#ever since she said she didn’t want to be stalked it’s just been a dogpile on her 😭

[pennyserenade]

i hope everyone being cunts to chappell roan know that history isn’t going to remember them kindly bc truly what is this

[heliosthegriffin]

The Tarasque

On the night before the finals of the Vytal Festival, we find Jaune Arc. He leaned over the railing of the roof where he trained with Pyrrha, they hadn’t trained tonight, she needed to be in top shape for tomorrow.

Jaune didn’t though, and Jaune had come up to think dressed in his baby blue onesie. Smoking a cigarette in hand and breathing out the smoke into the clear night sky.

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, letting the warm smoke fill his longs, holding it till it lost it’s warmth and expelled it. He spoke out into the night sky, “I’m really going to miss this place again, aren’t I?” There was no one to hear him question.

In his unoccupied hand was his scroll, a message ready to be sent to a group chat. Jaune looked at the scroll his expression mixed, his finger hovering over the send button. One press would be what it takes to summon his friends, they’d deserve an explanation at the very least before he left. He still hesitated before pressing the button, then he signed. “It’s never going to be any easier, is it?” Silence was his answer.

Several minutes passed before Pyrrha showed up, her normal, fake, smile still up, something was bothering the girl. He knew what Orville the poor child to due, and it only added to the list of grievance he had with the man.

“Jaune? Why are you calling everybody?” Pyrrha asked, her face full of worry. 

Her mind obviously wondering he could no longer take the guilt anymore, he’d nip that in the bud now.

“I’ll tell you when the rest get here. It’s more than what you think it is.”

The tone of his voice got her attention, but she nodded.

She had yet to notice the cigarette in his hand.

The rest came in the pair of Ren and Nora, and then the Team RWBY who came out in a dogpile on the roof. He snickered, he would indeed miss their antics.

The seven of them formed a semi-circle around him seeming to wonder what Jaune had to say. Jaune said nothing for a long second, taking one last long drag of the cigarette before exhaling.

That got Weiss’s attention, “Since when did you start such a repugnant habit, Arc?“ She asked with disgust.

Nora before Jaune could answer, “Oh, oh, oh, can you blow smoke rings Jauney, and hey wait, when you start smoking? I never smelled any  on you before?”

That got a small murmur going through the group of teens, bring a smile to his face.

Yang broke the silence, “So, what’s up VB? Come to have us look at you model your onesie?” She said with a snicker.

A sad looking smile came to Jaune’s face, he let the bud drop to the roof where he ground it under his slippers.

“I’m leaving Beacon, tonight.”

Any words that were about to come out froze in the seven teens mouths, not one had been expecting him to say that.

A series of ‘Whats?!” ‘Why’ ‘Are you for real?’ and so on and so forth, it all blended together to white noise.

It hurt him see his friends look so pained and shocked, but he needed to do what he needed to do. They were weights.

He clapped his hands, infusing his hands and arms to strength them, and then further empowered the shockwave as it left the hands causing a explosion of noise.

They all jumped up in shock, but Ren’s eyes narrowed at him, clearly noticing the aura trick he did.

He smiled softly at him, then at all of them. “I just want to say, thank you, thank you all, you’ve made the last hellish nine months in this place actually pleasant.”

Blakes eyes narrowed at his choice of words.

“I have had more fun here in my time with you seven, than I have had in the last couple centuries.”

NPR and RWBY’s eyes shot open, and before their eyes Jaune disappeared.

“I suppose you’re all curious what that means, but, I don’t have time to explain it all to you, I’m on a schedule you see, and you’re better off not knowing too. You seven have too bright future together, to change the world, to be dragged down into a shadowy conflict. Focus on your life and goals, not the mysterys in the dark. It’s been a pleasure, Ruby, Weiss, Yang, Blake, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren.”

Crocea Mors in hand, Jaune grabbed it by the sheath and handle pulling it with speed that not even the eyes of hunters in training could follow hitting Ruby in the back of the head before her aura went up.

Ruby hit the floor with a nary a sound, looking for the world like she just fainted.

Weiss and Yang stood to either side of Ruby, with Blake at the end of the semi circle next to Yang. Ren stood to Weiss’s side, Nora to Ren’s side, and Pyrrha at the other end of the circle.

Crocea Mors sheath didn’t stop moving after Ruby went down, Jaune turned the strike so the flat of the blade hit Weiss’s temple, eyes went wide and then rolled up into her skull, her aura failing to come up at speed to block the strike.

In all under a second Jaune had incapacitated Ruby and Weiss, in the next ten second the other fives fell to the ground knocked out, not a scratch on the boy, and in the next second Jaune let his expression fall, and suddenly Jaune didn’t look so young and weak anymore, his face going from soft to sharp looking, still young but closer to his mid-twenties than his late teens, but his eye’s held a weight and age to them that could not be measured. It was like looking at the difference between a puppy and a alpha beowolf.

Jaune looked tiredly at his former friends, and took out his scroll and hit another message to each of his former friends, a video personalized for each one, on how to improve their fighting style, semblance, and training, along with a personalized apology.

Then Jaune hit a app on his scroll, then any trace of Jaune Arc ever existing on paper was deleted, being replaced by John Ark who tragically died in a bullhead flight tonight.

The scroll was then broken like cheap plastic and tossed away. Jaune brought up a burner scroll, and called. “I’m ready, are the pieces in place?”

Ozpin’s voice could be heard on the other end. “Yes. Are you in position?”

“No, but I will be within five minutes, tell them to be ready sooner, if all goes as planned the infiltrators will be captured and brought to the vault in less than a half hour, if not, be ready to send them in to capture or kill them.”

“Roger, message sent, I will be waiting below.”

In a blur of speed the onesie was gone revealing briefly too things, a body that was covered in scars of all kinds, burns, pock marks, slashes, bruises, acid burns, a catalogue of wounds that if saw on a normal man would cause a doctor to question how they were alive.

The second was on Jaune’s back, a large Tattoo, one of a fearsome monster that stared off of Jaunes back.

In another Blur of speed Jaune was dressed in dark blues, and blacks, Crocea Mors at his side.

“Tonight the Tarasque hunts again.”

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Jaune stood outside of the dark hall way following the aura signature to a visiting students dorm, he could feel the Fall Maiden’s power inside. He was right on the money that it was the transfer student. She was far too old to be playing pretend... Or not old enough.

He sensed the Ace Ops patrols the outside and roof, Goodwitch down the hall, The Branwan skin-changed and waiting outside the window.

Jaune focused on the aura signatures in the room, four, all sleeping.

He took out a key and opened the door, and slipped in.

They never even noticed him stalking up to the fall maiden, and grabbing her by the throat, to her credit her eyes shot open immediately, but Jaune took the handle of Crocea Mors to her head.

Her aura blocked it, but she was clearly dazed, and could barely choke out a “H-help.” In a blur of speed and force he brought the handle to her temple again and again till her aura broke and her eyes rolled up, a dark bruise forming with a blood dripping down the side of her head.

He felt the movement behind him, and the attempt of an illusion to cloud his mind. He feigned falling for it, and let her sneak up with the blades. Just as the girl swung he backhanded her in the throat, she wasn’t expecting it and her aura wasn’t up, so she went out like light.

That’s two.

The half-legs and the woman-girl stirred. He took Crocea Mor’s to their heads, a trickle of blood all the proof he needed.

He went over to the window and opened it, letting the Branwen in.

He pointed at the half-legs and woman-girl, “Grab em’“

The Branwan knew better to argue with him.

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The elevator opened with a ding, showing Jaune and Qrow with two unconcious bodies over their shoulders.

“Is that the culprit?” Ozpin asked with a thin frown.

Jaune nodded.

“Good, put her in the machine.” “No, Orville. I got a better way to do this.” Jaune said.

Ozpin raised a eyebrow, and Qrow looked intrigued. “What’s that Jaune?”

“This,” Jaune said raising his hand, it briefly lighting up the room before dimming revealing a pearlesque white hand.

Ozpin took step back in fear and surprise. “You completed it?!”

Qrow looked nonplussed, and raised his eyebrows. “What exactly is this ‘it’?” He asked with air quote.

“The highest form of aura manipulation I’ve achieve,” He shot a look at Ozpin. “When you have centuries of time on your hands, you either get good at what you do, or make plans for the future... I know what I’ve chosen.”

Ozpin let out a huff. “Well one of us has to make sure the world doesn’t explode.”

“Whatever,” Jaune said with a smirk, and then plunged his pearly white hand into Cinder’s chest.

Cinder awoke with a blood-chilling scream, her hands going to her chest, but then her body started thrashing like she was having a seizure.

“Yeah, I imagine having your soul invaded and having a piece ripped out isn’t very fun is it, yeah, well guess what?” Jaune said to a terrified Cinder. “Turn about is fair play, Amber was a good friend of mine, and you’re gonna pay.”

- Several bloody hours later. -

Ozpin looked mildly disturbed, while Qrow vomited in the corner.

“Dust, dust that was horrifying.” “Yeah, but I got the Maiden powers.”

“Are you going to do the same to Amber?”

Jaune nodded darkly. “Yes, but I’ll be much gentler with her.” “That does inspire much confidence.” “Well, excuse me if soul surgery isn’t exactly a very well explored field!” Jaune said to Qrow, then shot a look at Ozpin. “It would be much farther along if somebody gave me those prisoners, instead of sending me to kill super-heavy class grimm.”

“I find the survival of frontier villages and cities a more pressing matter.” Jaune shrugs. “Fair.” He then walks over to Amber’s stasis pod, a glowing orange ball in Jaune’s pearly hand.

It open and Jaune rams the orb into her, Amber’s eyes jumping open in pain.

It takes several screaming hour before Jaune is done.

“Well, she might be fine now.” “Might be?” “Very poorly explored field.”

Qrow looks over to the three accomplices, who woke during the soul surgeries, now looking very terrified.

“What about them?” “What about them? Their your problem now, as far as I’m concerned the only thing that’s my problem now is Amber, you two chucklefuck deal with the brats.”

Ozpin looked at the two children and Neo, “Soooo, anybody want some coffee.”

Edit: Forgot the Author’s note that would explain somethings, I kinda lost passion towards the end.

AN: This an AU where around a thousand years ago Ozma decided to do a mass aura awakening to see if it would bare fruit. Jaune seemed like he didn’t have semblance after couple years of training. But, come 80 years later, Ozma hears rumors of a lmmortal blonde... Jaune’s semblance is eternal youth.

[kemeticcalloutsfromthepublic]

I found your blog while browsing Tumblr and I feel so relieved.  I have not had a Tumblr in a while, but I check in now and then.  I want to tell you the story of what Devo, Satsekhem, and their “friends” did to me.

I remember when Devo first came into the Kemetic community.  She said she knew nothing of Kemeticism, but wanted to learn.  Less than a month later, she proclaimed that Set had chosen her to be the leader of all the Kemetics and it was her job to gather them up under her.  She went around to various social media spaces and pagan forums to recruit members for her group.

I ignored her.  I had grown up in the Fundamentalist Baptist church where I saw a lot of people make the “I’m the chosen one and you must follow me” claim.  I knew these kind of people were full of shit, lying to get attention and stroke their own egos.

A lot of people ate this shit up.  Others rebuffed her approaches and she called them “mean.“  She said she “building community” and “boat paddling,” but she was demonizing people who didn’t join her group, calling them stupid and disgusting and lots of other things.

Then she noticed me and she began this…creepy obsession with me.  It was weird.  She expressed hatred for me, but at the same time, she wanted me to join her group and fawn over her.  I would not respond to her messages or reblogs.  She saw this as mean, abusive behavior on my part.

Her behavior escalated from snooty comments to online stalking.  She even harassed one of my online friends, who was not even Kemetic and had nothing to do with her.  I moved my blog and she followed,  claiming that I destroying the community she had so carefully crafted, basically by posting opinions that are different from hers.

The harassment escalated.  She put me on some sort of blacklist and no one was allowed to talk to me or mention my name.  I was shocked that everyone fell into line and no one questioned this blacklist or any of her claims such as being elected the queen of all the Kemetics by Set.  Everything seemed so bizarre and unreal, as if I had stepped into an alternate universe.

I want to say that at this point, I had not said anything to her or the other Kemetic Fandom ringleaders.  Then they said nasty things to me, like that they made a request to the gods to ruin my life, and they felt sorry that the gods had a devotee like me.  I snapped, posting a string of curse words aimed at Devo and telling her to get the fuck off my blog.

I shouldn’t have done it because I gave them exactly what they wanted.  They were intentionally goading me into snapping so they could “prove” that I was an evil, community- destroying bitch.  Devo whipped up her followers into dogpiling me on her behalf.  I got dox threats, death threats, and creepy messages like “you should be glad that we don’t give you what really deserve.“  Fearing for my physical safety, I deleted my blog and they had a giant circle jerk, congratulating themselves on “taking the trash out.”

Later Devo and Satsekhem edited their post and reblogs of my posts to make me look nasty and themselves heroes who were just trying to be my friend.  Devo claimed that if I ever apologized to her, she would let me back in the community…a community I had never been a part of.

I have never blogged publicly since because I genuinely fear they might find me and carry out one of their threats hurt me.

In the end, I was baffled as to why this could go on without anyone saying something.  Why were they cheering the bullies on, and a why a big chunk of the online community would buy into Devo’s bizarre claims and not notice her blatant hypocrisy.

Anon, this mod wishes to express their sincerest sorrow.  We would like to say your story (with the exception of some of the hunting down in real life stuff) is legion in this community, all those who express differing opinions that do not agree of these peoples venomous ideological rhetorics, received the same treatments.  We are deeply saddened and horrified by the sheer cruelty they express as they lash out demanding subservience and being surprised when it is not given.  You are welcomed on our blog Anon and here, you are safe.  This mod hopes your story sheds light to all left in the community to see the truth and how vile, sadistic, and vindictive these people are.

–Memphis

I’m so sorry this happened to you, anon. If it’s any consolation, you’re not alone. There are many people who have been bullied by Devo, Satsekhem, and other SJW Kemetics. We here at KCFTP have observed that theirs is a highly toxic community. If you don’t follow their beliefs to the letter, you’re chastised as a bigot of some kind. Even those in their ranks aren’t safe. Don’t give in to them, and don’t give up. People who treat others this way are in all reality insecure, miserable people. Whether or not you choose to blog again, may you live in peace and be well!

- Karnak

[wannawritefast]

Spiderboy and the Secretary Pt. 2

A/n: So guys… Big apologies to @noeypiiepiie for taking so damn long to finish this. I can’t really give an excuse except that I got really damn busy and my parents got kinda nosy so I had to put my writing on hold. I’m a closet fangirl and no one knows that I write fanfic or like superheroes this much. So major apologies from me. So here y’all go. I hope you guys like it. Thanks to @imagine-superheroes for being the homie of all homies. 

Pt. 1

As soon as you scrambled up the stairs with a goofy smile on your face, you realized you had no swimsuits. It wasn’t as weird as it sounded considering your job and school took up most of your time. So, initially, you hadn’t seen it as a problem… until now. Now, you were in real trouble.

Thank god Tony gave me time off, you thought,  I have time to go shopping… But who do I take with me? Going places by yourself hadn’t ever been a problem. You did it all the time for coffee and running errands for Tony and the team but shopping was a whole other ball game. Especially since you hadn’t gone shopping in a considerable amount of time and since you had never gone swimsuit shopping before.

Natasha immediately popped into your mind. The otherwise reserved assassin was pretty affectionate with you and mothered you in the best ways possible. She kept you sane when work and homework drove you crazy. And by work you meant Tony.

You made your way to the training room and found Natasha training with Wanda. The two danced dangerously along the mats. Flurries of red energy and red hair flitted about the room and you couldn’t help but be entranced by the sparring. Within ten seconds of your arrival Wanda noticed your presence and smiled at you from the other side of the barrier. You smiled and waved in response. That was all Natasha needed to pin Wanda to the ground. Wanda tapped her arm in defeat.

Natasha rolled off of her and waved to you from her spot on the ground to come inside. You pushed the door open and Wanda launched herself at you with a hug. You almost toppled to the ground but held your stance. That was until the other half of the Maximoff twins decided to join in the hug.

“Guys, I’m wearing a skirt,” you blurted lightly as you hurtled to the ground. Pietro and Wanda laughed as the three of you landed in a dogpile.

“Tony, let you off early,” Natasha noticed as she helped you up from the ground. What was with you and falling today?

Pietro took the opportunity to annoy his sister. He zipped his hand by her ear as he flicked it at lightning speed. Wanda grabbed his hand with a red tendril and made him slap himself. Hard. You laughed as Pietro cursed at her in Romanian.

You dusted your skirt off, “Yeah, he made a deal with me.” Natasha raised her eyebrow at you with her arms crossed. “Tony wanted me to take the day off because I didn’t think he could plan a pool party by Saturday. Actually it was Peter’s idea but-” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

“Peter?” Pietro piped up. “Why does my little sister talk of a ‘Peter’?”

“I’m not your sister, Piet. What I was going to say was-”

“You don’t have a swimsuit,” Natasha guessed with a warm smile.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” you confirmed playing with your manicured hands.

“Say no more. Wanda, we’re taking Y/n shopping in half an hour. Be ready.” And with that Natasha began putting the training equipment away.

“Wait just a moment,” Pietro commented, “who is this ‘Peter’?” He looked around the room at Natasha and Wanda pointedly. “Is this a boy?”

“Yes it is, Pietro. Keep up. Peter’s the new recruit,” Natasha called as she rolled up some of the mats. She nodded at Pietro for him to help her.

“I do not know this new recruit,” Pietro continued.

“Yes, you do,” Wanda corrected, “He is the one in the red suit.” Pietro only looked at her more confused. She muttered something about him being stupid. He stared at you suspiciously. “He calls himself ‘Spiderman’.” She suggested. Pietro’s expression remained blank.

“He’s my age? About yay high?” you gestured. “Messy brown hair, cute brown eyes?” You realized what you said far too late. Natasha and Wanda grinned widely. Pietro’s expression turned serious as he expanded to full height and dropped the mat he was rolling up.

“‘Cute brown eyes’?” Pietro asked. You stood completely still, unsure of how to respond. “I knew it!”

“Uh… Not exactl-”

“You think this boy is ‘cute’?” You stammered for an answer. He looked at Natasha and Wanda who were laughing at his bizarre behavior. He stalked toward you as if you knew. “I would like to meet this Peter. Where is he?”

“Pietro, don’t be stupid,” Wanda called.

“I am not being stupid, Wanda. I want to see the ‘Spiderman’. Have a nice conversation with the boy. See if he is right for you.”

“Pietro, I- I’m not dating him!” you spoke indignantly. You lowered your voice and eyes likewise. “I don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Of course you are not dating anyone. I would have known.” You groaned at his incredulity. He put an arm around your shoulder protectively. “Now tell me about the boy. I want to know who he is.”

“So does the news, Pietro. Come on,” Natasha grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you out of the training room.

“I just want to have a nice conversation with him. That is all,” Pietro hollered after the three of you. “By the way, Y/n, have you done any self-defense training?”

“Pietro! Don’t be stupid.”

“Really quick. It would only be a few minutes.”

“Pietro!”

“What?!”

Shopping was fun, as you had discovered, and you wished you had known sooner. Natasha and Wanda not so inconspicuously teased you about your crush and you swore them to secrecy. You knew Pietro would be unrelenting with his new big brother role.

You got your swimsuit… and some dresses and some shoes and some makeup. What could you say? Shopping was fun.

When Saturday arrived, you were beyond excited. You were excited to relax. You were excited to be with the team in a non work environment. But most of all, you were excited to see Peter again. You got into your swimsuit in record time and, after much personal deliberation, decided to go sans makeup today.

When you rushed downstairs to the kitchen you were surprised to find the team already on the balcony outside eating, laughing, and being regular people. It was refreshing to see the superheroes not have to worry about responsibilities of babysitting the world. Everyone laughed in unison at a particularly funny joke. Sam doubled-over and you caught a glimpse of Peter. Here. Without a shirt. On the balcony. Without a shirt. Oh Lord almighty… Why didn’t anyone tell you this particularly cute geeky superhero was ripped? You ducked behind the island in the kitchen, hoping that he hadn’t seen you.

Tony popped up behind you. You jumped at his sudden appearance, clutching at your hammering heart as you stood up tentatively carefully watching the group.

“Tony, you startled me,” you breathed. He followed your line of vision unbeknownst to you.

“Surprised I pulled it off?” He smugly spoke.

“I am actually,” you responded. “It’s a good day for a pool party, don’t you think?” It was a good day. The sky was clear and the sun shone directly on the balcony. Truly there was not a cloud in the sky. It was perfect. Peter was there too. But that was irrelevant.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” you noticed he was smirking at you. Oh God… You knew that smirk. That was the I’m-up-to-something-and-you’re-not-gonna-know-what-it-is-till-I-actually-do-it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you scolded. A glare spread across your face.

“Like what?” His smirk evolved into a wolfish grin. Oh, he’s up to something. He’s definitely up to something.

“Like you’re planning something,” you accused, “You’re freaking me out!”

“I’m not planning anything! I just find it interesting that you like Mr. Parker.”

“I don’t!” You shouted at him quickly. Too quickly. Your face burned as you turned your eyes to the balcony where Peter was.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Am not!”

“Are to!”

“Am not!”

“Y/n, I’ve known you for how many years now? I think I know when you’re lying to me. You suck at it.”

“I-I’m not lying to you,” you blinked profusely, “Even if I was, I do not suck at lying. I’m really good at it.” You twiddled with your fingers.

“Yeah, sure you are. And Steve hates America and I’m allergic to alcohol.” He crossed his arms over his chest victoriously.

You knew it was futile to keep denying it and just scoffed at him as you scrambled for something to say.

Wanda bounded over to you sensing your distress. Vision watched her with a small smile on his face. She grabbed you by the hand and dragged you outside. If Peter hadn’t seen you before, he definitely saw you now. His jaw dropped when watched you approach the group.

You immediately became self-conscious. Was your hair messed up? Did your swimsuit look weird? Was there something in your teeth? You swore that you had brushed your teeth extra well today.

Everyone welcomed you with a chorus of “hey”s and “what’s up”s but Peter stared with his jaw still dropped. You crossed your arms in an attempt to cover yourself. This was a bad idea. You didn’t know what you were thi-

“Hi,” Peter interrupted your thoughts.

With a small smile you replied, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said again. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Peter, you already said that,” Tony called as he joined the group.

“Right. I knew I already said that. Did you know I already said that? Of course you did. Tony corrected me. I was just saying ‘hi.’ So, hi, how are you today, Y/n,” he rambled. He was still staring at you.

“I’m good,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “how are you?”

The words had hardly left his mouth when he blurted out, “Fantastic! How are you?”

“You already asked her that too, Peter,” Tony piped up.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I was just asking her how she’s doing. Making sure she’s doing ok. Yeah. Which she is. She’s doing good. She looks good.” His eyes went wide at his own words, “That’s not what I meant. I meant that she looks like she feels good.” He cursed at himself. “I mean. She’s doing good,” he blathered with a sideways grin. “Yeah… Cool.”

“Cool, you look good too. Not that you wouldn’t look good. I mean you look like you’re doing good. But that’s not to say you don’t look good. I mean, you always look good. Wait, no. I assume that you always look good- like you do now. That’s weird. I’m sorry,” you clutched at the bridge of your nose, frustrated that you were so flustered. “You’re doing good and that’s good,” you rambled with a sheepish smile.

“I’m glad that you’re both doing good,” Pietro piped up saccharinely. You forgot he was there or the rest of the team for that matter. You and Peter shot your eyes to him. He looked at Peter strangely. Peter shot his eyes to the ground. Pietro looked at you victoriously. You just shook your head at him. You realized in that moment that the group had fallen silent and a majority of them sported a smirk of their own. Pietro, Sam and Bucky all stared at Peter in a strange manner.

“WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR, MORTALS?” Thor thundered, completely oblivious to the situation. He barreled toward the pool and knocked you violently into somebody and you were caught before a mighty splash drenched you and the whole balcony.

The group laughed and you looked to who had stopped you from hitting the ground. Peter… You and him exchanged smiles as he helped you steady yourself.

“This looks familiar,” you commented fondly.

“Yeah, and no new cuts,” he laughed pleasantly with you as he brought his hands from your elbows to your hands. You watched as Peter’s calloused hands lingered on your well-kempt fingers for a few seconds. Water dripped from his hair and was caught by his dark lashes. You felt as if you and Peter were leaning closer and closer.

Pietro shook the cold water out of his hair and glared his light blue eyes at the two of you. You jumped away from Peter and bumped into Wanda who was ringing her hair out. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tingling feeling buzzing through your body.

Sam and Bucky took it upon themselves to be the last ones in the pool.

Pushing in Tony was easiest even through all the cursing. Then they moved onto Clint. With some struggle they got Steve in the water. One by one Sam and Bucky quickly ambushed the team and were even able to get the twins in the water.

Until it was just you and Peter… You and Peter bolted to the other side of the pool. Sam and Bucky locked the two of you in on either side. Sam tried to grab Peter but in one athletic move Peter swung around Sam and kicked him into the water. The team applauded him. Sam did not.

You took Bucky’s brief moment of distraction to try to push him in too. But, alas, trying to move Bucky, as you had learned so many times before, was akin to trying to move a wall. Possible but incredibly difficult.

Bucky lunged at you but you leapt backward into Peter. Peter moved you behind him protectively and acted as a barrier between you and the wall coming towards you. Bucky tried to use both of his arms to propel Peter into the pool but Peter ducked under them quickly and used the momentum to push Bucky into the pool.

You cheered enthusiastically at the victory and the rest of the team laughed along. “My hero,” you feigned swooning. Peter chuckled lowly. An innocent grin made its way onto your features and you stepped closer to Peter. He smiled back completely oblivious to what you were about to do.

“Peter, look out!” Tony called but it was too late. You pushed Peter in. But as he was falling he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you toward him as the two of you fell into the water.

The water was cold but after you got over the initial shock you felt how comfortable the temperature really was. You resurfaced and pushed your hair out of your face.

“So much for ‘my hero’,” Peter joked when he surfaced right next to you. A spark of humor twinkled in his eyes. He pushed the hair out of his face and inadvertently showed off his shoulder muscles. The sun seemed to glisten perfectly on his well-sculpted biceps.

“What can I say,” you shrugged, “survival of the fittest. One point for me. Zero points for Mr. Peter Parker.” You laughed when he gaped at you and his own contagious one joined yours. His pretty brown eyes looked at you endearingly and you flushed pink a little bit.

“Is that a challenge, Ms. Y/n?” he gave you a sideways smile and swam towards you in a mockingly dominating manner.

“And what if it is,” you questioned mimicking his own movements.

Pietro appeared out of the blue right in between the two of you and broke you apart. You gave him a look that he pretended to be oblivious to.

“Let’s play a game,” Pietro suddenly exclaimed keeping a close eye on Peter. What is his deal?!

Natasha called from the other side of the pool, “Let’s play Chicken!”

“CHICKEN? HOW DO YOU MAKE A GAME OF A FLIGHTLESS BIRD,” Thor boomed.

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Pietro offered. “Peter, come here.” He pushed the poor boy far away from you and into the shallow end. You laughed as he made faces at you.

“It is a last man standing type of game.” Thor cheered at the possibility of competition. Pietro continued, “So let us say that I am on top of somebody’s shoulders. It is my responsibility to knock somebody else off of their person’s shoulders. The person supporting me holds me up and allows me to move around the pool. If I fall into the water then my two-person team is out. Like this.”

Pietro quickly attempted to knock Peter off his feet but Peter’s quick reflexes thought otherwise. Peter pushed Pietro and knocked him off his feet. Peter sheepishly pulled Pietro back up to the surface.

“Yes, very good,” Pietro grudgingly patted Peter on the shoulder a little harder than what would be deemed friendly.

“I LIKE THIS GAME,” Thor boomed unnecessarily loud. “LET US PAIR UP AND PREPARE TO BATTLE. MAN OF SPIDER, YOU SHALL FIGHT ATOP MY SHOULDERS.” Thor trudged to Peter, picked him up like doll and placed him on his shoulders.

The rest of the team had seemingly paired up. Natasha was already perched on Clint’s shoulders picking at her nails nonchalantly. Bruce silently climbed out of the pool ready to watch the bloodshed. Sam and Bucky were already arguing about who was going to be on who’s shoulders. Wanda was instructing Vision on how to let her up onto his shoulders. Tony was already being a pain in Rhodes ass. Scott was getting on top of Steve’s shoulders. That left you… and Pietro. You shook your head at him as he approached.

“You’re being a real pain today. You know that right?” you told him as you got on his shoulders. He stood up.

“What are you talking about? I am just being your big brother,” he surmised.

“I am not your sister, Pietro,” you shook your head at him. The second that Sam and Bucky had worked out who was going where, Thor jumped into battle.

He went straight for the first pair next to him which was Tony and Rhodes. With a single swat, Tony was knocked into the pool for the second time today. A string of profanities escaped his mouth again. Sam and Bucky were too busy yelling at each other about the other’s terrible balance and awkwardness to notice Clint sneak over with Natasha who flipped the two soldiers over. Wanda and Vision easily took down Scott and Steve. The former shouted curses as he plummeted into the water and Steve yelled at him about his language.

There were four teams remaining. Thor batted Wanda off of Vision’s shoulders effortlessly as Nat and Clint came after you.

“I got this,” Pietro commented as Natasha assumed a ready position on Clint’s shoulders. Pietro did not “got this” as he assured you he had. You and Natasha had each other’s shoulders grasped in an attempt to throw the other one off balance. You were surprised you were lasting as long as you were. Natasha’s green eyes glinted with competition. You were in a stalemate and began to feel yourself falling backwards.

“Pietro,” you panicked, “you said you got this!”

“I lied,” he called as he strained to keep you upright. Natasha leaning over you and you felt your hair dipping into the water. You were laying on the surface of the sloshing pool water.

Suddenly, Natasha was thrown off of Clint’s shoulders and landed in the water with a loud splash. Oh no… Thor smiled happily at you and you had never been more scared to be thrown into a pool.

Thor didn’t know his own strength so the odds of you being flung across the pool were significantly high. What’s more is that the rest of the team is used to being thrown around so they can take hits from Thor. You however did not want to find out if you could take it.

You threw your hands up and sat completely still, “I surrender!”

“No, Y/n!” Pietro cried.

“Pietro, I do not want to be strewn across the pool, thank you very much,” you retorted.

“We accept your defeat,” Peter victoriously shouted. “One for Ms. Y/n. One for Peter Parker.”

You laughed challengingly, “So it is a competition… I’ll have you know, Peter,” you leaned forward, “I never lose.”

“We’ll have to see about that won’t we,” he inquired. He smiled charmingly and you looked into his cute brown eyes.

Pietro pushed you roughly off of his shoulders and you fell back first into the water. You shoved the hair out of your face and slapped Pietro upside the head when you came up from the water.

“What was that for?” you turned to the silver-haired man. He raised his eyebrows at you curiously.

“What was what for,” he asked playing dumb. You only growled in frustration. He needed to stop this… this ridiculous behavior.

“LET US SPAR AGAIN, WORTHY FRIENDS,” Thor bellowed.

“NO!”

“If I lose, dammit, I’m burning this tower down and you all are joining me in hell,” Clint shouted from his spot on the couch. After a few hours of being outside, the team migrated inside to play a friendly game of Mario Kart. As friendly as a game of Mario Kart could be, you guessed.

Natasha, Clint, Bucky, and Tony were all neck and neck with Natasha barely holding the lead. Bucky was in close second and Clint and Tony were continually switching between third and fourth place.

“I’m being beat by a 75 year old man! How is this possible?”

“Watch it, Barton,” you teased, “you should respect your elders.” Peter laughed joyfully right next to you on the loveseat. You were curled up with your knees to your chest still trying to warm up despite having dried off. Your hair dripped salt water onto the couch.

The screen flashed with the ‘Final Lap’ warning. Clint yelled in panic as his character went down a secret passageway. The number in the top corner of the screen changed from a four to a two. Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“This is bullshit!” Tony exclaimed as his spot in fourth was solidified.

“Better keep up, grandpa,” Clint called chastisingly to Bucky. Bucky snarled in response as he sped forward. Clint zoomed forward leaving Bucky behind. But no avail. Clint placed second.

All eyes were on Natasha as she threw her arms up in victory. Clint threw his controller on the couch in defeat and fell dramatically onto the cushions.

“Tony, where do you keep your matches,” Clint asked flatly.

“In the kitchen.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Barton, because I’m actually going to let you burn down my baby.”

“I want a rematch.”

“Nope,” Natasha jeered.

“Please,” Clint begged. She remained stalwart. “Fine, new players.”

“I want to play,” you volunteered. Natasha passed you her controller.

“Me too,” Peter piped up almost immediately after you. He took Tony’s controller. He flashed you that oh so charming smile that gave you butterflies and a grin crept its way onto your face. Sam picked up Bucky’s controller like it was a weapon in battle and held all the power in the world.

“I’ll race but we need one more,” Sam wagered.

“We can just play with thr-” you began, praying that Pietro wouldn’t be the final racer.

“I’ll play,” Pietro offered. Your prayers had not been answered. He sat himself right in between you and Peter.

The four of you chose your characters and got ready to race. The numbers flashed on the spring. 3.2. You fired up your engine. 1. Go!

You sped forward. During the entirety of the first lap you worked your way from fifth place to third. Peter was just ahead of you in second place. Pietro was right behind you in fourth. Sam was in the lead and getting cocky.

“Don’t pick a fight with the king of Mario Kart,” Sam goaded.

“Wilson, you say that about everything.”

“Shut up, Barnes!”

The race progressed and you knew this final lap was going to be an eventful one. You and Peter both saw Pietro with a red turtle shell and slowed a bit to let him pass. Pietro fired it and Sam exploded into a flurry of curses both digitally and literally.

“No no no no no,” he chanted.

Right as Sam was about to start driving again, Peter fired his green turtle shell. Sam screeched in frustration again as his cart stalled.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed.

“I thought you said you were the king of Mario Kart,” you sarcastically recalled.

“Don’t you get sassy with me!”

He was right on your tail when he finally caught up. You tried to accelerate to put some distance between the two of you but Sam was unrelenting, bumping the back of your cart occasionally, getting cocky again.

“Sam, you leave me no choice,” you dropped your banana peel and watched as Toad fell away from the back of your cart.

“That’s it,” Sam threw the controller behind him haphazardly and left the room. Toad sat completely still in his corner of the screen. Clint picked up the controller, looking scorned, and started driving. You laughed uncontrollably at the top-grade military pilot and elite Avenger team member throwing a fit over his terrible Mario Kart luck. You were laughing so hard that you hadn’t realized you had passed Peter and were gaining on Pietro. As you blinked back your tears of joy you pushed Waluigi, Pietro’s character, right off of the track. You were in first.

“Hey!” Pietro exclaimed. Peter, who had originally been right on his heels, zoomed right past him.

“Sorry, Pietro. Err… Mr. Quicksilver,” Peter apologized.

Pietro had no chance of gaining on you guys in the final lap. Peter and you were continually jockeying for first place but it was you who had crossed the finish line first with Peter close behind you. You and Peter stood up. But where you cheered and danced around in victory, he sighed in defeat. The team applauded the close race.

“This game is rigged,” Sam shouted from the kitchen with a handful of potato chips. “It’s so rigged.”

“It’s not rigged, Wilson. You just suck at it.”

“Barnes, didn’t I tell you to shut up?”

“That’s two for me, Parker. Looks like I’m gonna win.”

“I don’t think so. I never lose,” he stood up matching your stance. You looked up at him from your close proximity and crossed your arms over your chest defiantly.

“And I always win,” you lowered your voice in challenge. Your noses were almost touching and you swallowed harshly. His eyes were gorgeous.

“Food’s ready,” Vision called from the kitchen. Every one of the team members all but ran to the kitchen for homemade burgers. You and Peter were, likewise, pulled from the moment.

It was humorous to see the artificial human wearing a “Kiss the Cook” apron. But Wanda still gave him a peck on the cheek despite Piet’s obvious protests. If AI’s could blush, that was it. You smiled at the sweetness of the gesture.

Peter and you found your way back to the loveseat and sat closer together than you had before. You got a fantastic up-close-and-personal view of his cute brown eyes.

The two of you were in the middle of a light-hearted conversation with a little bit of what you hoped was flirting mixed in. Pietro walked over and wordlessly planted himself right between the two of you on the seat meant for two. You looked at the Sokovian with wide eyes and lips pursed hoping he would get the message. He did. He just wasn’t going to move.

Peter leaned forward in an attempt to reassert eye contact but then Pietro mirrored his movement blocking you from his view and vice-versa. Eventually Peter gave up and the two of you silently picked at your plates while Pietro contentedly shoveled down food.

It seemed like every time you and Peter tried to have a conversation Pietro would suddenly appear. It was like Bloody Mary but with an annoying silver-haired Sokovian who thought he was your older brother. Pietro was seriously being a pain. He only smiled at you with burger stuffed into his mouth while you glared at him.

You looked to Wanda from across the room for help. She nodded in reassurance and put her hand up in a “one second” motion.

“Pietro, I am taking one of your sweatshirts,” Wanda announced as she headed up the stairs to his closet.

“What?” He asked.

“I am taking one of your sweatshirts because I am cold,” she explained. She ran up the stairs.

“No, you are not!” Pietro stood up with his plate and chased her as you heard her throw open his bedroom door.

“Yes, I am!”

They bickered loudly from upstairs and you silently thanked Wanda as you turned to Peter who re-continued as if it hadn’t been interrupted in the first place. You two scooted closer to each other and you curled yourself back up in an attempt to warm yourself.

“So you never told me where you go to school,” he asked with another one of those charming smiles.

“Oh, I don’t,” you answered matter-of-factly. You laughed at his brief moment of shock. “I’m an online student so I can work full-time for Mr. Stark.”

“How long have you been working for him,” he inquired curiously. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter when he cocked his head like a puppy.

“Since the beginning of high school. I worked under Pepper for the first year or so. Then she left and I was certain that Mr. Stark was going to turn me away,” you replied, “But he didn’t… I guess he saw something special. I don’t have a clue what that could have been though…”

“It’s not too hard to see,” he commented, “I mean about that something special. You’re special. I mean you’re smart, well-spoken, hard-working, and beaut-” he stopped himself suddenly, “You’re something special, Y/n.”

Your stomach fluttered and you blushed a little bit. You peered at him from behind your lashes, “Thank you, Peter.” You cleared your throat, “And what about you? You certainly don’t want to hear about my boring life.”

“I do,” Peter remarked, “Not that your life is boring. It’s pretty interesting because you’re an interesting person. Not that you would have been uninteresting. It’s impossible for someone like you to be boring,” he yammered. “You know what, I’m just gonna shut up now.”

You giggled and a shiver went down your spine as a draft meandered its way through the room. You tried to remain discreet about it, not wanting your conversation with Peter to stop. Learning about him was something that you thoroughly enjoyed. But Peter was sharper than the average human.

“Are you cold?” he questioned softly. His eyebrows furrowed above his cute brown eyes. He put his arm on your shoulder concernedly and you halted under his touch. For a moment you forgot that he had actually asked you a question.

“Yeah but it’s no big…” he was up and gone in a flash. “…deal.” You smiled at his chivalry, silently pondering how no girl got here before you did… Unless someone did. Oh no… What if he has a girlfriend? You mentally slapped yourself at your stupidity and your heart sank immediately. Why didn’t you think about this before? How could you be so naive? There’s no way that someone as perfect as he was could be single. You felt almost sick to your stomach.

Peter came back with that charming smile on his face and a dark gray sweatshirt in hand. You were about to deny it when Peter shook his head and pulled you up from your seat. He opened the bottom for you and you didn’t protest. When you put it on, it felt like you had been wrapped in a cloud. It fell to your mid thigh and the inside seemed like pure plush. The sleeves hung well past your fingertips and the fabric hardly brushed your skin. It was wonderfully oversized and you wanted 10 million more of them. Now you knew why Wanda stole all of Pietro’s sweatshirts.

You looked down at the sweatshirt and read the lettering. It was a “Stark Industries” sweatshirt. You looked back up at him to make a joke but found him looking at you already with those gorgeous brown eyes, a serious look behind them. I can’t do this if he has a girlfriend… My heart can’t take it, you thought.

You broke eye contact and sat down with a deep breath. “That was really sweet of you, Peter. Thank you.” He gave you another beguiling sideways smile. You weren’t sure how many more times your heart could take of the incessant fluttering while still remaining healthy. “Your girlfriend is incredibly lucky.”

Please don’t have a girlfriend. Please, Lord, for all the good I’ve done, you thought, let this be a reward. Please. Please. Please.

“Girlfriend?” he parroted, caught off guard. He flushed pink a little bit. “Yeah, I-I guess,” he stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck. I knew it… Your heart panged in a dull manner.

“That is if I had a girlfriend,” he sheepishly smiled. To say you were ecstatic would have been an understatement. You had to literally restrain yourself from standing up, dancing, and screaming.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Hell to the no, it wasn’t. You couldn’t even say that without smiling.

“Yeah. Your boyfriend must a pretty great guy since he has someone as great as you.”

You literally almost choked on your own spit in shock. He thought that you had a boyfriend. Does he know how awkward you are? You laughed out loud at the notion. Peter looked genuinely confused.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Peter,” you giggled. His eyes widened in shock.

“You don’t?” He seemed surprised.

“No, she doesn’t,” Tony materialized behind you for the second time in the day. You and Peter pushed yourselves apart. “We’re making s'mores outside.”

That was strange. The team was already on the balcony in different stages of roasting marshmallows and assembling their desserts.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us?” Peter asked peering up as if he had caught red-handed doing something bad.

“We did,” Tony answered, “You two just didn’t hear us.” Tony smirked at the two of you with that shit-eating grin. “Come on, kiddos!” He patted the two of you on the back and led you outside.

You watched your marshmallow turn to black as it was engulfed by the blue flames. The sugary surface bubbled while the fire worked its way to the other side of the sweet puff. The flames doused themselves as the entire outside of the marshmallow was blackened. You assembled your s'more despite the gagging sounds and disgusted remarks of the other team members.

The marshmallow oozed tantalizingly from the pressure of the graham crackers and the softened chocolate stuck to the marshmallow. Peter slowly turned his marshmallow in the fire waiting for the external of his to turn golden brown.

You took a bite of your fantastically soft s'more. Peter only gaped at you, halting the spinning of his marshmallow. “What kind of monster are you?”

“A monster that looooooves burnt marshmallows,” you pointedly took a bite of your s'more.

He shuddered dramatically, “You are a force to be reckoned with.”

“Indeed, I am. And this force always wins.”

He grinned captivatingly, “I hate to break it to you, Y/n, but that’s going to change.” He scooted toward you, arm extended over the back of the seat.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but would you care to remind me who’s in the lead right now.”

He laughed good-naturedly at your faux jab.

You didn’t know what it was about the way his smile made you smile just as big. Or the way his laugh instantaneously lifted your spirits. Or how his eyes became your new favorite color so quickly. Or how you felt perfectly happy whenever he talked with you or even just sat next to you. Or the way your name sounded like music. Maybe it was the way the firelight hit his face when he had beamed at you but you knew for certain that you didn’t want it to end.

Some time while you were lost in your thoughts Peter had moved even closer to you. His nose and your nose were in near proximity and you harshly gulped down your bite of burnt s'more. You weren’t sure what exactly was stirring in your stomach but you were fairly sure that Peter was the only cure for it. Your eyes flitted between his gorgeous eyes and momentarily jumped to his soft lips.

“Peter,” you whispered. Your lips were millimeters apart. You felt his warm breath fall gently over your face. In your chest, your heart hammered sporadically. Was he about to kiss you? Your eyes closed as his lips slowly neared yours and-

“Peter, your marshmallow’s burning.”

The brunette boy pulled away from you suddenly at Pietro’s warning. Of flipping course…

“Huh?”

“Your marshmallow. It’s burning,” Pietro smugly sucked some stray melted marshmallow off of his thumb.

“No!” Peter cried as he discovered his sugary dessert was, indeed, burnt.

You gave Pietro a death glare like no other. He only chortled quietly with a stupid accomplished look on his face. You shook your head at him and wished you could strangle the silver-haired Sokovian. You were not going to let that superpowered dummy ruin your fun.

Luckily, Natasha had your back. She punched him in the arm and whacked him upside the head without even a glance . Pietro winced in pain and alternated between clutching his arm and his head. Good… Serves him right for being an absolute pest…

You were done wasting your time on Pietro and turned back to Peter who only frowned at his now burnt marshmallow. With a chuckle you plucked the marshmallow from the stick and popped in your mouth.

“You didn’t even let me say goodbye,” Peter looked taken aback by your actions. It mirrored a child that just dropped their ice cream cone.

“Oops,” you offered, mouth still full from the stolen marshmallow.

“You are heartless.”

“Ah, ‘heartless.’ Right below ‘monster’ and ‘force to be reckoned with.’ What’s next on your list of pet names?” you teased.

“Loser,” he replied cheekily.

“In your dreams, Parker,” you fired back putting another marshmallow at the end of your stick.

You didn’t know exactly whose idea it was to watch a horror movie but you knew that you didn’t want to ever do it again.

A series of anticipation build-ups made you have nervousness of your own. And high levels of it. Peter and yourself were sitting together on the same loveseat in the living room. All of a sudden the music got really loud. Your hand jolted across the couch and latched onto Peter’s. You slowly brought your hand back to your lap as his eyes darted to you.

Peter left the room suddenly to get more popcorn and you curled yourself entirely into the blankets. Only your eyes and up remained uncovered by the woven sheet. You couldn’t bear to watch but you had to.

The violins screeching in the surround sound speakers did nothing for your nerves. It didn’t help that the room was dark and the rest of the team was all in front of you, leaving you vulnerable to an attack from behind. What could you say? Being prepared wasn’t a crime… You were paranoid like no other. Your hands shook in anticipation of the jump scare that would happen any second.

Right as the killer kicked the door open, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You screamed out loud and threw the blanket over yourself. Lord take me now! you thought.

Someone’s rich laughter sounded from where you had been bumped. Slowly you peeled back the blanket that was shielding you in its soft protective folds. Everyone knew that a blanket was the best shield. You couldn’t be murdered with a blanket on. It was unheard of.

Peter was shaking in laughter at your fright, bent over the back of the couch. You sheepishly took the popcorn bowl from his hands as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. He haphazardly jumped over the back, still laughing heavily.

“It’s not funny,” you said looking straight ahead.

“Ok, ok,” he tried to calm himself down but when he took a deep breath he started laughing again. “I’m sorry but you should have seen your face.”

You couldn’t help it. Peter’s joy was contagious. You chuckled with him and he gave you a side hug as he eventually calmed down. He fluttered the blanket onto him so that some of it fell on his lap rather than entirely on you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized genuinely, “I shouldn’t have laughed at you.”

“It’s ok,” you replied immediately. “I know that it wasn’t your intent to startle me. Even if you did scare the crap out of me.”

He casually shifted the hug into draping one of his well-built arms over your shoulders and you curled into his side contentedly. The popcorn bowl rested in his lap.

You turned back to the movie, trying not to take notice of his hand drawing idle patterns on your sweatshirt clad arm. His sweatshirt… You blushed at the fact that you were wearing his sweatshirt and he didn’t seem to mind at all. It was calming to have someone there next to you as a teddy bear of sorts when a movie was scaring the living daylights out of you.

Another jump scare made its way into the storyline. This time you turned toward Peter and covered your face as you leaned into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled his knees to himself. The two of you were like a singular being, curled into each other from fear.

Your heart still beat fast from the scare when you began to retract yourself from his chest. You looked up at him to make sure you hadn’t overstepped your bounds. His warm brown eyes only stared back down at you.

“Are you ok,” he whispered softly. Peter’s eyes searched yours for any insecurity. Your heart fluttered pleasantly at his concern.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him. His features relaxed a little bit. You lightly punched his chest and teased him, “Why? Do you need me to hold your hand, Parker?”

Something shifted suddenly. In both of you. You were no longer joking around and neither was Peter. The movie had been forgotten but the two of you didn’t care. All you cared about was the fact that Peter was getting closer. His eyes flickered with a look that reminded you of earlier.

Peter’s rough fingers tucked an unruly strand of baby hair behind your ears. You blinked at him with wide eyes as you wondered what he was going to do next. His face lowered down to yours and your heart hammered in anticipation. You closed your eyes and felt the heat from Peter’s breath on your lips. You moved your face closer to meet Peter in the middle-

“Hey, Peter,” Pietro called. You’ve got to be kidding me. You clenched your eyes shut in exasperation. Crossing your arms over your chest you sank back into your spot on the loveseat. “Would you mind getting me some popcorn? You’re closer to the kitchen and I do not want to block anyone’s view when I get up.”

“Sure thing,” Peter breathed. Peter stood up and grabbed Pietro’s bowl of popcorn before leaving the room with his head hung.

As soon as Peter turned the corner you grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch and chucked it at Pietro. Infuriatingly, he caught it before it hit his face. Stupid Pietro! Why can’t he mind his own business…. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smile off of his stupid face.

“Why did you throw a pillow at me?” he seemed offended but he had that smirk on his face. Pietro knew full well why you were angry.

“You know why. Don’t be a smart alleck,” you turned away from him and faced the screen, not even watching.

“I do not know. Would you care to explain in full detail?”

“Because you did something to warrant a pillow throw.”

“Pietro!” Wanda scolded. “Shut up. We are trying to watch.”

“Fine,” he replied.

Peter returned with the bowl heaped with popcorn. After being thanked by Pietro, he sat down next to you and you returned to your position at Peter’s side.

Pietro watched you like a hawk as you settled in… or rather, he watched Peter. You knew that as long as Pietro was in your midst, you wouldn’t get to have any personal time with Peter. Not if he could help it.

So you decided to idly watch the movie until you could get some time alone. Maybe then he won’t be such a pest…

When the movie finally finished, most of the team went up to their rooms. Tony went to his lab almost immediately and you rolled your eyes at the work you would inevitably have to do the next day.

“Well, I should probably get going,” Peter spoke wistfully. He made no move, however, to get up from his spot on the couch.

“I guess you should,” you agreed. You made no move either to get up. The two of shared a look and fell into a fit of laughter. “Today was fun.”

“It was. I’m glad you had fun while I was winning.”

“You were not winning.”

“I was.”

“Peter, I have 2 points. You have 1. This isn’t golf so I win.”

He flashed a mischievous smile at you. “I have one more trick up my sleeve.”

“Oh do you now?” You crossed your arms over your chest and smirked victoriously at him. There was no way he could pull a Hail Mary.

“Yup,” he stood up and grabbed you by the hand to follow him. Peter led you to near the elevator where his backpack was. “Ok, close your eyes.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah.”

“Why on earth would I close my eyes? You could drop a spider on my head for all I know.”

He smiled at you as if you had just made a joke. “A spider? Really?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “That’s the best I could do! Don’t hold it against me! This could be a prank.”

“It’s not a prank. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You knew he wouldn’t. “Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Ok.” You closed your eyes in full trust of Peter. There was quiet. “You getting it?”

“Oh!” He suddenly realized he was supposed to be getting his mysterious surprise for you. There was a solid one minute of silence from the young boy and rustling as he dug around in his bag.

“Trying to find those two points, Parker?” You joked.

His laugh sounded from directly in front of you. “I think I found them. Put your hands out.”

With a heavy breath you tentatively put your hands out. You were wholeheartedly trusting that Peter wasn’t going to prank you. A cold thin weight landed in your hands and you slowly opened your eyes. It was your tablet but the screen wasn’t cracked anymore. It looked like it was brand new.

“I didn’t give it to Mr. Stark like you asked me to. But that’s only because I felt bad and wanted to make it up to you. I mean, your first impression of me was breaking your tablet. That’s not exactly how I wanted to be remembered.”

Your jaw dropped. You pressed the home button and unlocked the screen. All the same apps, same memos.

“I backed it up and bought you a new one.”

“Peter.”

“I transferred everything on there to the new one… this one.”

You looked him in his gorgeous brown eyes. “Peter.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you would have everything.”

“Peter!”

“Hmm?”

You ran your fingers over the spotless screen. “Peter, this is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for me. You truly did not need to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to though.”

You felt bad now. He spent money on this and you didn’t get him anything. “Why? How much did it cost you? I’ll reimburse you. Every penny.”

“No, no. It’s ok. It’s ok.” He held his hands in front of him, dismissing your offer.

“Why not? It’s the least I could do.”

“Really it’s ok.” He took a deep breath and shook his hands fidgeted.

“But, Peter, this had to cost you something. At least let me pay you back.” Mr. Stark certainly paid you enough to cover the cost.

“No. I insist.”

“Seriously, consider it a gift.”

“

“I did it because I like you!” He blurted.

That shut you up. It definitely did. Your arms fell to your sides limply. What?

“I like you,” he took a breath and stepped closer to you. You were glued to where you stood from the sheer shock of what he said. “I really like you. Like I ‘like’ like you.”

“You do?” you whispered. He liked you. He liked you!!! Oh my God, he liked you.

“Of course I do. You’re so smart and you’re driven. And I love the way you get that glint in your eye when you’re competitive. You’re honest. Your laugh is the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard in my life. And… and,” he took another deep breath, “dear god, you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever met.”

It was at this point in time that you didn’t quite know what was going through your head. But you knew enough to know that Peter liked you and you liked Peter. Without a second thought, you launched yourself forward. Throwing your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his.

You had almost knocked him backwards and Peter was hardly expecting such a response. He wasn’t even sure that he was awake. But that didn’t stop him from savoring the moment. One of his hands knotted in your hair and his other arm wrapped around your back to keep you from falling.

As far as first kisses go, Peter and you each felt as if the other had been a more than adequate partner. The kiss was sweet and heartfelt and slightly urgent. Hell, you were lucky that a certain Sokovian wasn’t present. You weren’t sure what compelled you to kiss Peter but you sure as hell thanked whatever higher power there was that you did.

It only lasted about seven seconds but those seven seconds were the best seven seconds of your life so far. And you knew that it would be hard to top.

You kept your eyes closed as you pulled away. Your hands moved to Peter’s chest and he locked you in with arms around your back. You rested your head between your hands and smiled. You kissed him. And he kissed you. And he liked you and you liked him and he fixed your tablet. Wait. Your tablet.

With a sense of dread, you looked to the hard floor a few steps away. There lay your tablet.

Screen cracked… again. But you didn’t care.

“We have terrible luck with technology.”

“You can say that again,” you remarked. The irony of the situation made you shake your head.

“We have terrible luck with technology.” You laughed as you turned back to face him. His brown eyes watched you mirthfully. There was no doubt that your expression mirrored his.

“Not as bad as your luck with jokes.”

“At least I won.”

“Oh, you won. You won and then some.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a goofy grin with a cute little nose crinkle. You couldn’t help but smile back with a nod. “So, what does the winner get?”

“I don’t know. What does the winner want?”

“Can the winner get another kiss?”

You laughed again. Since when were you this giggly? You leaned forward to kiss him again-

“PETER!!” Uh-oh… You had known it was only a matter of time before Pietro found out. You just didn’t think that your Sokovian big brother wouldn’t find out that soon. His stomping down the stairs were unmistakeable.

“You better go.” You reluctantly removed yourself from his arms and quickly zipped up his bag. He only watched you a sideways smile. “What are you waiting for?” You pushed the bag into his arms and into the open elevator. “Go!”

The doors began to close. Swiftly you stuck your arm in between them. “Wait, your sweatshirt.”

You still had his sweatshirt. He only shook his head at you. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyways. Gotta go.”

A blush crawled up your neck as he zipped forward to place a kiss on your cheek and then on your lips. He saluted you with a wink, his brown eyes crinkled and his matching hair messy. As the doors closed, the elevator light pointing down turned off. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs.

“PETER!” Pietro rounded the corner, skidding on the marble tiles. A shroud of protectiveness and vengeance masked his sharp features. He frantically, spastically pressed the elevator button. You merely waltzed past him. Grabbing your tablet you skipped away. “Don’t think I’m done with you…” He fell into scolding you in a language that you didn’t understand. But you didn’t care.

You waltzed into the lab and handed Tony your cracked tablet. Tony may have berated you but you didn’t hear him. You sauntered up the stairs and closed the door to your room. After performing your rendition of a happy dance, you fell giddily onto your bed and ghosted your fingers over your lips where Peter had kissed you.

That Spiderboy was really something…