#he ain’t Spidey and killing IS on the table!

[age-of-moonknight]

“New Moon,” Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu (Vol. 2/2024), #1.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

@out--of--ordinary Hannah you're a menace and a cheat! But I respect it so here's an unreasonably long excerpt (∩^o^)⊃━☆

Harley has never been tempted by the idea of time travel. Why would he be?

Everyone he cares about is in the here and now and his life is literally perfect. His childhood sucked due to circumstances outside of his control and throughout history there has always been something shitty mucking everything up. Since he can’t fix the bad stuff without potentially making things worse or breaking the universe, why bother going back?

This leaves travel to the future and honestly? He’s good where he’s at. No spoilers. He doesn’t want to skip a thing.

That’s why it’s complete dog shit that he’s the one that gets blasted with unstable temporal waves in Peter and Tony’s morally ambiguous lab experiment gone very very wrong.

*

He wakes up in the hospital. There are wires connecting him to a beeping machine, his wrist is handcuffed to the bed rail, and there’s a cop at his bedside casually reading a Star Wars novel.

Oh, and his head feels like Hulk used it in a round of pickleball against Thor. 12/10 best lab accident he’s been the victim of in at least four months.

He groans and brings his hands to his head. Well, one hand. The other stops short with a clink of metal. He pulls at it.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re awake.” His cop buddy sets aside his book and looks him up and down with a kind expression. “Do you need anything? I can call a nurse.”

“What? No. Where’s Tony? Tell him and Peter to get their asses down here so I can kill them. I’ll be gentle. Promise.”

The kindness falls away and is replaced with a wary consideration. “Is that why you broke into Stark Industries? To kill Tony Stark?”

Harley goggles at him. “What? Dude, I live here.” He gestures at the room, but then takes a good look at it for the first time and confusedly amends, “…there…”

He’s very familiar with the med bay in Stark Industries thanks to a certain sticky someone and this ain’t it. It’s all eggshell and blocky equipment rather than stark white (ha!) with all of the top tech.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Harley,” he mutters.

Why would they take him to the actual hospital? Maybe the med bay is getting renovated again and they decided to capitalize on the change in location for a cool fun joke that he in no way deserves.

“Do you remember what happened, Harley?”

“Yeah. I stepped in the lab and got blasted. Is this a prank?” He rattles the handcuff. “Where the hell is Tony? Tell him he owes me a yacht or I’m going to sic OSHA on his ass. My head is killing me.”

“You’re talking about Tony Stark, right?”

“No, Tony the Tiger. Yes, Tony Stark. You know what? Just give me my phone and I’ll call him myself. Where is it?” He searches the room, cranes around to look at the rolling table beside the heart monitor but finds bupkiss.

“Your possessions are at the station. We can go collect them once you’re discharged.”

His attention snaps back to the cop. “You’re shitting me.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “I’m curious why someone would break into Stark Industries wearing cartoon slippers.”

Cartoon sli—? Ah.

“Those aren’t mine,” he refutes quickly.

“They were on your feet.”

“I— Yeah, they’re my boyfriend’s and he’s possessive over his Spidey merch so it’d be cool if I could have them back.”

It all seems stupid now. There’s a hard and fast rule about close-toed shoes in the lab and he was going to get around it by wearing Peter’s favorite slippers and also maybe give him a slight heart attack. Just a little one. For a couple shits and maybe a few giggles.

Maybe that’s what this is about. It’s comeuppance from Peter, not Tony—although, it wouldn’t take much to get him to gleefully throw resources at Peter’s little prank.

It’s all clicking together now.

“Spidey?” the cop echoes.

Harley pulls an incredulous face at him. He’s not being serious, right? There’s no way an NYC cop hasn’t heard of Spider-Man.

“The friendly neighborhood-shaped crime fighting vigilante? I guess there are a few of them now. The OG red and blue guy, Spider-Man?”

“I guess I’m not up-to-date on my comic books.”

Oh, he’s a comedian.

“Listen, this has been fun but could you tell Tony to cut the crap and get down here with some Ibuprofen? And tell him my feelings are hurt. When Peter lands in the hospital he goes all mother hen but when it’s me he makes me the butt of some elaborate joke.”

He rattles the handcuff pointedly.

“Who’s Peter? You’ve mentioned him a couple times now.”

“The guy who hired you, probably,” he spits bitterly. “He’s Tony’s other intern and my boyfriend. Can we quit the charade now? I want to go home.”

“Ben.” Another officer pokes her head into the room. She casts a curious glance Harley’s way but her attention remains on Harley’s cop buddy.

Ben, apparently.

“Mr. Stark decided not to press charges. We’re being called back to the precinct.”

Harley rolls his eyes. “Jesus, how many people did he rope into this. It’s not even funny.”

Another curious glance his way, then she raps her knuckles on the door frame and says, “Five minutes. I’ll meet you in the cruiser with coffee.”

“Thanks, Shannon.” Ben gets to his feet as his partner leaves. He fits a small key into Harley’s handcuff and releases it first from his arm and then from the bed rail. “It’s your lucky day, Harley.”

He rubs his wrist. “Gee, thanks mister.”

“Officer Parker,” he corrects as he puts the key and the cuffs away in the black pouch beside the ancient flip phone on his hip.

Harley snorts and sits up. “That’s rich. What’s your name for real?” At least now he knows for sure Peter is to blame for this. He basically signed his name on it by hiring Officer Parker.

Officer Ben…

…Parker…

“That’s my name.” He smiles and holds out his hand. “Ben Parker, nice to meet you.”

Harley is frozen, brain whirling through the past five minutes.

The outdated hospital room, the flip phone, Officer Ben Parker. No. No way would Peter make a joke like that. Not with his uncle at the butt of it. No way would Peter or Tony joke about Uncle Ben.

But that means…

That’s when he remembers that the little vanity project Peter and Tony were working on was a time machine. It was an old project Tony started and quit back when he was too perpetually sloshed to see it through or remember why he bothered starting it in the first place. He picked it back up as a side-project because things have been quiet and Peter, ever the sci-fi nerd, was thrilled to help out.

But that can’t… He can’t be…

The heart monitor gives him away. He doesn’t notice the beeping until Ben’s eyes flick to the machine.

Harley rips the electrodes free from his skin and drops them on the floor. The room goes silent, but it’s too late.

Ben is looking at him with a familiar curious intelligence in his eyes.

No, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening.

“What’s your father’s name, son?”

Harley swallows thickly. He feels sick. This can’t be happening. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

“David,” he says after a long beat. He doesn’t give a last name. He hasn’t seen his dad since he was six but it wouldn’t surprise him if he has a rap sheet.

If he’s in the deep hellish water that he thinks he is, then he needs to shut up and shut up fast. He didn’t mention Peter by his full name, did he? He’s pretty sure he didn’t but Ben is looking at him like he can read the truth in his face.

Fuck. He’s fucked.

He doesn’t dare ask for the date but he’s dying to know.

“How long was I out?” he asks instead of anything specific.

“Not long.” Ben hasn’t looked away. “Stark found you unconscious in his personal lab, called us, and I met the ambulance here about three hours ago.”

This is bad. This is so bad.

Ben pulls his chair closer and retakes his place at Harley’s side. “Are you alright?”

Harley sniffs and looks away lest the burning of his eyes gives him away. “Yeah, no I’m fine. I’ll just— Would you mind calling that nurse? I’m ready to go…”

Home?

How, Harley, how? What is he going to do? It’s not like he keeps his wallet on him when he wanders the tower in his pajamas. He has no money, no food—hell, he doesn’t even have shoes. All he has are Peter’s stupid slippers. He’s fucked.

“Listen, I get it. Everybody has a fantasy about being buddy-buddy with someone rich and famous, but if you go back to Stark Industries they might decide to press charges after all. You’ve been very lucky so far. Understand?”

Harley closes his eyes.

Some fucking luck. It wasn’t even his time machine. He doesn’t know anything about it except the random techno-babblings Peter overshared while they were helping the Avengers contain a minor irradiated rodent problem in Greenwich last week. Steve made them move to a private channel when it became clear that Peter was not going to be shutting up any time soon.

If Harley had known then what he suspects now he’d have taken notes.

“I understand,” he says thickly.

Ben’s frown burrows into him. Peter’s Ben. Uncle Ben. Ben who is going to die and, no matter what, Harley has to let him.

This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Do you need help?” Ben asks so softly Harley could cry.

Boy, does he ever, but not from Ben. He needs to stay far far away from Ben.

“I’ll tell you what,” Ben sits up straight, “I’ll get that nurse and if they grant you a clean bill of health I’ll let you hitch along to the station to get your things. How does that sound?”

It sounds like a continuation of a nightmare he didn’t sign up for.

Unfortunately, he's out of options.

“Yeah, alright.”

Five notes and I'll share the beginning of the freak out verse fic I'm writing

[petersasteria]

Part of your world with Arvin? I can just see a cute angsty thing about a crush on someone he thinks is out of his league or something but I’m just excited to see what you do with it!

Oooh thank you for the idea! It’s helping me xx

Part of Your World - Arvin Russell

"𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠"

1.1k words

Arvin wasn’t excited for church. He’s never been excited to pray to the Lord ever since what happened to his dog, Jack. He arrived early with Lenora and his grandma, Emma, and they quickly mingled with some of the people there. Only Emma was talking, of course. She desperately tried to make people like her and it made Arvin tired just by watching.

He was looking around and his eyes landed on you. He’s never seen you before and it was obvious that you weren’t from around there. You were wearing a gorgeous dress that looked expensive and you were wearing one of those laced gloves too and a small purse to go with your choice of outfit. Arvin thought you looked cute and that you didn’t fit in this town. Everyone seemed shady and mean and you were a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air. You were different from everyone and that’s why Arvin was drawn to you.

Lenora caught him staring at you and gave him a light nudge, “Didn’t your mama tell you that staring is rude?” 

Arvin glanced at his sister before turning back to you, “I can’t help it. She’s the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on.”

As the two of them walked to the third row to sit down, Lenora asked, “You ever think about what your daddy thought of your mama when he first met her? I bet he was speechless, don’t you think?”

It was an innocent question, but it was enough for him to think. He didn’t know much about how his parents met, but he knew that his daddy loved his mama so much that he killed himself just to be with her. He would never forget that. After all, who forgets about losing two parents in one day?

“I don’t know, but he loved her that’s for sure.” Arvin gave a short reply and Lenora just shrugged. Emma joined them a minute later and before they knew it, the service started.

Arvin kept seeing you every Sunday and because of you, he was excited to go to church. He even wore decent clothes and he styled his hair longer than usual. He wanted to make a good impression for you and he was hoping that it was working. He knew it was silly, but he felt something every time your eyes would meet his.

It was another Sunday and church had just finished. Arvin, Lenora, and Emma were walking to Arvin’s car when Emma got tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and smiled when she saw your mother.

“Hi, Mrs. Russell!” Your mother greeted politely.

“Please, call me Emma.” Emma smiled. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Your mother shook her head, “Actually, I just wanted to invite your family over for a party. I’ve invited everyone from church.”

“Oh, we’d love to go!” Emma exclaimed. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the occasion?”

“My second child, Y/N, is havin’ a birthday and she said she didn’t invite anyone from school because she was too shy to ask. So, my husband and I decided to invite the folks from church. It’s her 18th birthday and we don’t want her to have no celebration at all.” Your mother explained.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. This is Lenora,” Emma introduced as Lenora smiled and waved. “And this is my grandson, Arvin. He turned 18 just a few days ago.”

“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Arvin smiled at her.

“Oh, my. You’re quite the handsome boy.” Your mother gushed. “I’m sure Y/N would love to have someone of her age as company. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you at the party, alright?” She handed Emma an invitation card and the two of them talked for a bit before going their separate ways.

It was Friday night and the everyone was having fun at your party. People from school were there, people from church and a few of your friends from your hometown in New York.

Arvin and his family just arrived and they were immediately greeted by your mother. “Please make yourselves at home and just eat whatever you want. There’s enough food for everybody.” Your mother said and ushered them to the tables outside. Thankfully, they were seated with Lenora’s friend from school and she got comfortable with the whole place knowing that there’s someone she knew.

The food was delicious, the music was lively, and everyone was having fun. You were a bit overwhelmed and you decided it would be best to stay far away for a few minutes. Without hesitation, you took off in the woods. Arvin saw you run off and immediately ran after you.

You kept running until you reached the other end of the woods; the lake. You caught your breath and sat down. You looked up and saw the moon shining down on you and the stars twinkling. Arvin saw you sitting down and cleared his throat.

You turned around and looked at him, “Oh, um, hello! Did you come from my party?”

“Uh, yeah.” He said nervously. You nodded and said, “Come and sit with me, then.” Arvin did what he was told and both of you sat next to each other in silence.

“Why’d you run off?” Arvin asked as he lit up a cigarette.

“It was getting too much for me. I needed to take a breather. Why’d you run off?” You questioned.

“I saw you and I wanted to follow.” Arvin said. “Shit. That sounded like what a creep would say. I ain’t no creep, I swear. I just saw you running and I figured that I should follow because these woods are tricky and you might not get back and-”

“That’s alright.” You chuckled. “I appreciate your concern...”

“Arvin.”

“I appreciate your concern, Arvin. You know, it’s nice to know your name now. I see you at church every Sunday.” You smiled. “I’ve grown to take a liking to you.”

“Really? I’ve grown to take a liking to you too.” Arvin blushed, something he never did.

You looked at him and smiled. He stared at you and said, “You’re prettier up close.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How about we go on a date?” You asked nicely. You really liked Arvin and he liked you too, but you were way out of his league and that you deserved someone who could provide for you all the time.

“I’d love that, but I’m gonna be honest ‘ere. You’re way out of my league. You got a rich family and I don’t have that. I don’t have anything to offer you and-”

“I don’t care about that.” You shook your head. “Besides, I want to get to know you for you. Trust me, the more you stay away from me, the more I’ll bug you for a date.”

Both of you chuckled. You stayed silent for awhile as you watched Arvin put out his cigarette. He thought about it and said to himself, ‘why not?’ He looked at you and nodded.

“Okay, let’s go on a date. He smiled which caused you to smile too.

* * * *

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[pennamepersona]

Live With You

-All tags can be found on the ao3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15546492 -

I had a dream the other night

About how we only get one life

“Never liked trains much, myself, too slow and the noise, honestly, it’s all so repetitive and sounds way faster than it is, which, salt getting rubbed in the wound, and that’s not even good seasoning!” Wade says, lounging on the top of a couch that isn’t his, in an apartment that isn’t his, in a building that his own apartment isn’t in, in a borough he also doesn’t live in. “And honestly, I should know, I’ve studied cuisine. Mostly by eating a lot of food, but all those impressive civilizations didn’t have to collapse due to idiotic european invaders who didn’t even appreciate most of the spices they were so eager to find in the first place!”

His rambling is only met with brief silence, and then a soft but fierce exclamation of “fuck!” and the sound of wood snapping.

“You aren’t still doing models, are you?” Wade asks, falling off the back of the couch and just barely landing without pain, then walking over to the kitchen table where he’s met with the sad sight of a former assassin glaring down at splinters of wood, the fingers of both hands covered in paint, which actually looks pretty cool on the metal one, admittedly. Still, though.

“Ain’t it gonna be hell getting the paint out of all those cracks?” Wade makes to pick up Bucky’s metal hand, pausing briefly right before contact is made, a pause so small that no one not trained in killing, in the necessity of awareness of each movement, no one who hasn’t lived through battle and war, would notice. Bucky doesn’t flinch, so Wade grabs his hand, flipping it over and gazing at the intricacy of all its parts.

“Y’know, I understand very little about this whole cool metal arm thing, mostly because I don’t care about this shit and this isn’t the kind of science that Spidey-pie usually goes on about, but it seems like getting paint in it would be bad.” He flicks at some of the dried paint on Bucky’s palm.

Bucky’s hand twitches, very slightly, and it seems to be a simple response to touch, but Wade looks at his face all the same. Bucky’s just looking right back at him, his expression almost entirely resignation with the smallest dash of amusement.

“Should I get a loofa?” Wade asks. “Or! I could do the maid thing, everybody loves that. I should have a spare costume - ”

“Steve will clean it later.” Bucky says, his whole being softening at the thought. Wade coos.

“Aw, precious,” He boops Bucky’s nose. “I’ll leave that for some good ol’ fashioned bonding time between you two smitten popsicles, then.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but he looks more amused than annoyed, which is part of the reason Wade hangs out here in the first place.

“For real, though, dude,” Wade says, glancing meaningfully at the pile of broken, mostly painted wood. “Models? Not your style, I’m thinkin’.”

“Steve says it might help with focus,” Bucky says. “Keep my hands busy like I want, without guns.”

“Oh!” Wade cries, which does make Bucky wince, so he lowers his pitch. “You wanna clean guns, don’t you? Take ‘em apart, slip ‘em right back together, all that stuff?”

Bucky pauses, then nods. Wade smacks himself on the forehead, then pulls out a smaller handgun from his side and tosses it down onto the table.

“Don’t know why that didn’t click sooner, honestly,” He says, sliding into one of the chairs and putting his feet on the table. “Go on, it’s been a bit since I cleaned that one. Only brought it ‘cuz Peter-man said low-to-no weapons around the trauma patient, so I had to dig out my littlest babies. You’ve got stuff, right?”

Bucky stares down at the gun, unmoving.

“I shouldn’t.” He says. Wade waits, to see if he’ll elaborate, which doesn’t happen within twenty seconds, so Wade goes on assuming that it won’t happen at all.

“Eh, you’re more comfortable with a weapon in your hand,” He says, waving his own hand as he speaks. “It’s what calmed you down for ages, why stop that now? Not like you’re any more or less likely to kill somebody if you’ve got a gun in hand or just the hand, ya feel? Could murder in cold blood just the same with the hard metal you’ve always got on ya.”

Bucky still doesn’t move, but he does glance at Wade.

“What if I do kill someone with it?” He asks, voice sounding what Wade would classify as both curious and nervous.

“Well, you’ve got the perfect test run right here,” Wade says, gesturing to himself. “Can’t die, pal, you’re not gettin’ a control group like this just anywhere.”

Bucky nods, then, and picks up Wade’s gun.

Nothing at all happens for a brief, charged moment.

Then, Bucky stands up, sets the gun back on the table, and goes to one of the end tables in the living room area, pulls out a drawer, and comes back, carrying cleaning supplies for the weapon.

Wade smiles as Bucky starts to take his gun apart and clean it, allowing for a stretch of silence he thought would be much longer, but then another impossibility happens.

Bucky looks over at him expectantly, and Wade knows that he’s waiting for Wade to start talking again. He still doesn’t look annoyed, hasn’t since the first week or so that Wade knew him, and it’s this moment of two clearly traumatized killing machines comfortably contrasting that lets a tiny knot in Wade’s chest unravel.

“I was wondering, too, if you knew anything about anniversaries,” Wade says, leaning back in his chair, half the legs off the ground. “I’m pretty sure one of mine with my arachnid amore is coming up, and you seem the romantic type. Got any pointers for me, wintogreen?”

“A ring,” Bucky says, a small smile on his face that Wade knows to his bones is mocking.

“Alright, I’ll give, why a ring?” Wade says, narrowing his eyes.

“You talk about him so much, figured you’d be dying to get on down to the courthouse and make your sap nice and legal.” Bucky’s still smiling, and yeah, Wade’s positive that it’s mocking, matches the shithead’s tone perfectly.

“Oh, so now we’re taking cheap shots?” Wade asks, leaning back even further. “Nice to know you’re not even trying, pal.”

“Always used to give my friends shit,” Bucky shrugs. “Why stop now?”

Wade falls backwards with a shout, cracking the back of the chair beneath him, and damn, it’s gonna leave a very small and quickly gone bruise, but even a lasting one would’ve been made up for by Bucky’s laugh.

And I had the week that came from hell

And yes I know that you could tell

Clint’s on what could, very generously, be called sick leave.

He’s not actually off the clock (never is, as an Avenger, which is mildly annoying but so’s most of Clint’s life), but they aren’t sending him on long, high-stakes missions at the moment. He didn’t do anything wrong, didn’t slip up, but he’s been...tired, lately. The higher ups (sometimes he thinks of them as his handlers, but he never really likes thinking that, so he tries not to) have noticed that tiredness, the way it doesn’t affect his physical reactions, but does make him less overall energized during training, during missions, even during what’s basically off time where it’s just him and Nat sparring, which he normally enjoys, but lately…

Well. The last time he got tired like this, he got emotional during a mission. And the last time he got emotional during a mission, actually let himself get invested, he brought Nat in. And that turned out fine (great, actually, in a lot of ways, Clint thinks), but no one wants that to happen again. Well, no one who makes decisions. Clint doesn’t like decisions. He doesn’t love being told what to do, but it’s usually better than thinking about what he’s doing. But when he’s tired, like this, he thinks more, and when he thinks more, he starts looking at what he’s doing, and that just makes things so complicated. He’s been doing all of this too long to overthink it now.

But he’s human, wasn’t tortured or trained or brainwashed or whatever they want to call it, like Nat and Bucky were. Like Wade was, too, and he supposes that last tack on is some part of the reason he’s outside the window of Peter Parker and Wade Wilson’s living room, watching the Winter Soldier and Deadpool play MarioKart.

He’s been keeping an eye on Bucky, while he’s on leave, or whatever, because he might not be close with Cap, might not know Bucky personally, but he appreciates that Cap’s always been trying to do the right thing and that it broke him down a lot when he couldn’t find his best friend (and lover, Clint’s brain helpfully reminds him) and keep him safe. And right off that thought is that Bucky is important to Nat, so maybe he doesn’t actually know Bucky Barnes, but he knows that he’s a worthwhile guy if those two care about him so much. And Bucky’s, like, really traumatized, and Steve tries to give him space, but he worries a lot, talks to Nat about it sometimes, and Clint’s kind of bored now? So he covertly babysits the Winter Soldier.

Definitely not the weirdest thing he’s ever done, but it makes the top ten, which is impressive in a really hard to explain and probably fucked up way.

All of this to explain why he’s watching two guys play MarioKart. Because Deadpool has also been looking after Bucky, but instead of hiding and being, like, stealthy and not dealing with feelings, Wade Wilson just breaks into the apartment that Bucky shares with Steve and talks to him about literally anything in the world.

And it works.

Bucky’s calmer around Wade, more relaxed. He laughs, sometimes, which Clint knows happens with Steve, but not often. He pushes Wade around, doesn’t worry about where his arm is and where weapons are, because Wade does this thing where he just hands a super traumatized former assassin guns and tells him to clean them while Wade chatters on (mostly about Peter, which also makes Bucky kinda smile because it’s hard to hate a guy who’s that in love). Clint may not like thinking too much, but he knows two and two makes four, and that keeping guns away from someone who’s been used to holding them for going on a century isn’t gonna make him less twitchy, and having him get used to feeling them in his hand and not worrying about Suddenly Murder around a guy who literally can’t die is, actually, really fucking smart.

Which could maybe mean that Clint can stop stalking the Winter Soldier and let Deadpool be the cool babysitter. He’s in good hands (Nat would smack him if he said that, but Nat’s version of good hands probably doesn’t actually exist, and also Nat smacks him a lot anyway, so he just assumes it means he might be right and she doesn’t want to say it, which is fine) and Clint’s not actually helping.

But here’s the thing: Clint really wants to play MarioKart.

No one plays stupid games with him much, and he kind of misses it? It happens sometimes, usually when Thor’s around or he’s bribed Nat somehow, but he’s realizing suddenly that he could probably go up to Wade Wilson at almost any time and ask him to play dumb video games and Wade would totally say yes.

And maybe he wants that. To play dumb video games that mean nothing tangible with some fucked up, traumatized dudes who just wanna let loose and be morons for a while because everything just keeps happening all the time and Clint’s fucking tired, and he’d bet his favorite hoodie that Nat stole three years ago and he’s been trying to sneak back for just as long, that those two are too.

So Clint does a stupid thing without thinking and opens the window to goddamn Deadpool’s living room and slides in.

“Hey,” He says. “You guys got another controller?”

You got something I need

In this world full of people, there’s one killing me

“Cap, I get that you’re worried, but why would I know where he is?” Peter asks, fiddling with the door to the apartment, bags weighing down his arms and phone shoved between his ear and shoulder.

“I don’t know, Bucky said something about Wade the other day, so I thought he might know,” Steve says, sounding frustrated. “And it’s impossible to get ahold of him, so I called you.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Peter sighs, kicking the door. “Wade! I know you’re home, you texted me like five minutes ago, open the door!”

The door opens, which is great because that means Peter can rush in and set down the grocery bags, but is also weird because Wade didn’t open it.

“Hey, Cap?” Peter says, shifting the phone so he’s holding it with his hand instead of his shoulder. “Found him. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

He then hangs up before Steve can say anything else and stares at Bucky fucking Barnes, who opened the door to his apartment, where Peter lives, with his boyfriend, who is not Bucky fucking Barnes.

“Spider-babe!” Wade cries, leaping over their couch and crushing Peter in a hug, which he returns much more lightly, still really confused as to what the hell is going on.

“Hey, Peter,” Another voice calls, so Peter looks, and yeah, turns out life can get weirder, because Clint Barton is eating pizza on Peter’s couch.

“Alright,” Peter says. “What the hell?”

“Boy’s night.” Bucky says, which just leaves Peter more confused, so he pushes Wade back to look him in the eyes, and whoa, Wade’s not wearing his mask.

Wade always wears his mask around people. Not around Peter, thank god, and he’s worn Wade down to usually not wearing it to dinners with Aunt May, but that’s about it. There are two people in this apartment who are not Peter or Aunt May, and Peter just got home, so the logical step is that Wade’s been not wearing his mask for a while.

It’s so strange, seeing Wade’s perfectly happy face in their apartment when there’s more than just the two of them. Peter’s not complaining, just confused, but if whatever this is makes Wade more comfortable...well, he’s probably not going to object.

“Really, though,” He says. “What the hell’s going on, Wade?”

“Like he said,” Wade points over his shoulder to Bucky. “Boy’s night. We would’ve invited you, but it’s more like ‘Boys Who Have And Will Probably Continue To Kill People And Are Also Probably Traumatized Or Whatever’ night, so you didn’t quite fit the bill, sugar cheeks.”

“No to sugar cheeks,” Peter says, which makes Wade whine, and then he looks at Bucky. “Cap’s looking for you, dude, might wanna call him. Won’t force you, just thought you should know.”

Bucky’s quiet for a moment, then he nods and goes to grab a small tote bag from the living room and walks out the door with only a small wave to Wade and Clint and Peter’s pretty sure he saw at least one gun in that bag?

“Uh,” He says, squeaking a bit. “Did he have a gun?”

“Little bastard better give it back,” Wade mutters, folding himself against Peter’s back. “Don’t worry, though, baby, he’s just borrowing it. Helps him to get used to being himself again, not some coddled and half-dead trauma patient.”

“He’s right,” Clint says, popping up in front of Peter, mouth still full of pizza. “Thanks for the hospitality, man. Text me, Wade.”

And then Clint’s gone, too, though he leaves through the living room window.

“Um.” Peter says, still not totally sure what’s going on, but really not wanting to stop whatever it is, because he’s almost never seen Clint that comfortable and he’s definitely never seen Bucky express anything but discomfort, anxiety, and dissociative hatred.

“It’s like therapy, but better,” Wade says in his ear, sounding content in a way that Peter’s worked towards for years, and there’s a tiny little prick of what could be a desire for it to only be Peter that makes him this kind of happy, but Peter’s not even remotely interested in indulging that, so he turns around in Wade’s arms and leans against his boyfriend.

“Alright,” He says, simply, giving Wade a quick kiss. “Help me with the groceries.”

Wade does, and it’s a nice little moment of domesticity. It’s probably the unexpected shock to this part of his routine that’s making Peter think, but when he does think for a minute, he realizes that he’s really happy.

He lives with his boyfriend, who is also his best friend, he’s got a Master’s Degree and is considering taking the plunge for his Doctorate, he does freelance science work and research that brings him more joy than he ever thought any job could, he has dinner with his aunt every other weekend, and he’s really, indescribably happy.

He turns to Wade once they’ve finished putting away the groceries and kisses him again, soft and firm.

“I love you,” Peter says, looking right at Wade’s eyes, right into the still-warm contentment there. “A lot. More than I ever knew I was capable of. I’m so happy, Wade, and so much of it is thanks to you.”

He can see Wade’s eyes getting a bit shiny, and when he leans in to kiss him again, Wade’s already meeting him halfway.

“Love you too, Peter.”

And if we only die once

I wanna die with you

It’s strange, Bucky thinks, dropping a shell and slamming into Clint’s kart in a quick maneuver that has both Clint and Wade shouting, to be feeling like this.

He can hear Steve in the kitchen, talking with Natalia about weapons safety for their apartment, can feel Wade’s knee brushing against his leg and Clint’s foot on his shoulder because Clint’s somehow ended up sprawled nearly vertical on the couch and mostly upside down, can see out of the corner of his eye Peter leaning against Wade’s side as he types on his laptop and absently chews on something he has on a necklace.

He knows where all these people are, knows who they are, knows what they’d do if he asked for anything. Knows that, even though this place isn’t his, is Wade and Peter’s, that he’s safe. Knows that he can trust these people with his life, if he needs to, could even trust them with Steve’s.

He crosses the finish line and Wade throws his arms up in the air and Clint groans about how Bucky always plays dirty and he can hear Steve laugh from the kitchen and it’s strange, to be sure, for Bucky to feel like this.

But as he stands up to go get another box of pizza from the kitchen, brushes against Steve as he does, feeling the casual warmth that always comes as Steve loosely pulls him in for a short embrace, a soft press of lips against his own, he also thinks that he wouldn’t mind doing this long enough for it not to be strange.

Clint’s lifting himself onto the table the pizzas are on, sitting cross-legged in front of Natalia and picking each individual mushroom off his pizza and tossing them at her to see if she’ll catch them in her mouth or her hand, and Bucky can see his lack of tension mirrored very directly in her.

Bucky looks back into the living room, Steve’s arm around him, and watches as Wade gently nudges Peter back into awareness and hands him a glass of water that is actually flat sprite, which makes Peter choke slightly and punch Wade’s arm, seeing so easily into the domestic teasing and care that seems to always run so fully through Peter and Wade.

It’s strange, to be so okay, so unworried, but Bucky thinks he likes getting used to it. He leans into Steve, and when his guy drops a kiss onto his head and laughs at Natalia tossing a mushroom back at Clint and hitting him almost perfectly in the middle of his forehead, Bucky smiles and gives himself to permission to do what he’s been trying to do for a while: be happy.

If we only live once

I wanna live with you

[starlight-parkers]

Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Paker Would Include:

*gif belongs to spiderling-parker*

Author’s Notes(s): hey cuties! Someone requested this a while ago and I completely forgot that it was in my drafts. Just a side note requests are closed! See my latest post for more info xx

Summary: You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker, but what happens when your freakily overprotective brother’s find out?

Warning(s): swearing and fluff

Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Parker would include:

so like

we all know that the Wayne’s have been through some tough shit

So y’all are really closely knit

That being said, you have four really overprotective brothers who would do anything to stop you from dating.

PsSh

That never stopped you honey ️

So let’s say, you’ve been dating Peter for around a year.

He’s never been to your house or even met your family bc you know™️ he wouldn’t last a second around your brothers

“(Y/N)? Why haven’t I met your family? Don’t you think it’s kinda weird?”

“Peter honey, if you value your life, you won’t ask questions.”

One day his curiosity gets the best of him and he ends up at your address.

Big mistake™️

Curiosity killed the cat bro

Unfortunately for him, you’re not the one who opens the door.

So smol bby boy peter’s quaking in his boots when short stack Damian appears at the door with a scowl on his face.

“Who the fuck are you?”

*in the distance* “Damian don’t fucking swear”

“JASON GOD DAMMIT, DAMI WHOS AT THE DOOR??”

So then Jason, Dick and Dami are all at the door and poor bby Peter kinda stutters out a response.

“Uh hi, I’m peter. (Y/N)’s boyfriend”

LOLOL

Before anyone knew what was happening Damian’s launching himself at Peter who kinda does his spidey thing and backflips into a tree or some shit

And Jay + Dick who are holding Dami back are kinda like wtf

They accidentally let go of their younger brother who’s basically barking up a tree at your almost sobbing boyfriend

And Tim kinda just walks up to the front door with a coffee in hand

Takes one look at the situation

Sips his coffee

And goes back inside bc a bitch ain’t involved

So that’s how Peter met your family.

Dick Grayson:

the nice brother™️

would probably try to suppress his other protective brother mode

would lowkey be the biggest shipper ever

When dick meets peter it’s probably like:

       - “oh (Y/N) he’s so cute!!”

       - “LoOK at hIM heS adorABle”

Peter doesn’t know whether he should be scared or he should be relieved

Dick totally supervises your dates

Or tries to

He’ll probably be sitting at the back of the cafe you’re in and Peter points him out like

“Uh... M-mr Grayson we can see you”

*face palm*

Probably holds hands with you both after that.

Finds you and peter’s relationship very cute

Sometimes you wonder if he’s the one dating Peter

They’re always on ‘friend dates’

Probably been on more dates with Peter than you have

“Dick buddy, I’m gonna need my boyfriend back”

“You can’t separate us sis, this is true love”

Jason Todd:

the cool brother™️

probably gives the “if you hurt her, I’ll find you talk”

He’ll like, take Peter to his weapons room or something and be like “see this baby here, she’s my favourite. First time I shot right through some guy’s skull”

And you’re just there with rolling eyes like “oh my god Jason”

And poor Peter would be so shook™️

But you’d be all cute holding hands and brushing your fingers over his knuckles to calm him

Jay would gag

You’d get to a particular weapon and Petey would point to it “Natasha has that”

“Natasha as in, the, blackwidow?”

And Peter would look at you with a confused gaze and you’d shrug as he nodded to Jason

Jason would scream™️

Blackwidow fanboy at your service fam

He’d go on regular trips to see the  avengers  with Peter just to meet Natasha

Would probably cry

He’s really chill after that tbh

Would probably regularly take you and Peter for ice cream

Does not enjoy watching you guys suck face

Pretends to throw up most of the time

“If you guys kiss in front of me one more time I’ll probably die for the second time”

Tim Drake:

The fanboy brother™️

I feel like Tim probably knew you were dating someone he just didn’t know that it was the sPidErMaN

Probably did a whole background check on Peter before he even got to the front door.

He’d be the only brother who’s actually nervous to meet your boyfriend

So before pete even opens his mouth, Tim’s just spewing information about him like

“Peter Benjamin Parker. Age 16”

“Born July 1st, favourite colour blue and -“

“Tim... Tim you’re scaring him”

“Right sorry”

You’d leave for like a brief second to grab a drink and when you come back they’re both nerding out over tech

It’s actually adorable seeing both of your boys getting excited over Peter’s webshooters and stuff

You totally don’t take pictures

On the nights you’d have dates Peter would show up like two hours early just to sit with Tim and talk about Wayne and Tony’s tech

Call it a gossip circle if you will

“Oh hi Petey! I wasn’t expecting you for a little while-“

“Yeah, I’m here to see Tim?”

-_-

Like Jay, I don’t think he’d appreciate you guys’ PDA

he’d probably be fine with it after a few shots of espresso

Damian Wayne:

The intimidating brother™️

First of all, let’s get this straight.

He won’t admit it, but Dami adores you. He loves you more than anything.

As his older sister, you’ve always been there to protect him. You made him feel at home.

So in his mind, Damian basically lives to protect you. He views you as the only pure thing in this world and would do anything to preserve that.

You’ve had your heart broken before and Dami hated to see you go through such a heartbreak

So forgive him for being a little overprotective

Hahaha

Did I say little? I meant a lot

When he first meets Peter, shit hits the fan.

He just doesn’t like the way Peter holds your hand so confidently and tbh he really wants to rip it off.

He does everything he can to deter Peter from dating you but for some reason it’s not working

But he can tell he’s wearing away at Peter

Then one day your boyfriend asks to spar with dami

And you, Tim, Dick and Jay all share a look

So both boys start getting ready to spar and Dami takes it a little more seriously

Peter’s reflexes are much quicker though, since he’s spidey and all so that pisses your younger brother off

so he starts getting angry

Suddenly, it’s not sparing anymore and instead it’s literally peter fending for his life as Damian tries to kill him.

So you scream.

And everyone drops everything and you kinda run off with Peter hot on your heels.

You completely shut down on both of them bc two ppl you really cared about almost hurt each other

Peter shows up at the Manor one day, looking for Dami who almost slams the door shut when he sees your boyfriend

And he’s like “look, I don’t know why you hate me but you mean so much to (Y/N) and I know how much it would mean to her if we got a long, she speaks so highly of you and I just- I want to get to know you.”

And Damian’s like shit, because he doesn’t hate Peter, he never did. He was just scared of losing you to heartbreak again.

“I didn’t hate you, in fact I find you quite um” *struggles to say the word likeable*

“Likeable?”

“No that’s too strong a word”

And Peter just smiled bc even though he won’t admit it, he knows that Damian doesn’t mind him.

Extras:

Never being allowed to go up to your room alone

one of your brothers are always watching.

Always.

The boys will literally freak out if Peter has even onE tiny bruise. They always think it’s a hicky.

“wHaTs wRonG witH yoU (Y/N)??”

“What did I do?”

“I can’t believe you, tainting Peter’s innocence like that”

“OH MY GOD JAY THE BRUISE IS ON HIS LEG HE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS”

At least one of your brothers third wheeling on dates

It’s mostly Dick

They’ll literally hold hands with you guys and sit at the table at restaurants

When you go to the cinema they all wanna sit next to Peter bc apparently you talk too much during movies

The boys waiting outside of school for flash when they find out he’s been bothering Peter

Everyone hanging out in the bat cave to talk about “manly things” when really they’re just gossiping about girls

You totally don’t try and spy on these

It totally doesn’t work rIP

Your brothers have a mental break down when you and Peter get into a fight

They act like you guys are divorced parents

Will do anything in their power to get you back together again

You probably already have tbh

You just like watching them freak out over you guys

Overall you all have a really good relationship

Peter is the first boy you’ve ever loved

And you’re really happy that your brothers like him. It means a lot.

[letspretendiknowwhatshappening]

uhhh hi its that alpha!nat&bucky and omega!tony anon. anyway i just love the idea of a blushy and flustered tony and his tough exterior but super soft on the inside alphas. (btw i love that fic thing that you wrote about dum-e the cat and winterironwidow it was super cute) :)

Hello! I’m glad you liked my fic, and thanks for the great prompt! I loved the idea so much that I wrote a bunch of words that I hope make sense, since I haven’t had much practice writing a/b/o, and I hope you enjoy!

Tony stares down at the bouquet,eyes incredibly wide and a hot blush crawling up his neck and into his facewith the intensity that Pepper holds when playing monopoly against Rhodey – theintensity of a person working desperately not to die, since Rhodey is, by allintents and purposes, the master of monopoly.

The bouquet is beautiful, full of whitelilies, all of which shouldn’t be in bloom right now, making it an even bettertreat to look at, and the stems are tied together with a silver ribbon curledto perfection. He looks up from the petals and into Natasha’s face and takes adeep whiff of the scent of a very pleased alpha.

He had been working on Clint’sarrows, since Clint decided that he was going to see just how many arrows Petercould catch with his “spidey-senses” and managed to coat every single arrow inPeter’s webs before they were discovered, when Natasha arrived, making justenough noise to alert him politely, with the bouquet held in her manicuredhands.

She stares back at him, a smallsmile on her face, and says, “I heard they were your favourites.”

“I – they are, thank you,” hereplies, choosing to sniff the flowers in an attempt to hide his horrendousblushing, “How’d you hear that?”

“I have ways.”

“Of course you do. Do they involveinterrogating Rhodey on the ‘mushy’ stuff that he swore he wouldn’t getinvolved in?”

She leans against his workshoptable, one hip cocked, showing off the holster that Jan designed, and says,“Maybe, maybe we’re just very observant and saw how you looked at the flowersin the park before it got destroyed by Hammer’s crappy robots.”

“They are crappy!” Tony agrees, instead of focusing on the warmth growingin his chest at her explanation and the fire that is his once nice complexion.“They looked like they were designed by a drunk toddler, and I think one ofthem was made out of spare vacuum cleaner parts, too.”

“Nothing like your kids,” Natashareplies, glancing over to DUM-E and giving him a smile. DUM-E moves his arm upand down, agreeing, and the interaction makes Tony preen at having his alpha’sapproval. His heart melts, too, when Natasha waves to DUM-E and the bot wavesback.

“Plus,” Natasha shrugs, her smilegrowing as her eyes dart around his face and take in the blush, “You alwayssmell happier with flowers around.”

“I do? I thought I just smelledlike cinnamon and soot, from what Clint said.”

“Clint once fell headfirst into adumpster after tripping over his own shoelaces, so I’d take his words with agrain of salt.” She pushes off the table and leans in close, brushing a soft,barely-there kiss on his cheek, and murmurs in his ear, making him wish that heset the air-conditioning on high before she walked in, “You smell like sunshinewhen you’re happy.”

Natasha reaches out, running herhand down his hair and neck, pressing her wrist to his neck, then smiles evenwider, and adds, “Now I do too.”

She does, actually. Both she andBucky have started to hold his scent like how he holds theirs, but with moreintensity than other bonded couples and groups. Before he has the chance todissect her comment, she smiles at him, looking far too devious, and startstoward the door.

“Wait!” Tony calls after her, andshe pauses, glancing back. He jumps up and walks over, carrying the flowerscarefully, then leans down – because he istaller than someone, thank you very much– and kisses Natasha’s cheek and says, “Thanks, Tasha. I love them.”

Her eyes are bright when he pullsback, and she grins again, overflowing with smugness, then winks at him andwalks away, a certain swagger in her steps and her scent.

 His blushing continues, to hiscomplexion’s displeasure, the next day, when he walks into the kitchen in the morning.Sam sits at the table, bent over a notebook and oddly silent, seeing as howBucky stands at the sink, wearing a frilly apron with lace around the edges andlilac lettering that daintily spells out “No Bitchn’ in This Kitchen”. Normally,Sam would be annoying the hell out of Bucky for wearing it, and just for beingnear him, and Bucky would be giving back as good as he got, so Tony is a littlemiffed over the silence.

Bucky glances over when Tonyenters, and his usually blank face lights up, a change that only occurs whenNatasha and Tony are around, or when something embarrassing happens to Sam. Hesteps away from the sink and reaches out, brushing a hand against Tony’s neckand leaving traces of a familiar scent.

Tony smiles, ducking his head, andBucky leans down. He turns his head up, but Bucky leaves a kiss on his foreheadinstead. Tony pouts, pretending he doesn’t have the beginnings of an obviousblush, and Bucky simply laughs, running a hand through Tony’s hair.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“I swear, you guys only do thisstuff to make me blush.’

“S’cause you blush so prettily, yaknow. You’ve got a cute smile, too.”

Warmth uncurls in his chest, buthe raises his nose to the air and says, “Stop that – stop that right now. I can’t have people seeing meas a mushy romantic – I am an avenger, a CEO, and an amazing person, and I willbe respected as such, and so will you.”

“Debatable,” Sam mutters, rippingout a sheet of paper and crumpling it up. He tosses it into the trash can andrestarts, scribbling furiously on the paper, continually glancing up to stareat the mug in front of him.

At the silence following hiscomment, Sam looks up and glances between them, taking in Bucky’s warning lookand the slight hurt on Tony’s face, then backtracks, adding, quickly, “Irespect you, Tony, always have andalways will, but not the cyborg hobo who still hasn’t learned what a haircut is.”

“Strong words for someonestruggling to sketch out a mug,” Bucky drawls, gently taking Tony’s hand in hismetal one and leading him to the table. He pulls a chair out and stands behindit, waiting for Tony, who huffs a breath and takes the seat, hoping that Samshows enough kindness to not mention how red his face is.

“Strong reply for someonestruggling to make pancakes without burning them,” Sam responds, frowning downat his paper.

“They ain’t burnt – they’reperfect!” Bucky grabs a plate off the counter and plops it down in front ofTony, revealing correctly cooked, if somewhat browner than usual, pancakes.

“Right?” He asks Tony, fidgetingslightly as his hands worry the edges of the apron.

Tony nods immediately and isrewarded with a bright smile and, finally, a kiss on the lips. Sam gags, towhich Bucky flips him off. He gathers up his papers and pencil, muttering,“I’ll get out before you two flood the place with even more of your grossscents.”

“Not gross!” Bucky calls afterhim, “You’re just jealous!”

Sam flips him off as he leaves theroom, the door swinging shut after him. Bucky pulls out the chair next to Tonyand sits down, wrapping an arm around Tony’s waist and holding him close. Hewaits, patiently, as Tony cuts off a piece and tastes it.

It tastes great, surprisingly,since Bucky hasn’t had much practice, and the omega part in the back of hismind preens at having a mate provide for him, even though they live in a timein which killing, hunting, and preparing food isn’t commonplace anymore.

“Well?” Bucky asks, shyer thanbefore.

“It’s great!” Tony says, andBucky’s face breaks out into a warm, blindingly bright smile.

 “Need any help, Peter?” Tony asks,after Peter lets out another disheartened, somewhat theatrical sigh.

“Hmm?” Peter glances up, a crayontucked behind his ear and some of the waxy colour pressed into his cheek, adifficult act to achieve. He shrugs, looking back to his schematics, and says,cautiously, “I’m good, just, uh, drawing some stuff, I guess.”

“With crayons?”

“Helps me differentiate betweenthe parts, and, uh, stuff – listen, Mr. Stark – Tony, Mr. Tony-”

“-Just Tony-”

“Tony,” Peter corrects himself,and he glances around the room quickly, scanning the entrances, vents, andwindows with the intensity usually held on the field. He leans in close, andasks, softly, “Are you, you know, uh, happy, with, uh, you know…”

“I really don’t. Some extra nounsand verbs would be helpful, bud.”

“You know…” Peter gestures towardTony, then outside the room, “With Natasha and Bucky and, you know,” Peter’sface heats up in embarrassment, making Tony cheer internally that someone elsehas just a hard of a time at hiding emotions like that, “The relationship and,their – their faces.”

“Their… faces. Listen, Petey-Pie,I’ll be honest here, I’m worried for you. Do you need to get your eyes checked?Because Tasha and Bucky are both incredibly attractive, and it’s not just theirfaces-”

“No!” Peter interrupts, waving hishands to try and cut Tony off, “No, not that, not that at all!”

Tony grins, but quiets down as thesmallest bit of the smell of wariness, a sharp-tinged scent, reaches his nose.He shuffles closer to Peter and says, “What do you mean, then?”

“Just, you know, you’re – you’reyou, and you’re nice and warm and, you know, kind. And, they’re both just…really intimidating and, just, tough,”Peter finishes, lamely. “Are they nice to you?”

Tony pauses for a moment,completely blindsided. He expected something about fraternizing hindering theteam, possible breakups ruining the dynamic, maybe something about the relationship set-up with two alphas andone omega, but he didn’t really expect that since Peter acts a lot kinder andsofter than other teenage alphas, but Tony didn’t expect this. He especially didn’t expect the way Peter sets his jaw, as ifhe’s two seconds from running off to fight Natasha and Bucky at the firstinstance of them not treating Tony right. In all honesty, it warms his heartand makes the back of his head cheer about the close-knit nature of the pack.

Instead of voicing any of thosethoughts, Tony nods, smiles helplessly, and says, “They’re amazing to me. I couldn’tbe happier.”

Peter stares into his face for amoment, then nods. He turns back to his schematics and takes Tony’s help,making the problem simplify faster than it would without his help, untilelevator door opens up and a pair of people enter the floor. Tony sits up andfinds Bucky and Natasha walking into the room, hand-in-hand, and smiles whenthey catch sight of him and smile back.

Natasha slows down as she surveysthe room, glancing between Tony and Peter, and asks, casually yet cautious, “Sowhat’s up, guys?”

“Nothing much, right Peter?” Tonyasks, bumping his shoulder into Peter’s.

“Nothing,” Peter agrees.

“See? The spider genius says so,so it must be true.”

“He’s just staying on his toescause of the lecture you gave him and Clint about the arrows,” Bucky comments.

Peter shoots Bucky a look ofabsolute betrayal, still stinging from Tony’s earlier disapproval. He gathersup his crayons and paper, accepts a quick side-hug from Tony, and leaves theroom, muttering something about fridge magnets – something Tony willinvestigate later with more focus – much, much later, based on how Natashaplops down next to him and runs a hand through his hair while Bucky sits on hisother side and wraps an arm around him.

“You made Peter sad,” Tony says,refusing to be distracted despite Natasha’s best efforts.

“I’ll apologize later,” Buckypromises, pressing himself even closer to them, somehow wrapping his armsaround both Tony and Natasha.

Tony rolls his eyes at the obviousdistraction, but leans into the embrace and Natasha’s hand, and wonders howPeter even got the idea that they weren’t kind to him.

[zpidey-sense]

hovering piece of chocolate cake [Peter Parker x Stark!reader]

Pairing: Stark!reader x Peter Parker

Description: Peter Parker feels that Y/N Stark hates him and he doesn’t even know why. After a little incident in the kitchen, involving a piece of chocolate cake hovering in the air, they discover they have a whole lot more in common than they initially thought they did.

Words: 3.502, whoops that’s a lot!

Warnings: not really, maybe some bad words? Curses? Some angst tbh and like fluff! Also my mother language ain’t English but it’s pretty good idk, but still idk sorry if i make some mistakes

Tags: I cannot bellieve I have tags bye  @rileywrites-parker 

Note: I LOVE STARK!AU soooooo much, I absolutely love it. That’s why I decided to make this, also I feel it’s inclusive, (I really hope it’s inclusive) because I decided to make the pronouns of the reader they/them instead of she/her or just he/him, them is for everyone and I feel this fandom needs more imagines like this. Also this is the first thing Peter Parker related that I ever publish, so regardless to say, just fucking enjoy!! 

Also, here is my masterlist! If you’re interested

‘’Great job, son… Parker… eh Peter. You did even better than me’’, Tony lets out with a big smile on his face, walking towards me and taking off his glasses while he talked. I just smiled back at him and looked up at the lab door, finding them standing there while holding something I couldn’t see that good.

I straighten my clothes while looking at them and after some seconds I inevitably smile softly, feeling how my cheeks started to feel warmer after Tony patted my back on a proud way. He then started to say something about how happy he was I could fix the problem in the new suit but I didn’t quite listen to him because all I could see was them rolling their eyes at me and then leaving the lab on a quiet way, Tony didn’t even notice that they were there, but I did and my smile was no longer there.

‘‘Kid!’‘ Tony called me after I kept looking at the door even though they weren’t there anymore, my spidey senses tingling right away when he threw me a bottle of water that I caught smoothly. ‘‘I think we’re done for today, it’s late and you should be heading home.’‘

‘‘If not Aunt May could kill you’‘ I said at the same time as he did, making him smile a bit. ‘‘Don’t worry Mr. Stark, I’ll be going home now. See you tomorrow!’‘

‘‘See you tomorrow spiderling’‘, I just smiled at my nickname because at this point I was used to it. ‘‘Oh, and by the way Parker, if you’re hungry you can pick anything from the kitchen… well not anything, that piece of chocolate cake is mine and if I don’t see it later you’ll be in trouble’‘, Tony added while taking some tools and starting to work in something again.

‘‘Alright, thanks Mr. Stark!’‘, I said taking my backpack and my phone from the table, but at this point he wasn’t listening anymore so I just smiled a bit and left the lab, walking down the empty hallways.

This side of The New Avengers facility was completely deserted at this time, me being apparently the only person in that alley meanwhile low faints of noise came from the lab, from Tony’s work of course. So I took my phone from my pocket and saw the hour, I noticed that it was actually really late and that I hadn’t eat anything since I left school. Which was some hours ago now.

I changed directions, almost falling from the sudden change in my pace and just started to walk directly to the kitchen, while being distracted with my phone as Ned sent me a new meme he found on Twitter. Making me laugh at the same time I entered the kitchen, pushing the door with my back and instantly regretting it.

Some seconds later I didn’t feel the door against my back anymore, but instead I felt another body colliding against mine, simultaneously hearing something hitting the floor and something else getting activated, making a soft and kind of familiar sound.

‘‘Damn it, Parker watch out!’‘, I heard Y/N’s voice come out on an annoyed tone and I instantly turned around to see them standing there, my cheeks starting to feel warmer again. Their eyebrows were a bit furrowed and their eyes weren’t even near paying attention to me.

‘‘I-I’m so, so, s-so freaking sorry’‘ I said with a nervous voice, feeling how the palms of my hands started to sweat. Jesus Christ, just their presence in the same room was enough to make me feel nervous, and when they talked directly to me it was even worse. ‘‘Let me help you!’‘, I said at the same time I looked down at them, they were wearing a glove similar to Iron Man’s gloves.

They were similar, yet slightly different. The gloves were on and they seemed to let out a glow, well actually a ray that was... well, it was hovering a piece of chocolate cake and some pieces of  broken plate in the middle of the air.

‘‘Wow, what’s that? That is so cool, dude!’‘, I said on a really high tone not hiding my excitement at all and getting closer to it. The glow of the ray was a bright purple and you could see the little crumbles of the cake hovering in the purple space as well. I could actually feel the electric field around it.

‘‘That’s none of your business, Parker’‘ Y/N said again, making me look at their face again and noticing they were as red as I was. I just couldn’t help to smile while I kept looking at them, admiring every single detail of their face. ‘‘God, stop looking at me like that! Please hand me a new plate so I can put this down’‘ they said reminding me of the hovering cake, and also reminding me of their dad.

‘‘Alright… Stark’‘ I whispered their last name and saw them kinda smiling, making me smile as I walked to the cabinet. I never saw them smile at any of my comments, or smile at me in general. Like... ever.

I opened the cabinet and then walked to them, giving them the plate and they instantly placing the cake on top of it while I was still holding it, they turned off the device when the cake was back to safety and when they did it made a weird sound, making me giggle because it sounded dumb.

‘‘What?’‘, they asked looking at me with a straight face, as usual. No smile, no emotion, just a straight face… even the small blush disappeared from their cheeks. If I was honest they always made me feel weird, besides being nervous at their presence they always made me feel self-conscious about the things I did or said, because I never wanted to annoy them.

Even though they always seemed to be annoyed at my presence, that’s how I knew they hated me, because I was so sure they did and I really didn’t know why. And also, I really wanted them to like me.

I-I mean not like me like me, but like… like me, I guess. Because I didn’t like them! I mean yes of course I liked them, but not in that way!

‘’God Parker, don’t look at me like that’’, they said rolling their eyes again and sighing.

‘‘I-I… I wasn’t looking at you in any especial way, actually I wasn’t looking at you at all. I mean wh-why would I? I wasn’t!’’, their look on me was intimidating me, so I just looked down at the plate and that’s when I noticed our hands were touching, actually their hand was on top of mine.

In that exact moment they noticed as well and we did the same motion, we put our hands away making the plate fall again. Luckily this time it didn’t even touch the floor, because I just caught it with my hand again. Thanks god for my spidey senses.

The piece of cake fell in the plate and I looked at it, remembering what Tony said some minutes ago, so I looked back at them and smiled a bit, at which I just received a small and weird grimace. Not a smile, but it wasn’t trying to be a smile neither... so just a something... but hey! At least it was something.

‘‘Thanks Parker’‘, they said taking the plate immediately and placing it on the table behind me. Turning around and now starting to take the pieces of the broken plate.

‘‘No, no… please let me do it’‘ I said while getting on my knees as well and just starting to clean it.

‘‘Parker, please don’t… you’ll end up cutting yourself’‘.

‘‘And you’ll cut yourself too!’‘ I said being a bit faster than them, ‘‘your dad wouldn’t let me breath the same air as you if he knows I let you do this while I could have done it in the first place’‘.

‘‘Come on Parker, as if I like to be in the same room as you when you’re with my dad’‘ they said, with a hint of vulnerability on their voice. I couldn’t help but feel weird again. Almost sad, they were admitting they didn’t even like to be on the same room as me.

‘‘Y-You should!’‘, I said looking at them with a little smile. ‘‘Especially in the lab, you made that thing? If you did you would have loads of fun!’‘ I said pointing at their glove, making them kinda hide it. ‘‘It’s amazing, your dad would love it!’‘.

‘‘Oh please Parker, my dad doesn’t even pay me attention when you’re around’‘, they said on a tired and kind of hurt voice.

‘‘That’s not true!’‘, I said immediately, when I was with Tony he always talked about how clever and great Y/N were. Even at how he wished they join us in the lab.

‘‘Yes it is!’‘, they said leaving the pieces of broken plate in the floor and looking at me with a bit of rage.

‘‘Y/N, it isn’t!’‘

‘‘Of course it is! Earlier today I tried to show this to my dad, he said he couldn’t talk because you were coming to try and solve a problem. I told him I could try and help him instead of you, but he didn’t let me and just made me leave the lab’‘, they said taking all the pieces again, even the ones in my hands and getting up. ‘‘Then I waited and waited because I wanted to show him this, so I walked to the lab again and saw him there treating you like the child he never had and…’‘ they just shut up and turned around, throwing the pieces in the garbage and then taking the plate with the cake again.

‘‘Have a good night, Parker’‘, they said not even with rage anymore. Just tired and even a bit disappointed.

I got up from the floor a bit shocked for all the things they just let out at me and before they could leave the kitchen I just let out on a whisper ‘‘so that’s the reason why you hate me, huh’‘.

So they immediately turned around and looked at me again, making me feel totally intimidated by them... but not like always, this time it felt a bit different. After some seconds they just said no while moving their head.

‘‘Peter, I don’t hate you’‘

‘‘You called me Peter!’‘, that was the only thing I could say, letting out the biggest smile ever.

‘‘Well that’s your name, how am I supposed to call you?’‘ they said raising an eyebrow and trying not to smile, but still with the faint of a little smile in their lips.

‘‘You have always called me Parker’‘ I said smiling still, feeling nervous now.

‘‘Well Parker, lemme break you the news... I don’t hate you’‘, they said again, now smiling for real.

And to be honest, it was the most beautiful smile ever.

‘‘Can you go back to Peter?’‘

‘‘Jesus Christ, you’re going to make me hate you if you make me say that again’‘ they said while still smiling and then giggled.

They giggled! They giggled because of me… damn.

‘‘But wait… you don’t hate me?’‘ I asked confused, furrowing my eyebrows and walking some steps back when I saw them walking towards me again. I had to admit I was still a bit intimidated by them.

I mean it was Y/N Stark, the Stark was really noticeable on them, even more than in Tony. Even though Tony was pretty intimidating himself, so yeah.

‘‘Of course I don’t, Pet’‘, they said putting the plate in the table again, ‘‘I actually think you’re… pretty cool’‘.

Pet! Cool!

I think I’m going to have a stroke right now, was this happening for real? For fucking real?

Fuck.

‘‘Then why you… why you always ignore me or roll your eyes at me, or just… seem annoyed when I’m around?’‘ I asked not getting it.

‘‘Ugh…’‘ they rolled their eyes again, making me smile. They looked good doing that, I’ve always liked it, secretly though. ‘‘I can’t believe I’m telling you this... Ugh… Peter I’m jealous of you!’‘

WHAT?!

‘‘What?’‘ I let out almost surprised, looking at them pretty much really confused.

‘‘Yeah!’‘

‘‘Wha-... wait, what?! Explain!’‘, I said almost freaking out. Mostly because what? and also because this was the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

‘‘Peter... God I never thought I would be explaining this to you’’, they said most to their selves than for me. ‘’Tony… I mean my dad is always talking about you on this kind of way that makes me feel he wants to adopt you just because of how great you are’‘, they said making me blush. ‘‘And I agree, you’re amazing Peter, you’re super intelligent and just… I think you’re everything my dad would really want in a son, something I don’t even have, something I could never be…’‘

‘‘But… but how?’‘ I asked looking at them and feeling guilty, I never thought they would be feeling this way. I never thought Tony talked about me this way!

‘‘Just like that!’‘ they said before I could talk. ‘‘I couldn’t see you, I couldn’t stand you because I am really jealous… well also, you were always around when my dad was, and it made me even more jealous’‘.

‘‘But Tony loves you, Y/N!’‘ I reassured them.

‘‘Yes, I know my dad loves me. And he loves me so much, sometimes I need a break… but he never says anything about my gadgets’‘ they said activating the glove again and hovering a piece of hair in my forehead, putting it back where it belongs. That action made me blush and smile at the same time, besides the ray felt like a delicate touch against my skin.

‘‘He has never seen any of the things I’ve done recently, just old things and I think he is too focused on the new boy with spiderling powers and super intelligence, and…’‘ but I started to talk.

‘‘I didn’t know he talked about me like that’‘ I said being honest, ‘‘but I think you should know that he does the same with me’‘. They looked at me confused and I just smiled, ‘‘Tony can’t stop talking about how intelligent you are, and the incredible things you do at school and at home, and how you are always trying to make things better... and also, he loves to brag about how you got his amazing sense of style’‘

The last thing made them laugh, making me smile while looking at them. ‘‘Actually he talks so much about you that I actually admire you, I started to develop a type of cr… of admiration over you, and I’m so sorry you feel like that. But you don’t need to’‘

They just smiled and then after some seconds they just took a chair and sat next to me, grabbing two forks from the other table with the hovering glove. ‘‘Thanks Peter’‘, they said while giving me the other fork, ‘‘I have to say I admire you as well, as I said I think you’re really cool’‘

‘‘And I think you’re really cool as well’‘ I said, taking the fork and sitting next to them.

‘‘I think… after listening to my dad tell me stuff about you, I think we could be really nice friends’‘ they said taking a piece of the cake with the fork ‘‘don’t you think, Pet?’‘

‘‘I think we could be really good friends as well’‘, I said with a smile, starting to eat as well. But stopping abruptly when I remembered what Tony said. ‘’Uhm... Y/N?’’

‘’Yeah?’’, they said already eating more. 

‘’I don’t think we should be eating this’’.

‘’Why not? Don’t you like chocolate?’’, they said smiling a bit.

‘’Of course I do, it’s actually my favorite!’’ I pointed out with a soft smile.

‘’Then? Just eat! Come on Parker’’, they said taking a little bit with their fork and suddenly placing it in front of my lips. ‘’Just look at that, it’s from Italy, don’t you want it?’’

I couldn’t help but smile, agreeing after some time ‘’al-alright’’.

And as we kept eating that amazing piece of Italian chocolate cake we kept talking and talking until we were tired, the cake was already finished but that didn’t stop our chat. We just couldn’t stop. We talked about gadgets, their cool technology, my old school tech, school and in their case home school; and also how they wanted to go to an actual school but Tony wouldn’t let them, our friends, movies, music and just everything we could think about.

It turns out we had more in common than we thought. And it was such a pleasant surprise.

It wasn’t until Aunt May started to call me when we noticed that it was almost 2 am and that we were still in the same spot talking like there was no tomorrow. But there was a tomorrow and unfortunately for me it was school day, they could actually wake up at 9 am because that was the time their teachers started to arrive.

So it wasn’t after the 9th call from Aunt May that I let them call me an Uber, because I really didn’t want to leave but May was starting to freak out and if she did so did I, and while we were still waiting on the kitchen for my Uber I finally decided to ask them.

‘‘Uhm Y/N, can I h-have your phone number? P-please?’’ I asked a bit low, waiting on them to say no or something like that.

‘‘Of course Pet, gimme your phone’‘ they said with a smile showing me the palm of their hand. And so before they could regret it I just gave it to them.

It took them a few seconds before they gave it back to me, they were smiling in such a nice way that I have only seen in pictures with Tony. It was a sweet smile. ‘‘I sent myself a text so I could have yours as well’‘

‘‘Great!’‘, I let out a bit too loud and a bit too high, making me blush instantly.

‘‘Great’‘, they repeated after me, giggling a bit.

And we just kept there in silence, looking at our phones and sometimes at each other. I couldn’t help but smile at their name in my phone. ‘‘The Incredible Y/N Stark’‘, I said out loud.

‘‘Hey!’‘, they said while blushing and we just laughed. My spidey senses suddenly tingling when someone came walking towards us a bit too fast.

‘‘Oh’‘ Tony said looking at us and then squinting, he looked at me and then back at Y/N a couple of times until he finally spoke. ‘‘Parker, I thought you left a long ago! And Y/N! You should be sleeping by now’‘

‘‘I’m sorry dad’‘, they said while getting closer and leaving a small kiss on Tony’s kiss, ‘‘Peter and I got caught up talking, and the time flew’‘

‘‘So you and Parker... you and Parker… uhm, okay’‘, he then looked at me and raised an eyebrow, ‘‘alright. But now kids, what you need to do is go and sleep, so keep going’‘ and then just patted our backs, making us walk down the hallway.

We just laughed and started to walk our way to the exit. ‘‘Anyway, I was going to say that the Uber is here’‘ Y/N said showing me their phone and just walking down with me, stopping in another hallway where I knew their room was.

‘‘I think that’s all’‘, they said smiling a bit and then kind of giggling.

‘‘For today at least’‘

‘‘Yeah, totally!’‘

And then we just looked at each other in silence, not even wanting to leave right now.

‘‘I think… see you later, right?’‘ they said kinda starting to walk down the hallway after that small silence.

‘‘Uh... oh yeah, for sure! Tomorrow I gotta come back anyway, so see you tomorrow!’‘

‘‘For sure!’‘

‘‘Yeah!’‘

And then they just kept walking to their room, looking back occasionally and smiling at me. But when they were some feet away from me, they suddenly turned around looking at me with a big smile, ‘‘thank you for what you said to me back there Peter! It really means a lot!’‘

‘‘No worries! Tony just really admires you an-��‘ but before I could say something else Tony’s voice sounded through the speakers, interrupting me.

‘‘Parker! What did I told you about the chocolate cake?’‘

Oh shit!

Y/N looked at me confused, but I just smiled and shouted at them, ‘‘I’ll explain you later, bye!’‘ and then just started to run outside the facility, hopping inside the Uber with the biggest smile still in my face, because even if Tony kills me tomorrow I was still going to talk with Y/N, and nothing could change how happy I was feeling about that.

Absolutely nothing.

[age-of-moonknight]

Werewolf by Night: Red Band (Vol. 1/2024), #2.

Writer: Jason Loo; Penciler: Sergio Dàvila; Inkers: Jay Leisten and Aure Jimenez; Colorist: Alex Sinclair; Letterer: Cory Petit