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zenith-impact · 4 years ago

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Embers Part One

DilucxPyro!Reader

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After you're saved from an Abyss Mage by a mysterious, red-haired stranger, you come to realize that your pyro abilities are not as strong as you had hoped. But with the help of Lumine, the Knights of Favonius, and your savior in black, you might come out of Mondstadt with much more than you ever expected.

Part Two

You’d been chasing a certain abyss mage for at least a week now, and frustration was beginning to set in. You’d seen it a few times, but it always managed to elude you. Now, you were certain it had a domain nearby, but you weren’t sure where it was. You’d checked all the suspicious rocks, gone through two separate and suspiciously empty temples. But still there was no sign of your target. But despite the lack of findings, you were persistent. You would get your treasure back. This mage wouldn’t stop you.

Then, after a week of searching, sleeping outside, and fighting a handful of Hilichurls, you caught a break. A stray fire blob knocked down a magical barrier you hadn’t seen. And, after beating the Hilichurl that threw the pseudo-bomb in the first place, you turned your attention to the new domain. All you could do now was hope your target was inside.

As you stepped into the unknown, you pulled on a little of your Pyro power to light up the space. The entryway was dark and dusty with cobwebs you burned and spiders larger than your head. On any other day, you might have been creeped out, but today, all you cared about was taking down the thieving Cryo Mage. The rest was just an annoyance.

Finally, you reached the inner sanctum. And there it was. The Abyss Mage that had driven you crazy for so long. And around its neck was a chain with a red crystal feather. Your prized possession in his grasp.

You summoned your sword, lighting it ablaze with a burst of energy. It was a smaller blade, but it did what you needed it to do. Your real power was currently strapped around this creature’s neck. “Give it back,” You said, twirling your sword with nervous energy. You’d never actually faced an Abyss Mage on your own. Usually your father or someone else in your town was there to back you up. But your journey had been long, and there was no one else willing to take it. You were confident you could handle yourself. Break the shield, your father would say. Then it’s all yours. It sounded simple, but as the creature turned to face you, and the large blue shield surrounded its body, you were unable to stop the shred of doubt in the back of your mind. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, banishing those thoughts.

“You followed me here?” The creature said, its shrill voice making you flinch. “How persistent.”

“You know what I want.”

“And I’m not giving it to you,” The Mage said, its little body swaying back and forth in the air. You always thought they looked a little strange with their beady blue eyes on a mask of dark blue. Its fluffy chest gave way to a robe of some kind, with dark blues and white snowflakes. It was smaller than you, but you knew not to underestimate it. “You only used a fraction of its power, and I will learn to use it all.”

Your eyes narrowed. You weren’t certain how your treasure would help a Cryo Mage. You’d never seen it used with anything but Pyro. But maybe it could be manipulated by a different form of magic and you, only having one, would never know. If this thing had practiced with his own abilities, then you might be in more trouble than you thought. But you kept your confident front, pointing your sword toward its chest. “I’m not playing games with you.”

The Abyss Mage laughed. “You can’t beat me. You’re not strong enough.”

You leapt forward, slicing your sword through the air. But the Mage vanished, and you barely dodged a block of ice dropping out of the sky. You spun around to strike again, and an arc of fire flew from your weapon. It struck the Mage, but you only saw a small dent in his shield. That creeping feeling of doubt almost crippled you, but you managed to dodge a few more strikes before diving at it again. This time, your sword collided with the shield, piercing just a fraction through it. The Mage shrieked and vanished. This time, you swung just before it reappeared, and your fire broke the shield. The mage fell for a moment, but was on its feet and throwing ice before you had a chance to attack again. You narrowly dodged each one, twisting and turning your way through the onslaught. But as you reached it, the Mage threw a block of ice, knocking you into the back wall. You grunted, as you felt your skin cool. You grabbed your arm, trying to warm up what you could. But the ice was persistent, and you could feel it spreading the longer you waited. You took a step forward, but another blast of ice knocked you down. The Mage cackled as it floated closer, its shield reforming. “I warned you,” it said, swirling its snowflake staff in the air. “Now you die.”

In an act of desperation, you threw your hand out, trying to feel for the feather. A flicker of its power pierced your mind and you threw your hand back. The chain yanked on the back of the Mage, pulling him forward before it shattered. The feather landed in your hand and you drew on whatever magic you could.

But before you could do anything, a great bird of fire slammed into the mage. It shrieked as it flew backward, its shield decimated. Surprised, you tried to get to your feet but crumbled against the wall. A blur of black and red flew over your head and a man with a great sword landed a few feet in front of you. The Mage rushed to stand up again, but the man slammed his sword down next to his head. “Finally,” He said. “You mages can only elude me for so long.”

“The Darknight Hero,” The Abyss Mage hissed. “What are you doing here.”

“Does it matter?” The redhead said.

“You never would have found me without her,” The Mage said. Red eyes glanced back at you for the first time, but all you could do was shiver as you slid further down the wall. Your skin was slowly turning blue, and your own Pyro powers were struggling to keep up. You kept your grip on the feather, but just barely. Your fingers felt like they were going to fall off at any moment. You barely heard the Mage’s next words. “Good luck saving her now. She’ll freeze before you…”

Fire erupted around the mage’s body. It screamed, scrambling for anything. But nothing came to his aid. And in a few seconds, its body disintegrated into ash before vanishing as if it never existed. The redhead was by your side before you had a chance to blink, his hand on your shoulder. A warmth spread from his palm, stronger than any of your own magic. You stared up into his red eyes as you slumped against the wall, relieved. “Hold on,” He said, his voice lulling you into a sense of security. Your eyes fluttered as your hand fell to your side. The feather fell out of it, but you couldn’t reach for it. Everything was too cold. His other hand closed around the feather, placing it back in your hand and warming your fingers enough so you could grasp it again. You tried to mutter a thank you, but nothing came out.

“Hold on,” He said again. “You’re not going to die here.”

You tried to smile, but all your body did was drag you into a cold sleep.

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The Dawn Winery was cold when Diluc entered it, something he was quick to rectify. Fireplaces were lit. Windows were shut, and Adelinde made sure that very few people came in and out until you warmed up. Diluc had managed to dispel most of the ice just by carrying you back, but there was some left that his Pyro powers hadn’t reached. He was most concerned about your heart, but one of his workers assured him that your pulse was normal.

So, as he ordered a large number of blankets and found a clean room you could use, he wondered what exactly you’d been doing on your own. And facing down an Abyss Mage, no less. Had you been that confident in your abilities? Or had you merely underestimated the threat? You were lucky he had been in the area, as concerned citizens from another town over had sent a commission to Mondstadt to track the Mage down. Diluc had seen the mini-explosion from a good distance away, but he hadn’t seen you enter, nor had he realized you were even there until the Mage boasted about its kill. But clearly, you had some reason to have tracked the thing down, and he had a feeling it had to do with the crystal feather you had yet to let go of even in your half-frozen state. Had the Mage taken it from you? It was possible. For all of their grandstanding, Abyss Mages seemed to like shiny things. But he’d overheard the creature talking about some kind of special power, one that you probably knew about. And it intrigued Diluc, if only for a moment.

“Master Diluc?”

He glanced at Adelinde as she gently pushed the door open with the last of the blankets. “Will this be enough?”

“It should be,” he said, crossing his arms as she tossed the final blanket over your fragile form. You’d stopped shivering a few minutes ago, so he assumed progress was being made. Now it was all a matter of when – or if – you’d wake up. He tried not to think too much about the latter. He and his staff had done everything they could. It was up to you now.

Slowly, he reached over to your hand and pried the feather from your fingers. Your hand twitched, but finally, let go after a bit of coaxing. “The chain’s broken,” He muttered. “Do we have anything to replace it with?”

“I can send someone to Mondstadt if you’d like.”

Diluc nodded as he handed her the feather. “Make it quick.”

“I also took a look at her sword as you asked,” Adelinde said. “It is chipped, I’m afraid. I’m uncertain if it is because of the ice or simply old age.”

“She’ll need something new then.”

“You also have a visitor,” Adelinde said as she moved back to the door.

Diluc’s eyebrow twitched. “Who?”

“Kaeya.”

“Kick him out.”

“I tried,” Adelinde said with an awkward, apologetic bow. “But he was insistent.”

Diluc resisted the urge to grumble his annoyance as he made his way back down the stairs. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to congratulate you on a job well done,” Kaeya said with a wide grin. They may have once considered each other brothers, but Diluc and Kaeya were as different as could be. Kaeya was wearing his normal fur cloak and revealing white jacket despite the cold. Diluc kept himself warm naturally, though his long black coat helped. Kaeya had blue hair. Diluc had red. Kaeya was a cryo user while Diluc honed his Pyro skills. And Diluc struggled around Kaeya. There was too much bad blood between them – blood that Kaeya seemed to forget about on a weekly or sometimes daily basis. “The Darknight Hero strikes again.”

Diluc frowned. He had sent back an anonymous message to Mondstadt the moment the job was done, but Kaeya visit was too quick. The message wouldn’t have even reached the Knights of Favonius yet. “You were following me.”

Kaeya shrugged. “I saw you while on patrol. You can’t blame me for being curious.” He tilted his head with that same, annoying smile. “What happened to that pretty lady you brought back?”

“That is none of your concern,” Diluc said.

“Are you certain?” Kaeya said. “The Knights of Favonius have excellent healers.”

“She’s fine,” Diluc said through gritted teeth. He hated the idea of taking you to the Knights. Not only would the trip take a significant amount of time, but he couldn’t even guarantee they’d protect you. Most of them were lazy and worthless, preferring to sit on their asses rather than do anything useful. And he wasn’t going to let Kaeya take you back. Never that. He didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him. “Now leave.”

“Aren’t you interested in the commission reward?”

“No,” Diluc said as he turned around.

“It’s a hefty amount of Mora.”

“Tell them to keep it.”

Kaeya bowed in that infuriating way he did when he was trying to mock Diluc: one arm swept to the side before coming to his chest in a wide arc. “As you wish, Master Diluc.”

“Get out.”

Kaeya left, but Diluc couldn’t get that smug grin out of his head.

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You woke up with a splitting headache wrapped in so many blankets that you couldn’t move. Panic wracked you for about half a second until you managed to wiggle your arm out of its prison and eventually free yourself from the rest. But still you laid there, blankets piled on top of you, staring up at the ceiling of a room you didn’t recognize. A fireplace was lit across from the bed, and there were a simple closet and dresser to the right. One window looked out over a vineyard and you saw the moon hanging proudly in the sky.

How long had you been out for? At least half a day, though you had a feeling it was much longer than that. Although you remembered the cold touch of the Mage’s magic, you were now sweating, and your clothes were soaked with a mixture of that and melted ice. Wonderful you thought as you finally found the strength to sit up. And your bag was gone. Silly of you to leave it at the last campsite thinking you’d return triumphant in less than a few hours. You wondered if someone had found it by now, or if the Hilichurls had torn it apart.

And where were you anyway? You had planned on visiting Mondstadt after your hunt if only to restock your supplies, but now you had no idea or direction. Was it that city in the distance outside your window? You hoped so. You had never seen it before, though. So maybe it was somewhere else entirely.

A knock at the door drew your attention. “May I come in?” A female voice said.

“Sure,” You said, embarrassed at how hoarse you sounded. A maid stepped in with an all too recognizable bag. Relief spread through you, though you weren’t quite sure how she’d found it. “Master Diluc found a campsite near the domain,” She said as if reading your mind. “We assumed this was yours.”

“You’d be right,” You said as you started to stand. But she crossed the room in an instant, putting the bag beside you as the back of her hand touched your forehead. “Warm,” She said more to herself than you. “Good. We were worried you’d be cold forever.” She smiled with a slight tilt of her head. “My name is Adelinde and welcome to the Dawn Winery.”

Dawn Winery. You’d heard about it at some point, but you never imagined you’d visit it. But you supposed you were bound to run into it eventually on your journey. Especially if it was this close to Mondstadt. “The redhead that saved me,” You said. “Is he…?”

“He’s working at the bar in Mondstadt at the moment,” Adelinde said. “I’m here to take care of you.” She smiled as her hands folded together in front of her. “You’re hungry, yes? We have plenty of food to choose from. Just say the word and we’ll cook whatever you want.”

“… Do you have some fruit?”

Adelinde laughed. “Of course. I’ll leave you to change. Feel free to come downstairs if you’re feeling up to it. Otherwise, I’ll come to check up on you in half an hour or so.” You nodded and she gave you a small curtsy before leaving the room. You tested the waters, letting your feet rest on the floor. Once you were confident they could hold your weight, you pushed your way off the bed. You stumbled a few steps, hand grabbing onto the mantle of the fireplace. You groaned, hand on your head as you blinked away the fatigue. You’d been sleeping long enough, you decided, although you weren’t sure how long was “long enough”. It didn’t matter. You’d gotten your treasure back now you could…

You glanced at your hand in alarm before reaching up to your neck. Your feather was gone! But where would someone have put it? Why would they take it from you? Did they know what it could do? Surely not! You hadn’t even managed to show it off to the Abyss Mage!

You stumbled to the door, then thought better of it. You needed to change first. But every muscle was screaming at you to stop. Your head ached. Your ears kept popping. Everything felt so wrong, yet you were determined to keep pushing forward. You had to find that feather. You didn’t come all this way and risk your life just to lose it again. So after you put on your more comfortable clothes (you’d really have to get some new stuff in Mondstadt if they couldn’t fix your drenched outfit), you headed to the stairwell with your head held high. Adelinde looked up at you with something akin to an amused smirk, as if she could see right through your act. And you weren’t particularly surprised. The way you walked down the stairs was about as graceful as someone with two left feet. But you managed to make it, looking up at her with the best smile you could manage. “Have you seen my necklace? It seems to have gone missing.”

“Master Diluc was having a new chain made for it,” Adelinde said. “He’ll likely be back with it later tonight.”

Likely? You didn’t like that answer, but it was all you got at the moment. It was thoughtful of him to make a new chain, but you wished you’d been part of that decision or taken care of it yourself. You did have some Mora to your name. You’d have to make it up to him later. “What is there to eat?”

“Whatever you want,” Adelinde said as she directed you toward the kitchen. “We made Sweet Chicken Madame earlier if you’re interested in that. I’ve also pulled out all the fruit I could find, so feel free to pick whatever you want.”

To be honest, you were ravenous, more than ready to scarf down anything in your path. But you did so with dignity, trying not to seem too desperate. You’d run out of supplies last night, so this was the first thing you’d had in… however long it had been.

“How long was I out?” You said between bites.

“Two days.”

You nearly choked on your grapes. “Two days?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s how long it took for me to… warm-up?”

“Yep.”

You groaned. Your pyro magic should have managed better than that. You glanced down at your waist where your vision was proudly displayed. Yet for as long as you had it – a few years by this point – you were still learning how to master it. Your father was an excellent pyro user, and you’d gotten this vision during one of his hunts when your brother had been in trouble. And you were okay with it. You could light things up, maintain fire on your sword, and a few other things. But you needed outlets for it. You couldn’t just direct the flames wherever you wanted. Not without a conduit. That’s why your father had used some of his own power on the feather, and why you needed it back.

“When will… Diluc be back?”

“In an hour or two,” Adelinde said. “Don’t worry too much. We’re not interested in stealing your things.”

You blushed, looking back at your food. “I wasn’t accusing you.”

Adelinde chuckled. “I know, but you’re clearly worried.”

You touched your chest and sighed. “I’ve been without it for too long.”

“Eat up,” Adelinde said. “You’ll need your strength if you’re going to fight Abyss Mages anytime soon.”

You grimaced. “I think I’ve had my fill of that.”

Adelinde chuckled. “Indeed.”

#genshin impact #diluc #reader #dilucxreader #kaeya

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peter-parkourwrites · 6 years ago

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Searching For Forever ~ Part 1 (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Warnings: Swearing,, mediocre writing, uh angst ig??

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path, and Steve chooses the opposite, and you’re in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyones favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, and the one you fall for.

Part 2 is here

A/N: Hi!! Part 1 is here!! I hope you all love it as much as I do, thank you for reading. I am going to hopefully have part 2 up sometime next week. I will let you all know the night before I post it. Enjoy! Love you all,, xx ~ Devyn <3

Civil War Part 1 -

“Miss Stark?” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your ears. You lay disheveled on your floor. Hair up in a messy bun, and stains covering your clothes of chemicals, food, and water.

“Yes, Friday?” You called back as you jotted down another equation into your notebook for later solving. School was most certainly your least favorite thing, well, that and your dad being mad at you. Your father, Tony Stark a world-famous billionaire and genius, and he loved to add onto that with ‘playboy and philanthropist.’ While the last part was true he had now had a steady relationship going with Pepper Potts. When you were dropped off at your father’s house at the age of three, by your mother, Pepper had been the one to whip Tony into shape and made him realize he had a responsibility now. You.

“Your father is asking if you could join him for something to eat.”

“Eat? It’s only three…”

“Miss, it’s seven o’clock. He said dinner is ready and he needs to discuss some things with you.” You pushed yourself up off the floor and closed the notebook, making sure to mark your place with a pencil.

“I swear if this is about me stealing all of Caps sweatshirts again…” You grumbled and walked out of your room after putting on a clean shirt. You feet collided with the cool marble flooring, a soft pitter-patter echoing off the walls of the tower. As the elevator whirred and took you down to the dining area, you picked at your cubicles, a nervous tick you had picked up since you had found out your dad was Iron Man. You had snuck into his lab one night when you were seven. Trouble sleeping and lack of comfort from him led you to where you were standing in the lab. Your jaw hits the floor, the teddy bear in your hand, -who you ironically named snuffles because really what kid didn’t have a weird name for their stuffed bears- had hit the floor with a gentle thud. Right in front of your eyes was your father testing out his new suit, DUM-E right by his side holding up a fire extinguisher.

“YOU'RE IRON MAN?!” Your voice filled the lab, and Tony jumped slightly, one of his arms getting knocked loose from the suit.

“(Y/N)!” He hissed, “What the hel-heck are you doing in here! You should be asleep!” Tony yelled, his face turning red from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t really tell. You bent down and picked up snuffles drawing him into your chest as you held him close.

“I-I couldn’t s-sleep and Miss Potts isn’t here so…” You shrugged and Tony sighed, a greasy hand running through his hair as he climbed out of the suit. He sat down on a stool and motioned for you to walk over. A small smile graced your features as you happily walked up towards him, hair bobbing around as you jumped with every step. Tony let out a small chuckle as he wiped his hands with a rag and reached out for you. He lifted you up and sat you on his knee.

“Listen pumpkin, you can’t tell anyone about this. This is our little secret… okay?”

“Okay!” You cheered nodding at him and holding up your pinkie. He laughed and linked his with yours.

“You can’t tell anyone, not Miss Potts, Happy, your uncle Rhodey… no one. This is dangerous and I don’t want anyone to know.”

“But why not?” You asked moving your attention from the bear in your arms up to his face. Your big (y/e/c) doe eyes made his heart warm at the sight.

“Because pumpkin, you could all get hurt. And I can’t let that happen. Especially not to you.”

“I’ll be fine daddy, you’re iron man!” You giggled and he shook his head a small laugh escaping past his lips. You were so young and had yet to figure out the dangers of this world. Tony wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible, he was going to protect you no matter the cost. His hand cupped the back of your small head as he gently pulled you closer to his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You smiled warmly and looked up at him.

“I love you too Papa.” You hummed and rested your head against his chest again, your eyes scanning the room around you as you asked, “Does this mean I get my own suit now?”

“No.” He stated, before laughing softly. “You’re too young, and-”

“Then can I try on your suit?!” You cried out, raising your head from his chest and giving him a goofy grin. He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head.

“Not tonight pumpkin, it’s time for bed.”

“(Y/n)!” Your father’s cheery voice filled your ears as the elevator doors slid open.

“Hey Old Man, Miss Potts.” You greeted the pair as you walked up to the kitchen island and climbed up onto one of the obnoxiously high stools.

“(y/n/n), sweetie how many times have I told you to call me Pepper?” Pepper said, looking over at you with a teasing smile. You chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“Heh, sorry force of habit I guess… Anyways uh what’s for dinner?”

“Cheeseburgers and I made them.” Tony grinned and you sighed shaking your head.

“Well, Pepper guess we had better start apartment searching.” You said nudging the blonde woman's arm. She laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call the relators now.”

“No no no! There is no need for that. I didn’t even burn the kitchen down!”

“Yeah, this time! Besides for all we know this could be an illusion Old Man.”

“Oh, can it. I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled turning away from the both of you and grabbing the plates. He handed them out before sitting down across from you. You looked down at the burger and fries sitting beside it. You tossed a fry into your mouth and chewed, before picking up the burger. Your eyes flickered from the burger to Pepper who was looking over at you as well. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you bite into it.

You placed it down again and nodded, your eyes meeting the cheerful face of your father.

“It’s… really good. Nice job Dad.” You said with a smile as he gave you a goofy grin and cheered.

“I knew it! Now next time you underestimate my cooking you’ll be eating rats.”

“Dad!” you screeched, “Tony!” Pepper and you called at the same time making you chuckle a bit.

“Oh whatever anyways, what I needed to talk about Uhm…” Tony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Do you remember a few days ago your Uncle Steve and crew went to Lagos.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Wanda… she uh. She basically contained the blast but she threw it upward near a building, which was full of Wakandan humanitarian workers.”

“Wait wait so, Rumlow the guy I told you looked like a bad guy, tried to steal that staff thing or whatever it was, and then blew himself up, causing Wanda to hurt Wakandans?”

“Yes, now we have some of it under control. We are getting word to Wakanda and they will be handling everything with the families but, Secretary Ross-”

“I hate that guy…” You grumbled taking another bite of food.

“So do I pumpkin, but he informed all of us that we need to have a meeting about what happened. So the rest of the team is coming back soon, and we will have a meeting tomorrow night.” Tony said as he took the last bite of his burger and sighed. “So just be prepared for anything to happen.”

“Already am Dad.” You said with a reassuring smile as you stood up and put your plate in the sink. “Besides you guys will work it out and come up with a solution together, you always do.” You said walking back over to him and placing a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled and hugged you before standing up. “I’m gonna get back to work… I’ll see you two in the morning, night Pepper, night Dad.”

“Goodnight (y/n), sleep well.” Pepper said as she poured herself a cup of tea. You smiled at her and waved before walking over to the elevator.

“Night Pumpkin!” Tony called off as you walked into the elevator. A small smile curled on your lips as the doors slid shut. You hit the button for your floor and up went the elevator with a quiet whir.

“(Y/N)?! Hellooooo?” Ned snapped his fingers in your face making you jump. You brought the palms of your hands up to your eyes and rubbed them gently before looking up across the table at him and Peter with an apologetic grin.

“Sorry Ned, uh what was that?” You asked bringing your pencil up to your face and tapping it against your lip.

Last night all seemed like one big blur. You had gone back up to your room and sat down in front of your Ap Physics homework, the equations jumbled together in your head, mixing with thoughts of how the meeting tomorrow would play out. Everything was a mess. You tried calling Steve but he sent you straight to voicemail. You assumed it was because technology was never his strong suit, but when you had called Nat she told you he was sitting alone on the jet by himself and refusing to speak. Which was never a good time in anyone’s case. And it didn’t help the fact that Wanda refused to talk to anyone either, leaving Sam and Nat to chat amongst themselves or sleep. Which Nat had problems with in the first place. So the two of you remained talking for most of the night, she explained what happened during the mission, and how she took down some of his men after chasing them through the crowded village streets. A real mess, the mission actually turned out to be, even if they did stop Rumlow… sort of. You knew this whole thing was going to be one huge lawsuit, and mess to clean up. Nat had urged you to sleep after talking until three am, and when you argued she hung up, leaving you to sit and ponder for a while until your alarm blared twenty minutes after you fell asleep. You had no clue you were awake that long, figuring you were dreaming when in reality you sat alone with your clouded and messy thoughts. They ran a mile a minute and nothing made sense. Not then, and certainly not now as you sat across from a rambling Ned and Peter in study hall.

“I asked if later tonight you wanted to come over to Peters with us and watch Star Wars? Right, Pete.” Ned asked, giving the blushing boy beside him a knowing glance before turning back to you.

“Oh uh yeah, yep. We were gonna grab sandwiches from Delmars on the way back along with some snacks and just hang out like we used to before…” He gulped and faked winced. “SAT’s.” You chuckled softly at his dramatic performance and leaned back in your chair, a yawn escaping past your somewhat chapped lips, after licking them nervously all day long.

“I would love to!” The boys perked up at that sentence, “But I can’t… I need to be at home. My father has a meeting tonight.” The boys frowned in sync before Peter’s face seemed to light up and a glimmer of hope shown in his eyes.

“Wait do you have to be there? Like will the world end if you’re not?”

“Dude, she said no. Her dad is Tony Stark I mean I don’t think she’d be able to get out of it anyways.” Ned’s disappointment was seemingly making you and Peter upset, but Peter did have a good point.

“Actually, Pete’s right. I can just call and ask him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, as long as I’m home by ten. Which won’t be a problem with Happy.” They nodded their heads eagerly and you shook your head with a small chuckle, opting to call your father later and going back to your studies.

“‘Sup Losers.” Mj stated as she dropped her sketchbook on the table open to a freshly drawn image of you. As your brow raised in confusion, you reached over and picked up the book, your eyes skimming over the charcoal drawing and chuckling softly to yourself before handing it back to her.

“Hey Michelle, I guess I was another one of your ‘muses’ again? What was it this time, me being dead tired, or over-stressed?”

“A bit of both, Stark. You always have an interesting expression. Hard to read but not impossible.” She said before closing her book and slinking back in her chair as her gaze fixated on Ned and Peter. “I think your nerds are broken, (Y/N/N).” You looked up and rolled your eyes realizing Peter and Ned’s mouths were agape, and they had confused looks on their faces.

“Ahem, Peter… Ned, this is Michelle. She’s in my art appreciation class.”

“My friends call me MJ.” She said pushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“So… why doesn’t (Y/N) call you MJ?” Peter asked, raising a brow as he looked between the both of you. MJ let out an annoyed huff while you chuckled.

“Well, I forget sometimes.”

“No, it’s because you’re a loser like them and do it to annoy me.” MJ chimed in with a small smirk as she pulled out her notebook.

“Hey! We are not losers!” Peter squeaked making you laugh, and shrug.

“Yes you are, we all are. Right MJ?” You said looking over at her with a playful smirk.

“Nah (Y/N/N) you are because you hang out with them.”

“What’re you doing right now?” You asked leaning forward in your chair to reach for a pretzel from Peter’s snack bag.

“Touche Stark, Touche… Anyways going back to art, did you finish your assignment yet?” MJ spoke up as she began jotting down notes in her book.

“Haha no. I don’t know how I’ll get any photos of Spider-Man for the school paper. One no one reads that and two, I’m not even allowed out into the city!” You cried, wincing as people around your table shushed you. You shot them an apologetic smile before continuing. “I mean I live with the Avengers for god’s sake and I haven’t even met him. My dad talks about him and his work all the time. Although, he’s never actually met him… that much I know.” Your gaze flickered up to Peter for a moment as he shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat, before focusing on Ned as he spoke up.

“You know the only reason they want those photos is because for whatever, stupid… very stupid reason, Flash runs it and he wants those photos, and he thinks people will read it.”

“I swear he’s so gay for Spider-Man.” You joked as Peter let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. The three of you turned to look at him and waited for him to explain what the hell it was about.

“Uh… ahem, sorry I was thinking about a cat video on youtube… yeah…”

“Okay…? Well, I’ll leave you weirdos to it.” MJ said, standing up and gathering her things.

“What so were just weirdos now?”

“Yeah gotta keep you on your toes Stark. Now, are you coming with me to grab an early lunch or are you just gonna starve till third?”

“Nope, on my way. Bye, Ned and Peter! I’ll see you after school, yeah?” You asked pushing your chair in and walking off towards MJ as they called back.

“Yeah bye (Y/N)!” Ned called.

“B-bye (Y/N/N)!” Peter called before immediately looking down towards his notes. Ned rolled his eyes and elbowed him, hard. “Dude!” Peter hissed, looking towards his best friend.

“When are you going to tell her that you like her? We have known her since middle school, and you’ve had the biggest crush on her since then.”

“I have not!” Peter retorted before messily scribbling down the last of his homework.

“Yes, you have. Just tell her!”

“No, Ned! She can’t know, one her dad would track me down and kill me if I ever hurt her, and I really don’t need any avengers coming for my ass, and two she’s out of my league!”

“Peter if she’s out of your league then so am I. I mean come on, she chooses to hang out with us, she doesn’t have to. Hell when you dropped your orange juice all over her on the first day of sixth grade she could have hated you and had her dad kill you then for ruining her converse and she didn’t, she smiled and helped you clean it up. You were so frazzled you couldn’t even figure out how to wipe up a liquid.”

“Yeah because she was so sweet about it and ask if I was okay. I should have been asking her that.”

“Exactly! So tell her, or I will.” Ned joked before closing his textbook and standing up, as Peter stuffed his books into his bag.

“Ned, no. God, it’s just… complicated, look I’ll talk to you later I gotta get to class.” Peter muttered before rushing off down the hallway.

“Look (Y/N/N), all I’m saying is you could avoid getting yelled at by Miss Henderson if you didn’t question her teaching methods all the time.” MJ said as she closed her locker and looked over at you with crossed arms.

“Well it’s not my fault she barely knows the difference between oil paintbrushes and acrylic.”

“There is little to no difference!”

“But there is still a difference!”

“A difference in what?” Ned asked as him and Peter approached you. A soft groan fell from your lips as you pushed yourself up from your locker.

“It’s nothing, uh I’m basically ready to leave just have to ask my dad. I’ll see ya later MJ?” You asked raising a brow up at your dark-haired friend. She nodded, saluting you playfully before walking off.

“Sounds good, we'll meet you out front yeah?” Peter asked shooting you a small smile. You nodded and pulled out your phone when they walked off. You scrolled through your contacts and clicked on Tonys, it rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hey pumpkin, everything alright?”

“Hey Dad, yeah I’m fine. How’re things over there?” You asked biting at your nails from nervousness. He was silent for a few minutes before letting out a small sigh.

“Messy… uh I mean everyone is resting right now. We were shown something called the Sokovia Accords that the UN wants to pass.”

“What do they have to do with you guys?” You asked, walking towards the front doors that led outside.

“It’s a lot actually… I Uhm, they want to oversee us. The world sees us as a threat more than saviors. Which is understandable but they are hosting a meeting in Vienna and I need you to go with Nat, I can’t attend and neither can Pepper.”

“Wait but dad I-I have school?!”

“Not like you haven’t missed it before kid. You’ll be fine. But you leave tomorrow morning.”

“Fine, but if I miss any big tests and fail I am blaming you. But I was actually calling to ask about tonight. Can I go over to Peter’s? Ned and him want to watch Star Wars and study.”

“Wow, how entertaining…”

“Dad, I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice.”

“That’s the point, but I suppose just be back bef-”

“Before ten, yeah yeah I know the drill. Bye Tin Can love you!”

“Love you too, be safe,” Tony said before hanging up. You sighed and pocketed your phone before walking outside.

What in the hell could the Sokovia Accords even mean? And why do Nat and I have to go to a conference in Vienna?! And if we live here why the fuck does the UN want to try and control us… All these thoughts flooded your mind. I mean really what the hell could the United Nations do? Your entire family did save New York and the rest of the world from impending doom from Loki, and you even helped. Sure you weren’t out there with the rest of the action but you helped back at the tower. You kept tabs on everyone, checked their vitals out in the field all while in the comfort of your fathers' lab. Sure you didn’t fly into space and destroy the entryway like your father had, but you did what you could, and it was enough.

“He said it was cool, you ready to head out?” You asked, walking up to Peter and Ned as they chatted away about legos. You let a small chuckle slip past your lips as they turned and gave you a horrified look. “Relax nerds, I won’t tell Flash about your lego escapades. Now let’s get those sandwiches I am starving.” Peter let out a nervous chuckle before nodding.

“You’re telling me… I woke up late and didn’t eat breakfast.” Peter admitted as you all began to walk towards the infamous sandwich shop.

“Pete, you know May hates that.” Ned said with a small laugh as he walked turned onto the street leading away from Midtown.

“I’m surprised she didn’t ground you. I mean I remember that one time she found out when we were over at Neds and she made you go back home immediately.” You added nudging Ned slightly who broke out into a fit of laughter at the memory.

“Yeah yeah, I remember you were in such a rush your glasses fell off your face and you stepped on them.”

“Yeah which May was only more mad about. But I mean she knows this time she just isn’t happy about it.” Peter grumbled kicking at a stone on the sidewalk. You chuckled and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Well, we can make up for it with subs and junk food.” You said with a content sigh, as you all walked off towards the shop. Conversations ensued about many things, homework, what classes were really bothering you, Flash’s shitty teasing, and whether or not Mr. Harrington and his wife were going to last. It seemed like every class the poor guy had a new sob story about something shitty she ended up doing.

“Listen, all I’m saying is if she doesn’t love him anymore leave don’t lie to the poor man,” Peter said as he held the door open and let Ned and yourself walk in. You took in the smell of fresh bread and deli meats, a gentle hum of delight escaping your lips

“Peter it’s way more complicated than that.” Ned said as you walked up to the counter to pet the cat.

“He does have a point, Peter, I mean there’s divorce papers, lawyers, court, and who even knows if they signed a prenup. Probably not with how she treats the poor dude.”

“How who treats who?” Mr. Delmar’s voice rang through your ears, and a smile perked at the sides of your mouth.

“Delmar! My man, what's up?” You said scratching behind the cats' ears once more before walking over to the main counter, Ned and Peter following beside you.

“Eh working, sick of teenagers, what else is new. I see you’re still hanging with my least favorite customers.” He teased motioning towards Peter and Ned. You laughed and shrugged as they let out fake gasps.

“Mr. Delmar, I will have you know if it weren’t for Ned and I’s reviews on Yelp you wouldn't be named the best sandwich shop in Queens!” Peter said grinning and resting his arm on your shoulder. A small blush crept up your neck and onto your cheeks, looking anywhere but Peter’s chocolate brown eyes. Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself and rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly at his comment.

“Yeah okay Pete, anyways the usual please!” You said with a small grin as Mr. Delmar chuckled and got to work.

“I’m smashing down all of them real flat… correct?”

“Yes.” You all said in unison. Ned simply shrugged before taking out his phone and typing away. Peter grabbed a bag of Doritos, and some gummy worms to eat for later, and Ned grabbed a pack of starbursts and lays. You pondered the choices for a moment before grabbing a bag of Fritos and gummy bears, along with some chips for Sam, who always complained when you never got him any.

After Mr. Delmar handed you the sandwiches, you took them with a warm smile and said goodbye before heading out and walking off to Peters. Once at Peters, the TV was switched on to Star Wars A New Hope, and you all studied away, ate snacks, and joked. Occasionally your eyes would flicker to the movie, and then back to your paper in front of you.

You jumped slightly when your phone buzzed on the coffee table beside you. You huffed slightly noticing it was 9 o’clock meaning Happy was here. You brought the phone up to your ear and spoke up.

“Hey, Hap.”

“You’re late.”

“No you’re early the drive from Peter’s to the Tower is half an hour tops.”

“Oh whatever kid, your dad wanted me to get you so let's get a move on. I have your favorite waiting for you.”

“(Y/F/F)! Okay, I’ll be right down. Bye Hap!” You called into the phone before shoving it into the pocket of your jeans. You looked up at Ned and Peter who sat noses buried in books. A small chuckle fell past your lips as you grabbed your books and shoved them into your backpack. “Bye dorks see ya later.” You said slinging your bag over your shoulder. You laughed when they just gave you simple grunts as a response. “Bye May! Thank you for letting me over!” You called off as you walked up to the door and opened it.

“Bye (Y/N)! Come by any time!” May called from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself and shut the door behind you and raced down the steps of his apartment building.

You threw the door open to the car and Happy dropped his phone from his hands and turned to you, his face slightly pale as he looked at you like you had three heads.

“Jeez Hap, head of security getting scared by a teenage girl? Dad should know about this don’t ya think?” You chuckled and tossed your bag into the back seat, and climbed into the passenger's seat. He scoffed and handed you your food.

“Please, Tony wouldn’t know his ass from his head if I wasn’t around.”

“I think you’re confusing yourself with Pepper… but true. I mean I know I would be okay but my dad? Ha, no.” You said as you took a bite from the food and looked over at him. Happy pulled out of the parking space and began driving down the main roads back to the tower.

“Please kid, I remember you called me sobbing because you killed a bird with Clint’s arrows, after stealing them, and you thought it was a person. Then when I told you it wasn’t a person you made me plan a funeral.”

“Oh so what you’re saying is I can’t plan a funeral for a bird on my own?” You joked with a small laugh as Happy simply shook his head and chuckled softly before merging onto the highway. You let out a small sigh as you finish off the meal and leaned back in your seat.

“So, do you know anything about this trip to Vienna?”

“Not much, your dad told me it was basically about the accords, and you’re going to represent him and Stark Industries there tomorrow since he can’t go. I think he wants you and Nat to sign them? I don’t know for sure but all I know is Cap is completely against it. Thinks you should all have free will to take down threats.” Happy said as he turned down the main road of the tower and pulled into the garage.

“So Steve…?” You raised a brow and looked over at him as he let out a small sigh.

“Him and your dad never… got along well, but I think this is going to be worse than any threat we will face in the future.” You gulped at his words and nervously began to pick at your nails. ‘What the hell did Ross do?�� You thought to yourself. The Avengers as a group always just kind of… clicked. Sure your father and Steve did butt heads about a lot. You were the one to originally bring Steve to your fathers' attention, the super-soldier, frozen in the ice for years. I mean, why wouldn’t that be interesting? But according to your dad, it just meant bad things. You had grown up around those ‘bad things’ and sure your life wasn’t perfect, but no one’s was. But when you met Steve he didn’t come off as a threat. Sure he needed a little help around the edges of figuring out the new era he was suddenly thrown into, especially with wardrobe and hair cuts… But you and Steve always remained close, you would show him around New York, show him old movies and all the new memes. Although he didn’t understand it meant a lot to you that he tried and cared enough to do so. Steve was like another father to you, an uncle. He wasn’t some stranger who worked with your father, he was family. All of the Avengers are your family… and Ross will be damned if he thinks he can split it apart.

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One More Time (Peter Parker x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Hi I was hoping you could write something angsty where the reader is a SHIELD agent and they are assigned to work with the avengers but then they put her with Peter Parker/Spider-Man and theres awkwardness and beef between the two because they were once close childhood friends or something and they ended on bad terms (romantically and something bad happened to them) and they work things out and ending is fluffy. Sorry if this is a lot to work with, but if u do it it would really make my day.

A/N: ngl, I kinda stole an idea/plot point from tasm2 but y’all will see; it’s divided in 2 parts, 1st part in Peter’s POV and the 2nd in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner thoughts!! (also, Y/S/T means your skin tone, fyi) hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1260

Part One:

No. Fricking. Way. It can’t be her, right? Peter’s mind was racing as he watched the SHIELD agent standing at the front of the conference room. Her (Y/H/C) hair was long, tied back into a high ponytail. Her (Y/S/T) skin looked like it was...glowing. She had changed so much since the last time Peter saw her. If that’s her. Peter snapped out of his daze when Bucky called his name from behind.

“Parker, mind passing the reports over? Any day now would be nice.”

“S-sorry, Bucky! Here,” Peter slid the folder over to his colleague, looking back towards the front of the room. Tony finally walked in, flashing the agents a smile before turning to the rest of the Avengers.

“Hello, lovely ladies and gentlemen. Today, as you can see, we have some special guests visiting. These SHIELD agents have been assigned to work our latest mission with us; they will be doing the intel-gathering behind the scenes, while we do the dirty work! So, one agent will be assigned to one of you, and they’ll be like your own F.R.I.D.A.Y - except they won’t do everything for you, so don’t get too useless.” Tony winked just before turning around to address the agents.

“Now, when I call your name and the name of the Avenger you’ll be working with, please make your way to where they’re sitting, so you can get acquainted. Oh, and by the way,” He turned around, locking eyes with Peter, “These agents will be here for up to a month; this mission is going to be a long one.” As he turned back around, Peter locked eyes with the agent he had been watching earlier, and his worst fear was confirmed; fuck, it is her.

“Okay, now Agent Y/N Y/L/N, you will be working...ah yes, Mr. Peter Parker. Spiderling, can you please raise your hand?” Tony stared Peter down as he reluctantly raised his hand. Y/N rolled her eyes as she made her way towards him, and Peter wanted to swing his way out of the room. Of all the agents here, Mr. Stark had to assign her to me?!

As she finally made it to where he sat, Peter played with the fraying end of his sweatshirt, refusing to make eye contact with her. Just gotta play it cool, right? I got this.

“Hey, Parker. Long time no see.” Oh, no.

“Wait, you know each other?” Sam craned his neck over Bucky’s shoulder, shooting Peter a look as he turned to look at the SHIELD agent standing behind him.

“Uh, y-yeah, we do. We went to the same schools until high school be-”

“Because he’s a genius, and I’m not, clearly.” Y/N hissed, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, staring down at her feet.

“Well, clearly you are, or else you wouldn’t be with SHIELD, Y/N.” Ugh, what am I doing?!

“Thanks, Peter. Do you want to debrief here or?”

“We can go to a different conference room, it’s a little loud here.”

As Peter lead the way out of the bustling room, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous; what if she tries to kill me? I’m gonna die, oh my god.

As he held the door open for Y/N, she whispered, “Depends on what you have to say for yourself, Spidey. Maybe you won’t die.”

Of COURSE I said that out loud, you imbecile. Now you really are gonna die.

Part Two:

“Now that we’re gonna have to work together, I think it’s time we clear the air between us, Peter. Stop ignoring the elephant in the room?” God, why did I say that? He’s gonna think I’m trying too hard to be cool, which I am, but that doesn’t matter.

“Y-yeah. Look, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Really? Are you, Peter? Because you didn’t look sorry when I caught you kissing Betty, or when you chose the Avengers over me. But that’s fine. Just fine,” Except it wasn’t.

Y/N and Peter had been best friends since practically the day they met. They lived across the street from one another; Y/N literally running into Peter one day, the day after his parents left him in his aunt and uncle’s care. Y/N was a year older than Peter, but she always admired, even at such a young age, how Peter was so intelligent for his age. They grew up together, always ending up in the same classes over the years, until it was time for high school. While Y/N ended up going to a public high school in Queens, Peter was accepted into Midtown High, one of the best high schools in New York. Y/N was always somewhat jealous, considering herself just as smart as Peter. But, she never let those feelings show to him. They remained friends, eventually more, although they were never exclusive.

One day, arriving home earlier than usual from school, Y/N witnessed Peter kissing her close friend, Betty Brant, on the steps of his brownstone. Refusing to cause a scene, Y/N walked away, heartbroken.

She wanted to confront Peter that same night, only to have him reveal his biggest secret to her, when he showed up at her bedroom window, donning his Spider-Man suit, bloody and bruised all over. She took care of him that night, and every night after, forgiving him for what he had done.

But, he did it, again. Left her heart in a million tiny pieces. It was a month after his high school graduation, and he had just informed her that he was leaving for the city, for good. He was ending things with her, to pursue a life as an Avenger, saving the world with renowned superheroes and secret agents. Y/N tried to convince him that he didn’t need to end things, that they could still be together, but Peter refused. “I made a promise, Y/N. I would never let you get in harm’s way. If we stay together, I put you at risk for the rest of your life. This is the only way I can keep you safe! It’s better this way.”

“Remember that, Peter? You left me, thinking I couldn’t handle myself.”

“I-I swear, I’m sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry I always underestimated you. I just al-”

“Just what, Peter? Just always saw me as the dumb, weak girl who would never leave you?”

“No, Y/N, no! I always loved you. It killed me to leave you! But I was wrong. Look at you. Top of your field at SHIELD - you’re one of the best.”

“Wh-how did you know that?”

“I kept tabs on you. Just because I left, didn’t mean I stopped caring. I never stopped, not for one second. I’ve loved you since the day we met, Y/N.” As Peter spoke, he moved closer and closer, until they were face to face, Y/N hearing Peter’s slow breaths as he faced away from her.

“Then why now, Peter? Why wait all this time?”

“You’re independent - you always have been. I didn’t want to distract you. But here we are, together.” Peter grasped both of her hands, pulling her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the top of Y/N’s head.

Is this real? Is the love of my life really coming back to me, after all this time?

“What do you say, Y/N? Should we give this - us - a second chance? I swear, I will never hurt you, I never mean-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Parker. You always know how to ruin a moment.”

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