#my NERVES are going haywire that was so scary. i was so relieved when i got past the characters part and could talk in the narrator voice

[woodnrust]

Sweating profusely because I talked in my natural accent in front of the class because I had to read in the voice of a character with a southern accent and I always suppress mine in public cause it's embarrassing cause not many people around here talk like me and I almost passed out in the middle of reading ougghh

[moonstruckme]

well deserved 1k!!! i got inspired by the ones you posted yesterday

bodyguard!tasm!peter x reader (can be royal au or not)

i just love the use of spidey senses in fics, especially when being around reader fucks with peter's ability to focus 🥰

Thanks sweetness <3

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bodyguard!(tasm)Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 845 words

Peter doesn’t like to think of himself as being for hire. But, well, he does think of himself as a sort of civic employee. And money is tight. So if the mayor wants to pay Spiderman to keep an eye on his daughter after he’s gotten a few threats, it’s really his civic duty and a good business opportunity. 

Still, he’d been expecting some bratty, snot-covered kid, not you, kind and his age and tongue-twistingly beautiful. 

“Is this really the safest place for us to be?” you ask nervously. 

“I, um, I think so,” Peter stammers, caught off-guard by how cinematic your hair looks blowing around in the wind (like, it’s fucking ridiculous). God, what is he doing? He doesn’t think so, he knows so. He’s supposed to be competent, in-charge, not some moony-eyed dunce. “Not many people can get this high other than me, so I figure if anyone’s trying to get to you, we may as well make it difficult for them.” 

You hum your understanding, but you don’t relax. Peter doesn’t blame you; it’s easy for him to forget how scary heights were before he had the security of his web shooters, but he knows this drop must look terrifying. You’re perched at the top of a tower across the street from where your dad is giving a speech. For reasons he hadn’t seen fit to tell Peter (or Spiderman, whatever), the mayor seems to think that this would be a prime time for his political enemies to make a grab for you. Peter hopes it’s not because your dad’s about to say something stupid in front of this giant crowd and on live TV. He’d only mentioned that he’d been getting a few more death threats than usual lately, and wanted to be extra sure you were safe.

Your shoe slips an inch, and you whimper, though you’re still feet away from the edge of the roof. 

“You’re okay,” Peter says quickly, moving closer to you. “Listen, the last thing I’m gonna do is let you fall. It’d make me a pretty bad bodyguard, you know?” 

“I know,” you say, but you’re nearly panting, your chest rising and falling in shallow bursts as you try to keep your panic under control. “I’m sorry, it’s just—it’s a hard instinct to ignore.” 

“I get that,” he says sympathetically. You’re all but sitting down against the sloped roof, fingers pressed to the metal as if you can dig your nails in to save yourself. Fuck, he’s gonna regret this. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I could hold onto you if you want.” 

You don’t even hesitate, nodding quickly. “That would make me much more comfortable, actually.” 

Peter doesn’t waste any time, breaching the gap between you and wrapping his arm securely around your waist. You’re tense all over, and your nails bite into his shoulder as you grip it like a lifeline. Which, he supposes, you probably think it is. He feels his face grow warm under his mask as you press yourself up against him, but the proximity doesn’t seem to phase you, all your concern still focussed on the hundred foot drop beneath you. You’re shaking a little, and Peter feels guilty for not relieving you sooner, bringing his other arm around you to rub at the goosebumps on your upper arm hesitantly. 

“Thanks,” you murmur breathlessly, seeming to relax more now that he’s got both arms around you. 

“No problem.” Just doing my job, he thinks sarcastically. Feeling up a pretty girl. 

He looks back at the podium across the street to realize the crowd has nearly doubled in size without him noticing. If you were distracting before, he doesn’t even know what to call you now. He can’t tell if his spidey sense is going haywire or if that’s just his nerves, all fired-up from your proximity. How’s he supposed to protect you if he can’t think of anything but how good you smell?

“I really appreciate your help,” you say, voice sweeter now that it’s lost some of its panicked edge, “even if I don’t wholly approve of your methods.” Is that a teasing note he detects? He definitely won’t be able to split his focus if you start flirting with him. “My dad doesn’t let me in the loop on much, do you know if this is just a one-time thing? Or will I be seeing more of you?” 

Okay, fuck professionalism. “I’m not really sure,” Peter answers honestly, “but your dad seems like a smart guy, and I’m sure he doesn’t want you to be vulnerable. I mean, you’re already a target because you’re the mayor’s daughter, but a pretty thing like you? You should probably be under full-time protection.” 

You really do slip then, gasping as your feet slide out from under you. Peter tugs you close to his side, not letting you move forward more than an inch. “Easy, easy,” he says as you clutch at him, trying to stabilize yourself. Now there’s a little pink coloring your cheeks, too. “I gotcha.” 

[akakeiiji]

hii can you do headcannons for the bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, tsukki, atsumu about how their s/o was hugging her brother/cousin but they thought she was cheating on them 😂

— When they think you were cheating on them when you were with your cousin

↳ includes — Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei, Atsumu Miya

— Bokuto Koutarou

When he first spotted you out in public he began running towards you at full speed with the widest smile on his face but said smile immediately disappeared when he saw you rush into the arms of some stranger. He will literally go from sprinting to frozen solid in 0.2 seconds and just stand there staring at you in shock. After a few seconds of struggling to internalize his feelings he just immediately deflates and falls into his emo mode. He won't approach the two of you, instead, he'd slump over somewhere far away from you and once he's alone he'll call you on the phone. "Who were you with earlier?" please, you could practically hear the pout on his face through the phone but once you explained everything to him he would switch up so quickly, "Oh why didn't tell me sooner that he was coming to town?! Gosh, I was so worried for nothing, do you think you can introduce me to him?"

— Akaashi Keiji

He will just freeze, standing there staring at you embracing this unknown man with a dumbstruck expression on his face. That very dumbstruck look will only show on his face for 0.5 seconds before he quickly puts on a blank expression. He won't be that bothered, jk that's a lie; he won't seem that bothered on the outside but his pretty little head is going haywire, dozens of thoughts just racing through his mind. Who was that guy? A lover? No, you would never cheat—but you two looked so close? Was he not good enough? Anyway, he'll go about his day as normal as he can but his thoughts would never stop pestering him till you two finally see each other that evening. He will ask about it, not wanting to prolong his silent suffering and he would literally be so relieved when you told him about your cousin, you could literally see his shoulders relax as he let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand against his chest. When you ask why he would get so flustered and immediately say sorry to you even though he didn't do anything which would just leave you confused

— Kuroo Tetsurou

This bitch?? He will immediately drop everything and come marching over to you. As he approaches you and this stranger who dares stand so close to you he will internally be trying to muster up as much "scary" energy he could to intimidate him, in other words, he was channeling his inner Yaku. Then he'll just pop up behind you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and be like "And who is this?" in the most casual tone he could let out as he stared your cousin down but you already saw through him and knew what was going on in his head and when you reply "My cousin, you know, the one I told you about before," with a deadpan expression, he immediately deflates, eyes wide with shock and mingled shame. His demeanor immediately does a complete 180, from his tragic attempt at being the "cool, aloof, and intimidating" boyfriend he reverts to a bashful ball of nerves who keeps bowing as he speaks to your cousin ("I was just trying to make a good impression okay?")

— Tsukishima Kei

MAN WILL JUST WALK OUT AND NOT LOOK BACK ISTG, he won't even try to approach you two or say anything, he'll just pack his things and go. Like Akaashi he wouldn't seem that bothered but he will visibly be more irritated and douchy bc he is currently sulking and drowning in repressed emotions. He'd probably have his headphones the whole time as he tries to continue on with his day like normal and he hates confrontation so he'd probably avoid you as well. Anyway, ofc you'd seek him out, super confused as to why he was so upset at you and once you pester him enough he'd crack and just spit it out causing you to break out into laughter, pls he is so confused. Once you explain everything to him for the first time he won't have anything snarky to say about the situation because he is just so embarrassed

— Atsumu Miya

Dear lord, this man will just immediately rush towards you two, eyes boring holes at the back of your cousin's head as he pulled you into his arms, he had no hesitation, no plan, no thoughts, he'll just suddenly butt in between you and the man, pushing you two apart as he glares at your poor, confused cousin."What the hell do you think you're doing with my s/o?" Your cousin would be scared shitless and who wouldn't be if someone's seemingly deranged boyfriend just began verbally harassing you? and you were just shocked af. Once you pull Atsumu away and break the news to him all seriousness and anger would drain from him in 0.2 seconds and be replaced with unadulterated shame and embarrassment. He'd turn bright red and speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish from shock. He'd apologize to your cousin, face still red, and just walk away without another word back to his twin who watched everything go down from afar with a shit-eating grin on his face. He would be in a mental coma for a good week after that and every so often the memory would intrusively pop up in his head which always results in him banging his head against the nearest wall

[damnlance]

klance angst prompt # 11 please?

Klangst Prompt #11

11. “What keeps you up at night?”

Summary: A lot has happened in the past few days that has Keith’s mind going haywire. And to top it off, they’re all FINALLY on their way home to Earth. Keith should be happy.. but he isn’t.

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There are so many stars in space, it’s actually quite terrifying.

At least Keith thinks so anyway.

The way that there’s an endless epitome of these twinkly little burning balls of gas for miles and miles, everywhere they go, everywhere they are, these seemingly never ending burning balls of gas following them, surrounding them, consuming them, it’s..

Terrifying.

It’s the middle of the night and Keith’s alone, sitting in the head of the castle ship, staring out into space. He can’t sleep again and it’s the fifth night in a row. Tiredness eats away at the back of his brain but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when a million and one thoughts and worries are itching underneath his skin. Thoughts he’s too afraid to elaborate on because he knows it’ll just make things worse..

The hissing sound of the automatic sliding doors bring him out of his thoughts as slippers being slid across the floor make their way closer to him. Keith doesn’t bother turning around, content to talk with whomever could be awake and looking for him. But as soon as they make their way closer, a familiar scent hits his nostrils and he knows exactly who it is.

Ocean breeze cologne from the space mall. Lance fucking McClain. His boyfriend.

“Thought I’d find you in here.” Lance says with a hint of happiness in his voice.

Keith turns back to look at him and blushes a little from the sight. He’s wearing his pajamas; blue tank-top and silk shorts to match and even though he’s had them for a while now, Keith still gets a little flustered from all of Lance’s beautiful exposed skin. He’s got a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he comes to plop down next to Keith. The second their bodies touch, Keith curls into Lance’s side like a cat curling up by a fire. Lance welcomes him eagerly and wraps his arm around him, enveloping him in his blanket.

“Everything okay?” Keith asks, staring out at the stars.

“I should be asking you that,” Lance answers. “You’re the one who wasn’t in bed when I woke up.”

Keith nods and shrugs. “Sorry.. just overthinking again.”

“Hey,” Lance quirks up his eyebrow, “I thought that was my job?”

Keith smirks and rolls his eyes. “I’m being serious, Lance.”

Lance smiles a bit. “I know, babe. Just trying to make you smile.”

There’s a beat of silence as they both look out at the stars and space. It’s so blinding and deafening at the same time and it makes the hairs on Keith’s arms stand on end. But he can’t stop the thoughts that come to his brain. Loneliness, abandonment, isolation. It’s all in there. Keith closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath through his nose, putting his head down to stare at his red paladin slippers.

“Something on your mind..?” Lance is watching him intently, gently, not wanting to frighten him into closing off like he usually does. They’ve been dating for about a year, or whatever the space equivalency is to that. Lance confessed his feelings after a successful mission and everyone was high on happiness and how well they worked together as a team. And by ‘confessed’, he actually just kissed Keith silly in front of everyone and when Keith surprisingly and eagerly kissed back, that was all the confirmation Lance needed to know that they had the same feelings.

So to say that Lance knows Keith like he knows the back of his hand is an understatement. He knows Keith like he knows the entirety of his hand.

Keith shrugs and tucks his long, black hair behind his ear.

“I’m scared.” He says so quietly, Lance doesn’t think he hears him right.

“Scared?” Lance frowns. “Of what?”

“The stars..” Keith decides to say as he pushes himself away from Lance, and the blanket, to stand up and walk over to the large castle windows. Lance stares at the back of his head, those perfect eyebrows arched in confusion.

“The stars??” Lance chuckles nervously. “Uh, hate to break it to you, love, but we’ve been in space for god knows how long and you haven’t seemed that scared to me.. I think..?” It’s quiet as Lance waits for an elaboration. He watches as Keith bounces from foot to foot, arms crossed over his chest as he holds himself, shrinking in on himself. But he doesn’t say anything, most likely getting his thoughts together.

“Keith,” Lance’s voice is calm. “This is like, the fifth time in a row you’ve been up pacing this room like a madman. So.. what keeps you up at night? You can tell me.”

Keith stops pacing and looks at the ground. “Do.. Do you ever feel so small when you look out at all those endless stars?”

Lance thinks for a moment. “Yeah,” he nods, “All the time.”

“But..” Keith turns around now, facing his boyfriend. “Do you ever feel lonely? O-or scared? Like there’s just too much stars and space and it’s just you and no one else..?” He stops to really examine Lance’s face and is surprised to find him staring with a hint of sadness in his blue eyes. Like something Keith has said has punctured a sensitive nerve and it’s now throbbing painfully.

“Sometimes..” Lance finally admits after a beat of silence. He sits back on his hands and stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. “The first time I realized that we were actually stuck on the other side of a wormhole, it was all I could think about. I mean.. I left everyone behind, thinking that we would just be back in a few days. And that’s when everyday for me became scary and lonely..”

Keith nods, listening. He twists the ends of his hair and chews on his lip before responding.

“And do you still feel that way?”

“A little,” Lance looks at him. “But now that we’re finally going home, I’m relieved.”

Keith’s shoulders tense up at the mention of home and he rubs the back of his neck. “Well.. that’s still how I feel. Even now that we’re going.. going h..” He can’t say it. That place has never even been a home to him. All that Earth has ever done is bring him sadness and loneliness, taking everyone he’s ever loved away from him.

Lance finally gets it now.

“Babe,”he stands up, dropping the blanket from around his shoulders, “Do you really feel like that?”

Keith nods.

“Even.. with me?”

That gets Keith’s attention and he looks up, feeling a lump form in his throat.

“No, Lance,” He crosses the empty distance between them and immediately grabs Lance’s hips, pulling them close. “I could never feel that way with you. You make me so happy! It’s just..”

Lance eagerly waits for his response. Patiently. Nervously.

“I don’t have a home to go back to.” It’s said so quietly that Lance could have sworn he dreamed it.

“What? Keith,” He catches Keith’s gaze by grabbing his perfect, chiseled jaw in his hand and forcing those beautiful violet eyes to look at him. “What the hell are you talking about?? Don’t you know that we’re your family?? That I’m your family?”

Keith’s bottom lip quivers. “B-but you've got your mom and d-dad and siblings all waiting for you! And Hunk has his family and Pidge has her family, everyone’s got someone waiting for them.. I wish my father was waiting for me.”

Lance can only watch as his boyfriend, the love of his life and the thief of his heart, silently cries just a few centimeters away from him. It shatters his heart.

“Baby,” He says, voice strong and a small bit wavering. Keith looks up, tears and snot running down his face. Lance’s heart breaks some more. “You are my entire life. You have my heart, my soul, my everything, and you mean so much to me that it absolutely scares me.”

Keith sniffs once, blinking more tears down his cheeks.

“A life without you in it,” Lance continues, placing his warm hands on either side of Keith’s neck, “Is the worst thing that could happen to me. Worse than getting stuck on the other side of a wormhole, trillions of miles away from home.”

“Really?” Keith’s voice breaks a little as a small smile creeps up on his face. Lance swoons leaning forward to kiss Keith’s forehead.

“Yeah, love.” He smiles. “Really.” He wipes Keith’s tear stained cheeks with his thumbs and leans in close to press their foreheads together. “And baby??”

“Hm?” Keith stares into those blue eyes he loves so much, nostrils full of the ocean breeze scent he loves so much.

“You’ll never be without me,” Lance whispers, just for Keith to hear. “When we make it home, you’ll have me. You’ll also have Shiro and Pidge, Matt and Hunk, Romelle and Allura and Coran. Even your freakishly hot galra mom!”

Keith laughs, his eyes crinkling closed into cute little crescents and the sound light and airy, going straight to Lance’s heart. Another kiss is pressed to Keith’s forehead as Lance moves to tuck his bangs away from his face and behind his ear.

“You’ll always have me, okay?”

Keith nods, leaning forehead to capture Lance’s lips in a searing kiss. Lance kisses back, every word he said to Keith showing in his kiss. They pull away and hug each other, Keith burying his face into Lance’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Lance.” He whispers. “I love you.”

And Lance smiles, a light blush coming in on his cheeks.

“I love you too, Keithy.”

-END-

(send me a klangst prompt!)

[peters-starks]

Control 

part 3

Peter Parker x Enhanced!Reader 

Summary: Based on the song Control by Halsey. You have had your abilities enhanced by a new wing of HYDRA, using your abilities as a new secret weapon. However when the avengers discover her on one of their missions her life completely alters. 

Masterlist (previous parts on Masterlist)

The door to your cell, or as Stark called it “room”, a room you had no choice in leaving as well as no personal belongings, slid open revealing the person you identified as Wanda Maximoff, a so called failed HYDRA test subject. From the files you studied her and her twin brother were the only two to survive an old HYDRA wing of experiments in mutating the civilians of Sokovia. Wanda had acquired powers not so dissimilar to yours however Wanda was able to manipulate the mind with her chaos magic reality warping which made you very wary of her.

Wanda held a cautious smile and held a pile of neatly folded clothes in her hands which made you notice the electric band around her wrist, no doubt some form of Stark technology to be used against your powers.

“Tony asked me to bring you some clothes to change into” her accent still held the accent of her home country but you could hear the American twang that surfaced on it. You nodded at her and kept the plain expression on your face showing her no emotion. She set the clothes at the end of your bed and continued to stand there for a few moments, her brain ticking to figure out what to say next.

“I know, I know some of the things that may have happened to you when you were with HYDRA and the torture you may have gone through” you simply rolled your eyes as she continued “if you ever want to talk about any of it I can always listen, we’ve been through similar things” you almost felt bad about the scoff you let out at her kind words but years of solitary confinement and being used as a literal weapon had worn down your caring side to say the least.

“you really don’t think we went through ‘similar things’ do you” your voice was so cold and a part of you was begging yourself to stop and just thank the poor girl but that other part which wasn’t even you was now out and rearing to play. “you volunteered to be their little toy solider, to have needle after needle put into your skin and have your mind and body beaten and tortured again and again until you no longer knew your own name” the scowl on your face deepened and your voice lowered more and more into a growl as you spoke, you could obviously see the twitch in her eye as she grew anxious as your volatile state. “you know nothing Wanda Maximoff, I was stolen and I was changed and you have the nerve to ask to be my therapist”.

Wanda simply nodded with wide eyes as her fingers moved at her sides waiting for you to attack, but you wouldn’t give her the pleasure, and you didn’t want the avengers to know much more about your powers than you had given away so far, so you simply sat there and shook with rage. Wanda turned and walked away from you after realising nothing more would come from the interaction and as the door closed behind her you let out the whimper you had been holding in and only let a single tear shed as you stared at the camera placed in the corner of your room.

Once you were changed and had washed your face in the sink that barely clung to the wall from your previous outburst the door opened once again and Tony Stark and Spiderman stood there. The billionaire was in his normal attire but no doubt had his suit hidden somewhere on his body whilst his smaller companion was now fully suited up. You wondered what he looked like under that suit as you now knew he was nothing but a kid, just like you, who was thrown into a cold world of villains and aliens.

“Time to go and get your jabs kid” Stark moved his hands forward and revealed some high tech hand cuffs and you rolled your eyes as you moved your arms out allowing him to place them onto your wrists. As they clicked on your knees wobbled and you let out a strained groan as you physically felt all your energy drain away. “Just a precaution, nothing personal” Tony muttered as he turned and gestured for you to follow them.

Your feet scuffed the floor as you trudged behind the two superhero’s down a long white corridor towards what you assumed was a laboratory. The entrance to the lab had glass walls and a glass door so you could clearly see Dr Banner working inside playing with some kind of hologram in the corner of the other walls which were all white and sturdy, a few of them having projectors and random PHD qualifications scattered amongst them.

“ah! Our new infamous guest” Banner turned as the three of you walked in and you marvelled at the room around you, the technology wasn’t too far from hydra’s but you assumed it was fairly more advanced and cleaner. Much cleaner.

You placed yourself up onto the hospital style bed placed by the door and Dr Banner sat down in the chair opposite you as Tony and Spiderman awkwardly lingered by the door watching you with intensity.

“Just going to ask you a few questions and maybe draw some blood, do a few tests, simple stuff like that okay?” Your eyes widened as he mentioned drawing your blood but the handcuffs on your wrists that were stealing your energy stopped you from putting up a larger fight.

“So, do you know exactly why HYDRA chose you? Or what they did to give you these powers” Dr Banner held a device in his hands which you suspected would be used to take notes or whatever fancy scientists did in these situations.

“They didn’t choose me” your voice was low and slightly hoarse “they stole me” 

“stole you from where?”

“my father – he was – he carried the mutation gene and when there was some kind of radiation leak in my town it activated and HYDRA found him and that’s how they found me” your eyes glassed over slightly as you spoke, still unsure as to why you would share this with the avengers but at this point all your resistance seemed fruitless and so you let them have a snippet of your all so typical tragic backstory.

The night they came replayed in your head as you slept in your HYDRA cell often. Your father had been exposed to the radiation leak and just been discharged from hospital after being held there for over a week. You were relieved to see him as the nurses hadn’t allowed him any visitors with excuses of infection and danger but you knew now they had been lying, they were monitoring his new activity for HYDRA. Your father had explained to you about how he had changed and how electricity had started going haywire around him. About how as he lay in confinement he got a grasp on how to control some of it. He even showed you by turning the microwave on simply by touching its handle.

Of course, it was scary at first, knowing your father was some kind of mutant but you were far too happy to see him safe to worry. Until they came. You had just finished dinner and listened to your father go on about how much better it was than hospital food when the door broke open and armed men stormed your home. Your father had died trying to save your family. He had used all his power against him but he still didn’t have full control and so was easily overpowered by their high-tech weapons. They had kidnapped you and your family and separated you as you watched your home burn from the back window of the van.

Within your van there were four others. One of them you recognised from your school, he was a year above you, only 15 at the time, and from the tear tracks on his face you could tell he had a similar evening to you. The other three were a few years older than you but none above 20. You later realised this was because you were the test subjects whilst the rest of your families were most likely killed as soon as you were all out of sight.

Bruce sighed and his eyes filled with pity as he stared at you, your shoulders slumped and your head down looking at your confined hands. “and you carried this mutated gene?” his voice was softer now and you almost hated the pity that came from him, but it was the only pity you had received since you were 14 and it was a nice change to harsh words and violence.

“I assume so, the others they took didn’t survive so I assume they didn’t carry the gene – only me” that was a lie. The boy from your school had survived the trials as they called them. He had developed telepathy as well the ability to control the wind and air around him. You two were often put into combat to train as he would form mini tornados around you or suck the air out of your lungs whilst you threw him against walls and accidently broke his arm once. But he was too painful to remember, he was your secret that these strangers didn’t deserve to know about.

Peter could sense something wrong with that statement and made a mental note to ask you about it if he got the chance, if there were other enhanced then the avengers needed to know. To free them. Peters heart ached as you spoke to Bruce about the experiments they had put you through, quick to change to topic on any other enhanced. The idea of a bunch of mad scientists hungry for violence putting dangerous chemicals and electric shocks into a girl as young as 14 for years on end pained him. It was in moments like these when Peter was glad that the avengers existed to stop cruel acts such as the torture of innocents because without them then he thought the human race would be a literal flaming garbage can.

“and what exactly are your powers?” Peters interested sparked again at Bruce’s question as he had previously zoned out to avoid the complete heartbreak of your ‘trials’.

“I’m not sure” you lied again, if you told them then they could find out your weakness or even worse try and use you against HYDRA.

“now I’m not sure I believe that bumpy” Tony spoke up for the first time and stepped forward slightly uncrossing his arms. “you seemed to know how to use your powers just fine when you were crushing my suit against a wall” you simply shrugged at tony and decided to stay acting dumb.

“so, HYDRA didn’t train you to use your powers” Bruce questioned raising his eyebrows at you.

“they trained me in combat and I know how to use my powers to an extent” you stated keeping your guard up not letting them in on the extent you knew your powers could go to.

“and what is that extent” Tony asked looking over his shoulder to Spiderman almost like he was asking for back up.

“basic training and control I guess” you avoided eye contact with the three avengers and they seemed to admit defeat just for today and moved on.

Dr Banner got up and walked to the other side of the room and uploaded a few things onto his main computer giving you a chance to turn to the spandex clad hero by the door.

“So Spider, how old exactly are you, you sound younger than I thought” after speaking to long and answering questions you gained some confidence in speaking more freely around the men in the room as so far any harsh intentions weren’t made clear.

“I sound wha- I don’t sound young” the spiderman stood up straighter as he spoke and Tony chucked slightly. “why do you wanna know?” you could hear the accent in his voice the more he spoke and managed to pin it to somewhere in or around Queens.

“Just curious” you shrugged and tried your best to smile at him. Something about him truly interested you and you couldn’t put your finger on what yet

“Um, around your age? I’m 18” his voice sounded unsure like he couldn’t tell if he was allowed to tell you that, but as you spent quite literally most your teenage years in a prison he figured there was no way you knew any to tell much less could figure out who he was. You nodded at his response and went back to watching Bruce work.

“you haven’t been around many people your age in a while have you?” he asked, and the question was innocent but it made you frown as you thought about Malcom, the teenage boy you had spent two and a half years with before. Before it happened.

Your silence seemed to tell Spiderman to leave the question be as he awkwardly shuffled and nodded. Bruce walked back holding a needle and your eyes immediately widened.

“Just need to take some blood nothing scary” Bruce reassured as he slowly approached you. Peter felt it first, the tremor from the floor and then the other two men slowly realised when objects started coming off the tables due to the room shaking.

“woah now bumpy its okay calm dow-” Tony was interrupted by FRIDAYs voice alerting him of commotion affecting the whole floor. “thanks I can tell”

Your hands shook as the cuffs around you seemed to malfunction from the pulses of energy radiating out of your hands, your eyes glowed an electric blue and sparks came out of the computers in the lab.

“no blood” the voice from inside you spoke and made everyone in the room step back, the voice sounded nothing like you. It was deep and sounded almost animalistic. Your name being spoke made your head snap to the side. Spiderman moved towards you with his hands in the air. It growled from inside you and snapped the hand cuffs up raising a hand in front of you warning him to step no closer.

“its okay, no ones going to hurt you here” You tried to push it down and just stop from the calming tones from the masked hero but it wouldn’t. the fear of being used and tested again just as you finally got a break from it all and it could all come back.

Just as your other hand raised to flick and clear a path of escape when a small prick hit your neck and your pulled it out inspecting the small dart, the same one they had used last time, the first time, and you looked up betrayed deep in your eyes as they finally rolled back and you saw nothing but darkness.

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So this fic is super slow burn because i have a thing for slow burns just so it shows the back story of characters and also develops relationships because i want this to have some proper angst and fluff if my awful writing allows it lol. sorry it took so long my file corrupted and so i had to completely re write it ugh. 

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