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guardianofthepeanutwrites · 3 years

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Skirts and dresses Part 4

Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5

Tag list: @purplefreakwolffish @mayucerise

This chapter is for @sarcastich and @starkeraddictbaby

Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading!

CW: genderfluid Loki, Kinda asshole Thor

PeterParkerBingo2021: square Pet Names (card below)

Thor & Loki

Because Peter had been fairly young when he moved inside the compound, they had put his room next to Tony’s quarters since he was the one in charge of their youngest member. Then one day a door appeared in the middle of his room, connecting it to the Stark’s private quarters. They had a long discussion about boundaries: “Ask before putting doors in my bedroom” and “don’t threaten people because they hurt me” etc. Tony had argued it was easier (it was, but that was not the question) because they spend more and more time together. Which was true.

Tony and Pepper had started to teach Peter some things about business practice. They took him to smaller meetings and introduced him as Tony’s intern; it suited Peter very much. That, plus his patrols, as well as other Avenger business, like training, and his new business classes...Peter was now even busier than he already was.

Except on Sundays. Sundays were days Peter could rest, sleep, visit his aunt May, hang with Ned and MJ, and watch movies with Bucky the other Avengers.

Every Sunday morning, before leaving their quarters, Peter and Tony would eat the most decadent brunch that Peter would let Tony buy him. From all the changes that happened in his life since he got adopted by Tony Stark, Sunday brunches were certainly Peter’s favorites. He loved those calm moments with the man that he admired so much. He also loved that he could put on whatever clothes he wanted because FRIDAY would only let people in the know enter.

That Sunday, they were finishing their meal when Steve entered. He briefly stopped at the soft pink hoodie, gray and pink plaid skirt, and long white socks Peter was wearing before dismissing it and greeting the two men.

“So, Steve, what can we do for you?” Tony asked, forgoing the pleasantries. Peter knew Tony hated being interrupted during Sunday brunches, and saw that Steve started to move from one leg to the other, a bit nervous. Peter frowned.

“Oh, I-I mean, I wanted to apologize for-” Peter tried to interrupt Steve, he had told him many times that Steve was forgiven, but the man was stubborn and didn’t let him talk. “I know, you already told me, but I- I made this for you.” Steve gave Peter a piece of paper.

On the paper was a beautiful drawing of Peter in the purple dress that he had been wearing when Steve had discovered his secret. Peter was startled out of his stunned silence when his dad gently took the paper from his hands.

Tony simply whistled when he saw the drawing. “Aunt Peggy had told me you could draw, Rogers, but this is something else.” Steve looked at Tony, in shock.

“Au-Aunt Peggy? But you-you weren’t-”

Tony snorted, irked. “I went to her grave later, Rogers, because there was an emergency, and if there was something Aunt Peggy could understand, it was emergencies. She was Howard’s friend, and my godmother.” Peter, who had been told the story, silently stroked his dad’s back in support as he continued. “We also fought a lot when you came back.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Tony didn’t let him. “Not that it’s any of your business, Capsicle, but who do you think covered the truth about Howard’s death? Who do you think had enough power for that? Peggy Carter. She let me think my father killed my mom because he was a fucking alcoholic.”

Steve looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, grimacing. “I didn’t know. I am sorry, Tony.”

Tony lifted his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He lifted the paper with Steve’s drawing on it, looking at it pensively. “You’re very talented. We should make you an art studio. There is an empty room with great lighting.” Tony turned to Peter to watch him. “What d’you think kid? Wanna design it?”

Peter felt excited to be offered this opportunity; he nodded with way too much enthusiasm. It made Tony smile, proud.

“You’re gonna make some blueprints, and we will see with the Captain what he needs and likes. No, Cap, don’t argue, it will be good training for the kid. Now, Steve, if you don’t mind, I was having brunch with my kid.”

Peter only had 30 seconds to thank Steve for the drawing and promise him he would make the best art studio there was before Steve left. After Brunch, Peter framed the drawing and put it on his shelf with the piece of his first skirt and the picture of his dad in a dress.

Later that day, while Peter and Tony were looking at a movie, before heading out for a diner with Aunt May, someone crashed into their quarters through the window.

Tony was ready to fight in seconds; his watch changed into a piece of armor around his right fist, while his left arm pushed Peter behind him, only to find that it was Thor, son of Odin, that had crashed on the ground. Peter couldn’t help but find it kind of cute that his dad would try to protect Peter with his body when Peter could take the most damage.

“For fuck’s sake, Point Break, what the ever-loving fuck?” Tony let the gauntlet recede back into his watch and put his hand on his heart. “I have a heart condition, you know? And we have doors. FRI, baby, tell everyone in the compound there is no immediate emergency. Put the compound in code orange until further notice,” Tony turned to look at Peter, seeing the pink skirt, the hoodie, and the panicked glances his kid was giving, then added, “Tell them there is no need to come and lock the quarters immediately.”

Peter relaxed some and started to play with the hem of his skirt.

“I apologize, Man of Iron. It seems like I missed the door.” Thor stood up from where he had crashed, and he opened his arms to hug Tony. “It has been too long my friend. How are you doing?” Tony frowned, but he let the god hug him.

After they separated, Tony started to give instructions to FRIDAY for the reparations while Thor turned to look at Peter. There were a few seconds where Thor paused to take in how Peter was dressed before he widened his eyes.

Before Peter could react, Thor bowed deeply before speaking. “Good day, Lady Peter.”

Peter winced. Why would he be a lady? Just because he was wearing a skirt?

“I-I, no, Thor. I-I am a man.” Peter hated how his voice shivered.

Thor righted himself, beaming at Peter as if nothing had just happened. “Good, how are you doing Man of Spiders?”

Peter looked at the god, completely lost by what had just happened. “I-I am fine? Thank you, mister Thor,” Peter said with a small voice.

The god nodded happily. “I am happy to hear that.” Thor promptly turned to Tony. “Man of Iron, I am in great need of a favor.”

Tony scowled looking at the damage. “Is it more important than repairing the hole in my wall?”

Thor’s face became serious in a blink, making Peter shiver. “I am afraid it is really important, my friend,” Thor said in a deep voice.

The meeting had been going on for hours, and Peter was exhausted.

Thor wanted their help to get some information out of his brother Loki. The Asgardians had a reason to think that Loki hadn’t been the one behind the invasion and could even have been a victim of the scepter like Barton and the others, but Loki wouldn’t talk. Thor hoped that maybe someone on Earth could help them because they had tried everything.

The news was welcomed by an uproar, led by Hawkeye and Fury, and had calmed down after Thor had explained that if his fears were correct, there was something worse coming to Earth. He also promised that they wouldn’t need to bring Loki for them to interrogate him and that there was a magic mirror they could use to talk to him.

It was decided the mirror would be locked in Tony’s lab, the most secure room at the compound.

However, they all forgot Peter had unlimited access to the room.

The first time Peter saw Loki, Peter was walking along the glass walls of the main lab. He could see Natasha and Maria Hill looking frustrated at a mirror. In the mirror, there was a gorgeous woman with long, raven black hair; she had piercing green eyes, green lipstick, and she was wearing a stunning, black leather dress.

If Peter hadn’t been gay, and stupidly in love attracted to Bucky, he knew that he could have fallen for this beautiful lady.

Then his brain started to work again and realization clicked: The woman was Loki. Loki was wearing (and rocking) a dress. He looked like a woman, but how? When she/he/the God of Mischief saw Peter, they winked. Peter startled and simply walked faster to the B-Lab where Bruce was waiting for him.

Peter couldn’t get Loki out of his mind. The God didn’t look uncomfortable wearing a dress or looking like a woman in front of his enemies.

After some days, Peter decided to go to the main source of information about Loki: Thor.

“Oh, yes, Loki sometimes, uhm, switches? Mother always said to respect the gender he looks like, but you know that Loki is my brother, so it was difficult at first.” Thor massaged his neck, uneasy. “But then, Loki started to play vicious pranks on the people who would call him a man when he was dressed like a woman. So, I learned to, uh, call Loki a lady when he wears a dress.”

And then Peter understood. “That's why you called me a lady the other day!”

Thor nodded. “But luckily you don’t ask me to call you a woman.”

Peter frowned. “Why do you say luckily? I mean, I don’t think there is anything wrong with asking someone to call you a woman if… you feel like a woman?” Thor, confused, looked at Peter and was about to reply, but Tony (since when had he been in the room?) answered first, making Peter and Thor startle.

“No, there is nothing wrong, Peter. Loki is genderfluid, which means that they don’t identify themself as having a fixed gender.” Tony, who was at the door, walked into the room and up to Peter. “We asked Loki and he said you could use the pronouns depending on what he looks like. It’s easier because Loki is a shifter, and can change depending on his moods. But if you ever meet another genderfluid person, you can just ask them what gender they identify with at that moment.”

Peter nodded. It made sense.

Thor looked a bit crushed when he started to speak again. “So, it’s not only Loki?” Tony simply shook his head. “Oh. I think I need to talk to my br-Loki.” With those words, the god left the room.

Peter did some research about genders - Tony helped - and he concluded that he was a man that liked to cross-dress and that there was nothing wrong with that. Peter had felt very loved that his dad, who was always so busy, had taken the time to explain all of those terms to Peter until they found the ones that felt right.

But Peter was a curious person, and it was what led him to be bitten by a radioactive spider in the first place... Peter wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to talk about the dress, and about being genderfluid. He knew that the god was not a good being, but Loki was already in prison. What could go wrong?

“The mighty Avengers are sending me a child, now? Interesting.” Loki’s bitter words made Peter flinch. Peter silently closed the door behind him, before he entered the lab.

“No. I- I mean, I am an Avenger, but they didn’t send me.” Peter nervously played with the plaid shirt he was wearing that day.

“Then why are you here?”

Peter lifted his head and looked directly at Loki for the first time. He noted that Loki was in a male form.

“I learned that you are genderfluid. I- I just wanted to talk.”

Loki’s face softened a little bit. “Oh, yes. People of Midgard have been strangely open-minded about it.” His face then hardened again. “What do you want? Do you want to see the shift? Do you want me to become a female?”

Peter winced.

“What? No! Only if it’s what you want. But, no, who would want you to do that? You’re not some kind of animal.” Peter was horrified, just thinking about it. Loki huffed but said nothing, watching Peter with piercing eyes. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “I-I like to wear dresses. It is called cross-dressing here.”

Loki looked at Peter like he was analyzing Peter’s very soul. “Why are you telling me this, human?” he seemed perplexed.

“I saw you in that dress the last time, and you were gorgeous. I mean, that dress, it looked like it had been made just for you.” Peter couldn’t contain the excitement in his voice. Loki raised an eyebrow, but Peter could see that he was fighting a smile.

“That would be because it was crafted for me. I am a prince of Asgard, little one.” The reply was unexpected, and Peter felt his eyes open with shock that was rapidly replaced by glee.

“Oh yes, my da- Mr. Stark let a tailor come to the tower, and he wanted to tailor some things, but I wasn't ready yet. Mr. Stark said that the man could come back later. ”

Loki didn’t fight his smile this time.

“And why weren’t you ready, yet, dear?”

Peter and Loki talked a big part of the night until Peter started to yawn too much, then Loki sent him to his room. As days went on, after his patrol and doing some homework, Peter visited every night to talk about stuff with Loki.

“By the Norns! Dear Spider, why would you not simply tell the man that you want him?” Loki asked, sitting against the wall of his prison.

“What? No! He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Peter answered stubbornly while painting his nails with a green nail polish that had been approved by Loki.

“You won’t know until you try, dear.” Peter shrugged and changed the subject.

Of course, after a visit one night, they were discovered. While Tony and Natasha (and Bucky) hadn’t been really happy about it, there was nothing they could do or say to change Peter’s mind.

“You what?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“I stabbed the mongrel,” Loki answered, way too smugly if you asked Peter.

“Because he slapped your ass? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“Oh my sweet, sweet, little Spider. If you let men get away with unwanted touching, they will think it is alright to do it again and again. No one should dare touch a lady like that without consequences.” Loki played with the knife that had been in his hand since they started to talk that day.

“Yes, but still, Thor is your brother.” Peter never had had a sibling, but if he had, he wouldn’t have stabbed them, for sure.

“After that, neither Thor, nor any of the savages he called ‘friends’, ever touched me without my consent.” The smile Loki sent his way made Peter shiver.

“Yeah, ok, fair.” The god did heal fast, so Peter guessed that it was okay-ish.

Peter had been surprised when a raven had given Peter two identical letters one morning after breakfast. He was even more surprised when the letters ended up being Loki’s complete confession. One had been addressed to ‘The Mighty Avengers’ and the other to ‘Sweet Spider’.

Loki explained how he had fallen into Thanos’ lap after the destruction of the rainbow bridge; he mentioned the torture, the scepter, and how the beating that the Hulk gave him had helped him evade his conditioning. He also laid out Thanos' strengths and weaknesses, including how and when to beat him.

At the end, Loki wrote that he would never have written his confession if it weren’t for Peter.

Peter then took the last page, where Loki had drawn them both and had it framed to be placed on his beloved shelf.

#peterparkerbingo2021 #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #peter parker #winterspider #5+1 things #still 6+1 tho #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #skirts and dresses

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sineala · 4 years

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So I'm reading the Iron Man Extremis comics, and I have questions, what triggers Tony to all of a sudden push for superhero registration? Is he registered? What does Speedball have anything to do with it? What happened in Stamford, CT? How did Maya Hansen just get plucked out of prison with no repercussions? Is there something going on between her and Tony?

If you’re only on Extremis this is all going to be answered later if you keep reading, but if you actually want spoilers:

1. There are a couple things that trigger Tony to push for Registration; one is the events of Execute Program, the next arc after Extremis, in which Tony’s brain gets hacked and he is mind-controlled to murder a bunch of people. (He’s about to kill Steve when he manages to stop his own heart.) Because of this, he starts to believe that there really ought to be some kind of oversight of superheroes. He thinks he and all the other superheroes are basically weapons and that there should be some kind of registration. The other is the Stamford incident itself. Prior to Stamford, Tony was actually against Registration and in fact went to DC to testify against it (this is in a Spider-Man arc, because Peter goes with him) but after Stamford happens it’s pretty clear that Registration is going to pass, no matter what anyone says about it.

Tony’s actual motivation for joining Registration, which he finally reveals in Casualties of War, is that he knows what the government plans for Registration would have been without him there, because when he was the Secretary of Defense he had access to the files for Project Wideawake. There would have been Sentinels, power inhibition, genetic testing to identify and then control anyone with powers. (We know he is absolutely right about this because What If? Civil War shows us a universe where Tony dies during Extremis and isn’t around to run Registration and this is exactly what they get and pretty much everyone else dies fighting Sentinels.) So Tony figured that the only way to stop these things from coming to pass was to join Registration and that way he could (and did) implement it in a way that was less dystopian than that. Yes, many of the things he did were Definitely Not Good (and many of them were not actually a necessary consequence of his position on Registration), but also fewer people died than otherwise would have.

He also becomes the director of SHIELD at the end of Civil War, but he’s basically blackmailed into doing it by the current Secretary of Defense who tells him he’s going to let the public know about everyone he murdered during Execute Program.

2. I mean, since he’s running Registration, I sure hope so, don’t you? Seriously, though, yes, he’s registered; to show his support for Registration, he makes his identity public (again) in Civil War: Front Line #1 so at that point everyone (including the government) knows who Iron Man is and where he lives.

3. Speedball is basically the guy who gets blamed for Stamford.

4. This is all covered in Civil War. The Stamford incident was when the New Warriors (a team of relatively young heroes, including Speedball) decided they needed good ratings for their reality TV show and decided to fight the villain Nitro. Nitro’s superpower is that he can make himself explode. The New Warriors entered the fight very, very close to a school, and the resulting explosion killed several hundred people, including a bunch of kids. So the US government goes, “Oh no, this is terrible! If superheroes had proper training, they would know not to do this, and this wouldn’t have happened!” and they pass the SHRA. Then when Speedball eventually turns up alive, he’s imprisoned until he agrees to register, at which point he gets to go be a superhero again and he changes his codename to Penance and has a new costume with internal spikes, one for each of the people who died at Stamford because this whole thing understandably really fucked him up.

5. Tony breaks Maya out of prison during Execute Program so she can help him try to fix his brain (due to the mind-control). He phrases it as “parole” but, seeing as how he just flies in there and grabs her, I’m pretty sure it’s an actual prison break. After the war she’s actually out on actual parole -- when we find this out, Tony says he’s going to get her a presidential pardon but I’m not sure if this actually happens -- and she works for Tony at SHIELD. And then she fakes her own death and goes to work for the Mandarin who is trying to kill Tony and pretty much everyone else, so that could have gone better.

6. As far as I know, not at this point; they start sleeping together after Civil War. (Yes, this is after she’s already tried to kill him once.)

Hope that helps!

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helpimobsessedwithpercyjackson · 4 years

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More MCU/Riordanverse mashup headcanons:

Percy likes training with the Avengers, no one at camp is a match for him, the only person who can occasionally beat him with a sword is Nat

Dr. Strange gets Will an internship at his old hospital, Christine looks out for him while he’s there and makes sure he gets the most out of it that he can

He also likes going to the House of Life and helping and learning from followers of Sekhmet. Jaz teaches him a healing spell that actually works for him

Piper and Jason are the first ones to meet the Guardians, Piper really likes Mantis but is freaked out by Rocket (“that’s a talking raccoon” “Piper we’ve seen such weirder stuff” “but... raccoon”)

Piper explains to Mantis how her charmspeak works better when she’s feeding people the emotions they want, it helps Mantis use her powers better

Tony visits the library at Brooklyn House and answers all of Cleo’s questions about mechanics and physics and basically everything, she’s one of the only people besides him who has access to FRIDAY, he won’t even give it to Leo (“Aw come one I’d love to have a sentient network! It could get my kitchen to make me a smoothie before I even walk into it” “that’s exactly why you’re not getting one”)

T’challa helps new praetors come into their roles, he knows about feeling too young for such a large responsibility, he’s the only mortal allowed in Camp Jupiter

The Barton house becomes a safe house for the Hunters, they let Clint practice with them when they’re there and they adore Laura

Magnus starts talking to Quill about his travels, Quill mentions a bunch of planets and he gets so confused (“but there are only nine worlds” “no there are so many, my dad was actually one” “Alex can you pick me up? I’d like to be in Valhalla when my brain explodes”)

Meg is obsessed with Groot she can understand him perfectly and they enjoy playing pranks on Apollo and the Guardians

Will jokes that they should have an “I was born in the wrong generation” support group and Nico, Hazel, Bucky and Steve actually start getting together and discussing what they miss about their time and figuring things about modern society together

Peter asks Leo to only speak to him in Spanish to help him improve, he gets really good at it and soon no one can have a conversation with the two of them at the same time because they start speaking rapid Spanish to each other

Samirah and Sam go out flying together, Jason joins them sometimes and they usually go to Brooklyn House to feed the griffin

Sadie helps Nat dye her hair, Wanda comes in and asks them what they’re doing and ends up getting blonde highlights put in because it reminds her of Pietro

Someone makes a joke about Percy just being a kid and he just kind of smiles and looks away but somehow Bucky knows that he’s seen some shit and he pulls him aside and talks about his experiences and his losses in the war and everything that he was forced to do and Percy breaks down because finally there’s someone who knows what it’s like to go through so much trauma and struggle to keep out the darkness that’s so easy to succumb to

Annabeth talks to Steve about how scary it is to watch the person you love most become a little unhinged and it’s even scarier to not understand the way they’re feeling and being unable to help

They have the largest prank war, every group against the other, team Valhalla keeps getting put on probation because “we’re not all immortal einherjar Mallory please stop trying to murder us”, team CHB is really good at it because Connor and Travis, Team Cap is a little lost but they have spirit, team Guardians think they’re really good but they’re truly terrible at it “Rocket electrocuting people is not a prank”. It takes ten minutes to walk though a hallway because there’s so many people trying to pull different pranks

Thanks @someone-took-meep for asking me to do this

#pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #the kane chronicles #tkc #mcga #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #riordanverse #rick riordan

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time-to-cause-chaos · 3 years

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catch me to infinity

5 times Wanda catches Peter, and 1 time she doesn't know if she can. (Reblogs appreciated <3) (st*rk*r shippers, pls DNI) (also this is PLATONIC, not slash so yeah, pls don’t read this as slash)

AO3 link WC: 5,738

1. Accidentally, off a couch

“Wanda” Peter says, laying across his chair, feet dangling idly in the air.

“Wandaaa”, Peter whines again. His half-finished hot cocoa sits abandoned on the coffee table while Wanda sips hers quietly.

Wanda pauses the tv, raising an eyebrow and looking over to Peter with an unimpressed look.

The guy on the screen is leaning against a wall, mouth half-open, caught in the middle of a joke.

“We’ve watched this episode like a million times. I can probably tell you every single line and scene by heart at this point.”

Wanda sighs, “Which one should we watch then?”

A quick glance at the window says they’re still stuck inside, if the storming winds and downpour mean anything. They didn’t have a problem with some light rain, in fact, if Tony and Steve hadn’t expressly told them they couldn’t go outside, they would already be soaked and muddy. The last day they’d gone outside in the cold though, the next day was full of fevers and snotty napkins so it was decided they’d actually listen this time. That rainy day had still been awesome though and there were absolutely no regrets, even when Peter was delirious and giggling everywhere in a haze.

The sitcom playing in front of them was one of Wanda’s favorites - probably why Peter had put up with watching it for the millionth time - but at this point, she was barely making it through the episode without wanting to rip her hair out.

She was bored.

Peter came around her and sat on the back of the couch, his feet planted on the cushions. Flipping through the shows was a waste, they’d also gone through nearly every episode they could and starting a new show right now sounded exhausting.

Wanda slumped and Peter got up, standing on the sofa, “There are so many things we could do, we’re in the Avengers Compound, there can’t be nothing to do.”

“We could go swimming?” Peter asks.

Wanda groans, “Then you’ll be the one explaining why we got sick again”

“Wanda, it’s indoors”

“N-o” she spells out, “No swimming”

“Well what about-”, Wanda doesn’t figure out what Peter was going to say because his balancing act comes toppling down, maybe balancing on his heels and pacing on the headrest of the couch hadn’t been one of his best ideas.

Peter yelps and his arms come over his head as he crashes to the floor.

...Except the crash never comes.

Instead when Peter opens his eyes, his nose is one inch from touching the floorboards and his limbs are covered in bright red ripples of light.

“Whoa”, he breathes, uncurling himself and spreading his arms out, as if he was floating.

Wanda scoffs and with a flick of her fingers, let’s go of her hold on the mist and helps him close the gap between himself and the floor, dropping him harmlessly on the floor.

He picks himself up and looks at her, mouth agape, “Wands, you have powers!” he shouts in glee.

She rolls her eyes and snorts, “Really, Peter? That is news to me.”

“No, no I mean imagine all the fun things we could do with this”, Peter’s hands flail wildly to emphasize his point, “we could prank the others, for one”

She smirks up at him, “That’s actually not a bad idea”

“When have I ever had a bad idea”

Wanda’s eyebrows pinch together in exasperation, “The swimming idea?”

“Okay, fine moment of weakness but anyways,” he grins, “We need supplies, I’m going to get supplies”

He snaps his fingers and is out the door before he can hear Wanda yell, “If Tony grounds you, it’s not my fault!”

2. Mysteriously, for the suspense and drama

Peter laughed into the comms as he kicked one of the bad guys down, “Was that a dad joke, Mr.Stark?”

“It was a pun, there’s a difference Spidey” Tony grunts, blasting up into the air and firing another guy down a stairwell.

Clint pops on the comm link, crackling into their ears, “I’m pretty sure that was a dad joke Tony”

Peter shoots a web onto the ceiling and swings around, webbing up the last few people in the room, “Mr.Stark, just make sure to give us a warning before you go full dad-mode and start playing golf and bringing us our lunches”

“I actually think I did bring your lunch to your school that one time”, Peter doesn’t have to see Mr.Stark’s face to know he’s smirking.

“Nope, nuh-uh, no I definitely don’t remember that”

“Oh yes you do,” Tony laughs, “Your face was red the entire time”

Peter grimaces,”No idea what you’re talking about”. Oh he definitely did, it had been embarrassing, god and Ned’s jaw was practically on the floor while MJ watched unimpressed as the entire class’s eyes bulged.

“I think I saw some dudes slip up to the roof, I’m going to go grab them” Peter says, changing the subject and looking for Tony for confirmation.

“Go ahead, Underoos. I’ll be right behind, just going to make sure law enforcement have a hold of these guys, first.”

Peter nods and slips out of the room, already running up the fire escape.

He bursts out onto the roof and immediately has a gun trained on him.

“Make one move, Spiderman, I dare you”

“Well, I do love a good dare”

Peter ducks behind a potted plant just as the guy fires a bullet. Spinning out from his hiding place he yells, “I’m going to call you Boots!”

The man was wearing heavy black combat boots with large wedges, a short person’s true love, Peter thinks.

He had thick wedges too on most of his sneakers, but he assured himself Tony he only wore them because they were fun to wear.

Speaking of, he was pretty sure Mr.Stark made his shoes with wedges in them too-

Peter yelps and ducks as the gun fires again, missing him by a foot this time.

Anyways, he was average height, thank you very much. Anyone who said otherwise could eat his webs and dirt.

Peter notices a slight hesitation in his opponent’s movement and immediately shoots a web out, yanking his gun arm down.

He flips behind him and punches him down right before the man flips back up, nailing Peter on his nose and forcing him back.

Peter yelps and realizes their fight is nearing the edge of the roof, which had a good 8-story drop behind it.

He tries to push his punches in another direction, trying to redirect them both before one of them goes over but the man stays strong pushing them closer and closer to the edge.

Wanda’s voice comes in through the comms, “Peter, where are you?”

“Roof” Peter barely gets out through his grunts.

“I’m under you” she says.

Ironman comes out through the roof access door and watches as Peter stumbles, barely inches from tipping over the side.

He raises a metal hand, ready to shoot but Peter stops him, “Just trust me”

He would’ve let Tony handle it, but the blast could knock him off too, not just the other guy, and if he was going to plummet off a building today, he wanted to do it on his own terms.

Balancing on the small wall, the only thing keeping him from falling off, Peter jumps sideways just as the man raises a leg to kick him down.

Peter smirks, using two fingers to salute, “Sayonara, sucker” he laughs as he pushes off and starts free-falling backwards, wind and gravity pushing on him.

That was so cool, he thinks. It was a perfect reenactment of those scenes in movies where a character will dramatically fall off a roof narrowly escaping their nemesis and then gets caught by like, a dragon or a flying pirate ship.

It’s called a fashionable exit, to all the uncultured misfortunes who think it’s stupid.

Mr.Stark was probably pretty confused about what just happened though.

He plunges through the air for a full three seconds before he’s caught by Wanda’s magic, floating mid-air.

He catches a glimpse of her pursed lips and smiles, “You’re so dramatic” she tells him, concealing her amused eyes.

Wanda takes them both up to the roof where Mr.Stark already has the man Peter was fighting, tied down.

Tony groans in exasperation when he sees them both, already having figured out their little magic act.

They just laugh.

3. To annoy, off the counter

It’s a Friday and the essay sitting on the table next to Wanda has already been long abandoned. He was not going to waste another minute trying to figure out what personal connection he could make the short story they’d been assigned to read during class.

He related to it because he’d been in a similar situation maybe?

But anyways, he wasn’t going to waste time trying to find a way to spread that over 8 detailed sentences and supporting textual evidence.

He’s sitting on the counter and watching Wanda and Vision read books next to each other on the chairs. Wanda’s legs are resting on Vision’s lap and as fun as it was watching them both, he was still exhausted and not in the mood to face the dangers of his other homework for tonight.

Didn’t Mr.Stark say not to risk his life unnecessarily? This should definitely count because just looking as the textbook took away two hours of his energy, at this rate he’d be on his death-bed by nightfall.

Munching on a protein bar, he looks up at the ceiling.

The only one in the building right now, besides Vision and Wanda, was Steve - well technically Mr.Stark too, but he was in a board meeting that Pepper begged him not to bail on so he was off-limits.

He glares at Wanda, trying to get her to notice him bored out of his mind, but she stubbornly stays focused on the page.

She’s actually reading Harry Potter, the result of Peter’s pestering, and she loved it. The plan to get Wanda to do something with him was interfering with the joy he would usually feel though.

Like yay, my pseudo big sister is finally catching up on all the books and movies she’s missed while working with evil people but also please please please notice me before i throw my stupid homework into the sink disposal-

His alarming train of thought still didn’t catch her attention so he slumps before getting up and deciding to walk all over the counters and ceiling. You know if that mark on the wall from when someone - ahem Clint ahem - had thrown a pen on the ceiling, acted like a mark he could pretend he was doing an obstacle course.

Yes, he could see it now, he’d do a cartwheel over the pen mark on the ceiling, then run on the wall, then he’d jump over the couch, and jump back onto the counter, the living room was plenty big enough.

Wow, this is a sorry excuse for fun.

He did the course three times and was skittering across the ceiling when Steve walked in and immediately shook his head at him.

Peter freezes in surprise and looks guiltily at Steve.

“I’m guessing the homework didn’t get done”, Steve says.

Peter sits criss-cross on the ceiling, if he gets down, he’s probably going to be guilt-tripped into doing his homework and no thank you.

Steve sighs and looks at him, “At least get down, you’re going to fall and get hurt.”

“No I won’t. I’m part-spider, this is like my natural territory”, Peter says.

“You have the traits of a spider”

Why did he always have to pull out the school detention PSA voice?

“But look! I can do a cartwheel on here, I’ve been doing them and I’m fine”

He’ll get down, as soon as he does just one, little cartwheel to annoy Steve.

Of course, that’s when his body decides to betray him and he slips, losing his grip on the ceiling.

He wasn’t worried about falling and smashing his nose at all, he knew Wanda would catch him every single time, in fact he’s already crossing his arms over his chest and scowling as he hovers on his back 3 feet above the ground.

Steve walks by him, still suspended in the air, and ruffles his hair, “Homework now”, then probably feeling bad for Peter, he adds, “Tony said you can use the lab later if you finish early”

Peter groans, “Fine”

Wanda puts him on the couch and he walks over to her and drops in the chair next to her on the table. She hasn’t looked up once this entire time, not even when she’d caught him in the air, only unlatching her fingers from Vision’s and stopping his fall with her powers.

Now she looks up and smiles at him, poking his forehead and pushing his computer towards him.

He groans again.

4. To spite and win, off the balcony

Peter licks his lips, running through the plan again.

There’s someone coming down this hall, he can hear their soft footsteps padding on the floor. Peter’s going to jump out and get the offending person out of the game, it’ll be easy as long as he times it right.

He jumps out from where he’s hiding behind the door frame and pulls up the gun aiming it at the unsuspecting form.

His paintball gun chooses right then to stall and dang it, that means that he has no defense or attack.

He looks up to find Clint grinning at him coyly, gun already trained on him and finger poised on the trigger.

He yelps and jumps out of the way just in time, the purple paintball splattering against the counter.

Peter runs back through the hallway, getting away from Clint and his treacherous smile (it was the smile of a deranged man who would do anything it takes to win paintball) and finds a cleaning closet to hide in while he fixes his gun.

Did the plastic pieces just have to jam right then? Talk about shitty luck.

He picks at the inside of the barrel with a toothpick and grins as a faint click ensures that the machine is functioning again. The paintball that had gotten stuck shoots out and Peter ducks out of the way as pink splatters against the dark wall.

He knows Clint’s prowling the halls for him right now and he prays the man didn’t just hear the shotgun go off.

Slowly creaking the door open and making sure there’s no one there, he tip-toes out and runs to the balcony, it’s the perfect place to hide out and wait for his next victim. The second anyone enters the living room, he has the perfect view on them and nobody looks at the balcony until it’s too late, which means more wins for him.

He underestimated Clint though.

The older man jumps out (umm where did he come from??) and kicks Peter’s gun away from him with a triumphant laugh. Peter backs up against the cool metal railing and looks at him imploringly, “Can we talk this out?” he offers weakly.

He really regretted voting for the no superpowers rule now.

“Any last words, Parker”

Peter turns his head around, looking for a way out. It was too high to jump from without his webs and it won’t be possible to run around Clint without getting hit by a paintball.

Right before he decides to accept his inevitable defeat he sees a flash of bright red hair hiding in the branches of one of the thick, green trees below them.

“You know what, you got me Clint” he smirks, letting Clint bask in his moment of victory for a second, “Just kidding” and he flips himself back off over the railing.

He really wishes he could’ve seen Clint’s face at that moment, sadly success came with a price.

Right on schedule, the sharp red crackles of electricity catch him a couple of feet from the ground and he plants his feet on the ground, turning around to face Wanda.

“Thanks Wands”

“Oh I didn’t do it for you”

It takes him a second too long to figure out what she means but by the time he does it’s already too late, a dark red paintball slams into his protective vest.

“You’re a traitor, Wanda” Peter sulked, wow and here he thought he could actually win - or at least come second to Nat.

“All is fair in love and paintball”

5. Unwillingly, off a stage

Wanda had decided to pick Peter up from his Decathlon practice, it was always Happy who did it but he was sick and plus, they could grab some ice cream and talk before they had to head back.

She tapped her fingers idly on the steering wheel, rapping out a misplaced tune and glances again at the school gates.

She fixes the rearview mirror and frowns, Peter should have come skipping out 15 minutes ago.

Wanda steps out of the car and smooths her wrinkled hoodie, running her fingers through hair once in the window before walking towards the school.

Her sneakers squeak, echoing loudly through the empty hallways and she has to wrinkle her nose at the spitballs stuck to the walls and lockers. Someone’s book report flits around in the air and suddenly, she’s incredibly grateful she never had to go to a real high school.

There’s a piece of paper with a handwritten “Academic Decathlon” scribbled on it taped loosely on heavy, wooden doors and she pushes them open, shivering at the rush of cold air that bursts out.

Peering in, Wanda sees Peter on the stage but he’s not alone. There’s another high-schooler gripping hard at his shoulders and sneering at him, speaking words Wanda’s not close enough to hear. It doesn’t take any amount of genius to know the two boys weren’t friends/

She doesn’t even have time to intervene because Peter’s pushed off the stage, it’s barely a 2 foot fall but Wanda doesn’t care, she’s angry.

Peter looks at her in surprise with dark red cheeks once she puts him, gently, on the floor. He practically curls in on himself and she honestly wouldn’t be surprised if her skin was a similar shade as his, just not for the same reason.

She stomps up to the other boy who’s looking at her in alarm and pokes a harsh finger at his chest, “You. bastard.” she accentuates each word by pushing her finger even harder against his t-shirt, “What’s wrong with you?!”

She may not have gone to high school but she definitely knows what a bully is. She’s had plenty of her own in the past, even if she hadn’t realized it at first.

It wasn’t fair Peter had to go through the same thing, school wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was where you were supposed to goof off with your friends and learn, not get pushed around by kids because they think they’re better than you.

A hand tugs at her wrist and she’s so wound up nearly forgets to soften her face when Peter tugs again, silently asking her to just drop it.

She looks back at the bully who’s gone pale and pushes him, sending him stumbling back a few feet.

“Don’t touch my little brother again, asshole” she snarls before whipping around and dragging Peter out the doors by his backpack.

By the time they get to the car, Peter still hasn’t said a word and instead opts to look out the window, not even sparing Wanda a small glance.

Her face is still aflame and her hands are still clenched around the wheel as she pulls to the side of the road and parks, looking over at Peter. His eyes are tinged red.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, the second they’re parked.

“Don’t say sorry, it wasn’t your fault, but why didn’t you fight back? Just one shove”. It doesn’t make sense, Peter is strong enough to take on super-soldiers, he practically is one himself with all his advancements, so why doesn’t he just push back? He doesn’t have to get hurt like this, he doesn’t deserve to.

“I’m just Peter Parker. I’m not Spiderman at school so it wouldn’t make sense, I can’t just do that”, his fingers dig into his thighs and he kicks lightly at his backpack.

“Then you could’ve said something to us,” she’s looking up at him, eyes almost crazed. It’s not okay, it’s not even close alright, it’s awful that this happens to him.

And she knows it’s not just a one-time thing.

Not when bullying at Midtown has been discussed far too many times for comfort, not when he’s come back with bruises and marks even when he hasn’t patrolled in days, and definitely not when Peter just tried to subtly wipe a tear from his cheek.

She feels tired all of a sudden, as her raging wave of anger reaches a crescendo and plummets to the ground, scattering, dropping her intentions to take care of anyone who even comes close to hurting Peter with some well-placed punches and kicks.

Wanda sighs and squeezes her eyes shut, blindly, she grabs Peter’s hand and asks, “Was that the Flash guy?”

“No, Flash never gets physical, he’s not too bad. This is someone else”

“So you’ve been getting bullied by multiple people?”, it’s not a question, she already knows. “Peter, you’re Spiderman, you know this isn’t right so please, please the next time this happens just” she exhales, “Just please, promise you’ll tell someone, anyone and they’ll take care of it”

“Promise” Peter breathes from next to her.

“Okay” she pulls back into the traffic, “I’m getting cookie dough ice cream, which one do you want?”

+1. This one was definitely not supposed to happen, shit, shitshit

It’s getting really hard to breathe.

Which should probably not be happening, but in Peter’s defense, he hadn’t even wanted to skip class. MJ had told him to, quote, “Get out of here before your dumbass throws up on someone’s shoes” and for once he’d actually listened, deciding going home and sleeping his fever off was better than being stuck in a stuffy old classroom, doing schoolwork.

The heater of the apartment sounded like heaven and sunshine right about then.

He was just going to take the subway when one of the tv’s turned on, flashing a news report about the Avengers fighting the group of people near the tower.

According to the news channel, they had a whole lot of advanced technology, from ray guns to shapeless contraptions you couldn’t tell heads or tails of.

And there were a lot of them.

So of course, Peter had immediately donned his warm hoodie and jeans and switched into his suit, already swinging towards to get there, it made his stomach queasy and his head spin, but it was fine, he was already almost there.

“Peter, you’re not doing this right now, stop it and go home”, Tony’s voice is playing through Karen the second he’s in range.

“Technically, I’m supposed to be in school right now, Mr.Stark”, Peter swings onto a roof and crashes against someone, knocking them down before looking at the metal cube object they had abandoned.

It was glowing a light purple, which should probably not be happening.

He walked cautiously around it and his eyes widened as the glow got brighter and spread more, covering the entire cube now.

“Shit!”

Peter manages to scramble back before it explodes, leaving a black scorch mark on the floor and the smell of smoke in the air.

“Peter!?”

Oops, he’d forgotten Mr.Stark was there.

“Yeah I’m fine, just where did these people get all this stuff?”

“No idea, but Pete, I swear to god get out of here, or else I’m calling your aunt”, there’s a strangled grunt and the comms go silent.

“Mr.Stark??”, there’s no answer, “Karen, take me to Mr.Stark”

He swings two buildings away and lands on the 9th floor balcony, entering and running towards the signal. When he enters the room, Tony’s being held up against the wall by someone who’s wearing heavy metal body armor, it could pass for an Iron Man cosplay if you squint really hard.

He jumps over, kicking them down and ducking a punch. Grabbing the wrist of the armor, Peter twists their arm and slams them on their back before immediately looking back at Tony and helping him up.

“You okay?”, Peter questions.

“Yup, something she used fried the comm link though, I can’t get to to anyone else”

Peter nods and they both run through the halls, racing to get to the top of the building.

“What do they want?”

“I don’t know, but right now I think they’re just trying to blow stuff up”

Bursting onto the roof, there’s only one person there with some weird silver spear, which honestly looks pretty harmless compared to everything else.

The man there, sees them and immediately backs off, dropping everything and stumbling away with a forced smile.

Tony still closes in on him and Peter webs his wrists and legs to the floor, just in case.

They’re both looking down onto the other rooftops for trouble when the headache Peter has been ignoring grows, and he stumbles back feeling his fever spike.

Tony approaches him and kneels down next to him where he’s sprawled on the floor waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.

“Kid, you have a fever”, Tony says after asking Karen for his vitals.

Peter swallows and fights the urge to keel over and vomit, “I’m fine”

“If I had a penny for every time I heard that” he jokes, voice unbearably soft, “Listen, you stay here and I’ll come and get you when this is over, ‘kay?”

Peter’s about to nod when someone flies onto the roof, they’re wearing goggles and using mechanical wings to help them fly.

Peter’s too dizzy to do anything so he watches as Tony raises a gauntlet and fires it up with a low whine that resonates in Peter’s keyed-up ears.

“Back off”, Tony says as a warning.

The girl smiles and takes off the goggles, slipping them up on her head with a puckish smirk, folding her wings in.

“Pleasure to meet you Iron Man, as well as you Spider”, she has a lilting accent that Peter can’t place.

The gauntlet doesn’t falter, even as Tony shifts so Peter is stuck in his shadow, “What do you want?”

“I want one of your inventions. I may not be in charge of all these idiots, but my best friend is our leader and if you get me what I want, this can all be called off.”

“Best I can do are scraps from the intern labs, sorry.” he says, before firing a repulsor as she ducks out of the way.

“I wasn’t going to this the hard way but I suppose I’ll have to”, her curly, brown hair whips in her face as she puts it up into a ponytail, still dodging Tony’s blasts.

Peter’s spidey sense flares just as her wings do and she’s coming at him at full speed, lifting him up and flying up, past the buildings. Oh he really has to hurl now.

Tony swears and tries to blast up, only to realize the girl had stuck a small square chip on him and his suit’s shutting down, his breathing clips and he looks up to where Peter’s being flown up.

He gets out of the suit and runs to the edge of the roof, “Wilson!” he calls, signaling Sam over from where he’s hauling debris out of the street for a car to get through.

Sam flies up to him and without a word, grabs him and flies him over to where Clint, Natasha, and Wanda are a few buildings away. The whole 30 seconds he hasn’t taken his eyes off the Peter-shaped speck in the sky that’s getting harder and harder to see.

He stumbles over to Clint who’s looking at Wanda in concern, arms braced behind her to catch her if she falls.

Tony briefly wonders what’s going on, before looking up at the collapsing building in front of them, the scarlet circling her wrists, and the sheen of sweat covering her forehead.

Clint looks over to him, swallowing, “Steve’s in there trying to get the rest of the people out, we can’t get in though, it’s too unstable. The second Wanda lets go, the entire place is coming crashing down”

Tony can’t hide his panic anymore and he points up the sky, “Clint, it’s Peter”

Clint follows his finger and he jerks, seeing the red and blue suit in the distance, “Oh god”

The comms finally crackle back online and Tony swears his heart skips a beat when he realizes the bird lady just dropped Peter, oh my god.

They’re well over 4,000 feet up and his heart is in his throat as Peter’s screaming floods through the comms.

Wanda hears it too and her hold on the building falters as she falls to her knees, eyes squeezed shut. Clint moves to hold her but hovers around her instead, glancing back up at Peter when Wanda has a semi-stable grip again.

Natasha kneels on the ground next to Wanda, “You’re going to have to catch him”

Wanda’s voice teeters on a cry, “I’m trying”

Tony holds back his own cry and desperately tries to speak into the comms, if Peter realizes Tony’s trying to get through to him he doesn’t acknowledge it.

The comms are filled with wheezing and rushing wind and Tony’s gripping his arm so tight because that’s his kid dammit, and he can’t do anything.

Wanda’s attempts at catching him are proving futile, she can’t handle anything else without dropping the building which she can’t do, not when Steve and a whole lot of people are depending on her not to let it go.

“Sam, can’t you take your wings up and get him?”. He doesn't care how panicked his voice sounds right now.

“One of the guys stuck a chip on it, the thing’s dead-weight now” Sam says, voice filled with sorrow.

Tony gulps in a breath and falls on his knees next to Wanda, “You have to catch him, Wanda” there’s a grim undertone in his voice hiding the waver and pure terror flooding through his veins.

Wanda grunts, tears are shining in her eyes, if it’s because of the strain or Peter, he has no idea.

“GUYS! Guys, guys, I’m falling!” Peter screams into their earpieces, voice cutting out, hot tears squeeze at his eyes.

Wanda looks up with a new sense of determination and her eyes flash, Tony suddenly knows that anyone going toe-to-toe with her would probably run first chance instead of fight.

“You can do it Wanda, come on” Tony pleads.

Peter’s form is getting bigger every second, little by little.

At around 500 feet, a faint glimmer of red runs over his body but it’s not enough, it slows Peter’s fall the tiniest bit before he’s hurtling through the air again.

‘Tony, Tony, Tony” Peter says his name like a prayer in the comms and Tony clenches his fist again, switching between looking at Wanda and Peter so fast, he wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up with whiplash.

The strain on Wanda’s forehead grows and her eyes squeeze shut as she tears at her limits.

Tony stands beside where she’s kneeled on the ground, trying to see if he’d be able to catch Peter if this didn’t work. He really hoped it didn’t come to that though, he didn’t have his suit and with the speed Peter was falling at, he didn’t know what would happen.

Eyes focused on Peter, Tony realizes a thin, flickering layer of red is very slowly growing over his body. Relief bubbles in his throat and Wanda is able to slow Peter enough so that he and Sam can grab onto him, they all fall to the ground in a pile of limbs.

Tony grabs Peter under his shoulders and holds him upright as he gags and chokes on nothing, taking off his mask and brushing his curls off of his sweaty face.

Tony’s ears ring with the lingering screams of Wanda and Peter, his throat feels raw and he realizes that in his panic, he had been screaming too. And it wasn’t just his ears that were buzzing, it seemed like everything was still ringing, the air vibrating with panic.

Peter was held close to Tony’s chest as he shook with heaving gasps and suppressed sobs, dried tear tracks streak the sides of his face and Tony tries to comb his fingers through the knots in Peter’s hair.

Looking around, Tony took everything in, everyone’s faces were pale and Wanda was barely holding herself up on her elbows, her heavy pants were forced through clenched teeth.

She’d let go of her hold on the building as Steve had come running out, waiting till he was out of the damage zone before sending it all crashing down. All of that had happened just seconds after she had managed to gradually slow Peter down and get him to the ground in one piece.

A sigh of exhaustion huffs through Tony’s nose and the team sits in silence for a few minutes, trying to process all the chaos that had just happened.

Clint was helping Wanda, shakily, sit up and Peter crawled out of Tony’s arms to her before wrapping his trembling arms around her shoulders and whispering something to her.

Tony doesn’t know what was said but Peter was safe, everyone was safe. They were all alright and his breaths started to come easier.

Natasha sat next to him giving him a small, reassuring smile. He leaned back and shut his eyes, making a mental note to add a parachute to Peter’s suit, among many other things. Also to thank Wanda, because if she hadn’t been here...Tony didn’t want to think about it.

That was done now though. Tony’s chest feels much lighter when Peter smiles at him over Wanda’s shoulder, the type of smile that conveys a million emotions, with nothing else.

He gives a shaky grin back.

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Vacation ~A Series

Part 1: Road Trip

"The Avengers need a VACATION."

Spin-off of the series "Keeping Her."

This is a TICKLE series. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Special thanks to @marvelgiggles for the help and support you have given me with this series!

Summary: Tony surprises the Avengers with a summer getaway. Y/n, being the youngest of the family, experiences her first road trip.

“I win again!” boasted Peter as he flicked your white chess piece with his black one.

“Ohhh Peter I don’t think I like this game!” You groaned, resting your head on your palms.

“Because I beat you every time?” He asked, smirking.

“Exactly.” You stated, pouting at the chess board.

“With more practice, you’ll get the hang of it!” Peter encouraged you.

The two of you were sitting at a little table in front of a window overlooking the Avengers grounds. It was after dinner and you were waiting for a meeting to start. You didn’t really like meetings. They sometimes took long and there was lots of arguing.

“Y/n, I have a secret to tell you, but don’t tell anyone that I said anything. Okay? Especially not Mr. Stark!” Peter whispered.

“I promise! Tell me!” You urged.

“Tony has a surprise for us, not a meeting! But I can’t tell you what the surprise is, alright?”

“No meeting? That’s awesome! And alright… I hope it’s good!” You whisper-yelled.

“I think it’s pretty good.” Peter grinned.

Just then, the announcement for everyone to meet in the conference room was called. You and Peter raced to the elevator.

You sat between Natasha and Bucky. You and Peter kept making excited glances at each other across the giant table. Tony entered the room acting serious while you and Peter fought to hold in your giggles. Pepper stood at his side with a soft smile on her face.

“Alright. Announcement time.” Tony clapped. “I know I told most of you we will be going on a mission tomorrow, except you Y/n, and Pete, but we will actually not be going on a mission tomorrow.” Tony stated.

Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, and Vision all looked at each other confused, while you and Peter looked at each other smiling.

“Tony, what do you mean?” Steve asked, concerned.

“Pep and I have been doing some reading and thinking about what’s best for us as a team.” Tony began.

“As a family.” Pepper added.

Everyone waited for what Tony was getting to.

“Tomorrow, we will be taking a MANDATORY summer trip to a cabin in the mountains.” Tony announced.

Everyone looked at each other shocked, with excited gasps and smiles. You couldn’t believe it. You had never been on a trip like this before.

“The Avengers need a VACATION.” Tony declared. “We’re all starting to look run-down. ...How can we save the world like that?”

“Yes. Vacations are shown to have psychological and physical health benefits. You are all hard workers. You deserve this.” Pepper said.

Everyone cheered and was so happy. You stood up and ran to hug Pepper and Tony, thanking them. You were ecstatic, mostly because you got to go relax with your family instead of them being busy training or going somewhere dangerous. It was going to be great. Everyone was excited, but the person who was probably the most excited of all, even more than you, was Natasha. This was her only family, and she had never gotten to go on a real vacation before.

Tony and Pepper explained all the details for the trip so everyone knew what to pack and what to expect.

“Get to packing! We leave at 7:00 A.M.!” Tony announced.

Everyone scrammed to their quarters with enthusiasm to go pack for the trip, expect Peter, since Tony told him and May ahead of time.

“Thank you for helping me pack, Pepper. I don’t really know what to bring since I’ve never been on a vacation before.” You said as you entered your room.

“Sure! I’m happy to help.” She said sweetly. She began pulling out different outfits and shoes out of your closet and you put 2 weeks worth of outfits together.

You both sat on your bed, folding your clothes and packing them in your suitcase.

“Pepper, what if an emergency happens? And the Avengers have to go fight?” You asked, worried about the possibility.

“Tony’s planned for that. They will have a jet come and get them. If that happens, it will be okay. That’s not something you need to worry about, okay?” She reassured you, patting your leg. You smiled and nodded, feeling better about the situation. You pushed those thoughts away and let yourself be excited.

You finished packing your clothes and all the other essentials for the trip and got ready for bed. Pepper left and you tossed and turned for a while until you decided you were way too excited to sleep, so you went down the hall to go see if anyone else was awake. You turned the corner and bumped right into your dad, Bucky, and stumbled back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a playful tone.

“Ihihi can’t sleeheep.” You giggled nervously.

“Too excited?” He smirked.

“Maybe.”

“Let’s go make some Sleepy Time tea.” He said, scooping you up, making you giggle.

He carried you down to the kitchen and set you on the counter. You might be a bit older, but you loved being carried by Bucky. It made up for lost time with him in a way. You never got to be carried by your dad when you were little. He liked to carry you too. Being a super soldier, you felt very light to him when normally carrying a teenager might be a bit difficult.

Bucky made you each a cup of tea and leaned on the counter.

“Well it’s our first family vacation.” He smiled.

“Yeah. You know, I was worried you’d never get better.. Now look at us.” You said with a soft smile.

Bucky nodded. “We’re really lucky, Y/n. Thanks to Wakanda.”

You finished your tea and Bucky took you up to your room.

“Go to sleep!” He growled playfully, tossing you on your bed.

“Nope!” You snapped back.

“Oh? You want to be tickled? Fine with me!”

“Noooo!” You squealed before falling into hysterical laughter as Bucky dug into your tummy.

“I’ll tickle you until you pass out if I have to!” He teased. Of course he’d never hurt you, but he will tease you into oblivion.

Bucky changed from digging into your tummy to squeezing your sides, which made you cackle every time. He blew a raspberry on your cheek and you squealed and rubbed your cheek on your shoulder, giving him perfect access to blow a raspberry on your neck. You fell into silent laughter and pushed at his chest while he scribbled into your sides. He laughed along with you and finally quit tickling and you felt exhausted.

“Night, Y/n/n. I love you.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You woke the next morning to a knock on your door from Natasha.

“Mmm?” You were too tired to even speak.

“Y/n, it’s Nat. Can I come in?” She asked.

“Mhm.”

Natasha entered the room and rubbed your back.

“It’s time to get up!”

You started to come out of your sleep and open your eyes. You were thinking it was her waking you up for training.

“You gotta get ready to go!” She said cheerfully.

You then remembered that you guys were leaving for vacation and you sat up excitedly.

“I literally forgot!” You giggled.

Natasha giggled and poked your side and you flinched. You smiled at each other.

“Nahahat! I’m getting up!” You said, holding your hands up in defense.

“You better.” She said with a sly smirk, before poking all over your sides and tummy.

You giggled freely before rolling out of bed.

“Ihihi’m getting reheheady, Nat!” You said cutely, standing up off the floor and making your way to the bathroom.

“Meet in the kitchen!” She said before leaving you to get ready.

“When you were fully ready, you made your way down to the kitchen where everyone was sitting at the table, except for Tony and Wanda, who were finishing cooking breakfast. You set your things down next to everyone else’s and took a seat between Sam and where Wanda was going to sit, and across from your dad.

“So, what time are we getting on the jet?” Peter asked.

“Oh, we’re not taking the jet. We’re taking this.” Tony tapped his watch and an image of a hi-tech, black van popped up. “We’re taking a real road trip.”

“That’s AWESOME!” Peter exclaimed.

It did look super cool and comfortable. Either this was going to be really fun or a disaster to cram everyone into a van all day. You were excited, however, to see the scenery. You’d never been on a fun road trip. Only eerie, dangerous missions to spy for HYDRA.

After breakfast, everyone loaded up in the van, except Wanda and Vision. They took a separate car to enjoy being alone together. In the van, Tony was in the driver's seat with Pepper in the front with him. In the middle row was Sam on the left, Bucky in the middle, and Nat on the right. In the last row was Peter on the left, you in the middle, and Steve on the right. Tony made the seats spacious enough for the long drive, so it wasn’t too crammed. It was perfect and really cool. There were TVs on the back of all the seats with wireless headphones. The windows were tinted and could even be fully blacked out (except for the front windshield of course) and cool LED lights can be turned on that lined the floor for a cool, relaxing effect. There were many awesome features in the van and Tony explained them all as he pulled out of the gates of the Avengers compound.

Tony pulled onto the highway. Excitement bubbled up in your chest. This was going to be fun.

“Y/n, look!” Peter said, pointing at the screen in front of you. “We can all play each other in these games!”

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention that.” Tony called from the front seat. He wanted it to be a little surprise. “The controllers are in the compartment. Push the button with the blue light.”

You all pushed the button and a compartment popped out with game controllers, wireless earbuds, chargers, and snacks. Everyone gasped excitedly.

“Tony, man, this is great! Thank you!” Sam said.

In your compartment, you pulled out a journal with your name on it with colored pencils and pens. Peter had that in his as well. It was a little gift from Tony and Pepper, as if they hadn’t done enough already. You both thanked them profusely.

Everyone started to play each other in Mario Kart. Peter was almost always in the lead, making everyone frustrated while he laughed evilly.

“Alright. I’m taking one for the team.” You said, setting your controller down and attacking Peter’s waist with tickles as he dropped his controller on the floor and hollered with laughter.

‘Noohoho faaair!” He screeched as you tickled his sides. Everyone else cheered you on while you reduced Peter to a puddle. He began trying to fight back, which made you nervous, so you went in for the kill- his underarms.

“N-Noohohohohohoooo!” He laughed, before falling into silent laughter. You continued to tickle him until Sam announced that he won.

You ceased your tickles and Peter gave you a death glare, crossing his arms and turning away to look out the window. Your heart dropped and you felt guilty that he was mad at you.

“Peter?” You asked.

He ignored you.

“I’m sorry.. I was just playing.”

He continued to ignore you. Everyone else was talking and occupied, unaware of what was going on between you and Peter.

“We can play again.”

Full-on silent treatment.

You felt terrible, and looked down at your hands. You felt that you could cry, but fought to hold it back. The tension you felt between you and Peter was nothing you ever felt with him before. You were scared he’d be mad at you for a long time. You regretted what you did. You became lost in your thoughts when suddenly, you felt a squeeze on your left thigh, making you jump. You looked up at Peter who had a devious smile on his face.

“Gotcha!” He growled playfully.

A huge wave of relief came over you. He was just messing with you.

Peter launched at you and attacked your underarms with tickles. You squealed and scooted back into Steve. You realized this wasn’t the best idea when Steve, who was wearing his earbuds and watching a movie, grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head, trapping you effortlessly. He continued to hold you while he watched his movie.

“This is what you get for tickling me, Y/n!” Peter said as he dug into your underarms and ribs. You laughed and tried to wiggle away but it was no use.

“I’m gonna tickle you WAY more than you tickled me!” He playfully growled, tapping his nose to yours. You blushed profusely. Then, he began squeezing your thighs as you belly-laughed. You tried to kick at him but your seat belt had you restrained, as well as Steve.

“Peheheheter! Nohohooo quihihihit!” You squealed.

“No way!” Peter replied. He scribbled your knee caps and you giggled. It was too much and you couldn’t catch your breath. Peter noticed and gave you a break. He chuckled at you endearingly while you caught your breath with a big smile on your face. He then drilled into your hips, making you cackle and throw your head back in laughter. You were so trapped and could barely move. You had tears in your eyes. Peter then wiggled all 10 digits into your worst spot, the middle of your tummy.

“Mwahahaha!” Peter boomed. The feeling of his ruthless tickles made butterflies swarm in your stomach and you couldn’t stop blushing.

Finally, Peter quit and you slowly sat up, still giggling.

“So, you weren’t really mad?” You asked.

Peter shook his head “no” with a smirk.

You smiled and sighed with relief.

You became occupied over the next few hours, writing in your journal, watching a movie, and talking with Peter and Steve. Eventually, Tony took an exit so everyone could go to the bathroom and get something to eat. Everyone decided on a restaurant for lunch.

“We have a party of ten.” Tony said to the astonished hostess. Everyone was looking and was shocked that a bunch of the Avengers were in the restaurant. Peter had to wear his suit to make sure no suspicion was raised about him without the mask. A few of them took pictures and signed autographs. You didn’t because no one really knew who you were. When everyone was finally able to sit down and eat, you all ordered your food. Peter sat next to Tony so he could make sure no one tried to mess with Spider-Man and his identity.

After lunch, everyone loaded back up. This time, Steve and Tony switched. Steve went to the driver’s seat while Tony sat in the back with you and Peter. He made you sit in Steve’s spot so he could be in the middle of you and Peter. It wasn’t long before Tony was cuddling both you and Peter with the seat leaned back. All three of you fell asleep.

“Y/n/n!” Tony sang softly, rubbing your back.

Your eyes fluttered open. A few hours had passed since you fell asleep. Everyone in the car was gone except you, Tony, and Peter in the backseat. You looked past Peter to see Steve out the window pumping gas. You, Tony, and Peter got out and made your way into the gas station. You grabbed Tony’s hand and squeezed it. “Can Peter and I get Sour Punch Straws, pleeeease?” You begged.

“Yes Mr. Stark, pleeease?” Peter joined.

Tony rolled his eyes with a grin. “Yessss.”

Everyone got back in the van and you and Peter went back to your seats. You got blue Sour Punch Straws and he got green. You both split your candy in half so you each had blue and green. You and Peter always did things like this, since you were best friends. Tony kept taking your candy, so you made a mistake- you poked his side. He flinched and gave you that look before poking you back. You giggled and started poking him rapidly. He raised his eyebrow, obviously trying not to laugh, and began poking all over your tummy and sides. You started giggling like mad and pushing him away towards Peter. Tony grabbed your hands and held them to his chest.

“Are you starting a tickle fight with me? Because if you are, you’re reeeally going to regret it.” He threatened, a sly smirk on his face.

“Maybe I am… and I don’t think I will.” You sassed.

“Alright. I warned you.” Tony said, and held your wrists to his chest with one hand and squeezed your tummy with another.

You were in hysterics and everyone looked at you, chuckling. You were embarrassed, but this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Once again, your seat belt restrained you due to your rapid movement. The fact that you were trapped made you even more ticklish.

Peter watched Tony tickle you, blushing. He made sure to keep his distance because he was well aware that this could easily be him.

“Uuhhhh tickletickletickle!” Tony repeated over and over in a babyish tone, squeezing your tummy in the same way, not switching places, speeding up, or slowing down. It was maddening.

You were beyond flustered.

Tony look down at your smiling face and pink cheeks. It was too cute. When he saw you had had enough, he let you go.

“You’re sooo mean!” You yelled, catching your breath and hiding your face.

“You deserved it.” Tony chuckled.

That evening, you all pulled up to a gorgeous, giant cabin in the mountains. There were ginormous pine trees everywhere, a deep forest, hiking trails, a huge, beautiful lake, an awesome swimming pool with lounge chairs, a nice wooden deck with chairs and a fire pit, and a cute town a few miles away. It was perfect and you were all beyond excited.

“We’re here!”

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Part 2

#marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle #avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #peter parker tickle #avengers x reader tickle #ler!tony #ticklish!peter #ler!peter #ler!bucky #ler!natasha #lee!peter #lee!reader #keeping her fluffy lee #fluffy lee #vacation fluffy lee #fluffy lee vacation

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bigfan-fanfic · 4 years

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Neighborhood Spider-Peeps

Requested by anonymous for MCU Miles Morales, Peter Parker, and Ironheart ideas

Okay, so the role of Spider-Man in the MCU needs an update, because I think we’re all pretty tired of Spidey being Iron Man Jr., right?

What better way to bring some fresh life into this by introducing a new few characters and building a fresh and youthful Spider-Team? And of course, the world needs a new Iron Man, right?

Enter Miles Morales. Science nerd, graffiti artist, certified genius. And enter Riri Williams. Technological sage, preteen college graduate, and social media activist.

Peter’s just been revealed as Spider Man, so he has to act quick. So he invents some wild story about him being trained by Tony Stark, and though he never wanted it, he is forced into Tony’s shoes. He starts off as the Iron Spider and Pepper and Happy support him of course, but know that he never wanted this.

JJJ is prosecuted with legal action for doxxing, Pepper putting the Stark legal team on the case.

And someone is bitten by a spider.

Miles Morales is just starting out in high school. Peter is only a year or two older than him. Miles is freaking out about his new powers, but quickly begins to learn to control them (mostly). He’s capable and eager, far more so than Peter was.

And Pepper has another objective.

Tony has one Riri Williams marked out in his files for what he deems Project Potential. RIri has a genius-level intellect, has also submitted ideas for improving the Iron Man suit. In fact, she was where he got the idea for nanites from and he resolved immediately to see about recruiting her to his own little think tank.

Then came the whole Snap thing.

It’s Pepper’s turn to elevate someone. She gives Riri access to the Iron Man Project so she can slowly improve upon the ideas. Riri excels at her work, but she wants to proactively shape the world for the better. She wants to rebuild the Avengers initiative

By now, Riri is just about eighteen, so Pepper is marginally more comfortable with letting her take on the Iron Man suit, helping her with the name Ironheart. Riri and Peter chafe a bit, considering Peter’s a shy highschooler who’s still trying to figure out if he even wants to be a hero and Riri is a headstrong college grad itching for a chance to improve the world.

Okay, so honestly, Miles is a better Spider-Man than Peter was, because he not only has more powers, like his cloaking ability and his Venom touch, but because he has a better understanding of where the crime is happening, and which things he can let go. Miles can conduct triage and focus on areas of greater crime. Peter just kinda haphazardly does whatever’s close by.

Anyway, Peter figures out pretty quickly there’s another Spider-Man and goes to find Miles. And learns from him, because for a guy just starting out, he’s got this whole thing down.

And New York’s a big enough city for a pair of Spider-Men.

Introducing Miles to Riri helps her understand Peter better, and they decide to work together, because everybody needs a team. A support system.

So basically while Riri takes over the position of Iron Man for the Avengers, Miles and Peter work together on sticking to New York and keeping it safe. And when the Avengers require Spider-Man, they get both, who have begun to learn from each other. Peter drops sweet tech for Miles to use, and Peter learns from Miles’ techniques.

They become good friends, too, helping each other with schoolwork and introducing their civilian friend groups who Know to each other.

And Miles, Riri, and Peter become the vanguard of a wave of younger heroes, cautiously keeping the younger generation from getting into too much trouble, but still letting them find their place in a new world of technology and powers.

#headcanons #marvel headcanons

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youngbugandtonystank · 4 years

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I was wondering if I'm the only one who gets irritated when certain articles or movie reviewers on YT refer to Tony and Peter's relationship as one of "mentor and mentee"? While this is true, I feel like addressing them as mentor & mentee makes their relationship solely professional. Like, all Tony cares about is Spiderman and training him to be a better superhero. I get really angry when people interpret things like that and eliminate the personal connection between them. (1)

(2) Some also interpret Happy's words in FFH "Tony wouldn't have done what he did if he didn't know that you're going to be here after he was gone" as if Tony wanted to make sure that Spiderman was alive, so there will be someone to keep the world safe and continue his legacy as a superhero. Again, there is truth in this but I doubt Tony cared about Spiderman when he invented time travel. To me, he wanted to bring back Peter and for no other reason but because he loved him as a son.

(3) Could you please elaborate on this and point out why Tony and Peter shared more of a father/son relationship rather than purely teacher/student one. I love that in a recent post you talked about how Peter's goodbye to Tony was not the typical mentee goodbye. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on this because to me, Peter was clearly saying goodbye to a father figure. He was almost begging him to hold on, to not leave them, etc. Thank you in advance!

Hi!

I know what you mean, I hate it when they do that too.

Before this, we need to see the difference between the three concepts Peter means to Tony:

1. Mentee: is a person who is being mentored.

(’What we discussed. Keep your distance. Web 'em up.’)

(’Stay close to the ground. Build up your game helping little people, like that lady that bought you the churro.’)

(’Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a... There’s a little grey area in there, and that’s where you operate.’)

Haha, even at this stage Tony congratulated Peter like three times the same day lmao

Peter Parker: Hey, everyone.Tony Stark: . . . Good job.

Tony Stark: Nice job, kid.Peter Parker: Thanks.

Peter Parker: What?Tony Stark: You did a good job. Stay down.

Tony Stark: I wanted to tell you what an incredible job your nephew did this weekend at the Stark internship retreat. Everyone was impressed.

The pattern of telling Peter that he did a great job constantly is something Tony wanted from his father and from there, you can tell he’s already entering the parental territory even if he was just the mentor at that time.

Protegé: is a person guided and protected by a more prominent person, their relationship is mutual.

(’I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Do you know that I was the only one who believed in you?’)

(’it’s never too early to start thinking about college. I got some pull at MIT.’)

(’You know what? He actually made a really mature choice. It just surprised the heck out of us.’)

Son-figure/Pseudo-son: one who can identify on a deeply psychological level and who generates emotions generally felt towards one's father. A person who looks up to someone older and treats them like a father.

(’What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? ‘Cause that’s on you. And if you died, I feel like that’s on me.’)

(’I wanted you to be better.’ ‘Pete, you gotta let go. I'm gonna catch you.’)

(’My dad never really gave me a lot of support... And I’m just trying to break the cycle of shame.’)

(’But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you on the way...’)

Peter Parker: Hey, man. What's up, Mr. Stark?Tony Stark: Kid, where'd you come from?Peter Parker: Field trip to MoMA.

Peter is all of the above. He went through those with Tony and their relationship developed into father-son territory.

For me, it’s easy to tell that they have a father-son relationship by just looking at the same scene you mentioned; Tony’s death.

Think about it, Pepper has been in Tony’s life for around 10 years and Rhodey has been in his life since he was 15 and the fact that Peter is within the circle of people to say goodbye to him personally means a lot. The directors picked Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey to create an emotional goodbye to Tony, with the people who are closest to him. Peter is one of them, I don’t think a simple mentee would get that privilege. If Peter was just the mentee in Tony’s life he would’ve gotten this type of goodbye:

Far away and keeping distance. But Peter got the close contact, Rhodey even gave Peter time with Tony and Pepper even helped Peter up. That looks like a family dynamic.

I don’t if you read my comparison between Harley and Peter but if Peter was playing only the mentee part he would’ve been in Harley’s position. Tony and Harley probably kept contact through text messages and emails. He was invited to the funeral and stood very far away from Tony’s inner circle. Harley could’ve easily gotten an internship just like Peter since the kid is also smart and Tony could’ve said something about him in the movies but not once was this kid mentioned. This is because Harley is more like a ‘part-of-the-legacy’ kid of the generation that Tony appreciates than a pseudo-son.

A simple mentee wouldn’t get the treatment Peter got:

I think some people really think EDITH is just a normal A.I. or some pair of technological glasses lol no. EDITH can and is:

Tony’s security and defense system.

Tony’s most powerful artificial tactical intelligence.

Gives access to Stark Industries' global satellite network. The entire Stark global security network.

Stark Industries’ arsenal of missiles and drones.

Back door to all major telecommunication networks.

Capable of hacking into nearly any computerized device.

Is programmed to have Peter Parker as the only authorized user.

Stark Industries' weaponry.

Is the user interface to the entire Stark Industries network.

Tony basically gave him his legacy and his company there. A mentee wouldn’t get that responsibility. Why not give the glasses to Rhodey; an officer with the United States Air Force and liaison between the military in the Department of Acquisitions and Stark Industries; an actual aerospace engineer and Tony’s best friend? Why not leave that to Pepper; the CEO of his company and wife? Or Happy, his head of security and one of his best friends? In terms of the company, Peter now has almost the same power as Pepper. Almost.

He gave that to Peter because he trusted him and loved him as a son, someone worthy of carrying his legacy.

Many wanted Tony to leave Peter money or something fancy, but the truth is, what’s really more important and personal than a man’s entire legacy and trust? Nothing. Not even money. Also, who’s to say he didn’t leave money too? We’ll find out in the next movie, who knows, maybe he left something else too.

Let’s also remember EDITH wasn’t just a pair of glasses before, she was just like JARVIS or FRIDAY but Tony decided to upload her system in the glasses.

More proof of this is Peter being able to call Happy and ask him to go to an entirely different continent to pick him up in a private jet where Happy not only helps Peter with his injuries and lets Peter use Tony’s technology like nobody’s business but also assures him that Tony did everything he did in Endgame for him. This is not the treatment a mentee gets.

Even in Ant-Man, Hank Pym gave his protegé Darren great power in their relationship because and I quote: ‘I thought I saw something in him, a son I never had perhaps.’

Even if their stories are different, Pym mentions he saw a lot of himself

Darren Cross:All those years ago, you picked me. What did you see in me?

Hank Pym:I saw myself.

Darren Cross:Then why did you push me away?

Hank Pym:Because I saw too much of myself.

Some mentees and protegés are meant to evolve into something more and this is what happened with Tony and Peter. I don’t think they thought their relationship would get to the point it got but it did.

Directors, producers, actors, and actresses have said it before and the only ones who can’t accept the fact are either tony antis, comic book super fans or fans of the first spiderman movies. Other people can clearly see their relationship for what it is.

There’s one thing I really hated before FFH came out, actually even before Endgame came out; many were already replacing Tony as Peter’s father figure and were guessing who was going to be the next one in line. They were nominating Doctor Strange, Happy or Fury as if being a father figure is something superficial and exchangeable. And you want to know why they were already replacing him? Nope, it’s not because Tony was going to die, at that time nobody knew that, it’s because it was stated before that RDJ was not going to participate in FFH. That’s the only reason. I get it, Peter had two father figures and he lost his biological dad but that doesn’t mean Peter sees every single male out there as a father figure, sure he can get attached because he’s a kid but he doesn’t love them the way he loved/loves Ben and Tony.

Thnx!♥

I also know I have other asks in my inbox and I promise I’ll get to them as soon as possible.

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #endgame #far from home #tom holland #robert downey jr #marvel #mcu

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iixbella · 5 years

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𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

where tony stark sends peter and his daughter off for college

character name: alaya stark

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TONY STARK COULD STILL REMEMBER THE VERY MOMENT HIS DAUGHTER WAS BORN. The billionaire had arrived home from a mission with the Avengers just in time, rushing into the hospital ward as Pepper Potts had started to push. He was speechless, not being able to do much except hold his wife's hand, and whisper words of encouragement while wishing that it would all be over shortly — and it was.

Alaya Maria Stark was born just before the clock struck midnight, coming into the world with a head of soft curls and strong lungs. The little girl was a ball of happiness, lighting up their world like the sun that they revolved around. And despite how close Pepper was with her daughter, nothing could match the bond of Tony and Alaya. It was them against the world.

“Tony, have you seen Alaya? She isn't in her crib—"

Pepper paused as she stepped into the lab, her frantic facial expression instantly softening. Tony Stark was gently swaying in the middle of his work room, eyes closed as he planted a kiss to the head of his bundle of joy. Little Alaya rested comfortably, snoring away without a care in the world — and when she was in her fathers arms, she didn't have one.

"Tony?" the new mother asked, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not startle the youngest one. He turned around at the sound, and smiled at his wife who'd just woken from her much needed nap.

Pepper made her way over to the pair, and lovingly pressed a kiss to the head of their new baby girl. She then glanced up at Tony, only to find his eyes watering, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I just love her," Tony muttered, tearful eyes not wavering from his little girl. Alaya sighed in her sleep, pink cheeks puffing up in the cutest possible way, "I love her so much."

And his love from there only grew. Alaya got older, no matter how much Tony wanted to freeze time and capture every possible moment, and before he'd realized, it was time to drop his daughter off for college. His little girl was going off into the world, and he just had to let her go.

Tony still wasn't sure if it was the best or worst idea to allow Peter to stay in the campus apartment with Alaya. He'd pulled some strings to avoid having the teens living in a dorm for their freshman year, not feeling too comfortable knowing that someone could have so much access to the two Avengers. And Tony knew that Peter would take care of his daughter — but that's what scared him the most.

It was blatantly obvious that Peter has a crush on the youngest Stark, and vice versa. They were both shy, never seemed to act on it, but Tony knew they had a strong connection and was fearful as to what them being in apartment together for a long period of time would do. Pepper, however, had been the one to reassure him by saying 'she's growing up Tony, and Alaya is smart enough to make her own decisions; so we need to be there so support her.'

Well it was easier said than done.

Tony stood in the middle of their modest campus apartment, setting the last box onto the wood floor. It had been a long day for everyone, Alaya insisting that they move their belongings into their new place by hand instead of hiring people to do it for them. She wanted to hold onto every last moment she had with her family. Tony sighed at the thought.

“That’s the last it,” Peter announced, as he stepped into the apartment, Alaya only a step behind. The two teens eyed Tony, watching as he stood silently, staring at the view over the city. Peter could sense that the father and daughter needed to have a moment, so he came up with an excuse, “I’m gonna go say goodbye to Aunt May.”

Alaya nodded in his direction with a small smile, and waited until the boy left the room before heading over to her dad. She nudged his arm lightly, pulling the man out of his thoughts, “What’s on your mind, dad? You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet all day.”

Tony sighed, shoving both hands into his pants pockets to resist hugging Alaya — because he knew he’d never want to let go, “I’m just thinking, honey. About how proud me and your mother are of all that you have accomplished and everything you will accomplish. We really are going to miss having you around the tower.”

The teenager pursed her lips, feeling a smile tug on her lips. She knew that her father wasn’t one for emotional talks, but she always appreciated hearing what he had to say. Underneath the snarky, sarcastic exterior, he had plenty of wisdom to share with his daughter. “You’re acting like I’m moving away forever, dad. It’s only four years—”

Alaya paused, her heart skipping a beat as the meaning of her words began to settle in. Everything had been so rushed the past few months that it never truly dawned on her that she was moving away from her family. Pepper, Tony, The Avengers? She felt like her heart was going to burst. No more early morning trainings with Aunt Nat, or perfectly round pancakes for breakfast from Steve. No more late night talks with Bucky, sarcastic comments from Sam, or teasing from Thor. No more spending hours in the lab with her father, both Stark minds coming together to create things truly beyond the human imagination. No more nothing. Just classes, and studying, and Peter.

At least the Peter part didn’t sound so bad.

Tony frowned, resting a hand on the teenagers’ shoulder while wondering why she’d abruptly stopped speaking. “Alaya, honey?“

The Stark didn’t speak, but instead launched herself into the arms of her father. The arms that have carried her since the moment she was born, protecting her from the horrors of reality. Alaya let out a quite sob into Tony’s chest, causing the man to tighten his grip, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to miss you so much, dad,” she cries, her words muffled by the fabric of his expensive button up top but Tony understood perfectly. He felt tears begin to grow in his own eyes, despite trying to blink them away.

Tony raked his mind for the right words. He rested his wrinkly cheek along the top of his daughters curls, taking a deep breath to calm himself, “I’m going to miss you too, baby. And just remember that me, your mother and everyone else will always be one phone call away. I mean it. But I always want you to have fun, Laya. You’ve always been such a good kid, and I want you to enjoy the next few years of your life — but not too much. I’m not ready to be a grandpa yet.”

Alaya couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She tried to stop her bottom lip from quivering as the tears were absorbed into Tony’s shirt, willing herself to calm down as well. “Are you going to try and invent anything that was deemed scientifically impossible without me?”

“Of course not. I’ll put it on hold until you come home for break,” he assured, knowing how important their projects were to her. Tony pulled away from the hug, enough to plant a gently kiss on her forehead. He let his lips linger a bit longer than usual, “I need to get going, sweetheart. I don’t think your neighbors are to happy with me since I landed a quinjet on the roof.”

Alaya laughed, pulling her dad in for another tight hug. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, old man.”

“Well that won’t be difficult, considering you’re a splitting image of myself.”

“Touché,” Alaya grinned as Tony playfully ruffled her hair, something he used to always do when she was a little girl, “I’ll see you soon, dad.”

“You better, or else I’m coming back here and kicking some ass,” Tony insisted, walking over to the door as Alaya trailer behind. He stopped in the doorway, casting a glance over the bare apartment once more before landing on his daughter, who stood before him with red, puffy eyes. “I love you 3000, kid.”

“I love you too.”

okay i kinda liked this lol

i might turn this into a mini series 🤪

#tony stark x stark!reader #tony stark #tony stark x teen!reader #tony stark x ofc #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!oc #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader #the avengers #iron man #spiderman #steve rogers #bucky barnes #college

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Limited Space (one-shot)

Synopsys: One room. Two beds. But will both of them be used?

Pairing: Tom Holland x f!Reader; OC!Juliet (Reader’s character’s name)

Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, like blink and you’ll miss it

Warnings: like one swear word I think :D

Word count: 3739

“Y/N.” “Yes, Jimmy?” she dramatically flipped her head to the side causing her hair to swish which made everyone laugh a bit at her antics. “When you found out you weren’t going to be in ‘Civil War’ with these guys, and Tony was going to get a new protegee in Spider-Man, what were your thoughts? Did you kinda go up to Kevin Feige and ask if he was replacing you?” “Funnily enough,” Y/N pointed at Tom, “when we first met on the carpet for ‘Civil War’ that was the first thing he said. “Please don’t think I’m replacing you!”" she imitated his London accent though quite badly making everyone chuckle, and Tom had to bite his lip to keep the smile at bay. “If I’m being genuine –“ she continued, “I was just terrified I was gonna be fired. Cause after ‘Age of Ultron’ where it turns out the Hulk took the plane to space and ended up in Sakaar, I thought that’s what would happen to me. And I was pumped,” Y/N emphasized the word, “but like, Mark and I were keeping in non-stop contact while it was leading up to Phase 3 announcements, 'cause neither of us had any idea what was happening to our characters. And when it was announced Hulk would be in 'Ragnarok', yet for me, it was radio silence, and then Spidey flipped into the ‘Civil War’ trailer… I-“ she laughed, “I kinda started sweating.” Robert patted her knee as Y/N made a motion of ‘cooling off’ with her hand. “And then for like two more weeks, there was nothing. Mark knew zip, though that was a smart decision on Marvel's part.” “Is he still not trusted by anyone?” Jimmy chuckled, and Robert rolled his eyes. “Listen,” the legend started, “everyone loves him, and he’s such a kind person. Whenever something slips past those loose lips,” he looked over his tinted glasses at Tom as well, “it’s never from a malicious place. Like those two are just excited and want to share that with the world, but when you stream the first fifteen minutes of the movie on your Instagram… you kinda lose the access to the secrets.” The audience erupted into laughter as did Y/N. She had gone to the 'Ragnarok' premiere to support her friends, and the movie and clearly remembered the woman poking Mark in the back and angrily whispering for him to turn off the Instagram Live that was still going. At the afterparty, for the first twenty minutes, that’s what everyone was talking about. “And what about you, Tom?” Jimmy brought the conversation back on track. “When you found out you’d be in Civil War but had no contact with Y/N or Juliet in this case what was your first thought?” “I was really scared that she’d hate me,” Tom laughed rubbing his neck and looked at Y/N, who waved him off. “ ‘Cause Tony’s and Juliet’s relationship is one of the strongest in the MCU, and now that he’s recruited Peter, I was genuinely terrified. Especially of her fans, like they are passionate about Juliet, which I totally get. I just hoped that she’d be nice and accepting when we did meet and got to work together.”

Y/N rolled her head to the side and looked at Tom. “And am I as scary as you thought I’d be?” “In the mornings, horrifying,” Tom sassed, and Y/N slapped his shoulder with mock hurt on her face while Robert exclaimed a ‘watch it, kid, that’s my daughter! I might be dead, but I’ll come back to haunt your ass.’ “Did you kinda help him fit into the dynamic of everything?” Jimmy continued on, and Y/N looked at Tom. “Not really, no,” she shook her head. “He just fit in so perfectly on his own, that nobody had to do anything. Sure, like helping out with the scenes and advice like that as peers, yeah. But there was no ‘here’s Tom. Now be friends’ kind of a thing. And in the end, I was off in space, and they were kicking Cap’s ass back on Earth.” Someone in the audience hollered a ‘Team Iron Man’ making Robert blow a kiss in the person’s direction. Given how he wasn't with them to promote Marvel anymore and was there for the re:MARS initiative, it was nice for all of them to catch up. “Honestly,” he piped up, “I couldn’t wait for Infinity War and then Endgame, to film with this one, and then see us on the big screen reunited,” he affectionately ruffled Y/N’s hair. “Me too,” she smiled, “though, when we saw Spidey and Iron Man interacting with the Guardians, yet no Juliet, I started to think maybe it was just like a mock scene that wouldn't end up being used. 'Cause by that point, everyone knew she was rolling with the Space Avengers, and maybe it was just to throw everyone off. But filming it was a really amazing experience, ‘cause Juliet hadn’t seen her father for what now,” she looked at Robert for confirmation, “three-four years? And suddenly they meet again, but he has a new protegee and stuff. It was interesting to see how the dynamic would evolve, and how she’d feel about Peter. As evident in the movie – she kinda liked him.” “So, no rivalry between the two of you?” Jimmy motioned with his hand. And Tom placed his head on Y/N’s shoulder making the audience aww. “None whatsoever.” “Good answer,” she patted his head. “I’ve trained you well.” But as everyone laughed, Y/N was completely unaware of how Tom’s heart galloped in his chest from that small touch and show of affection. Fuck, he was in deep.

***

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned putting a hand against her back and stretching, feeling the air between her vertebra pop. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.” Robert gently patted her shoulder. “You and me, kid, but we know we can’t. Chris will kill us if we miss the barbecue.” “Which one?” Tom asked, dropping his suitcase on the floor. “Pratt? Evans? Hemsworth? Pine?” Robert cocked his eyebrow. “Since when did we have Pine?” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Zoe is slowly collecting all of them. And honestly, I wouldn’t be that surprised if they had some sort of a Chris-convention.” “Chrisvention?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow settling on the arm of the couch. “Chris-con?” Tom offered. She snorted. “That just sounds like crisscross.” Robert rolled his eyes removing his glasses and placing them on the mantlepiece. He had invited the two youngsters to stay with him since they both were like his kids, especially after having known Y/N for almost a decade, and now having taken the young Brit under his wing, he didn’t want the two to sleep in hotels if he could offer the comfort of his own house. “Okay, you two, off to bed,” Robert clapped his hands interrupting the weird conversation they were having and shooed them up the stairs having grabbed Y/N’s suitcase much to her grumbling that she could do it herself. “Now, the other guestroom is under renovation so you’ll be sharing. Two beds, one bathroom, unfortunately. Need you to be up bright and early so we could get to Renner’s. And no funny business!” “Ok, Bobert!” They heard a high-pitched whine of ‘stop calling me that!’ as he retreated before a door closed shut, leaving the two with their eyes rolling and heads shaking. “I swear, he’s such a diva,” Y/N joked bringing her suitcase in and dropping it on top of the bed. “The Marvel fame’s really gotten to his head.” “I know!” Tom exasperated in that same ‘I don’t actually mean it’ tone. “It’s like – chill it, Rob!” Y/N snorted and zipped open her bag pulling out a set of pyjamas consisting of an incredibly old and stained shirt with some shorts. “Rob?” “I know,” he wrinkled his nose. “Regretted that as soon as I said it.” She hummed listening to how Tom unpacked a few of his things and gentle music erupted all around them when he hooked his phone to the speaker. “Any requests, m’lady?” he said in a very much so overly exaggerated British accent which Y/N didn’t think was possible, seeing as he was, well, already British. “Why yes, I do actually,” she spun around, her bag of toiletries pressed against her chest as if it was her palm. “Let it be ‘Bowling for Soup’ – ‘Here’s Your Fricking Song’.” Tom bowed and typed in the name. “As the lady wishes.” With the upbeat track of late 2000s punk-rock, Y/N skipped to the bathroom and started to get ready for the night. Without even thinking the two had engaged in a sing-along, and she even held her toothbrush as a microphone. “I get drunk and you get pissed!” she screamed, and Tom responded, “You start dreaming I don’t exist!” “I say yes, and you say no!” Without missing a beat, he sang, “Like Katy Perry says, you’re Hot and Cold!” “With all the shit that we’ve been through, this the best that I can do!” they sang in unison, Y/N almost choking on her toothpaste. “Can I still get lucky tonight?” Cackling she entered the bedroom and bowed in front of Tom. “The bathroom’s all yours, kind sir.” The pure happiness on Y/N’s face was a sight Tom never wanted to forget. It was just the way her Y/E/C eyes lit up, that sparked his own joy and released a horde of butterflies to trash around his stomach. Venturing away from Y/N he released a shaky breath and looked at himself in the mirror. “Pull yourself together,” Tom muttered to his reflection as if the counterpart could actually take charge and calm him down. The music still played switching from one song to another as he brushed his teeth and washed his face from all the makeup that had been caked on his skin for the show. With satisfaction, Tom watched as the beige and brown colours went down the drain with the running water, freeing him from its confines and bringing back his own face Sure, there were impurities. Acne spots, little pimples pushing to the surface, a scar here or there. Usually, when he was around people without them covered, Tom could feel a bit insecure, as if each and every person had a magnifying glass to their eye and were focusing in on just those things. But with the people he was comfortable with, the people he trusted and loved, there was none of that because more likely than not, he had seen them in that same kind of state. Or in Y/N’s case, with her face covered by a white spot-treatment mask making her look like a weird version of a Dalmatian. She was sat against the bed’s headboard with a book in her lap (her usual state) and sweet melodic music Tom recognized to be the soundtrack for ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ wafted around her. “Getting in the mood?” he asked moving to rest on his own bed, acting as if his heart wasn’t beating a mile a minute. “Kinda,” Y/N muttered through pursed lips. “In the movie, the scene where Tristan and Yvaine are up in the clouds they spent so much more time with the Captain, where in here,” she pointed with her chin to the pages of ‘Stardust’, “it’s barely been two pages, and they’re already off. And his name isn’t even Shakespeare!” “What outrage!” Tom mocked and received a pillow in the face for that, phone dropping to his lap. “Rude much?” he threw it back, but Y/N easily caught it. “Captain Shakespeare is my favourite character!” “And you still have the movie to see him in,” Tom’s eyebrow rose. She had nothing but a groan as her response. Y/N read for a bit more while he distracted himself with social media, but it wasn’t long when she placed a candy wrapper as her bookmark and turned off the bedside lamp. “ ‘Night, Tom,” Y/N yawned and hugged a pillow closer to her chest. “ ‘Night, Y/N,” he replied, watching her relaxed features for a bit, before residing to the night himself. Nothing but the moon and stars twinkled outside, illuminating the bedroom with a pale-ish glow, and while he waited for sleep to claim him, Tom watched Y/N rest, her body cast over with the moonlight making him think she was some sort of a princess from a fairytale under a spell, and the glimmer was showing him the way to break the curse. The dead silence of the night was interrupted by his soft voice uttering her name. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Are you awake?” She snorted and turned on her back. “Given how I just responded to you, yeah. I’d say I’m awake.” “I dunno,” Tom chuckled. “You could be sleep talking.” “Then I must be a pretty bomb-ass coherent sleep talker,” he saw her put a hand behind her head. “What’s up?” “I can’t sleep.” "Why not?” “ ‘S just… I dunno… It’s stupid…” “Well, it’s not that stupid if you’re losing sleep over it,” Y/N propped herself on her elbow to get a better look at Tom. Even in the complete darkness, she could distinguish the worry in his face and what seemed to be embarrassment. “I won’t judge.” With one last huff, Tom relented. “It’s just when we were in England doing press, I could go home, and sleep, and Tess always slept next to me. I dunno… I just guess I miss something warm to cuddle next to… told you it was stupid.” “No,” came Y/N’s instant response. “It’s not stupid at all. If you wanna hear something stupid, is that when I first got the role of Juliet, which was my first role like ever, I slept in Evans’s trailer for like three weeks, 'cause he had Dodger with him, and I had forgotten Huks home. Took a while for it to arrive, so I had to improvise.” She saw his eyebrow raise. “Huks?” “It’s a plushie husky. Couldn’t go to sleep without it… in fact, I still have worse sleep if it’s not with me than when it is. So, no. I don’t think missing Tessa or her cuddling with you is a stupid reason to be unable to fall asleep.” Tom just wanted to scream out that it was the most adorable thing ever, and that Y/N had to stop before his heart did, but before he could even mutter that her reason wasn’t stupid either, she managed to speak up first. “Do you maybe wanna sleep next to me? Not in a weird kinda way, just… you know… you said you miss something warm next to you...” “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t want you to d-“ “Stop worrying and get under the covers,” Y/N hissed but she was smiling as she did so, waving him to come to her bed. “Though, I do have to warn you – I’m a very violent sleeper,” she said scooting to the side. “How does… that work?” “It means,” she grunted pushing a bit further to the edge and settling down as Tom slipped beneath her bedding, “that I might just, unconsciously kick you, and no matter how far you sleep from me, you’ll end up either on the very edge of the bed or on the floor.” “Also,” Y/N extended a hand, “this is you promising not to sue me for whatever damages my sleeping-self might cause you. A broken nose or a rib – awake me is not at fault.” Tom clasped her hand and sighed. “And here I was getting ready to cash in.” “Sucks to be you then, cause this deal is unbreakable,” she shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning her back to the man and giving a ‘goodnight’. “Goodnight,” Tom muttered to her already softly breathing form, but he himself couldn’t find rest. Although he thought it might actually help him to have something warm to sleep next to, it seemed like his brain was going into overdrive, and his heart was about to collapse. She stirred for a second and rolled over to face him, making his breath hitch. Y/N was so close to him that he wouldn’t even need to stretch his hand to caress her face. “You’re so beautiful,” Tom whispered looking at Y/N’s closed eyes. And unbeknownst to him, her heart almost exploded because although she looked like she was dead asleep, a twitch in her body had jolted her awake, and now she was very much so alert. “I wish I could tell you this while you’re awake… or just in general, I wish I could just grow a pair and do it, but I guess this’ll have to do for the time being. You’re so, so beautiful,” his thumb brushed over her cheekbone, and Y/N had to suppress the hitch of her breath. “And I don’t just mean how you look ‘cause fuck, darling you are a dream… marvellous… but your mind… your heart… the first time we met I thought I’d have a panic attack because you looked at me so softly, I felt my mind go numb and everything just tuned out of focus.” “And then we got to know one another more,” he released a barely-there sigh, but Y/N still heard it, “and I couldn’t help myself. I started to fall for you. You had a boyfriend at the time, so I knew I had zero chances, but it didn’t matter to me. I was giving my heart to you every day bit by bit, and it didn’t even matter if you broke it or not, ‘cause it was already yours to do as you pleased.” Tom released a bitter chuckle, and Y/N could feel him shake his head. “But still somehow I’m too much of a coward and a twat to say how I feel despite it being almost four years, despite both of us being single.” She felt his gaze roam her face and tried her hardest not to flutter her eyelashes. “I guess I’m just too afraid to lose you. In any kind of capacity. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all… that I couldn’t take…” That was the thought that made his heart clench the most, and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. One of the biggest fears, when it came to relationships and friendships he had, was, if he told her how he felt, that Y/N would just shove him out of her life completely. So he surrendered himself to loving her from afar. And he let her love him her own way. It was better than nothing. Quickly before they to dropped to the pillow, Tom wiped the tears away and finally settled for the night, the weight pressing on him lifted if only for a moment before it would come crashing down in the morning. But Y/N had other plans. “Do you mean that?” her voice trembled, and Tom’s eyes shot open to see her already looking up at him “Y-Y/N? I thought you were asleep.” “Answer the question, Holland,” she murmured sliding her hand up to the nape of his neck and pulling his face closer. “Do you mean what you said?” “Yes,” the word was a breathless whisper as his forehead now rested on hers. “I mean every. Single. Word. I am in love with you.” And she needed nothing more than to nudge his head away, brush her nose against his and press their lips together. The two practically sagged against one another with relief that the kiss was reciprocated. Y/N’s hands had gently woven to tangle up in Tom’s chocolate locks, both to feel the softness of them and to pull him closer, while one of his palms had settled on her waist and the other was cupping her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the side of her face. But something just had to ruin the mood, and it was Tom’s laughing. “What?” Y/N pulled back annoyed and frustrated because that one kiss was just not enough after almost two years of her own pent up emotions. “Robert said no funny business,” he giggled. Her eyebrow quirked up. “And?” “And this is funny business.” “Oh my god,” she groaned, chuckled and slipped out of the bed. “You’re a literal child.” Smacking a pillow over his face, which Tom easily caught Y/N bounded over to the bed he had been previously occupied and slipped under its covers. “Wait, no, come back!” he whined reaching over the end of the bed, flopping down on his belly with an extended hand. “Please,” and he gave such an adorable pout that it almost broke Y/N, but no. She crossed her arms and put her nose up in the air. “Nope,” she shook her head, but even in the pitch-black darkness, Tom could see the smile she tried to suppress. “You thought it was funny kissing me, so no kisses or cuddles.” “Please?” “No.” “Please?” his voice increased with each syllable. “No.” And then Tom rolled onto his back and pouted, giving Y/N the best puppy-dog eyes in the world. Like if there existed a contest for that kind of a thing, he’d totally get the prize. “Please come back to bed and cuddle with me?” She couldn’t say no anymore. She never could and never will be able to say no, and that’s when a realization hit her – he had Y/N completely wrapped around his finger, but she didn’t mind that. If the kiss and his warm arms wrapping around her waist was what greeted her when she clambered back under the sheets, and his steady heartbeat lulled her to sleep, she didn’t mind being wrapped around his finger at all. And truthfully, with how huge the grin was that spread across Tom’s face as he kissed her forehead ‘goodnight’ this time for real, neither was he too upset how wrapped around her finger he was. In the morning he had to remember to say ‘thank you’ to RDJ for the limited space he had in his house. And although he did wake up with a sore in his ribs where Y/N had accidentally kneed him during the night, he had never been happier about a predicament in his life. After all, it’s what gave him the chance to speak his heart.

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A/N: should I do like a part two of the next day????????

P.S. what did ya think?

P.S.S. my tags are always open. just drop a message :)

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whumphoarder · 5 years

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Heyo! do you know anyone who is willing to beta read/how to find someone to beta read

Finding a beta:

My best advice for finding a beta is to ask someone who has previously commented on one of your fics. That way you know that the person is already invested in your writing (and, likely also pretty friendly if they took the time to leave a comment!) and therefore might be interested in seeing your stories ahead of time and helping you improve.

But if this is your first published story, then I would suggest asking someone who frequently comments (on ao3 or through tumblr reblogs) on the same stories that you enjoy reading. Taking the time to leave comments is HUGE because that shows that the person likes to interact with fandom work and support authors and that’s a really good sign that they might like to help you grow as well.

Okay so you’ve got a potential beta in mind. Now what?

Send them an ask or a PM! I would suggest starting with something simple like:

“Hey, I saw you commented on X fic that I wrote and I was wondering if you might like to beta-read a new story for me”

“Hey! I see that we both really enjoy X author’s work. I’m writing a story of my own and I’m wondering if you’d like to beta-read for me”

In addition to that, it’s helpful to give the person some general information so they know what they’re getting themselves into. You can kind of think of it like a story pitch—you’re pitching your idea and seeing if they’re interested in helping you create it. Some things to include in your pitch:

What’s your estimated word count? Is this a 700 word drabble? A 2-3k one-shot? A 10k 5+1 story? A 30k+ ongoing chaptered work? A “who knows—we’ll just see how it plays out lmao”? All are valid options, but you should be upfront with your beta so they can make an informed decision about whether they have time for it.

What’s the main idea of the story? You don’t need a whole summary, but just something brief like “It’s Halloween and Peter’s been pranking the Avengers, so when he gets actually hurt, they don’t believe him right away” or “Peter getting carsick in Canada with Tony driving” lets the beta know what they’re getting themselves into

What’s the overall tone? Fluffy? Somber? Angsty? Humorous?

Will there be any triggers/heavy topics? Things like death, mental health issues, extreme violence, etc, you should let your beta know about from the start so they’re not caught off-guard.

An example beta pitch for @awesomesockes and my fic I Survived SHIELD’s Mandatory Wilderness Training and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt might look like this:

“It’s basically a camping fic with Tony and Peter, but Clint Barton comes along to teach survival training and he and Tony get into a testosterone fueled argument in the woods. It’s around 6000 words and mostly humorous/fluffy but with a bit of angst. No triggers, except that a frog dies”

Other things to keep in mind:

Try to give your beta plenty of time. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m terrible at this and often toss something at @sallyidss or @xxx-cat-xxx with less than 24 hours before I need to post it and just pray they have time (love you both

Google docs has a “suggestion” feature which is awesome for sharing your story with a beta! You can set the beta’s access to “comment only” and that allows you to see every suggested change they make

It’s okay to disagree, but always be polite. Sometimes you might not be a fan of the suggestion they give, and that’s fine, but remember to always be kind about it. They’re taking time out of their own schedule to do a free(!!) service for you so they definitely deserve all the respect.

Remember to thank them! Personally is great, but it’s also always nice to give them a little shoutout on your published work too :D

Hopefully this is helpful. Go forth and be beta’d!

#beta reading #betas #this advice is from both being a beta for quite a few people over the years #and having a lot of betas #i'm personally someone who really likes getting feedback on my work #(or honestly sometimes just having my hand held while writing)#so i'm all about that beta life #as my fandom friends can tell you #Anonymous

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ravenforce · 5 years

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Stardust

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x OC!Daughter

Series: Final Installment to See You in A Minute (Part 1 | Part 2)

Word Count: 7496

Warning/s: FLUFF.

A/N: Hey loves, I’m so sorry it took so long. To be honest, I feel like I didn’t wanna write it. I procrastinated a lot before committing to writing it. A part of me doesn’t want it to end but it’s time to let my baby fly. Thank you for riding this one out with me. I hope you like it. Hit my message and my ask box for feedback, I would love to hear from you. xx

***

It’s quite hilarious to see a room full of super-powered being clamoring to have little Asya on their arms, cooing soft words of love and affirmation to the little miracle that is your daughter but it’s also reassuring. Seeing the Avengers, literally assembled for your daughter’s birth grounds Natasha in a way that she hasn’t felt in a long time since you passed. Seeing her family around your daughter gives her the strength and confidence that she can, indeed, do this because she’s not alone; not really.

Carol, who arrived last as per usual, bounded on the bed with Asya on her arms. Nat smiled at the blonde, she looks ecstatic. She only smiled at Natasha before she sits on the bed next to her. They both look at Asya’s tiny, beautiful, sleeping face.

“Beautiful just like you,” Carol whispered so only Nat heard.

“Someone has a soft spot,” Nat teased.

Carol threw her a dirty look. “Well I suppose for this one, it’s okay.”

Nat pouted, “just for the little one?”

Carol laughed. “Alright, for the mama too,” she said before leaning and startling Natasha with a kiss on her cheek. Nat was lost for words. Thankfully, Asya saved her by promptly erupting with a good cry.

***

Natasha’s thankful she agreed to move with the Starks a year ago. She couldn’t imagine raising little Asya in your tiny shared apartment. It'll be intimate sure but also removed from everyone else, since you particularly chose the space to be your private sanctuary. At the lake house, she has more space to accommodate people as well as access to helping hands.

Here, she had Tony help build the whole nursery and assemble the furniture. Here, she has Morgan who willingly volunteered her service as a big sister to look after little Asya while she catches a few minutes of sleep. She would often wake up to Morgan softly reading to Asya. Sometimes, she'd wake up with not just Morgan but also Peter, telling his little siblings stories about you. Nat always pretends to be asleep and listens to him tell your story from his perspective.

“Oh kid, your other mom, she was amazing. She was strong, kind, and funny. She’s also super smart. I bet you’re gonna be smart too, just like her and Morgan here,” Peter whispered while Morgan giggled. It makes Nat's heart ache and swells knowing how your family loved you.

Most importantly, Pepper’s around to help teach her the basics. She thought her how to hold a baby properly, she walked her through breastfeeding, changing diapers, and how to sneak some sleep in between. Even though Nat hates having to rely heavily on people, she’s beyond grateful.

***

6 months

Asya could be the most behave baby in history. After overcoming the onset challenges of motherhood such as changing diapers, raising her is a breeze. Asya feeds like clockwork, sleeps like clockwork; no matter how long she napped in the afternoon, she still goes down before 9 PM.

She doesn’t wake every two hours anymore. She doesn’t cry her lungs out to wake up Nat at wee hours in the morning too. Instead, Nat finds her awake and playing in her crib quietly; waiting for her to wake up too.

“Hey, beautiful,” Nat greets softly. Asya would smile, raise her arms to prompt her mother to take her. Nat would always be obliged, giving her little miracle soft morning kisses.

Asya giggles, she’s a very happy child. “Come let’s get you some food.”

At 6 months old, Asya has already transitioned to some solid foods. She loves oranges, the way you always did. She can also fully support her weight too, so she’s been allowed to sit on the most advance baby chair there is built by Tony Stark himself. It has heating cushioned seat to ensure she’s never cold. It has built-in Dolby speakers to play her baby tunes to keep her entertained.

***

From time to time, members of the team would come by the Lakehouse just to see Asya and Morgan. Tony, Pepper, and Nat tried not to be offended (they’re not) but they loved teasing the others about it, especially Carol who comes by once a month with all sorts of space rocks to give the kids.

“Nothing for me?” Tony asked while promptly making breakfast for the whole fam. Carol arrived earlier that morning and is ignoring everyone in favor of bouncing Asya on her legs and answering space rocks question from Morgan.

Nat is helping Pepper set up the table. She gave Carol a light kiss on top of her hair when she rounded the table.

“Car, Tony asked you a question,” Nat whispered before going back to putting plates on the table. Pepper laughed at Carol’s blushing face.

“Sorry. What’s the question?”

“I asked if you don’t have anything for me?” Tony reiterated as he set the last batch of slices of bacon, eggs, and toasts at the table.

Carol cocked her head to the side and looked at Asya. “Nope, only good girls get space rocks,” she cooed softly at Asya who is twirling a lock of her golden hair.

Everyone laughed and proceeded to take their respective seats. Nat sat across from Carol, Asya turned in her arms and looked at her mother.

“Ma-ma,” she blurted out while reaching towards Natasha. Everyone was stunned to silence. She’s been teaching Asya words as part of her bedtime routine but up until that moment, Asya can only make gibberish words.

“Mama,” Asya tried again when Nat didn’t make a move to get her. Her lips wobbled a little, and that prompted Nat to take her from Carol’s arms.

“Hi,” Nat says as Asya wraps her tiny arms around her neck in a hug. Carol smiled at her before prompting everyone to start eating their breakfast.

***

One

Natasha never thought she’d ever fall in love again but every time she looks at your daughter, she’s absolutely, irrevocably in love with her. You’ve been gone for two years now, and Asya just turned one. They had a little party for you and Asya, and members of the team who are not currently in a mission – Clint (& his family), Bruce, Bucky, and Thor - came down to at the Lakehouse for some afternoon feast. The kids adored their beefy uncles, they make really good climbing posts after all. The boys savored the attention until Carol, late as per usual, landed on the front yard in all her Captain Marvel glory and took away Asya’s attention.

Nat smiled when the blonde walked up to her.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Carol said, rubbing the back of her neck. Nat opened her arms and Carol immediately stepped inside it and pulled Nat in a tight hug.

Thor walked up to the two women with Asya sitting pretty on his arms and clinging around his neck. The little girl lifted her pretty little face off her big Uncle Thor’s chest when she saw Carol.

“Car,” she said with a smile on her face. Carol gaped at the little angel, while Nat smiled proudly at her baby.

“I’m wounded little one, you know her but not me,” Thor tickled her, Asya giggled and squirmed away from him and towards Carol. Carol immediately caught her in her arms.

“Hi love,” Carol whispered reverently. Nat took her phone out and took a photo of the two together. In the past few years, Carol has been a constant presence in her life, an unexpected rock Nat learned to lean on.

***

There wasn’t a day where Nat didn’t wish she’s still waking up in your arms, that you were seeing Asya grow up but she couldn’t dwell on that. A huge part of her heart will always be your, a part of her will be yours but she has to keep moving forward. She resolved to be the best version of herself for Asya until she meets you again.

Until then, there’s only Asya for her. And at one, Asya and she are already inseparable. Asya love crawling around and following Nat in the house. She cries when Nat attempts to leave her – be it to go to the grocery or check-in at S.H.I.E.L.D - Nat has to take her because the sight of her tearful face, and wobbling little lips make her heart break. The moment Asya sees her body carrier the tears stop and her face would immediately break into a smile.

Nat has also introduced Asya to the tree; it has been part of their routine lately. Every morning Nat would help Asya walk towards the tree to soak in some vitamin D. It is quite a distance for her little legs but good training and exercise for her nonetheless.

Sometimes, Nat would just sit and watch Asya wrap her arms around the tree trunk and try to go around it. Sometimes, they’d have their breakfast right there while Nat tells her stories about you; how she met you, how she fell in love, how your smile lights up her world, how you saved her in more ways than one, how you’re a genius, and how she loves you so much.

“I'm sure if she’s here she will love you, even more, you’re our little miracle,” Nat would say.

Asya’s very attentive even at one year old. Sometimes, Nat swears Asya could understand her just by the look in her eyes (oh those eyes, they’re almost identical to yours), and the way she would always reach out at Nat as if she can sense the height of her emotions.

***

Three

Yet another cliché but time does fly. Asya’s now three and talking like she’s ten. Tony and Bruce said it could be an effect of hearing adults speak all the time. They have to be extra careful of their words now that Asya picks up on words easily. Today though, the Starks are having a little family vacation in Las Vegas where coincidentally a science fair is happening, which they’re supposed to go to but Asya’s nursing the flu.

“Mama can I watch Discovery after breakfast?” Asya said from her high chair, pushing around her pancakes, eggs, and fruits. She’s sporting a fever patch on her forehead too.

“Of course baby.”

After breakfast, Nat put on the Discovery channel. She kissed Asya’s head before stepping away to go back to the kitchen to do the dishes. Asya stopped her with fingers pinched tightly around the back of her mother’s shirt. She turned back to your baby.

“Mama, stay please.”

Nat smiled, it reminds her of days when you were feeling sick yourself. You always loved having her close, even though sometimes you’re already burning up. Nat kicked her shoes off.

“Scoot over then baby,” she said before squeezing herself between Asya and the back of the couch. She threw a blanket over them and cuddled her heart.

“I love you, mama,” Asya said before turning back to the show featuring Orcas.

“I love you too,” Nat whispered not watching the show but Asya whose eyes, even on her sickly state, reflects so much interest and warmth.

“Mama, you’re not watching,” Asya reprimanded.

Nat chuckled. “I’m watching the best thing in this world for me.”

***

Nat and Asya watched Discovery and History channel all day, with breaks to eat, pee, and take meds. They’ve shifted from one position to another throughout the day. By sunset, Carol arrived at the lake house for her monthly visit and found Nat asleep on the couch with Asya sleeping soundly on top of her. Carol smiled, took a photo of her two favorite girls.

An hour later, Nat awoke with a start with the realization that she doesn’t have Asya in her arms. She sat up, calmed a little when she heard voices in the kitchen. When she walked through, worry immediately left her and adoration washed over her. Asya’s sitting on the counter, reading a cookbook while Carol listens and stirs the pot.

“Auntie Carol, are you sure you put the correct condiments already?”

Carol laughed. “Yes, ma’am. Shall we put it to the test?” Carol asked.

“You should. I’m already sick, I don’t fancy being iller,” Asya said without looking up from the cookbook and with such straight face, Nat couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Asya turned at the sound of her mother’s laugh and smiled.

“I think your daughter just insulted my cooking skills,” Carol poured.

Nat walked further in the kitchen beside Carol and inspected their soup. It looks passable.

“I’ll taste it,” Nat said before opening her mouth. Carol watched Nat’s mouth with rapt attention for a few seconds. Nat cleared her throat before Carol scooped some soup and spoon feed her. Nat didn’t think much about it when she moaned quietly but Carol turned beet red at the noise.

“So?” Asya asked, breaking the tension between the adults.

“You can eat it, baby, it’s good,” Nat answered before rounding Carol’s other side to kiss Asya’s cheek.

“Of course it’s good mama. I taught Auntie Carol how to do it from the book,” Asya said proudly. Nat laughed. Carol just continued blushing.

***

Five

On Asya’s first day of school, everyone has been so excited. Peter even insisted on seeing her off, just like he did with Morgan. Everyone was chattering excitedly over breakfast while they wait for Asya to finish getting ready.

“Asya, love. Come down please, you still have to eat breakfast,” Nat called out from the bottom of the staircase.

“Prikhodya, mama (coming mama),” Asya yelled back.

Nat stood shocked at the bottom of the staircase. ‘Did she just speak Russian?’ she thought. A minute later, Asya came thundering down the stairs and stood three steps away from her mother.

“When did you learn Russian?”

Asya's cheeks tinged pink. “I found mom's Russian notebooks in the reading room,” she answered bashfully before ducking out of Nat and towards the dining room just in time for Carol to burst in through the Stark side of the house.

“Hey! Your coolest Auntie is here!” Carol hollered which earned cheers.

Carol noted the little crease in Nat's forehead when she came over her to kiss her on the cheeks.

“Everything okay, Nat?”

Nat snapped out of her musing and smiled fondly at Carol. “Yeah, she learned Russian on her own and by just using Y/N's notes.”

“Did you expect anything less? She’s her daughter after all,” Carol teased before going over to Asya.

“Hey love, you look beautiful. Who dressed you?” Carol said squatting in front of Asya and noting her chosen outfit of a maroon skirt, white oxford shirt, and sneakers.

“I did,” Asya declared proudly. “Everyone always shows me pictures of mom, and she always dresses smart.”

“She did. Great outfit, Y/N is so proud of you,” Tony said before handing little Asya her lunch box. Asya accepted it gratefully, hugged everyone before dashing outside.

***

Carol was able to persuade Nat to let her drive everyone to school. Asya's about to get in the car when she changed her mind and started running towards the tree. Nat and Carol watched from the car while Asya reverently put her hand on the tree's trunk, whispered something before running back to the car.

“Alright, I’m ready,” Asya declared after buckling her seat belt.

Carol pulled out of the parking lot before Nat spoke.

“Love, may I ask you something?”

“Of course mama,” Asya answered.

“What is it you said back there?”

Asya stared at the side of Nat’s face for a couple of heartbeats.

“I told mom I’m gonna make her proud,” Asya admitted.

Nat turned as far as she could with her seatbelt on, “I’m sure she already is."

***

A week after starting, the school called Nat to come because they had to discuss something important. Nat was on edge since the call. Thankfully, Carol decided to stay for a little while longer.

“I’m sure everything’s okay,” Carol tried to reassure Nat on the way to school and pick up Asya. Nat reached out to hold Carol’s hand and they stayed intertwined the whole drive time.

When they arrived at school, Asya’s playing with the other kids. She immediately spotted Carol and Nat, she whispered to her friend who giggled before running towards her mother. Nat caught her in her arm easily.

“Hello beautiful,” Nat greeted before kissing Asya’s cheeks.

“Is everything okay, mama?” Asya asked as she notes the seriousness of Nat’s face.

“Of course, moya Lyubov' (my love). I just need to speak with the principal.”

“Am I in trouble?” Asya asked.

“No, of course not. They probably just want to tell your mama how amazing you are,” Carol jumped in, reassuring Asya.

Asya turned her eyes towards Carol and Carol couldn’t stop the urge to caress her cheeks. Asya leaned into her touch and Carol’s heart melted.

***

“Stay here, okay?” Nat asked her daughter before going into the principal's office.

Asya smiles at her mother. Nat turned back before entering the office, catching a glimpse of her daughter high-fiving kids twice and three times older than her. She smiled before the principal cleared her throat, forcing Nat to take a seat adjacent to Carol.

“Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Danvers,” the principal who doesn’t look an aged over 40 greeted.

Nat forced herself not to bounce her leg and frown, Carol smiled at the woman before putting her hand on Nat’s leg. The effect on Nat was instantaneous.

With the two’s continued silence, the principal continued. “Asya’s not in trouble. She’s actually very well received. I’m sorry if my summoning you here caused you any distress.”

“What is it then?” Carol asked.

“Ms. Romanoff, her other mother is Ms. Y/L/N, is that correct?” the principal asked.

“Yes,” Nat answered curtly.

“Has Asya ever took an IQ test?”

“Ma'am she’s five,” Carol tried to interject. Nat held her hand.

“Not yet, why?” Nat asked.

The principal smiled, “Well not a lot of five-year-olds can solve algebra equations."

Nat and Carol gaped at the principal lounging on her chair. She proceeded to tell them the story of how she found little Asya a couple of days ago, surrounded by a bunch of 8th graders at the library during the time she’s supposed to be down for a nap.

“I snuck behind them and hid at the nearest shelf. She’s brilliant, she doesn’t even let the older kids bully the answers out of her. She made them solve it,” the principal said as she ushered the two stunned adults of her office.

When they stepped out of the hallway, Asya’s surrounded by a bunch of older kids again. The adults stopped talking and just watched the interaction quietly. One of the kids saw them hovering and whispered to Asya. Asya looked up and beamed before excusing herself and flinging herself on her mother’s leg.

“Can we go to Stardust Diner mama?” Asya asked.

Nat picked up her little miracle, “you can go wherever you want moya Lyubov.”

Nat nodded towards the principal before walking away. Carol shook the woman’s hand before slipping towards her two favorite girls.

“What’s good at this Stardust Diner love?” Carol asked Asya over Nat’s shoulder.

Asya poked Carol’s nose, “oh you have so much to learn young Padawan.” Nat laughed heartily, Carol pouted.

***

Nat spoke to Tony about her meeting with the principal before dinner. They both decided to consult Asya regarding the matter. Personally, Tony doesn’t mind, Morgan took the Mensa when she was seven.

“You don’t have to take it now if you don’t want to,” Nat assured her.

Asya finished chewing her grilled chicken before speaking. “You said mom and Morgan took the same test, Uncle T?”

“Yes,” Tony started but was cut off by Asya vigorously nodding her ascent.

“The next Mensa test is in two weeks,” Morgan piped in.

***

For the next two weeks, Morgan without fail helps Asya study for the test. Tony administer short mock tests every after dinner. Sometime in the week, Bruce came down on the lake house too to help out. Nat and Carol can only watch her devour books, asks questions they can’t even phantom, and answer equations faster than even Bruce and Tony could. Tony is very confident she’s gonna do well but Nat is still worried.

“I’ll be okay, mama,” Asya said as Nat and Carol drop her off the examination room.

Before Nat could answer, Carol, kneel. “Of course you are, you’re the daughter of the two best humans I’ve ever met.”

Asya smiled before hugging Carol.

***

If there was any doubt that Asya was your daughter just by bearing your eyes and cheeky smile, Asya crushed them the moment the Mensa result was out.

Tony, Bruce, and Nat gaped at the paper.

Asya has an IQ of 288 at five.

“What does that mean?” Carol asked while everyone just gaped at the laughing little girl while playing twister with Peter and Happy.

“It means she’s smarter than dad,” Morgan teased. Tony laughed, usually, she would take offense but since Asya’s her goddaughter and her second daughter too, so he let it slide. It wasn’t supposed to be a surprise, she’s your daughter and you were smarter than Reed Richards after all.

***

Seven

Amidst being a super genius, Nat opted to let Asya go through kindergarten to first grade. She knew you would have wanted your daughter to experience the joy of childhood, to play and act her age instead of her IQ.

Asya just turned seven the day prior, and Nat gave her one of the best gifts ever; full access to your lab. Asya just came from tinkering in the lab and staring at your pictures all afternoon when she walked in the kitchen and found Nat and Carol cooking together.

She just stayed quiet for a while and just watched her mother interact with Carol. Carol has been earth-based and living in the guest room at the lake house for two years now. It’s not even called the guest room anymore but Carol’s room.

Nat laughed at something Carol said. As far as stories from Uncle Clint goes, there has only been one person to make her mama laugh like that – you.

She knew all the stories about you from a handful of different people but she has always loved the stories Nat, Carol and Tony tell. She has watched your last holographic message for Nat a million of times too that she feels like knows you. She knows how much you loved Natasha, and vice versa; you would have loved for Natasha to move forward.

Instead of making her presence known, Asya quiet as her mama creeped out of the house and towards the tree. She climbed a couple of branches to reach what she deemed the most strategic branch to hide on, decompress, read your notes, and watch sunrise and sunsets. She has climbed the same branches for years now, opting to hang in there whenever she feels lonely or overwhelmed. It has been her sanctuary for years.

“Everything okay?” Nat yelled from the ground.

Asya looked down and saw her mother’s green eyes. Asya has read all your journals since she found where Nat stashed them when she was six. She read how much you’ve loved Nat's green eyes, and she does too.

“Yes mama,” she answered politely. “Just thinking.”

Nat laughed. Not only did Asya took on your eyes, cheeky smile, quirky personality, she also took on some your habits, even robbed of the chance to meet you. You’ve always been one to seclude yourself when you need to think. For you, it has always been the lab. For Asya, it has always been the tree.

“Well, dinner's in half an hour. Come down and get cleaned up,” Nat said.

“lyublyu tebya, mama,” Asya yelled.

Nat laughed quietly, caressed the trunk and whispered, “I love you both.”

***

Asya was accelerated to 8th grade that year and with full access to your lab, she has gotten good with robotics, mechanical engineering, and computer science particularly in coding. At seven and a half, she already made her own AI from scratch just like J.A.R.V.I.S and F.R.I.D.A.Y, which she calls Echo. She had access to a huge range of video recordings of you that she was able to code Echo to sound like you.

Nat was impressed and proud after she got over the initial shock of hearing your voice again. Asya has also finished the design upgrade for Nat's widow bite.

“For when you’re going on missions with Aunt Carol,” Asya said one night after she sneaked inside Nat's room for some cuddles. No matter how old she gets, Asya has always loved cuddling her mother for no other reason than she just loves her so much and she’s her best friend.

Nat inspected the weapon. “Where'd you get this?”

Asya cuddled closer to her chest. “Mom was building an upgraded one in the lab, I finished it for her and also for me.”

Nat leaned back a little to look at her daughter. “What do you mean?”

“So I know that you’ll always come home to me mama,” she said smiling.

“I’ll always come home to you, I promise.”

Asya went back to cuddling her. They fell asleep just like that, peaceful in each other’s arms.

***

Nat has started working a few jobs at S.H.I.E.L.D again now that Asya’s seven. Asya agreed only under the condition that Nat will always be partnered with Carol. Today though, Nat was sent on a simple surveillance mission with Clint rendering her unable to pick up Asya at school; which means it’s Carol’s turn.

“Hey love,” Carol waved the moment Asya burst out of the school door. Asya runs and barreled towards her in a hug.

“Hey, Car. Where’s mama?”

Carol opened the car door for Asya. “Director Fury needed her today."

“Without you?” Asya asked frowning after she fastened her seat belt.

“She’s with Uncle Clint. You trust Uncle Clint, right?”

“I do but I rest easier when I know she’s with you,” Asya answered as she watches the other children in the playground.

Carol turned on her seat. “I know love, I worry about her too but I trust Clint will protect her with his life, the way I would.”

Asya looked back at Carol, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

“What?” asked Carol. Suddenly she’s a little nervous. Asya’s smirk reminds Carol so much of you before you launched into some crazy idea.

“You got a crush,” Asya said flatly. Carol blushed profusely that Asya didn’t believe her when she tried to deny it vehemently.

“What? I..I don’t know what you’re talking about, silly girl,” Carol stuttered and tried to cover her nervousness with a laugh.

“I won't tell her, I promise,” Asya teased giggling.

Carol huffed before starting the engine. “You won’t tell no one because there’s nothing to tell,” she said.

“Okay,” Asya sing-songed cheekily.

Carol reversed out of the parking lot. “No Stardust diner for you, young Sith,” Carol said pouting which just confirmed Asya’s accusation and made her laugh harder.

***

Nat arrived from her mission two days after. It was an early Saturday morning when Carol was awoken by a loud thud. Carol came thundering down the stairs to check what happened, only to find Nat slumped on the couch. Nat turned her head and smiled as she watches Carol ran her eyes over her body to check for any injury. Carol looked up at her eyes and smiled when she deemed Nat wasn’t injured.

“Mission too rough without me, huh?” Carol teased.

“Not really,” Nat answered while Carol quirks an eyebrow in her direction.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I just missed Asya and you all the time,” Nat blurted out. Carol smiled before plopping down the couch and laying down.

“What are you doing?” Nat asked.

“It’s too early, come nap with me,” Carol patted the space beside her and smiled.

Nat chuckled before laying her head on Carol’s bicep and pressing her back against the other woman’s front. Carol tried not to squirm as Nat gets comfortable. When the redhead settled down, Carol snaked her other arm around Nat’s body and cuddled her. Carol’s perpetually warm, Nat didn’t have a choice but to succumb to the comfort and safety she offers.

***

Asya woke up an hour later. Little feet too light on the floorboards she was able to get to the first floor without waking anyone up. Except when she entered the common living room Tony was already standing by the couch and quietly sipping his coffee. Asya walked quietly beside Tony to see what he’s looking at.

“You know about this?” Tony whispered.

“Yes,” Asya answered simply before pulling Tony’s phone out and snapping a quick picture of her mother cuddling with Carol before walking towards the kitchen. “Email it to me, Uncle T.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Ammunition purposes,” Asya joked and Tony chuckled. She truly is your daughter.

“So you’re okay with it?” Tony said while popping bread in the toaster. Asya was inspecting the content of the fridge.

“Echo put blueberries on Mama’s grocery list,” she said softly.

Recently, she and Morgan successfully made a subdermal communication device with a built-in Echo and F.R.I.D.A.Y. With Nat and Tony’s consent, they were the first to use the implants as well.

“To answer your question, yes I’m okay with it,” Asya answered after pulling out the orange marmalade jam.

“You think mom would mind?” Asya continued.

Tony was quiet for a moment, then he glanced at the two sleeping women on the couch. “No, I think she would have approved.”

“I think so too. I think mom would want them to be happy,” Asya whispered before the toasts jumped out of the machine.

***

Nat noted the slight tension on Carol’s shoulder every time she caught Asya watching her like a hawk and smirking here and there. Nat also noted how Carol seems to stiffen up when Asya decided to sit on the other side of her, squeezing her in between mother and daughter.

“Love what are you doing?” Carol whispered when Nat went to refill their popcorn after the first movie.

“Ask her out,” Asya said laying her head on Carol’s lap.

“Why would I do that?” Carol asked frustrated but still running her fingers through Asya’s red hair.

“Don’t you love her?”

“I do,” Carol whisper yelled. Asya’s smirked grew bigger, then Carol realized what she just said. She clamped her mouth shut before she forgets she’s talking to an actual genius on a fishing expedition.

“Then what does the strongest Avenger got to lose?”

“You,” Carol admitted. “If I tell Nat my feelings and things get awkward... I just can’t lose you both. You two are my only connection to Y/N.”

Asya read your history with Carol and Carol has always been upfront with her. Carol was in love with you, she always has been.

Asya raised her hand to caress Carol’s soft cheeks. “If the stories about mom were true, I know mom would want you for mama. She wouldn’t think of anyone better suited for the Black Widow than Captain Marvel herself.”

“You don’t know that,” Carol countered.

“Car, my mom wanted nothing more than to keep mama safe and happy. She gave up her life for that cause, and from where I’m standing, you’ve been doing all that for the past seven years. I love mom with all my heart but she’s not here but you and mama are, and both of you deserve to be happy again.”

“Since when did you get so smart?” Carol asked sniffling.

Asya laughed, “since birth.”

Nat came back with three bowls of popcorn and saw Carol and Asya cuddling. The sight of the two getting along never fails to warm her heart. She guesses whatever it is that was hanging over them the past few days has already been cleared up.

***

Two weeks later, Nat was at home when she received an encrypted message from Echo that contains only a coordinate. Her mother’s instinct instantly kicked in. Thinking something might have happened to Asya, she hastily put on her Black Widow uniform and rode her bike to the location. Her heart is beating as fast as she’s driving.

The location was a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Nat parked her bike and noted movement inside the cabin. Not wasting one more minute, she burst in the cabin with her guns only to be met by Carol on her Captain Marvel uniform and arms raised and ready to blast her.

“Nat?”

“Car?”

They instantly lowered their weapons.

“What are you doing here? Is Asya here? Echo sent me the coordinates to this cabin...” Nat questions before their phones chimed again with a message from Echo.

Go around the back. – A.

Nat and Carol looked at each other. Nat’s genuinely confused, while Carol had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Nat stomped her way to the back of the house with Carol close behind. When they burst out of the back porch, they’re met by the loveliest dinner table set up.

Nat furrowed her brow. Carol instantly paled.

The lovely little shit, Carol thought.

Then Carol’s phone started ringing, it’s Asya.

“Love? What is happening?” Carol greeted. Nat crossed her arm protectively around herself.

“Yesterday, Aunt Wanda said some agent asked mama out,” Asya started. “Now, make your move before she says yes to someone else.”

An agent? They got some balls! Which agent is it? I want their names, Carol mused inside her head.

“Also, everyone helped me out with this plan. Don’t duck it up.”

Carol wanted to berate her for almost using a bad language but the line went dead faster than lightning.

“Well?�� Nat asked.

“She’s okay,” Carol stammered.

She didn’t know what to say, she’s running out of time. The prospect of someone else coming in Nat and Asya’s life makes Carol’s powers to go bubbling up to the surface. She had to close her eyes and remember the breathing exercise Wanda thought her to get it under control.

***

Before Nat can ask what Carol was doing, her phone started ringing next.

“Asya Romanova – Y/L/N, what’s the meaning of this?” Nat tried not to let her frustration seep through.

“Izvini (I’m sorry), mama,” Asya knew her mother enough to know she’s frustrated. Nat knows her daughter enough to know she’s sporting her sheepish look at that moment.

“I just wanna understand,” Nat walked a few steps away from Carol.

“You’ve taken care of everyone for the longest time, mama. You lost the one you love the most trying to give everyone their happiness back,” Asya started.

“You’re the one I love the most, next to your mom,” Nat interrupted.

“I know, mama and you will always be ours. And because of that, I want you to be happier,” Asya explained.

Nat turned around, eyeing Carol kicking her boots on the ground.

“Asya are you setting me up with Carol?” Nat whispered.

Asya laughed on the other end. “I have eyes mama, you like her,” Asya teased. Nat tried not to blush for being caught red-handed by her seven-year-old daughter.

“I do but,”

“No more buts, mama. You’re allowed to love again,” Asya interrupted.

“I love you so much kid,” is all Nat could say.

“I love you too. Now go enjoy your night. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Asya said before hanging up.

***

Nat walked back to Carol with a soft smile on her face.

“So?” Carol asked, clearly nervous.

“Asya said you have something to ask me,” Nat asked; poker face intact. Carol internally cussed.

“I...” Carol swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “I just wanted to ask if you Uhm... you know?”

Nat raised her perfect eyebrow. Carol sighed, Nat’s not gonna make it easy for her.

“I just wanted to ask if you wanna go on a date with me soon,” Carol rushed out in one breath, blushing from head to toe.

Nat burst out laughing. Carol crossed her arms and pouted. When Nat got a hold of her laughter, she stepped close to Carol and put a hand on her chest. Carol swallowed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just Peter said, he saw some stuff on the internet,” Nat said before she started laughing again.

“What did he saw?”

“People, on the internet,” Nat said between giggles. “They call you daddy.”

Carol choked on nothing, Nat leaned in to kiss her cheek. “If they can only see you now, fumbling over your words asking the Black Widow out,” Nat husked near her ear before pulling away and going inside the cabin.

“Hey! That’s not fair! Have you seen yourself?” Carol complained.

That only fuelled Nat to laugh some more. “Get the food in here, change out of your uniform, and come cuddle with me. I’m sure Stark has Netflix even in the wilderness,” Nat yelled halfway inside the house.

***

Carol can’t help but smile before hauling the food inside. True enough, there was Netflix in the cabin. Nat chose a movie called, Lights out. Carol wasn’t paying attention because all she can focus on was Nat’s weight against her side, Nat’s head on her shoulder, Nat’s hand on her chest. All her senses are honed on Nat and Nat alone.

When the movie ended, they were too tired to move from the couch that they decided to just sleep there. Same position as last time, Carol between Nat and the back of the couch. Only this time, Nat has her head on Carol’s chest.

“Goodnight,” Nat whispered.

“Goodnight,” Carol whispered back.

She turned her head a little bit to kiss Nat on her forehead just in time with Nat turning her head upwards. Carol froze when her lips landed on Nat’s but relaxed when she felt Nat moved. They kissed softly in the dark for a couple of minutes, it was tender not rushed.

Nat pulled away first and Carol just pulled her towards her body and let the quiet of the woods lull them to sleep. Maybe this wasn’t the life they both envisioned to be, maybe there wasn’t any grand moment to know that they were heading here but it certainly felt right.

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Peter/Avengers, dub/con, captivity, Part 4

TAGGING PEOPLE STILL ISN’T WORKING!

Support couldn’t give me an answer to my problem. Though they said they would send me a link with a tool kinda thing, that I would have to install, and maybe that might help, then. Havn’t gotten it yet, but they said it might take a few days to get the file packed, or something. I have no clue about these things. Wish I had a Tony Stark in real life I could go bother with this.

Anyway, I would like to ask everyone to reblog this post, if you don’t mind, so that hopefully everyone who asked to be tagged for future parts will be able to find this. Thanks!

Read previous parts here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Once again, heed the tags below the cut.

kidnapping, dub/con, captivity, chains, bondage, obsessive Avengers, Peter/Everyone, darkly soft Avengers (in the sense that they hold Peter captive, but only want to love and protect him), non-powered Peter, dark-ish Avengers, 18+ Peter, Clint is not married and has no kids, Tony is not in a relationship with Pepper.

Part 4

Setting things up was almost too easy.

The Avengers floors in the tower were spread over four stories.

One floor made up an intricate and wide indoor training gym, with special equipment. The one above that was dedicated to lab work, and had all the instruments any scientists heart could ever desire.

Then came the common floor, which was by far, the biggest.

In the beginning, Tony had set it up so that every Avenger would have their own, private floor.

But everyone had quickly migrated to the completely functional guest rooms (that all came with en-suite bathrooms) on the common floor. There was more than enough room for everyone, and the team mates liked being close to each other, while still having some privacy in their own rooms.

Peter's room, of course, had also always been on the common floor.

The parameters for Friday's new protocol were easy to code into her mainframe. As was the math to calculate the length of the chain, and the best place to anchor it to, so that Peter would still be able to roam the whole of the common floor freely, but unable to reach the elevator.

Tony and Bruce would, of course, take Peter to their labs with them, if he wished for it. A fitting chain would be placed there as well. Things were a bit different for the gym. They suspected that Peter would want to keep up his ballet practices with Natasha (once he got used to his new circumstances a bit, they had no delusions that the first few days would be difficult for everyone). However, he clearly couldn't be chained down for those. So there would be no chains there.

And really, the chains weren't actually necessary. With Friday's updated protocols, which disallowed Peter the use of the elevators (which were the only way to access the Avenger floors), unless one of the Avengers was with him, or in case of an immediate emergency; as well as the fact that each and every one of them would be able to easily restrain Peter if it came to it, there was honestly no need to put a shackle on the younger man.

Thinking back, Tony didn't even know who had suggested it in the first place, but once the image was there...

They wanted it.

They wanted the visible, physical, undeniable proof, that Peter wouldn't leave them.

Couldn't leave them.

They wanted to be able to touch the chain, run their hands over the links, hear the sound it would make every time the brunette moved.

Tony took great pleasure in making it. He was not going to allow some crude, mass manufactured, heavy dark chain to touch his Sweetheart's soft skin. No. The chain he was making was a gold aluminum alloy, just like his armor. Strong, but light, and a glittering gold and red color. The cuff that would rest around Peter's ankle was padded with the softest material Tony could find, ensuring that neither the delicate skin, nor bones would get damaged from wearing it over a long period of time.

Feeling inspired, the billionaire also made some handcuffs out of the same metal and soft padding, as well as some other things that almost had him come in his pants, from simply imagining using them on Peter. Not right away, of course, he didn't want to spook his Sweetheart. But once things had progressed a little, when Peter had learned to accept (and maybe reciprocate) their love, these things would be there, and Tony and the others would use them to make his Sweetheart feel more pleasure than he ever had before.

When Peter graduated from University, Tony had finished making all the restraints they would need (and want). To celebrate Peter's graduation, Tony invited everyone (the team, Peter's aunt, and his two friends) to the most expensive restaurant in the city. Between the lighthearted teasing and sincere praise of everyone, Peter was blushing the whole evening.

Such a pretty little thing.

During the next days, as his departure to Australia drew ever nearer, Peter was a bundle of nervous energy. Fretting about preparations for his trip, getting everything in order, trying to spend time with Ned and MJ, his aunt and the Avengers, before he wouldn't see them for quite a while.

The day before his plane would depart, just as they had planned, the Avengers again invited everyone out, this time to a fancy, discreet place that served brunch. The food was good and everyone had a great time. At the end, Ned, Michelle and May Parker thanked the Avengers for the invitation, and then all hugged Peter tightly (May with tears in her eyes) and wished him all the luck in the world on his trip.

Peter likewise had to wipe some moisture out of his eyes after the heartfelt goodbyes.

Back at the tower, Bruce started the final stage of their plan.

“Peter? Professor Stoddard gave you a list of all the recommended shots for Australia, right?”

The younger man grinned. “Yep. Got them all covered. On a side note, I really hate needles.”

The admission got a small chuckle out of everyone, as well as a little smile from Bruce.

“Well, if you can grit your teeth through one more, I have mixed up something in the lab that will help your body to better adapt to the Australian climate.”

Peter gave him a look between surprised and moved.

“Aw, thank you, Bruce. You really didn't have to.”

But the doctor shook his head, and placed an arm around the slightly smaller man, guiding him to the elevator, the dark, knowing eyes of the other Avengers on their backs.

“Nonsense. I think we all would feel a lot better, knowing that you are less likely to collapse from heatstroke the minute you get off the plane. Come. It's in my lab.”

Ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened back up, showing Bruce carrying an unconscious Peter in his arms.

Steve stepped forward immediately, offering to take Peter from him.

“You made sure the sedative isn't harmful?”

Bruce would take offense, but he knew that the super soldier was simply worried and anxious for their precious one.

“I've tested it multiple times. He will sleep soundly for approximately the next nine hours.”

With Peter carefully cradled in his arms, Steve led the small procession to the younger man's room, where he laid him gently into his bed.

Natasha came forward and lovingly carded her fingers through the always messy, brown curls, swiping away a stray lock from his eyes. Clint was already in the process of removing the sleeping man's shoes, and Bucky, with sure but soft hands, opened Peter's jeans and tenderly stripped them off.

Sam was collecting the younger man's tablet, phone and laptop. They would be kept secure and out of Peter's reach, until they could be sure that their love wouldn't try to contact anyone about his captivity.

Tony and Thor entered the room then, carrying the long, gold and red chain between them.

Clint huffed at the sight. “I'm still not happy that my Darling will be wearing your color scheme all the time.”

Tony just smirked at him. “What did you want me to paint the chain with? Purple? No chance.”

Then he took the cuff that was linked to the chain, and approached the bed. He sat down at Peter's naked feet (Bucky had quickly traded the jeans for a soft pair of pajama bottoms, not wanting his Doll to get cold during the night, in only his boxers)

Tony took a moment to just admire the sleeping form of the man that held all their hearts in his hands. He looked so peaceful. He moved his hand to the ankle that laid against his thigh. Such soft skin. He stroked over it lightly. So delicate. He could wrap his whole hand around the appendage without problem.

“We were right. Peter isn't made for the jungle. It would be too rough on him. We can't let him go. He needs us.”

He didn't need to look up to see the agreement in the others eyes, and without further delay, he closed the cuff around the pale flesh.

“The chain will have to come off for changing clothes and taking baths, so there is a fingerprint scanner here” He pointed it out for the others “programmed to recognize our thumb prints. You need to press your thumb to it for five seconds, before it comes off, so there should be no accidental release. We will all need to watch our steps from now on, so that we don't trip over the chain.”

Everyone nodded.

Steve spoke next.

“Remember that Peter won't be too happy with us during the next few days. Maybe longer. He won't understand this, and he will like it even less. The first week will likely be the most frustrating for all of us, but I won't tolerate anyone taking it out on him.”

He was met with scowls.

“No one here would ever hurt him.” Sam had crossed his arms over his chest.

“It will take time, but Lastashka will come around.” Natasha continued to stroke his hair.

“Patience and love. Just like we talked about. He will accept it, one day.” Bucky's voice was confident and steady.

“It is rare that all of us are needed for a mission, so there is always going to be at least one of us here with him. This should help him to get used to it.” Bruce added.

“I will have to attend matters at Asgard occasionally, but I doubt it will take more than a day at a time. It is important that we show him that we will always be there for him, and take care of his needs.”

Tony stroked over the padded shackle once more, before standing up and covering the still unconscious Peter with the warm blanket.

“Friday, initiate Protocol: Caged Bird.”

The first few days were difficult, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected.

Peter was mostly confused. He didn’t understand why his friends were doing what they were doing. He didn’t understand that their feelings for him exceeded friendship by a mile. He didn’t understand that keeping him locked up, was for his own good.

He tried reasoning with them, tried convincing them that nothing would happen to him in Australia, or any other expedition he might take part in in the future. (He was very upset about having missed his flight. At the sight of tears gathering in his eyes, Steve had climbed into bed with him and cuddled the unwilling college graduate for about an hour)

After that Peter had got it in his head that the team had been hypnotized or otherwise manipulated by some kind of villain. (”This isn’t right. You know it isn’t. Someone is making you act this way. You have to fight this.”) But, of course, it was to no avail.

They had expected him to be angry at them, to scream and curse and wish them to hell (though he never did). And while he was clearly very unhappy about the situation, it wasn’t his anger that cut into the Avengers. It was his sadness.

The team did their best to help Peter through the ordeal, help him get used to things. Affectionate touches were freely given and numerous, no matter how reluctantly they were received.

They were vigilant about not giving him time or opportunity to get lost in negative emotions. Took care that he always ate and drank enough, would change the shackle from one ankle to the other every day, and then spent a few minutes to massage the joint, to ward off any discomfort.

Due to the shackle and chain needing to be taken off, in order for Peter to change his bottoms, or shower, someone was always in the room with him during that time. The lack of privacy and his own shyness about the others seeing him naked like this, was possibly the most challenging hurdle for Peter to overcome.

It took two weeks, for Peter to stop flinching away from their touches, and then another four days until he didn’t automatically stiffen any more, when one of them hugged him. His pleas to be let go tapered off after roughly the first month into his captivity.

When Clint actually managed to make Peter laugh one day, things changed again.

With the younger man’s slowly growing acceptance of his non-negotiable presence in the tower, the team grew bolder in their displays of affection.

Lips soon found their way onto the soft skin, hands alone no longer enough. Necklines were pulled lower, exposing more of the delicate neck and shoulder bones, then covering the light skin in love bites and hickeys.

Shirts were rolled up to gain access to stomach and chest. to stroke and caress, to lick and kiss. Soft tickles to the sides of the sensitive belly, light pinches and bites to the pink nipples.

Hands found their ways under the soft pants and boxers Peter wore, squeezing his buttocks, fingers ghosting over the rim, stroking up and down the length of his penis.

The younger man would tell them to stop, tried to shove them away, or wriggle out of their grasps, at first, but he was never successful. It was like a switch had been pulled in the Avengers heads. Knowing that Peter couldn’t get away from them, couldn’t run, couldn’t leave, allowed them more and more freedom to express their love.

They wanted to kiss him. Caress him. Feel him. Taste him. They wanted to make him feel good. Make him experience all the pleasure they could. Wanted to hear him moan, and gasp, and writher. They wanted to hear their name on his lips when he came. And then they wanted to do it all over again.

Peter discovered that, despite the chain that already shackled him to their home, the Avengers liked to restrain him even further, whenever things got more intimate.

Bucky and Steve both liked to use their superhuman strength. Steve would gather the thin wrists in one of his big hands, and hold them to whatever surface Peter happened to be on, before descending on the slighter body.

Bucky was the same, just that he exclusively used his metal arm to trap Peter’s hands with, so that his flesh one would be able to feel the others skin beneath him.

Sam and Clint almost always used the padded handcuffs that Tony had made, to bind Peter’s arms behind his back. Sam liked for Peter to straddle him like this, while he played with his body. Clint preferred to lay the younger man down on the closest soft surface, be that the couch in the living room, or whoever’s bed was nearest, and have his wicked way with him.

Natasha usually took Peter to her bedroom, where she used silk shawls and other soft ties to secure him to her bed. (”Tying someone down can have two implications, Lastashka. The most obvious one is that it makes you unable to resist and gives me complete control. The other reason is that it’s not about reciprocation. Being bound forces you to accept the pleasure that I give you, to let me take care of you, let me make you feel good and worship your body like it should be worshiped. If you wonder which one of those implications comes into play here, it’s actually both. I like being in control, Peter, but I also like making you feel good. Just let me love you.”)

Most surprising was probably Bruce’s fondness for Japanese bondage. The older scientist loved to put Peter in elaborate and complicated bindings (with special ropes that wouldn’t burn or shave at the delicate skin, of course). He would patiently and carefully wrestle the younger man into compliance, and then skillfully tie him up. The only reason the bondage never included a gag, Peter came to realize, was that Bruce would stop his work every few minutes, to kiss him tenderly on the lips, the cheeks, and his forehead. Sometimes they didn’t even have sex when Bruce tied him up, though the man always made Peter come.

Thor was probably the odd one out, as he didn’t have a specific method he used to restrain his lover. Sometimes he would use a soft rope, other times he closed the padded handcuffs around Peter’s wrists, and other times still the god of thunder would simply clamp his own, big hands around the slim body and manhandle him however he wanted to. One day Thor had stripped his love, pinned him down on his bed with one hand, and with the other, carefully, hesitantly, but full of anticipation, laid his hammer onto the youngers chest. Mjölnir wasn’t heavy in the sense that it crushed Peter, but it was completely impossible for the younger man to move out from under it. All he could do was claw at the bedding and move his legs to the almost overwhelming pleasure, as the Asgardian took him again and again.

Tony, even though he had been the one to design and make the handcuffs and various other restrains the team used on Peter, would usually direct one or more of the empty Iron Man armors to hold his Sweetheart in position. He loved watching as Peter ineffectually writhed against the unyielding hold of something he had created, while he kneeled before his captive, using the skill learned from years of being New York’s number one playboy, to suck him off. He always made Peter orgasm once, before he entered him. It was such a heady feeling, such a turn on, to see Peter experience a second release, while the billionaire himself was buried deep inside his warmth.

They made sure not to overwhelm Peter too much. He couldn’t be taken by everyone, everyday. And really, no one had a problem with this. After all, it wasn’t purely about sex. They loved Peter, and they loved making love to Peter, but fucking for hours on end was not the only way that physical attraction and devotion could be expressed.

Cuddling during movie nights, or taking a bath together, having him sit between their legs and leaning back into their chest while he was reading a book, were all things that were high on everyone’s list for making Peter feel special and loved.

Whenever it wasn’t Steve himself to share this kind of intimacy with his Honey, he liked to draw the scene before him. His sketchbook was full of pages upon pages of Peter being cherished by one of his team mates. (He always drew the chain, and sometimes the handcuffs, as well. The different restraints had become as much of a symbol for their love, as everything else had)

Three and a half months into Peter’s captivity, everyone was gathered in the living room, watching a movie. Peter was lying with his head in Natasha’s lap, the former Assassin lovingly stroking her hand through his hair. His legs were laid over Sam’s lap, with the man softly kneading his calves. The rest of the Avengers had spread out over the other couches and chairs in the room, basking in the peaceful atmosphere that knowing Peter was close by, always brought to them.

“Do you hate us?”

Natasha’s quiet question cut through the room like a knife, and Peter could see every one of the Avengers stiffen, as they waited for him to answer. He inhaled deeply.

“...No. I don’t hate you. I don’t like being locked up, I’m not always too happy about all the restraints, I miss being able to run around outside, jump from building to building, or just take a walk. I still don’t understand why you are doing all this,... But I don’t hate you.”

They all slumped a little in relief, Sam affectionately squeezed the ankle without the shackle, and Natasha continued to stroke through Peter’s hair.

“No more parkour for you, Doll. It’s too dangerous.” Came Bucky’s rumble to the brunettes right, and he could see the others nod their heads in agreement to this. He sighed.

“But we can talk about a few outings in the future.”

Natasha and Sam kept him from sitting up, but Peter still looked at Tony with wide, excited eyes.

“Really?”

The billionaire nodded. “If you agree to wearing a tracker, maybe an anklet. And at least one of us has to be with you. Possibly a few more rules that we will decide on then. But yes, really.”

Seeing the reluctant agreement to that in everyone’s eyes, Peter smiled widely. It wouldn’t happen in the next few days, he knew. Maybe not even for another month or more. But he would get to go outside again.

One day.

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That’s it folks.

As you can probably tell, I’m not very good with writing smut. (In fact, I didn’t really, explicitely, write any... sorry)

Which is why, if anyone is interested / wants to do it, I would not at all be opposed if someone wrote additional parts to this story.

The only thing I ask, is that you keep things nice. No degradation, humiliation or pain play, please. (Pain play would include things like spanking and orgasm denial. Orgasm delay is fine, but outright denial can not only be considerably painful, but might also have real, physical consequences.)

I don’t mean any offense if those are some of your personal kinks or likes, but I myself don’t enjoy those very much (or at all), and I don’t think they would fit into the mind frame of the story, or the Avengers.

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when you can’t find the quiet pt5

request: hii!!! can you please do an autistic!reader fic where they come by the tower/compound to use the sensory room but peter and tony aren't there so security wont let them in and nat or another person comes by and lets them in (cause peter always talks about the reader)? i need angst resolved with fluff this week has not been kind.

Turns out, Tony wasn’t kidding when he mentioned making plans.

First step was giving you whatever stim toys you wanted, to take away from the tower with you. Peter and Tony made sure you had multiples of just about everything, from chewies to fidgets, even your own weighted blanket (Tony wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry when you explained how you’d stack random items on top of your bed at home to try and imitate the feel of one). Second was to work out a leave-pass from classes, so that you could remove yourself from an overloading situation with minimal resistance. In the event that you had to leave, and it was bad, you had Tony’s personal contact saved in your phone. And finally, it was set up within FRIDAY’s security programming to let you into the tower to access the sensory room. Happy had even printed you off an access badge, in case you ran into Stark Industries staff who didn’t know about the situation, or who were less than understanding. Both Tony and Peter promised to let the people allowed on the floor of the sensory room, predominantly the other Avengers and Pepper, know that you’d be around; Tony had jokingly said that they’d be wanting to finally catch a glimpse of you in person, considering how Peter was always talking about you. All in all, things seemed to be looking up. Sure, some of the shitty things that came with being autistic and chronically anxious weren’t ever going to disappear, and you weren’t going to magically ‘recover’ (not that there was anything to recover from, because no matter what anyone says, autism is not a bad thing), but it was a weight off your shoulders to have a support system for when things got rough.

So things worked out, for a few weeks. It was terrifying the first few times you went to the tower on your own, but Tony and Peter had ran it through with you multiple times with you, lessening their support with each go so you could prove to yourself that you could, in fact, do it. And it was worth it. In hindsight, you conceded that having access to that safe space had prevented several meltdowns, and you were so incredibly grateful to Tony for allowing you to turn up to what was essentially his home whenever you needed, and to Peter for introducing you to his mentor. Not everything was smooth sailing, though.

It hadn’t been a great day, but it also hadn’t been the worst. It’d been somewhere in between, and you were okay with that, but you also knew that your coping strategies worked best when you caught onto the bad things early. Essentially: you needed to go and stim and self-regulate before you even thought of going home, to deal with you mom and homework and whatever else. So you got off the subway a few stops early, and made your way to the tower, rummaging through your backpack as you walked through the revolving doors for your pass. FRIDAY was programmed to let you up regardless, but not all the staff knew you.

The pass wasn’t in your bag. Not even in the weird tiny inner pocket that you always forgot was there. Fuck.

You were wearing noise cancelling headphones, so you didn’t notice the security guard was talking to you until he tapped your shoulder. The touch was static and you jumped, pulling the headphones off your head as you realised you’d have to try and talk.

“Do you have a security pass?” the guard seemed bored, staring as you fidgeted, trying to come up with the words to begin to explain.

“If you don’t have a pass, I’m going to need to request that you leave the premises. This is private property,” the speech was well-rehearsed and, as much as you knew this wasn’t personal, and you probably weren’t the first random teenager trying to get into the tower, the panic set in. You ran back towards the doors, stumbling around the other people in the lobby. A pair of hands met your shoulders as you whirled in panic, stopping your motion.

“Y/n?” you knew that was your name, you knew you were supposed to respond and acknowledge and talk and make eye contact but that just wasn’t gonna happen right now.

“Was there a problem here?” the voice was cool, and sounded familiar, but you were more focussed on trying to stop anxious-flapping your hands, because this was in public and people were watching and if Tony or Peter found out then they’d surely never let you back here and it was all your fault for leaving your pass at home. Beneath your panic, you could hear a conversation happening over your head, something about you being okay, and “we’ll take it from here” (at the time, wondering who ‘we’ entailed was only a fleeting consideration).

You only vaguely recognised where you were going as you were led away, guided by a light touch on your back, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole and let you hyperventilate in peace. At this point, it was taking everything you had not to scream, or bite your hand, or drop to the ground, anything to make it stop and go away and ground yourself back to your body. Repressing the stims was physically painful.

The lift was quieter, less glaring, less busy. As you looked up, you realised that the person leading you away from the guard and the crowds was, in fact, the Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff. The terrifying assassin, SHIELD agent, former KGB. Peter had spoken of her in awe, and rightly so. And yet, here she was, asking you if it was okay if she rubbed your back after saving you from decidedly scary SI security. Normally you hated light touch, but Nat was equally firm as she was gentle and her silent presence somehow made it easier to breathe.

You didn’t even realise there was another person with you until he offered his hands, a reprieve from the painful, anxious pressing of your hands together, keeping you from pushing until your wrists popped in their sockets. The hands were new, but immediately recognisable; one skin, one metal.

Bucky didn’t mind you squeezing his hands. You figured he barely felt it, with your hands being tiny in comparison. The metal of his right hand was cool, and you leaned into the touch as he pushed your hair back from your face, clearing it from your vision and allowing you to fully take in the pair for the first time (minus the disorienting overstim from earlier). Nat crouched down to be below your eye level, holding out the headphones you realised you must’ve dropped in the lobby earlier.

“You wanna put these back on? There a bunch of people around this afternoon, so it’ll be a bit noisy until we get to the sensory room.”

You took the headphones from her, spinning them in your hands. “I’m sorry.” You cringed at the way your voice cracked from misuse.

“No. You have nothing to apologise for. You did nothing wrong. If anything, we’re sorry that security didn’t know to let you through,” Bucky’s voice was deeper, but no louder than Nat’s. “I know Peter and Tony would be proud of you for coming here, instead of trying to get home whilst overloaded.”

Shaking your head, you went to correct him, tell him ‘no, they wouldn’t, it’s ridiculous that I can’t get home on my own,’ but Nat cut you off. “Why don’t we continue this discussion somewhere other than the elevator?” You jammed the headphones back on your head in response, reaching for her hand before you’d fully realised what you were doing. She glanced briefly in your direction but took your hand unquestioningly, rubbing her thumb over yours. The two of you followed Bucky out of the elevator, towards sensory sanctuary.

***

A while later, you’d climbed into the sling swing situated towards the centre of the sensory room, Bucky offering to push you. He was surprisingly gentle, for a super soldier. Natasha had stepped outside to make a call, to who you figured was probably Tony; even through the door, you could hear her recounting the afternoon’s events, of finding you panicked and the security guard not knowing and the whole mess. Bucky had explained that she wasn’t mad at you, or even Stark, just worried of what would’ve happened had they not arrived back at the tower when they did. You considered what he’d said.

“You knew what to do,” it was more a statement than a question. Sure, you knew that the other Avengers had been made aware of the fact you’d be around sometimes, but Peter had never told you how much they knew about you, or just autism in general.

“If you’re wondering what Stark and Peter told us, not much. I followed Nat’s lead on this one.” As if on cue, Natasha re-entered the room, running a hand through her hair. “I told Tony what happened. He’s not happy, but he wants to make sure you’re okay before he does anything about the security situation,” she noticed you twisting your hands and offered hers. You took them, tapping a staccato on her palms, but keeping your gaze firmly downcast. You felt her gaze on you, studying.

“Kid, you look exhausted. Do you wanna take a nap, and we can drop you home later?” Bucky spoke up, ceasing the rocking motion of the swing. You had to admit, the overstim of the day overall combined with the panic in the lobby had taken a lot out of you. But at the same time, you didn’t want to inconvenience the people that had already invested their time and effort into making sure you were okay.

Nat picked up on your hesitation (of course she did- she’s a trained spy). “I think that’s a good idea. Even if you don't sleep, you look like you could use a weighted blanket and some quiet time. You don’t need to worry about the stuff that happened earlier-”

“We’ve got that,” Bucky interjected.

“And you need to take care of you. I’ll get Stark to tell your guardian where you are, and ask Happy to run you home later,” she paused for a second. “We can stay with you if you want.” And you did want that, you wanted their calm, their steadiness, their control over the situation.

That nap, spent curled up under a weigher blanket, legs across Bucky’s lap, Nat’s hand a comfortable presence on your shoulder, was one of the best you’d ever had.

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