#and you can tell how much rex regrets hurting eve just based on how he talks about all of the stuff that eve went through on her own

[queenkinqs]

people love to talk about invincible for it's over the top gore and violence, but i really do think the show's writing is at it's best when it's just two people have a conversation

[trade-baby-blues]

In the Eggs Tonight

Pairing: Scotty x Reader

Word Count: 1938

Warnings: swearing, brief physical violence 

A/N: Based on this prompt: “Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud” requested by @littlecrazyfangirl-98​. Hopefully you like it!! I’m definitely not used to writing Scotty lol. The story is based on what supposedly used to be a Scottish tradition according to some less than reputable sources, so idk if it actually is, but! We did have a tradition close to this but using heated lead instead, so maybe it’s a real thing. 

The first time you met Montgomery Scott, you could’ve strangled him. You could hear him hammering something metal through the thin walls of the apartment. Even your “soundproof” headphones couldn’t get the noise out of your skull. A swing every second as the clock ticked forward from 2:01 a.m. to 2:02, 2:03, 2:04

“The love of God,” you hissed and threw the covers off yourself. The way your blood was boiling, you didn’t even notice how cold the floor felt against your bare feet as you stomped out the door.

He only answered after the fifth knock, unable to hear the door over his own noise. When he finally poked his head out, you felt some of the anger leave you. Despite living in the building for a few months now, you’d never actually gotten know your neighbors and you were starting to regret it as you looked at the man in front of you, red hair sticking up in all directions, thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. His gently curved jaw was covered in stubble. You wanted to run your fingers against the roughness. At least, until he opened his mouth.

“Well, hello. Didn’t think anyone else’d be up at this hour.”

“Pretty sure half the building’s awake with all that hammering you’re doing.”

“Aye, what can I say? I do love getting hammered.” He smiled at you, hoping the joke would lighten the air, but your scowl only deepend. “Alright I’m sorry, lass. I was working on a new project and got a bit carried away, but I could be convinced to keep it quiet if you tell me your name.”

You remained unimpressed. “How about you keep it quiet and I won’t tell the property manager you’ve got an open flame in your apartment.”

“I haven’t got an open flame.”

“No? Then what’s that?” You pointed to a the metal contraption in the living room. It was currently shooting a small flurry of sparks onto the carpet, which was beginning to smoke.

“Shite,” your neighbor said, bolting back into his apartment to deal with the mess and stumbling over a few stray scraps of metal. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned back to your apartment. “I’m Scotty, by the way,” he called after you. “It was a pleasure to-” whatever he was going to say was lost in a string of curses as the fire alarms started going off.

The second time you met Scotty was an accident. Whether or not it was a happy one was still up for debate. You were coming home from a rather unspectacular date with your boyfriend, who seemed oblivious. He was always oblivious.

You stood in the doorway to your apartment, trying to keep him from coming inside as you fumbled with your keys and your thoughts, wondering if there was an easy way to break up with someone. He, of course, couldn’t tell anything was wrong as he tried to duck around you.

“Come on, babe. I want a beer.”

“You had three at the restaurant,” you muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you sighed. “I just...I think-”

“You think? That’s a new one.” He tried to duck around you again, but you put a hand to his chest.

“Yes, Rob, I think. I think you should leave.”

“Fine, I’ll grab a beer for the road, then.”

“No, I think it’s better if you don’t.”

“God, stop being such a bitch. I’m getting a fucking beer.” Rob grabbed your arm hard enough to make you wince. Almost as soon as he grabbed you he was yanked off.

“Oi, mate. Think she said it’s time for you to go.” You had to admit, the leather jacket made Scotty look tough, despite being half a head shorter than Rob.

“Don’t think it’s any of your business, Braveheart.”

You tried to worm your way between the two before their testosterone got the best of them. Before you could get a word in, Rob pushed you out of the way, sending you back first into the wall. Your head cracked back against it, sending a ringing through your ears. The hallway spun as you blinked the world back into focus in time to see Scotty pull back and swing a punch at Rob, who swung back twice as hard. Scotty crumpled in front of you.

He woke up on a couch that definitely wasn’t his. It was actually comfortable and smelled faintly like flowers. Scotty imagined his smelled like week-old Guinness.

“Oh thank God,” you said, setting a cup of tea on the coffee table as Scotty sat up. “I was starting to think I might have to call an ambulance.”

“Glad you didn’t. My mates’d have my hide if they find out I was in another fight.”

You bit your bottom lip, holding an ice pack out to him. “Wasn’t much of a fight, was it?”  Scotty cracked a smile, laughing so hard he forgot how much his head hurt.

The two of you met many times after that, sharing stories and beers and occasionally couches if you fell asleep during whatever Netflix binge you were running through at the moment. For the most part, you were willing to forgive Scotty’s midnight mechanics since the two of you became friends.

Tonight was different. It was your first Christmas alone - not just since you and Rob broke up. Your parents had booked a couples cruise for Christmas and would be partying in Antigua, leaving you by yourself in your small apartment. You hadn’t even bothered to put up any decorations, figuring there was no one to impress. Instead, you threw yourself into work, finishing your third straight 14 hour work day and looking forward to nothing more than a good night’s sleep on Christmas Eve.

You were just drifting off when the sound of bagpipes drifted through your wall. With a huff, you rolled over, sandwiching your head between pillows. The sound was barely even muffled. You reached for your phone to text Scotty to keep it down. You got a one word response:

Scrooge.

The music quieted, though, and you sank back into your bed, revelling in the silence before it was pierced with a round of raucous laughter. You stared up at the ceiling, listening to glasses clink together, the sound of bagpipes still in the background. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and pulled on the first pair of jeans you found. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

That’s how you ended up in front of Scotty’s apartment, trying to ignore the way your heart beat faster when he shouted your name excitedly. You spared him a joke about the sweater he wore, bright red with a T. Rex in a Santa hat, as you entered his apartment.

It was a mess of lights and decoration and half-finished projects scattered around the living room. Scotty quickly introduced you to his friends before handing you a cup of (spiked) cider. “You’re just in time. We were just about to break out the eggs.”

“Eggs,” you asked, eyeing him warily.

“Aye, it’s an old tradition. You crack an egg and it tells you yer future.” You bit back a laugh, not wanting to hurt Scotty’s feelings. Excitement was written all over his face as he plopped back on the couch, moving a stack of paper plates to make room for you. “Why don’t you go first, love? Ye just prick the egg with this pin and drop it into the water and wait to see what shape the whites take.”

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this yet,” you teased as you reached for an egg. Still, you grabbed the glass of water and pin. Scotty held his hands over yours, showing you how to poke through the shell without breaking the egg. Then, you dropped it into the water and watched the whites ooze out. To you, it looked like a mess, but you heard Scotty hum approvingly beside you.

“An arch. Means you’ve got some conflict at work or with yer family. That why you’re spending Christmas alone?”

You stared at Scotty, trying to tell if he was joking. You hadn’t told him about your parents’ cruise, but you were hesitant to believe in the clairvoyant powers of an egg. “Shut up,” you teased, handing the pin to the blond man in the armchair next to you. The cider must’ve been stronger than you thought because you already couldn’t remember his name. Kirk maybe?

Slowly, you went around the room. Kirk saw a snake in his egg whites, which Scotty said was a sign of a happy sex life. Bones, much like you, didn’t see anything in his egg, but Scotty swore up and down there was a boat, a symbol of prosperity in life and work. Finally, the pin made its way back to Scotty himself, who sat, nose against the glass, as he waited for the whites to leak out.

Even you couldn’t deny the shape it took: like an anchor, sinking and swirling as the egg whites mixed with the water. Scotty’s eyes drifted over to you, then snapped back to the glass when he saw you looking back. You thought the tips of his ears grew pink, but it could’ve just been the alcohol in his system.

“What’s that one,” you asked.

“Hm,” Scotty looked at you again briefly before looking away. “Oh, horseshoe. Just standard stuff. Luck and all that.” His ears definitely grew pinker.

Bones scoffed. “Please, I grew up in Georgia. I’ve seen my fair share of horseshoes and that ain’t one. That’s an anchor.”

“Och no, that’s not..It’s, um. It’s a….a horseshoe. You’re just too drunk to see it over there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not drunk, and I can see it’s an anchor. Is it a bad sign?”

Scotty shook his head. “No, not bad.”

“Then what’s it mean?” You nudged Scotty gently with your elbow when he remained silent. “Come on, Scotty. Not like you to be shy.”

He ran a hand down his face as he leaned back next you on the couch. He wrestled with himself before saying, “It means hope.”

“Wow,” you said dryly, “how unfortunate for you. I’ll pray for you and all your hope.”

“It’s also a sign of soulmates.” Scotty let his eyes drift over to you again and your breath caught in your throat. “That your life is anchored to someone else’s. Steadfast love.”

Scotty slipped a hand under your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. If you had any doubts about what he meant, they evaporated when he pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back perhaps too desperately, having wondered how his lips would feel every time you fell asleep together on your couch. Every time he wandered to your door in nothing but a towel his shower wouldn’t run hot water.

An uncomfortable cough broke you out of the moment and Scotty pulled away, ears red as his sweater with a smile brighter than the tree in the corner. You matched his smile, burying your face against his shoulder to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. You could still taste peppermint on your lips.

Jim was the first to break the silence, picking an egg up and turning it in his hands. “I think I just found a new pickup line.” The room fell back into comfortable laughter as you leaned against Scotty. He put his arm around you and you felt less alone than you had any Christmas before.

Tags:  @outside-the-government @martinawalker @thevalesofanduin @goingknowherewastaken @thefanficfaerie @brooke-taylor0323 @slither-in-a-half @cuddlememerrick @reading-in-moonlight​

[spider-man-and-i]

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12. Alien technology and human grudges

Of course I know there weren’t many things Peter could have done, but come on, leaving in the middle of something like this? It was..unfathomable and as I was dragged, my the bun on top of my head, to the middle of the room with a gun pressed to my head, I regretted every befriending the boy known as Peter Parker. His name was like venom in my mind as the woman who had originally been grabbed by the big grimy hands, thanked me with her eyes, her twin toddlers sobbing violently.

“Shut them up!” Rex yelled. I had made the assumption that based on their guns they were part of the whole “Vulture” thing last year.

“They’re babes. Babes cry when there are loud, obnoxious, ugly, scary men being assholes, and blowing shit up.” I snap, trying to redirect any attention from the lady and her babies to me instead. It earned a hit in the back of my head, a hard one. My vision exploded in a blur of…Red and blue? My eyes refocused and I seen Spider-Man standing in front of me.

“Now? is that any way to treat a lady?” Spider-Man asked before jumping, spinning in the air, and tackling the man with the gun. It was a quick move to start a fight and get the upper hand. I blinked a few times as I laid on the floor, rubble from explosions landing on and beside me.

When I heard a buzz I looked over to see the phone, Peter’s phone, which I had dropped earlier. I crawled over to it slowly. When I flipped it over it was still on the video of Tony and Peter , although it had restarted. I crawled over to the screaming twins. Both were girls but one sported a Spider-Man logo shirt while her sister had an Iron Man hoodie on.

“Hey, guys. You know who Tony Stark is right?” I asked earning hesitant and uncertain nods from both girls. I glance at their mum before pressing play. Both girls stopping crying to watch the video. Tony spoke to the camera while Peter anxiously looked up at him.

“Hey May! Just wante-”

“Hey! My names May!” The blonde one gasped. I was glad they weren’t focused on the fight occurring behind me. I let the watch the video over and over until the phone’s battery died 10 minutes later. Every time Tony said “Hey May.”  followed by referring to Peter as May’s nephew I heard a familiar voice speak from a memory.

“….Bad guys try to target me through hurting Aunt May..I mean…God! No! Stupid! Stupid!”

My thought train was thrown off track when I felt someone grab me and pull me up  by the collar of my shirt. I gasped as I recognized the grip of the big grimy hands. I felt metal push itself into my temple and looked up to see Spider-Man who stood in front us with his hands up in defeat.

“Make another moved, and the British Bitch gets in.” Rex said with a threatening voice. “Okay. Alright. Yo, let her go. This is about you and me, alright?” Spider-Man says. I feel tears sting my eyes as a gun is pressed to my head for the second time today. I gasp when a sharp explosion hits me in the back of the head and I am pushed to the ground landing at Spider-Man’s feet.

The heavy steps and the way Spidey’s arms stayed in the air even after I was released pointed to the man’s escape. I couldn’t stop myself as tears shook my body. Sure, 2 months ago I had wanted to kill myself, but that had been my choice….2 times since Peter left I almost unwillingly lost my life. I couldn’t help the anger I felt towards him, leaving me there to die. That’s how I had seen it, he left me to die.

“Gen…” Spider-Man said as he picked me up. I stared at him, his voice seemingly familiar as if i had heard it with out that mask on. He shakes his head and looks don at me. He swung me home and before he could leave I gave him Peter’s phone.

“Give this to Parker.. Or don’t…I-I don’t care.  I just don’t want it..” I said emotionlessly and I hadn’t realized just how  my words were slurred and just how blurry everything was. “What happened?” “As soon as the bad guys got there, Peter ran off….I could have died in there tonight and he wouldn’t have even known until..” I say this too harshly and can see Spider-Man visibly cringe.  It is as if m words slap him hard in the face as Spider-Man stumbles back at my words. He shakes his head.

“Ge-Eve… I am sure he had a reason to leave..Peter is a good kid.” Spidey says and I just scoff. “Yeah? I thought so too.” I say as tears brim my eyes. “Eve, look.” I cut him off. “Look, Spidey, you said you couldn’t be anything to me other than a friend, that even that was too dangerous..Why are you here Spider-Man?” I ask lashing out verbally. I am not just a go to when you need someone, okay?“ I honestly didn’t even know where any of it was coming from as my eyes closed and words tumbled out.

"I..We…Eve! Stop! Just stop talking! You are in shock. Turn around, lemme see your head.” I do as told. “You need stitches.” he declares and I just shake my head. “You let that man go today. Did you do that because of me? What about the others? Where are they? Spi-” Was the last thing I managed to say, my heart racing, before I passed out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Third Person P.O.V.

When Eve wakea up she is in a white hospital room. Groggily she looks around. “Shes awake, Ned go get a nurse. M.J. you go get her sister, she is in the cafeteria.” An older woman says. She was really pretty, dark brown hair with matching eyes, framed behind glasses.  Her hair in a messy pony tail an she was wearing sweats with a loose jumper. Her face was soft a warm smile set onto her lips, fine smile lines defining her age. Eve didn’t know this woman, but she felt comfortable and safe with her.

“I was looking forward to meeting you Eve, it’s unfortunate that these are the circumstances that we meet at, but that’s alright. I’m May Parker, Peter’s aunt."She holds out her hand and Eve takes it. "Ho did I get here? What happened? Why does my head hurt so much?” “You were in an accident. Spider-Man saved your life, you have a concussion and stitches from where you were attacked. You saved a mother and her twins.”

Suddenly, Genevieve remembers everything. Getting ice cream with Peter. The explosion. How Peter left.. Almost getting shot 2 times. Everything.

“Peter brought you here.” May says and Eve follows her eyes to the boy sitting across the way, his back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. His eyes staring into hers, dark bags heavy under his. She turns away. Her heart throbbing in her chest as tears threatened to fall.

“I’m sensing tension..What happened? What did he do? You know, hes a smart kid, he’s got a good head always has, he just messes up every now and then. He always has good intentions, Eve, he does.” May says and Eve just nods. Her eyes seeming to keep falling back on his. “He really likes you, ya know?” May says looking out to her nephew. “I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but oh well.” “Mrs. Parker?” “Please, you can call me Aunt May hun.” “A-Aunt May.. do you mind if I talk to him? Alone?” She asks, gritting her teeth at the stuttering. “Of course. Hold on.” Eve watches as May walks out. Peter stands up when he sees his aunt.

“She wants to talk to you.” He looks in the window at the girl sitting on the hospital bed. “Aunt May. I didn’t even give her a reason before I just disappeared..Did I tell you what she told me when I was in the suit?” The boy asks his aunt who just shakes her head sadly. “She can’t understand if you don’t give her something to understand hunny.” “I can’t, May..I don’ want her brought into all of this.” “I know, but when she finds out and she will, I am sure she will be able to take care of herself. She’s strong.”  Peter runs a hand over his mouth, then through his hair. All the while Eve watched. He walked in and the silence was nerve racking.

“You left me… I almost died today Peter…and you weren’t even there..” Eve says, her heavy words breaking the silence. “It’s actually been 2 days Eve..” Peter says and she has to resist the urge to slap him. “I don’t care…I almost died in an ice cream parlour full of strangers. .A-and I know Peter.” That last part made him a kind of nervous she had never seen in him. “I know you brought me here.” She says slowly. “I sort of remember it…but what if…what if it had just been a dead body in your arms?” Peter actually seems to relax at this.

“Gen..” Eve’s mind starts to replay things, trying to piece them together, but now, she cannot believe it at all. “I just…I had to tell Mr. Stark… Okay? How do you believe I left you there to die?” “You left your phone, Pete..” She says and he pulls it out from his pocket. “I know…I used a different way to contact him..That’s why the Spider guy showed up.” “Well…I don’t care…It’s going to take more than that. I almost died Peter. I almost died and where were you?” She asks. He can see where she is coming from but losing Eve is like losing part of himself. They were best friends, closer than even him and Ned and  that was honestly saying a lot.

“I…I was just…I tried..” “You weren’t there when I had a gun to my head…and…and maybe you shouldn’t even be here now..” “Gen..” “No..Pete… get it okay? You were scared..I understand because…I was scared too.” She stopped to catch her breath, taking a deep sigh she looked at Peter. Who was just open mouth staring at her, eyes wide. She quickly looked away.“Just go, okay..? I just need sometime. Please…just go..” And after staring anywhere but her with wide eyes and a shake of the head Peter Parker and his Aunt May were gone. Leaving Eve to answer all the questions M.J., Ned, and her sister  could throw at her.  After a while, they all left, including Sam who had to be forced to go home and get some decent sleep. She looked like a zombie.

Genevieve had a pretty hard time falling asleep and staying asleep that night. Maybe it was because of the shitty bed. Or the pain or the IV’s or the constant beeping of the machines. Or maybe it was because of a certain brown haired boy. Telling Peter to go away had to be the hardest thing she had done. Up until that point she had to remind herself why she was so mad. So that she didn’t text him and apologize for everything. Peter had been her best friend Up until then and letting him go was hard. But I just needed a few days to think,to understand.

If she had known how much her life would change in those few days…she never would have made him leave that night in the hospital..

She would have made him promise to always stay…

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