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somethingeden · 1 year ago

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Book help - Series + Characters and Love Tropes

[Firstly, here is post for the fandoms]

Hello, I am a writer on Wattpad and I am trying to think of a story. I do get writer's block so I have old books but I am to lazy to rewrite them. Okay so I have a few ideas but may you use about a minute to vote or even give me suggestions, it would be appreciated! I could also do a cross over.

Series and the characters that I am considering of doing is (I am also okay with character x character and oc x oc:

Narnia (Edmund Pevensie/Peter Pevensie/Caspian X/Lucy Pevensie/Susan Pevensie/Aslan/Eustace Scrubb)

MCU (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Hope Lang/Scott Lang/Same Wilson/Natasha Romanoff/Pietro Maximoff/Tony Stark/Thor/Loki/Stephen Strange/Wade Wilson/Peter Quill)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini/Pansy Parkinson/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Lestrange/Ginny Weasley/Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley/Cedric Diggory/Tom Riddle/Mattheo Riddle)

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Albus Potter/James Potter II/Rose Granger-Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ted Lupin)

Marauders (James Potter/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Black/Marlene Mckinnon/Mary Mcdonald/Dorcas Meadows)

Doctor Who (9th Doctor/Jack Harkness/10th Doctor/Donna Noble/11th Doctor/Amy Pond/Clara Oswin Oswald/12th Doctor/13th Doctor/Yasmin Khan/Ryan Sinclair/14th Doctor/Donna Noble/Rose Noble)

Heartstopper (Ben Hope/Harry Greene/Imogen Heaney/David Nelson)

Grease (Danny Zuko/Sandy Olsson/Kenickie Murdock/Leo Balmudo)

Disney (Ariel/Maleficent/Briar Rose/Ursula/Prince Eric)

Greek Mythology (Medusa/Hades/Poseidon/Apollo/Ares/Hermes/Demeter)

The Mortal Instruments [I haven't read all the books] (Jace Wayland-Herondale.../Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Isabelle Lightwood/Magnus Bane/Jonathan Morgenstern/Maia Roberts/Jordan Kyle)

Percy Jackson [I sadly don't have the books but I am going to base it off the tv series that'll come out next month] (Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase/Grover Underwood/Luke Castellan/Ares/Poseidon/Hades/Clarisse La Rue/Medusa/Hermes/Hephaestus)

Enola Holmes 1 and 2 (Enola Holmes/Tewksbury/Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes)

Jurassic Park (Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Jurassic World (Own Grady/Zach Mitchell/Maisie Lockwood/Gray Mitchell/Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Little Women (Theodore Laurence)

Lord of the Rings (Frodo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf/Aragorn/Eomer/Faramir)

The Hobbit (Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield/Kili Oakenshield/Fili Oakenshield/Thranduil Greenleaf/Bard/Legolas Greenleaf)

Uncharted (Nathan Drake/Victor Sullivan/Chloe Frazer)

Supernatural (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Jack Kline/Claire Novak)

Mamma Mia 1 and 2 (Sam Carmichael/Harry Bright/Bill Anderson/Sky)

Love tropes:

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Secret Identity/Billionaire/Royal

Best friend's Brother/Sister

Second Chance

Soulmates

Fake Relationships to Lovers

Wedding – Runaway Bride/Runaway Groom/Jilted/Arranged Marriage

Strangers to Lovers

Amnesia/Mistaken Identity

Holiday Romance/Flings (Can lead to a baby)

Already Together

Hero x Villain

Sworn off Relationships

Opposites Attract

Secret Baby

Two Person Love Triangle (Mistaken Identity)

Reunited

Fairy Tale Retelling

Bet

Blind Date

and more...

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thepinkwriterr · 5 years ago

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Bucky: I've had enough of your blonde dramatic ass

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snarkystarkybby · 5 years ago

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: sweet like honey : Peter Parker x oc. /two/

Hi,

sorry about the long wait but heres chapter 2. please please please send me some feedback or requests or anything.

hope you enjoy xo.

The night went perfectly, and every time Honey found herself slipping into a daydream about the annoyingly perfect specimen that was peter parker, a giant neon sign screaming ‘HES GOT A GIRLFRIEND’ lit up nice and clear- effectively ruining her daydreams and annoying her to no end.

As annoying that his perfect lips and soft freckles were, she found herself completely entranced by his silky-smooth voice telling the anecdotes from his European trip. It sounded almost too amazing and so Honey attempted to distract herself with the cheesy pasta and toasted bread in front of her.

It was a stupid plan because her sudden crush on her Aunt and Uncles’ favourite apprentice? Intern? (she wasn’t sure what he actually was, but it was currently irrelevant) was sending nervous signals throughout her whole body like lighting and she wasn’t sure if at any given second she would either collapse or combust. consuming anything that wasn't small sips of water seemed sickening.

Thankfully, she made it through dinner without embarrassing herself and she couldn’t have been more thankful when Morgan asked if they could have dessert. Honey leapt from her seat and rushed towards the kitchen, Morgan hot on her heels and chattering about something the older girl couldn’t quite focus on.

Honey knew exactly what was happening from the moment she stood up. Her heart was racing, her hands were both freezing cold and clammy and no matter how hard she tried her lungs seemed to repel all intake of oxygen. Her body slid down the counter and crouched on the floor and when she felt the gaze of her younger cousin she managed to gasp out,

“I’m fine morg- please don’t tell your mom” the girl nodded almost too calmly and pushed a cup of water towards Honey.

“Honey- Honey it’s okay this happens to dad sometimes just focus on something happy” for a seven-year-old Morgan was incredibly clever and understanding. Something about that hurt Honey- kids shouldn’t see this stuff.

It felt like a lifetime but in reality, it only took a few minutes for Honey’s heart to return to normal and oxygen to return to her lungs. She felt a rush of dizziness as she stood up, but she shook it off- this had happened before, she would get over it. Morgan sent her a sad smile as Honey neglected to mention the situation and just prepared the cupcakes onto a plate; which Morgan then happily carried out.

Pepper interrupted the conversation between the three as the girls walked back towards the table- cupcakes at the ready.

“is everything okay- what took so long” Honey’s panicked face gave it away buy no one seemed to comment on her lie,

“we had to trial our treats before we served it- it’s the rules of baking” Morgan seemed to realise what her cousin was doing and just nodded and smiled, helping to settle the tale. The little brunette girl handed everyone a cupcake before digging into one herself.

Honey wanted to eat it but the still ever so present nerves and overwhelming knowledge of her recent anxiety attack caused her stomach to turn and she decided that nausea and cupcake probably weren’t the best combination.

Food was finished and it was time for Morgan to go to sleep, she insisted that Peter took her to bed and he just smiled and whisked her away towards the elevator. Which was how Honey found herself sitting next to Tony on the sofa being at the receiving end of his worried glances.

“what really happened in the kitchen?” She couldn’t find it within herself so lie so instead she just looked away and shook her head,

‘it was nothing- it happens all the time” her stomach flipped as she spoke. She never spoke- to anyone, not about this at least.

“Okay if you’re sure. if you need to talk to someone, I know I’m not the most serious person but I can be- or Pep, just as long as you’re okay” He sounded so sincere but something within her said he was lying so she felt herself closing up even more. Something within her mind screamed retreat and so she did.

“I’m really sorry Morgan had to see that it won’t happen again, thank you for dinner but I don’t feel well I’m going to head up to bed” she stood up and walked out ignoring Tony’s cries for her to stop, politely thanking her aunt for dinner and getting into the elevator.

As she pressed the button and waited for her floor, she felt the tears welling up- she hated this, why did she have to cry like a baby at the drop of a hat. Somewhere between her self-pitying and destructive thoughts, the elevator doors opened. Standing on the other side was Peter dreamboat Parker staring directly towards her reddened cheeks and streaky mascara.

Her voice croaked slightly as she coughed before pushing back the hair which had fallen in front of her face,

“I’m so sorry I’m not feeling well-, but it was really nice to meet you”

He seemed frozen and confused which only fuelled her anxiety.

Perfect, now he’s going to remember her as Pepper’s emotionally unstable weirdo niece.

There goes any chance she ever had with him. Honey rushed through the halls to her room- dramatically tossing herself onto the too-soft-silky-sheets-from-heaven and attempted to relax and forget about the night.

At the same time, Peter made his way back downstairs to the living room to see Pepper walking away -to her office he presumes- and Tony on the sofa, the look of confusion on his face told Tony all he needed to know. So, he figured to save Honey from any embarrassment and because it wasn’t his place to explain he told Peter she was having issues with a boy from her hometown which Peter accepted and didn’t mention again.

Tony couldn’t help but notice the slight falter in Peter’s demeanour, disappointment? Anger? Sadness? when he mentioned Honey and another boy in the same sentence so partially for his own curiosity and mostly because he actually cared he asked Peter about MJ, who Tony realised had conveniently been left out of any stories about his travels.

“talking about love lives how is Wednesday” Tony tried to keep it light-hearted, but the second MJ was mentioned Peter looked like he would breakdown and cry, instead he let out a sarcastic laugh and huffed,

“I thought it was perfect- I thought we were perfect” Peter slumped back into the sofa and ran his fingers across the back of his neck,

“in the last week of the trip she seemed off and I got so worried I didn’t know what wrong-” Tony was hadn’t meant to interrupt peter, but his mouth moved quicker than his brain,

“oh god you didn’t knock her up did you” Peters's eyes widen, and he shook his head as if to say no, tony sighed.

“thank god I thought I was going to be a grandparent” he let out a worried laugh but still peter seemed uneasy.

“We got home early this morning and went straight to her apartment ‘cause her parents are out of town, and she just sat me down and said it had to be over” Tony’s stomach sunk- MJ and Peter had been together since their school trip to Europe before sophomore year and now almost three years later a trip to Europe together was their downfall. It had to be some sort of sick joke.

“she said that we should end on a high note because why waste a summer” peter wiped hot tears from his cheeks as she spoke,

“she’s moving away for college and I’m staying here, and it wouldn’t work- she said she needed to experience life by herself, no ties” Tony had his hand running soothingly up and down peters back as she spoke through sobs and shallow breaths,

“three years and all she could say was that I was tying her down” Peter accepted Tony’s firm hug and retreated into his arms trying to calm himself down but after suppressing his emotions he had to let it out.

“you know what Pete, I know it hurts but I doubt it was an easy decision on her behalf- you have to accept her choice” “I-i just don’t want to replace her, ill never find someone else like her” “you don’t have to replace her- you just have to find someone who you love in a million different ways. she was your first love Pete; you’ll never forget her but someday you will find the girl who makes it hard to remember anyone but her”

“is Pepper your girl?” Tony just nodded and smiled. Pepper was his girl and he wanted nothing more than for Peter to find his. The poor spider-kid deserved it after all.

Peter ended up staying the night after he and Tony binged watched Star Wars in an effort to lighten the mood- it worked for the most part.

And when he woke up on the sofa, cold toes and yawning to be met with the gorgeous caramel eyes and blonde messy bun he realised that maybe Tony was right. So, he sat there secretly watching Honey attempted to cook pancakes? Crepes? (he wasn’t sure) with Morgan who sat on the kitchen counter laughing at the older girls’ failed attempts to flip the food, he took note of her, how she smiled at every word Morgan would say or how her golden hair would be constantly pushed away from her face.

He hated the guilty feeling deep in his stomach he felt from just observing her- he had only just been dumped and was literally sobbing about it last night shouldn’t he feel sad at least. Tony had mentioned Honey having a boyfriend so he shouldn’t get too caught up on her for one it was creepy, and he was a mess -she didn’t need his damage.

“Hey Peter, you like pancakes?” her melodic voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he followed the sound,

“yeah sounds great”

#masterlist #marvel imagines #avengers x teen!reader #pepper potts #avengers imagine s #avengers imagines #peter parke rimagine #peter parker #tony stark #sweet like honey #honey miller #morgan stark #morgan stark x oc

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peteschurro · 7 years ago

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Peter: I made a marshmallow Mr. Stark. See? His arms are crossed because he’s mad at all the other marshmallows for annoying him. Do you like it?

Tony, choked up: It’s okay.

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thekingthatwrites · 3 years ago

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Request Rules

Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.

Scroll to my master list to know who and what I will write for!

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Do know that sometimes I do get tired of writing, so if I just stop writing then I will get back to doing so as soon as I can, please be patient with me.

I will get to requests as soon as I can.

I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.

If you have a specific request then please make sure to give me the details I need to write what you want me to.

This is all for fun, as I want people to enjoy my writing, so if you’re unhappy with something I write then Im sorry.

You can also request me to try and write a character from media that I have listed and I will try my best.

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WILL DO ✅

I will do x reader, as said before.

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Hurt/Comfort

I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.

I will also do character ships just ask!

You can also ask for more than one character

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Smut

Yandere

Incest

Podophilic ships

x Oc

Nor Abuse

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Fandoms I write for:

Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

Marvel

The Adventure Zone: Balance

God of War: Ragnarok

Hermitcraft/Life Series

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Characters I write as:

Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

Genshin Impact Aether (Main) Venti (Main) Noelle Childe Zhongli Xiao Kaeya Diluc Thoma Beidou Xinyan Scaramouche

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

FNAF SB

Sunnydrop Moondrop Glamrock Freddy

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada) Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House

Hunter (Main) Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius The Collector

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

God of War Ragnarok

Kratos Atreus Sindri Tyr Thor Baldur Fryer

Hermitcraft Impulse Skizz Grian Scar Tango (?) Bdubs Etho (I Can TRY some others)

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iliumheightnights · 2 years ago

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Costume Crisis | Peter Parker x Daniel Stark (OC)

Fandom: Marvel/MCU Pairings: Daniel Stark (OC) x Peter Parker Summary: A story/write for @lovethedanielhd Halloween 2022 Event. Daniel Stark gets an invitation to Dean’s Halloween party at the old amusement park. Of course he goes with Peter as his plus one figuring it to be a fun night out. And it was…until Loki decided to play some tricks.

TW: Arachnophobia. (Not graphic, just there’s a giant spider.)

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“Wait…so this is where they’re having it?”

Peter looked at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park. The entire place had been abandoned and left to rust and decay a long time ago by the looks of it. He then looked to his boyfriend who held the invitation in his hands. “Yup, this is the place.” Daniel looked up from the invitation to the entrance. “Gotta say…this is both terrifying and pretty cool all at the same time. Well come along.” He wrapped his arm with Peter’s and walked them into the park.

The two boys walk in the abandoned park for a while until they reach the central hub…or at least what was used for the central hub. The part of the park had been decorated with candles, lights, and spooky decorations. Music was playing from a radio and people dressed in costumes were dancing and talking all around them.

“Oh! Daniel! Peter!” The two stopped and turned towards the voice that called out to them. They spotted a person dressed as a vampire waving at them. “Dean! I didn’t recognize you at first. You look great!” Daniel said, smiling and looking over his friend's costume. Dean smiled and did a little circle to show off his costume. “Thanks. So do you two!”

Daniel chuckled and shrugged. “Oh it’s just a little something I conjured up for myself. I’m my Elf Druid from my Dungeons and Dragons campaign.” He also did a little circle to show off his costume. Sure he used magic to conjure it, but it was still cool. “And Peter you look…” Dean began to say but had to hold in a little smile.

“Adorable? Isn’t he just cute?” Daniel said leaning into Peter who was blushing from all the attention. The boy was dressed as…a spider. Of course he was. But it was a really cute and absolutely adorable homemade costume that May had made the moment she heard about the party. “Thanks love. May just really wanted to be involved.”

“That was sweet of her. I think it looks great, and reminds me of the costumes my mom made me.” A new voice said entering the conversation. Steve. The supersoldier was dressed as a werewolf. He handed Dean a cup and gave a quick kiss. “Hi Daniel, Peter, good to see you two again.”

“Thanks Steve. Nice Costume, are you being a good boy?” Daniel said, his Stark side coming out. Steve of course laughed at that and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re Tony’s son alright.” Dean took Steve’s hand. “It looks like there’s a few more guests we have to greet. We’ll talk to you soon.” Daniel and Peter nodded and watched them take off.

Soon both boys were grabbing snacks from one of the tables and chatting with some of the guests. “So what have you been up to?” Damian, Dean’s friends and roommate asked Daniel. The boy shrugged. “Oh you know…not much. Stop a supervillain now and then. Plus running an Empire is a lot of work. Luckily I have a good team of friends and advisors to help me. What about you?” Damian stared at the Stark boy and nodded. “I got a promotion at work.” Daniel smiled and patted his shoulders. “Oh Congratulations!”

After a bit of mingling and socializing, Daniel and Peter found themselves sitting on a bench looking at the rest of the party. “It’s a nice party.” Peter said, taking his boyfriend’s hand. Daniel smiled and squeezed his hand in response. “It is. I’ve just never been a party person. At least not with people I don’t really know. I’m glad you’re here.” Peter hummed with a gentle smile before leaning in and pressed a kiss to the Stark Boy’s lips.

Sadly, the two of them didn’t get to spend much more time like that. “Wait. Something’s wrong.” Peter said. He felt his spidey senses going off. Just as quickly as they started, they were interrupted by a maniacal laugh and people screaming and pointing. Daniel followed the people’s gaze to see a man standing above the main haunted house. Of course it wasn’t just any man.

It was Loki, ready to spoil the evening. “Why…don’t you all look amazing! Now what’s the line…’trick or treat’? I prefer tricks!” With that Loki began shooting a spell out of his staff. Each blast hits a person. Daniel watched as a person dressed as a cow turned into…well a cow. Then a person dressed as a scarecrow became an actual scarecrow.

Loki was turning everyone into their costumes!

“We have to stop him!” Daniel said. Peter agreed and as they stood up from the bench, they prepared themselves to fight the Asgardian. However the crowd of party goers went into a panic and in the chaos the boyfriends had been separated. Eventually Daniel was free again, that’s when he saw Peter laying on the ground. Loki took that opportunity and fired his spell at him. “PETER!” Daniel screamed rushing to his boyfriend.

By the time he reached him Peter was already changing. A bright light encased Peter before disappearing. In his place, was a giant spider. “SCRREEE!” The creature let out. It looked around before seeing Daniel. “Peter?” Daniel tried to reach him but in response the creature reared it’s fangs and charged at him

Daniel jumped out of the way just in time. “Peter! It’s me! It’s Daniel!” He tried to reason with Peter, but the boy was nowhere to be found in the eyes of the spider. Just a monster ready to pounce. Daniel quickly stood up and rushed away. The spider of course took chase. Daniel found himself running through the abandoned back alleys of the park buildings until he found a door. He reached the handle and tried to open it…only to find it locked. “Of course it’s locked!” He let out a groan hearing the sound of the spider. He turned to find the spider crawling along the wall quickly getting closer and closer. He looked around to see anything to help and that’s when he found a jar on the ground. He had an idea.

The spider kept getting closer and closer. As it did, Daniel picked up the jar. Once it was in striking distance, the creature leapt off the wall and at Daniel. The witch smirked as lifted his hand and let his magic loose. Once he did, the spider began to shrink down, dwindling smaller and smaller. Soon it landed in the jar a tiny size to which Daniel quickly put the lid on it with breathing holes. With a sad smile he held the jar up to look at the creature. “Sorry Peter. Don’t worry I’ll get you back to normal. For now just sit back and relax.” He used some magic to attach the jar to his belt and also unlocked the door to the building.

From above the haunted house Loki watched the chaos unfold. He had successfully changed everyone at the party into their costumes. It was hilarious seeing some of them and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Some of them will be useful for taking over this world. Oh look, wasn’t that the dear Captain?” He looked at the blonde werewolf that crept around the street sniffing the air. “Well that covers one pain in my side.” He smirked.Perhaps this would be easy?

Back down in the park, Daniel hid in one of the abandoned stalls. He had a good vantage point to see Loki. “What are you up to?” He whispered. He quickly ducked when he noticed Steve getting close. He hid behind the counter as Steve jumped onto it. The werewolf sniffed around and the boy had to think fast. With a wave of his finger a dog squeaky toy was conjured up and tossed away. The toy let out a squeak gaining Steve’s attention. “AWOOOO!” The werewolf let out a howl before chasing the toy. “Again, a good boy.” With Steve distracted, Daniel moved.

Loki gripped his staff a bit tighter and let his magic flow through him. “Soon you all shall serve me and do my bidding.” The trickster stated. He prepared the brainwashing spell but as he spoke the first bits of words, he was shot by an energy blast from behind. “Sorry to interrupt, but I don’t appreciate party crashers.” Daniel said, his hands filled with glowing orbs of magic.

Loki groaned and stood up. “You dare-” Once more another energy blast hit him. Loki was angered by now and started firing back. His own staff shooting spells and energy blasts back toward Daniel who blocked and weaved defending himself. The trickster and Witch fought one another on top of the haunted house. Their spells collide and illuminate the sky in beautiful and profound lights and colors.

After an intense battle Daniel gained the upper hand and was able to knock the staff out of Loki’s hand. The trickster was left on the ground exhausted and defeated. “You might have one today, but I’ll be back and I’ll-” His train of thought was cut off as he was surrounded by light. When it disappeared he was left a frog on the ground. Daniel held Loki’s staff in his hand and looked unimpressed at the frog. “Well you better hop to it then.”

Daniel then walked to the edge of the haunted house’s roof. He looked over the park at all the chaos. The people had been reduced to their costumes, monsters, animals, objects and more. It was a hot mess. He took in a deep breath before holding Loki’s staff close to him and summoned all his magic into it. He thought about breaking the spell. Lifting the staff to the sky, a bright dome of magic shot out and engulfed the park. He watched as everyone returned to their normal forms.

“OOF!” He heard a familiar voice say from behind him. He turned around and smiled seeing Peter rub his head. Peter smiled sheepishly at him. “So…um…sorry for chasing you.” Daniel laughed and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “It’s alright. I was able to wash the spider out anyway.” Peter groaned at his boyfriend’s joke but smiled nonetheless.

“Here you go Thor. Make sure he doesn’t cause trouble again.” Daniel said, handing the frog that was Loki to the God of Thunder. Thor let out a hardy laugh and took the frog. “Of course. I shall return him to Asgard. I’m sure Father will punish him accordingly. Though I feel like your humiliation for him has put him in his place for now.” Thor then summoned the bifrost and was off.

Dean watched Thor leave before walking up to Daniel and Peter. “Hey, thanks you guys for saving the day.” Steve then walked up and held Dean’s shoulder before smiling at them. “We mean it. I’m glad to no longer be covered in fur.” Steve laughed. “It also seems like most people don’t remember what happened or at least think it’s some weird dream.”

Dean smiled. “Are you guys planning on staying for the costume contest?” Daniel and Peter laughed at that. “Oh, no thanks. I feel like I’ve just dealt with the entire costume store. Honestly I think it’s time for us to return to our universe.” With that Daniel opened a portal behind them. “Thanks for the invite, next time let’s NOT have a loki crisis…or any crisis.” He said pulling Peter into the portal with him. “Deal.” Dean said with a laugh.

Once they were back in the tower in Daniel’s universe they sat on the couch. “That…was enough socializing for me.” Daniel said cuddling up with Peter. “Yeah, I think so too.” The other boys said. As they laid there Tony walked in. “Hey boys. Why don’t you guys go out? You should party or something.” The sound the two boys made had Tony shake his head. “Boys.”

#daniel stark #oc daniel stark #daniel stark x peter parker #halloween event #thedanielhd #DeanHalloweenFestival2022

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sebstanseabass · 3 years ago

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 1

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Story Description:

❝It's like an afterglow.❞

❝Yes, like an afterglow. If seeing something so beautiful makes you feel good then the after of it all must be... more pleasurable.❞

❝A lot of people tend to miss that detail after sunset. But not you. You're a photographer, y/n. The details in nature, in people, are some things you can never miss.❞

But there's one little detail you had missed, that you both missed: that you've already met years earlier.

You're a 25-year old photographer and part-time bartender, and has heard countless stories about the adventures of your roommate's stepbrother, Bucky Barnes -- a clumsy, party-driven 38-year old businessman. One day, you stumble upon Bucky inside your apartment on a Saturday night that would change both of your lives forever as you both take pleasure in the afterglow.

A/N: I already have this on Wattpad but with a female OC. This is my first ever Bucky Barnes fan fic and I hope you guys like it :)

CHAPTER ONE

"Hey, y/n. I think Nick wants to ask you out on a date." Peter Parker, your roommate, brought his beer bottle towards his mouth. His eyes were fixated somewhere while you were wiping droplets of beer on the countertop. You looked at his face features illuminated by the light from his laptop. "You should really put coasters here, y'know." he added.

"Shut it, Parker," You rolled your eyes at him, "or no more free drinks for you."

"He's into you." He sang and averted his eyes somewhere. You followed his gaze which was on Nick Miller who was talking to some loud blondes on the booth, taking their orders.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." You put your hand up, blocking Peter's face and walked away. You greeted some customers approaching the bar counter. "Good evening, gentlemen, what would you like to drink?"

"Shots of tequila," one replied, "and keep 'em coming, doll!" The other three cheered which you knew annoyed Peter.

The bar was packed tonight. Saturdays were the only days New Yorkers were almost free for a chill drink hangout. College boys hang by the billiards table on the corner, office girls sip their margaritas on one of the booths, thirty-year old women shoot darts on the dartboard as if the board were their husbands, thirty-year old dads with their caps on drinking hard beer on one of the tables, kids who just turned twenty-one ordering their first drink legally, lonely people by the jukebox or on the bar counter telling their sad tales to the bartender and Peter Parker casually drinking beer with a laptop in front of him.

"You really should stop doing your work here on the bar." You approached Peter once more. "You're bumming people out."

Peter raised an eyebrow, his eyes glued on the laptop. "You're bumming me out."

"Seriously, do your business work elsewhere. Go to a coffee place or something. Starbucks isn't that far."

"You know I work better with beer"

"How can I forget?"

You and Peter go way back. You two had met in business school and had been roommates ever since. While you would pull an all-nighter in your shared apartment, Peter would struggle to open the front door, dance around in the living room like he had left feet and threw his final papers on the floor. He'd end up waking up your other roommates, Mickey and Pablo (who would usually join him by the way), leaving poor you cleaning up their mess the next morning. You'd put Peter to bed, seeing as the other morons were incapable of doing so. The next day, Peter's bed would reek of the pungent smell of beer and cigarettes. Though he didn't smoke ("and I never will!"), cigarette smoke disgustingly clung to his clothes and skin, which you found rather unpleasant. Even with all the alcohol in his system, Peter managed to pass all his exams and graduate with flying colors. You hated that.

"I don't get why you drink so much during exam week." You sighed, handing Peter a glass of water. He wasn't an alcoholic but he did turn into one right before midterms and finals start. It was somehow seasonal. According to Peter, it helped him focus. "You're not supposed to drink before a big exam, y'know."

"Hemingway drinks. He writes better when he drinks."

"You're a business major. Not a writer. You don't even read literature."

"Look at you now cleaning other people's messes." Peter chuckled, closing his laptop. You sighed and wiped the counter with much vigor. The four gentlemen from earlier left a pretty big mess toasting shots before they went towards the billiards table.

"Please, this is not the kind of bar you used to go to." You responded, making a gin and tonic. "This is a smoke-free, grope-free, friendly bar. No dancing, no loud stereo music -- just your regular bar where you can relax with your friends after a long day at work."

Peter turned around and tilted his head towards the jukebox. "There's someone dancing right now beside the jukebox."

"Not that kind of dancing." A 20-something year old man was breakdancing to some old beat you've never even heard of.

"Y'know it's really ironic you're working at a bar now. Oh, how you used to hate them."

"It's the only job I can do." You shrugged. "Besides photography, of course. And again, this is not that kind of bar. Think of it like a MacLaren's Pub from that tv show. Kind of funny how it's also just below our apartment building. If only we lived in this building in college, I would've enjoyed bars more."

You once went to one party at a crowded bar where Peter had surprisingly invited you. Writhing bodies pressed up against each other. Body shots from strangers. Toilets that reeked of beer vomit and pee. An "accidental" kiss between you and Peter in the bar that lead into a steamy makeout session as soon as you got in the apartment you both shared. Up to this day, neither of you spoke of that night and perhaps that day wouldn't come -- You really hoped it didn't. Wouldn't want to open a can of worms from the past.

"You're a boring old hag." Peter snorted.

"Hmm, I'd like to disagree. I can make drinks and you can't."

"Oh, you know who can make drinks, though? My stepbrother!"

Ah, yes. His stepbrother. The infamous Bucky Barnes. Born in the upper east side of New York and sadly, out of wedlock. Orphaned at a young age and adopted by a man named Tony Stark who then married Peter's mother. A successful hotel business owner (but not really famous), and the star of Peter's countless stories. Been arrested once for streaking. Got Peter out of detention in high school. Trespassed school premises. TP'd a house during Valentine's Day. Caught naked by a newly-wed in a hotel room. That was just the tip of the iceberg.

"I know. He makes the best bloody drinks of all time." You mimicked Peter the way he would -- insulting and proud -- which he didn't like as he shot dagger-like eyes at you. His expressions changed in a snap.

"Oh, that reminds me. He's in town!"

"I thought he was in Monaco?"

"Yeah, no. He travels a lot."

"Does that mean I now get to meet this famous stepbrother of yours?" You smirked, pulling out shot glasses from one of the cabinets.

"I'm not sure he would want to meet you. You're not exactly in his league."

"You mean snobby and rich?" You laughed while fixing the shot glasses on the counter. "I'm aware."

"I mean classy." He adjusted his tie.

You snickered. "Yeah, all those stories were real classy, Parker. Top-notch."

"You know what I mean, y/n - suits, money, stuff like that. Bucky's changed." One big sip of beer. "I think."

"Ya think?" You scoffed.

"Maybe, I don't know. Haven't spoken to him in a while. He's always traveling and stuff. Hard to keep track of him."

"Sounds to me like he's on a run from the bad guys." You joked which Peter didn't find funny.

"What do you mean?"

Peter idolized Bucky. He was the sole reason why he got into business in the first place -- no, they didn't spend late nights talking in their backyard basketball court about how fulfilling business is and all that crap like brothers would do. Peter just wanted to be like Bucky. To be in the world of money, booze, and then more money. That kind of crap. "It was a joke, Parker. This Bucky sounds like he may have done some stupid stuff but I doubt he's into something illegal or what."

"Yeah, he's a good guy." But even Peter didn't sound convinced of himself. He took a big gulp of his beer.

Nick approached the counter, avoiding your eyes but a smile landed on his lips as soon as he neared you. You could hear Peter chuckling. "Hey, Nick."

Nick acknowledged him by saying a small hello and started preparing a bunch of Bloody Marys for the blonde girls by the booth. Peter watched him, finishing his beer. You gave him a look before walking away to serve some drinks -- which he just mocked in return. With a tray of beer in your right hand, you approached the four gentlemen from before at the billiards table and gave them their drinks. Seeing a couple of girls slide out of one of the booths, you grabbed a washcloth and a bottle spray on the cleaning station and headed to clean the girls' mess. The table reeked of Gin and tonic, Margaritas, Grasshopper, a couple of beers and Long Island Iced Tea. Well, that's a weirdly wild group of friends.

While cleaning up the booth, you glanced up at the printed photographs on the walls which were yours. Black and white portraits of strangers. Flashes of red and blue lights on the streets. Giant buildings. Random people on Central Park and New York streets. Peter drinking beer at the booth with his co-workers. And the owner of the bar who was always cooped up inside his small office. Photos that didn't sell in your exhibit always went to the bar, in hopes that someone might find them somewhat good -- good enough to take home. But that wasn't the case. To them, the photos were just mere decorations at the bar; they just wanted to have a good time and couldn't be bothered to even take one shy glance at the bartender's photos. You wanted to think they just had zero taste when it comes to photography to make yourself feel better but you were wrong. It just made you feel worse.

Just when you were about to turn around, Peter slid into the booth. You almost dropped the things you were holding. "Jesus, Parker."

He looked up at the photos. "Told ya your photos won't sell here."

"That's not what I was thinking." Lie. You walked towards the bar counter with Peter on your tail. He sat once more on the high stool and immensely watched as you placed some glasses on the counter.

"Come work for our company. We could really use your skills for our products." He leaned in, trying to get your attention. It wasn't the first time he tried to convince you to go work for his company.

"For the nth time, I'm no corporate slave."

"You're working at a bar. You make drinks and serve people. Some of these fuckers have corporate jobs as well - like me! If you think about it," he crossed his arms, placing them on top of the counter, "it's kind of like serving these corporations you hate."

With a frown, you asked, "What kind of logic is that?"

"A businessman's logic."

"If that's the case, the corporate world is dead." You smirked, washing the glasses. Peter was no businessman. He was just a part of a sales team, making marketing pitch presentations every week or so. Honestly, you couldn't keep up with his presentations. "I'd be happy to join then."

"Come on, Aria. You can't be juggling two jobs for the rest of your life. You can get one big job at our company and you'll get paid big time. Plus," he leaned in further, almost getting up from the stool, "we'll be working together. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'm honestly getting tired of you." You chuckled, sprinkling some water on Peter's face. "And my answer is still no. I don't want to work for your company. I like freelancing and bartending." That wasn't a lie. Despite graduating from business school, you decided to pursue your passion in photography even if the pay couldn't cover your half of the rent. So, you decided to take a waitressing job at the bar just below your apartment, and then started bartending. Out of all the establishments you could've gone to, you chose this very bar because it was the most convenient option of all -- it was just below the apartment. Being a photographer and a part-time bartender weren't exactly the dream you had for yourself but you liked them; nothing gave you more pleasure than taking product photos for small businesses and making drinks for strangers who happen to stumble upon one of the best bars in the Upper West Side.

Peter sighed. "I'm never giving up on you. I'm not a quitter."

"Whatever you say, big guy." Peter had been at it for a few years.

"I hate you." Peter groaned.

"Aren't you the sweetest?"

Peter rolled his eyes and caught a quick glance at the wall clock. "Hey, your shift's almost over. Better hurry up."

"Right. Thanks, Parker." You began placing back the shot glasses on one of the cabinets then hurriedly walked into a small door on the back. You greeted your boss who was just doing some paperworks.

"Hey, Steve. I'm heading out."

"Right, right." Steve looked up from his laptop and removed his specs, placing them on the table.

You gave him a smile and turned to leave but before you could even close the door, Steve called you.

"Yeah?"

"Nick's not gonna be here tomorrow afternoon and I'm gonna be in Long Island for some family reunion. Would you mind checking all the deliveries for tomorrow?"

"Well, what about the others?"

"Ah, they're no good." Steve sighed. "I only trust you and Nick."

You raised an eyebrow. "Nick? Really?" You wouldn't trust Nick with anything -- not even with some dumb, silly secret.

Steve shrugged. "He's a good kid. He and I get along. So, do I get a yes?"

"Yeah, sure. I got nothing going on tomorrow."

"No photography thingy?"

You pursed your lips. "Not unless you want me to take photos for your family reunion."

"No way in hell am I gonna let you meet my family."

"Aw, you said you trust me."

He chuckled and leaned back on his office chair. "Go home, y/n."

You sent him a smile before heading back to the counter to meet Peter who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "Let's go, Parker."

You two walked up the steps towards your apartment building, shoulders bumping from time to time. You and Peter lived on the fifth floor. You would've gotten your own place but your parents cut you off since you refused to work for the family supermarket your family owned in Hoboken, New Jersey. The last time you spoke to your parents was almost three years ago, when you threw a huge tantrum like a damn baby at your graduation party. "There's nothing for me here in New Jersey! It's as boring as these two old couples next door. (No offense). I hated business school. I want to pursue photography whether you like it or not. I'm not staying in this hellhole forever."

"You walk out that door, you're out of here forever."

And out you went with only a couple of clothes and some leftover college money. The only sliver of hope you had was Peter.

"Hey, y/n?" Peter asked as soon as you got inside the elevator. "Hypothetically, if Nick asked you out on a date, would you say yes?"

You gave him a weird look after the elevator doors closed before you. "I don't know, man. Never dip the pen in company ink, right?" You fished for your apartment key on your purse. "How are you so sure he's gonna ask me out?"

"He flat out told me that's how." He replied. "Yesterday night. So, if he does ask you..."

"Why are you so invested in my dating life?"

"You have no dating life." He retorted.

Peter was one to talk. He also didn't have one.

"You know what I mean, idiot."

He shrugged. "Just curious."

The elevator doors opened and you both headed towards your apartment unit, with Peter still yapping about Nick this and Nick that. You groaned, getting ultimately tired of hearing Nick's name and the possibility of you and him dating. "Maybe you should date him, Parker."

"You date him."

You gave him a confused look. "Shut up, Parker."

"Wait, you know what? Don't date him. I don't like him for you. He's weird and -- "

"No, I mean it. Shut. Up." You hissed, stopping on your tracks and grabbing Peter by his arm. You were right outside your apartment unit. There was a small gap between the door and the door frame. It seemed like someone broke in..

"What do we do? What do we do?" Peter half-yelled, half-whispered.

"Have the cops on speed dial. If it really is a robbery, call them. Got it?"

"What if they have guns?"

"I'll tell them to shoot you first."

"Gee, thanks for looking after me. Appreciate it."

You smirked, your hands already on the door. Slowly, you pushed it away from your body, failing to make it as quiet as possible as the door creaked against the floorboards. You gently looked around the dark living room, seeing no sign of someone inside -- until your eyes caught something moving on the couch. Your eyes went wide. You went back in the hallway where Peter was standing with his phone in his hand, ready to press the call button.

"Well?" He was waiting for an answer.

"I think someone's crashing on our couch?" Even you looked confused.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Either that or a large animal just broke into our apartment. Come on, let's go see." You whispered, trying not to wake up the uninvited guest.

"I'm not going in there!"

"Fine, I'll wake the bastard up." You groaned. "Pussy."

"Dick." He snickered but zipped his mouth shut as soon as you sent him a glare.

Without a noise, you managed to get closer, using the light from your phone as a guide. On the couch was a huge blanket sprawled across and under that was the rhythmic sound of someone breathing. Your hand lightly trembled, reaching for the blanket to unveil whoever was under it; but before you could even touch a single thread, the person jumped out of the couch, and so did your heart. You let out a scream, falling backwards and hitting your head on one of the small tables beside the couch. The unknown person stood on the couch, and awfully joined your screams. The lights suddenly turned on, with Peter standing by the door.

"Oh my god!" You yelped as soon as you realized the man in front of you was naked. No clothes, no nothing, just bare skin against the cold breeze. Your hands immediately flew to your eyes. "Who the hell are you?" Your screamed at him.

He urged you to remove your hand from your eyes, telling you he was wrapping the blanket around his waist. Thankfully, he wasn't lying.

"Bucky?" Peter breathed, approaching the scene.

"This is Bucky?" You asked in disbelief.

Bucky smiled and jumped off the couch, offering his hand. "Hi, I'm Bucky."

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harryspet · 5 years ago

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little doe [5] peter parker

[Warnings] peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, fluff, angst, filler chapter, mentions of needles, little editing

A/N: This is going to be the second to last chapter in this series! The support on this story has been great and every like, reblog or comment really makes my heart all warm and fuzzy.

Like, reblog and let me know what you think!

In which a kiss makes her forget her pain.

word count: 2.2k

2 MONTHS LATER

“It seems the pills are keeping all her vitals normal,” Pepper unstrapped the blood pressure device from around Doe’s arm. Doe wasn’t sure what all the devices were for but Peter had insisted that Pepper was just making sure she was healthy, “Blood pressure is normal, temperature is higher than average but that’s to be expected. You’re a very healthy girl, Doe.”

Doe grinned, understanding that she had passed whatever test was just given to her. Pepper handed her a blue lollipop and Doe eagerly accepted it, popping it into her mouth. It was Doe’s first time back at Stark Labs and it made her wonder how her life could’ve changed so much in three months.

“How is she at home? How are her powers?” Pepper asked Peter who was leaned against the wall. The small white office was starting to make him feel a bit claustrophobic. Peter felt a bit anxious which he hated since he knew that Pepper would never hurt her. Still, he felt overly protective whenever Doe left the safety of his apartment.

“She’s great at home. The beginning was a little rough but we’ve gotten to know each other,” Peter’s eyes raked in Doe’s appearance, how she’d insisted on wearing that bright blue dress that she claimed made her feel like royalty. She turned heads whenever they were in public but it was best for Peter to let her be, “And her powers … it’s clear they’re much stronger when she’s sad or angry.”

“Ah,” Pepper had a light bulb go off above her head, “A true drama queen. I’ve had people doing some research, trying to narrow down what version of earth she might hail from but, without Fury’s top-secret information, I doubt we’ll have much luck.”

Peter tensed up at the mention of Fury, his arms crossed, “You’re not thinking about contacting him, right?”

Pepper sighed, “No, Doe is adjusting well so I don’t see a need to. You’re doing a good job, Peter, I know it must be stressful,” Peter was usually hypercritical of himself and, even though he knew Doe was happy, he still couldn’t help but feel like he’d made mistakes, “Could you hold onto her? I’m going to have someone draw her blood so we can test it and make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

Peter nodded, moving from the wall to where Doe was sitting on the lab table. Pepper grabbed her clipboard and filed out of the room.

“I did good, Peter?” Doe asked, her English having improved astronomically with MJ teaching her all the time.

“You did,” Peter assured her, “But we have to do one more thing before we go home. One of the scientists is going to take your blood. That means they have to prick you with a needle.”

“It will hurt?” Peter nodded, tucking a strand of her bright hair behind her ear, “I no want to.”

“You have to. It’s to make sure you’re healthy so you can keep staying with Peter.”

Doe thought it over but she wasn’t fully convinced and soon there was a man in a lab coat that entered the room, “Stay still, okay?” Peter grabbed ahold of Doe’s hand as the man began the short procedure.

Doe’s heart began to race as the man tied the band around her forearm. She began to panic even more as she saw the needle, “No, no, no can’t, Peter! Peter, no!”

The man flashed Peter a concerned look and Peter continued to try to console Doe but she had shut her eyes tight, “Peter! Peter! No, no, no-” Peter smashed his lips onto hers and she stopped her tantrum immediately. He felt Doe’s body relax and Peter held her lips on his as the man pricked her arm with the needle.

Peter pulled away when her blood had filled the vial. Doe blinked, staring up at Peter in a daze before looking down at her arm. The man was about to open a band-aid when Doe interjected, “Pink color, please?”

The man grinned before picking out the neon pink band-daid, placing it down on where the blood was just drawn, “There you go, dear.”

“Thank you, please. Sorry for yell,” Doe apologized, happily gazing at her new band-aid. All of her little mannerisms made Peter blush.

As soon as the man left the room, Doe pulled Peter in again for another kiss. He stood between her legs as her lips moved against his. She felt him reach between the waistband of his pants and he had to grab her hand to stop her before she began something that Peter would have to finish.

“Not here,” Peter rushed out and Doe pouted. Another thing that she couldn’t wrap her mind around was that they couldn’t do certain things in public, “Let’s go home, Doe.”

Their trip to Stark Labs lasted longer than Peter initially anticipated and it was dark out by the time they made it to his side of town. Peter shifted the vehicle into park, looking over into the passenger seat to see that Doe was close to dozing off. He looked around the almost empty parking garage and got an eerie feeling.

“Stay here,” Peter whispered but Doe only moaned something tiredly, nuzzling into her leather chair. Peter opened his door slowly, wanting to take a look around.

Peter took a few steps and the feeling he had got even worse. He gripped his emergency web-shooters as the sound of screeching tires flooded his ears. A series of black escalades appeared from nowhere, circling their car in the empty parking lot.

Peter wasn’t worried about taking them down, he could easily do that with his superhuman strength. He was worried because he knew exactly who was going to step from that black car.

“Look who I’ve run into,” Fury spoke, his usual ‘I am all-knowing’ look on his face, “Peter Parker.”

Peter’s lips pressed into a thin line, “What do you need, Fury?” He wouldn’t have made such a big entrance if he didn’t have some life-altering news for him.

“Fine, I won’t beat around the bush,” He adjusted his jacket, looking over Peter’s tense appearance, “I think you’ve left some big information out in the last few calls we’ve had.”

Peter shook his head, his arms crossed as he pretended to search his memory, “No, I don’t think so.”

“You’ve grown a lot the last few years,” Peter knew already that he wasn’t the same bumbling, innocent boy he used to be. “I admire that about you but I think you’ve gotten a little too big for your britches. You’re dealing with something you couldn’t possibly understand the future ramifications of.”

Over the last two months, Peter had thought a lot about this very conversation and the future he wanted with Doe. They had only known each other for a short amount of time but Peter already knew her. He knew what he wanted them to be.

“Peter?” His heart stopped as he heard her tired voice. Soon, that voice grew worried as she appeared from around the car, Peter was quick to be at her side.

“Doe, go sit in the car,” Peter winced as the girl didn’t budge, looking past Peter’s shoulders to see Nick Fury standing idly by.

“Bad guy?” Doe asked, an otherworldly power was dancing on Doe’s fingertips and she was ready to protect Peter at all cost.

“No, not a bad guy-”

“Multiverse Being #165, believed to be from Earth version 482,” Fury interrupted and Peter turned, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “But it seems Peter has given you a new name. It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

Peter grabbed her hand as Doe moved to stand beside him, “M-My name is Doe.”

Fury’s eyes wandered to wear their hands held each other, “I can tell she’s adjusting well.”

“She’s not going anywhere, Fury, if that’s what you’re here for,” Peter stated firmly, “And she won’t be apart of whatever scheme you’re planning next.”

“I don’t plan schemes, Parker. Everything I do is for the benefit of the entire planet.”

“And everything I do from now on is for her,” Doe looked up at Peter, not catching every detail of the conversation but understanding how serious the conversation was. Even when she had caused trouble around the apartment, she had never seen him this tense, “So I decide what happens.”

“And if earth needs her? For the greater good?”

“I decide,” Peter stated again, knowing it would be a long time before she was ready for anything like that, “If she trains if she doesn’t. Just trust me, Fury.”

Fury thought for a moment. Although he was constantly questioning Stark’s decision to trust him, Fury decided to back down, “Remember I got my eye on you, Parker.” After an intense staring contest, Fury was off and Peter had won for now.

Doe stared up at Peter and as he saw that same innocence in her eyes, he squeezed her hand tightly.

Doe despised Peter’s video games. Especially when Ned would come over and they’d sit on the couch for four hours straight playing them. Doe’s love and attention meter dwindled by the second but she couldn’t do what she normally did. If she threw a tantrum she wouldn’t get a sticker on her “Good Behavior Chart”.

She stared up at the fridge where it was displayed in all its glitter and construction paper letters. She could get a reward at the end of each week for having good behavior every day and today was day seven.

As the clock above the stove turned to midnight, Doe grabbed the chart off the fridge and marched into the living room where Peter was still playing a video game, “Peter,” She called his name, knowing he couldn’t hear her through his headphone, “Peterrrrr.”

As Doe came into a view, Peter quickly shouted, “Just one more game and then I’ll tuck you in. One more.”

Doe’s shoulders fell before a light bulb went off in her mind. Since today was technically over, she didn’t have to be on her best behavior anymore. Doe took a seat by Peter who was playing shirtless and in his boxers. She set the chart to the side before crawling beneath his arms and into his lap.

She nuzzled her face into his neck, her hands running over his strong chest and then his biceps, causing Peter to pause the game. Doe grinned as Peter set his controller to the side, and she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands slid over her bottom, gripping the flesh there as she leaned in to kiss him.

Peter had already closed his eyes and when their lips never met, he opened his eyes, “Sticker please?”

Peter’s head tilted back in realization, “You tricked me!”

Doe giggled, grabbing the chart to show him, “No trick. Peter and video game is bad. Peter and Doe is good . . . Doe and sticker is very very good.”

“Fine, you’re the boss,” Peter complied, swooping Doe up as he stood from the couch, “I guess you’ve been a good girl all week … if you don’t count the smoothie incident.” Doe pouted, thinking back to how she didn’t know you had to put the top on the blender. The smoothie still ended up tasting good which was all that mattered to her.

Peter carried her into the kitchen and set her down onto the counter as he began ruffling through drawers, “Ah, here they are,” He opened one to find an assortment of stickers, “Which one do you want?”

This was Doe’s favorite part and she had practically ranked them all for her favorite to least favorite. She pointed to one shaped like a rainbow and Peter proceeded to place it onto the Sunday square. Doe clapped in excitement, knowing she was only a week away from filling up the entire month.

“Gift now?” She asked, biting down on her bottom lip, as Peter placed the chart back on the fridge.

Peter yawned, “What would you like this week?”

“Sex.”

Peter’s mouth parted in surprise, “What?”

“Like Game of Thrones.”

Peter blinked, confusion evident in his expression, “When have you been watching Game of Thrones?”

“MJ watch with me. She like when people-” Doe made the motion of a knife being stabbed into her stomach. Peter grabbed her hands, pulling them back away from her stomach.

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “I really need to change the locks and you shouldn’t be watching shows like that.”

“Sex is bad? But we do sex-”

“Yes but-” Peter cut himself off as his thoughts interrupted him, “It’s just different, Doe. And we do a lot of things but we haven’t actually ... “ It was a line that Peter had yet to cross and he was still quite satisfied with what they already had.

“Peter?” Doe held his face in her hand, wanting him to reassure her.

“The first time you have sex … it might hurt and I-I don’t wanna hurt you, Doe.”

Doe’s face softened at the look of worry in his eyes, “Like the nee-dle?”

Peter nodded slowly, “Kinda like that, yeah.”

“Then Peter will kiss Doe and make feel better,” Doe grinned and a smile stretched on Peter’s face as his eyes lit up with happiness. Doe leaned into him and Peter did the same. The touch of their lips sent sparks through them and fireworks seemed to explode in the kitchen.

As Peter pulled away to catch his breath, he stared at the beautiful creature before him with gratitude, “I love you,” He thought his heart my race or that he’d sweat nervously but Peter had never been more sure of something.

“I … I different kind of love Peter.”

Hope you enjoyed this! If you have an idea for something you wanna see in the last chapter then feel free to send me an ask!

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thepinkwriterr · 6 years ago

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snarkystarkybby · 5 years ago

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:sweet like honey: Peter Parker x oc /one/

Hey lovelies,

here’s chapter one, i hope you all fall in love with this story as much as i have. i honestly really love Honey and she is so different to all my other OC’s.

let me know what you think and send me requests, xo

isabella

Honey smiled as she sat at the vanity getting ready for the day, Morgan sat by her side copying her every motion. The seven-yr. old girl had been shadowing Honey’s every move since the second she arrived in the city year since they’d seen each other, and Morgan loved the older girl.

Morgan only had two blood-related cousins Honey and Bea, the little Stark idolised both of the girls since birth. Every birthday, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving Morgan would follow the girls until pepper would force her to leave them alone for even just 5 minutes. So, when she found out Honey was going to be living with them for the summer she almost exploded with excitement.

Honey had offered to look after her younger cousin for the summer, of course, Pepper and Tony assured her it wasn’t necessary. They could see the longing for distraction in Honey’s eye as she begged and agreed on the premise that she took at least a few days a week for herself which seemed to be a fair compromise. So, Honey spent her days playing dress up and spending every dollar she owned on Morgan’s new complete family set of build-a-bear’s.

One her days alone Honey scoured the city in secret for apartments and jobs. Which was becoming increasingly difficult, seeing as she couldn’t let her Aunt find out what she was doing? Honey was determined to do this alone. Her entire life she had never done anything herself, every moment of her was planned for or by Bea and her parents by not this.

College was her fresh start. Not a single person at college knew about Bea or how her parents had become after she was gone. Nobody would send her pitying glances and mutter insincere “I’m so sorry” when really, she just wanted to forget.

The day she received her letter from Columbia with a full academic scholarship was the best day of her life in the worst year possible. Pepper had been so excited when she called and found out her niece was moving to the city, and out of the tiny town which Pepper knew was destroying the girl from the outside in.

The entire town was painted with memories of Bea. Honey had spent seventeen years living as a half, and then in the blink of an eye, she was alone. Sometimes the fragility of life had a way of sneaking up on you. It was barely three weeks into the summer before senior year when Bea was rushed into the ER. Stage 4 Leukemia, treatment was possible but almost undeniably inconclusive. She remembers lying in the creaky hospital bed arms wrapped around her sleeping sister and listening to the soft sobs of her mom in the hall on the phone to Aunt Pepper. It felt wrong. This kind of thing didn’t happen to people like her. The warm air and sounds of cicadas were suddenly eerily unnerving.

On the last day in the hospital Bea made Honey promise to help her escape, and so with a not so carefully executed plan they sisters escaped the hospital and made it to the small lake outside of town by sunset. Later that night just after 7 Honey tried to stay strong as she held Bea’s hand and watched her parents sniffle silently as her sister took one last trembling breath.

Pepper hated seeing the effects of Bea’s death on Honey. The blonde girl sat in the spare room- refusing to even enter her once shared bedroom, in such a catatonic state that it took Pepper hours to even get her to eat a few spoons of soup and shower.

Honey didn’t move for the remainder of the summer, her mother barely dragged her out the house for the funeral. Getting out of the town was the best possible thing she could have done.

Currently, Honey and Morgan were walking hand in hand both holding an ice-cream in their empty hands around central park. Honey had learnt from when Morgan was very young that surprisingly Central Park was one of her favourite places. Tony and Pepper had a busy day of meetings and such before tonight Honey would finally be meeting the famous Peter Parker.

Tony’s all-but-actually-adopted-son who worked for him in the labs. Pepper had promised that Honey and Peter would get along great considering they were the same age. Although Honey was worried, she had never been good at meeting new people. Although due to peters absence for the first three weeks of summer Morgan seemed excited to see him.

From what Honey was able to find out about him, Peter had gone backpacking around Europe with his long-term girlfriend MJ as soon as they had graduated. It seemed exciting, Honey had always wanted to travel but she could never go alone- the thought alone terrified her.

Morgan spent all day telling Honey about Peter, to the point where she almost didn’t want to meet the guy.

“Ooh, one-time peter and I went to the movies and he dropped all the popcorn on the floor and when he was trying to clean it up, he slipped and fell over”

“Dad and peter tricked mommy and she got so mad that peter fainted”

“dad keeps a playlist of all the times peters done dumb stuff and FRIDAY filmed it”

Peter this peter that.

From what Honey could gather Peter was a clumsy, nerd type who she could image probably wore sweater vests and broken glasses. Something told her they weren’t going to get along. As much as Honey was playfully teased that she was a nerd by Bea, she had never gotten along with the above-average intelligence types.

In high school honey still had really good grades but she was also a cheerleader and typically stayed in the more popular crowd, thanks to Bea. So forgive her for being a little presumptuous, nerdy type just thought they knew everything as usually attributed her blonde hair and pom-poms to her being nothing but an airhead infatuated with lip gloss and boys.

So when tony had announced peter was coming for dinner she was less than impressed, but of course, put on a happy face for him. It’s the least she could do.

Tony was kind of the dream uncle every kid wanted. He always showed up to family events late, with extravagant gifts in hand and a super cool excuse. Honey couldn’t remember the last birthday or Christmas when she hadn’t gotten the latest and greatest toy or anything else, she could imagine. Her favourite memory as a kid was the three weeks, she and Bea would spend with Aunt Pepper every summer, but eventually, once Pepper moved in with Tony he would be there too.

By mid-afternoon, the girls were back at the tower and were currently tiding up Morgan’s room by order of Pepper and the oh-so-scary-early-bedtime-threat. They cleaned up and whilst Morgan was watching TV, honey went upstairs to grab the small shoebox from underneath the bed and place the small memorabilia from the day inside.

Each summer, since she was child Honey, kept her summer box. She kept everything in there- photos, receipts, movie tickets, dried flowers, friendship bracelets, notes she had passed at camp- essentially anything. Today it was a receipt for the ice-cream in the park and a small polaroid the girls had taken under a tree where they had lunch.

Morgan was complaining he was bored and since they still had almost two hours until anyone would be home Honey suggested they baked some cupcakes to have as dessert.

When pepper arrived home to see Honey and Morgan dancing to Disney music in the kitchen, the icing on both their faces and sprinkles lining the floor she couldn’t help but smile and run her finger through the neon pink icing before plopping it in her mouth.

“mmm this is really good, what’s the occasion why the cupcakes and kitchen parties” by now Morgan and jumped into peppers arms to welcome her home and tell her all about the day and Honey took the chance to finish icing the cakes before tidying up.

“Hey, where’s Tony?” Pepper who was listening to Morgan’s story about the crazy duck lady at the park to answer,

“oh he’s gone to pick peter up they should be here soon- maybe ten minutes or so” Honey was frantic, ten minutes??? She was covered in icing.

“oh my god I have to get changed, I have icing in my hair” Pepper laughed and called after her that it was okay-Peter wasn’t going to care. She refused to meet the boy for the first time with neon pink icing in her hair and workout leggings on.

So she frantically washed out the icing before drying just that one section of hair, quickly reapplying her makeup and chucking on her favourite jeans and a floral crop top that was nice but still casual enough. She ran a brush through her hair before pulling it back into a loose half-up style, then bouncing out into the hallway.

She was tense, Honey hated meeting new people and meeting new people in the presence of adults- that you knew- was even worse. So, when she walked into the open style living/dining/ kitchen area and saw the curly-haired figure whose back was to her was almost sure she would faint. Its been known to happen.

“ah here she is, Underoos… Meet Mine and Pepper’s niece- Honey”

“uh hey I’m Peter, Peter Parker” her mouth went dry and her throat felt like it closed completely but somehow, she managed to choke out,

“its nice to finally meet you, Morgan’s told me plenty” he smiled at the mention of the girl who Honey only just noticed was practically standing on his feet. If his dorky smile and smooth caramel-like voice weren’t enough to make her freeze the tight light wash jean cut-off’s and well-tailored and perfectly well unbuttoned navy-blue shirt sent her mind into a frenzy. She was screwed. He was gorgeous- and taken.

This was just her luck.

#masterlist #marvel imagines #avengers x teen!reader #pepper potts #avengers imagine s #avengers imagines #peter parke rimagine #peter parker #tony stark #morgan stark #oc #perer parker x oc #morgan stark x oc #sweet like honey #honey miller

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beanfic · 4 years ago

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Don’t tell my dad!

Pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you overhear your Dad’s intern talking about a party, and you decide to sneak in with your best friend

Warnings: underage drinking, poorly made decisions, rebellious teens

Author’s note: it’s not really peter parker x reader, more like in a platonic friend way? I just had a dream about this happening, so I decided to write about it :) Also meet Kenzie! She is an OC and I decided to add her into this as y/n’s bff. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

You had heard about the party from your Dad’s newest intern, Peter Parker, when asked about his weekend plans. He mentioned he was attending a party at a friend’s house, and you were interested immediately. You had talked to Peter a few times while passing in the tower. He was a nice guy, the same age as you, also. Both of you were 17. He didn’t strike you as the party type, but you weren’t going to question it.

You had been raised in the tower since you were five, the year your Dad had taken custody of you after the death of your Mom. Living with the Avengers and bearing the last name ‘Stark’ meant that you never got a chance to go to school with other kids. Instead, you were homeschooled, first by your Dad, but now you were learning the complex subjects from Dr. Banner. You didn’t surprise anyone when you showed the same interest in engineering at a young age, being a Stark and all. You were greatly appreciative about the challenging schooling you received, but you regretted not developing the social skills a normal teenager would have.

You have a few friends including a best one named Kenzie, a daughter of your Father’s friend but that didn’t help with socializing. You wanted to experience a high school party, just like the ones you had seen in the movies. It was a perfect plan, you could find out the address somehow, and go along with Kenzie. Kenzie was also homeschooled but was more normal than you could ever feel.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Kenz said as she sat beside your bed, strapping her shoes.

“Yes! My Dad is out tonight and I had FRIDAY do some research, and this guy, Flash, is known for throwing huge parties where multiple high schools go. It’s not like we are going to see anyone we know.”

“What about your Dad’s intern? Isn’t that how you heard about the party?”

You shrug, “He doesn’t seem like the party type so I doubt he will even show up, and if he does I’m sure we can find a way to avoid him. We can just find a corner to drink in.”

“This is so risky, Y/N!” Kenzie grabs your arm and shakes it.

“I know, it’s exciting.” You shove Kenzie off of you and you flash an annoyed smile.

“Ready?” Kenzie stands up and you nod. Both of you tiptoe down to the garage, avoiding Steve who was usually in the training facility at night. Fortunately, he wasn’t there.

“Should we take the Mercedes?” you ask Kenz who look over at you with wide eyes.

“You have a Mercedes? You have options?”

You giggle, “My Dad lets me drive any of his cars except his Lambo. We can also take the Porsche.”

“I’m good with the Mercedes, we’re trying to lay low! Plus how are we getting back if we both want to drink?”

“My Dad has programmed FRIDAY into each of his cars so it can do autopilot,” and right on cue, the car lit up with FRIDAY’s voice.

“Hello, Y/N Stark. Where are we going tonight?”

“Whoahhhh,” Kenz gasps under her breath. You repeat the address that FRIDAY had found back at the car.

“I’ll drive, FRIDAY.” You grab the wheel and rev the engine a little before pulling out of the garage into the cold streets and the starry night sky.

“I’m nervous,” Kenzie admits as you park down the street from the house. It was big and lit up with multi-colored lights. It was on an isolated street down a private drive, which was a good thing because with how loud it already was from the outside, you were certain police would show up at some point.

“It’s okay, I just need to make sure no one recognizes me and that we avoid Peter.”

“Sounds easy enough, sure, yeah, whatever you say” Kenzies’ tone is filled with sarcasm but you just roll your eyes at her.

“I’m not that famous.”

“No, of course not! Just the rightful heir of Stark Industries, no big deal!”

“C’mon, let’s just get inside and grab a drink.” You open the car door and are greeted by the chilly night air. You walk up to the angular house, flashing a smile at the group of preppy looking kids playing beer pong on the huge and perfectly manicured front lawn. The music pounds out of the crack in the door as you push it open. A kid in a colorful floral hawaain shirt spills beer over himself as he stumbles past you in the hallway. Immediately, you know you're in the right place.

“FRIDAY, check for Peter,” you whisper to the black glasses on your face. It was a good thing fashion glasses were in style, but you think to yourself that these might look a bit outdated. “Hm?” Kenzie turns to look at you. You point to your glasses and she mouths an “ohhh”. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to hear her over the music.

“We’re good, no Peter yet. I’m sure the drinks will be in the kitchen, right?” you ask and Kenz nodded. It was difficult to maneuver through the sweaty, heaving crowd but eventually, you discover the kitchen. There's a sign above the granite counter that says “live, laugh, love”. These people fuckin suck. You notice a crappy cardboard sign that says “Shot Station” written in bold sharpie.

“Should we do shots?” Kenzie asks you nervously.

“I’m down,” you smirk, letting the Stark in you take over. You remember your Dad’s famous words in your head “never do something I would do when I was your age.” Doing something you knew you weren’t supposed to do made you bubble with excitement.

You take lead and grab two tiny red solo shot glasses and fill them up with a bottle of Malibu someone pulled from the fridge. It smells strongly of coconut and alcohol.

“To being adventurous!” Kenzie shouted, raising her cup for a toast.

“Being adventurous!” you yell back, bringing the cup to your lips and letting the warm liquid slide down your throat.

“What now?” Kenzie asks.

“Let’s make a mixed drink to carry around with us and we can go explore the rest of the house. FRIDAY told me there is a game room!”

“Okay!” Kenzie agrees. You throw some lemonade and the rest of the malibu into a bigger cup, and Kenzie does the same. You hope that the drinks are for everyone, after all they are just sitting out so you don’t worry too much.

“Sorry, I made ‘em kind of strong!” you hand Kenz the drink and she takes a sip, eyes going wide.

“That’s delicious!”

“That’s why mixed drinks are dangerous.”

The two of you wander around the house, making sure to watch for Peter until you find the game room. Both of your jaw’s drop when you first open the door. There are pool tables, foosball, ping pong machines, and tables for card games.

“Hey! We’re playing a game of rage cage, want to join?” a slurred voice calls out towards the two of you.

“Us?” you and Kenz look at each other.

“Yes!”

You look over at Kenz with a questioning look, and she raises her eyebrows in a confirming manner. The people seemed nice, and you didn’t recognize any of them.

“How do we play?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. A taller blonde guy, probably around your age as well, shuffles the cards and smiles down at you.

“You never played?”

“Nope,” you shake your head, feeling the heat bleed into your cheeks.

“It’s easy, you just try to make the ping pong ball into your cup before the person next to you, and if you don’t make it you have to chug the drink and try to make it again. If you get stacked then you have to drink.”

“Seems simple enough,” you muttered.

“Let’s do it!” Kenzie cheered, causing a few others to cheer with her. You wish you had the same charisma as her, but maybe the alcohol was already playing a role. You take another large gulp of your drink hoping you would feel something soon.

The game was confusing at first, and both you and Kenz ended up chugging about three glasses of beer before understanding. You both got a hold of it and ended up doing pretty well.

It was down to the last cup, the bitch cup as they called it, and it was your turn next. If you didn’t get the ball in the tower of red solo cups before the person next to you, you had to chug the entire cup of randomly mixed alcohol.

“No!” you shouted as the person next to you stacked their cup on top of yours.

“You gotta drink the bitch cup, bitchhh!” Kenzie sloppily points her finger into your shoulder. You looked over at her, and you could sense she was pretty drunk.

Fine!” you grab the bitch cup and everyone starts chanting “chug! Chug! Chug!” and you down the nasty drink.

“holyyy,” the everyone at the table all gasped at how fast you drank the bitch cup. You wiped your mouth and smiled with glee. You were a Stark, after all.

“I need airrrr,” Kenzie leaned on your shoulder.

“Me toooo,” the room was spinning as you started to walk out of the room, into the hallway and back towards the stairs.

“I feel so funny,” Kenzie giggled clumsily. “I feel like I can dance in the… in the sky!” She starts spinning in circles, flapping her arms like a bird.

You laugh until you can’t breathe as you watch your best friend drunkenly dance her way upstairs. Your stomach is spinning with alcohol, and you need fresh air, quickly.

“I feel sick,” you mumble to Kenzie.

“But I wanna dance!” she grabs your hands as you reach the main floor where the music is pumping and everyone is swaying together in synchronized rhythm.

“Kenzzzz,” you groan.

“Y/N Stark, you have a blood alcohol concentration level of .228. It is best you get along home.” FRIDAY’s voice sounds in your ear. You grab your glasses and shove them in your pocket. You can hear FRIDAY objecting as her voice is muffled in your jeans.

“I need to-,” you start to tell Kenzie as you feel the contents of your stomach start to fill up to your throat and you grab your mouth as you tumble out the back door to the dark patio before falling over into the damp grass. You spill your guts into a bush the moment you reach the backyard. You know that a ton of people probably are watching you right now, but, at this point? You could care less. You wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls out behind you.

“Peter!” you whip around quickly, causing you to trip over your own foot and spin right into him. Peter’s arms were around you instantly, keeping you from hitting the concrete.

“What are you doing here?” he helps you stand up.

“Please don’t tell my Dad!” you manage through clumsy lips.

“I won’t, Y/N.” He wipes a strand of hair away from your face as he studies you. You feel uncomfortable with his gaze.

“Y/N? Where are yo-oh.” Kenzie stops mid-sentence as she sees Peter holding your shoulders.

“She threw up,” Peter looks over at your friend.

“I thought FRIDAY was supposed to tell you when he was nearby,” Kenzie tries to whisper to you but fails as Peter hears her.

“What?” he looks over at you as you grab the glasses from your pocket, showing him them guiltily.

“Ah, I won’t tell your Dad! I promise! You should go home though, you’re really sick Y/N.”

“I’m fineee,” you lean into Peter’s arms, resting your head on his strong shoulder.

“Erm.” Peter’s cheeks blush, he had barely talked to you and now you were drunkenly resting in his arms.

“I wanna danceee, are you drunk too Peter?” you ask him.

“I don’t, um, drink, but I really think you and your friend should go back home. Did you drive here?”

“We took a Mercedes!” Kenzie giggled.

“Right, well how about I drive you two back home?” he suggests.

“FRIDAY can driveee,” you hiccup. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I think it would be best if a human made sure you two got home safe.”

You pout, “But Spide-” but Peter’s hand comes closing in on your mouth before you could finish your sentence.

“Let’s go!” Peter grabs your hand and Kenz’s arm and pulls both of you towards the very recognizable Mercedes.

“Hi, Peter, headed to the tower?” FRIDAY’s voice chirps over the speakers. Kenz was in the back seat laying down. You stared over at Peter, taking in the brown curls that lay gently on his forehead.

The drive back to the compound was short, but maybe that was because you had closed your eyes and dozed off a couple of times. There wasn’t music playing either, so the silence was only filled with the soft snores of Kenzie in the backseat.

“We’re here,” Peter shakes your shoulder softly, trying to wake you up from your dazed state. You could barely keep your eyes focused on the brunette in front of you.

“Kenzie” you mumble but you hear her stretching and yawning in the back.

“I’ll help you too upstairs, you’re on the third floor right, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Next to my Dad’s room.”

Peter nods, shutting the driver’s door and walking over towards the passenger side to help you out. Kenzie ends up being in a better state than you. She was able to walk but you rely on Peter to even stand up.

“You’re cute, Peter.” The words slips off your tongue as you all manage to stand upright in the elevator.

“Erm, thank you.” He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand. The elevator doors open with a ding to the third floor.

“Well, this is a surprise,” your Dad’s stern voice greets you. He walks into view with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Damnit,” you groan. You keep your eyes on the ground, avoiding your Dad’s glare.

“Hi Mister Stark, I found Y/N and Kenzie at the party and thought I should get them home safely. I made sure nothing bad happened to them!” Peter rapid fired.

“I think I will take it from here, thank you Peter,” your Dad patts his shoulder, looking up at you knowingly.

“See you around,” you slur. You almost begin to stumble over when Peter removes his arm that was holding you up, but your Dad catches you.

“Whoa there, are we drunk?” His voice has a hint of sarcasm in it.

“I don’t knowww, am I?” you giggle.

“You should sleep, same with you Kenzie. Do your parents know what happened tonight?”

“No, sir,” she shook her head.

“I won’t tell them, but take it from a parent. Being honest is better than keeping secrets. You can sleep in the guest room, I’m going to go take Y/N here, to bed.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kenzie walks down the hall towards the familiar guest room. You feel a bit guilty that you had put her in this position, but you were not expecting to get as blasted as you were. Your Dad practically carries you to your room and you lay down on the bed, feeling the warm pull of sleep immediately.

“Y/N,” your Dad begins to speak.

“Mmm, tired,” you mumble. You lay in the fetal position, head on the pillow and eyes already closed. You can hear your dad sigh heavily and feel a heavy blanket being pulled up and over your body.

“We will talk about this tomorrow and discuss consequences, but for now I’ll let you sleep. Love you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

“I know, but we will talk tomorrow. Get some rest.”

“Okay, love you Dad.”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and even though you were mentally prepared for the lecture from your father, nothing would have prepared you for the massive hangover you were about to be greeted with in the morning.

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iliumheightnights · 3 years ago

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Daniel Meets Aunt May | Daniel Stark (OC) x Peter Parker

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers Pairing: Daniel Stark (My OC) x Peter Parker Summary: Daniel gets invited to meet Aunt May for the first time. This should go good right? Meet the relative dinners are always smooth right? ~~~

“What about this one?”

Daniel stood in front of the mirror and looked at the suit that he had on. His dad sat on his bed and laughed watching him frantically try dressing himself for the event. “No, no, no. That might work for a Stark Galla, but it’s too formal for a meet the relatives dinner. Too much of a try hard.” Tony said, shaking his head with a smirk.

Daniel sighed and look at his dad. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as ‘too formal’ for something like this.” He turned back to the mirror and watched as Tony stood up and walked towards him. “Yes there is kiddo. Trust me, if Peter had dressed up like this the first time we met I would have laughed my ass off. Trust me, dress a bit more casual.”

With a small sigh, Danny waved his hand. Instantly the suit vanished and instead was replaced with a nice button up dress shirt and cardigan. He smiled seeing himself. He looked good. Tony even smiled and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “Perfect. Now you’re ready for that dinner.”

The drive to Peter’s apartment felt like it dragged on for hours. The entire time he couldn’t stop thinking of all the worst case scenarios and how bad it could be. What if she hated him? What if she demanded Peter never see him again? Oh no. Not good. Suddenly he felt a hand on his. He looked over and saw his dad’s hand comforting him. “It’ll be okay. Calm down. I know you’re nervous, but you got this. We’re Starks after all.”

Daniel smiled at him. “Thanks dad.”

Tony pulled the car to the curb and parked. “Alright, here we are. Remember you got this. Now, get in there and show them what us Stark men are like.” Tony gently nudged Daniel who laughed and opened the door. “I got it. I got it. Thanks dad, I love you.” Tony smiled at him. “I love you too.” Once the door was closed Daniel watched his dad drive away before turning and entering Peter’s apartment building.

Eventually he stood in front of the door to Peter’s apartment and breathed in. He lifted his hand and hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. He could hear rustling inside before the door opened and Daniel felt a wave of relief watch over him. “Danny! Hey, please come in.” Peter. His beautiful, handsome Peter. Somehow always there to come to his rescue when he needed him.

The Stark boy smiled and stepped inside. Peter quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek and closed the door. “So-” But before Daniel could get another word in there was the sound of another voice. It was as if the closing of the door signaled the go ahead, Daniel watched May come rushing at him with a smile on her face. “Daniel! It’s so nice to meet you! Ughh.” She quickly pulled him into a tight hug, almost squeezing him to death. “Peter can’t stop talking about you, literally. It’s so nice to finally get to see the face.” Daniel quickly looked to Peter who was blushing bright red. “May you’re crushing him…and embarrassing me.”

“Fine, fine!” She pulled back but left a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “I’m just so excited to finally meet your boyfriend! Please come sit Danny, I’m italian since I heard it was your favorite. Do you need a drink? We have water, juice, milk…” Daniel let himself get pulled to the table but was smiling the entire time. In that moment any worries or nervousness that he had about this had vanished.

The rest of the night went by swimmingly. The three of them talking and telling stories. How Peter and Daniel met. How they started their relationship. And of course, May couldn’t help but tell Danny some of the embarrassing stories about Peter embarrassing him even more.

“And there was this time-”

“MAAAYYY!”

Eventually the night came to an end and Daniel helped clean everything up. He said his goodbyes to May who invited him back any time. Daniel of course accepted and said he’d stop by again. Peter walked Daniel out to the roof of the apartment building. “Are you sure you don’t want me to swing you back home?” Daniel laughed and shook his head. “Nah I’m good. As much as I’d love that, I know we’d be out even longer. Maybe get into trouble.” Peter laughed but nodded his head. “Yeah. You’re probably right.” He let his hand move to rub his boyfriend’s arm. Both boys smiled and leaned their foreheads together. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Daniel asked.

“Of course. Your dad and I are working on that project. But don’t worry, we’ll spend time together.” Daniel hummed and smiled. “Count on it.” He gave Peter a kiss before using his magic to teleport himself back home.

He landed on the couch right in between his dad and brother. “Well looks who’s home. How was it?” Tony asked with a sly smile. Daniel blushed but had a big smile. “Really good. Really, Really good.”

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reynahermione · 4 years ago

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Damn. Final Part (Peter Parker x Reader)

This is the end of the Damn series. I think that this is the best way to end the series. It was fun writing this series and now I’m moving on to a new fic idea where I’m going to be creating my own OC. I hope that you all enjoyed the series and stick around to read more. Thanks!

warnings: fluff

Four months later ~

It’s a beautiful summer day in New York. It’s one of the days where the sun isn’t burning down upon us and the heat is suffocating us. The sun is hiding behind a few clouds and there’s a nice breeze passing through the city.

Jean walks beside you. She came over to get an escape from the mansion, apparently something is going on between her and Scott. A nice quietness resting between you both, that allows you to marvel at your surroundings, Central Park. Everyone seems to agree that it’s a beautiful day because the park is crowded with people hanging around, enjoying the weather.

“Y/n.” Jean calls for your attention.

You turn your head to look at her, “What’s up?”

“How have you been?” She asks.

The question caught you off guard. You two had caught up earlier in the day.

“I already told you Jean. I’m doing good.” You say.

“What ever happened to that kid you like? You never told me or Raven anything about that.” She says, staring down at you. Curse her for being so tall.

You sigh, turning to look down your path again, “He asked me out the day of my dad’s planetarium opening.”

“What?!” she gasps, “And you never decided to not tell us that?!”

“I said no to him, Jean.”

She stops walking and crosses her arms over her chest, causing you to mimic her.

“How can you turn him down y/n/n?” She questions.

“He literally broke up with her the same day he asked me out. I didn’t feel comfortable saying yes to him.” You explain to her.

“Have you at least spoken to him since?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t seen him since that night. His best friend said that it had something to do with his internship at Stark Industries.”

She slowly begins to walk again and you follow her lead.

Part of you feels like he left because of you. He wasn’t picking up his phone or answering any text messages. None of your teachers could tell you what had happened to him, Ned only tells you that he was super busy with his internship work. It’s been eating away at you for the past four months.

“What did you tell him that night?” She asks.

“I told him that he needed to take some time to figure out if he really liked me and that he always knew where he could find me.” You answer her.

She went to say something to me, but her phone rang, stopping her.

“Excuse me.” She grabbed her phone and read the caller ID. “It’s Scott. Can you give me a minute?”

You nod, letting her take a few steps to the side and answer her call. Looking around at the park, your eyes find the old Avengers Tower. It’s not confirmed what it’s used for, but rumor has it that SHIELD took over and made it a headquarters. It does seem like a possibility. The famous ‘A’ had been taken down a while ago and no other sign had taken its place. Not even a street number by the door. Very strange.

Glancing back at Jean, you watch her as she speaks to Scott over the phone. She lousy twirls a strand of hair with her finger as she arched one her brows. The look of her face said it all, Scott said something stupid and she’s trying her best not to correct him. Quickly looking away before she can catch you staring, you turn around and look at the path you had just walked through. That’s where you meet with a familiar pair of warm brown eyes just a few feet away from you.

“Peter?”

A smile lights up his face. The same butterflies that soared through your body the same night he asked you out, have been released again. He’s still as handsome as the last time you saw him.

“Y/n.” He steps closer to you, stopping when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Oh my gosh, Peter! I’ve missed you so much!” He wraps his arms around you and returns the hug.

Both of you hold each other, not wanting to let go. It’s been too long since you’ve last seen each other. Never has there been a long period like this that neither of you have spoken to each other. You both always found time to speak to each other.

“I’ve missed you too Y/n.” He says digging his head into the crook of your neck.

“Where have you been Peter? I’ve been so worried.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment before you both pull away and stare at each other.

“I-I’ve been thinking about what you said.” He nervously says, reaching down to hold your hands. His thumbs softly rub over your knuckles as he takes a deep breath.

“I really like you Y/n. I hope that you still like me back.”

Holding back the squeal that wants to come out of your mouth, you ecstatically nod your head, “Yes,” you nod, “yes, I still like you Peter.”

A goofy smile takes over his face, “Great!” His voice went up a few pitches making you laugh as he embarrassedly blushes.

“Uh-Great.” He deepens his voice, making you laugh.

“Uh-I can pick you up tonight?” He asks, giving your hands a nice squeeze.

“Yeah!” you smile, “um-eight o’clock is fine with me.” You say.

“Eight, yeah-yeah I can do eight.” He excitedly nods his head.

“Alright! Eight o’clock. You can tell me then where you ran off to.” You say as he chuckles.

“Eight o’clock! I’ll see you then.” He says with a nod.

“I’ll see you then. Later Peter.” You smile at him.

“Later Y/n/n.” He smiles.

Without thinking, you lean forward and peck his cheek. His face turns brighter at the feeling of your lips on his cheek. Standing straight again, you look at him and his bright face. From the heat radiating off your cheeks, you’re sure that your face is just as red as his.

“I’ll see you then Peter.”

Turning around, you see Jean holding in a smile as she stares at you. Walking over to her with a love-stricken smile on your face, you grab her hand and lead her down the path out of the park.

“What’s going on there, y/n/n?” She innocently asks, already knowing the answer.

“Oh nothing. I just have a date tonight.” You answer, avoiding eye contact with her. Any form of eye contact with her will make you break out into an exciting freakout.

“I’ll call Raven and your mom. We’re gonna need some extra help to get you ready.”

A short squeal finally escapes your mouth as you clap your hands. You try your best to contain your excitement until you get to your house. Only there would you be able to scream without a care in the world to who was watching you.

Damn.

You got him.

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The villain in your story - 2. Pyrrhic

Series Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Summary: Sure, I could be your loyal lapdog, your sweet little slut, you biggest fan. But I don’t want to be. Why should I be loyal, sweet, or supportive when I receive none of those things from you?

Pairing: Bucky x OC (Roxanne Amy)

‘Listen, my feut with Stark is something that has been going on for a long, long time,‘ she explains, ‘it’s not a subject I like to talk about. I am only doing this because you looked in pain.‘ ‘You don’t even know me.‘ ‘I know a tortured soul when I see one,‘ she answers coldly, ‘and if I can do something to help, I do.‘ ‘Okay, I won’t ask about it anymore,‘ he agrees. ‘Thank you.‘

What was she supposed to say? Oh, yeah, I used to work with Tony but then he fired me because he heard a rumor about me stealing work without evidence. She loved the work she was doing. Helping the world by helping the heroes within it. Turns out those heroes were not there for her when she needed them most. They turned her back on her without a second thought. Bruce was the only one who even considered talking to her after she was thrown out. Through all this, her ideology hasn’t changed. She still wants to help the world by helping heroes. That doesn’t mean she has to be nice to them. Helping them is enough kindness after they turned their backs to her. But the worst part, the part that hurts the most, is that Tony Stark found out that the rumor wasn’t true but was too stuck up to admit he was wrong. He never apologized for the past and so she will not apologize for her attitude. If he wants her help, he’ll just deal with her.

‘Miss Amy, mister Banner is downstairs,‘ Madeline informs Roxanne, ‘he’d like to discuss some ideas for mister Barnes’ prosthetic.‘ ‘Tell him I’ll be down in a minute,‘ she hums, gathering her things, ‘and I won’t be back in today.‘ She grabs a huge suitcase and stands up from her desk. ‘Yes ma’am.‘ And so the tick, tick, ticking of red bottoms goes down the hallway, into the elevator, and out to the reception where Bruce is waiting. ‘Good afternoon Bruce,‘ she smiles, shaking his hand. ‘Hi miss Amy,‘ he smiles back, ‘shall we?‘ ‘Please.‘ They exit the building together and walk over to the Stark Tower. Though she does not like going there, their technology is amazing and she could do so much more for Bucky if she worked there. The project has been going on for a few weeks now and she decided that having Bruce Banner on the team would make a positive change, so she recruited him and started working together. It had been a long time since she worked on anything with Bruce, but their banter picked right up where it left. The two were always great together. ‘Can I carry that for you,‘ Bruce asks, pointing at the suitcase. ‘Yes, thank you,‘ she hands it over, ‘that thing is a pain if you’re already balancing on high heels.‘ ‘I can imagine,‘ he grins, ‘now what are we working on today?‘ ‘I have two prototypes in the case, so we’re testing those first and then we can tweak with them for a bit,‘ Roxanne suggests, ‘we also have to decide on the final materials.‘ ‘Oh, yes, I’ve been thinking about that,‘ Bruce almost skips excitedly at the mention of it, ‘I found a way to make the vibranium lighter, but just as strong using carbon fiber.‘ ‘That’s great,‘ Roxanne smiles as they step into the lobby of the Stark Tower. Bruce presses the elevator button for them. ‘Are you still set on suggesting silicone for the normal arm?‘ ‘Only if he wants it. I can also understand that having a metal arm for so long would make the silicone feel weird,‘ she hums. ‘Yeah, I don’t think he’ll like it,‘ Bruce agrees, ‘maybe we can make the boning of the normal one out of vibranium for the weight and then make the case out of carbon fiber.‘ He presses the elevator button and the elevator starts moving. ‘That would be a good option. Remind me to write that down.‘ Bruce nods. ‘How are you doing by the way,‘ Bruce chuckles, ‘I completely forgot to ask.‘ ‘I’m quite alright,‘ she nods, ‘I think I’ll be able to take Stark for today. How about you?‘ ‘Doing good, yeah, oh, Peter Parker asked if he could have a look today,‘ Bruce tells her. ‘Spider-boy?‘ ‘Spiderman.‘ ‘The kid is barely a boy.‘ ‘It’s just a name. Plus, he’s a genius.‘ She rolls her eyes with a grin. ‘Aren’t we all. Sure, he can have a look.‘ ‘Good, ‘cause there’s no stopping that kid once he sets his mind to something.‘ She chuckles and shakes her head as the elevator doors open. The two walk towards the lab laughing and talking while the people in the common room look confused. They look confused each and every time she smiles or laughs with Bruce. She doesn’t even pretend to be nice to the others, but she tolerates Bruce. ‘I’m going to change real quick, just give me a second,‘ Roxanne tells Bruce before they unpack everything. He nods and watches her scurry off to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Peter Parker, James Barnes, and Steve Rogers walk in. ‘Steve, you know you can’t be here when she’s here,‘ Bruce tells him sternly. ‘Why not? Can’t she pretend to tolerate me for a little,‘ Steve sounds desperate. He wants to be in the room with his friend so bad when they’re making life changing adjustments to his body. He wants to be his support. ‘You know exactly why, don’t pretend you’re innocent,‘ Bruce says and waves his hand to tell him to go away, but he doesn’t. ‘I’m sorry, what happened,‘ Peter asks, being the intrusive person that he is. ‘It’s not important,‘ Steve says, waving the question away. This pisses of Bruce right away. ‘Not important? Are you really that daft,‘ he asks Steve, looking like he’s close to snapping, ‘leave. You’re not welcome here when Roxanne is here.‘ ‘What, but-‘ ‘I said you are not welcome,‘ Bruce snaps back at him, ‘now leave before I make you leave.‘ He obliges and leaves, almost bumping straight into Roxanne as he goes through the door. Bucky glances at her, feeling a little uncomfortable that she is the reason his best friend can’t be with him. ‘Thanks for standing up for me Bruce,‘ she smiles, ‘and you must be Peter Parker. I’m Roxanne Amy.‘ She walks over to him to shake his hand. ‘That’s me, I’m sorry, why are you nice to me,‘ he asks looking into Roxanne’s shocked eyes at his words, ‘just because I saw you talk to mister Stark last time and you didn’t seem to like him a whole lot and now the thing with Steve.‘ She nods, understanding what he means. ‘I don’t like people who wronged me,‘ she explains vaguely, ‘but why would I act mean to someone I don’t know? Although, you did call me a bitch.‘ ‘I’m so sorry. Those were Steve’s words, not mine,‘ the kid rambles. She she chuckles and nods again. ‘I know. So, should we get started?‘ She sits Bucky down on a chair again and puts on the domestic prosthetic. It’s not quite there in the way of fitting, but he can move his fingers. She takes a few steps back and look at him. ‘How does that feel?‘ ‘Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,‘ Bucky tells her with a small smile, amazed at the feeling. ‘Don’t get too used to it,‘ Bruce warns, ‘it’s lighter than your other arm at the moment, so it will get a little heavier.‘ Bucky isn’t really listening. He’s seeing how his arm works againts this own arm. ‘Barnes,‘ Roxanne says a little louder, ‘did you hear what Bruce said?‘ ‘Yes ma’am,‘ he says, amazed look on his face, ‘the connection feels a little loose, some things I want to do don’t register in the arm, but it’s a great start.‘ ‘Great, thank you for the feedback,‘ she hums and writes it down in the little notebook she keeps in her pocket, ‘mister Parker, why don’t you have a look?‘ ‘A-are you sure?’ She gestures over to Bucky. ‘You alright with it Barnes?‘ ‘Yes ma’am.‘ ‘Go ahead.‘ Peter shuffles over and has a look at the tiny, tiny electronics and clever marksmanship move in the arm when Bucky moves. ‘That’s awesome,‘ he awes, ‘but what’s this down here? It seems badly soldered.‘ He points out a small section and Roxanne has a look. She smiles brightly. ‘I think that is part of our problem with the connection,‘ she tells him, ‘sharp eye Parker.‘ A hesitant smile appears on Peter’s face. ‘Bruce, can you take the arm off, I’m making a quick note of the mistake.‘

‘Thanks for today,‘ Roxanne says to Bruce and presses a kiss to his cheek. He nods and watches her walk away with her things. Night has fallen by now, but she still insisted on walking by herself. Bucky and Bruce watch as she passes the couches in the common room and everyone falls silent. They all stare at her like she’s a disgusting piece of garbage, but she doesn’t pay them any mind. She just keeps walking. ‘So what is it that happened between all of them,‘ Bucky asks Bruce. Bruce sighs, knowing that he shouldn’t be the one to tell Bucky but how else is he going to understand. ‘Roxanne used to work here,‘ he starts, ‘and she worked really closely with Tony. She made a lot of the systems that are at work here. She always said that she wanted to help the heroes safe the world so she could feel useful.‘ Bruce walks over to the window to check if Roxanne’s fine during her walk, but being the clever girl she is she knows he’s up there and waves at him. Bucky watches the interaction. ‘And then what?‘ ‘Well, she’s a clever girl so she patented most of her work,‘ Bruce explains, ‘but because she worked closely with Tony she was able to build onto things that he patented. And then someone suddenly accused her of stealing Tony’s work and putting her own name on it.‘ ‘But she didn’t?‘ ‘No,‘ Bruce sighs, ‘in fact, this particular piece of technology was under her name and Tony modified it but he didn’t check. And when the rumors came out he just flat out fired her. He didn’t have any evidence she stole from him and yet she was out like that.‘ He snaps his finger and shakes his head. They watch as Roxanne enters the parking garage next to the glass tower. ‘But what’s the big deal then? I’m guessing Tony figured it out and apologized,‘ Bruce looks at him with a sad smile and Bucky understands right away, ‘but he didn’t.‘ ‘No, he didn’t,‘ Bruce says, ‘and the worst part is that the avengers believed Tony and turned their back on her. She was left on the street and I was the only one who knew it was Tony’s mistake. But when I tried to explain it to the others, they didn’t want to listen.‘ ‘That’s fucked up.‘ ‘Indeed it is, but I didn’t tell you. I promised her I wouldn’t tell, but I understand it can be confusing so I wanted you to know.‘

Finally, Friday rolls around again and Roxanne is long overdue for a nice night in. The day was tiring, annoying, confusing. Roxanne is very much done with anyone and everyone as she stands in the kitchen to pour herself a tall glass of wine. She isn’t proud of it, but she downs the whole glass in less than five seconds. Then she pours another, drinking about half before taking the glass and the bottle with her to the bathroom. A nice, warm bath is just what she needs right now. But before she can even draw it, her phone goes off. She debates letting it go to voicemail, but when she checks the caller ID she knows she can’t. ‘Why are you bothering me on my weekend Stark?‘ “We need to talk.“ ‘That time for talking passed a long time ago and you know it.‘ “Please, for once in your life don’t be a stubborn bit-“ ‘You better swallow those words before I cut your tongue out.‘ “Refreshing way of telling someone to watch their language.“ ‘You know me, always evolving.‘ It stays quiet for a little while. ‘Who put you up to this?‘ “I’m sorry?“ ‘You’re a stubborn piece of-‘ “Language.“ ‘And I know for a fact that you’d never call me to talk on your own accord. Otherwise you would’ve by now.‘ “Fine, Bruce asked me to at least arrange a truce between the two of us.“ ‘I’ll be over after I shower. If you waste my time, you better get on your knees and beg me to finish Bucky’s arm.‘

And so Roxanne is at the Stark Tower. Again. She doesn’t want to be there, but she’ll talk to him for Bruce. Just for Bruce. And maybe a little bit for Bucky. After all, she doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable. By now, she doesn’t even talk to the lady at the front desk anymore. Just gives her a small nods and continues on her way. The woman doesn’t even bother trying to stop her anymore. She knows she’ll get a mouthful when she does. Especially when Roxanne looks as tired as she does right now. The elevator reaches the floor of the common room and Roxanne steps out to see Tony waiting for her. He normally never does that. Next thing is that the common room is empty, which it barely ever is. Those two things combined feel like a setup to Roxanne. ‘And now,‘ she asks him. ‘Do you want anything to drink miss Amy?‘ Surprised, she nods. Normally he tries to call her by her first name to test the waters. It seems he finally started respecting her boundaries. Or he’s sweet talking her into something. ‘Yeah, just water please.‘ Tony nods and walks over to the kitchen. Roxanne follows. ‘Stark, what is going on? This is nothing like you.‘ While they’re talking, Steve Rogers walks into the room. He back off when he sees them, but leaves the door open slightly to listen in. ‘Bruce gave me some much needed insight in our... fight? And I want to make things right. Starting with offering you your old job,‘ he looks hopeful and vulnerable, but Roxanne has a hard time keeping her laughter to herself. ‘You have to be fucking kidding me,‘ she looks in his face to see any kind of sarcasm, but there is none, ‘Stark, this has been going on for years and you expect me to just hop back in without even getting an apology? People I used to call friends turned their back on me because of the lies you fed them and even when you want to make things right you can’t even acknowledge that. Not only that, but I have a company and employees to take care of now. I am not available at your every whim. You, Tony Stark, are a stupid, puny man and I haven’t got a single ounce of respect left for you. You can find someone else to do you favors because my doors are closed.‘ Tony’s face seems to shatter. It goes from despair, to sadness, to anger, and back around. He can see in her face that she finds it hard to say, because she does really want to help Bucky, but she told him this would happen and he didn’t listen. Meanwhile, the avengers start dripping into the room. One by one, they stop each other in the doorway to look at the scene in front of them. ‘But what about Bucky?‘ ‘What about him?‘ ‘Will you finish his arm?‘ She crosses her arms and looks him straight in the eye. ‘I told you over the phone what would happen if you wasted my time,‘ she tells him, ‘so you either get on your knees and beg, or I’m walking out.‘ By now, Tony is awfully aware that the avengers are all watching them. He doesn’t want to kneel for her, but her knows she won’t back down. And this one time, he actually needs someone else to help him. Other times he could take longer and do it himself, but she is a specialist. She’ll never be able to do it like her. There isn’t another option. He starts to move, but gets interrupted. ‘Tony, please don’t,‘ Steve calls over to him. Tony sighs, but continues getting on his knees. ‘Roxanne, I beg you-‘ There it is. He was sweet talking her. Her face turns stone cold. ‘It’s still miss Amy to you,‘ she snaps at him. The group looks in pain as they watch their leader like this. Weak, small. Not even because of a person they consider a threat. It hurts them as much as it hurts him. ‘Miss Amy, I beg you,‘ Tony mumbles, ‘please do me this last favor.‘ ‘No,‘ she states, ‘I’m finishing my job, but I’m not doing it for you. Now get up, you look pathetic.‘ He doesn’t waste any time doing so. ‘Don’t you think you took it a little far Roxanne,‘ Steve asks her, stepping closer to the two. She holds up her finger as a warning. He stops walking. ‘Cap, first of all, it’s miss Amy to you, and secondly, you’re a wonderful person,‘ she tells him with a smile that holds too many emotions to count, ‘but this is between Stark and me.‘ ‘I know, but don’t you think this is a little much?‘ ‘I know it’s too much,‘ she admits to him, her voice a little shakier than before, ‘but it’s not my fault, believe it or not. I tried to be nice. I fucking tried!‘ Steve looks away from her eyes. The confrontation is too much for him. ‘I know-‘ ‘No you don’t!‘ She looks seething with rage, her eyes screaming hellfire. ‘You all made me out to be the villain and now I can’t get shit done without being disrespected! Be glad I still have a soft spot for you or you would be dying of vibranium cancer from your dumb shield, Natasha would probably still be hunted, and Peter wouldn’t have his stupid little webshooter.‘ Suddenly, it seems like the floor has a magnetic effect on their eyes. No one dares to look at Roxanne except for Bucky. Bucky, who is one of little people in the room to have been the villain too. ‘That’s what I thought,‘ Roxanne says, a tear slipping onto her cheek, ‘I’m done. I’m finishing Bucky’s arm but that’s it. Time for apologies has passed. Stay out of my way.‘

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