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fanatic1997 · 6 years ago

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Mutant (1)

Summary: You’re a new recruit for the Avengers and Mr. Stark sends you out on your first mission. Peter doesn’t like the idea of you going alone and when your missions turns out to be a trap he completely loses it and gives in to his growing feelings for you.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1576

Warnings: None

Part: 1

This was requested by @dying-wishes. Thanks for such an awesome request! I’m so sorry its taking me this long to post.

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Part 1:

You felt the air rush out of your lungs as you were slammed hard onto the ground. You groaned.

You deserved that. Smart mouthing Romanoff was not a good idea.

“Should we try that again,” Natasha looked down at you. You could see the faintest of smirks turning up the corner of her lips.

You rolled over onto your stomach and got up slowly, your back protested at every movement.

You said nothing but you got back up and retook your stance. Natasha’s smirk turned in a small smile.

You could see Peter’s shocked expression out of your peripheral vision. His wide eyes were almost comical.

Peter didn’t say anything but his thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. He desperately wanted to ask if you were alright but he didn’t want to say anything in fear of Natasha’s wrath.

“I don’t think I can do that.” Peter stated lamely. You couldn’t help but laugh at his awkward expression. He looked so innocent.

Tony had asked Natasha to show you and Peter some self defense moves. Peter had acted completely awkward about placing his hands on your hips to re-enact some of the moves. He also had apologized profusely whenever he had practiced some of the more aggressive ones on you.

“Peter, your opponent is not going to care about taking you down. You can’t hesitate out on the field,” Natasha scolded.

“How about y/n practices on me first,” Peter said quietly. You could tell Peter was uncomfortable with this move. His thoughts made that clear.

Natasha rolled her eyes but gestured for Peter to step up to replace her spot.

“Alright, put your hands on Peter’s chest” Nat stated. You did as you were told, feeling yourself turn a bit pink when you heard Peter’s thoughts run a mile a minute about your hands on his chest. You had no doubt in your mind that this was the first time any girl had done it.

You weren’t complaining though; his chest was definitely toned.

“Alright, place one leg between his.” Natasha commanded. You enjoyed the small pink orbs that appeared on Peter’s cheeks. Unfortunately, his mind had gone completely blank when you did as you were told and you weren’t able to read his thoughts.

He definitely had been practicing with Wanda to be able to shut you out like that.

“And push,” Nat said loudly. You pushed hard.

You didn’t know how it happened but somehow you were pulled down along with Peter.

You heard Peter “ooof” when his back hit the mat but he quickly wrapped his arms around you when you landed on his chest to try to cushion some of your fall.

Luckily Peter hadn’t landed on your leg, even though it was still between his two thighs. That would have been a nasty break.

“Are you ok?” Peter asked worriedly. You laughed, pushing yourself off his chest but Peter’s arms only tightened around you as he started to look you over quickly for injuries. Leave it to Peter to worry about you when he had just taken two blows.

“Again, but make sure you move your leg out of the way after you push” Natasha said irritated.

You were saved from hurting Peter a second time by Tony. He walked into the gym slowly, observing the way Peter flushed as you finally got off him and the two of you stood quickly.

“I thought you were showing them defensive moves Romanoff, not the birds and the bees” Tony smirked.

You felt yourself flush and you were too distracted by your own embarrassment to try to read Peter’s mind, but you were sure he was as equally embarrassed.

“Y/n, come with me to the meeting room.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Tony nodded at you, confirming your thoughts.

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. You had been training for over a year now and Tony had held off on giving you a mission even though all the other Avenger operatives had received their first ops within a few months of training.

You knew that Tony was only protecting you but it definitely sucked seeing the other operatives go out on the field while you had to keep training and were only allowed on small surveillance ops.

You followed Tony to the meeting room eagerly. You didn’t notice Peter following the two of you, nor did you see him frown when you entered the meeting room where Cap was already waiting.

“Friday, pull up the file on Strucker,” Tony announced and Friday quickly displayed the multiple pages Tony had compiled on the ex Hydra scientist.

“As you guys know, Baron Strucker is rotting in a cell only God knows where but unfortunately for us, some of his understudies escaped arrest with some of his research during the raid in Sikovia. When we rescued you, y/n last year, from that facility in Queens, we realized that Strucker’s circle of scientists are still at large and are now operating here in New York. We have strong evidence that there is another operating facility in Brooklyn where terminally ill patients are volunteering for experimentation.” Tony continued reading the specs of the operation but your mind was reeling after he mentioned Baron Strucker.

You didn’t know how to feel but your eagerness at getting your first real mission, not just some surveillance op, had vanished. You now understood why you were the person for the job. You knew the operation intimately.

Anybody else would have been surprised that Strucker’s followers had volunteers for his research. You weren’t. You knew what it felt like to have your days numbered.

“So why me? Wanda would be a better choice” you mumbled quietly.

Steve’s eyes softened slightly and he reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve come a long way y/n. You’re the best one for the job.”

“What the Capsicle is saying is that we think you are ready and what’s better than kicking the ass of your worst enemy. Wanda and Natasha have kept me up to speed on your progress. They think you’re ready and I trust them. Don’t disappoint me.” Tony stated. Your eyes widened a little, feeling the pressure of the team on your shoulders for the first time.

You slowly took the folder Tony held out to you. The folder was a briefing of the exact details of the mission.

“Mr. Stark, don’t you think y/n is going to need back up” Peter said, finally making his presence known. You turned to stare at Peter but he ignored the glare you sent him.

Tony shook his head, quickly denying Peter the opportunity to tag along on your mission.

Peter’s face fell, but determination was etched onto his features. “That’s not fair Mr. Stark, I’ve been here just as long as y/n has and I still haven’t gotten my first official Avengers mission! I feel like I should be part of this mission, Mr. Stark,” he protested.

Steve said nothing, he just raised his hands in surrender. He didn’t want to be the one to deny Peter, especially when he had seen the way Peter had calmed you down when your powers had gotten out of control during your first surveillance op.

You watched, Peter trail behind Tony out of the meeting room, waving his hands back and forth at the unfairness of the situation. He huffed when Tony explained that he needed an operative that could camouflage into a crowd and Peter had enough on his plate patrolling Queens.

“Mr. Stark, I can be sneaky, I can blend in” he said, still trailing behind Tony. You laughed, amused at his obvious jealousy.

“I doubt a spider mask can blend in in a crowd,” Tony said.

“Why can’t Wanda go instead; she can read minds too” Peter huffed.

You guys had made your way to the living area and you sat down, opening up the file in your hands. You did your best to try to ignore Peter’s protests.

“After the Wakanda incident Wanda is easily recognizable and I can’t risk that” Mr. Stark walked off, heading toward his lab all the while ignoring the rest of Peter’s protests.

“You shouldn’t have agreed y/n, what if it’s too much?” Peter said walking over to you. You shrugged, you were now trying hard not to be offended by Peter.

You knew Peter was just watching out for you, but honestly, you felt a bit insulted. It was no secret that you had trouble controlling your powers sometimes, but you had come a long way. Well at least you thought so. You saw snip bits of a vision of a future Peter nagging Tony in his lab later and you sighed, frustrated at his antics.

“Peter, Steve thinks I’m ready, Mr. Stark thinks I’m ready and I think I’m ready. It’s only you that doesn’t believe in me.” You stalked off to your room after seeing Peter’s eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. . . I’m sorry y/n” You could hear Peter repeat his apologies all the way into your room at the tower.

You ignored Peter’s thoughts the rest of the day. He had decided to sit outside your bedroom door, profusely apologizing to you in his thoughts but you ignored him. Instead, you busied yourself reading through the documents in the folder Tony had given you. Your mission was set for tomorrow.

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fanatic1997 · 6 years ago

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You’re Mine (2)

Summary: You are Tom Holland’s assistant. He’s a lot to handle at times and you’re like his mom but maybe that will change when a certain best friend takes an interest in you.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None Really

Words: 2709

Part: 2 out of 3 maybe 4 I can't control myself

Part 1

Part 2:

Harrison decided to wake up Tom by jumping on the poor guy, effectively waking him and Tessa up in one fell swoop. Tom’s face brightened up after the initial shock of being woken up by a body slamming on top of him.

“Harrison! What are you doing here?” Tom laughed, sitting up on the couch.

“Actually, this charming woman asked if I wanted to surprise you on your day off” Harrison had placed an arm around your waist, effectively making your once pink cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red. You noticed that Tom’s eyes crinkled at the edges as he stared at Harrison’s arm around your waist.

Tom didn’t say anything in response and you, feeling awkward, stepped away from Harrison, grabbed your makeup bag and walked towards the door.

“Don’t get into too many messes or I’ll quit and leave you with the damage. Have fun guys” You smiled as the two guys laughed mischievously. “It was nice meeting you in person Harrison” you added as an afterthought.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine” Harrison said sending you a smirk.

As soon as you left, Harrison rounded on Tom, “Why didn’t you tell me she was so bloody attractive! We should invite her out with us tonight” He said plopping down on the couch. “If I had her dotting after me like she does with you, she’d be more than just my assistant.” Harrison didn’t notice Tom’s grimace.

Of course Tom had noticed how attractive you were but he never thought twice about it. He would never make you one of his conquests.

“I think she might be busy tonight, it is her only day off” Tom said flatly. Harrison seemed to be in a daze.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” Harrison asked turning to look at Tom. Tom shook his head but then stopped; he realized he didn’t know the answer actually. Harrison noticed

“How do you not know mate” he laughed. “Is she dating anybody, texting anybody?” He continued to ask. Tom slowly realized that he honestly didn’t know. You knew everything about his life, down to the smallest details. You knew he hated warm pickles but cold ones were ok, he drank his tea with 2 spoons of sugar and a splash of milk, you knew that he loved wearing christmas socks year round because it was his favorite holiday. But he didn’t even know if you were dating! Tom reasoned with himself that it was your job after all to know these details but as much as he reasoned, he realized he was not a good friend to you like you were to him.

“Then you should ask her to hangout with us tonight! What’s the worst she can say, no? I doubt it” Harrison said smiling to himself.

Tom was in a dilemma. His interest in your personal life was piqued but he didn’t want to spend the whole night watching Harrison flirt with you either. That would just be too weird, he reasoned.

“Or…... are you interested?” Harrison turned to look at Tom.

“No” Tom stated flatly, leaning over to scratch Tessa on the head, not able to make eye contact with Harrison for a minute.

“Good, then text her or give me her number and I’ll text her.” Harrison reached for his luggage bag, deciding to pick out his outfit for the night.

Tom scowled at the ultimatum but he pulled out his phone anyway. He sent you a short text finding your contact as y/n💙 after spending a long time debating what to say.

Tom: Hey, do you want to hangout with Harrison and me tonight?:)

When you had seen the notification, you had thought that Tom had managed to already get himself in a scandal after only 20 minutes with Harrison and needed your damage control. But instead, the text had taken you by surprise. You took a few minutes to reply, weighing your options.

y/n💙 : Hmmm…...should I remind you that our contract clearly states that my personal days should not be fickled with? Lol, what are you guys planning on doing?

Tom looked up at Harrison, “you want to go to the Arsenal?” Harrison shrugged in agreement.

Tom: How about the Arsenal around 8:30?

y/n💙 : Not really my scene.

Tom: Come on, just hang out with a couple of poor sods that have nothing else to do:)

y/n💙 I don’t know…….

Tom: If you don’t come, I’ll make a scandal, one that you can’t clean up…….😈

You laughed upon receiving the text from Tom. You knew his threats were empty but Tom really was a child when it came down to things he wanted. You decided it was best to just accept your fate.

y/n💙: Fine, but I’m driving there. I’ll see you guys later!

Tom laughed at your message, happy that you had accepted.

“I’m guessing she said yes” Harrison said walking back into the living room. He headed toward the kitchen ready to get started on the food you had ordered. “I can’t wait to see her tonight” Harrison yelled out while chewing his food.

Tom sighed, leaning back on the couch. He couldn’t wait to see you either.

Tom and Harrison wasted the afternoon catching up and napping since Harrison was jet lagged and Tom’s nap had been interrupted.

It wasn’t until much later that Tom was awakened by a hungry Tessa who had jumped on couch with him and began to lick his face. He laughed, getting up to grab her bowl and some food.

Tom realized it was already 7:30 and so he walked over to his room where Harrison was already laying out an outfit for the night.

“Dressing to impress?” Tom asked, not waiting for the his reply since he already knew the answer. Tom opened his closet to pick out his outfit as well. He found it a little difficult, seeing as you usually chose out his outfits beforehand. He decided on a black leather jacket and some dark denim jeans topping it off with his favorite christmas socks. Fixing his own hair was also an interesting task as he usually didn’t stress over what it looked like but tonight, it did matter.

Tom was never punctual but Haz had nagged at Tom to hurry up.

Tom attracted a lot of attention when he walked towards the nightclub after parking. It was a club many celebrities frequented so there was always paparazzi waiting out front, ready to catch a glimpse of a celebrity. He usually didn’t get a lot of paparazzi’s attention as they were used to his presence at the club but today, the paparazzi were going bezerk and snapping tons of pictures of Tom.

The paparazzi were trying to catch Tom and you possibly, after his interview from today where he accidently let slip his affectionate nickname for you, calling you “my girl” on national TV. The actor had never publicly confirmed any of his past relationships so this interview had stirred a lot of interest. Of course Tom had meant nothing by the affectionate nickname, but that didn’t stop the blue hearts from being left in the comments.

You had arrived before Tom and Harrison and you were bombarded with paparazzi, not able to make your way to the entrance. You had never been trained on dealing with the press so you were trapped in their web of questions and suggestions. You had yet to see the interview so you were at a loss when the paparazzi asked if you and Tom were dating.

You didn’t notice Harrison approach you until he touched your shoulder to grab your attention, smiling at you in greeting. This seemed to drive the paparazzi wild as they snapped even more pictures.

Tom hadn’t seen you but he did see Harrison standing next to someone with a plunging backline.

It was only when Harrison spun the girl toward the entrance that Tom realized it was you. He stilled, eyes raking over your body unabashedly, admiring you in your dress. The paparazzi snapped photos faster.

Once your eyes met his, your cheeks warmed at the look Tom was giving you. His eyes were darkened, hooded over as he traced your curves with his eyes. You felt self conscious, almost regretting the dress you wore.

Tom snapped out of his haze once he noticed Harrison’s hand at your back. You gave him a shy smile. The paparazzi went wild catching every emotion Tom expressed from surprise to desire to sourness.

You could feel Harrison’s hand on your back guide you inside the club, steering you towards a booth close to the bar.

You sat down and Harrison joined you on the same side while Tom sat across from the both of you.

There was an awkward tension that engulfed the table. Harrison leaned over, closer than what was necessary in Tom’s opinion, to ask you what you wanted to drink.

“Long Island” you replied, deciding that you needed something strong enough to blame your flushed face. Harrison bristled goodnaturedly, and then asked Tom what he wanted.

Tom decided on a beer, deciding that he needed to stay level headed tonight.

After Harrison left to get the drinks, Tom gave you a lopsided smile “we might corrupt you a little tonight”.

“It beats my plans” you laughed. Tom leaned in closer.

“And what were those plans” he asked seeming uninterested as he stared at the dancing bodies on the dance floor.

“Probably just a date between me and ….” Tom eyes snapped to yours immediately and a glass was set in front of you at the same time, interrupting your sentence.

“A date?” Harrison questioned sitting down next to you with his glass in hand after handing Tom his beer. You laughed but your cheeks warmed slightly.

“My couch… I had a date with my couch and netflix. I haven’t really had a day off in a while so I was going to catch up on all my favorite shows” You could hear Harrison sigh in relief.

“Good, because I would be very disappointed” Harrison winked at you.

You didn’t say anything, just took a nice big gulp from your drink. You watched Tom take a long swing of his beer as well.

You would never admit this outloud ever, but you were such a lightweight. You could already feel the effects of the alcohol giving you goosebumps as a shiver raced down your body with the first gulp.

“So you don’t usually drink do you” Harrison smiled, noticing your dazed eyes after one drink.

You giggled, feeling your ears pop “you could say something like that.”

As you were sipping on the last bits of your drink, a girl in a dress that left nothing to the imagination approached the table. Rolling your eyes, you recognized the girl as the one night stand from the morning.

“It’s nice seeing you here Tommy” the one night stand giggled. She turned to look at you with piercing eyes when you had snickered, poking fun at the nickname she had given Tom. “I thought you would be too uptight to have fun” the one night stand said giving you a once over.

You thought Tom would dismiss her immediately but he let her drag him to the dance floor.

Tom definitely didn’t want to stay to witness his best friend hit on his assistant any longer so he was much relieved when a distraction was offered to him on a silver platter. He blamed the alcohol for the boiling in his veins even though he only had a beer as of yet.

Feeling unsettled and quiet daring, trying to prove you weren’t uptight, you asked a waitress for a couple of shots of tequila when she was making her rounds, cleaning up the empty glasses from the tables.

You asked Harrison to help you down the 6 shots you had ordered. After the first one’s burn, the rest of the shots went down like water, feeling as if they had no effect on you. You could feel yourself laughing at something Harrison had said, not able to recall what the joke was about. You felt good, you felt no tension or awkwardness anymore.

You decided to get some more shots from the bar, asking Harrison to slide out from the booth to let you by. You could feel your knees go weak for a second as you stood feeling the effects of the alcohol on your balance but then you caught yourself and continued walking toward the bar.

After catching the busy bartender’s attention, you asked for 6 more tequila shots, not realizing that you were way beyond your limit. The bartender rang up your card, telling you that the shots would be brought over to your booth. You thanked the bartender, ready to make your way back only to be stopped by a random arm that had wrapped around your waist.

“Let’s dance sweetheart” the random guy stated, pulling you even closer to his chest. You could feel his sweaty hand on your bare back and you shivered disgusted. The guy reeked of alcohol and sweat and he gave you the creeps.

“She’s with me actually” You felt a firm hand around your wrist.

You turned to see Harrison standing next to you, looking a lot more sober than you at the moment, The creep grunted but left you alone.

“You ok love” Harrison asked. You smiled, already forgetting the creep. You pulled Harrison to the booth so you could wait on your shots.

If Harrison was in his right state of mind, he wouldn’t have let you down the second round of shots so fast. But he wasn’t.

A particularly good song started to play on the dance floor and you pleaded Harrison to dance with you. He didn’t need much pleading but he liked the puppy eyes you were giving him so he let you sweat for a minute.

You guys danced, well he danced and you swayed unsteadily on two feet letting the alcohol give you the illusion that you were dancing fantastically.

The song ended and another one began. The song had an interesting beat, something you weren’t sure how to dance to. Looking around, you noticed that the couples were much more provocative in their dancing, sliding their bodies against each other. You looked at Harrison who gave you a shrug, grabbing your waist to pull you in closer.

“Just copy what you see them doing, love” He whispered in your ear.

Unbeknownst to you both, piercing brown eyes were watching your every move. Tom had his eyes trained on you both since you guys had walked onto the dance floor.

Just as you were about to turn to place your back against Harrison’s chest, mimicking the other women around you, you felt a strong arm pull you away from Harrison. You stumbled into a familiar chest.

“I think it’s time for me to take you home” Tom said, glaring at Harrison. Tom noticed you stumble. “How many drinks has she had Haz?” he seethed. Tom’s voice was icy but his hand was warm on your bare back, not sweaty at all like the earlier creep.

“I can answer for myself” You slurred, a detail that Tom didn’t miss. “I stopped counting after the 4th shot honestly” you giggled truthfully. Tom held you even closer to his chest, angry at himself for trusting Harrison to take care of you.

“Let’s go darling” Tom said softly, pulling you out of the dance floor.

He called an uber to take Harrison back to his place but he was going to drive you home personally. The beer he had earlier had already been drained from his system.

Tom walked out of the club with you wrapped in his jacket since he knew it was going to be a chilly walk back to his car. Tom had completely forgotten about the paparazzi, only to be reminded when blinding flashes went off once the paparazzi noticed him and you together and no Harrison in sight.

Tom could only imagine what the papers were going to say tomorrow.

Part 3

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