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[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: End

You stare up at him for a moment before it clicks that he’s up, he seems totally fine.

“St-Steve.” A sob breaks the word and he scoops you up off of the floor.

“Hi Sweetheart.” You pull his mouth to yours with your good arm and kiss him soundly.

“I fuckin’ missed the shit out of you.”

“Let’s get your arm taken care of then we can get back into this so we can make out some more later.” He offers and you laugh, you’re fairly certain it’s the first time you’ve really laughed since Sam got sick.

Steve carries you to the med bay and Helen nearly drops the equipment she’s using.

“Steve. You’re already back to normal?”

“I’m a little sore but other than that? I feel fine. Besides, my woman was getting her arm stomped on and I wasn’t going to let that happen.” Helen seems to realize you’re cradling your arm and she snaps out of her daze.

“Into the cradle.” She says before she announces, “Ladies. Rogers is up and ready to kick some ass.” You hear the cheer through your comm piece.

“Tony?” Pepper asks and you look over Steve’s shoulder at him.

“Not yet, but his vitals look great.” Shit, you suddenly realize that you never pulled the sleep off of Tony.

“Steve, I need to get the sleep off Tony. Now.” He doesn’t look thrilled but Steve changes direction and the second you pull the sleep away Tony’s eyes snap open and he sits up with a gasp.

“Pepper! He’s up!” You tell her and she laughs.

“Tell him I’ll be there as soon as this is over.”

“Tony relax, Pepper will be in soon.” You tell him as Steve brings you to the cradle. It’ll only take minutes for it to work, it’s an incredible piece of medical technology.

Once you’re out of the cradle you and Steve head back into the fight. It doesn’t take long to finish off the few stragglers and the girls come into the room, several give Steve a hug or in Carol’s case they shadow box one another. Pepper rushes to Tony and the two talk softly, he wipes some tears off her face.

“Is everyone okay?” You ask as Nat comes swaggering in and she nods. “Everyone is locked up downstairs and no major injuries, I’d call it a success.”

“Nox was hurt but we already put her in the cradle.” Helen says as she bustles past with all of the vials of vaccines. “Jemma! I need help administering these. Shuri and Betty can you get started on more?” The other three women jump into action and you follow Helen, pulling the sleep off of your friends, Steve follows closely behind you like a shadow. The second you pull the sleep off of the last man, a lower level agent whose name you don’t know, exhaustion rolls through you and Steve’s arm circles your waist like an iron band.

“You need to sleep Sweetheart.”

“I slept when you were sleeping.” You argue, you don’t want to leave the party.

“Nox, you went through a battle, used your powers there, were put in the cradle then used your powers again. I know it’s important to be around and see everyone but I’m worried about you.” When you just sigh softly he continues, “wanna just be selfish and have you all to myself Honey.” That’s what gets you. Steve rarely asks for anything, he’s rarely selfish and for him to admit that and ask for you alone is enough.

“Okay.” Steve weaves his fingers through yours then leads you out of the common room and to the elevator. Neither of you say anything until you get back to your room.

“Do you wanna shower?” You ask as the door swings shut behind you, Steve nods, tired eyes meeting yours.

“Join me?”

“Of course. I want you to sit down. We still don’t know all the shit this put you through.”

“Me?” He looks surprised, “you had to figure it all out, you had to save me.”

“I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t.” You tell him, as he follows you into the bathroom. You turn on the shower then start to peel off you clothes when you look over your shoulder at him Steve hasn’t moved. “Steve? You okay?”

“Yea, just thinking.” He says giving you a little half smile before stripping off his clothing and joining you in the shower. You spend most of the time under the hot spray just wrapped in his arms. You hadn’t been able to admit to yourself that this moment almost hadn’t been a possibility. It was a miracle that everything went well, not that it was easy but you had him back. Once you finish your shower you change into pajamas, boxers for him, underwear and one of his shirts for you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him softly and Steve gives you a little half smile.

“Somehow I’m just fuckin’ exhausted.”

“I mean, they did put your body through a lot.” You tell him sliding onto your bed, “I missed the hell out of you.”

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that Sweetheart. I could hear you though, the whole time. It was like, I couldn’t just pull out of the fog enough to talk to you.” It sounds like hell,

“That sounds horrible.”

“I mean it wasn’t fun but at least I knew you were alive.” Your heart breaks for him, you know that he’s got lots of regrets from before you, things that he’s told you and some that he hasn’t, and you know that protecting you is high on his list of priorities.

“I love you.” You tell him carding your fingers through his hair,

“Then marry me?” Your hand stills in his hair and your eyes fly open.

“What?”

“I’ve had a ring hidden in Buck’s room for a while, just kept waiting for the right time. But this made me think, what the hell am I waiting for?”

“You wanna marry me?” You breathe and he gives you a sweet smile.

“Hell yea I do Sweetheart. What do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Absolutely.” You tell him pressing your mouth to his. Steve pulls you flush against him and rolls you so you’re underneath him.

“Want me to go get that ring?” He asks when he pulls away, both of you breathing hard.

“Tomorrow. We both need sleep and so does Bucky.”

“Okay.” He agrees and you wrap your leg around his hip and twist him so that he falls to the bed next to you then you slide on top of him. Steve’s hands rest on your back as you lay on top of him you wait until he’s asleep before you finally fully relax and slowly fall asleep.

The next morning you wake up with Steve kneeling next to your bed with a ring in his hand. It’s an oval cut with small curly parts around the diamond and is set in gold.

“Didn’t wanna put it on you until you were awake but I didn’t want to wait either.” He says with a sheepish grin.

“What time is it?”

“5:45.”

“In the morning? Steve.” You groan dropping your face into your pillow.

“Sooner you get this ring on the sooner we can go back to sleep.” He suggests and you can’t help the grin on your face. You give him your hand and he slips the ring on, you watch him as he does and the pleased look on his face makes your heart race.

“Perfect.” You mutter before holding it up and staring at it in the early morning light. “Now, get your ass back in this bed. You know the saying? Happy wife happy life.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says climbing back into bed with you, you lay with your head on his shoulder, his arm curled around you and your left hand on his chest. You watch as your hand raises and falls as he breathes and you can’t believe how fucking happy you are.

“Oh my god. We should go sleep on the couch like this and see who notices first.” You say but when you look up at him Steve is already asleep again. You smile softly then close your eyes, you’re going to marry him and you’re going to spend the rest of your life loving him.

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[aesthetic-multifandom-ships]

It's always been you: Tony Stark imagine

Request: I looove your stories so far. Could you possibly make a Tony Stark story with prompts 43 and 44? -Anon

A/N: Hey...wow. okay I'm sorry. I've only got like 4 imagine that I can still do from 2018 post. I went away for a bit on the imagines but I'm back! I'll try to do better! 

Prompts: 43: "I think I've been holding myself from falling in love with you again" & 44: "I'm not going to apologize for this, not anymore"

My prompts: Here

Characters: Tony, Reader

Warnings: Angst, slight fighting 

Its been 2 years since Y/N began living at the avengers tower. You can't even call us a tower anymore really, but it works out for everyone. Each person with their own room specialized for their specific needs. 

For most people this would be the dream, living with the heros themselves, but not for Y/N. She's been tiptoeing around the facility for one reason, the man himself, Tony Stark. He was a narcissist, everyone knew that but Y/N couldn't help the feeling in her chest every time she saw him.

About a year ago she couldn't keep the feelings to herself... And ever since then she only speaks when she's spoken to. 

~flashback~

Y/n walked into the lab with a smile on her face. Masking the butterflies and anxiety that began to flood through her. Tony sat alone looking at his computer at some new blueprints. Taking his hand he motioned across the screen towards the area in front of him, creating a 3D model of his new suit design. Y/N stood in awe at the project in front of her. Tony looked to her an smirked. 

"You act like this is your first time seeing all of this" Tony chuckled and walked over to her side, clasping his hands together behind his back. 

"You and your projects never seize to amaze me Stark" Tony leaned over and nudged her shoulder and chuckled. He didn't respond, he just looked at the model in front of them. 

Y/n's hands became clammy , she hadn't even noticed her finger nails digging into them. Her heart began to race, she couldn't contain her feelings anymore yet it was hard to even muster up the words to say it. 

"What's going through your that  brain of yours?" Y/N hadn't even realized she had been looking at the floor for a good while now, not moving or saying anything. She almost ignored his words until her courage came out of no where.

"Tony" she turned towards him, he turned his head in response. "I think I'm in love with you" his eyes opened in shock as did hers. They both looked at each other, not moving. Y/n's heart began to race and her legs started to shake.

Tony started laughing, breaking the silence. "You can't be in love with me, that's not what I do. I don't dooo "love", it's just a chemical reaction in your noggin-" he softly knocked on the top of Y/n's head like it was a door. "-Nothing too special, it comes and goes" Tony turned back to his project and began working on it as if the conversation never happened. "I'm sorry" was all she could say.

Y/n gulped down her tears that threatened to fall and walked away, heading to her room where she'd be for the rest of the night.

~Now~

Water rushed down Y/n's back and quickly went away as she turned the scalding hot water off. Most people wouldn't be able to stand in that hot of water, but for Y/n…she didn't feel anything. She was use to the heat, especially since she was born with the ability to create fire in any way shape or form, but she was deemed as dangerous. Always kept to the building unless they needed her desperately.

Y/n sighed and brushed off her thoughts as she walked over to her mirror. The steam from her shower fogged up the glass, keeping her from seeing herself. Which was just the way she liked it. Ever since that day, she felt unworthy. Was she just a joke to him? To everyone?

Quickly she got dressed, as she did every single day, the same routine over and over. Since she wasn't allowed to leave the facility she kept to her room. If she was a danger to the world, she'd be dangerous to them too. But was it the only reason? Well that's what she told everyone. The only one who ever visited her was Peter Parker. An awkward young boy who felt bad for her, kept up in her room hiding from the world.

Today was a little different, Peter couldn't visit her today. Something to do with training. Which is why the knock on her door surprised her so much. No one besides Peter bothered to talk to Y/n.

She carefully stood up from her bed that she had just sat down on, slowly inching towards the door. Afraid of what or who was behind it. Another knock sounded just as she grabbed the door knob stopping the person from knocking on the door once more.

The person fumbled forward a bit with the sudden movement of the door. Y/n's eyes widened and her mouth went dry.

"What are you doing here?" Her words came out with a bit of attitude laced with it. She was angry to say the least. Why would he bother showing his face, it's been almost a month since he said anything remotely to you.

"Hmm let me think…, I live here and technically this is MY building? So I'm allowed to be here" Tony tried to make the situation humorous, as for Y/n she definitely didn't agree as she went to slam the door in his face, but was stopped by Tony's hand hitting the door.

"What's going on with you? You're never around anymore" he pushed the door open and walked past her. Y/n rolled her eyes and followed him with her arms crossed.

"Why do you care?" Tony turned around to face her and chuckled.

"Wow, is this about what happened over a year ago now?" Tony crossed his arms as well looking into Y/n's eyes. Her face was laced in shock.

"I-I why would you even think that?" She was beyond angry now, he hasn't once mentioned the situation again not even when it happened and now he cares?

"You've never been the same since. What happened to you?" Without hesitation Y/n picked up a book that was close by and chucked it in his direction. Tony dodged and threw his hands up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Tony shouted, stepping closer to her.

"YOU TONY STARK, YOU ARE WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME." She sighed and calmed down a touch. "All this time I've been hiding from you, from the pain that I've held onto for so long. I thought I was over you." Y/n walked to her bed and sat down, the mattress sinking under her.

"I think I've been holding myself from loving you all over again" Y/n looked at the floor, she wasn't going to hold it back anymore. She felt as though he deserved to feel her pain.

"Y/n look at me-" Y/n stood back up from the bed.

"No Tony" she stepped towards him "I am not going to apologize for this, not anymore." He didn't respond, all he did was stare at her.

"I've felt bad for myself for way too long. Feeling like I need to keep apologizing to you, but all You've ever done is make me feel worthless. I don't even know how I could love you" tears began to fall from her face. She almost felt relieved telling him how she really felt.

Tony knew how he felt. Since that day a year ago he wanted to grab her and hug her tight telling her he felt the same way. He just couldn't, something inside of him forced it down.

Tears slowly came to Tony's eyes, he looked at the poor girl standing in defeat. Tony grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. Hugging her like she would fall apart if he let go. Her body tensed up in response.

"Tony, what are you doing to me?" She tried to speak through her tears, Tony held her tighter as they stood.

"I'm sorry. For everything, for making you feel unworthy. I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you more than I could ever love anyone." He pulled away from the hug and stared into her E/c eyes. Y/n searched his face for lies, something that would make everything fall apart, but she could tell that he was sincere.

The both of them searched each other's eyes for a moment longer. Tony reached a hand towards her face, rubbing his thumb under her eyes to remove the tears.

"Y/n, I love you. Even if I am just a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist I still have feelings" the both of them giggled, Y/n's head falling down as she did. As she rose her head again to look at him, Tony grabbed her face softly and kissed her. It took her by surprise at first but kissed him back.

It wasn't long before they needed air. The both of them put their foreheads together. Tony grabbed her hand and started to walk to the door.

"Where are we doing?" Tony smirked at her, causing her to raise a brow back at him.

"I'm going to show you the world" her eyes lit up, he smiled back at her as they walked out of her room and into the hall. Greetings from everyone as they passed. All of themselves seemed so happy to see her, warming her heart instantly.

Deep down she knows she should still be pissed, but this is everything she wanted. Everything she's dreamed of.

[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 #-B

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@1-800-jjbarnes

@3mcwriting

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@americas-ass-writing

@americaswritings

@ana-benn

@anaboo-thewriter

@angelkhi

@angelltheninth

@anika-ann

@anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

@anotherimaginescollection

@arrow-guy

@arysbruv

@astheskycries

@astyrial

@avengersfantasies

@avengersimagining

@battle-royale-fanfic-blog

@beccaanne814

@bewitchedme-body-and-soul

@beyondspaceandstars

@bigfan-fanfic

@billy-batson

@bitchyglitterfox

@biteofcherry

@blackberry-gingham

@blkgirl-writing

@blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

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@bolontiku

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[businesscatfelix]

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[avengersimaginings]

Second sneak peek from my new book based on Through the Window. Steve Rogers has become Dean Foster, and the main character is just as thirsty for him as before, as demonstrated below.

I hope you're enjoying, let me know if you want more!

I couldn’t help but sneak peeks through the gaps in the computers, watching Dean. Watching as he laughed, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms just enough for the bottom of his shirt to lift up an inch and reveal a sliver of skin. Every now and then he would run his fingers through his hair and ruffle it slightly. It was longer than usual, and it suited him. I imagined running my hands through his hair, gripping on and pulling his face towards mine…

As if he knew I was staring, Dean suddenly looked up and caught my eye through the tiniest gap. I felt my cheeks instantly flush red as they always did, and jerked back in my chair so quickly I almost fell off it. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit…” I muttered to myself, logging out of the computer and stuffing my things into my bag as quickly as possible, fully intending to leg it out of the common room and hide from Dean for the rest of the day in the woods behind the school. Just as I was desperately trying to zip up my bag, I heard a cough. I froze, and slowly turned around to find Dean standing over me, grinning.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Hello, I have a Skye/ Daisy Johnson x reader request.

Instead of Skye being shot by Quinn in the first season, it's Reader (Skye's childhood best friend and crush.) Skye being the one to find her, then Skye sitting with R while they try to save her. (Skye then later confessing to R, after she's woken up.)

Shoot Your Shot

Skye Johnson x Reader

A/N - I don’t remember this episode so I’m so sorry it’s short! Thank you for the request :)

“God, (Y/N). Please, wake up.”

She didn’t want to think about it, but the blood - your blood - on her palms made it impossible. She could see the life draining from your eyes as you laid on the cold tile floor, three gunshot wounds in your abdomen, blood basically pouring out of you.

You had given up any hope you had for survival. All you could focus on was the fact it was Skye that found you. You didn’t want her to see you die, especially not like this.

You felt yourself slipping away the second Coulson ran into the room, after that it was a blur. The hum of whispers around you faded into a incoherent sound, as did your sense of everything else. Skye held your hand throughout the whole thing, and somehow they were able to get you out to the plane where Fitz-Simmons patched you up - temporary.

That led you to now. You in a hospital gown, bandaged up as Skye held you hand, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles reassuringly, waiting for you to wake up.

Regardless of how many people had told her you’d be okay, she couldn’t get herself to step away from your side. She had faith you’d wake up, but she didn’t want you to be alone.

“I can’t do this without you. Together forever, remember?” She sniffled, exhaling sadly into the air to stop herself from crying again. She’d lost count of how many times she started ages ago.

“Who said I was leaving?”

Your voice was sore, croaky, almost unrecognisable. Skye’s head snapped to your direction, eyes wide as she held your hand even tighter.

“Oh my, God. Are you okay? Pain? I thought I lost you-”

“Skye.” You whispered, completely shutting her up with a little smile on your face. You could basically feel the relief washing off of her, thankfully calming her down. “I’m okay.”

“You better be.” She lightly joked. “I love you too much to lose you.”

You smiled again, looking at her eyes as silence filled the room. Scanning her features, you saw the outline of tears staining her cheeks. Part of you was mad at yourself for letting yourself get shot, but then again you couldn’t of known.

“I love you too.” A smile played upon your lips, but it dropped slowly when you saw her sad expression.

“No. I love you.” She said it with no hesitation, yet you could see how unsure she was just from the way she looked at you. “I have forever and I was going to keep it to myself, but after today…I almost lost you, (Y/N).”

Your smile etched back onto your face again, your hand tightened in her grasp.

“And I love you too.”

THE END

[baked-potatoad]

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[wh0re4scarletjohansson]

Hey! So this is one of the chapters from my wattpad book, it’s a Sam Wilson one but I have loads more with other people so just tell me if you like it and I’ll post more.

“Are you seriously hard right now?!”

Sam Wilson

"Hey honey" Sam mumbled while flopping onto the bed practically on top of you.

"Samm" you grumbled pushing him of slightly.

"Come onn you haven't seen me all day and now your acting like this"

"I was asleep" was all he got back from you.

Sam then sat there silently for ten minutes knowing it was best to let you wake up before trying to make conversation. After you'd woken up a bit Sam told you about his day while sitting with you cuddled in his chest. "Do you want a bath?" He asked smiling at you.

"That sounds good" you replied turning to look at him and seeing him smiling down at you. "What?"

"You look beautiful when you've just woke up"

This made you burst out laughing "yeh right"

"You do" he argued.

"Whatever you say baby" you pecked his lips and then skipped to the en-suit to run a bubble bath for you and Sam.

"So what'd you do today?" He spoke loudly from his spot still on your bed.

"Umm not much I trained and then watched tv must've fallen asleep." You replied leaning against the door way.

"Sounds nice though" he smiled looking up from his phone.

"Yeh it was, me and Nat also talked and guess what" Nat had told you not to tell anyone about you and hers chat today but you knew you could trust Sam.

“What?"

"Nat and Bruce are a couple!" You smirked while Sam's jaw dropped.

"Seriously?!"

"Yeh they've been dating for 2 months there telling the rest of the team tomorrow so don't say anything"

"Wow didn't see that coming, but they'll be cute together" he replied processing the news.

"Yeh that was my thoughts too" you shouted over your shoulder while going to check on the bath.

Once it was finished you and Sam climbed in you in between his legs and back against his chest. It was so peaceful the warm bubbles fizzing quietly around you and the flickering light of a candle you'd lit.

"This is nice" you hummed leaning back into Sam.

"Agreed" Sam replied kissing the top of your head.

You both sat there relaxing in silence for a while him drawing gentle circles on your arm with bubbly fingers and occasionally kissing your head.

You were so relaxed you hadn't even noticed you'd been dozing off until he spoke, "god I love you" he murmured breathily into your ear.

Turning to look up at your boyfriend you attached your lips onto his. It was a slow gentle kiss both your mouths moving perfectly in sync. His tongue was slowly exploring your mouth. It wasn't greedy and heated it was soft and passionate.

Once you broke away from each other you turned back around getting comfy again. "I love yo-what's that" you felt something hard against your back.

Clearing his throat Sam shifted "nothing" but before he could react further you reached behind you feeling his erected cock in your hand.

"Are you seriously hard right now?!" You said while moving back from his arms.

"Sorry but what'd you expect when you making out with me soaking wet and naked?!"he said slightly embarrassed but fighting his case all the same.

"Sam we were having a moment! A loving couple moment and now your hard" you huffed out slightly agitated but not too much. If you were honest you loved that you had this effect on him.

"I'm sorry ok! I can't help it" he said while looking down.

Slowly you straddled his legs putting both hands on his chest and bringing his chin up so he would look at you, "what are we going to do with you Sam Wilson?"

“Whatever you want baby" he smirked while moving forward so his lips could meet yours.

[haileygarciasunshine]

The Maximoff Games Masterlist

Created: 02/15/21

Last Updated: 02/15/21

Author’s Note: I brought Pietro Back for this.

Summary: After Tony’s funeral, Wanda has a break down. When Westview is created you and Pietro are suddenly sucked into the reality warping town.

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[jj-scottsbee]

I’m Your Daughter

Prompt: You were the daughter of Tony Stark, all you wanted to do was make your Father proud.

Warnings: Crying, swearing 

You stared into the crowd, searching for his face. Out of everyone that had shown up to see your final art piece, the one person you wanted to be there most didn't show. Your face dropped as you stood with your drawing, ashamed that yet again your creation had not been good enough for your Father.

The painting was a 30x40 size portrait you had drawn of Pepper and your Dad. It had been a side portrait you had been able to capture during one of the many balls the three of you had attended together. They had been dancing, their hands intertwined, Pepper's hair curled beautifully, Tony's face unbruised. You hand-drew the entire thing and colored it carefully with colored pencil, the piece had taken you months to create and perfect. You had spent every spare moment you had to make it, you put your heart and soul into your artwork. For months you had reminded everyone in the tower about the date and time of the art show. Every day, you reminded everyone that you wanted them to come out and see the piece. You had kept it hidden from everyone, wanting it to be an anniversary present for your parents.

You adored both of them with every ounce of your heart. From the day you were born and dropped off on Tony's doorstep Pepper had acted as your Mother. You considered her to be your mother, the only thing she hadn't down for you was birth you, but you didn't care. Pepper who was not even biologically related to you, treated you more like a daughter than your own Father did and you noticed.

Out of all the Avengers, Tony was the one that never showed. Pepper had brought you to the show, she waited until you were able to present your piece on stage to see it. You watched as Pepper, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bucky, Wanda, Bruce, and even Thor smiled and clapped proudly as you displayed your art on stage. The one face you had hoped to see, was nowhere to be found. Again, Tony had missed something that meant everything to you. Your face fell slightly with disappointment, but you quickly tried to hide it with a smile. This wasn't the first time Tony had skipped something that you begged him to be at, his absences started when you were young and still hadn't stopped. No matter how much you had begged him, how many times you reminded him, how many times he had promised to be there, he never lived up to his word. No matter how many times he had put you through the feeling of not being enough, every time you still hoped it would be different, nothing ever changed. After you walked off stage everyone hugged you, patted you on the back, told you how proud they were of you, Pepper even teared up as she looked at the drawing, she had loved it. She pulled you into a tight hug, trying to comfort and thank you at the same time. You did your best to hide the hurt you felt, the disappointment that overwhelmed your body. "Couldn't make it?" You asked the group, not bothering to mention a name. Everyone knew who you were talking about. They all knew how much this meant to you, how much you had begged Tony to come to just this one event. Their faces slightly fell, no one knowing what to say. "You know he gets busy, Hun." Pepper comforted, already thinking of the words she would be having with her husband later. No matter how many times he blew you off, you never complained. It wasn't hard to see that you were hurt by Tony's absences, but you still did your best to keep an upbeat spirit. Pepper had yelled and talked with Tony several times, she had nagged him for so long making sure he would be there for that show. Once again, he had missed it. After the show, the group of eight had offered to take you out for dinner in celebration, but you refused. You were quick to pack your drawing into the back of Pepper's car and hop into the passenger's seat. You sat quietly staring out of the window, avoiding the stares from the other Avengers. They looked at you with pity, as they walked away from the car. Pepper and you drove in silence all the way home to the tower. You exited the car quickly as your emotions began to get the best you. Every time before this, you had been calm and collected, brushing the disappointment and embarrassment off your shoulder. This time it was different, your anger took over and you angrily began to kick the car as hard as you could. Pepper was quick to your side, pulling you into a hug as you began to cry. You sobbed into her shirt, as she held you as tight as she could. Pepper knew it wouldn't be long until her husband's actions got to you, she knew you were bound to break soon. "Come on Y/N, let's go inside and get you in a hot bath. It'll help, I promise." She led you inside, her arm around your shoulders comforting her. The rest of the Avengers purposely sat in their cars, not wanting to embarrass you by showing that they had seen your breakdown. Pepper told Jarvis to bring the two of you up to your bedroom, but Tony had been notified of your arrival and instructed Jarvis to bring the two of you to the lab. As the elevator doors opened, you saw Tony deep into his work. His brow was contorted with concentration as he stared at his suit. He glanced up from his work as Pepper ushered you out of the elevator. "Hey, how was dinner?" He took a double-take as he saw your red and puffy eyes, "What happened? What's wrong baby?" Tony was quick to tear himself away from his work as he saw your hurt expression. He swiftly made his way over to you and Pepper, staring at you with worry. Pepper was angry but knew this was something that you had to get out and talk to him about. Your Dad pulled you into a quick hug but pushing you back by your shoulders taking a once over. He checked your face for any injuries worried that you had been physically hurt. "You don't even know what you missed." You said softly, as you pulled yourself away from Tony's grasp. You tried to push past Pepper but she stopped you. "Y/N you need to talk to him." She gently grabbed your wrist. She pulled you slowly back towards Tony. Pepper gave Tony a look as if saying, 'just listen'. She then turned and walked into the elevator, leaving the two of you alone. "Did I do something?" He asked confused. "It's what you didn't do," You stated calmly, "You didn't show up." "What do you mea-," He paused, the realization of what he missed hitting him. "The art show, it was tonight? Shit, I'm sorry baby." He tried to hug you again, but you backed away from him. "It's the same fucking excuse. No, fuck that, you don't even give me an excuse you just say 'I'm sorry' and I'm expected to forgive you. Every fucking time I beg you to do something or to support me through something, and you never pull through." Your hurt turned back into anger. You stared your Father in the eye, he was taken back by your sudden burst of anger. You had never gotten angry directly at him, let alone had you never sworn around him. "First of all, watch your language, and second, I'm sorry but I got busy," He laughed at the end, out of uncertainty or disbelief, you couldn't tell. "Sometimes, I can't make it to things." "Sometimes...sometimes?!? When have you ever fucking supported me through anything? When have you ever showed up to anything of mine? I spent fucking months on my art, on your fucking anniversary present and you didn't even have the fucking decency to show up to the revealing of it! I am your flesh and blood and yet the thing that takes priority over your own daughter is that fucking suit!" You screamed at him, your anger boiling over. You walked towards one of your dad's many suits, the suit that made him a superhero. The suit that stole him away from you. "I've supported you your whole life. I didn't have to fucking take you in, I could have dropped your sorry ass off at a fire station, but instead, I took you in and gave you everything you've ever wanted." His words stung, they hit you hard. You spun around to face him, making sure to get in his face. "All I've ever wanted was your fucking attention, your fucking love. For you to show me that I mattered just an ounce more than your precious suits. It's always the precious suits," You growled the last part, turning towards the suits again. "I'm your Father-," You were quick to cut him off. "I'm your fucking daughter." You screamed, as you picked up a wrench off his desk and hurled it at his head. Tony was quick to dodge the metal tool, staring at it as it banged against the elevator doors. It fell to the ground causing a loud noise to echo throughout the lab. Your chest heaved with anger, Tony brought his looked away from the wrench and back to you. A sharp look in his eye. The two of you stared at each other in anger, neither of you looked away. Both of you stared directly into the others' eyes, refusing to be the first to look away. The ding of the elevator filled your ears, the doors opening as Steve, Pepper, and Natasha, jumped out. The other Avengers shoving their way through the door of the stairs. They had heard the wrench hit and worried about what would happen next. They had been watching from the cameras that Jarvis had connected to, too. "I'm your fucking daughter, all I want is my Father." You growled, turning away from Tony you grabbed the stool that he had sitting by the suit. You picked it up and with all your might you swung it towards the computer, then towards the suit. You swung with every ounce of strength you had, ignoring your father's protests. You did your best to put dents in the suit, even if they were small. You were able to shatter the computer, sending glass everywhere.

Tony was quick to rip the stool from your hands, throwing it away from everything. He grabbed you, bear-hugging you as you kicked and yelled for him to let you go. "I'm your daughter, I'm your daughter." You kept repeating the same phrase, your anger, turning into tears as you slowly stopped fighting your Father's grip. You began to cry as Tony held you tight, the consequences of his actions showing it's ugly face. He finally realized how much pain he had actually caused you.

The other Avengers watched as the two of you fell to the ground, you still engulfed in Tony's arms. Piles of the shattered computer screen sat all around you. The tears flowed from your eyes, as both yours and Tony's chest's heaved as you both calmed down. Tony had never realized how much he had neglected you until he saw you break in front of him.

[kaunis-sielu]

Thousand Words: 2

Hour three

"Ma'am?" You repeat with a small laugh staring up at him, god he's got to be just gorgeous under that mask because what you're seeing now is attractive. When your gaze meets his, something seems to click. You recognize those eyes. "Thanks for the rescue, uh star guy?" You say as you tug down the bandana to wipe your face, it’s so hot.

"Captain America." He says looking serious as he reaches a hand down for you, even his voice is somewhat familiar. "Where's the rest of your unit Solider?" He asks gruffly as he slides his shield back onto his arm. His face is dirty where it's uncovered, making him all the more handsome.

"Oh. Um. I'm not military." You tell him, you have to look down at your camera to avoid those piercing blue eyes. You glance up at him and can see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Then what are you doing out here?" He demands catching your arm. He pulls you toward him you make a surprised noise in your throat as your body collides with his much firmer one. You’re about to ask him what in the hell he thinks he’s doing when he lifts his shield and blocks a few shots from the aliens with it.

Never expect someone else to cover your ass. It’s a good damn thing that Sy isn’t here. He’d have been more than a little disappointed in your performance today. Not that you’ll ever tell him.

"I'm doing my job." You tell him peering around him to get a few shots of his teammates that are still fighting on the bridge. "What the hell is that?" You ask shrinking back into the safe space between him and his shield as a massive green monster goes running by.

"That would be the Hulk. He's on our team." Captain America says as he shifts, further blocking you from the chaos. That is the Hulk? You’ve heard of him but you thought it was like, a myth or something, you certainly didn’t know that he was that big.

"What team?” You ask tugging the bandana back up over your face, there’s so much dirt and dust flying around you and you really don’t want to breathe it in. Along with whatever might be coming off of the aliens you just really don’t need to breathe that in.

"The Avengers." You blink up at him your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"The Avengers?" You ask just before another couple of aliens come charging at you. Captain America moves away from you to deal with them and you take the opportunity to take some photos of him fighting them.

Hour four

Your phone rings and without looking at it you answer.

“Yea?”

“Bug. Where in the hell are you?” Fuck. It’s Sy, you’re so dead.

“Um, New York, where I live.”

“Put me on FaceTime.”

“No, Sy-” you groan when the call comes through on FaceTime. “Shit.” You know you can just ignore his call but that’s not going to do you any good. He’ll probably just keep calling if you do that. So, you hit the answer button.

“Hey,”

“Did you honestly just answer your phone in the middle of an active war zone?” He growls. You knew it. You knew he was going to be pissed.

“Technically no?”

“Technically yes.” Captain America says stalking toward you, he drops something on the ground and you decide not to look.

“Who’s that?” Sy asks, “And why isn’t he dragging your ass out of there?”

“Because I don’t put my hands on women.” Captain America snaps, “we should get you to a safer place.”

“She’s not gonna go.” Sy says glaring at you.

“I’m sorry who are you?”

“Sorry, Captain America, this is my Captain. Captain Syverson, he’s with special forces unit-”

“Bug.” Sy cuts you off, “this ain’t the time for introductions. It’s time to listen to Captain America and get your ass to safety.”

“I thought you said you weren’t military.” Captain America says as he attempts to guide you away from Stark Tower.

“I’m not. It’s a long story but I was overseas with Sy’s team.” Captain America tries to corral you into a building but you duck under his arm. “I’m going this way.”

“Bug, just let the man do his job.”

“I’m not stopping him Sy.” You argue and Sy groans.

“Woman quit being so damn stubborn.”

“I’m following most of the million ways not to die by Sy. I’ve got my gear on, I’m staying low, attempting to stay out of trouble.”

“You’re forgetting the most important rule. Don’t argue with your captain.” You purse your lips at him but his expression doesn’t change. “Get to safety.” You sigh loudly but do finally allow Captain America to usher you into a building.

“You should move further from Stark Tower. They’re setting up a perimeter about four blocks south of here.” You look at him and hear Sy snitching on you so you hang up the call. You’ll deal with his irritation later, right now you’ve got Captain America to deal with.

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not going to go back to the perimeter.” He huffs before touching his ear.

“On my way.” He glances down at you again, “Stay." He says before running back into the chaos of battle.

"Right." You huff before taking a few pictures of him running back into the fray. You want to get some pictures of this, Hulk, before the battle is over. His green skin will look incredible against the grey of the city. You hear a loud yell, or maybe it counts as a roar, but either way you've got a gut feeling that's what a Hulk sounds like. So disregarding Captain America's order to 'stay' you take off toward the noise.

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[shersuperavenge4]

Time

Summary: just some fluff between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark’s daughter. Ariana Stark decided to gift Cap. something special. 

Warning: Implied smut. 

A/N: Hiya! I came up with the idea for this one shot while scrolling through Pinterest. I saw some beautiful pocket watches and I couldn’t help but write something for our very own “Man out of time”. It was supposed to be a really short one shot, but clearly I got carried away! I intend to write more on the same characters. Hope you enjoy it! 

 Comments, and likes are welcome! :)

Ariana Stark stood leaning against the glass walls of her tastefully decorated office. The spectacular view from the twenty-fifth floor of Stark industries was something else altogether. She had specifically chosen this office for its location and the view it provided. It was small, quiet and situated in the corner, away from the bustle of typically loud activities. Almost like her. Although Tony stark, her father did not approve of her choice, she believed in living up to her reputation of being a recluse. Ariana couldn’t help but gaze at the late afternoon sky. It reminded her of a certain blue-eyed super soldier, warm and golden.  

“Martin? What do you gift a man out of time”?

Her personal secretary stopped his work and looked up.  “Sorry Miss Stark, what are you referring to here?

She turned to him with a look of despair. “its 4th of July today, Captain Roger’s birthday. Now, I know he made it clear that he doesn’t want a party or even anyone wishing him but then I thought, that shouldn’t stop me from gifting him something”

Martin grinned at her. He knew that Ariana had unknowingly developed a soft corner for the Captain. Over the past year, Martin had quietly been noticing the subtle changes in the behavior of his employer. To put it simply, the girl with the heart of gold bloomed every time Steve Rogers was around her.

“Stop grinning and help me Martin, I have been wracking my brain for a week but I just can’t figure out what to gift him and a regular gift will just not do!” she walked across the room and slumped down on the leather sofa. Ariana wanted the gift to be special, something meaningful. She knew how difficult it was for him fit in with people. Still, he was getting better, the avengers had become a dysfunctional family of sorts. But, what bothered her the most was that while time had sprinted ahead leaving him behind, he was mentally still a part of the 1940s. It wasn’t his fault, no one had bothered to help him catch up with the ravages of time.

Martin squinted his eyes at her and answered, “What could be a better gift for a man out of time than TIME itself?” Ariana stared at him in disbelief. How could she not have come up with this? A watch would be the perfect thing she could give him! Clearly, being one of the brightest minds of the century had not helped her. She began laughing, jumped out of her seat and shook him by his shoulders.  “Oh, thank you so much Martin, I know exactly what to gift him now! you are truly the best!”  With that, she grabbed her purse and rushed out of her office.

The young Stark walked into the chicest shop in Manhattan, known for selling all sorts of luxury brands. The attendant greeted her warmly and began leading her towards one of the counters. About an hour later, she was surrounded by some of the finest and most expensive timepieces. Some were too flashy and jeweled, while others too delicate and dull. But none of them had Steve written on them. At this point, even the attendant was starting to get anxious. Ariana let out a sigh of defeat and began to wander around the store. She was almost about to give up when her eyes fell on one of the bottom corner shelves of a counter.

She pointed to the shelf and asked “May I see that collection?”

The attendant furrowed his eyebrows “Oh those are pocket watches, they are not…how should I put it? We don’t consider them to be our finest, so I didn’t really think they would be worth your time”

Ariana shot him a cold glare “Why don’t you let me decide what is worth my time and what isn’t? Now would you be kind enough to bring them out?” The attendant quickly lowered his gaze and walked towards the shelf. As he brought out the collection of pocket watches, Ariana gasped with delight. She didn’t even need to see the entire collection because there was one pocket watch in the corner which had caught her eye and she knew this was it. The perfect time piece for the golden boy. Ariana walked out of the shop feeling as if she had found a priceless diamond. “he must have returned home from his mission” she thought to herself. The next stop, his home.

It had been a week since she last met him. They had become good friends over the last 2 years, but the feelings she had for him were far stronger than just friendship. Truth be told, Ariana missed him terribly. She missed his blue eyes that changed shades depending on his mood. With her, they were always the color of the sky on a spring day, soft and clear. She missed the warmth he exuded, the gentle voice he used while speaking to her. With him she could be herself. It was as if time had gifted him to her. It was only when she arrived at his door did she realize how nervous and excited she was to meet him. She quickly opened the small mirror in her compact and adjusted her hair. She knocked on the door and a moment later he appeared. She stood there wide eyed, staring at him with a smile. It was as if Adonis himself had appeared.

“Ana, wow, what are you doing here? Sorry, did I forget something?” Steve couldn’t believe his luck, the only person he had wanted to see on his birthday was this gorgeous girl who had stolen his heart. Steve silently thanked the Gods for sending her to his doorstep.

“What so I can’t visit you unless we have a plan? I’m hurt Captain Rogers” Ariana pretended to wipe tears of her cheeks. Steve shook his head and laughed at her antics. “No, sorry Doll, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting you, come on in” Ariana loved it when Steve called her Doll or Ana, it gave her hope that maybe, just maybe he saw her more than a friend.

As she walked into his living room, Steve couldn’t help but stare. She was one of the kindest souls he had known. What he admired the most about her was that despite being a genius like her father and extraordinarily beautiful, she didn’t have an ounce of attitude or arrogance. Ariana made everyone feel special. She was gentle and compassionate. Falling in love with her was as easy as breathing. It was only because of her that the man out of time began feeling slightly at ease. To him she was perfection. He longed to hold her in his arms, kiss her deeply, and never let her go. But there was just one problem. She was a Stark. The apple of Tony’s eye. Steve knew the fellow Avenger would never approve of “Captain America” falling for his only daughter. Tony already harbored slightly bitter feelings for Steve, the last thing he needed was the Avengers to get affected cause he couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with Iron Man’s daughter. So instead, Steve had chosen to maintain a casual friendship with her. It honestly killed him to have her so close to him and yet so far. He didn’t know how long he could keep up this façade. The captain lead her to believe he was still having a hard time in this century, truth be told, he was. But it wasn’t as bad as when he had first come out of the ice. He was beginning to feel at home thanks to his brown eyed angel. Steve was afraid that if he told her he was doing well, she would stop spending time with him. And that was unacceptable to the super soldier, for all he wanted was to be around her and in her. He had spent many nights fantasizing about her in his bed, against the wall, in the shower and basically in every way he could make her his. He wasn’t proud of his filthy thoughts, she deserved to be treated with all the love and care possible. But, Ariana brought out the side of Steve that no one had seen before. She was everything he wanted, everything he had lost in the past and everything he knew he couldn’t have.

Ariana’s sweet voice drew him out of his thoughts. “Steve? penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about the mission, sorry, so what have you been up to this week? Steve tried to change the subject and steer clear of any accidental confessions.

Ariana brought out the elegantly wrapped gift and thrust it into his hands “Well, I know what you said about your birthday but I couldn’t help myself, I hope you aren’t mad at me. Happy Birthday Steve!”

Steve didn’t know how to react. “Ana why? I mean this is really sweet but you didn’t have to get me anything. I really don’t like making a big deal of my birthday”

“Yes, yes, I know, but how could I let you get away just like that? Birthdays are meant to be special and you are special in every way. you deserve the world” Ariana gazed at him with a look of adoration.

Steve stood frozen in his spot. He was overcome by the sudden urge to tuck the loose strand framing her soft features and run his fingers along her arms. He wanted nothing more than to pull her by the waist and press his lips to hers. The ringtone of her phone brought him out of his fantasy. Ariana frowned at the screen. She took the phone call, went to the other side of the room and mouthed a sorry to Steve. It was Tony. Whenever Steve thought about telling his feelings to Ariana, Tony would appear in some form or the other. Steve would curse himself and draw the line again.

Ariana walked back to him with a disappointed look “I’m sorry Steve, but I have to leave right now. Dad wants me back at the tower, he said he needs some help with the new tech”

She looked up at him with a sad smile. Steve internally screamed.

“I was hoping we could have gone out for a walk, but never mind, I guess I’ll open the gift later with you.”

Ariana scrunched her face “Noo please don’t do that. I want you to open it. You can message or call to tell me if you liked it, please I’m really excited. It took me quite long to decide”

Steve lightly chuckled “Ok, Miss Stark I will do as you please” She gave him a satisfied smile.

She picked up her bag and began walking towards the door. Oh, how she wished she could spend more time with her golden boy on his birthday. He wanted to stop her, but he knew there was no point. It was better this way. Before stepping out the door, she turned to him and gave him a warm smile “Happy Birthday Steve! Hope you like the gift. Enjoy the rest of the night, I will see you soon”

“Thanks Doll, I’m really glad you dropped by tonight”

Ariana was contemplating on whether or not she should kiss him good night when suddenly Steve lightly touched her arm and brought his face to hers. Her eyes widened with anticipation and for a moment she actually thought he was going for her lips, but instead, he planted a firm kiss on her cheeks. He didn’t draw away, he lingered for a moment taking in her scent.

Steve knew he was entering dangerous territory, but it was a kiss on the cheek, how difficult could it be? Turns out it was down-right painful. He was having a hard time moving away from her. Her scent was driving him mad with desire. He longed to pull her back into his apartment. Begrudgingly, he drew back. Steve gazed into her eyes and ran his thumb over Ariana’s flushed cheeks “Good night Miss Stark”.

That night, her cheeks remained flushed and her lips refused to wipe the shy smile of her face.

Back home, Steve tore the wrapping paper of the gift and opened the velvet box. And there it was, a gorgeous black pocket watch. The hinged cover had intricate carvings of the sun, moon and stars. Steve opened the cover to reveal a black and golden dial. He turned the pocket watch over and saw that it had an engraving that said “For the timeless moments to come-Love, Ana”.

Steve’s eyes were filled with tears. At that moment, he realized that it was never about the time one was in, it was about the person with whom they shared their time and space with. The timepiece provided him with the strength to cross the line he drew between Ariana and him. He was not going to let her go, for she was the one he wanted to create all the timeless moments with. He would never part with the pocket watch and would carry it around with him everywhere, it would remind him of his brown eyed angel who brought him back to life. And just like that, He made peace with time. They were no longer foes, simply two friends catching up with one another after having waited so long for the right moment to arrive.

[antclotz]

Yeet

Tony Stark: Now, what do you tell yourself when you're having impulses to jump off a bridge?

Y/n: ...

Tony: ...

Y/n: Yeet.

Tony: No-

[stephanieromanoff]

Wanda: So, do you want to know your gay name?

Natasha: My... gay name?

Wanda: Yeah, it's your first name-

Natasha: Oh, very funny, Wanda

*Wanda gets down on one knee*

Wanda: and my last name

Natasha: Oh... Oh my god.

Source: natascve

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Read your last Helen Fic and Instantly got an idea,How about Helen x Avenger!reader where reader tries to hide an injury from Helen cause R dosent want her to worry but Helen being the smartass she is figures it out eventually

You Can’t Hide A Dove in A Crowd of Crows and Expect It To Stay Hidden.

Helen Cho x Avenger!Reader

Sorry about it being late!

You weren’t a doctor.

That was evident from the bad stitching you’d done on your leg just five minutes before. You disinfected it correctly - courtesy of dating an actual doctor who was constantly worried about you going on missions. But that’s as far as your surgery skills went.

Helen wasn’t stupid. Even Steve noticed you were limping, and Steve is the most clueless person ever, so he never realises anything around him.

You tried to avoid any sort of walking, whether it was to the kitchen for food or for training with Nat. The amount of times she’d ask you why you weren’t on time at the gym was insane.

It wasn’t until Nat mentioned your strange behaviour to your girlfriend, who instantly clicked on.

“(Y/N)? Can I borrow you for a sec?”

Helen walked in. You weren’t caught into what she were doing, but she was playing the “I’m smarter than you” game.

Without thinking, you stood from your desk and instantly regretted it. Hissing, you caught your body with your arms by holding onto the edge of the desk as you leg buckled out of pain.

“I knew it.”

You realise you fucked up. Cursing, you exhaled in defeat. You managed to hide it well enough until now. But maybe the fact your wound wasn’t healing was a good enough reason to finally go see a doctor.

“You can’t hide a wound from a doctor in the same way you can’t hide a dove in a crowd of crows and expect it to stay hidden.”

“Your metaphors make my day.” You sighed, watching as she pulled out a first aid kit and helped you into the bed. She gave you a concerned look when she pulled up your pant leg, but she managed to quickly and correctly stitch it up before it became infected.

“Don’t lie to me again.”

THE END

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[avengers1shots]

Shut Up and Punch Me

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader Warnings: some bullying (name calling), which is never cool lol Request: Girl going to school with Peter Parker, and having abilities of your own. You two are recruited for opposite teams and having to fight each-other. He is very intrigued by your fighting techniques, and when you get back to school he realizes it was you he fought. Thank you!! 

A/N: I used Y/s/n to mean your superhero name, as well as the usual Y/n for your name.

   Midtown High School was just like any other high school. You learned stuff, drowned in homework, and experienced occasional typical high school drama. There was one anomaly that set Midtown High apart from all others (except for Xavier’s of course). Two superheroes hid among the student body: you, for one, and Spider Man. You happened to see him sneak into the building in his suit once, but you hadn’t seen who was under the mask. Not yet, anyway, and it was driving you insane. You weren’t used to being caught off guard.

   When you first started patrolling NYC, you didn’t expect to run into him nearly as frequently as you did, and you certainly didn’t expect to run into him during your most important battle yet. Of course, he was always interrupting your bad-ass bad guy takedowns, but now your super cool, super critical-to-your-superhero-career, super dangerous team battle too? This had to be some sort of joke. The guy was entertaining at times, but lately everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

   Just a week earlier, you had been stopping crimes with the friendly neighborhood Spider Man, and now you were fighting alongside Captain America, The Falcon, Scarlet Witch, The Winter Soldier, and Hawkeye to face Iron Man and his equally powerful superhero lineup. You had been instructed by Captain America to stick with him and only engage in battle if absolutely necessary, but for some reason, as soon as you saw the red and blue spandex-clad teen hero, you went for it. Wasn’t there such a thing as turf or something? If there was, the arachnid was definitely all up in yours. You tackled him to the ground, only to be greeted with the same idiotic remarks as usual. 

   “Y/s/n, fancy seeing you here. It’s almost like we planned it, I-I mean I didn’t plan it, but we run into each other so often, fighting and stuff, you know, it would almost seem like-” you cut him off.

   “Oh I know. It’s beginning to get on my nerves, web-head.” You replied rather pointedly, pinning his arms to the ground while straddling him. The position you were in was no doubt suggestive, but you were too pissed to care.

   “Is it really? Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

   “Spidey-boy?” You whispered.

   “Y-yeah?”

   “Shut up and punch me,” you continued, voice low. With that, you pushed yourself up and off of the utterly confused teenage hero, taking a defensive stance.

   “Wait, what?” Spider Man replied, getting up and scratching his head. 

   “Spidey, you are always getting on my nerves,” you say as you throw a punch aimed for his jaw. He barely manages to dodge it, as he throws his hands up in a defensive attempt. 

   “What was that for?” He asked, taken aback, as he sprung up.

   “That was for you interrupting every. single. one. of my takedowns,” emphasizing each word with another punch. “Also, for every witty line that escapes your mouth, and for being a superhero in the same freaking school as me,” you paused for breath. “Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, we’re kinda on opposite teams.”

   “Wait wait wait. Hold on,” he paused, bewildered.  “How do you know we go to the same school? I wasn’t even sure that we were the same age! You’re always so quiet when we fight and kinda angry, I guess, and I-”

   “You’re doing it again.” You cut him off.

   “Y/n?” You stopped advancing on Spider Man as Steve spoke through your earpiece.

   “Steve? What’s wrong?” You immediately responded while you tried to locate him in battle.

   “In case you forgot, I told you to not engage unless absolutely necessary, and we need your help. Now.”

   “Sorry Captain!” You quickly apologized, already beginning to run to his location.

   “Nice to see you, Y/s/n,” Steve teased.

   “Sorry, I thought you’d be able to handle yourselves,” you replied with a smirk. Just as you were about to spring back into action alongside your team, your ever-present interrupter swung down to stop right in front of you.

   “Hold on! You can’t just try to attack me, say we go to the same school, and run off!” Spider Man exclaimed, clearly exasperated. 

   “Seriously, how old are you guys? Like twelve?” Hawkeye chuckled.

   “Y/S/N, get your middle school boyfriend outta here,” The Falcon joined in.

   “Spidey,” you said, ignoring them while advancing on Spider Man, “I can run off when I want, and I did. Problem?” 

   “Yeah!”

   “Then do something about it.”

   “Tony, why’d we recruit him and not her? I like her,” said Black Widow. 

   “Fine! I will!” Spider Man then webbed your hands together.

   “Finally,” you said, rolling your eyes, as you swing your now connected fists into Spidey’s side. With the distraction of you and your frenemy’s verbal battle now dissolved, the fight truly broke out between both teams.

   Spider Man let out a groan, and as you managed to hit him already, you weren’t going to go easy on him. As much as the thought of fighting someone you knew from school might have pained you, you had to remain focused since Spidey was on the opposite team. Spider Man noticed you were lost in thought, and he decided to take advantage and webbed your ankles together. You looked down, trying to escape from the webbing that was binding your hands and legs, but your struggle made you fall forward, crashing into Spider Man and falling on top of him. (Insert flirty pun here lmao). Your face flushed slightly, but you quicly refocused and headbutted Spider Man before rolling off of him and onto your side. Squirming around quickly, your body bent so you could reach your tied hands into the pouch attached to your belt wrapped around your waist. You pulled out a knife, flipping it around to cut the webbing off of your ankles and then your wrists. Getting back up from the ground, you noticed Spidey had recovered from your  headbutt.

The two of you continued to fight, the battle between you was fairly even. You groaned out of frustration, this was becoming pointless. As much as you hated admitting it, Spider Man had the same skill level as you. The two of you were just tiring each other out - and that’s when shit hit the fan.

As soon as Ant Man grew to the size of a formidable skyscraper, Cap yelled for you to leave the airport. Knowing this fight had evolved past your ability level, and with Steve’s heads up, you managed to escape before anyone even noticed you were gone. It sucked to have bailed early, but you knew your parents would ground you forever if you weren’t home in time for school tomorrow.

   Despite the fresh bruises, and having been involved in the biggest superhero fight of the century just the day before, Peter made his way to his first period class. He couldn’t help but wonder as he wandered the familiar halls if you were at school too, and if you were wondering who he was. Of course you wouldn’t be, he thought to himself, as just the day before you had seemed extremely annoyed with him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he ran a hand through his hair. That was when he noticed Y/N, standing in the hallway trying to defend her friend. He didn’t really know Y/N well, but he shared some classes with her and thought she was a cool person, and also super pretty. She and the aforementioned friend were just minding their own business at a locker, but Y/N’s friend was being relentlessly taunted by one of the queen bees. Peter was just about to jump in when Y/N finally snapped. 

   “Look, I can insult my best friend, but if you do it again,” you stepped closer to the girl, “You’re going down.”

   “Do you remember when I asked you for your opinion? No? I don’t either,” the girl said and pushed you out of the way.

   “Do you really want your ass handed to you in front of this many people?” You asked and gestured to the crowd gathered around the two, hoping to watch the drama unfold.

   “Like you could hurt anyone more than your friend’s face does on the daily.” Following that last remark, you put your hands on either side of the girl’s face and headbutted her. 

   “You should learn to use your head more often; there’s got to be something in there other than air,” you stated, as she lay on the ground clutching her head. You turned to your friend, “Come on, let’s get to class.”

   As you walked away, Peter couldn’t help but recall the similarities between the headbutting of that girl and the one he received from Y/S/N yesterday. Y/S/N had said that they went to the same school, but what are the chances it was actually Y/N? Only one way to find out.

   “Hey, Y/N!” You turned around at the sound of your name, only to come face to face with Peter Parker. He was some totally adorable super genius that you hadn’t really ever gotten around to speaking to.

   “What’s up, Peter?”

   “I was just thinking, that that was, ya know, pretty cool of you.”

   “Thanks,” you smiled, and maybe even blushed a little.

   “Some would even say heroic.”

   “Oh I doubt that,” you smirked. Little did he know.

   “So do you headbutt people often?”

   “I wouldn’t say so,” you paused, as you narrowed your eyes, “What are you getting at, Parker?” Now it was his turn to smirk.

   “I dunno. Maybe you should shut up and punch me?” He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

   “You’re freaking Spider Man?!” You whisper-yelled in the busy hallway. He simply shrugged, his face still adorned with that smile, as he backed away and began to disappear in the crowd.

  “Hey! Parker! You can’t just say that and run off!”

  “I can run off when I want. Problem?”

- Mod Mainframe