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Summary: An unexpected visitor is waiting for Bucky.

A/N: okay, I might make this more than just a drabble, but I wanna see if people like it first. Please let me know what you think! 

Tags: @dungeons-and-awkwarddragons, @madamewombat

It would be gross under-exaggerating by saying it had been a rough day. All Bucky wanted to do now was take a hot shower and sink into his large, soft bed. He turned his door knob and shoved it open with his shoulder.

Maybe I’ll just go to bed now and shower in the morning, He thought to himself.

Bucky threw off his t-shirt and jeans and pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

“HOLY SHIT!” he yelled out in shock as he turned around, seeing a female figure sprawled out across his bed. The body stirred, turning over to lay on her back.

“Maggie?” Bucky whispered, slowly approaching the bed, “Is that really you?” he asked.

You felt the bed dip down next to you and was slowly pulled from your sleep. Blinking your eyes open, you were met by the confused/shocked face of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Hi handsome,” you mumbled, a sleepy smile spreading across your face.

“Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” Bucky softly said, “Please, please let this be real,”

Bucky watched as your goofy grin turned into a mischevious smirk and instantly regretted his choice of wording.

You launched yourself up and pinched Bucky’s sides, “Damn it Mags!” he yelled as moved to tackle you, but you dodged and began to tickle him.

“No!” he yelled, laughing so hard tears were beginning to fall from his eyes, “Stooooop,” he whined. Thankfully you were distracted momentarily by laughing at him and he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You didn’t fight it. This was exactly where you wanted to be.

Bucky’s voice gently caressed your ear, “Damn I’ve missed you, doll.”

You simply nodded, knowing if you opened your mouth to speak you’d start to cry.

He held you tightly, only loosening his grip so that you turn and wrap your legs and arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder, breathing him in.

“What brings you back so soon?” he finally asked, pulling away to get a good look at you, “Uh, also why are you covered in blood?”

“Don’t worry, that’s just an old stain,” you said shrugging, looking down at your dark green scrubs. “I’m back because I was injured. Now, before you freak out,” you said, placing your hands on his chest, “I am okay and I’ve recovered, okay?” Bucky nodded, eyes glued to yours. “During a mission, we were ambushed. I was able to take out a couple of men before I was hit. A grenade had been thrown at me, but it missed by almost 10 feet and I was able to get a bit further away before it went off, except I was hit by shrapnel and shot, absolutely destroying my left leg.”

You moved to sit next to Bucky and pulled your pant leg up to show him the prosthetic that connects to your leg mid-thigh. Bucky reached out and gently traced the line separating machine and skin.

“What were you doing in the middle of everything? I thought you were stationed wherever your camp was so that you’d be prepared as soon as the injured came back?” He asked, shifting to caress your cheek.

“Normally yes,” you said quietly, “but this was a high-risk mission. In order to keep as many of our men alive, I needed to be there. We had really good intel, but you know, something always goes wrong.” You rolled your eyes, nudging Bucky, trying to lighten the mood.

He let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle before pulling you closer, inhaling deeply, desperately wanting to remember everything, the way you smelled, how you felt in his arms. Everything.

“James,” you pulled away and cupped his face in your hands, “I’m not going away again, I was discharged.”

You watched as his eyes lit up, “Does that mean?”

“I’m here to stay, Bucky. I never have to leave you, not ever again.”

Finally, Bucky pulled you in and your lips connected to his as silent, salty, happy tears flowed down your cheeks.

You were finally home.

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By the Way,

Avengers, OC

Summary: Helen, an employee at the Avengers Tower finds herself adopted into the family of superheroes. Little do (most) of them know, she has been keeping a secret.

Spoilers: GAY.

It’s just fluffy and cute. I’m just living out my gay dreams here. In another life, I’d have a soft but go getting girlfriend. (i am in a straight passing marriage. #bi)

“Heeelleeeen!” Steve called out in a whiny tone as he walked into your office, “Are you coming tonight?” he asked plopping down on the large chair that sat across your desk.

“Uh yeah, 8 o’clock, right?” you asked as you hit send on an email.

“Yes. We haven’t seen you around much lately, find a man worthy of your time?” he asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Something like that,” you commented.

You and Steve talked for a few more minutes before he ran out to go do something else, throwing in that you could bring your new beau by anytime.

Once the door was closed, you let out a sigh.

You had been working at the Avengers Tower for a little less than a year, however, you quickly moved up the ranks and became close to the Avengers. Probably a little too close, but they were the closest thing you had to a family.

Yet still, only a select few knew the secret you tucked away in your heart. You knew you couldn’t hide it forever, in fact, you didn’t want to. But, past experiences told you it was best that only a few knew.

You finished up with your work for the day at 7:40 pm, having a massive project dumped on you at the last minute. Thankfully, you kept a few pairs of clothes in your office and threw them in your bag as you headed to the residential floor of the tower.

“Helen!�� Wanda called out as you walked off the elevator, it took you a moment to respond to your excited friend because a text you hadn’t seen yet had taken up all your attention. You smiled widely as you responded.

“Helen?” she called out again.

This time you noticed, “Oh! Sorry, Wanda!” you said as you rushed over to hug her. She just rolled her eyes at you before you hurried to the bathroom to change.

You threw on your jogger style sweatpants and a comfy t-shirt before throwing your long dark hair into a bun on top of your head. When you emerged everyone was there, arguing about what game should be played.

“Monopoly!” Clint called out, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No!” you interjected as you sat on the floor in front of one of the couches, “No way are we going through that again.”

“Aw come on, you’re just mad because you lost,” Clint said dismissively.

“If I remember correctly, we are all still mad at how hard you cheated all of us. Monopoly is banned.”

A few others nodded their heads and Clint gave up.

“I suggest twister,” a silky voice suggested. You all turned around to see Loki and Thor having appeared behind you. When you made eye contact with Loki, he added, “Helen has been jeering on about how she could be me at any game, any day. I say it’s time to prove it.”

You rolled your eyes but everyone cheered and soon you were facing off against Loki in an intense game of Twister.

“Alright, right-hand red!” Sam called out.

You thew your arm up and over Loki’s body and grinned as he tried to not allow the motion to knock him down.

“I think you just wanted to get close to me Helen,” Loki said with a wink, causing you to scoff.

“Psh, whatever Loki, you know I like girls.”

The words came out before you could even realize what you were saying and your eyes grew 10 wider than normal and a blush spread over your face.

Loki was so shocked that you said the words aloud, and so casually, caused him to fall on his face.

“You win!” Wanda called out, trying desperately to lighten the tension that fell around the room.

You got out of the weird position and stretched a little and turned to face everyone, keeping your eyes on the ground, refusing to look anyone in the eye.

“Uh, yeah so um, by the way,  I’m gay,” you finally said. You didn’t look up until you felt two sets of arms wrapped around you, shocked to see Bucky and Steve hugging you.

They pulled back slightly and grinned at each other before looking back at you, “We love you no matter who you love,” Bucky whispered.

You felt relief wash over you. The two 100 plus-year-old men were the ones you were worried most about. Anxiety told you they’d reject you and tell you it was unnatural, just as you’d heard before. The relief was so strong that you felt tears begin to prick at your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked gently.

“I-I got it in my head that you guys wouldn’t want to be around me if you knew,” you whispered.

For some reason, this was hilarious to the two men who quickly burst into a fit of laughter, causing heat to crawl up your face.

They saw your reaction and quickly regained control of themselves, “Sorry Helen, we weren’t laughing at your anxieties. It’s just so funny because, well we figured you knew,” Bucky explained.

“Knew what?” you asked. Confusion was written all over your features.

Steve grinned at you and leaned in, “We are gay.”

“What?!” you finally called out, “How? How did I not know?”

“We just figured you did,” Bucky shrugged, “we’re pretty obvious about it.”

You thought back to all the times you’d hung out with the Avengers and suddenly images of the tender looks and gentle touches came to mind and everything made so much sense.

“Damn,” you said quietly, “you guys really weren’t secretive,” you said out loud, mostly to yourself. Then you started to laugh.

Like, really laugh. The kind of laugh that comes from a broken place realizing that you aren’t so broken anymore. The kind of laugh that will end in happy, delighted tears.

The night went on. Loki graciously accepted his loss, even though he felt you used your gayness as an unfair advantage. You were now playing Sorry when your phone started to buzz.

You looked over at it and smiled before turning back to the game.

“Uh, Helen,” Tony said, “aren’t you gonna get that?”

You blushed slightly and said you’d call back later.

“That is her, isn’t it!” Steve said much too loudly.

“There is a ‘her’?” Tony asked just as loudly. “You HAVE TO PICK IT UP.”

You threw up your hands in defeat and answered your phone just before it went to voicemail.

“For a minute there I thought you were going to ignore me,” he voice said knowingly over the line.

“Put it on speaker!” Peter whisper yelled.

You rolled your eyes but obliged.

“Now, why would I ever do that?” you responded.

“I don’t know, maybe because you are hanging out with your super cool friends.”

“You don’t get use that one, you are in freaking Paris right now even though you know how badly I want to go!” You shot back. You looked back up at the people around you remembering you had an audience, only to see them all leaning in, with what looked like heart eyes. “Oh, uh, babe? About my super cool friends, they demanded I put you on speaker.”

“DID YOU FINALLY TELL THEM!” she squealed.

“YES!” everyone responded back, practically at the same time.

“YAY!” she yelled. “If I were there I would kiss you so hard right now. Wait, I’m going to switch to video call, you have to introduce me to everyone.”

The switch was made and you went around the room and introduced everyone to your girlfriend. When you got to Bucky and Steve, you braced yourself for what they were going to say.

“So Ana, I’m not sure if you are aware of this, but your girlfriend has a terrible gay-dar,” Steve began explaining what happened earlier that evening and Ana just laughed.

“Yeah, I know she does. It took until our third date for her to realize that they were dates and I was hitting on her,” she said shrugging.

The two men looked over at you and shook their heads as if they were saying ‘typical’.

After a while, you were able to sneak away to finish the call with your girl, alone.

“Hi,” you said with a shy smile on your features.

“Hi,” she said back, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, way too much,” you replied.

“About that. Listen, I was actually hoping that when I get back, we could move in together? I am just so tired of being away from you.”

Ana watched lovingly as you took in what she was saying. You practically were glowing at the proposition.

“Yes. Please, let’s move in together.”

Ana had gotten back two weeks later, and by the end of the month- after long hours apartment hunting, you were both finally settled. Deciding the best way to celebrate would be to have a housewarming get-together, you were waiting impatiently for your friends to arrive.

“Hey,” she said, wrapping her arms around you from behind, “they’ll make it, okay? You don’t need to worry.” She placed a kiss on your cheek and you turned to face her.

“Yeah, I’m just… they’re my family, and you are my family… I just want tonight to go well,” you responded heavily.

“Listen to me, okay?” she said as she pulled you to the couch and onto her lap. “I’ve already met everyone, yeah it was over a video call, but we all love you, and I have a good feeling that we are all going to love each other. Oh, please don’t cry,” she said as she wiped tears from your eyes.

“They’re the good kind, I promise,” you said as you leaned in to kiss her.

Everyone showed up right on time.

And Ana was right, like always.

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The Man No One Saw

Summary: Everyone thought they knew Captain America. He was dependable and could be trusted to do the right thing. He would always be there for the American people, hell even the world. He encompassed the ideal American values everyone could be proud of. He was strong. He was traditional. Patriotic. He was everything everyone wanted to be.

However, only a few knew Steve Rogers.

He was born decades before the one he was currently living in. On the outside, he was this… absolute hunk. On the inside, he would always be the skinny, chronically and devastatingly sick kid from Brooklyn. He did his best to show the world what they wanted, but in the quiet moments, his guard went down.

A/N: this was inspired by this post. I listened to This Is: Steve Rogers playlist on spotify by Bella Olivia while I wrote this.

Chapter 1

You were already running late for your shift at the New York Public Library. Cursing to yourself quietly when the subway left without you.  

“How dare you!” You mumbled angrily under your breath. Accepting your fate, you took in a few deep breaths and shot a text message to your boss letting them know. Anxiety threatening to take over, you practiced a few tools you had learned in therapy:

1. Is this in my control? No.

2. Is there anything in my power I can do to change this? Besides texting my boss no, it will be quicker catching the next train than to take a taxi.

3. What are my choices? I can freak out and probably start sobbing in this very public place, or I can accept that what has happened has happened and do my best to let go.

For the remainder of the time you were in the station, you focused on your breathing and scrolled through social media to distract you. Every so often feeling the smooth beads on your bracelet to ground yourself.

Finally, the train arrived and you weren’t as late to work as you thought. Once you put your belongings away and checked your appearance in a mirror you hurried gracefully off to start shelving books before you needed to go read to some kids.

Today was for kids around 10 and you were reading The Little Prince, one of your personal favorites, memorialized forever on your body as a small tattoo on your upper arm.

You began like you always did, giving a quick summary of the book, in a way that would get the kids into it to help quiet the chatter. As you read, they listened quietly, drawn in as the little boy appeared in the middle of a vast desert.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

At that moment, you looked up and saw a man standing there listening, intrigued by the words the Little Prince had just spoken. Since you did this multiple times a week you were pretty good at determining if a random man standing there was a) a father, b) a predator or c) and intrigued passerby wanting to remember what it was like to be a child again.

This man was definitely a, C. He looked on with wonder, listening intently, not hushing the child nearest to him or staring creepily at the group of children. So you smiled and continued on, and for some reason, you felt like you were reading to him more than the other kids.

The first chapter ended and you thanked everyone for coming, who then, in unison, thanked you for reading to them (including the tall man in the back). You encouraged everyone to come next week to find out more of the adventures the Little Prince had gone on and who he meets.

Kids went to their parents or chatted with friends they had made there while you stood up, smoothing down the denim skirt you were wearing and going to put the book in its spot for the weekly reading spotlight. You saw the man looking around aimlessly and figured he either didn’t know where to find what he came for or wanted to talk to you. You decided it was the former, easing your anxiety in deciding it was work related.

“Excuse me, can I help you find anything?” you asked him with a polite smile.

“Uh yes, thank you, let me just pull it up” he pulled up what he was looking for on his phone. At that moment you recognized him, but you worked in New York City and were used to helping celebrities or well-known people, so you stayed professional, like you always did. “I am looking for this book,” he says, showing you a title on his phone.

It was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith and you had just shelved it before the reading, so you knew exactly where it was, “Excellent choice, follow me.”

You took him to the book and handed it to him gently, “Is there anything else you need help finding?” you asked automatically.

“Actually yes… that book you were reading? Unfortunately, I won’t make it next week, but I would love to hear more, even if it’s just a kids book.” he said a little sheepishly.

You looked at him, feigning (but maybe not really) shock.  “Only a kids book? Sir!” you said placing a hand dramatically over your chest, “This book is not just a children’s book! I didn’t read it until after I got through college and it changed my damn life. So you take that back right now!.”  You kept your tone playful, not wanting to offend him.

Luckily it went over well and he laughed, “I am so sorry, I take it back! And maybe you can tell me more about it… over coffee?” he was smiling widely as he asked and all you wanted to do at that moment was throw yourself into those strong arms and tell him  ‘yes, whatever you want,’ but you restrained yourself and smiled, blushing at his request.

Instead of answering, you led him the check out station and began checking his books out. He was looking away, nervous and probably slightly embarrassed that you hadn’t answered him, so he didn’t notice you scribble something on the receipt, then stick in just inside The Little Prince.

You spent the rest of your shift very, very distracted at the thought of going out for coffee with Steve Rogers.

When Steve got home later that evening, he was still thinking about you. How cute you looked in your striped button up that he could have sworn had little cat heads all over it and your denim skirt. How into reading the book you were, only broken when you spotted him, even still you quickly got back into it and he may be crazy, but it felt as if you were just reading to him. Remembering the books he had stowed in his bag, he pulled them out setting A Tree Grows in Brooklyn down on the counter and picking up The Little Prince. He opened it up to see your messy cursive on the receipt.

Call me when you finish :)

He wouldn’t admit it for a long time, but Steve Rogers did a happy dance, right then and there. After which he immediately dove into the book, reading until early morning when he reluctantly put it down to get at least a few hours of sleep, where he dreamt of a boy and his rose, a pilot and a fox.

When he woke to the sound of a very unwelcome alarm, he shut it off and slowly sat up, looking out the large windows of his apartment, which was provided by Tony, so of course it was much grander than he would have picked, but he was growing to love being able to look out over the city. He got dressed and left for his daily run, making it back in record time just so he could read the rest of the book.

You were shocked when you got a phone call later that day, the voice saying they finished the book and was wondering when you would be free to meet up for coffee.

“Well, I mean, I am not doing anything now? Would that work?”

The voice answered much too quickly for someone playing it cool, “Yes! Do you have a favorite spot to get coffee?” “Believe it or not, it’s right by the library. Meet me there in an hour and a half?” “Can’t wait, doll.”

And the call was over. You automatically looked down at your outfit of choice on this lazy day off. Sweatpants and a shirt with actual, non-ironic holes throughout. You booked it to your closet and allowed yourself 10 minutes to stress out about what the hell you were going to wear to your date with Steve freaking Rogers, finally settling on a comfortable, but still flirty red shirt dress and a pair of sandals. You added a pair of stud earrings and put your hair into a low bun, that way if he was dressed up, you wouldn’t be too casual, and vice versa.

You had time to spare, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to be early. You popped your earbuds in and started listening to your Beatles playlist, making your way to the Subway Station. The ride went smoothly and no one tried to bother you, thank heavens. Once you got there you sat on the steps by one of the lion statues and basked in the early fall sunshine, only closing your eyes for a second, soaking it all in when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Readying yourself to politely tell some rando to leave you alone, you were surprised to see Steve, 10 minutes early. “Hi!” you yelled, cringing when you realized your volume. You quickly turned off your music and stuffed your phone and headphones into your bag.

“You know, you are gonna lose your hearing if you listen to music that loud. By the way, Ob-la-di is a good choice.” he smiled, and you thought that that is something you could easily get used to. Then his face changed to an annoyed look and you thought you were doomed until you looked over your shoulder where he was looking to see a group of people who looked familiar. “Sorry, when I told my friends I was going on a date they didn’t believe me, saying they’d need to see it for themselves. They’re… relatively harmless though, and they promised once they saw you they would leave us alone.”

“That’s okay,” you shrugged, “shall we head to ingest liquid, golden, sustenance?”

He nodded and held his arm out for you, which you took without hesitation. You guided him to the spot, literally across and down the street from the library. When you entered you were welcomed by the chime of a bell, music playing softly (right now it was Two Ghosts by Harry Styles), the smell of coffee, and your favorite barista/southern belle behind the counter. “June!!! I thought you had the day off?” she asked before noticing the tall, handsome man you were currently still attached to. “Oh, definitely a day off, I see. What can I get started for Y'all?”

You requested your regular, and Steve ordered an Americano.

You found some seats in a more secluded area (not that that was difficult. Most people ordering coffee at 5pm were heading to work and not staying, or planning a late study session). Once settled, Steve pulled out the copy of The Little Prince he had borrowed from the library, as well as a notebook filled with notes. You smiled and pulled out your well worn, well loved, very marked personal copy. Someone brought your coffees over and you smiled and thanked them before looking back at Steve.

“So, I just realized you never gave me your name.” You said, knowing full well you both knew his name. “I was just thinking about how I didn’t know your name was June. It’s Steve by the way.” He held out his large hand and you shook it firmly (at least you attempted a firm handshake. It is kind of difficult when his hand practically swallowed yours). “Good to meet you Steve, and its actually Juniper, but I generally go with June.”

“Juniper… that’s really cool. Would you mind if that is what I call you?” he asked, eyebrows raised in questioning. You smiled. Most people thought your name was weird or too hippie-ish. “Yeah, I would love that actually.”

Steve took a sip of his drink, giving you a chance to look him over. He was wearing a light blue denim button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows that not only hugged his biceps nicely but made his eyes look darker than they were the other day, and dark fitted jeans with converse.

After taking a drink yourself you both got into the book, pointing out favorite parts, what was personally identified with, as well as some questions Steve had had. One of your favorite parts was hearing about his relationships. “So the fox… honestly, it sounds very much like my friend Bucky. We used to be really close, but then we separated and... well he was extremely different. He had gone through some really terrible things that are difficult to imagine, but when we were reunited, he was very reluctant to, for lack of another phrase, be tamed. It took a while, but now we are even stronger than we were before. It’s like we are tamed to each other, haha.” Steve realized he was getting more personal than he had anticipated and felt a little awkward, but he was happy he felt like he could be honest around you, even though you had just me.

His favorite part was just watching your eyes light up anytime one of the things he brought up was something you loved about the book as well. You were so passionate about this one children’s book and it was like it opened up a whole new place in his heart.

Hours later, your coffees were cold and barely touched, but there you sat, his hand gently resting on yours from across the table. Talking about the book had led to other favorite books, which you both had quite the list to look into, then other things that made you happy.

You adored the days it rained. You felt like it was washing the city, and yourself clean. Steve couldn’t get enough of watching the sunrise over the city, everything still quiet. You love look on peoples faces when they were learning new, exciting things. He loved how his dog greeted him every day.

It was nice to talk about things that made you happy, rather than hobbies. You always felt stuck with that question. Reading was an obvious one… but other than that? Naps, food, coffee… those aren’t really hobbies as much as they are necessities to survive.

Steve wasn’t really sure either what he would say if you had asked about his hobbies. He ran every morning, but that was to get out of his head. Saving the world? Surely she knew who he was, but he wasn’t ready to dive into that yet. It felt nice to just be Steve, rather than Steve Rogers, Captain America. That is why he focused on what made them happy, he was more interested in what made you happy, anyways.

Eventually, Mary came up to let you know they were closing. You blushed slightly and apologized to your friend, who hushed your fears.

“Well, I guess we should get going…” you trailed off and bit your lip, not positive what to do next. “Do you own any of the books on your list? I would be honored to be able to read your personal copy of even just one, get a look inside your head a little more.”

You smiled widely, “In fact, I own all of the books on my list. I live in Brooklyn though, so if it is out of the way I can always bring a few next time I see you?”

There were two things about your statement that excited Steve beyond belief. 1. You lived in Brooklyn. 2. You wanted to see him again.

“I happen to love Brooklyn, it’s no problem at all unless you would be more comfortable oth-” You cut him off. “Honestly, I would love for you to come over and be impressed at my massive book collection.”

It was settled and Steve held out his arm for you again as you both chatted aimlessly as you walked to the subway station. It was late on a Saturday, so the train was noisy with talking from people going to or from parties and clubs. You pulled out your earbuds and handed him one as you plugged them into your phone, putting the other in your own ear. You clicked on another one of your favorite playlists, hitting shuffle. 

Wild Hearts by the Bleachers came on, and you blushed slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but he did. As the 45-minute train ride continued, you could feel your hand take a life of its own as it inched closer to Steve’s, which rested on the seat next to yours. The anticipation of holding his hand was practically killing you, so when Steve closed the distance you felt relief, as well as a pleasant tingle, wash over you. Once you worked up the confidence, you rested your head on his shoulder… more like arm with his height compared to yours, but it was nice all the same, and Steve melted towards you.

Once your stop came you stood up and pulled Steve along until you were walking side by side. The The music was stopped and put away and you both walked in a comfortable silence to your apartment building.

You watched as Steve looked around with an almost sadness as you walked the streets of Brooklyn. Of course, you knew of his history, everyone did, but you would wait until he was ready to bring it up. Just because you knew what books told you about what happened didn’t mean it was the whole story, or that you had a right to know.

Suddenly Steve stopped in front of a run-down building that was crumbling to the ground.

Steve couldn’t believe it was still here. The last time he had the opportunity to be in Brooklyn inconspicuously he hadn’t been able to find it. Yet, on his way to the apartment of one of the most beautiful, witty, honest and intelligent women he’d met since Peggy, was his childhood home. Where he spent his entire life sick, trying to stand up for himself but always being saved by Bucky. And suddenly, he was that tiny person again and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude as well as the feeling of being undeserving to have you holding his hand. A tear slipped through and he prayed you wouldn’t notice. Instead, he felt your kindness through a simple hand squeeze. He took a few deep breaths and decided it was time to keep moving.

You continued leading him to your apartment and unlocked it, before you opened the door you smiled at him mischievously.

“Now, I have spent a long time working on my book collection. If for some reason it isn’t impressive, you have to pretend it is otherwise whatever this,” you motioned between the two you, “could have been, isn’t happening.” Steve nodded in agreement, “You got it doll.”

You blushed slightly, biting your lip as you turned around and opened the door, letting him in.

What Steve then saw was incredible. You had hundreds of what seemed to be carefully selected books, shelved neatly throughout your entire, albeit small, apartment.

You watched as Steve walked around, mouth hanging wide open, staring at the shelves on shelves and shelves of books. He then turned to you, mouth still open, and held out his arms motioning to it all with wide eyes.

“Okay, okay, you didn’t have try so hard to make me feel like you were impressed, it’s okay. Appreciated though.” You smiled genuinely, even though you were trying to tease.

“Oh, well okay then.” Steve playfully rolled his eyes before grinning at you.

You both stood there looking at each other for what felt like a few beats too long, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I like ice cream. Do you want some?” Before waiting for him to respond you walked over to the freezer to pull out the tubs of ice cream you had and two spoons. “Uh yeah, I could go for some ice cream.” Steve walked over, noticing there weren’t any bowls.

Seeing his confusion, you explained, “It is more fun to eat it out of the container unless you’re afraid of germs or whatever.” you shrugged, hoping he didn’t think it was weird.

“Sounds good to me.” He replied, grabbing a spoon and the pint of mint chocolate chip. You grabbed the other, moose tracks. and headed for the couch.

“Okay, so earlier you said you have never seen Doctor Who.” You opened up the moose tracks and took a big bite before continuing,  “would you maybe want to watch an episode?”

“Yeah! It sounds really cool!” he answered, taking a bite of the mint chocolate chip.

As you both watched, you placed the tubs on the coffee table and scooted closer to each other, every once in a while getting a few bites of either kind.

Suddenly, looking at you as you watched the TV, Steve felt the need to be closer to you, to kiss you. He scooched even closer than before and put an arm around you, to which you responded by leaning on his chest, fidgeting slightly with your spoon. You could feel him control his breathing as you did the same, both heartbeats going like crazy as the next move was anticipated.  Being suddenly overwhelmed by him and his smell with the hint of mint ice cream and coffee, you looked up at him. You knew, oh boy did you know you wanted to kiss him, but what sealed the deal was the tender look on his face. He had already been looking at you, so when your eyes locked with his, his breath hitched and he carefully leaned over.

“Juniper, may I kiss you?” he whispered as he tenderly stroked your cheek.

“Yes.” you sat up and met his lips halfway.

He was gentle and giving and never had you ever felt someone kiss you this way. Not when you were in a 3-year long relationship with someone who you had thought was the love of your life. Not ever. You could kiss Steve like this and never have it go anywhere else forever and be insanely happy and content.

You felt Steve’s lips leave yours, and move to your cheek and your neck. You sighed as his lips made contact, propelling yourself even closer to Steve.

Soon, the kisses were hurried and hungry, yet somehow, he was still gentle and attentive.

Suddenly though, you pulled away, biting your lip nervously. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his face now covered in worry lines, “did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No! Oh no, you are wonderful.” you practically sighed at the thought of your bodies together. “I just… I wanted to let you know now that I don’t want to have sex with you yet… not that I don’t want to have sex with you because wow I really do, I just feel like it’s too early even though I feel so comfortable around you its… inhuman. BUt I wanted to let you know before we got to that point and before I lost my resolve to tell you.” You held your breath as you waited for his reply.

He thought for a moment before responding, “I agree. Thank you for letting me know,” he leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek. “I don’t have sex this soon as well, but if it is okay, I would love to continue kissing you, if you would like to still do that.”

You were amazed at his response. The last date you had told that to called you a tease and sat there silently until you got out of his car.

“That sounds wonderful, I would like to keep kissing you… Thank you, by the way, in my experience most guys respond terribly…”

Steve leaned in and gently took your face in his hands. “Those sound like some pretty awful guys.” You smiled and shifted to kiss the palm of each of his hands before wrapping your arms around his neck and getting lost in his kisses.

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Hey cutie. I was looking for some prompts and saw “Emotions are a luxury I just don’t have time for,” and I immediately thought of Joyce x Hopper.

Monday, again.

He grunted and willed himself out of bed. Cigarette? Check. Coffee? Check. Uniform? Check. Jane up and ready for school? Check. She made eggos, again. He loved it secretly and showed it by giving her a quick smile.

Jane practically floated (or maybe actually floated?) to the car and was beaming the whole way to school. He would have asked, really, but he just couldn’t get himself to.

She hugged him and bounced off to meet her friends in front of the school, and he pulled away from the curb and headed to the Hawkins Police Station.

Work was, well, boring. The gate to the Upside Down was closed now, but he still secretly blamed things that happened on the paranormal, silently wishing that something, anything would happen in the small town again.But no, he was back to petty neighbor complaints and parking violations instead of monsters and decay inducing parallel universes.

He should be thankful, right? They weren’t in danger any longer. The lab was shut down and Jane was officially a Hopper. He had a family again and they were safe.

On the other hand, Joyce was no longer a daily part of his life. She went back to taking care of Will and Jonathan and her job at the store and getting over the death of Bob Newby. He was solving petty crimes and taking care of Jane and getting over the death of Bob Newby… He didn’t know him that well, but the images of his death replayed in his mind practically every day. He could only imagine what it was like for Joyce…

Joyce…

She got up early just like every other day to make breakfast for her growing boys, happy that once the darkness of the mind flayer was out of her boy, he was finally eating again, and well. After making breakfast she would watch as Jonathan and Will made their way out to go to school. Nancy would pick up Jonathan, and Will would ride with his friends.

Then to the store where she helped check customers out, and wish them a good day, and ask if they needed anything. And then she would remember the times Bob would come in to see her if a customer picked up something he used as an excuse, and she would smile. Every once in a while she would excuse herself to the back if the memory of his brutal death surfaced, and she would ride through it, just as her therapist told her to.

Then she would think of Hopper and how he had been there for her. How he smiled at her at the Snow Ball while their kids were dancing their little hearts away. Then she would go out and take a smoke break and smile again as she remembered how his fingers danced against hers when he passed her a cigarette.

And then she would miss him. And missing him would turn to anger. And the anger made her cry.

She knew she was being stubborn, she was always stubborn, but so was he.

The more he thought about Joyce, the more he would almost drop everything and just go to her. He didn’t consider himself a romantic, but when he thought about running to her, everything felt right. He even stayed up late sometimes and imagined what he would say, how he would kiss her if he got the chance, but that is where it ended.

“Hopper, the phone is for you.” Lucy, his receptionist told him.

“This is Hopper,” he said gruffly.“Hi Hop, sorry to bother you at work, but uh… never mind. I’m sorry.”“Joyce? Is that you?” he said much too quickly for his liking.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me.”“Can I help you with anything?”“No, no, I thought someone had maybe stolen something but I just found it. One of the kids must have used it.”

“Well, okay, if you say so.”“Goodbye Hop.”“Bye.”

She hung the phone back up on the wall and stared at the new blue one for a moment when suddenly, something sparked inside of her and she was fuming. She grabbed her keys and sped down to the station.

“HOPPER!” she yelled as she threw open the door, officers and the receptionist looking stunned as she marched back to the Chief’s office.

He had obviously heard her startling entrance and sprang from his chair, but his feet were glued to the ground.

She walked into his office without knocking. “What the hell is wrong with you Jim?!”

He stood there, wide-eyed. She only used his first name on rare occasions, and he generally tried not to relive those terrifying moments.

“Nothing? Huh? Well fine.” Before continuing, she took in the sight of him and felt that familiar pang in her heart. “Why did you stop coming around?”

“What? I… well… you didn’t need me anymore. Your kids are safe.” He said, still stunned.

“I… I didn’t need you anymore?” Her voice rose as she continued to talk, “Why would you think I didn’t need you anymore? Who gave you that right to decide? Huh?”That is when her face fell. She took a deep breath, turned around and started pacing slightly, trying to relieve the tension she felt all coiled up inside her.

He sat down in his chair and placed his head in his hands roughly. “No… no… that’s not it, I-” he looked back up to the pacing woman in front of him, sighing. “I can’t do this Joyce. I wish I could but I just can’t. I hope you can understand.”

“You can’t do this?! YOU CAN’T DO THIS?!” she surprised herself with the sheer volume of her voice and quickly brought it back down. “No. I don’t understand. I don’t understand because of… of… well… I… We… I thought we had something. I… I cannot be wrong about this. I was there! I felt it and I am sure you felt it too!”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Not now, not when she’s said that. Unfortunately, he had to. “Joyce, listen, please. Emotions… emotions are a luxury I just don’t have time for. Please, it’s nothing personal I just… I can’t.”

She would have walked out right then and there, but suddenly there was another girl on her mind.“Emotions… are a luxury? What about your daughter? Your Sarah and now Jane? You have to be there for her, you have to allow yourself to feel things or you could lose her.”He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again quickly.“I know losing Sarah was hard, and then you lost your wife and it seems so much easier to just detach and not let it get personal, but it is so, so much harder that way.” She had quickly changed moods and was trying to ignore the anger she was feeling. She loved Jane just as much as she loved her own children.He saw the switch flip and were he capable of literally melting he probably would have. How could he keep pushing her away when she so selflessly thought of Jane?“I… just… I…” No matter how hard he tried he could not get the words out, so instead, he let out a frustrated sigh that was more like a quite yell for help.

“I’m just… I am going to give you some time. Let me know when you’ve figured something out. Not even for me, but for Jane.”

Then she was gone.

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“If you got your nose out of those stupid books and your head out of the clouds maybe you would actually have some friends!” said by Drax the Destroyer

Done and Done.

You were sitting in the most comfortable chair in Peter Quil’s ship, The Milano, reading like normal. This time it was a random book you found on the ship that was surely left by accident. Your attention shifted from the words on the page when you heard loud footsteps that could only belong to the one and only Drax the Destroyer.

“Hiya Drax, what’s going on?”“Um, nothing is ‘going on’.” He eyed you weirdly.“What I mean is, what have you been doing today?” “Well, I awoke at exactly 5:40am, stretched a little bit before sitting up in my bed. I then stood up and walked the 5 steps to the bathroom where I…”“Drax! I do not need your step by step explanation of everything that has happened to you today! Just… anything interesting?”Drax thought for a moment before responding, “No. If you do not wish to know my daily doings, then you should not ask.” He said in what you assumed was the sassiest tone he could muster, which was exactly like his tone for everything else. You rolled your eyes slightly before returning to your book.“You know, if you got your nose out of those stupid books and your head ‘out of the clouds’ as I have heard Peter say it, maybe you would actually have some ‘friends’.” 

You looked up at the massive man in shock. You knew that Drax was not as versed in interacting with people, but the nerve he had just shown! You were starting to get pissed when you realized there was a form hanging around the doorway.“You look mad,” Peter observed.“Yup.” You said popping the p, trying to focus back on your book and not make a big deal out of what Drax had just said to you.“I uh, I heard what Drax said, that was quite the douche-y move he made there.” “What!? You heard?! Why didn’t you stop him?!” Your volume started to rise slightly as you spoke.“Well if you can imagine,” Peter said calmly, “I was very surprised. But, worry not, I’ll talk to him.” He said as he walked over to you and planted a kiss on your mouth. “DRAX!” he yelled down the hallway.Not too long after you heard the same heavy footsteps from just moments before.“Oh yes, hello Peter.” Drax said before turning to you, to see you had been looking up at Peter, “Ah, I see you took my advice, now you have a friend!” Drax said ‘happily’.“Drax,” Peter said in his most commanding voice, “What you said to y/n was not okay, you can’t just go around saying stuff like that to people, okay?”“But it worked!” Drax said simply.“No Drax, Y/n is my girlfriend, we are romantically involved and were already friends!” Peter said, obviously annoyed.“Oh! You two are involved romantically? Does she like music and like to dance too?” He asked.“Yeah, why-”“Well, looks like you found someone equally as pathetic as you, I congratulate you both.”

Drax walked off leaving you and Peter to stand there, mouths gaping open.

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Highway to Hell

Part 1 OC x Sweet Pea, the other serpents

Summary: Your family moved from Oregon and opened a consignment store, holding anything the Southside might need that wasn’t food, although occasionally you and your mom made cookies and gave them out. You and your family are incredibly close, although there are things you wouldn’t dare let them know about.

A/N: Uh, I know I should be working on my Stranger things and Marvel WIPs right now, but I had gotten this idea a long time ago, and it popped back into my head last night. Warnings: Uh... Insomnia? That’s not a warning.. kissing... yup. Eventual mentions of depression etc. 

You rolled over looking at the clock, red letters blinking 3:52AM over and over, practically mocking you. Frustrated, you threw your blankets off knowing at this point you weren’t going to get any sleep. Quietly you tiptoed out of your home, boots in hand, throwing them on once the door was shut silently behind you.

Walking the streets of the Southside at night wasn’t really the best idea, but that never stopped you. No one ever bothered you and you knew it was because of your parent’s business.  

You rounded the corner, lost in thought when a voice seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Hey,” a deep voice said from the darkness, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here so late? Hmm?” A figure approached you, and you recognized them immediately. “Well hi Jason, the same could be said for you,” you said confidently. “Oh, sorry Olive, I didn’t realize it was you.” The young man grumbled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Stop being such a creep to girls, no one likes it!” You called after his retreating figure.

Your family had moved from the green Pacific Northwest about a year ago, and opened up shop on the Southside of town. Back in Oregon, you guys had owned a flower shop that had been doing extremely well, until a competitor came in and took all of your business and with it, your means of income. After that, your parent’s turned the flower shop into a consignment store, and once everything started booming, ended up buying the store next door (which was ironic since it was the competitor) and expanded. Once your grandma got sick, you packed up and moved to Riverdale to help out. You quickly found out about the dynamics between the Northside and the Southside of town and, much to the dismay of your grandmother, moved into the Southside where your parents were determined to open up another store, which is how your family practically has immunity. The building your parents leased was in between Serpent and Ghoulie territory, bringing in customers from both gangs. Some of the regulars even referred to the store as ‘True Neutral’ instead of SouthSide Consignment.

By the time you had made it back to your house and slipped back in it was around 5 am. You snuck back upstairs and opened up your laptop to browse through social media rather than get an hour of sleep, knowing it would make today even more miserable than it already was going to be.

An hour passed by, and you started getting ready for school. Teen’s on the southside, and at the high school wore torn jeans, boots, flannels, etc. regularly. You stood out a bit, opting for comfy dresses and long sweaters that were more like blankets, or high waisted jeans and loose t-shirts and your favorite slip on vans. Most of your clothes you got at the store your family ran, making it easier for your love for clothes to not get too expensive. You opted for a pair of soft leggings, you favorite gray t-shirt, and a long soft cardigan paired with your mustard vans. You wanted to be comfortable today. You threw your hair up into a messy top knot and went downstairs where your parents were chatting as your dad made breakfast. “Well good morning sunshine!” Your dad sang out as you rounded the corner. “Looks like someone did not sleep well last night.” He stated, noting your ‘I’m tired don’t mess with me’ outfit that you happened to wear a rendition of routinely. You grunted as he put two waffles and some eggs onto a plate for you. Your parents thought you were weird, but you prefer savory waffles. You always piled your bacon and eggs in between the waffles and ate it like a sandwich. You saw your mom eyeing your concoction wearily, “You should try it!” you said practically shoving the breakfast food sandwich in her face. She only responded by shaking her head and pushing the food away. “No thank you. I prefer my waffles sugary, unlike some terrible people I know.” Looking at the time you realized you didn’t have much time to get to school, seeing as you sat on your bed staring at your closet for far too long. “I’ve gotta get going,” you said wolfing your breakfast down. Popping the last bite into your mouth, you ran off to get your backpack, then called back to them as you ran out the door “Bye! Love you!”

You hopped on your bicycle and biked the short trek to the high school. You made it with just a few minutes to spare, practically running once you got through the security line to your locker to deposit the things you didn’t need. You had barely stepped back far enough away so your nose not to get clipped when someone slammed your locker shut, startling you. “Shit man,” you said turning to the perpetrator, “you scared me. Don’t do that.”

A tall boy you had seen around the school but never talked to you was leaning lazily against the locker next to you.

“Can I help you?” you asked, peeved.

“You’re Olive, right?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Yup,” you said popping the p, “What’s it to you?” “I’ve heard talk among the Ghoulies. We think they’re planning something.” You were about to ask who the ‘we’ in this situation was, but once you saw the leather jacket and serpent tattoo on his neck, you understood. “Alright, and what does that have to do with me?” you said crossing your arms over your books, “no one ever bothers me or my family.” “Meet me at the doors to the gym after school. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You were frustrated that the boy didn’t answer your question. Seems like you were going to have to find out without him.

You went through the school day like you normally do when your insomnia hits. You almost fell asleep during a few classes, but for some reason, the Serpent girl next to you in bio passed you a copy of her notes, which you were ever grateful for. During lunch, you nursed your large cup of black coffee hoping it would breathe some life into you. From the corner of your eye, you could see the Ghoulies glance at you every so often, and there were Serpents out of their normal area around you, trying to be inconspicuous.

By the time last period rolled around, you had a hearty dose of paranoia coursing through you. You slunk down in your seat and closed your eyes for a minute. When you opened them again you were shocked to find yourself literally surrounded by Serpents in the desks around you. The girl from bio was there, same with a girl named Sabrina who apparently was a serpent that you had been talking to recently. There was a boy with broad shoulders and nice arms, as well as a scrawny looking kid with a beanie. You eyed each of them, confusion was written on your face, but they seemed to ignore you. You gave up and turned to the front of the class and began to doodle like you did every day in English.

The bell rang, and you stood up quickly, wanting to grab your stuff then meet the tall Serpent, curiosity killing you. You were at your locker when you heard some familiar voices, one of which was the Ghoulie boy who was creeping early this morning.

You busied yourself with getting the contents out of your locker but heard what Jason was saying, which was lewd things about your body. You threw your backpack on your shoulder and slammed the locker door shut, turning towards the group suddenly, startling them. “Whatever the hell you think you’re doing. Stop it.” you spat at them, tired.

“Oh looks like someone is feisty, you know,” another boy walked over to you, cornering you against the lockers and stroking your face with one gross finger. “There are so many fun things we could do.”

Quickly you kneed him between the legs and ran off before they could even move. You ran all the way around the school building, not wanting to be cornered again. You finally made it and saw the tall serpent boy and the girl from two of your classes leaning up against the school not talking. “There you are, finally.” the boy rolled his eyes. “Shit man, are you okay?” The girl said, noting your disheveled appearance. “Uh, nope,” you said, popping the p, and sinking down to the grass. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on? I just had a run in with some nasty Ghouls.” you shivered, the feeling of his breath and finger on your face.

“What happened.” The girl sat down next to you, obviously concerned. “Once you tell us, we will tell you what we know.”

You explained everything to them and saw the boy’s lips transform from the ever-present scowl to an amused grin when you told them how you approached them and kicked the dude in the balls.

“Okay, a deal’s a deal,” you said crossing your arms.

“Alright.” the boy said, still standing up. He probably wanted to be intimidating or something. “The Serpent's respect your family’s business, and the neutrality that has existed there. The Ghoulies, however, are growing tired of it and we are worried that they are going to start an all-out turf war, starting with you. So from now on, you are under our protection. You need to take another one of your midnight walks,” he saw your perturbed face and figured you were annoyed they were watching you, “No, we haven’t been keeping tabs on you, those Ghoulies just have big mouths. Anyways, you need to take a late night walk, call one of us. You need to go anywhere or do anything without your parents, call one of us. Do you understand?” He finished, crossing his arms. You nodded before asking, “Do my parents know anything about this?”

“No. But we have some of the older generations of serpent’s looking out for them. In fact, you can expect some company at dinner tonight. They are Serpent’s however, they won't know that.” “Okay.” you nodded again. “Well, I rode my bike here, I need to go get it.” “You have a bike??? That’s so cool!” The girl exclaimed. You guys were rounding the corner where your bike was, “Uhh, not that kind of bike,”you motioned to your bicycle, chuckling to yourself.

“Nu-uh.” The boy said. “I’ll have Fangs come get it with his truck, there’s no way I’m letting you ride a bicycle home when there are people out to get you. “Toni,” he said turning to the girl, “Will you wait here and call Fangs, I’m gonna take her to the Wyrm.”

She nodded and he leads you to his motorcycle, handing you a helmet.

“Uh, can we stop at the store first? I gotta let my parents know where I’m going.” “Can’t you just text them?” he sounded annoyed. “I would, but they never check their phones, and this is what we do every day.” “Fine.” He said throwing a leg over the bike. “Hop on.”

You got on and wrapped your arms around the boy.

He took you to the shop, parking around the corner, not wanting to draw any attention to you both. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Uh, maybe don’t say exactly where you are going, you don’t know who is in there.” Nodding, you walked around the corner and into the store. “Hey mom,” you called, the door chiming as it shut. She appeared from behind a stack of books, “Oh hey sweetie! You gonna help out today?” “Uh, I can’t, I have a project I have to work on with some classmates…” “Alright, have fun! Don’t be too late! We are having company around 7!”

You came back out and approached the boy who was now leaning up against his bike. “Before I get back on there,” You said nodding to the motorcycle, “I just need to know one thing.” “Fine. What.” “What’s your name? I only know the girl’s name because you said it.” “Sweet Pea.” He grunted.

You only shrugged, and threw your leg over the bike and put your helmet on. As soon as your arms were wrapped around Sweet Pea, he was driving off, and quickly.

Just a few minutes later, you guys pulled into what you assumed was the White Wyrm. It made sense that they’d bring you here, the Ghoulies value their lives too much to come here.

You handed Sweet Pea the helmet, then followed him in through the doors. No one seemed surprised that you were there, and your recognized most of them, seeing them at the shop at one point or another.

Sweet Pea led you to a booth and motioned for you to sit down. “You can do homework or whatever, there are some couches over there if you want to take a nap. Just let us know if you need anything.” He shrugged walking off. A few minutes later, the girl, Toni, came up to you. “Hey Olive, I never actually introduced myself, but I’m Toni.” She said holding out her hand for you. You shook it slightly. “Can I get you anything? We serve mostly alcohol, but we have wings and stuff.” “Uh, do you guys have coffee?” “Yup. I’ll be back in a minute.”

A minute later, she showed up with a mug painted with snakes all over it, and a pot of coffee with cream and sugar that she pulled out of her apron pocket.

Someone called after her so she ran off as soon as it was all on the table.

You worked on some homework, grateful for the notes Toni gave you earlier that day. You wouldn’t have a single clue how to do the assignment without it. Once that was done, you pulled out the book you were reading in English and read as you sipped at your drink.

Pretty soon two people approached your table. “Hi, you must be Olive, I’m FP, this here is Zelda, Sabrina’s aunt.” “It’s good to meet you. Would you like to sit down?” You asked politely. They nodded and sat across from you. “So, we are going to be at your home for dinner tonight, Sabrina will be there as well,” Zelda stated, smiling warmly at you. “The thing is, they don’t know we are serpents. We will also be posing as a family so don’t let that confuse you, but please go along with it.” You nodded, “Alright, what should I call you guys?” “Uh, We will be the Jones’ family,” FP said, looking to Zelda for affirmation. She nodded and they began to fill you in on a few things, mostly how they’ll be involved in keeping your family safe. Sabrina came and joined you guys at one point, sitting next to you. “So, Olive, there is something you need to know about my aunt and me.” She said, looking to Zelda. “We are witches.”

You eyed the two women carefully, trying to decide if they were pulling your leg or not.

Zelda, seeing how you were thinking over it, caused the pot of coffee to float in the air and refill your mug.

“OH!” you said startled to see the pot in the air. “Okay. That settles that. Your secret's safe with me.” You said quickly, eyes wide. “Good. We do not reveal this to many people. We are telling you because you might see us do some… odd things. Our job tonight is to put a few protection spells on your home and your family. What we need is for you and FP to pretend it is completely normal.” You nodded, a little confused, but figured it would all make sense later.

“Oh. One more thing…” Sabrina said as Sweet Pea approached the table. “I’m coming with.” He said gruffly. “Wha-” “You will tell your parents that I am your boyfriend. You will act as if I am your boyfriend both at school and well… everywhere.” FP spoke up now seeing your shock at Sweet Pea’s revelation. “It’s best for you and your family if you and Sweet Pea are together. The Ghoulies will see that you aren’t such an easy target, and we will have eyes and ears on you, without it looking suspicious.” He smiled, raising his bottle to the both of you, “Congrats to the happy couple!”

You arrived at your home on the back of Sweet Pea’s motorcycle, butterflies erupting from your stomach. You told your parents everything-well, almost everything. But this wasn’t the kind of thing you hid from them. You would have to figure out an excuse as to why you didn’t tell them about Sweet Pea and fast.

Sweet Pea watched you take the helmet off of your head, your hair messy since it was uncomfortable for you to keep your hair up with the helmet on. You quickly bent over at the waist and pulled your hair into a new, still messy bun. He watched as you quickly, but with shaking, hands wrapped the hair tie around your hair, and stand back up again. “Listen,” he said, voice calmer and less rough than it normally seemed to be. “I know I should have told you sooner about the plan, but I had some things I had to take care of. I’m sorry if this puts you in an uncomfortable position.” You were confused by his actions. You had only seen him brooding and acting all tough today. But, you thought for a moment, biting your bottom lip before you responded to him. 

“Look, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable pretending to be dating you, honestly. I just. My parents and I are super close for the most part, and I would have told them about it if I was actually dating someone. So… I was wondering. Can I just introduce you to them as a friend, and then later I’ll tell them that I like you and all of that?” Sweet Peas face wasn’t giving you any ideas as to how he felt about it. “Really it will just… it will help them feel like I’m not hiding anything from them. It’s important to me.” Finally, he nodded. “We still need to act like we like each other romantically. At school we are dating, with your parents we are getting there, but it needs to happen fast, got it?”

You nodded and he sent a quick text to FP, letting him know the new plan. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and suddenly he was in front of you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Stop being so nervous. OK. It’ll be fine.” You were confused at the moment, but somehow melted the instance you were in his embrace. When he let go, you saw the curtain move and realized that one of your parents had been watching. You smiled up at him, “Quick thinking.”

You walked him up to your door, where you saw your bike leaning up against the house where it normally was. You would have to thank whoever Fangs is.

Taking a deep breath in and throwing a smile on your face, you opened the door.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” you called, looking at the clock on the wall. You were a little early, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Hey, baby!” You mom said smiling at you, surprised that there was a boy standing awkwardly behind you. “Hi!” She said reaching out to shake his hand. “Oh,  mom this is Sweet Pea, Sweet Pea, this is my mom.” You said smiling. You knew they wouldn’t think his name was too weird. They had had a lot of other names they were going to name you much weirder than ‘Olive’.

Your mom ushered you both in, and Sweet Pea introduced himself to your dad. “Uh, sorry I forget to let you know I was bringing him over, I figured you wouldn’t mind.” “Not at all!” your father responded, “All we need to do is set an extra place at the table.” He smiled widely. You knew your parents were stoked you had brought a boy home, and you could tell Sweet Pea could sense it as well. You and Sweet Pea set the table while your parents finished up dinner. “Baby, why don’t you show your friend here around the house?” She said winking at you. “Uh.. yeah okay…” You turned around and motioned for him to follow you. “Seems like your parents are a big fan of us,” he said chuckling. “Yeah… I am so confused.” you shook your head, trying to understand. “Okay, well, this is the hallway.” you motioned dramatically. “To your left, you will see the embarrassing pictures of me through the years. I figure if I don’t show you them my parents will, and this is just easier.” You smiled at him as he looked at them as you walked through the hallway. “This is the bathroom, but if it’s in use there is another one upstairs.” He continued to follow you up the stairs as you pointed to different doors as to what they are. “This is my room, there is a bathroom connected to it. I normally have it locked from the hallway.” You opened your door and let him wander around your room, and you pointed to the bathroom door. “I was expecting your room to look… different,” he said looking at your stack of music next to your record player. “You have a tape player. What the hell,” he said picking up the top tape, “Are you some kind of hipster?” he said narrowing his eyes at you. “Uh, sure? I don’t know, I just like music. A lot of those tapes and records were my parents’. Since this is our second consignment store to run, I’ve collected a lot more.”

You looked through your stack and pulled a record out, and set it on the player. “So hey, what’s up with you acting all brooding and shit all day, then suddenly you are this gentle giant?” you asked, dropping the needle onto the vinyl.

Sweet Pea exhaled loudly, thinking. “Well, to be honest, I am trying to not scare you off.” “Why? Why do you care?” You weren’t annoyed or frustrated, just genuinely curious “Olive, honestly, your parent's store means a lot to a lot of people here. If you haven’t noticed, the Southside isn’t filled with rich people who can afford to buy new clothes or books or music whenever they like. Your family’s place allows us to do that here, plus I found this shirt there.” He said shrugging. “Okay... so is that why you don’t want the Ghoulies to get me? So they don’t scare off my parents?” “Yeah. That and... you’ve never judged any of us. And you are kind. There aren’t a lot of people around here like you... so we sort of feel like we have to protect you... Although, after hearing about what happened after school, seems like you’ll either need more protection or less. We’ll see.” He said smirking, 

You nodded but noticed how uncomfortable he seemed sharing everything with you. He must not like to be open, even like this with people, so you figured you’d just embrace whatever Sweet Pea decided he was. 

“So Olive.” He said, sitting down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to him. “We are going to need to really be a couple at school… so… like holding hands and kissing and all of that.” he said with a smirk on his face. “Right. I sort of assumed that” you said, trying to keep the butterflies erupting from your stomach at bay. “What are you getting at here?” “Well, I was thinking I could kiss you, just to get a head start on things. Get your nerves over with. That way it will seem more real later.” That damn smirk was still there and you could feel a blush spread across your face. “Uh… yeah, sure that’s fine, it’s whatever-” Sweet Pea cut you off, pressing his lips to yours. Much like to when he hugged you, you felt yourself instantly melt into him. You put your hand on his chest, and he pulled you closer with a hand behind your head. “Sweetie, oh I mean Olive and Sweet Pea,” you heard your mom from behind your door, you quickly pulled away as you heard the doorknob turn, “Dinner is ready.” She said smiling, looking between the two of you as if nothing had been happening. “Uh yeah okay alright we will be down in a minute.” you spouted quickly. Once she was gone Sweet Pea looked at you in disbelief. “Is she for real?” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “Yes she is.”

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Do You Trust Me?

Epilogue

A/N: OKAY THIS IS IT! I have rewritten this a few times now and am just letting it be what it’s decided to be. :)

You and Peter continued to grow closer and closer together. Your mom moved back out and found an apartment near work. The end of your treatment at the compound was nearing, and you were nervous but excited.

The team was able to run enough tests and observe you to the point that they are now able to make the treatment more available to the general public. Unfortunately, or fortunately? The super serum was still years away from being made into something to help regrow cartilage or anything for that matter.

The cuffs were already on the market, and the compound Dr. Cho had created was available as well. The Stark/Barton Medical Charity was a huge success and there were people all over the world benefitting from it.

Sadly, the compound Dr. Cho had made for you wasn’t quite what everyone was hoping for. It helped up your energy, but only briefly. They had been able to test it on others, and it proved to be effective for some.

Besides the fact that some of the things had greatly benefitted you and upped your quality of life, you were pumped that you were a stepping stone in helping other people get the care they needed.

You were busy looking up apartments when you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. “Hello there,” you said happily, turning to face your boyfriend. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

“I just got back from a mission and missed you,” he said, burying his face in your hair.

“I thought you were just meeting Aunt May’s boyfriend?”

“Yup. Same thing.”

You decided to drop it. He was very protective of his aunt and would talk about it eventually. “So, guess what?” you asked, trying to pull away. “Hmmm?” “I found an apartment,” you said, this time able to pull away so that he could see your excitement. “What?! I am so excited for you!” he feigned. You knew he was sad about you moving out of the compound. You were too but had been trying to focus on staying close by. “Yup! Wanna come see it with me? I actually just got an email back from the landlord!”

He half-heartedly smiled and allowed you to pull him along. Peter was about to press the button for the garage, but you stopped him and hit the button for the ground floor. He looked at you inquisitively but continued to follow your lead.

You walked a few blocks and stopped abruptly in front of an adorable, tiny house. All you did was turn to him and smile. “Wait… is this it??  THIS IS SO CLOSE!” he yelled, ignoring the looks he got from people passing by. You nodded, biting your lip. “This is it, Peter.”

Peter scooped you up in the biggest hug, your feet leaving the ground. “Do you want to see inside?” “YES!” he said, still yelling much louder than necessary.

The landlord let you inside and you and Peter wandered around your new, empty home. Him squeezing your hand in excitement every once in a while. After you left, Peter decided he needed to take you out to a celebratory dinner, stopping at your favorite Thai restaurant. “So Peter,” you started slowly. “I uh… I hope you know that you can come see me whenever you want… I think it would be too lonely if I was alone all the time.” “Yeah? I better be allowed. You can’t get rid of this face that easily.”

You giggled slightly trying to regain your confidence. “Peter I, uh, I mean when you aren’t staying at the compound you could, you know, uh…” you trailed off, but luckily Peter started picking up what you were putting down. “I can… stay with you?”  You nodded and his eyes lit up instantly. “That, my love, would be amazing,” he murmured as he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

Tony had surprised you by furnishing your house for you, and surprisingly he seemed to know your taste quite well. When he said he was going to do it you were prepared for Tony’s extravagant way of decorating. You loved everything about it. It wasn’t perfect and ended up needing a few repairs, but your landlord was very helpful. He also taught Peter how to do a few things one time anytime they were both there at the same time.

As months passed Peter had slowly been leaving some of his things at your place. He had a toothbrush and other shower necessities in the bathroom, although he preferred to smell like you and used your stuff anyways. He had a couple of drawers filled with some clothes, as well as a backup Spider-Man suit in your closet. You guys would go grocery shopping together, and Peter had started to bring flowers home anytime he was gone on a mission longer than a day or two.

When you guys weren’t at your little house, you were at the compound. You worked there now, too, as a lab aid and would help Tony, Bruce, and sometimes Peter with anything they needed.

Around a year later, things had started to change. You found yourself feeling worse again, but in a different way. Peter was getting so worried that he made himself sick a few times. After another day of you looking absolutely miserable while working in the lab, Bruce and Tony demanded that you let Dr. Cho have a look at you.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for her to figure out what was happening to you.

After Dr. Cho filled you in, you pulled out your phone to send a text to Peter.

Coco: (3pm) Hey love, meet me on the roof in 20?

Peter: (3:05pm)  I will be there.

You went up to the roof early, knowing the fresh air might help as you thought over everything Dr. Cho told you. There were about five minutes left until Peter was supposed to be up there when you heard the faint sound of webbing being shot through the air.

Peter made his way to you and sat down next to you.

“Hey, Coco, what is going on? Did you finally meet with the doctor?” You nodded and bit your lip slightly, hoping the pain would help give you the courage to tell Peter what was going on. “Please,” he whispered and he traced circles on the hand he was holding.

Taking a deep breath you said the first thing that popped into your mind,“Peter,” You looked up at him with wide eyes and placed both of your hands on your stomach, “Do you trust me?”

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I was in such a good writing groove

and now it’s gone.

but I FINALLY have an update for Highway to Hell! I posted two updates to my new two WIPS so i will post the update for highway tomorrow :)

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Summer at Camp Duff

Chapter 7

Where Steve Sneaks in and Surprises Stella

That weekend had been hell. The family reunion was awful, your parents had been awful and all you wanted was Steve. However, by the end of the reunion, you were just wanting to get back to the campground.

Finally, Monday came around and you breathed a sigh of relief. No more family. Just you, the woods, your coworkers and more letters from Steve. You were so grateful Steve had been so understanding, plus, it was an excuse to call him on the phone and hearing his voice got you through the weekend. He told you he would be pretty busy the next few weeks and anticipated fewer letters, but every day, you got another letter from Steve. These were a little shorter, but the fact that he was making time during training made your heart melt just a little more.

Four weeks had gone by and you were nearing the end of the summer. Just four more and you would be done. But four more also meant leaving for college, and you haven't spent enough time with Steve. In fact, the last time you saw him was as he drove away leaving you in the parking lot of Camp Duff.

You had time to yourself for the first time in too long and were taking advantage of it. You packed a backpack with food, your hammock and anything else you might need and let your supervisor know where you were heading off to.

The hike wasn’t too long, but it was far enough away that you knew no one would bother you. You set up your hammock and lounged in it, taking a short nap.

You had been out for only a few minutes when you heard a *snap!* and “Oh, Shit!”, then someone tumbling to the ground. You quickly rubbed your eyes and looked out, only to think you were going crazy. Sitting up quickly, you looked at the person in front of you. “Uh, are you going to say anything or just stare at me? I am generally okay with either, but you do know a photograph would last longer.”

“STEVE!” You jumped out of the hammock as gracefully as you could and barreled straight into him. “Hey, Stell. I miss you too,” he said while holding you as tightly as he could.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes before you both got in your hammock. You were so glad it was huge and could fit both of you. You rested your head on Steve’s chest as he filled you in about everything going on, the kids, training with Hopper, his parents. Steve started playing with your hair as you told him stories of camp and how you were nervous for it to end because you still weren’t sure what you were going to do.

“So, I was thinking,” Steve shifted slightly, getting a better view of you. “Uh, what if, you know, we… well… traveled? Or moved away? Or… anything honestly…” he trailed off and you stared at his stupidly beautiful face. “I don’t want to talk you out of going to college, I know that that is important to you and I will not be the one to take that away. But since neither of us really know what we want…”

“Steve, that sounds amazing. I would love to honestly do anything or go anywhere with you.” You looked up into those warm brown eyes of his and the desire to kiss him became overwhelming. Luckily, Steve felt it too and closed the gap, resting a hand on your cheek as your lips moved with his.

Once you both felt more satisfied than you had been since Steve left, Steve got out of the hammock and began setting up a tent.

“Steve, what is that for?” 

“Well, I didn’t make this drive up here to simply say hi and kiss you once, even if it was amazing.” He diverted his attention back to you from the tent he was setting up to give you a goofy smile. “I am going to camp up here. Now, I know you won't have much time to spend with me while you are doing your job, but that is why I brought these,” He fished through his backpack and pulled out two walkie-talkies. “Anytime you are free, just call me and I will meet you anywhere.”

You took the device he was holding out to you and quickly set it in your own bag. Steve was kneeling on the ground, still struggling with the tent. You watched him for a second longer before joining him and helping set it up. You were showing him where the poles went when he wrapped his arms around your waist and started peppering little kisses on your neck and shoulders. “Steve,” you giggled, “This tent will not ever get set up if you don’t stop distracting me!” “Oh, so… you want me to stop? Because I will… I mean even though I’ve been thinking about holding you, and kissing you for an entire month…” he shrugged and let go. You instantly missed his touch and glared at him playfully. “I am taking that as a no,” he smirked. He was about to pull you towards him when you interrupted him. “Let me please finish setting this up so that I know you’ll actually have some shelter to sleep in.” Steve gave you puppy dog eyes in response. “Please, Steve? Trust me, this is not what I want to be doing right now, but you need to know how to set this up.” He conceded and you showed him how to set his tent up. As soon as the last pole was in place Steve had practically tackled you and had pinned you to the ground kissing you deeply.

That week was better than the whole last month combined. Even if things were going wrong, you knew Steve was in a little tent not too far away. You found yourself sneaking off to see him, or meet him during the day or night any time you had the chance, while still making sure you were doing your job.

Friday rolled around and once all your kids had been picked up by their parents you were booking it up to where Steve was.

Except he wasn’t there.

He wasn’t in any of the other spots you two had met up at.

Or in the field, you guys had gone stargazing so long ago.

You were starting to get worked up and panicked when you couldn't find him.

You were about to give up when you saw a form with fluffy hair sitting at the edge of the dock, swinging his legs in the water, the walkie-talkie by his side.

You quickly made your way down the dock and sat down next to Steve. You felt silly for getting so worried and tried to hide it, but he knew. Somehow, even over letters, Steve always knew.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” the concern only growing on his face as you turned to him and sniffed a little. “It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s going to be okay, okay?”

Steve scooted away from the edge and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“It is so stupid.” you finally managed to get out.

“I am sure it isn’t. Please tell me?” he asked gently.

“I… I couldn’t find you, and I forgot about the walkie-talkies… when you weren’t at your little camp spot or any of our other meeting places I… my mind went to the worst-case scenario…. Uh, you know… Demogorgon or some upside-down shit… it sounds so stupid now but it just felt so real…”

Steve placed a soft kiss on your hair and held you tight. “It isn’t stupid, I promise it isn’t stupid.” his voice came out barely above a whisper.

You both sat like that until you felt more grounded, then you both picked up your stuff and were making your way to your cars.

“Uh, Stella?” you heard John’s voice behind you two, “Oh, hi Steve.”

“Hey John, is there anything you need before I leave on my weekend?” you set your stuff on the ground and Steve began loading things in the trunk.

“Well, can talk for a moment?” he asked awkwardly.

Panic started to rise in you and you followed you to a nearby bench. John was always so chatty and never seemed to have issues talking to people unless something bad had happened.

“Look, we just got a call from the Hawkins Hospital… something has happened to your parents. They couldn’t tell us, but you might want to go straight there. And, if you need to take time off, just give me a ring and it won't be an issue.”

You sat there in a daze for a moment, letting the words sink in. Steve had been close enough to hear what was happening and was by your side in a second. “Thank you, John,” Steve said as he led you to his car. He quickly unloaded your things from your car and threw them in his, before driving to the hospital.

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1. “Will you just stop for five minutes so I can explain?!” 2. They are like the sun 3. Truth or Dare 4. “I would really like to kiss you… if that’s okay…” 5. “If you got your nose out of those stupid books and your head out of the clouds maybe you would actually have some friends!” 6. “How the hell did we end up here?” “I have no idea, remember when we used to be happy?” 7. “Wow I cannot believe I am telling you this, but I have had the biggest crush on you since… well forever.” 8. “I DON’T HATE YOU… ok? I… I wish I hated you.”

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9. Dance, Dance by Fallout Boy 10. Skinny Love by Bon Iver 11. Still Into You by Paramore 12. Leave a Trace by CHVRCHES 13. Fake Happy by Paramore 14. Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman 15. You Always Make Me Smile by Kyle Andrews 16. Little Things by One Direction 17. You Really Got a Hold on Me by The Miracles 18. Over You by Ingrid Michealson & A Great Big Word 19. Tee Shirt by Birdie 20. Here Comes Your Man by Meaghan Smith 21. Unsteady by X Ambassadors  22. Delicate by Taylor Swift 23. Mother & Father by Broods

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Summer at Camp Duff

Part 6

Where Steve Says Goodbye and Stella Stays Behind

Part 5

A/N: This one is pretty short. Not sure if I’ll have one, or two more chapters, we shall see!

The last day arrived and everyone was practically buzzing with excitement. Your group was practically jumping up and down as they awaited their turn to present their skit, and soon they were on stage. They were funny, warm, and just a little inappropriate, but you expected nothing less.

Before you knew it, parents were pulling up to pick up their kids. All that was left in your group was, well the whole upside-down gang. You were all sitting down on the grass chatting when Dustin suddenly stood up and made you promise you would see them before you left for college.

“Yes, Dusty I pinky swear I will see you guys before I leave,” you held out your pinky to him and he happily took it. 

Suddenly a loud honking was coming from the pickup spot and you could see Hopper and Joyce standing outside the car, Hopper’s hand pushing into the horn. Everyone gathered their things and ran over to them, all talking at once about everything. It wasn’t until you heard a gentle voice calling your name that you walked over.

“Stella, thank you for taking care of everyone. If I had known you were the one with them, I wouldn’t have worried so much.” She said smiling warmly and embraced you in a big hug.

“Oh, Mrs. Byers, I was here though, you didn’t have to worry,” Steve said sassily to his pseudo-mom. “Oh no, I always have to worry when you’re around,” she said, letting go of you and embracing Steve.

“Whatever,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

All too soon, everyone had given you hugs and everything was piled into the Hopper-Byer’s car and they were driving off, leaving you and Steve walking to his car as slowly as you both could manage.

“So uh, this is it huh?” Steve said sadly. “Oh, I mean as in, I won't see you for a while, because you,” he said dropping his things and pulling you closer to him, “are mine.”

Steve watched as a huge grin erupted from your sad face, “That’s right Steve Harrington,” you said biting your lip slightly, “I. Am. Yours.” you said booping his nose between words.  Steve smiled at the silly act and smiled still as he kissed you senseless, pushing you up against his car.

“I could stay like this forever,” Steve whispered into your neck, placing lazy kisses on it.

“Mmmhmmm.” you agreed. You didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want Steve to leave. You didn’t want to be at summer camp all summer long instead of having lazy days in Steve’s bed.  Just the thought of it made your already tender heart break just a little more and a few tears ran down your soft cheeks.

“Hey, hey hey hey, it’s okay,” Steve started, noticing the change in your demeanor. “Listen, what are you doing this weekend? Shouldn’t you have like, two days off? We could go somewhere, just the two of us?”

You shook your head sadly, “No, it’s my weekend to be up here… But, I’ll have next weekend off!” You remembered.

“Perfect! Next weekend I will whisk you away from all of this, okay?” you nodded and Steve wiped some of the stray tears from your face, “in the meantime, I will write you every day, and if you ever have a chance,” he said pressing a piece of paper into your hand, “call me?”

“Okay. Okay, we can do this. I can do this.” you said, more to yourself than to him.

“Yes, we can. I adore you Stella Williams and I am not letting you go.”  All you could do was nod and bury your face in Steve’s chest.

Finally, he loaded up his car, gave you a long kiss to remember him by, and drove away, leaving you there looking like a sad puppy.

That weekend, all you had to do was make sure no one messed with the campground... There were a few other counselors there, but you did your best to avoid them, wanting some time to yourself.

Even though it was only two days, you went on little hikes and went swimming, all the while, Steve was on your mind. Monday rolled around and you were getting some things ready for the new wave of kids when John came around with the mail. “Hey, Stella looks like you got a letter.” He said, smiling. You took the letter from him and ran off to find a quiet spot to read it. My Darling Stella,

It has only been like, a day since I saw you last and boy do I miss you. Even the shitheads won't stop talking about you whenever I’m around, so you are literally always on my mind. My parents were here today, and have given me a lot of shit about… well, life. It sucks. They keep badgering me about going to college, but I just don’t feel like that’s for me, you know? I think I might actually do a little internship or whatever with Hawkins Police. I’ll basically be following around Hopper all day every day. He’s pretty cool so it wouldn’t be that bad, plus I think I could be a really good cop. Who knows.

Sorry I have to keep this one short, especially since it’s the first letter I am sending you. I have to go babysit.

Yours, Steve Harrington

You read and re-read the words in his messy handwriting over and over. Damn his parents for not listening to him! He would make an amazing police officer if he wanted to be. Unfortunately, you heard horns honking as the parent’s dropped their kids off. You folded up the letter neatly and put it back in its envelope before putting it in your back pocket.

That week had been a doozy. Some of the kids in your group weren’t getting along, and then Suzanne broke her arm the third day and you rode with her to the hospital. You kept getting your hopes up though. Anytime you saw someone whos hair even slightly resemble Steve’s you would get butterflies. Then they’d turn around and it wasn’t him.

You finally found a moment to yourself and wrote back to Steve.

My Steve,

This week has been insane. I took a girl to the hospital since she broke her arm. I had told her not to go off of that one rope swing since the water wasn’t high enough, but she didn’t listen. Obviously, since she broke her arm. I think you would make an amazing cop. I was just talking to some Paramedics, and they sound like they have a pretty cool job, too, just in case you want to keep your options open. I am sorry your parents aren’t listening to you. That’s really shitty. If I were there we could run away and never have to deal with our shitty parents ever again. Boy, do I miss you. Not even just because of all this, but my co-counselor this week has been awful. He talks shit about some of our kids, and some of the other counselors. No doubt he’ll be talking about me after this week. Ugh, he’s looking for me.

I AM VERY EXCITED TO SEE YOU THIS WEEKEND!

All my heart, Stella Williams

Steve was true to his word. He would send you letters every day, even if you could only respond to every couple of letters.

Finally, the weekend was almost there. Just two days until you’d see Steve when you got another letter. This one was from your parents.

Stella,

We hope camp is going well. We know you have this weekend off and we have a family thing that you are required to go to, no exceptions.

We expect to see you at the house as soon as possible on Saturday

Mom and Dad.

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Do you trust me?

Peter Parker x OC (chronically ill, mobility aid user) Colette “Coco” Barton

Once your mom and dad split, you both moved in with your Uncle Clint, your mom’s brother. Having access to the medical team at the avengers compound ended up changing your life, in more ways than one.

A/N: OKAY I AM POSTING THIS NOW. Multi-chapter fic. PLEASE give me constructive criticism. I want to grow as a writer.

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Chapter One

Just weeks after your 18th birthday, your mom, Norah, finally had enough. Your dad had been getting fed up with you being sick all the time and thought you were faking. He had started treating you badly after you had had a really good day, seemingly out of the blue. He yelled at you saying you were a lying, ungrateful daughter who took advantage of him and your mom. Your mom tried fighting for you, but then your father began fighting your mom. Ending in their divorce when it started escalating. Clint had been as active as he could be in his sister’s life, but with the avengers taking up most of his time when he isn’t at home with his wife and kids, it’s his wife Laura who keeps tabs on you and your mom the most. Once the divorce was final, Clint and Laura insisted on you and Norah moving in with them, at least until they could get everything together. Although if it were up to them, especially Clint, you guys would move in permanently.

“Coco, are you getting up today?” your uncle called down the hallway.

“Yeah Uncle Clint, I think so!” you were getting dressed for the first time in about a week. The stress of the divorce, the move, and your illness had rendered you bedbound.

“Okay, Laura has some breakfast going for you and the kids” he knocks on your door and you let him in “Norah has some job interviews in the city today and left early. She didn’t want to wake you up” he informed you as he pulled you into a gentle hug, kissing your hair.

“You off to work?”

“Yeah, I’ve just got some meetings today though, so I should be back tonight.”

Grabbing your cane to help you down walk down the hallway, you followed Clint as he led you to the kitchen.

“Well good morning sleepyhead!” Laura sang as she saw you, scooping  some eggs and bacon onto your plate. Aunt Laura was maybe the most understanding out of everyone about your illness, besides your mom. She had been there by her side throughout the entire process of you receiving your diagnosis, as well as how much harder your father had made it on the both of you. Uncle Clint and Aunt Laura were some of your biggest supporters and you would always be grateful to them.

What you didn’t know was that Clint Barton didn’t have any avenger related meetings that day. Clint had set some up with Tony, Bruce Banner, Dr. Cho, and the other medical staff. He wanted to see what they knew about your illness, and what they could find out. The Avengers compound had the most advanced medical and research technology. Clint knew that if you were going to have a shot at leading a life with less pain, and maybe more mobility, they were the ones who could help. “Alright you guys, I have Colette’s medical records here. All I am asking is that you look it over, and think about the things we have talked about today. I hate seeing my niece in so much pain and I feel like this is her last shot.” At that Clint excused everyone, thanking them for their time.

A month later

You had taken it easy lately, finally recuperating from all the changes going on. Looking outside your window, the sun was shining as spring was just starting to warm up. You had been feeling fairly good that morning, so you decided you would take a little walk around the Barton farm. Your doctors had told you that you ought to keep moving when you could, not wanting you to become weaker or lose some of the muscle you had built up from physical therapy. After eating breakfast, you pulled on a few extra layers. Even if it wasn’t all that cold to the others, it caused you a lot of pain. You’ve had a degenerative joint disease that got really, really bad in high school. After that you started experiencing widespread, chronic pain in your connective tissue as well as fatigue. It killed any chance you had at furthering your love of running. Once your illness continued to progress, your mom had pulled you out of school and you began taking courses online. The school district, not wanting you to fall behind during flare ups, set it up so that you could do school all year long. Your illnesses limited your abilities drastically, so you put all your effort into your classes, because of this, you ended up graduating early, but just barely.

Plugging headphones into your phone and grabbing your cane, you slowly made your way to the expanse of land your Aunt and Uncle lived on. SHIELD had made sure Clint’s family would be safe, in fact, no one really knew about them besides those closest to the arrow shooting superhero. It was nice, being out here. You could actually hear yourself think. While living in the city was nice, all the traffic and noise had given you a difficult time, especially when your brain became foggy, whether out of the blue or because of the pain.

The brain fog was one of the most frustrating things that happened for you. You were incredibly smart, which is one of the reasons you were able to graduate early. You always caught on to things easily, and as it turned out, you had a knack for science and music. You loved the way science allowed you to solve problems, which let’s be real, you had a lot of problems. Before you had gotten really sick you had hopes of getting further into scientific research, wanting to try to help people like yourself. But that was one of the things your illness took from you. You never felt like you could have any plans for the future; never knowing how many months or years until you were completely bed bound because of pain. That’s where music came in for you. It was a way for you to escape and express yourself.  You could play just about any instrument you picked up. You played less now though, the joints in your fingers had been causing you more pain. In addition to playing, you had playlists made for the different kind of days you were having, mixtapes your parents had made for each other when they were teenagers, your favorite albums on vinyl, and racks on racks of CDs.

When you were at home, you preferred to use  these to listen to music instead of  always plugging into your phone. In fact, you had quite the love hate relationship with your phone. Sometimes it was your lifeline, your access to the outside world, your ability to communicate on extremely bad days. Other days it was a reminder of the life you should have had. You would get texts from old friends at random times about dates they were going on, colleges they were going to, how much they missed the “old” you. Then there was the internet. You would see people succeeding in everything when most days you could barely get up in the morning. Usually it only made you feel sad, but on occasion, you would get angry.

Unexpectedly you felt someone tapping on your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts. You took your headphones off and turned around to see your cousin Cooper.

“Hey Coco, there are some people with dad here to see you. Mom asked me to come get you!” his smile was insanely wide. Who would be here for you? The only people Uncle Clint and Aunt Laura ever brought over were the Avengers…. No. no no no no no. You had heard so many stories about the amazing things they’ve done. How they are constantly saving the world. Why would they want to meet you??? You were panicking a little bit as you made your way back to the house with Cooper. You checked your reflection in the window before you entered cursing yourself for not bothering to do much to your appearance today.

“Ah! Here she is! Colette, let me introduce you to my coworkers” Your uncle said as he winked at you. “This here is Tony Stark, Dr. Bruce Banner, Dr. Cho, and  Peter Parker” he pointed out each of them as they all shook your hand. Except for Peter. He just looked up at you with wide eyes and gave you an awkward smile.

“Uh, it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you said politely, still confused.

Until it clicked. Two out of the four had the title of Dr. while you knew Tony Stark was a genius. You knew nothing of Peter, except that he was cute... What in the world was Uncle Clint up to?

“May I ask why you are all here?” you said, turning to your uncle who had the biggest smile you had seen from him in a while. He had been working a lot lately, even though you didn’t see much on the news about the team of heroes.

“I thought you told her already Legolas” Tony looked at him sternly.

“I wanted to surprise you, Colette. I have been talking to them about your condition and we may have found something to help you!” He was beaming as he explained to you what they had been meeting about before you interrupted him.

“Uncle Clint, you know I love you, and I know you mean well. But don’t you think you should have talked to me and my mom before you started this whole thing?” you came off a lot angrier than you meant to but it did the job, stopping him in his tracks. “You disclosed private medical records with people I don’t know. Yeah they may be the best but that isn’t something you can just do! This… this…. I just can’t right now.” Looking your uncle in the eyes again was a mistake. You could see he was hurt, and you know he means well, but this isn’t something you could take lightly. “It was nice to meet you all, but I need to excuse myself.” Picking your cane back up and turning the music back on you walked back out the doors as quickly as possible. After you carefully made your way up the shaky ladder, leading to the little tree house Uncle Clint had made for your cousins, you slammed the door.

“Aaaah!” you scream into your hands, burying your face in your arms as you sit against one of the walls. “I can’t believe this!!! Why didn’t he just ask me!!!!” you continue to yell to yourself.

“Hmm, that went well” Bruce said turning to look at the others.

“Wait wait wait. Clint, you didn’t talk to Coco or Norah about this??” Laura asked her husband incredulously, “you should have known how she would have taken it, and now you are going to have to explain to your sister why you upset Coco so much.”

Clint looked down at his feet awkwardly. The other avengers, hadn’t ever seen Clint like this and began to feel a little out of place, except Tony who was trying with all his might not to snicker too loudly at the sight of Hawkeye looking so defeated at the hands of his own niece.

“I-“

“Hey I’m home! Is Coco up and about today?” Norah Barton walked in, surveyed the group in front of her, noticing your absence. “Clint, what is going on?”

“I need to explain something to you sis… you aren’t going to be too happy with me” he looked at his sister like he was going to be sick.

They went upstairs, and the avengers heard quite a bit of yelling from Norah. She was very protective of you, especially about your health. Near the end of her marriage to your father, he had signed you up for some experiments behind her back. Not wanting you to ever feel like you weren’t the one in control of your health, she chewed your father out. That was the beginning of the end.

While everything was going on, no one noticed Peter slip out.

As you sat in the tree house, the music playing in your ears began to annoy you. Taking off the headphones you opted to instead listen to the quiet whistle of the wind.

-A few more minutes passed when you heard a quite knock on the treehouse door.

“Go away!” you try yelling, but it comes out more exasperated and tired than anything “I really don’t want to talk right now Uncle Clint.”

“Um, yeah, it’s uh, it’s me, Peter. Peter Parker? I saw you come in here and it’s been a little while since you left and just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come up. How did you get around all the security bells?” You open the door to see the boy, who looked about your age, hanging upside down.

“AHH! WHAT. HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT!” accidentally screaming in his face he turned bright red and fell onto the little porch. “OhmygoshIamsosorry!” You helped him back to his feet and let him in.

“It’s okay! Really! After I was bitten by a spider in highschool I got super powers, allowing me to stick to things, which is how I can hang upside down. I also made these webs to help me swing around…. But I really just wanted to tell you something…. That was really crappy what Hawkeye did. He should have told you he was meeting with us and talking about you… If I or Banner had known, we really wouldn’t have gone along with it until you were on board.” The smaller avenger looked down at his hands as he spoke, nervously playing with them.

“Thank you, Peter. I really appreciate that.” He finally looked up to you and smiled, causing you to blush, suddenly extremely conscious of the other, you took a step back to create a little more space between you and the very cute superhero . You sit back down and pat the floor next to you before continuing. “I really didn’t mean to make a big scene back there. I just… because of my dad I never really got a say about my health. He resented me, and felt like I had been a waste of money…. Anyways, since mom and I left I finally had control and I couldn’t help but feel like my uncle just tried taking that from me, whether he realized it or not.” You bit your lip and looked back up at Peter, who was staring. Now it was his turn to blush as he stared at your lips. You felt a flurry in your stomach and thought you were going to be sick for a moment, before you realized that it was butterflies, not your normal nausea.

“That makes sense.” Peter snapped his head back to face forward “It would suck to have your privacy violated like that. Again, I’m really sorry. I should go back, but I uh, I hope I see you around Colette!” He smiled even bigger than he had earlier and it caused more butterflies to start rioting inside you.

“Yeah, okay, that would be great. I should actually head back in there too. Mind if I walk back with you?

With a quick nod of his head he helped you up. You were about to make the slow climb back down the ladder when all at once, peter was behind you talking.

“Hey, can you just, trust me for a minute?” he said delicately, his mouth right next to your ear.

“What??”

“Do you trust me?”

“UhyeahsurePeterwhatsgoingon”. As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you were yanked up, flying through the air. Peter holding onto you with one arm, the other had a web connected to a nearby tree. You let out a scream, when all at once you were safely on the ground, and a whole lot closer to the house.

Turning around wide eyed you looked back at Peter who was giggling. Like actually giggling. “WHAT. THE. H-“

“COCO ARE YOU OKAY!” your mom burst out of the house.

“Uh yeah I think so?” you looked to her then back to Peter.

“Sorry Ms…. Uh Colette’s mom… that was my fault. I was just showing her my superpower to get her down from the tree house… I am gonna just go…” He quickly retreated back to where the others were waiting for him and gave you a quick wave goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mom came to stand by you as you both watch the lot of them drive away.

“That, mom was FREAKING SPIDERMAN!” you say as you turn to her excitedly.

“Well, freaking spiderman is a very handsome young man” she replied to you with a wink.

Once back inside, you and your mom eat in your room together. You haven’t seen much of each other lately since she got a job in the city, but it was near the Avengers Compound, so her brother has been dropping her off. You told your mom about everything that had happened that afternoon, from the surprise of Uncle Clint sharing your medical history with superhero friends, to the 20 or so minutes you spent with Peter. In turn she tells you a little about work and the chat she had with her brother.

“Now Coco. I know my brother went about this in the worst possible way. But…. I actually think this might be a really good opportunity for you” you gave her an unsatisfied look before she continued. “Listen. These guys are all really smart, and after chewing my brother out for the breach in information I talked to Dr. Cho, Tony and Dr. Banner for a little bit. They have some really good ideas to help you. I will not, however, push you. This is your decision. I know you have recently gotten into a good groove with your health, but you might as well hear them out, you know?”

“Yeah… if I wasn’t as mad, and quite frankly disappointed in the spy of an uncle I have, I think I would be willing to talk to them.” You smiled up at your mother who was sitting across from you. “That doesn’t mean I am not going to give Uncle Clint a hard time about this whenever I can!!”

At that your mom laughed. “Yeah, just give him a little slack. You can be a little much to handle when you want to be.”

Realizing it was getting late, your mom cleaned up your dinners and said goodnight, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you my little chocolate chip” she said as she ruffled your hair. “Yeah, love you too momma”.

After she left your room to go to sleep you spent most of the night researching your uncle’s coworkers, finally falling asleep with your laptop open on your bed around 3 am.

It had been a few weeks since you had been approached about letting the medical and scientific research team take a look at you. So when you showed up at the Avengers compound you were incredibly nervous. You were going to be staying there for a few weeks for observation and testing to see what they could find out about your illnesses.

Uncle Clint helped you bring your stuff into your new room and helped as you unpacked a bit.

“So Coco, what is up with all the music? You brought an entire music store!!!” he teased. You only rolled your eyes, him knowing full well your need for music.

“Well, I guess I will let you finish up in here. I will be just down the hall. If you need me you can have F.R.I.D.A.Y. get me”.

Jerking your head around to look at him “Who is Friday???”

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y. mind introducing yourself?”

“Certainly Hawkeye” a voice coming from nowhere said. “Colette Barton, I am FRIDAY, artificial intelligence and security at the Avengers Compound. If you need anything at all you have to do is ask.”

You looked wide eyed at your uncle as he shrugged and walked out the door.

“I think I am gonna like this place” you said to yourself once he had shut the door behind him.

You wouldn’t meet with the team put together until the next day so you had some time to explore a little bit. Feeling tired from unpacking, you got in your wheelchair and rolled yourself around the compound. That’s when you found yourself in a kitchen/living area somewhere on the same floor as your room . No one was there, so you decided to poke around, looking for some food. As you started to stand up to reach some cookies on the top shelf you saw a  web shoot thru the air connecting to the cookies you had wanted. Turning yourself around you saw the face who would not leave your mind since you met him.

“I was wondering if you were ever gonna show up!” He walked over to you, handing you the cookies. “I thought you would be in the lab with everyone else. How late are you here today?” He asked.

“Oh, actually everything is starting tomorrow. I’m gonna be here for a few weeks, at least” you said with a sly smile as recognition passed the boys handsome features.

“YOU MOVED IN?! THIS IS BETTER THAN I THOUGHT!” realizing he was yelling, his face flushed red again. “I uh, I’m glad I will get to see you more Colle-“ suddenly an alarm started going off. FRIDAYs voice came over the pa system telling the avengers there was a nearby threat. Suddenly you saw the whole Avenger team, Thor, the god of thunder included, running about to secure the building, not noticing you.

Within minutes everyone had gathered back. Turns out there was an animal roaming around that FRIDAY mistook as an intruder.

“Well, at least FRIDAY noticed, right?” you heard voices from down the hall. Once the alarm went off, you figured it would be best for you to get out of the way, you retreated back to your room.

Once the alarms had turned off, you put your favorite Beatles album on your record player. As sounds of Paul McCartney’s voice filled your room with the words to ‘Love me do’ you heard a small knock on your door. Instead of getting up, you decided to just ask FRIDAY who it was. Once confirming it was your uncle, Tony Stark and Dr. Banner, you had the AI let them in.

“Well, looks like someone’s got good taste in music!” the overly friendly playboy/philanthropist said as he made his way to shake your hand. “Good to see you here. It looks like you’ve started to settle in?” you only nodded your head and he continued. “Good. Listen, tomorrow we want to start you out on a series of tests that will let us see how much your joints have degenerated over time and at what rate, after that we-“ Dr. Banner spoke up for the first time since you met him. “Tony” he said, almost patronizing him “let’s not load everything off on her at once”.

“I was just explaining the day ahead of her Green Giant.” Tony quipped.

Shaking his head at Tony’s nickname he turned to you “Look, we want you to be as involved in this as possible. We can give you information and then you get to make the decisions. The first thing we are going to do tomorrow is actually give your mobility aids a bit of an upgrade, if that is okay with you?”

“That sounds fantastic! Actually, can I help? I know a bit about mechanics and would love any and all information you could give me.” You were smiling practically ear to ear. You hadn’t been able to do anything like this in a long time and you were going to take advantage of this whenever you could.

“That’s right, your mom told us you were very into science in high school. We will not hold any information from you. You are an adult, and this is your life here. We will respect that first and foremost. We will have FRIDAY let us know when you wake up and will plan accordingly. Your mother should be here around 10 tomorrow. Welcome Colette, we are all very excited.” Dr. Banner shook your hand, as well as Tony before they left, only your uncle hanging back.

“Listen, if at any time they... we” he corrected “become too much. Just say the word and we will back off. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the respect you deserved when I began talking to them about this, but I promise to make sure it isn’t overstepped again.” Smiling you pulled your uncle into a quick hug and thanked him. “I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing, but let me or anyone really know if you need anything, okay kid?”

“Yeah, will do Uncle C.”

You fell asleep rather quickly, unfortunately, it was only to drift off into dreams of your father, and the abuse he put you and your mother through. You woke up sweating and shook your head to try to rid yourself of the images that were just playing in your mind. Knowing that was all the sleep you were going to get you started to get up, slowly dressing in a loose, gray tank top, a pair of black leggings and your sneakers. You had a random bout of energy, so you decided to do a bit of walking. Grabbing your cane, you walked to the kitchen and found a man with long, dark hair on the couch, chatting lightly with another man with blond hair. In the kitchen was a woman cooking, but instead of flipping things with her hands, there was a red energy around the spatula that she controlled, flipping the pancakes and tossing them on the pile when they were ready.

Realizing you were staring, the woman cleared her voice, before speaking, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hi, I am Wanda! You must be Colette!” she said, in an accent you didn’t recognize.

“Oh! Hey wanda! The scarlet witch, right? Yes, that would be me. I’m assuming you’ve heard about me from my uncle?” You say, shaking her hand. “Yes, but I think I have heard more from our little spider” she said with a coy smile. At that the two men in the living area got up to introduce themselves.

Reaching out to gently (and you noticed it was very gentle) shake your hand. Your uncle must have warned them to be soft. “Hi, Colette, I’m Steve Rogers, and this here is Bucky Barnes! It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Oh! I know who you guys are!” you blurted out, turning bright red. “Uh… good work you guys do.” You slunk back over to where Wanda was making you a plate, when you heard a crash. Jumping at the noise you saw your Peter slide in.

“Little Spider! We were just talking about you!” Wanda said with a huge smile.

“Oh! Who, me? What why oh Wanda please don’t call me little spider you know I don’t like it!” He said very quickly. His face was turning the same shade of red as his pajamas. That’s when he looked down to where you were looking and turned an even deeper shade once he realized he just so happened to be wearing his spiderman pjs. “Oh… uh…..” “I like them!” you said “the pjs. They’re cool” a huge smile creeped onto his face, helping him feel more confident. He grabbed himself a plate of food and sat down on the counter across from where you were at, glancing up at you every so often.

Once you finished breakfast (and your secret glances at Peter) you headed back to your room to inform FRIDAY that you were ready for today’s testing to being.

Chapter 2

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The Summer at Camp Duff

Part 3 (1 of 2)

Where the Hair-iams Have a Lake Day

A/N: Whaaat posting twice in one day??? This one is really short, just some lead up to the second half of part 3, where we get to learn more about Stella and the mysteries surrounding her :)

Part 2

“Alrighty little Hair-iams! Get your swimming suits on, it is time to go swimming!!” you called out once your group made it back to the cabins.

Soon there were 10 pre-teens jumping into the lake. You were currently sitting under a canopy applying sunscreen to your long freckled legs. You were wearing your red and white striped swimming suit and a pair of high waisted shorts.

“Hey Stella!!! Come join us!!!” Max yelled from on a little square dock in the middle of the lake.

“Alright, give me a minute!” you shimmied out of your shorts and finished applying sunscreen to your hips since your one-piece had high cut legs. After waiting a few minutes to let your skin soak in the sunscreen, you walked down the long dock where Steve was standing, watching the kids.

“Hey Steve, you know there is a lifeguard, right? You’re allowed to swim and join in. Actually, we are encouraged to.”

Steve looked over at you and nearly choked on the water he was drinking. You looked stunning in your bathing suit, but he also noticed he could see the hundreds of little scars covering your hip.

He realized you were still talking and he was still staring. He knew this wasn't the time, or place to talk about it and knew you didn’t want to talk about it, so instead, he scooped you up and jumped into the water.

You came up from under the water to see Steve wearing a shit-eating grin.

“You’re the Worst Steve Harrington,” you said splashing him, before swimming off to join Max and El on the little dock.

Steve swam off to find Dustin, who was in a canoe with Lucas.

You had been sitting with the girls for a while, when Max decided she would try to go flip the canoe Dustin and Lucas were in with Steve, leaving you alone with El.

El turn towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Sister.”

“Yeah, El, I remember. Sister,” you said putting an arm around the girl.

Steve had swam over to see if you guys would help flip the canoe, hoping El could secretly use her powers when he overheard the exchange you shared with the girl. Deciding to play it cool, he splashed the two of you from where he had come up behind you.

“STEVE!” you yelled after seeing it was him. “You are gonna get it!” You jumped in and swam after Steve. After catching up to him you started splashing him back, feeling like you were 5 again since you guys were acting so immature.

You and Steve got worn out quickly, and found yourselves on a dock, laying in the sun.

“Man, I should probably head back to some shade,” you said standing up from your spot on the dock appraising your pale skin, hoping the sunscreen you put on had held up.

“Oh, yeah okay.” Steve sat up, running his hand through his hair. “Would you, uh, like some company?”

“Sure.”

Once you guys made it back, you slipped your shorts back on and threw an oversized t-shirt on over your bathing suit. You wrung out your hair and towel dried it a little before braiding it back. Steve stretched out in the sunshine, next to the canopy on his towel and watched as you finished braiding your hair.

Steve turned onto his stomach “Hey Stella, why does the back of your shirt say ‘Scout’?”, he asked.

“Have you ever read the book ‘How to Kill a Mockingbird’?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while though, I’m not sure I really remember much from it, besides booradley.”

“Okay, well, Jean-Louise’s nickname is Scout. She was always a little rougher than girls were supposed to be.” You explained sitting next to Steve while staying in the shade. “Well, once my mom realized that I was the same, she started calling me Scout. It was probably the most loving my mom has ever been towards me, so I still use the nickname.”

“Cool, I mean it fits too since you do the camp thing and all,” Steve said playing with some sand.

You continued to chat and found out more about Steve and how he became the ‘worlds best babysitter’. You smiled to yourself as he talked, you could hear just how much he loved those "shitheads" as he called them.

Part 3 (2 of 2)

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Over You with Wanda and Pietro. The song implies it's a love story thing, but I feel like the words just got so well for the two of them especially after his death

EXCUSE ME AS I GO CRY

Over You

Wanda x Pietro (NON-ROMANTIC, Obvs)

Dear Diary, or whateverIt has been 6 months since he was taken from me, I should be okay, right? We were able to get over our parent’s passing, but then again, I still had Pietro.

I woke up today with the images replaying in my mind. How I could feel Pietro’s spirit being separated from his body, his spirit is taken away from me. I could feel it.

Why am I even doing this. I started seeing a ‘therapist’ per Tony’s incessant demands. She told me writing about my feelings would help me, but I just feel stupid…

Okay okay, I am giving this another try.

When Pietro was taken from me, it’s like our life flashed before my eyes as he fell to the ground. How he would laugh at everything I did when we were little, but in a happy positive way. It made me feel less embarrassed because my dear twin understood.

When we were trapped under the rubble from the explosion that killed our parents, Pietro held me, tighter than anyone has ever held me.

Then again when the experiments with HYDRA, Pietro held me as we both cried when the pain became too excruciating. 

We were so excited when we met Ultron. We thought he would bring peace, but oh how wrong we were.  It was he who caused my twin’s death.

Maybe if I tell myself enoughMaybe if I doI’ll get over you

I’ll get over your death.I’ll get over the empty space in my chest where my beating heart used to be.I’ll get over how handsome and happy he looked that day when we got ready to defeat Ultron with the Avengers.

Except your death is with me in every waking and sleeping moment. Always around me, much like he was in his life.

Maybe if I tell myself enough…

Without Pietro, I feel as if I am constantly falling. Falling short.

Maybe if I do…

Without Pietro, I feel as if I am living a half-life.

Maybe I’ll get over you.

Over You by Ingrid Michaelson and A Great Big World

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Do You Trust Me

Chapter Three

A/N: I realized I have updated my new fic way more than this one, so here is chapter 3!!!

You woke in the morning, still remembering what had happened with Peter two months back. From dancing in the diner, sneaking up to watch a movie, and then the way he kissed you goodnight after dropping you off back at your room all replayed in your mind.

“Colette, I had an amazing time with you tonight,” Peter whispered as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving his hand on your neck. The lingering contact caused your face to turn that all too familiar color of pink.

“I did too Peter,” you said softly, glancing up to look into warm, brown eyes.

“I hope we can do this again sometime… soon?” he questioned. At this point all you could do was nod. All the while you had both been inching closer and closer to the other.

“Good,” he said even quieter as he pulled you into a kiss, closing the distance. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer to you and you felt his hand snake around your waist. This was your third kiss that night and you were already addicted to how it felt.

All too soon, he pulled away.

“I should let you go,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Goodnight Coco”.

“Goodnight Peter,” you said before he turned the corner.

You two had easily fallen into a routine. You guys would hang out together any moment you could. Steal glances at the other as the team worked with you on your health. Small touches as you passed the other by in the hall. The hurried kisses before Peter left on a mission. Everyone knew what was going on, but somehow by not announcing it to everyone, it felt like it was your little secret.

After a while of laying in bed, you decided you would get up and get ready for the day. When you left your room, the halls were empty, which wasn’t too unusual since it was nearly noon and everyone else got up way earlier than you did.

But still, you were alone as you pulled out ingredients for omelets.

You were alone as you sat on the island, eating.

You were still alone when you got to the lab.

Confused, you decided to ask FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY, where is everyone?” your concern growing when you realized the AI had not answered you. You really were alone.

“Okay,” you said to yourself, “calm down, it’s probably just some routine checks? Right? Oh please let me be right…” you grabbed the gear Tony and Peter had made you, throwing on the other braces and compression shorts. Silently thanking yourself for already wearing the knee braces. You had been getting stronger since the braces helped with the joint pain and the pressure, so you found yourself wearing them more often. You started quietly running through the compound, after grabbing the closest weapon you could find, a handgun, trying to find any signs of another person.  You decided to check everyone’s rooms first to make sure nothing looked too out of the ordinary.

Everyone’s rooms looked alright, and you silently thanked God you haven’t run into any ‘bodies’.That’s when you found yourself in a security room, filled with little screens of the entire compound. You quickly scanned them to try and find any sign of movement.

That’s when you saw it. Peter was in his spiderman suit on the roof, and you saw Steve and Bucky running around outside. Unfortunately, there was more.  Not only were there people dressed in dark gear running around outside, but there were some on the lower floors, and one headed your way.

“Okay” you whispered to yourself. “I know how to use a gun, I just need to make sure it’s loaded, and that the safety is off,” you instructed yourself, as you checked the gun, grateful it was already loaded. You repeated the words your Uncle Clint had said to you when he taught you how to shoot. You hadn’t thought it was necessary, but boy you were glad now. At least you weren’t a terrible shot. You watched as the person got closer and closer to the security room. You found a place to hide, where you could still see the security footage playing. The person stopped right outside the room. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, aiming your gun. They quietly opened the door. Once you had a clear target you squeezed the trigger.

*BANG!*

“Hey! Did you guys hear that! I didn’t think anyone else was in the compound.” Steve sounded worried over the comm.

Peter went wide-eyed “Colette… she’s… she… it’s gotta be her!” “Go Spidey, we can handle this on our own” Bucky shouted as he threw a lethal blow to the agent he was fighting.

Peter’s feet carried him faster than he’s ever ran before. Leaping all over the building until he made it to the residential quarters. Using what he learned from breaking into the Washington Monument so many years ago, he burst through his window. Remembering you could still be in danger, he quietly leaped onto the ceiling, knowing it would be his best bet as to not be seen. Unfortunately, the screens showing Peter creeping on the ceiling were out of sight so you thought you were still completely alone. He continued making his way thru the compound when he saw it. Two more agents had made their way in and found one of their own with a bullet in his chest. It was too late for the first one though. As soon as you saw them, you let out a calming breath and pulled the trigger again shakily, letting a whizzing bullet fly through the air, hitting him. The second agent startled, but pulled his gun out on you. He was about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice from above. “Karen! Grenade web!” a web a web shot out from where the device landed, throwing the other agent against a nearby wall, covered in webs.

“Colette! Colette are you in there!” he called nervous that he was too late, even though he watched the first agent go down and incapacitated the second one himself.

“Peter?” you cried out. You ran out to him where he picked you up in a tight embrace, breathing you in.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

You and Peter had been running through the compound, both on alert, when Steve and Bucky found you. Lucky for them, they were super soldiers with the reflexes of… well super soldiers, because as soon as you saw Bucky’s dark form you pulled the trigger once again, seeing it was your friend all too late.

“NO BUCKY!” You yelled as he dodged your bullet, it sinking into the wall behind him.

He looked at you, eyes wide. He took a second to recover from the surprise, then went to inspect where the bullet landed in the wall. You quickly dropped the gun, which Peter caught and put the safety on.

“Colette! You tried to shoot me!” Bucky said, shocked.

Steve, looking more impressed than shocked, “you would’ve gotten him too, that would have hit you riiiiiight there.” Steve said as he brought his finger right between Bucky’s eyes. Exactly where you had hit the other two agents.

“I am sooooo sorry!!!! Bucky! I didn’t realize it was you!” You ran over to where he was still standing, staring at the bullet in the wall.

He let out a deep breath and pulled you into a hug. Bucky could feel you shaking, and gave you a tight squeeze.

“Mmm grd u mmvd” you mumbled into the burly man.

“Coco, I have no idea what you just said”

Pulling away you looked up to Bucky sighing.

“I said, I’m glad you moved…” “You and me both, kid.”

Once the rest of the Avengers were back from various meetings and missions, and FRIDAY has been rebooted Steve updated everyone on the events of the morning.

“That’s when we found Peter and Colette.” Steve finished and Tony piped up.

“Um, does anyone know why there is a bullet hole in one of the freshly painted and redone walls?”

“Uh, yeah, Tony?” you spoke up, “that was, uh… me.”

Tony then burst into a fit of laughter.

“You... You shot my wall?” he said between deep breaths to try to regain some of his composure. “I would love to hear that side of the story!” You suddenly found all eyes on you, so you carefully recounted what had happened to you when you remembered neither you nor Peter had told anyone about the webbed up agent in the hallway. “OH CRAP! PETER!” you turned to him panicking. “THE AGENT IN THE HALL!” you screamed. He then booked it, with everyone following after. Luckily, the agent was still there, knocked out.

“Oh, well, I am glad this came up.” Clint sighed, still floored that you had successfully shot two HYDRA agents.

“Ugh blood stains in the carpet? Colette Barton where do you get off? Do you enjoy destroying our lovely home?” Tony teased.

“Well Coco, you sure do fit in here” Natasha added to the sounds of praise in your direction nudging you slightly with her elbow. “Now everyone has taken a shot at Bucky!” That caused everyone to crack up, even Bucky, but he sounded more sarcastic than anything.

After the meeting ended and the others took the HYDRA agent to be interrogated, you found yourself all alone. You didn’t like the feeling, especially after this morning. You went to go find anyone, hoping for one web shooting individual especially.

To your delight, you found him throwing together some food in the kitchen.

“Hey! The woman of the hour!” Peter said as he threw his arms around you. You allowed yourself to be enveloped in him, letting out a sigh of relief. You finally were able to relax in his arms. That’s when the adrenaline wore off and the events of the day took over you. Peter felt you shaking slightly. “Hey, hey hey hey, it’s okay. What’s the matter???” He pulled away so that he could look at you. Seeing tears falling from your eyes, he cupped your face in his hands and dropped his forehead to meet yours. You brought your hands up to rest on his forearms, and he kissed your forehead every once in a while, letting you cry.

Once you felt the last of your tears fall, you sniffed again loudly before speaking, your voice dripping with the pain and fear you had finally started to feel.

“Peter… I …. I shot people…. I KILLED people! I …. I…almost died..” “Shhh, I know, it’s okay” he whispered, pulling you into him again. “It isn’t your fault. You were protecting yourself and I would never let those bastards hurt you.” Peter continued to reassure you as you faced another bout of tears. He led you over to the closest couch and sat down, pulling you to sit on top of him, so that he could still hold you.

That’s how you were when the others found you, wrapped up in Peter, crying. You couldn’t see the tears in his eyes as he lovingly talked to you. Nor could you see Peter sternly motion for everyone to leave.

After a while you had fallen asleep like that, in the loveseat Peter had been holding you in. When you woke up, however, you were in an unfamiliar room. It was by the smell that you figured you were in Peter’s room, in his bed. You panicked for a minute thinking he had left you alone again, but he walked out of the bathroom, with wet hair and sweatpants on.

“Hey, you’re awake” he rushed over to you, forgetting about the shirt he was gonna grab. “How are you feeling??” he asked once he made it over to you, running his thumb across your cheek.

“I… I think I’m feeling better.” You looked up into his eyes to find him staring intently at you. “Thank you, for everything. Peter, I honestly don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t worry about it Coco, I’ve gone through something similar.”

“Thank you. Um, and thank you for stopping that man…”

There was silence for a moment. The reality of earlier events settling on the both of you yet again.

“I am so glad you are safe,” he said in a hushed, almost reverent tone.

Reaching up you ran your hand thru his wet curls, looking over the boy who had so easily become your source of comfort.

Peter was about to say something, when you leaned forward, cutting him off as your lips made contact with his. He reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, and closer still. Kissing you with more need, you felt yourself completely flush against his body, his arms sturdy and strong around you.

“Hey” Peter whispered, breaking the kiss “you mean the world to me.” “The feelings are mutual Peter Parker.” You responded with the same reverence with which Peter spoke.

Peter pulled you close again, gather the blankets to cover the both of you.

That night, you felt safe as you fell asleep next to Peter, his arm draped over you, guarding you. That night, you didn’t have any nightmares.

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