#i need a fucking punching bag i swear. bc i wanna take some swings.

[orcelito]

Ooooohhhh I fucking hate coder bros. Talking to me like I'm stupid just bc i put the reference things towards the top (which is literally standard) + completely overriding everything I'm saying just bc he thinks he knows best and im a "~Girl~" so obviously I don't know a thing about coding our how to instantiate classes

Go fuck yourself

[hangjie]

whatever it takes. [ peter parker ]

summary: it has been five years since thanos wiped out half of the population and since the avengers killed thanos. so, what’s left for you?

warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! a lot of crying and a bit of swearing

word count: 3,057

author's note: i deleted the original version of this bc i thought it was absolute crap ;( i watched endgame for the second time, so my mind is refreshed on what happened and what some of the lines are. this is mostly the same tho! it's just rewritten and i added some parts. 

in this one, reader is still skilled in combat, but she mostly uses guns during missions and let's just say, reader is always wearing a suit ;))

(okay but my dumbass self literally forgot scott i aM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF)

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snap.

half of the population was wiped out.

most of my friends and family are gone.

he’s gone.

it has been five years since thanos snapped his fingers and turned half of the population to dust and five years since we killed him in hopes of getting our loved ones back, but to no avail.

let’s say, thor went for the head this time.

the punching bag swings back and forth as i punch it with all my strength. i feel the sweat rolling down my temples and dripping down to the ground. i feel my hands ache and my body screaming for me to take a break, but i still continue to swing punches.

“(y/n)? mr. stark? i don’t feel so good.” peter says with fear evident in his voice.

he was so confused and so scared.

he literally was dying, but he didn’t realize until the very last moment and i didn’t do anything about it.

a punch after another, i punch the punching bag faster, making it swing further and further back as my heart starts to pound inside my chest. 

tony runs over to us and peter clings on to us tightly. “i don’t wanna go. please. i don’t wanna go.” he shakes his head as he shakily holds on to us. “i don’t wanna die.”

tears start to cloud my vision and i blink them away, letting them roll down my cheeks and mix with my sweat.

i cradle him in my arms, sobbing and brushing his hair comfortingly. “you’re not going anywhere, pete. you’ll be okay, i swear to God, you’re going to be okay. we’re going to be okay.”

i kick the punching bag and before i knew it, i was punching and kicking, frustrated sobs escaping my mouth and angry tears rolling down my cheeks.

peter drops to the ground, weakly and tony and i kneel beside him, each holding one of his hands shakily. he looks at each one of us with a sad smile on his face. “i’m sorry,” he softly says as he looks at tony who tries to hide his tears, but fails as he looks at the person who he considers as his son.

i picture the big purple asshole who took nearly everyone from me and i feel my blood inside my veins start to boil from the thought. i hear the metal holding the bag squeak, but i still continue, not caring if it breaks or not.

peter turns to me and says the words that i’ve been dying to hear ever since. “i love you.” i sob and kiss his knuckles with tears running down my face and some even getting on his hands. “i love you too,” i say and he smiles before he fades away like the others.

i picture the smug look on thanos’ face after he snapped his fingers and with a final punch and kick, the metal holding the bag breaks, making it throw itself on the other side of the room with a loud ‘bang!’.

i hear a low whistle and slow clap from behind me. i turn around and see the proud face of my #1 superhero slash dad, tony stark.

“wow. that was actually impressive,” he says, approaching me in slow strides. “remind me to not let you hang out with steve because you’re becoming more and more like him and less and less of me.”

i don’t reply. instead, i turn my back towards him and walk away from him to drink some water. dad sighs and i feel him walk closer to me. 

“you can always talk to me about peter, you know.”

i feel my body tense up when i hear the mention of peter. 

“dad, i’m fine,” i quietly say, teeth gritting against each other.

“i know that you want to see him and try to get him back, but–”

“dad, i said ‘i’m fine’!” i snap, finally turning towards him. he looks down at me with a surprised expression. he tries to say something, but before he could, i rush towards him and wrap my arms around his torso.

dad places his hand behind my back, rubbing it up and down in comfort while the other one softly brushes the hair on the back of my head (despite being sweaty as fuck). i press my ear against his chest, sobbing loudly as tears stain his shirt.

“i miss him, dad. i miss him so much.”

“so do i, kiddo.” i hear dad’s voice break, but he quickly hides it with a cough. he kisses the top of my head and he says, “and i know that he misses you too.” i sadly smile at the thought of the dorky smile plastered on peter’s face as he says how much he misses us.

i pull away from dad and he grabs the sides of my face, kissing my forehead before saying, “i’m always here for you, kiddo.” i chuckle. “you’re so sappy, dad.”

“i’m sappy? how about you? crying over a boy who tripped over everything.” i feel dad ruffle my hair, making me push his hand away with a groan and a smile. 

before i could walk away from him again, dad pulls me into a tight hug. i immediately melt into the arms of my father and hug him back just as tight.

“we’ll get peter back. we’ll get them all back,” he reassures, cradling my head like a baby. i sigh and nod my head, knowing that he means what he said.

“i love you, dad,” i say against his chest. “i love you 3,000 times more, kiddo.”

-----

i reload the pistol in my hand and aim it at one of the empty cans several feet away from me. i squint as i readjust my aim before pulling the trigger. the can goes flying backwards with a hole in the center. i focus my aim towards the glass bottle on my right and shoot, making it instantly breaks and sending thousand of glass shards flying in every direction.

i repeat the same actions again until i feel a tug on my shirt. i look down and see my little sister, morgan holding the end of my shirt with big puppy eyes. 

i tuck the gun away and crouch down to her height. “hey, what are you doing here?” i say. “you know you can’t go here. dad will kill me if he sees you here.”

“daddy said to check on you. he said that you were sad.” my heart swells at the innocence of my sister and the concern of my father. “or maybe you just missed me.” i tease, brushing my fingers on her sides. she squeals and tries to get away from me, but dad appears and walks towards us.

he chuckles at the scene of his two daughters in front of him. “i know that i should be mad, but my two girls are just so cute,” he says and kisses our cheeks before inviting us back inside. dad picks morgan up with one hand and he places his other hand on my back, leading us to our house. 

when we make our way towards the patio, we see a grey car parked in front of our house and uncle steve, aunt natasha, uncle scott, and uncle rhodey come out. 

we stop in our tracks and i feel dad tense up beside me.

“tony, (y/n), we need to talk.”

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“time travel? quantum realm? are you crazy?” dad shakes his head in disbelief. “so, you’re telling me that your plan is basically ‘back to the future’?” he scoffs when uncle scott nods his head. “it’s not going to work.”

after my uncles and aunt settle on to our patio, they start talking to us about using quantum physics as a way to get the infinity stones in the past and to get the fallen back.

“tony, the stones are in the past. we’ll time travel before thanos got them,” uncle scott says, trying hard to be patient, but it is obvious that his patience is wearing thin. “and when we have them, we’ll snap our fingers to bring everyone that turned to dust back into our reality,” aunt natasha adds.

“we’re not going to come back,” dad protests.

“but i did.”

“that’s because you got lucky!” dad snaps, making everyone speechless. 

intensity runs in the silent air, the only noise being the ripples running along the lake until dad sighs. “listen. do i want to bring everyone back? yeah. do i want what i have right now to remain the same? hell yeah.” dad slouches, placing his elbows on the top of his knees. “i cannot leave my family.”

“but what about us, tony? aren’t we your family too?” aunt natasha says and dad looks on the ground, sadly.

an awkward silence engulfs the air until the door open and closes and morgan runs out, immediately latching herself at dad.

“hey, squirt,” dad greets, picking up morgan from the ground. 

“mommy told me to come save you and (y/n).”

“well, you saved us, alright.”

dad stands up and begins to ramble on about miscellaneous things until uncle steve grabs dad’s arm, restricting dad from moving another step.

“tony, i get it. you have a wife and two kids and i’m happy for you.” uncle steve looks down at the ground, sadly before looking back up at dad with desperate eyes. “but this is your second chance.”

“i already got my second chance right here.” dad motions towards morgan and i and escapes from uncle steve’s grip.

i sit, confused on what to do. i mean, i do want to obey dad and i know that he’s doing this to keep our family safe, but i also want to at least try in bringing them back.  

i glance towards my uncles and aunt and see their defeated and desperate faces. i can see the gears turning inside their head as they scrunch their eyebrows together and think of another way to forego with their plan. i can see the tears in aunt natasha’s eyes, knowing how much the avengers means to her since we are her only family.

i feel the lump forming inside my throat as i take a deep breath. i will probably get my ass kicked for this, but it’s worth the try.

“i’m in.”

everyone’s attention turns towards me and i can feel their eyes widen and bore into my body. 

“w-what? what do you mean?” dad asks, looking more confused than everyone else in the room. 

“i’m time travelling with them, dad.” 

dad freezes and puts morgan down, whispering for her to go inside first. after morgan runs inside, dad straightens his back and crosses his arms against his chest, a stern look on his face. 

“(y/n), you are not going with them.”

“dad, stop. i can do this. i know that i can.”

“are you crazy?! no. absolutely not, young lady. you are staying home with your mom, me, and morgan. end of discussion.”

“dad, you are so selfish!” i snap. hot angry tears run down my cheeks and i aggressively wipe them away with my hand. “half of the population on this planet is gone and you’re not even going to at least help in bringing them back? how could you?” i say, heartbreak and the feeling of betrayal evident in my voice. “after everything the avengers sacrificed, you’re not going to try? i want to atleast do something good in my life and-”

“i don’t want to lose you, (y/n)!” dad grabs my shoulders, lightly shaking me as his glassy eyes lock with mine. he inhales a shaky breath and drops his head down in sadness. “you are my first born. you are one of the reasons as to why i am standing in front of you and you have such a bright future ahead of you.”

i break free from my dad’s grip and walk away, wiping away the tears from my eyes.

before i step into the house, i turn back to my dad and see his red eyes and tear-stained cheeks staring back at me. “i’m doing this for peter, dad.” i say, my lips quivering. “i’ll do whatever it takes to bring him back.” 

i turn my back towards him and step into the house, leaving him, my uncles, and aunt in utter silence.

-----

i lay in my bed, eyes glued on the ceiling as memories of peter flash into my mind, my heart breaking inside my chest.

i miss him.

i roll to my side and my eyes immediately glance at the picture of peter and i on my bedside table. i pick it up and i sadly smile when i see us dressed in our homecoming attire with our wide grins and with peter’s arms snaked around my waist.

i remember how he pulled me close and how he kept telling me how beautiful i am and how much he loves me.

peter’s eyes go as wide as platters and his jaw drops to the floor as i approach him, my dress flowing in the wind. i feel my cheeks flush when i feel his eyes look at me up and down, taking my appearance in.

he continues to stare at me when i am in front of him. it wasn’t until i adjust his collar and tie that he snapped out of his trance.

“cat got your tongue, parker?” i smirk, transferring my focus to his wrongly placed corsage. i chuckle when he tries to say something, but what only came out of his mouth were stutters.

“i-i . . . i’m n-n-not–” i kiss his cheek, making his cheeks turn bright red.

i laugh and peck his lips before peter pulls me into a passionate kiss. when we pull away, he smiles brightly at me before saying, “you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

“you’re not so bad yourself, parker.”

before he could reconnect our lips, we hear someone clearing their throat, making both of us pull away with tomato red cheeks and nervous laughter. my dad rolls his eyes and makes a gagging noise. “pepper, let’s get them out of here before a bunch of peter and (y/n) start running around the house,” i groan as mom hits his arm. “what?” he says, lifting his arms up in surrender.

my parents walk out of the room and when they were gone, peter intertwines his fingers with mine. i turn towards him and he locks his brown eyes with mine as peter lifts our intertwined hands, kissing the top of my knuckles. i feel my heart swell inside my chest and i feel it beat faster and faster each second.

“shall we go, m’lady?” peter says, in a posh accent, making me laugh. i peck him one last time before i say, “we shall, spiderman.”

i hold back a sob as tears drop on the picture frame. i hold the picture frame close to my chest and i whisper, “whatever it takes,” before i head out of my room, determined to change my dad’s mind.

when i walk in the living room, i hear mom and dad quietly talking and i approach them silently. 

right before i could say a word, my eyes glance towards the table in the middle of the room and see a model of a time space gps. my eyes turn towards the ‘model successful’ text above and my jaw drops to the floor.

it’s going to work.

“(y/n), what are you doing up?” i hear my mom ask. i turn my attention towards them and i point towards the time space gps model with my mouth still agape in shock. “it’s really going to work?” i ask still in disbelief even though the answer is literally right in front of me.

dad sighs and slowly nods his head.

he walks closer to me and kisses my forehead, bringing me into a hug. “now we know where you got your stubbornness from.”

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to make the long story short, we time traveled back in time to get the infinity stones before thanos got his hands on it. it took several tries, but we eventually got a hold of the stones.

after we got back, we discovered that aunt natasha lost her battle and unfortunately passed away. despite my dad’s arguments of letting me go back home, in fear of the same thing happening to me, i manage to convince him to let me stay.

we were trying out luck with the stones by letting uncle bruce (who now prefers being physically hulk) wear the infinity gauntlet my dad made and snap his fingers.

when the gauntlet is wrapped around his arm, uncle bruce lets out a painful shout, making my blood run cold in anxiety and fear. “turn it off! turn it off!” uncle thor says, scared for his dear friend, but uncle bruce manages to lift his arm up and with one last shout, he snaps his fingers and a bright light erupts in the room.

as the light fades away, i hear a loud thump! and i turn my head towards that direction and see uncle bruce with the arm where the gauntlet was placed burnt. everyone crowds around him, trying to comfort him and asking if it worked. as dad tries to treat his arm, the sound of a phone vibrating echoes throughout the room.

everyone’s breath hitches in their throat as uncle clint slowly approaches his phone. when he sees the caller id, he immediately answers the call with teary eyes and a shaky voice.

“hey guys. i think it worked.”

right before anyone could say another word, i feel myself being thrown back as the ceilings of the headquarters begin to crash down accompanied with explosions and shouts. 

i feel my body being thrown on concrete several times before i feel my body collide with a wet surface. i groan out loud and clutch my sides, feeling my body ache and slowly bruise all over. i try to get back up, but i fall back down.

before i could try to get back up, i feel my body numb and my eyelids start to become heavy. everything starts to blur as my eyes slowly start to close, the darkness engulfing me.

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