hands.

She never broke eye contact with Steve and neither did he with her. They both smirked like they both knew they were going to win, but only one of them were right.

“You ready?” Natasha prepared to count down. As the both participants nodded, she began. “3… 2… 1…. Go!”

A loud thud echoed in the hall and an equally loud crack came from the plinth which had splintered by the wheels as it had been pressed down to the floor. Y/N removed her hand from Steve’s and Steve had to wriggle his loose from the padded material at the top which his hand had sunken through and then dented the wood underneath it.

“Holy crap.” Tony admitted, his face blank and lips parted. “Cap, you didn’t even try.”

“I did.” Steve defended, a puzzled look on his face as he had barely realized what had happened himself. His hand hurt a bit however, which was clear proof that he had lost.

“I told you.” Y/N kept her smile up as she backed away from the ruined plinth that was no longer able to roll on its wheels.

“You’ve just casually kept your strength a secret to us?” Tony questioned, crossing his arms dramatically. “That’s against our rules, you know?”

She pulled her head back. “What rules?”

“The rule about… Keeping secrets…” Tony made up on the spot and she rolled her eyes, turning back to Steve who was clutching his aching hand.

“Are you okay?” She asked, suddenly feeling bad as she realized she might have actually hurt Steve.

He huffed, smiling wide enough to show some teeth. “I’m good. Honestly, I’m just surprised… Sometimes you need someone to remind you of your limits.”

“So I qualify as your training buddy now?” She wondered, looking at Steve from the side with a hopeful look on her face.

He pouted but nodded. “That you do, my friend… That you do.”